This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 822: Reinforcements are on the way

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"Boom——!

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The hot lava rose into the sky, and the rising smoke and gravel spread hundreds of meters.

The sand dunes in the distance have been moved to flat ground, leaving only circles of ripples.

This is the training ground in the northern part of Yongye Port.

And the horrific explosion just now was the work of the 902mm heavy artillery!

As the proud symbol of strength of the Southern Army, this heavy artillery is said to have shown great power in the "Battle of Heaven"... But those who really know it know that that thing is actually entering the Haiya Province. I just showed it before.

After all, the maneuverability of this heavy artillery is so deadly that only a train can carry it and its shells.

It was not until the Battle of Heaven was over that the Alliance’s railways and roads passed through Shifeng Mountain.

Putting his palm on the wine glass, General McClung, who was sitting in the spectator seats of the training ground, held his chin in boredom and looked at the group of servants charging forward with a lack of interest.

Until the billowing dust settled, he removed his palm from the wine glass and calmly took a sip of the wine.

The Southern Army is completely different from the Eastern Army in terms of combat style and governance philosophy. They rely too much on caliber and infantry and completely ignore mobility.

The Eastern Legion is just the opposite. The torrent of steel is their belief, whether in the sky or on the earth!

It is precisely for this reason that he is not very interested in this "toy" that tortures logistics personnel.

Even if its power is indeed amazing, it is completely useless in the wilderness controlled by the Eastern Legion. No raider tribe or resistance army will wait foolishly for it to fire.

No matter how stupid those guys are, they still know how to shoot and change places.

However, what was very different from his lack of interest was that Captain Oletwan, who was sitting next to him, had an excited and proud expression on his face, with a bright smile on his face.

"Nothing can withstand a blow from 902! Especially when dealing with mutants, this thing is even better than tactical nuclear weapons!"

Mutant creatures are somewhat resistant to radiation. Things like split-claw crabs or death claws will even place their nests near radioactive sources.

Mutants can be regarded as a type of artificial mutant creature. Simple radioactive damage cannot be said to be completely ineffective against them, but it does not keep up with their recovery speed.

It is precisely for this reason that high-explosion velocity explosives are often more efficient than nuclear weapons with the same yield.

It is also easier to deal with the aftermath.

Listening to the one-star captain of ten thousand men showing off, McClendon smiled and said nonchalantly.

"Have even the 'grey men' in the desert begun to build fortresses?"

Olet was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile.

"That's not true...but they have learned from the predator tribes and built some villages. I even heard that some mutant tribes that have become intelligent will even do business with human merchants."

He felt that McClun should be familiar with this stuff. There were mutant mercenaries during the war in Sunset Province, even if the number was not very large.

The mutants in the desert and the mutants on the east coast have different origins. Although the two are extremely similar in habits, the same bloodthirsty and violent, the latter are slightly more civilized. Diudiu.

The Southern Legion also has a very small number of mutant mercenaries, which they call "Grey Soldiers".

However, for most of the gray mutant tribes that are unwilling to cooperate, the Southern Legion still focuses on extermination. After all, these guys are always plundering everywhere, affecting the business of their colonies and the native tribes in the desert.

And those Gray mercenaries have no scruples about killing their own compatriots.

After all, in essence, they still belong to unenlightened primitive people, they have just learned how to use human weapons.

Not paying attention to this guy's explanation, McClun said nonchalantly.

"Isn't using this kind of thing a cannon to kill mosquitoes? Or is it that mutants have such a thing as morale? In my opinion, it is better to get a few more 100mm artillery, which not only covers a wider area, but also puts less pressure on logistics. It will also be smaller."

Hearing this guy's trouble, Olette's brows twitched fiercely, and he couldn't help but mocked him.

"Having said that, after all, we never fight in places where our own supply ships can't reach, so there is no situation where the frontline troops cannot keep up with the supplies. What's the use of so much land? It's everywhere. It's a ruin, and the most indispensable thing is mud and sand. Is the glory of the Wilante people demonstrated by coloring on the map?"

Hearing the strangeness in the voice, McClun's brows twitched fiercely, and his face instantly darkened.

"What do you mean?"

Seeing McClun's displeased expression, Olette immediately changed the subject.

There is no way, the official level can crush people to death, even if this guy has lost power.

"Well, no offense to you, Honorable General McClung... Let's get back to the point. Although those gray-skinned savages did not build strong concrete fortresses, they have indeed become a lot more difficult recently."

McCron frowned slightly.

"Which aspect?"

Ultra lowered his voice with a mysterious look on his face.

"Immortal..."

"Immortal?!" McClun's eyes opened slightly, with disbelief written in his eyes.

Seeing the expression on his face, Otto quickly explained.

"Of course it is not immortality in the true sense...but that even if the head and heart are damaged, they can still fight. Only when their body functions are completely destroyed will they truly fall."

McCron thought for a while and then spoke thoughtfully.

"...This sounds somewhat similar to the situation on Shifeng Mountain."

Although he has been training new troops and officers in the empire some time ago, he is not completely ignorant of the situation of the "War in Heaven".

Especially after the post office of Xifan Port opened, telegraph communication has basically been able to communicate with Triumph City.

After the cable is laid from Yongye Port, even instant messaging will be no problem.

After hearing what McClun said, Otto came and touched his chin.

"Well... Indeed, I have seen it in "Triumph". There is something called 'lost change', right? What kind of memory can be cached in neurons distributed throughout the body, so even if it is lost? It seems that the Alliance discovered that it can grow even if you have lost your head."

McCron asked in confusion.

"How did this thing appear in the desert? Did some mutants escape to the desert?"

Olet shrugged.

"Who knows, maybe the remnants of the Torch escaped... After all, humans are much easier to hide than mutants."

Hearing this, McClun's face immediately showed an expression of interest.

"This is incredible information...have you verified it with someone?"

"I'm actually doing this..." A smile appeared on Otto's face, and his expression suddenly turned serious, "General McClung, don't you think this is an opportunity?"

He continued talking without waiting for McClun to ask in detail.

"The Adhesive Community refuses to hand over the technology related to the 'Gestalt Life Form' to us. It's no use even if you talk about it at the conference table. They are afraid of us Weirant people from the bottom of their hearts... …We actually don’t need them. As long as we can catch the guy who escaped into the desert, we can get everything we want.”

Gestalt life form technology has extraordinary significance to the Wilant people.

After all, the latter was born out of the former.

The Wealant people have always believed that there are some kind of "shackles" in their DNA that still enslave them.

If you want to completely unlock this shackles, you must completely break through the "Gestalt Life Form" technology.

So even if the military value of this technology itself is put aside, there are sufficient political demands to push them to do this.

General McClung's eyes narrowed slightly, and the color of interest showed through the gaps between his eyelashes.

"This sounds interesting...I'll let the Eastern Legion keep an eye on it."

The eastern territory of the Eastern Legion borders the northern part of the Great Desert and a small number of areas in the north-west, and the vassal state extends to the Luoxia Province east of the Great Desert.

As long as the Eastern Army and the Southern Army join forces, it will be enough to surround the entire desert.

On the other hand, the Alliance only has one pioneer city located in the eastern part of the desert.

Hearing General McClun's promise, Altras suddenly showed a happy smile on his face.

"That's great. With your cooperation, this matter will be much safer."

"I hope I can gain something... After all, that is the long-cherished wish of all Weiland people."

McCllen smiled faintly and took a sip of red wine.

At this moment, the drill in the distance has come to an end, and the native soldiers carrying rifles are withdrawing from the crater.

Autlai's face was filled with a bright smile, and he suddenly thought of something again and continued.

"By the way, are you interested in buying a 902mm heavy artillery to go back and play with?"

McCron refused calmly.

"No need, this thing will crush the road we finally built."

Seeing that he misunderstood what he meant, Ultralai quickly waved his hands and said.

"No, no, no, I mean to sell it to Xi Lan... Aren't they worried about Mengmao State in the east? With this thing, no matter what kind of fortress it is, as long as it is sent over-"

Before he finished speaking, an officer suddenly ran over and stood in front of him to perform a military salute.

"Report to the general, a message for help has been sent from the direction of Xifan Port, saying that a very difficult rebellion has been encountered! The situation is critical!"

Otto was stunned for a moment, with a surprised expression on his face, but what was even more surprised was McClun, who was sitting next to him. He almost stood up with his hands on the armrests of the chair.

"West Sails? Rebellion?"

As for those cowardly guys, do they still have this ability? !

No one knows better than McClun how submissive the people there are to their superiors.

The "Human Centipede" he saw was not just in Wu Tuo's court, but spread throughout the entire power structure of the empire, and was transmitted down level by level.

In order to please their superiors, they do not hesitate to sacrifice all their dignity, trample their personality into the dust, betray their oaths, beliefs, souls and even sacred marriages, comfort themselves that everything is for profit, and then ruthlessly follow the competition. Make up for what you owe to those who are weak.

Wealant people don't always mean what they say, but at least some things are non-negotiable.

It is simply a fantasy that such a guy would rebel!

The officer glanced briefly at General McClun, then looked at his immediate superior, Otto. Seeing the latter nodding, he spoke quickly.

"That's right... the locals took advantage of the absence of Governor Huye and his bodyguards to rob the arms from the warehouse in the port area. Now more than 3,000 Willante residents living there are in danger, and the local Security Bureau and the Governor's Palace At the same time, a distress signal was sent, hoping that we would immediately send troops and ships to rescue and help the local Weirant people evacuate."

Otara frowned.

"How long does it take to get there fastest?"

The officer said immediately.

"Three days should be enough!"

After thinking for a moment, Otto tapped his index finger on his knee and quickly made a decision.

"Ask Captain Ross to lead a force of a thousand men over."

Since Xifan Port is not asking for help from the empire, but seeking help from Yongye Port regardless of the distance, it means that the situation is not an ordinary emergency.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to send out his best generals.

"Yes!"

The officer looked solemn, stood at attention, gave a military salute, and was about to leave, but General McClung, who was sitting on the chair, stopped him.

"Wait a minute, I'll go with you." Putting down the boots on his knees, McClun stood up from the chair, picked up the officer's hat thrown on the table and put it on.

Otto Lai, who was sitting aside, was stunned for a moment and looked up at him in surprise.

"Aren't you going back to Triumph City?"

McCron said nonchalantly.

"It doesn't matter whether I go back or not. Anyway, I have nothing to triumph about. I won't go back this year... Don't worry, I'll just take a look and won't interfere with your command."

He was just curious about what it would be like for the rats to rebel.

Seeing the subordinate looking at him making up his mind, Otto hesitated for half a second and finally nodded.

"Okay...then I'll ask you to supervise the battle."

McCron nodded, followed the officer and left without saying a word...

……

Near the port of Yongye Port, in a quiet and elegantly decorated mansion, Penny, sitting at the desk, was stuffing the letter she had just written into an envelope.

This was her uncle's house. Since there was no boat back to Triumph City, she could only continue to live here. When she had nothing to do, she came up with the idea of ​​writing a letter.

There are two letters to be sent, and they are both addressed to Dawn City.

One of the letters was written to her father, Captain Benoit, and the other was written to Mr. Pangolin.

Since he followed his father to Dawn City, they have not seen each other for some time.

I wonder if he is doing well.

Penny glanced at the setting sun outside the window and stuffed the two letters in her hands into the drawer.

The post office should be closed at this time. She planned to go there in person tomorrow morning to deliver the letter and see if there was any ship home at the port.

At this time, my aunt's voice came from downstairs.

"Penny, it's time to eat."

"Oh! Here it comes."

Penny responded, simply packed up the pens and papers on the table, and hurried downstairs.

When she came downstairs, her Aunt Demi had already sat down at the dining table, and next to her was her youngest cousin, Bill, who was only 6 years old.

Speaking of her aunt Demi, she is a very traditional Wilant woman.

Whether it's the elegant, gentle and generous character, or the dark brown hair and high bridge of the nose.

Penny liked chatting with her very much. Although she did not always agree with her views, her pure Triumph City accent sounded very comfortable and felt like a spring breeze.

The maid with slightly darker skin color is bringing the dinner plate to the table.

Looking at Penny walking down the stairs, she nodded slightly and saluted, and then went to the side room to dine.

Compared to the Eastern Legion, the Southern Legion had a relatively gentle attitude towards slaves, while the civil servants and nobles from Triumph City brought more of the traditions of Triumph City to the colonies.

Her uncle Ross served in the Southern Legion, but his background was marked by the civil service group, so the family's attitude towards servants was relatively gentle.

After all, in Triumph City, it is neither legal nor decent to torture slaves. Most civil servants and nobles are proud to have a servant who is familiar with noble etiquette and well-educated.

Sitting at the dining table, Penny noticed that Uncle Ross was not here, so she looked at Aunt Demi.

"Where's uncle? Won't he eat with us today?"

Demi shook her head gently, with a helpless expression on her face.

"He may still be busy with work...I heard that mutants in the desert have become active again recently, and some tribes with good relations with us have sent out signals for help."

Those beasts...

Penny frowned.

"There won't be any big problems, right?"

Seeing the worry on her niece's face, Demi smiled and comforted her.

"What can go wrong? We have a team of ten thousand people stationed here...but I am worried about you, my Penny."

When she said this, a trace of worry appeared on her face.

"I heard that Borneo is not safe. There are wars everywhere, but we don't have any troops stationed there. I really don't know how that Huye can manage so many people. If possible, you After returning home for the first time, you should think of a way to transfer back to Triumph City as much as possible, or you might as well come to our place."

Penny couldn't help but show a helpless expression on her face. What her aunt said was exactly the same as his own mother's.

However, she did not think there was any danger in West Sailing Port, as there were many Willant people living there.

And she watched the port develop bit by bit from nothing.

As part of her father's political achievements, she is also very proud of it.

"Borneo is a large province. In fact, most states are safe, but Mengmao State in the east is more dangerous. Moreover, the people there are very peaceful and polite to others, especially to outsiders... If you really Once you've been there, you know it's not as bad as you think."

Looking at her stubborn niece, Demi had a helpless expression on her face, not knowing how to persuade her.

Although Penny is not her biological daughter, she and her mother are very good friends, and she has always treated this maverick girl as her own.

It is precisely because of this that she is particularly worried about her.

Although "Triumph" is the largest newspaper in the Legion, and becoming a reporter for "Triumph" is an extremely glorious thing, she still hopes that she can find a more stable job and then find a reliable and good family. Married.

"Is that so... But it's better to be careful anyway. You are a girl after all, and war is a man's business."

"I'm no longer a child, and... I don't think it's just a matter of men, but a matter of every Wilant person. We should know where our front line is, who we are fighting, and win. What does negative mean to us?"

Penny snorted slightly, not very satisfied with her aunt's statement.

Although she has never fought with the enemy on the front line, she has also gone deep into the front line for first-hand information.

Even though she doesn't have a military rank, she doesn't think her job is unimportant.

At this moment, the sound of the door opening came from the direction of the entrance, and not long after, a powerful middle-aged man walked into the dining room from the direction of the living room.

That man was none other than Penny's uncle Ross, who had the military rank of Captain and served under General Allette.

There is a deep scar on his face, and his eyes are as sharp as knives. He looks a little scary, but Penny knows very well that he is actually a very polite gentleman, at least more rough-handed than some of the Eastern Legion. A savage with feet is much better than a gentleman.

"Sorry, something happened with the army. I came back a little late... Please prepare a copy for me."

"Okay, sir."

The maid who heard the commotion came over from the side room, nodded respectfully, and then entered the kitchen.

When Little Bill saw his father coming back, he shouted "Dad" happily.

Ross smiled and walked forward. Just as he was about to pet his son's head lovingly, Demi slapped her hand away while sitting beside him.

"Go and wash your hands, I can smell the sand from a long way away."

"Okay, okay." Ross smiled bitterly, scratched the back of his head, and turned to go to the bathroom.

Penny, who was sitting aside, smiled uncontrollably. It wasn't until her uncle returned to the dining table that she asked curiously.

"What took you so long? Can you let me know?"

Rose, who sat down at the dining table, smiled heartily and said in a joking voice.

"The reporter from the Triumph newspaper wants to know, so I naturally tell you everything I know...cough, don't glare at me, I was joking with my niece."

Seeing his wife glaring at him, Ross shrank his neck, coughed lightly, put on a serious expression, and continued.

"Something happened at Saisail Port."

Penny was stunned for a moment, and her aunt sitting opposite her was also stunned. The two had been talking about Xifan Port.

"Sail Harbor?"

Ross nodded, picked up a piece of bread, spread some meat sauce on it, and said while eating.

"Well, the specific situation is not clear. Some sources say that the alliance incited the locals to rebel, and some say that it was Lashi who did it. Someone has been tracking that batch of arms, and it happened that something happened to this batch of arms. ."

Demi frowned slightly.

"The devil who massacred millions of people?"

She has heard of this name. It is said that in order to stop the regular army of the empire, he implemented a strategy of strengthening the walls and clearing the country on the border of Mengma Prefecture, and massacred millions of people.

She has no good impression of this person for being so cruel to her own compatriots.

Ross shrugged and hastily started to put on the second piece of bread, and this time it was smeared with tuna mince.

"Who knows, anyway, we have to go there before we can understand the situation there... I came back to pack my luggage. The warship has entered the port, and I will board the ship in two hours."

Penny and Demi were both stunned, and spoke at the same time almost subconsciously.

"Are you so anxious?"

"Do you have to leave today?"

Rose nodded.

"Well, I heard it's an emergency... We have to go on the road for three days, and it's our birthday soon. I hope nothing big happens."

Little Bill blinked and looked at him.

"Dad, can you come back before your birthday?"

Ross patted Little Bill's head lovingly.

"...Don't worry, on such an important holiday, Dad will definitely not leave you mother and son alone at home."

Demi looked at Ross worriedly and said in a serious tone.

"You should concentrate on your work and don't let us distract you. My lovely niece is with us at home... Even if we can't celebrate our birthday together this year, there will still be a long time to come."

Penny looked at her aunt and said helplessly.

"Have you already acquiesced that I can't wait for my flight back?"

Demi smiled and said.

"I'm afraid it's too late for you to go back now. Instead of celebrating the festival on the ship, why not celebrate the festival with us this year."

As long as there is a boat during these three days, we can actually make it back before the second weekend after New Year’s Eve.

Penny complained softly in her heart, but she didn't hold out much hope.

All civilian ships have been transferred to the east by his father. They have just arrived at the Coast of Death, and it is not known how long it will take before the shipping capacity returns to normal.

"Then please trouble my lovely niece to accompany my wife. I'm sorry, I will bring you a gift."

With the fork in his hand, Little Bill screamed happily.

"Oh! I want mutant eyes! I want green ones!"

Demi gave the restless little guy a hard look.

"What do you want with that thing? It's so dirty!"

Ross laughed, stretched out his broad palm, and rubbed his son's hair lovingly.

"Hahaha! Dad, let's look for it, but there are no mutants in Borneo... How about the mammoth's tusks?"

Looking at the happy family, Penny couldn't help but have a knowing smile on her face.

Suddenly she wasn't so anxious to go back.

In fact, as long as your family is safe, it doesn’t matter where you celebrate the holidays...

After finishing dinner in a hurry, Ross picked up the suitcase that the maid had packed, kissed his wife goodbye, and strode out of the house, getting into the SUV parked at the door.

One thousand Weiland soldiers have put on military uniforms, carried rifles and luggage, and completed their assembly at the dock of Yongye Port.

Different from the policemen at Xifan Port, they are real soldiers. They fight with those gray-black mutants all day long in the desert, and there is a solemn murderous aura all over their bodies.

Not only their straight spines, but also the guy on their hands.

From automatic and semi-automatic rifles, to light machine guns and miniguns, and even grenade launchers and flamethrowers, they all demonstrate their powerful force!

Unlike the Eastern Army, which underestimated the role of infantry, the Southern Army put a lot of effort into supporting equipment and light weapons. After all, the latter did not have as many airships as the former, and there was no battlefield where the torrent of steel could gallop forward.

At this moment, the entire bustling port was completely shrouded in night.

Rose, who put on his military uniform, walked up to a group of soldiers and shouted in a loud voice.

"A bunch of gutter rats not only knocked over our oil lamps and stole our cheese, but they also tried to bite our fingers! We will let them know that they picked the wrong opponent! Now! Let's go - —!

"

"Kill!

! ”

What responded to him was a roar of high morale, and the soldiers carrying equipment calmly boarded the deck of the transport ship.

They had no doubts.

When they got ashore, they only needed one charge to beat those weak guys to the ground.

The whistle on the pier sounded, and the passengers stranded on the shore looked at each other.

"...Where are we going to fight?"

Suddenly someone said.

"I heard that something happened at Saifan Port..."

"Xifan Port?!" A man carrying a suitcase suddenly showed a panic look on his face, and said in a trembling voice, "My wife and children are still there..."

Everyone around looked at each other.

A passenger patted him on the shoulder and comforted him sympathetically.

"Don't be so nervous. Our relationship with the empire is so strong, even if something goes wrong, I'm afraid it won't be a big deal."

Others were so comforted.

"Yes."

"It will be fine."

"No matter what, those rebels are only fighting against the Empire, and I have never heard of them causing trouble for us or the Alliance."

The man smiled bitterly, but his pale face did not change.

"I hope so..."

For some reason, his eyelids were twitching violently and his heartbeat was twitching...

At the same time, Saipan Port on the other side of the Borneo Sea was engulfed in flames.

From the dock to the sea, it was a **** mess, with luggage and bodies scattered everywhere.

Unbridled laughter and miserable screams could be heard faintly from the broken display windows and the marble building. The smell of blood and the smell of the sea were mixed together, and even the sea breeze that kept blowing towards the port was... Can't be blown away.

A disheveled Weiland woman crawled towards the pier in a daze, her hoarse voice kept chanting, as if she was calling someone's name.

The water beside the pier was turbid, but it was the only place left that could wash away the filth from her body.

She is not afraid of death.

She only regretted not jumping into the sea from the beginning. Instead, she had fantasies in her heart, imagining that these beasts would calm down and treat the Weillant people here as hostages to negotiate with the legion.

And when they honestly followed those people's requirements and walked into different rooms in batches, those guys immediately took off the disguise on their faces.

"I'm sorry..." She sobbed incessantly, gritted her teeth, stretched out her **** hands, and crawled toward the pier that was stained red with blood.

However, just when she was finally about to crawl, a hand suddenly grabbed her ankle and pulled her back to the **** **** with a hoarse scream.

"Hey! You called the wrong person. Your husband is here."

"Hahahaha!"

"The interrogation is not over yet. Who allowed you to leave? Come back!"

"Ahhh!"

The pitiful screams quickly disappeared into the evening wind, and were nothing compared to the constant sounds at the port.

It's not just the people of Valeant who are suffering.

There are also people from the Lion Tribe, Horse Tribe, Japanese Tribe, Ox Tribe... and even Rat Tribe and Snake Tribe.

Not all of them are nobles, it can even be said that most of them are civilians.

However, bullets do not distinguish between high and low, and the guys carrying guns also have no interest in making distinctions.

Most people are already furious.

As for Janusz, who became the king, he was just one of them.

In the face of the torrent of the times, a person's choice is not worth mentioning at all.

After all, the former is the common choice of countless people, even if the people who make the choice do not know it.

Yinshel wants to stand up and do something, just like "Bol" in Boulder City.

But unfortunately, he does not have Bol's power after all.

His shouting was of no importance at all. Even if he tried his best, people would not care. In the end, even the listeners of the "Silver Gospel" were shaken, wondering whether they had followed the wrong person or gone to the wrong place. road.

In desperation, he could only retreat to the church with the church members who were still standing with him.

If those thugs still imagined that they could get the support of the Alliance, at least they should not attack the Silver Moon Sect's church.

If they still have a little bit of rationality in their heads...

Compared to the remorseful Yinshel, Govinda who drifted with the crowd had everything smooth sailing.

Although he was pushed onto the battlefield as cannon fodder, he was lucky enough not to die in the initial attack. Instead, he was accepted by the thugs and became one of them because of his "heroic fighting".

The captain of ten.

He never thought in his life that he could become a captain of ten!

He was so excited that he almost screamed, wishing that the whole street would know!

However, perhaps out of fear of the Vaillants and the nobles, or perhaps out of fear of being liquidated in the future, he was not as crazy as those guys, and he did not dare to touch those Vaillants and lions. Clan girl.

He is an easily satisfied person, or an honest person.

Even if Najib cut the 8 dinars that belonged to him into 6, he never thought of burning the warehouse, he just spit on the ground.

Although he was glad that he made the right bet, he did not stay in the dock area for a celebration banquet. Instead, he returned home with his gun in hand and went to find the widow in the shack opposite.

He has been thinking about that woman for a long time. Every time he sees that snow-white skin, he thinks about it, but he has never had the courage to say it out loud. He can only think about it in his head.

But things are not what they used to be.

He has developed!

"Why are you crying...Look at your bear-like appearance. What's wrong with following me and drinking spicy food?"

Looking at the crying woman, Govinda, who was holding up his pants, cursed, anxiously counted out four dinars in change from his pocket and threw it on the table. He added another one when he thought it was inappropriate. 10 face value.

"Take it... From now on, if I have a bite to eat, I will have a bite to eat from you."

As if he could get some kind of comfort by saying this, he threw these words away casually, then grabbed the rifle leaning against the wall and hurriedly rushed out of the door.

Fourteen dinars...

Specially grandma’s!

He had to work at the dock for two or three days to earn so much!

Afterwards, Govinda felt a little sad, but in the end he was too embarrassed to get back the money he gave, so he could only speed up and walk towards the brightly lit port.

While the "celebration banquet" is not over yet, he has to go there to pick it up again - oh no, I should say grab some!

Thinking this way, he tried his best to make a fierce expression as he was honest and responsible.

That day has changed.

He has to learn to think differently...

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(Thanks to the leader of "Holding a Sword and Drinking Tea" for the reward!

! )