This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 697: The precarious Golden Gallen Harbor

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The rays of morning light fell from the sky, coating the man's shoulders with a layer of sacred gold.

McCron squinted and saw the face clearly,

The sharp-edged outline exudes the majesty of being calm and majestic, just like the domineering and majestic spaceship palace under his feet, while the deep-set eye sockets reveal a cunning and cruelty that is strong on the outside and strong on the inside, like The most common hyena in the wasteland.

I heard that his name is Wu Tuo Xilan.

However, McClun did not think so of this emperor who was more than ten thousand people.

Not to mention comparing with the illustrious Marshal, or the one he saw in Dawn City, this guy is no different from a monkey, but with a crown on his head.

Maybe his father is a great guy.

But the people of Weiland respect the strong, not their father.

What makes McClun even more incredible is that people here would actually worship a monkey...respecting him as the supreme emperor.

Has no one ever thought about whether this guy is worthy?

McCron didn't understand why the great marshal would instruct weak civilian officials to manage this land. This thing didn't even require the Eastern Army or the Southern Army to take action. He could drive this so-called airship by himself. The sky is falling.

They are simply born slaves.

Keep this place down so that every Valantian can get two, and that's what the Legion should do.

However, seeing the look in the eyes of the adjutant on the side, McClun still patiently cleared the mulberry bag and said coquettishly.

"Your Majesty, I bring you the friendship of Triumph City."

The slightly forward bald head hid the disgust at the corner of his mouth. He didn't even bother to introduce himself and went straight to the topic.

The adjutant next to him did not expect the old man to continue to cooperate, so he quickly took over the conversation and said with a polite smile.

Dear Your Majesty, this is General McClun whom we recommend to you. He has made outstanding achievements for the Legion in the desert, and has built the Hunter Kingdom, which was once the weakest in Luoxia Province, into a The most powerful country in the desert! With him as your military advisor, he will definitely be able to build an invincible steel division for you

The government looked at the two Wilantes standing at the foot of the stairs.

Wituo: Xi Lan stroked his thick beard with his right hand, with a bright smile on his face.

Especially General McClung, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it!

This guy has all the qualities of a fierce general. He is unruly and has a high nose. He is simply a natural general!

There are many tall and mighty people in Borneo Province, but they are still a bit inferior compared to the Wilant people who are born for fighting.

"Gods bless me, Xilan!"

He said happily and raised his hands in a welcoming gesture.

"I have long heard about the reputation of the general, and today I saw it is indeed extraordinary. I have prepared a banquet for you in the palace. Please come with me!"

After the words fell, an elephant-shaped sedan chair decorated with a flower basket stopped under the marble-carved steps. Four strong, dark-skinned men slightly bent their knees and placed the sedan heavily on the ground. McClun glanced He glanced at the four people.

"I have legs."

He doesn't want to ride on this ridiculous rocking car, which is a toy for three-year-olds.

After saying that, he walked towards the stairs.

The adjutant looked at this weird guy with a dumbfounded look, then glanced at the sedan chair parked nearby, finally raised his head and made a helpless expression towards the aloof emperor, and followed McClung with all his strength. Went up the steps.

When Wu Tuo saw this, there was no displeasure on his face. On the contrary, he was very happy to see the "real Weilant people".

The group moved to the palace in the center of the Heavenly Palace. Passing through a row of flower-filled corridors, we entered a magnificent banquet hall.

Everyone took their seats at the banquet.

Concerned, McClun held his breath and stared at the officials and nobles who were slowly taking their seats one by one, and tapped his index finger on the table

Knocked again, and finally looked at the calm and composed adjutant beside him and whispered.

"When do we tell them about the port?"

The adjutant was stunned for a moment and looked at him in surprise.

"Why should we tell them?"

McCron looked at him in astonishment for a long time, then spread his hands. Because he didn't know how to express it in words, he simply communicated with him with his eyes.

"Your allies, you ask me why?"

Soon realizing that McClun seemed to have misunderstood something, the official coughed lightly and whispered in his ear.

"We have to use their philosophy when dealing with them. Golden Gallon Port is the emperor's territory. If you want to make friends with him, you can't discover the problem earlier than he does. He has The governor appointed by himself has his own estimation system. Even without our reminder, he will realize that the problem is only a matter of time."

McCron smiled instead of being angry after hearing this. He found that his arrogance was indeed much better than before, and he could even have the patience to ask questions.

"Then we just have to wait like this?"

The adjutant shook his head slightly.

"No need to wait. What's the point of waiting? Do you think I'm in a hurry? We can just pretend that the problem doesn't exist, and there is a point in letting them suffer a little. They will only rely on us if they are hurt. Use their resources in exchange for our rifles... You will get used to it after staying here for a while. You must not be impatient when dealing with them, especially not more anxious than them."

McCron looked at this guy speechlessly, and finally gave up arguing, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

He longed to avenge his past, but here he saw no hope at all, only the pain of wasting away his time and patience tormenting him.

He suddenly regretted coming here...

……

While the capital of the empire was still celebrating with joy, the defenders of Golden Gallon Port were being beaten by the Burning Corps until they cried for their parents and huddled in the slums, not daring to come out.

They found that as long as they stayed with the civilians, the guys in the port would not throw cannonballs at them, and would only fire when they fired.

Of course, this is not certain.

For example, when they tried to set up artillery in the slum yard and fire at the dock, they were still greeted by mortars and drones.

The survivors living in slums also learned their lesson, seeing that following these guys would only lead to being bombed.

"Of course I didn't want to stay with them. When I saw the clothes of the city defense troops, they hid away from each other, and even looked at the hot questions from a distance."

A similar thing seemed to have happened once a month ago. This group of old men carrying guns were crushed by a white bear and interrogated in the streets. Because this time it seems to be more cruel than the last time.

The guy wearing an exoskeleton went straight to the Governor's Mansion. Not only were the Governor's private soldiers beaten to the point of being lifted up, but the double-sword flag hanging on the roof of the mansion was also torn down.

Not far from the courtyard wall of the Governor's Palace, residents from several nearby streets walked to the street and looked curiously at the excitement in the distance.

"It's really strange."

"Which adult did Mr. Nihak offend?

"I don’t know which **** protected these iron men, but they are so good at fighting. Even General Abinan is no match for them!"

"Is it a Wilant person?!"

"Impossible, the Legion is our old friend. How could it possibly attack us!"

"Is he from Silver Moon Bay?"

"It's even more impossible! There are only a few people in the entire Silver Moon Bay. Even though those guys are dressed like dogs, they are just dogs looking up and snorting."

"It makes sense, they still have to do business with us. No one can offend us."

"...It can't be from the Alliance, right? Those lunatics from a month ago seem to be from the Alliance too."

A group of survivors were whispering among themselves, pushing each other to encourage someone to go up and have a look, and finally a skinny and short rat boy wearing shabby clothes came out.

Just in time

Several men with rifles hanging on their breastplates and exoskeletons pushed open the iron fence gate of the backyard and walked out.

The survivors huddled beside the dirt road all paid homage and hid in nearby alleys, leaving only the thin and short young man standing in the middle of the road.

Deciding to show some friendliness before pretending to be funny, he untied the mask on his head by accident, half-crouched down with a smile and waved.

"Come here."

The young man stared at him nervously, but still mustered up the courage to move forward.

Looking at him by mistake.

"What's your name?"

"...Asin."

"Very good, Asin, which building is your home in?"

The young man looked back, pointed at the house with the red curtains, and then looked at the man wearing an exoskeleton in front of him.

He continued with a smile.

"How much is a house like yours worth?"

A two-headed cow, or two pigs..." As if he was surprised by the intention in his eyes, the young man continued. "But you can't buy it, sir. My grandfather, my parents, my four brothers and my three sisters all live there. If you buy it, we won't have anywhere to live."

No family members nearby heard it and were stunned for a moment. They subconsciously picked up the telescope and took a look. However, no matter how you looked at it, it was just a small room of more than 20 square meters. Even if it has two floors.

Good guy.

How come there are so many people in Naomo?

Looking at the poor child in front of him, he felt a little embarrassed. It seemed that this task was not as fun as he imagined.

After all, it is someone else’s home.

Even if it's an NPC.

After thinking for a while, he knelt down, stared into the young man's eyes and continued.

"Listen, your master made us angry so we are standing here. Maybe my commander has a different story, but I will not pretend to tell you that we are here with peaceful purposes. To tell you the truth, we are here to beat people. No matter it is the Gray Wolf Army or the Greyhound Army, we will beat them until they are full of teeth, and we will not leave until they beg for mercy and pay compensation."

"I don't want to demolish your home, but there is a war here, and whether you want it or not, it will soon become a ruin. Now you have only two choices, take a sum of money from us, Then go live somewhere else, or wait for the imperial army to commandeer your house, and then be buried there with them.

Asin was silent for a while, knowing that even if he objected, it would be useless, so he simply said, "How much are you willing to give us?"

After careful calculation, the task required clearing out at least 500 households. Of course, the more, the better.

There are only more than a thousand houses in this neighborhood, and a budget of 100 million is enough for them to clear out a large area, so they spoke.

"One hundred thousand Xilan coins."

When he heard that there was so much money, the young man's breathing suddenly became rapid, he swallowed, and then asked.

"How much do you plan to buy...all the houses here? For 100,000?"

It was a strange combination of circumstances and he said with a smile.

"That's right, I won't play charades with you for a while. After the deal is concluded, I hope you will promote it more, but it will be gone if it's too late."

Asin said immediately.

"Not enough."

"Not enough?" Yin Shiyang was stunned for a moment and looked at him with a strange expression.

Isn’t this guy trying to extort money just because he’s easy to talk to?

Seemingly understanding the look in his eyes, the young man swallowed nervously and explained quickly.

One hundred thousand Xilan coins can buy ten big fat pigs. If you spend so much money at one time, they will definitely not agree. Everyone will want a higher price, and there will definitely be people who do not live in this area at all. Guys sneak in: some even take it twice. ”

Looking at this interesting young man, he said with a smile.

"We are not here to discuss business, don't you think we are here?

The gun is just a decoration. ”

"Then kill them, that's the fastest." Asinbo said without hesitation, looking at the astonished guy in front of him calmly, and continued.

"If you are not willing to kill people, let me help you! Just give me 90,000 yuan for a house. Not only will I help you drive people away, but I will also help you move those houses... those that may be Tear down all the earthen walls used as bunkers by the Imperial soldiers and let them lie down on the rotten bricks for you to practice target!"

Half a year old couldn't help but said.

"Are they your compatriots?"

Asin looked at him silently, and from the corner of his eye glanced at the pairs of eyes hiding in the corner that were peering at him curiously, and spoke slowly,

"I am a member of the rat tribe. They have fox tribes, wolf tribes, pig tribes, cat tribes...many, many. None of them care about my life or death, and I don't care about them, but you care about me. I can do anything for you. You work hard. Whether it’s murder or arson, if it’s not convenient for you to do it, I will do anything.”

The four players looked at each other.

The eyes of the three of them were filled with surprise. Only one of them had surprise written on them, and that person was their captain. By accident, he reached out and touched the young man's head with a smile, and patted the back of his head.

"Okay, I'm a very sensible boy. As long as you say 90,000 per building, you can finish the work for us. But remember, don't make a big fuss, especially don't kill people or set things on fire. Yes, we are civilized people."

A trace of joy flashed on Asin's eyelids, he took a deep breath to calm down and continued.

"I can definitely do it, just give me three days! Of course, if there is someone who is unwilling to move away, you have to help me teach him a lesson."

A strange combination of circumstances: "This is a bit difficult. We have our own disciplines and cannot fire at unarmed people. The most we can do is help you scare that guy."

Asin stretched out his hand.

Then give me a gun! I have to protect myself and my family!

By accident, he glanced at the person next to him who had no family members, and the latter immediately understood. He smiled, took out a pistol that had been handed over from the guard of the Governor's Mansion, and handed it to the young man in front of him.

"...Remember to load the gun and unlock the safety before pulling the trigger, and don't point this thing at us. That's what happened to its last owner."

The moment he took the gun with both hands, the young man's eyes shone with stunning light, and even his eyes were different.

It's not even just him.

Even those who were hiding in the alleys watching him were the same. Their expressions that were originally watching the excitement gradually became a little frightened, even fearful.

"They didn't know what the rat kid was talking about with the soldiers, they only saw him taking a gun from their hands"

What does this mean?

The guys who beat up the Governor are now this kid’s backers?

The survivors swallowed their saliva. Some regretted that they were not the ones who went up just now. Others just looked at the gun in fear, regretting that they should not have bullied him and his family before.

I always felt that there was something wrong with wasting half a year, but I remembered that this was a wasteland and not a civilized world after all, so I didn't say anything.

Putting the gun away carefully, Asin looked seriously at the man squatting on the ground and asked, "What do you call him?"

Unexpectedly, before he could speak, the family member next to him reached out and patted his shoulder, smiled and said,

"He is called Tuning Fork and I call him family. The two at the back are Dengtian and Wachi. If anything happens, just come to us."

Yin Yin Zao, who was thinking of a cool nickname for himself, rolled his eyes at the guy with a playful smile.

Not bothering to refute the nickname, he looked at the boy in front of him and said.

"We have been here recently. When we are not here, you can ask other people and they will help you find us."

Asin was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said seriously after coming back to his senses.

"I'm so proud of my family, so I'll remember this..."

After saying that, he put the pistol in his waistband, turned around and faced the slums

He ran away in the direction, looking exactly like two different people from the timid appearance before.

Looking at the child's disappearing figure, he spoke in a hurry.

"I think this is not good, maybe there is a better way."

No family member patted him on the shoulder playfully,

"But don't you find it interesting?"

A guy who lives at the bottom of the pyramid and has been bullied by everyone, suddenly one day tastes the taste of power, turns around and rides on everyone's heads.

He was curious about the young man’s limits,

For him as a fun person, this may be a good observation sample.

He nodded in deep agreement, having been silent since just now.

On the other side, in the detention center of the Port Guard Bureau, the handcuffed Governor Nihak was pushed and rubbed all the way, and stumbled into the cold concrete floor of the cell.

"From today on, this is your new home, Mr. Nihak."

The man wearing an exoskeleton stood at the door and said something in a condescending tone, and then looked at Sheriff Bihari and the two guards standing aside.

"People are optimistic about it."

Having completely completed the change of thought, Bihari, who had taken on a new identity, immediately put his right fist on his chest and straightened his waist and said.

"Yes! Sir!"

Fang Chang didn't speak, nodded, and walked out the door.

He is very busy now.

Not only do you have to deal with port affairs, but you also have to keep statistics on loot.

It is not only the nobles of the Xilan Empire who are stranded at the port, but also some merchants who come here from other regions to purchase goods.

Their goods and cargo ships are all stuck on the dock and cannot get out. Some of them are livestock, spices, dyes, adip cloth and other goods, and some are the specialty of Borneo Province-population.

Now that the Alliance is here, it is naturally impossible to allow slave-trading ships to leave the port from here. Soon they will destroy several concentration camps located in settlements and announce the implementation of Alliance laws during the temporary control period. .

In addition, there are some imperial nobles who try to leave disguised as businessmen and need to be carefully screened.

These guys are both hostages and bargaining chips in their negotiations with the empire. They cannot be allowed to simply escape.

In short, there are still a lot of things to worry about. Before finishing these troublesome trivial matters, he has no time to deal with this guy for the time being.

As the man left, there was silence inside and outside the cell.

Seeing three pairs of eyes looking directly at him, Governor Nihak felt a few strands of cold sweat break out on his forehead, and forced a smile from his face.

"Sir... Bihari, what is going on?"

"What's going on?"

Bihari narrowed his eyes slightly, looked up and down at the prisoner Governor, and said with a hint of joking in his tone.

"You are already squatting here, do you still need me to remind you?"

"Bihari! Pay attention to the attitude of your words!" Nihak glared at the guy who looked at him with his nostrils, trying to use his identity to suppress him, but found that it was completely useless.

This guy who was usually very flattering and flattering to me seemed to be a different person at this moment, looking at me with a ferocious expression.

No——

He is simply not human!

It’s clearly a grinning bulldog!

Putting his smelly gums towards his former master, he desperately shook his short and pitiful tail in an attempt to please his new master.

Raising his head arrogantly, Bihari looked down at the poor guy sitting in the cell and said unceremoniously.

"It's you who should pay attention to your attitude! Nihak! Standing in front of you now is the Sheriff of Golden Gallon Port! Apart from the Alliance people and the Alliance's laws, I am the biggest here! If you don't want to suffer, , just keep your tail between your legs and be a human being!"

Nihak looked at this guy with wide eyes while sleeping.

"Are you crazy? Just

Don’t worry about me settling the score with you after I go out! ”

Hearing this, Bihari laughed out loud,

"Haha, even if I treat you better, will you be lenient to me after you go out? Even if you are willing, will others be willing? Besides, whether you can get out of here depends on those adults. How are we feeling?"

After a pause, he continued.

"And they also promised me to be the Sheriff of the Empire. Let's face the reality. The Empire is over! Hahaha!"

Ignoring Governor Nihak's murderous gaze, Bihari laughed loudly and swaggered out of the prison, leaving only two losers standing at the door.

"This bastard!"

Nihak threw himself on the cell door, holding the railing tightly with both hands, and shouted loudly at the guard at the door.

"Let me out! You guys who are trying to outdo each other, do you know who I am? I am the governor here! The governor of Golden Gallen Port! The governor's Shanqi personally appointed by His Majesty the Emperor!"

The two guards seemed not to hear, standing there motionless.

"Stop barking, it's useless. Do you think they care about you?" A sigh came from the opposite side of the cell, interrupting the barking cry.

Nihak gasped for breath, and then he noticed a person lying in the cell opposite, and he was an acquaintance.

His pupils shrank slightly and his voice trembled.

"Dirang..."

"Long time no see, Mr. Governor." Looking at the wide-eyed Nihak, Dirang smiled to himself and said hello to him.

Nihak's Adam's apple moved, and he struggled to squeeze out a sentence from his throat.

"What happened? Aren't you supposed to be at French Fries Port? Why are you here?"

"What happened... Haha, I still want to know," Di Rang looked at the meter of sunlight that leaked through the iron window with a complicated expression, feeling that the past few days had been like a dream.

Originally, he and his men were supposed to be blowing in the sea breeze, eating fruits, and having fun with the traitors of the empire on the coast of Chip Port. However, he did not expect that he was captured without even seeing the shadow of the pier. The mutants and the Alliance took turns banging and banging their heads, and now they were thrown into the prison cell in Golden Gallen Harbor.

This is the most outrageous.

He never thought that he would be imprisoned here. He thought that at most he would be sent to Dawn City to be used as a bargaining chip to become the Duke of Nangarawa.

The Alliance not only wanted to arrest people on their land, but also tried them on their land. This humiliation even made him feel that he might as well just die.

"How many people did they come..." Nihak looked at him nervously and asked this sentence.

Dirang no longer said casually.

"I guess it's less than a thousand, I saw about five or six hundred."

Nihak breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and even a hint of secret joy flashed across his face.

"Only five or six hundred... they won't last long! The city defense force in Jingallang Port has two thousand people, and there are nearly ten thousand reserves that can be used. After what happened a month ago, I even purchased artillery. , General Abinan will teach them a profound lesson!"

Looking at the guy with fantasies, Di Rang curled his lips in self-mockery.

"Don't think about it, those guys are no match for them."

The expression on Nihak's face disappeared, and he laughed twice and said.

"Mr. Dirang, are you too pessimistic? No matter what, they only have five or six hundred people..."

"Do you know how many people captured us?"

Before the governor could finish his question, Dirang seemed to know that he would not be able to guess it, and continued to answer his own questions.

"Thirty...the only ones who captured us were thirty. I found out later that those people were not even their elite."

At least 200 people came ashore at that time, but they were beaten by the guys on the shore without even a chance to fight back.

What made him collapse even more was what came next.

The group of mutants who killed them until they were running around

, was slaughtered like a chicken in front of another group of guys armed to the teeth with steel.

The two sides are not opponents of the same level at all. They should not have provoked this monster from the beginning, and they should not have gone in to join in the fun when this monster was fighting with another wild creature.

After listening to the forced statement, a trace of despair appeared on Nihak's face, and his voice could not help but tremble.

"Do we have no chance at all?"

"I don't know."

Jinrang shook his head, took a breath and continued.

"Perhaps great people can come up with brilliant ideas, but you and I, squatting here, have nothing to do now."

The Gray Wolf Army stationed by the Everliu River may be able to save them.

But the problem now is that only His Majesty the Emperor can command those armies, and His Majesty the Emperor may not know what is happening now.

While Governor Nihak and Dirang were speechless and choking in front of the iron bed, a group of people were crowded in front of the isolation zone in the port area.

Some of them are merchants from Golden Gallon Port, some from other places, and some are owners, captains and sailors of the cargo ships on the dock.

The owner here last night was His Majesty the Emperor. As a result, the double-knife flag hanging at the port was torn down at dawn and was not replaced with a new one.

Most of their wealth is parked on the dock.

Looking at the group of soldiers who were armed to the teeth with anxiety, all of them were waiting for a word that the Gray Wolf Army stationed by the Yongliu River might be able to save them.