This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 828: The smell of corpses has already drifted out of the coffin

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Downstream of the Yongliu River, at the inland pier of Golden Gallen Port, several young men in uniform were standing next to the newsstand.

They are the marine police in this area. They are mainly responsible for detecting smuggling, maintaining order at the docks and shipping, and rescuing drowning stowaways.

Compared to the warlords in Huzhou and Baozhou who shot refugees crossing the border, the Jingallan Port authorities are more tolerant of illegal immigration.

For moral reasons, the authorities will not deport them, but they cannot allow the refugees to rush to the city.

Usually, they will send the refugees to settlement sites in the suburbs, let these people live temporarily, find some jobs at the dock, or help them introduce some jobs, and at the same time teach them some simple life skills and what they need to know law.

After leaving the resettlement site, these refugees will receive a work card with a tax number on it, which serves as proof of their identity.

If they get an ID card in the future, the tax number will directly become their ID number.

In fact, in order to obtain identity as soon as possible, most stowaways will take the initiative to find them after landing.

It is precisely because of this that their work is relatively easy, and they will hang out at the newsstand when they are not busy.

The newspaper they are holding at this moment is the latest issue of "Daily Survivor", and the content published on the headline is the tragedy of Saipan Harbor that happened a week ago.

The newspaper recorded in detail the cause and effect of the incident and the whole story of the incident.

The cause was that a laborer named Orissa died of exhaustion on the dock, which led to other local free laborers to go on strike in protest.

The labor agencies controlled by the authorities pretended to agree to the protesters' demands, but immediately reneged on it when the peak shipping period passed and introduced slaves from other places on a large scale in an attempt to replace the uncooperative freedmen, thus completely igniting the freedmen's anger. anger.

It just so happened that the warehouse at the port was stocked with ammunition that the legion planned to transport to the front line.

So an uprising started with fire as the trigger, and in the end it obviously got out of control.

Due to the delay in news, they did not know until now that such a terrible thing happened on the other side of the land just below their feet...

"You really deserve it..." A young marine policeman couldn't help but cursed and turned the page of the newspaper angrily.

The next page is about Janusz, the self-proclaimed king.

However, the reporter from the "Daily Survivor" branch in Chipsport didn't know much about this guy. He only knew that he used to be Alaya's subordinate and had participated in the butterfly swimming competition on the outskirts of Goldengallon Harbor. , considered a veteran.

The Thirteenth Route Army set out from Xifan Port and is setting fire to the hinterland of the empire. It is still unknown where it will hit...

Unlike the young marine policeman, the older man next to him shrugged his shoulders.

"But civilians are innocent."

"Innocent?"

The young man looked at his colleagues with wide eyes, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"Are your compatriots from Velant? Did the uprising break out for no reason? The first person who died was named Orissa, and more than three thousand Borneos died there! How can you sympathize with it? Slave owners and imperialists?"

Many people may not have looked at it and selectively ignored the "lowly" name Orissa, but he clearly remembered that this name was the beginning of everything.

He no longer cares what race that person is, in his eyes that person is his compatriot, a Borno!

As for Janusz and the Heavenly King Army, they were just flames that spread later.

Vilante is the real arsonist!

The lackey of the empire is playing with fire, skewering his compatriots on skewers and roasting them on the fire!

Now that they are out of luck, they are only bringing the blame upon themselves.

He only hated that this fire could not reach the Triumph City, but burned on the land of Borneo Province, making those exploited the price of exploitation, and making his compatriots endure the suffering of the war.

He believed that more than one person in the entire Golden Gallon Port thought this way, and he had seen what West Sail Port looked like in more than one newspaper.

Looking at the excited young man, the older marine policeman sighed and said.

"That's what I mean by innocent. The survivors of Sailsport are innocent... of course, including the civilians of the dead Wilrants. They left their homes and came to our home to open up territory for the Legion. In the end, they became victims of politicians. To say how much they enjoyed the benefits of the colony, I don’t think it is true."

Everything is compared, macro and macro comparison, micro and micro comparison.

The Alliance did not engage in colonization, but engaged in win-win cooperation, and the lives of the Alliance residents were not bad. He has never been to Shuguang City, but he has seen the changes in Jingallan Port. He cannot be sure that the other party is doing charity and the development outside his home is better than that at home.

"...They are all victims, and what is truly reprehensible are the rules of exploitation and endless greed."

But this is only an afterthought.

When he got the newspaper, everything was over.

The Weirant people were probably venting their anger at Sailsport, but the survivors in Borneo were gradually waking up.

Just like the young man next to him, the first reaction was not which tribe Orissa belonged to, but how dare those big noses kill my tribe!

It would be naive for the Legion to think that they could conquer a city by killing them.

In the history of the Awami League, imperialism has never truly won. It has always moved from one quagmire to another, and was eventually submerged in the torrent of the times.

This war has just begun.

So what if there is an airship?

What if you inherit an inheritance?

Who didn’t come out of the desert two hundred years ago?

As long as history moves forward, they will eventually be submerged in the endless sea of ​​humanity...

While the two were arguing or even quarreling, Kapil was flipping through Mr. Mouse's collected works.

He is not interested in war.

Since the shell took away his right arm and sent him to the prisoner of war camp, those deafening sounds could no longer shake him.

But those shocking words can still do it.

He was a reader of "Mr. Rat" when he was in the prisoner of war camp.

It was precisely because he read the article "Red Earth" that he decided to stay.

The authorities of Golden Gallen Port reached a consensus with the empire on the return of prisoners of war. However, due to the Shifeng Mountain Incident, the people of Golden Gallen Port took to the streets to petition. Therefore, the authorities did not force the prisoners of war to return home, but instead It became voluntary to stay or leave.

At that time, Kapil spent a sum of money and used the saved wages to get the captain who came to receive the prisoners of war to count him as severely disabled and allow him to stay in Golden Gallon Port to continue receiving "humanitarian treatment."

In fact, after he installed the prosthetic limb produced by Boulder City, apart from having to recharge it every three days, it had no impact on his daily life and work. The money was just to preserve the honor of his family and family.

After that, the prisoner-of-war camp was transformed into a refugee settlement, and he was transferred here to work as a marine policeman.

While Kapil was flipping through the anthology, a bell sounded from the dock in the distance.

I saw a cargo ship slowly sailing into the river port with the double-knife flag on a green background and the royal emblem.

"A big ship is coming." Putting the newspaper back on the newsstand, the slightly older marine policeman put on his hat and said, "Strange, is there any news about the big ship at the port today?"

The other marine policeman next to him narrowed his eyes and grinned.

"The merchant ships of the Xilan royal family, these people never report their number when they come here... They still regard it as their own home, haha."

Sending a telegram to report the application for flight number and berth before the ship departs is not a hard and fast rule, it is just to reduce the trouble between the two parties.

After all, the berths at inland river ports are tight and the transportation resources are limited. There are not berths for ships at all times.

When the transport capacity was at its peak, the river was blocked and the relevant regulations were introduced.

However, the emperor of Borneo never complied, and his merchant ships often forgot to apply, either arriving one day early or one day late.

Several marine policemen started to coo.

"Tsk, I'm most annoyed by these unruly people."

"Check him!"

"...There is no emperor in Jingallang Port, everyone is the same, go up and have a look."

"Here you go, wait for me."

Kapil also put the collection of essays back on the newspaper, left a banknote and handed it to the stall owner, asking him to keep the unfinished collection of essays for him and come back later to get it.

The group of people walked to the dock and happened to see the owner of the merchant ship and the port staff on the dock shouting.

"We arrived a day early, help us find a berth!"

The port manager rolled his eyes.

"Where are the berths for you? Line up on the river!"

The distinguished guest behind him was urging me hard. The captain was anxious, but it was not convenient for him to speak clearly, so he could only threaten.

"Aren't you afraid that we will block the river?"

The port manager joked

"You're trying to scare me, try blocking me."

The captain was so angry that he had itching teeth, but there was nothing he could do.

Fortunately, Wu Tuo and the ministers paid no attention to him at this moment. They all looked at the shore blankly, and without exception, they all opened their mouths in surprise.

Especially Prince Dilip, who came here with Alaya and was squatting in a small house in the Kraba market on the outskirts of the city.

As for this place, it was originally a muddy reed swamp, and he even had an impression of the path along the river.

But the path is no longer visible, replaced by a wider and longer cement road.

Detached huts are scattered in an orderly manner on the edge of the river port. Bicycles are tied to the door of the small courtyard full of flowers and plants, and there are also mailboxes painted vertically with green paint.

Although not every hut is so exquisite and exquisite, those exquisite and exquisite houses are not inferior to the citizens of Tiandu.

Occasionally, there are one or two unique mansions, and even a prince with such taste as him can't help but express his admiration and envy on his face, and he has the idea of ​​​​buying two of them.

Speaking of...

The Governor's Palace in Nihak is not so grand, right?

Dileep thought he had entered the wealthy area of ​​Golden Gallen Harbor, but he didn't know that this place could only be regarded as its suburbs, and it was also an outer suburb far away from the harbour.

Those who live nearby are either dock workers at inland river ports, female workers in textile factories, or businessmen and dignitaries who often travel to Huzhou and Baozhou.

Because the land in the outer suburbs is cheap and there are not as many rules as in the city, the rich people in Huzhou and Baozhou like to set up their second homes here, buy a large piece of land, and then rent a Jinjalun Port Designers built mansions in Alliance or Legion style.

In addition to those elegantly decorated buildings, you can also vaguely see rows of square buildings as high as city walls from a distance.

These buildings are usually not far from factories and stations, with rows of windows neatly lined up on the walls, like ears of corn, housing newly moved residents.

"This is...my Golden Gallon Port?"

Wutuo was completely stunned. It took him a long time to squeeze out such a sentence from his mouth.

Dileep had been here last year anyway, and his impression of this place was even more distant. He only remembered a patch of red soil on the edge of the Everliu River, plantations on the other side, and an endless stretch of low shacks in the distance. and the high-walled Camp Lowell.

Being a governor here is a hard job. After all, there are slums outside the port. During the hot dry season, the whole street smells terrible.

But what he saw now completely overturned his impression.

He could not even imagine that this settlement would appear on the land of Borneo.

The ministers following him looked at each other and could not say a word.

Obviously they were shocked too.

At this moment, a speedboat with a police badge drove over.

The water policeman standing on the speedboat shouted towards the deck.

"Guard, check the ship!"

The boat owner, who was arguing with the port management, quickly looked at the speedboat and explained with a smile.

"We are the royal merchant ship!"

The marine policeman standing on the deck said impatiently.

"The Royal Merchant Ship also needs to be inspected, put down the ladder, hurry up."

The captain was in a dilemma and looked for help at His Majesty and Prince Dilip behind him.

Wutuo had a dark face, but after whispering to the minister next to him, he finally nodded.

The **** stepped forward.

"Allow them to come up."

The captain breathed a sigh of relief and quickly knelt down to thank him.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

A group of marine police boarded the ship and looked at the nobles standing on the deck with surprised expressions on their faces.

Although these people do not have titles hanging on their bodies, the robes they wear and the accessories hanging on their waists are worth a lot of money at first glance, maybe tens or even millions of gallons.

What is even more puzzling is that these nobles actually entered the port on ships carrying cargo.

Even if this is a royal merchant ship, it is still a cargo ship...

Kapil always felt that the face of the leader looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

As usual, he said to those people.

"Do you have any customs clearance documents or identity documents? If not, you have to register at the customs..."

Before he could finish his words, the man of high status suddenly glared at him with an angry look on his face.

"What a bastard! What paperwork do I need when I go back to my home?"

Kapil was stunned, and several marine policemen around him were also stunned. They didn't know why this guy was so crazy.

But at this moment, Kapil suddenly recognized this familiar face, and a trace of incredible surprise gradually appeared in his eyes.

How is this possible? !

In Golden Gallen Harbor?

He opened his mouth wide, unable to close his chin, and blurted out subconsciously.

"...Your Majesty?!"

……

The witch camel appeared in Jin Jialun Port.

And they emerged from the reed beach in the outer suburbs together with the stowaways.

As soon as the news was published in the newspaper, it immediately caused a huge sensation in the entire Golden Gallen Port.

The inland port, where few people usually come, was crowded with people.

Some people even came from the port area of ​​the seaport just to take a look at what the emperor looked like.

Because the onlookers affected the order of shipping, the port authorities could only deploy more manpower to maintain order while parking the royal merchant ship carrying the civil and military officials of the Xilan Empire at the shore outside the port. It would be troublesome for that person. The witch camel floated on the water for a while longer.

In fact, there is no need for the authorities to mention this at all.

Seeing the huge crowds of people on the shore, Wu Tuo was so frightened that he didn't even dare to mention getting off the boat. He hid in the cabin all day and didn't even dare to open a window for fear of being exposed to the light. Let people know which room you are in.

After all, the Empire is not an alliance, and he does not dare to stand in the crowd like a manager.

After all, what if there is an assassin mixed in?

Most people with evil intentions are like this. Everyone seems to think that the other person wants to harm them.

That night.

Sitting by the bed, Wu Tuo was feeling depressed, drinking tea and playing chess with Prince Dilip.

At this moment, his most loyal **** came in from the door and kowtowed to the ground.

"...Your Majesty, the reporter from the Golden Gallen Harbor Branch of "Daily Survivor" would like to interview you."

Wu Tuo frowned.

"Reporter? What is that?"

The **** explained tremblingly.

"That's...providing materials to newspapers."

"Newspaper?"

Wu Tuo frowned, vaguely seeming to have heard of it, but it was not a good thing anyway.

So he waved his hand and said impatiently.

"No, let him go."

The **** nodded submissively and was about to exit the "palace".

Prince Dilip, who was sitting in front of Wu Tuo, suddenly felt something in his heart. He first waved to the **** who was about to exit the door, then looked at Wu Tuo and said.

"Wait a minute... Your Majesty, I think being interviewed is not a bad thing. The reason why the residents of Golden Gallen Harbor are gathering on the shore now is just to admire your majesty and saintly spirit——"

Wutuo interrupted his chatter impatiently.

"How can my majesty be admired by those servants?"

Prince Dilip coughed dryly and said.

"Having said that...but from another perspective, blocking is worse than spreading. If you are willing to satisfy the curiosity of those ungrateful guys, maybe they can disperse from the river. And at that time we It's better to go to the shore and stay there, so you won't be floating on the river forever."

I don’t know how long the grass bandits in the west will continue to cause trouble, and there is no news from the Forbidden Army.

If the residents of Golden Gallen Harbor come here all day long to join in the fun, they might never be able to get ashore.

The moisture on this ever-flowing river is heavy, and the deck is always shaking. He can't bear to stay on the boat all the time.

Wutuo obviously had the same idea. He held the chess piece and thought for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"OK."

The chess pieces landed on the chessboard.

He glanced at the **** who was grabbing the ground with his head at the door and said calmly.

"Then let me meet the reporter."

……

The night gradually deepened, and there was silence on the Yongliu River. There was only the slow sound of frogs in the reeds.

Although the crowd on the shore dispersed, the people on the boat still did not dare to get off.

However, even though he did not dare to get off the boat, the Wu Tuo slept peacefully on the boat. Just after ten o'clock, he was snoring loudly in the "bedroom", even sleeping soundly than when he passed by the warlord's territory.

But he slept comfortably, but some people in Golden Gallen Harbor couldn't sleep.

For example, Jodu, the secretary in the governor's office.

As the acting governor of Golden Gallen Port, he is basically responsible for the entire port affairs.

He had never received a diplomatic note from the empire before, and he did not know that the emperor of the empire was coming to Jingallang Port. Therefore, when he heard that Wu Tuo appeared at the port of Yongliu River, he was completely stunned. .

"...The emperor is really here with us?"

Standing opposite Jodu, Sheriff Bihari smiled bitterly and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue.

"It's absolutely true... I didn't believe it at first, so I even made a special trip to the ship to have a look."

He was the chief of the Port District Security Bureau during the Nihak period, and was later promoted to sergeant due to his outstanding performance during the occupation.

Although he rarely talks about his noble title anymore, he was indeed a noble of the empire.

So others don't know what Wu Tuo looks like, but he remembers it clearly.

Including several grand dukes and princes on the deck.

While pacing back and forth in front of his desk, Jodu stopped and couldn't help but ask.

"Could he be pretending?"

Bihari said dumbfounded.

"How is it possible...and not only the emperor, but Prince Dilip is also there. He recorded the biometric information in our prison, and it came out as soon as it was verified. If you don't believe it, I will take him for verification. For a moment?"

Jordu said quickly.

"That's not necessary...they are not suspects, so don't arrest people at will."

Chief Bihari said with a wry smile.

"What should we do about this? Just let them float on the river?"

"It's hard to handle..."

Jordu fell into thought.

His political sense told him that the story behind this matter might not be that simple.

Since Wu Tuo chose to come here, he must have judged that he had nowhere to go.

Even the emperor himself felt that he could no longer control the situation...

Having faintly smelled the smell of corpses in the wind blowing from the Yongliu River, an idea suddenly appeared in Jodu's mind.

This empire might be coming to an end!

It is like a corpse that has been buried in secret. No matter how tightly the coffin board is covered, it cannot cover up the stench emerging from the gaps.

A drop of hot sweat broke out on Jodu's forehead.

What he was thinking about at this moment was not the future fate of the empire, but the impact and impact the collapse of this behemoth would have on Golden Gallen Port.

As one of the candidates for future mayor, he must first be responsible for the residents of Golden Gallen Harbor.

Especially responsible for their deposits.

"...Let's ask the alliance for their opinion on this matter first. Let's see what they say. We'd better not get involved."

Hearing what Yodu said, Bihari nodded hastily in agreement.

"I think so too, please contact the alliance as soon as possible."

"I have already sent a telegram to the Alliance as soon as possible, but it is late at night in Dawn City, so I am afraid they will have to wait until tomorrow to reply to us..."

When he said this, Jodu paused for a moment, walked to his desk, picked up the phone, and called his secretary.

"Let the president of the Golden Gallen Port Bank come to my office, and the director of the Foreign Trade Administration... Well, right now, I don't care if they are lying on the bed or soaking in the bathtub, immediately Get dressed and come here!"

"I have important things to discuss with them face to face."

……

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly, and the port area of ​​Golden Gallen Harbor was as bustling as ever.

The tragedy in Xifan Port was widely spread the day before yesterday. Today, the emperor of Xilan came to Jingallan Port again.

People are talking about whether Tiandu has been defeated by the king's army.

It's a pity that neither Lion City nor Tiandu has branches of Survivor Daily, so they can only rely on guessing.

But it would be nice if that were the case.

After all, the Heavenly King’s Army shouted the slogan of abolition of slaves and land distribution, and I heard that it was indeed divided. At least it was a bit of progress.

And putting aside the progress or not, they have long seen that the empire and the emperor are not pleasing to their eyes!

In the beef noodle breakfast shop, a group of diners were slurping noodles and talking about the newly released newspapers.

"What a good death! It's better to kill all the ministers of the dynasty! Let them crush their bones and spread their ashes!"

An old man shook his head, sighed and pointed.

"I'm afraid things are not that simple. The legion will not just sit back and let the empire collapse like this, and they have killed so many people in the legion. The Thirteenth Route Army seems to be turbulent, but they are all farmers, and the logistics are also following If we don’t get there, it’s still hard to predict the outcome of the fight.”

A man who looked elegant also shook his head and said regretfully.

"I am afraid that their blood will be shed in vain."

Not far from them, a dock worker was so angry that he slapped the table and shouted.

"These dogs have big noses! They enslave my compatriots, and now they want to interfere in our internal affairs! Do you think we are soft persimmons!"

This remark received responses from many people, and the diners sitting in the noodle shop were filled with indignation.

“It’s so deceiving!”

"I will donate to the federation right now! I will donate one month's salary!"

"What's the use of donating money to the federation? They support Lacy, and that guy is still wasting money in Mengmazhou and Alaiyang!"

"Lasi's business is getting bigger and bigger, but it's not as good as that of Janusz."

"Oh, I'm not optimistic about that guy...I'm not afraid of him becoming emperor, I'm just afraid that he wants to go public in Shuguang City and become an apartment owner."

"Hahaha! Comparing this, Yanoush is more cheerful, just pick up the gun and do it!"

"It's a pity that it's not easy to transport supplies from here. It would be more convenient if they want to launch an incident on the east coast."

"It's useless. No matter how many guns you donate to them, can they stop the legion? The legion is about to end... Hey! It's hard to say who will get these 4 million square kilometers..."

While everyone was talking about it, an unusual group of people entered the noodle shop.

Walking to the corner of the noodle shop and sitting down, Asin ordered a bowl of scallion noodles and a basket of soup dumplings as usual, then spread out a newspaper in his hand, drinking tea and reading it slowly.

He has been literate for some time, and now he has no problem reading and writing.

Even if no one is reading it, he can understand it by himself.

Standing behind him, Kunal listened to the indignant conversations of the diners and couldn't help clenching his fists and muttering.

"This **** emperor still dares to come to Jingallang Port...Boss, how about we kill him?"

On a mere cargo ship on an inland river, you only need to send people to dig a hole in the bottom of the ship, and you can let them taste the water of the eternal river.

"Are you crazy?"

Axin paused, glanced back at his dull little brother, and shook his head in disgust before turning back.

Kill the emperor?

Can Xilan’s problem be solved by killing the emperor?

It would be better for those small business people not to interfere in the affairs of big shots, otherwise they will die without knowing how.

Of course, if a big enough person asks him to do this, he will gladly accept it.

It is indeed not difficult to kill someone.

Especially on his turf.

However, this matter is also very strange. Why did Wu Tuo, who had just announced the "Northern Hunting", suddenly appear here.

After staring at the newspaper for a while, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in Asin's eyes.

"This emperor... I'm afraid he's here to avoid trouble."

Kunal was stunned when he heard this and asked in a low voice.

"You mean, the Heavenly King's army has reached Tiandu?"

Asin said casually.

"He's been here for two days, maybe he's sleeping now."

Kunal was shocked when he heard this, and subconsciously thought about the map of Borneo Province.

Good guy!

Isn’t this two states in a row in one week? !

Even on the plains where the Legion had assisted in building infrastructure, the speed of this advance was exaggerated.

"So, isn't that king even more powerful than Lacy..."

Hearing this, Asin laughed, shook his head and said.

"You can't just look at the surface of the problem. Whether it's powerful or not depends on who the opponent is. Janush is facing a group of peasant soldiers, and Lacy is facing Alaya. Don't underestimate that wolf tribesman, he It is true that we suffered a loss at the hands of the Alliance, but we did not completely lose on the battlefield."

There are very few people in the entire Golden Gallon Port who want the Empire to win. It would be a coincidence if the Gray Wolf Army could win.

In fact, including himself, he has learned the lessons of the empire's failure and is particularly cautious when expanding his business. He never does things to perfection at any time and leaves everything on the line.

Not only that, other gang leaders wanted to have ruthlessness written on their faces, but he was the only one who was polite to everyone. He even sat with his neighbors to eat noodles and gave red envelopes to children during the New Year.

It is precisely because of this that the Assassin Gang can become bigger and stronger.

Kunal touched the back of his head and said with a smile.

"That's right, hehe... I remembered it when you said it, and you made one yourself."

Asin glanced at him.

"This is not a good thing...don't mention it."

"Okay boss," Kunal nodded, paused for a moment and then asked, "Then this emperor..."

Axin slapped him on the back of the head.

"Why don't you have a long memory? Why are you always thinking about that guy? This is not what we do at all. Just take care of your own one-third of an acre!"

Kunal scratched the back of his head.

"But you said you wanted to bring down the emperor... I just want to share your worries."

Asin was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that he had indeed said this, and it was during the farewell ceremony for Lacy.

At this situation, looking at the down-and-out emperor in the newspaper, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

I really miss it when I think about it.

In the blink of an eye, everything I dreamed about in my dream came true.

"Yes, that's right... Kunal, my friend, I did say that."

"And I can tell you, my wish will come true soon haha!"

……

(Thanks to the leader of "Xing Qing Bu Yu" for the reward!

! )