This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 846: Shooting yourself in the foot

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After leaving McClun, Gulion quickly walked out of the door and caught up with the chief judge who had previously announced the adjournment of the trial.

Seeing the ferocious expression, the other four judges next to them quickly walked away knowingly.

They could guess some of the story, but they didn't want to get involved.

When the four people walked away, Gulion stared firmly into the eyes of the chief judge and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth.

"What do you mean!"

The old man raised his cloudy pupils.

Perhaps because of his old age, there was not much fear in his eyes. He just stared at Gulion twice, and then said in a slow and firm voice.

"General Gulion, I am just a colonial judge, not a soldier under your command. I have no reason to explain my work to you. If you are not satisfied with my ruling, you can complain to the Triumph City and let They replaced a more professional judge."

In the Legion, the judiciary has a certain degree of independence. It does not belong to the officer system nor the civilian system, but to the supervisory system of the "Jiang Guards".

That is, directly responsible to the marshal.

Just because the marshal and the Guards did not intervene in the specific affairs of the legion, but only exercised the power of supervision, and used loyalty as an important assessment factor, the Guards did not develop into a factional interest group.

The reason for such a design has a certain origin in the formation of the legion system.

After all, the early legions were all soldiers and their families, and there were no other professionals. After the court completed the trial, it was basically handed over to the Imperial Guard to arrest people, and those arrested were also soldiers.

This is just like the alliance's security guards. In the early days, they were the gate guards of the base. Later, when there were more people, it slowly developed into a police agency, divided into various departments, and split the Guards.

However, although the Imperial Guards of the legion have not developed into an interest group similar to the "Southern Legion" and the "Civil Service Group", everyone has their own interests and demands.

After all, not everyone is as honorable and loyal as the Praetorian Guards.

In addition, as the scale of the legion expands, more and more settlements and colonies are developed, and the "business scope" of the legion's judicial system is no longer limited to core settlements such as Triumph City. A large number of jobs were released as the territory expanded.

For the sake of personal career, some judges usually choose some other interest groups to "cling to", leaving the Triumph City with a narrow path for advancement and going to the colonies to develop their careers.

The local legions do not have a monopoly on judicial power on their own territory, so they are happy to cooperate with the judges from the Triumph City to achieve some exchanges of interests.

In a sense, this is one of the reasons why "the law changes after it leaves the Triumph City."

The most typical example is the bill on protecting the rights and interests of slaves.

This bill has never been implemented outside Triumph City, and the farther away it is, the less efficient it will be.

It's the same now.

Gurian promised him that as long as he obeyed his words, he would help him become the chief judge of all the colonies in the entire Borneo province.

To be honest, this offer is very tempting, even if the Southern Army only controls half of West Sails Harbor at the moment.

However, any transaction requires an equal exchange.

Compared to the title of a justice, the price he had to pay for it was too expensive.

Looking at the disobedient chief judge, Gulion's eyes narrowed slightly.

"That's not what you said before."

The chief judge responded unceremoniously.

"You never said before that the water behind this case is so deep!"

Gu Leon’s expression froze.

Seeing that he was speechless, the chief judge knew that he had guessed correctly again, so he laughed and said.

"General Gulion, I don't care about your internal or external grievances, and I don't mind providing you with some small help in the judiciary."

"But you want me to be the sinner of history for you, let my son laugh at me, let my wife look down on me, let my neighbors laugh at me, let me lose my career and even my life for your conspiracy. All... I'm sorry, you're not that proud."

Guion's face turned red with anger and he stared at the old man.

However, the old man just nodded slightly and then left from the corridor.

At this moment, an officer walked up to General Gulion and whispered in a low voice.

"General, Prince Akbar of the Xilan Empire has arrived. He is now in the military camp... Do you want him to come here, or do you want him to wait there?"

"Ignore him and leave him alone for two days."

Guion glared at the judge's back fiercely, cursed "an old loser", and then turned around and walked away.

……

On the other side, in the courtroom where cheers and applause resounded, the officers and soldiers of the Southern Legion had left the table in a hurry and did not want to stay here any longer.

Although many officers, including Ross, have a firm enough stance, this does not mean that they will not feel any shame in their hearts.

The enthusiastic and excited citizens stepped forward after the boiling applause and cheers, hugged the pangolin as he walked out of the dock, and patted his shoulders enthusiastically.

"Well done! Brother!"

"Thank you for saving my wife and children."

"I salute you! General! What we need is soldiers like you!"

"These bastards...have done so many dirty things behind the scenes!"

"Don't even try to put the lid on them!"

The warlord responded to people's enthusiasm while calming their emotions.

"Unfortunately, the evidence we have is too thin to convict a person or a group of people based on suspicion alone. But I assure you, I will not give up my appeal, and neither will I or the people behind me..." Three thousand lives must be accounted for. Whether it is the person who set the fire, the person who instigated it, or the person who handed the torch, they will all be judged justice in the end!"

Although he knew in his heart that what he said was more like a delicious-smelling cake, he also believed that as long as he did not give up the pursuit of the truth, the truth would eventually surface.

And justice will be meaningful.

Through the crowded crowd, he saw Penny looking at him with tears in her eyes.

Those were tears of excitement.

He could even imagine how worried she was before.

She was not kept waiting for too long.

The warlord squeezed out from the crowd, walked up and gave her a big hug.

What I wanted to do was preempted.

A hint of embarrassment at having her thoughts seen through suddenly appeared in Penny's heart, and two clusters of red clouds rose involuntarily on her cheeks.

Especially when the eyes of the surrounding eyes were focused on this place, the blessings in their eyes made her even more embarrassed and speechless.

However.

Her character was quite generous after all. She quickly raised her head and looked into those eyes.

"You told me before that my battlefield was in Triumph City. I have to correct your statement."

She stretched out her soft index finger and gently straightened his collar.

There was determination in those clear eyes, so much so that the battlefield atmosphere team watching her held their breath involuntarily.

"...This is our war."

"Whether it is Triumph City or West Sail Harbor, I will stand side by side with you."

"Don't even think about leaving me alone, let alone carrying all the trouble on your own shoulders!"

……

The noisy court finally ended, and people left the jury box with satisfaction. After everyone left, several local laborers walked in carrying garbage bags and brooms.

They waited aside for a long time, and finally the boring trial was over.

One thing to say is that the Weiland people do have many tricks. They work in the court and the post office, which really opens their eyes to the world for them coming from the countryside.

The only shortcoming is that these big-nosed people are not very smart and can't do things around the corner.

In their opinion, the judge was really an amateur, and he was not dignified enough. He was far inferior to the nobles of Xilan, and even inferior to the decisiveness and domineering power of a baron.

The old man not only allowed the defendant to stand and listen to the trial, but also allowed the defendant to whisper to others. How unbecoming was this!

"...Weilant people can fight, but they can't solve cases!"

"To be honest, you might as well do it to me! No matter how nice you say it, I'm going to sentence you, what else can I do to you?"

"You are too extreme, and your reasons will not convince everyone! You have to be more tactful, for example, first give him 20 lashes, pour hot sand into his throat, put clamps on his eyelids and wake him up for a few days, he said after struggling. If he can't speak, let him speak again. I guarantee that even if he has a huge injustice, he still won't be able to figure it out!"

"I am extreme? I think you are the extreme one! Just kill me if you want a **** reason! Why don't you just chop off your head? It's so troublesome!"

"Oh, no matter what happens, I think this judge's career is over."

"It's not just about his official career! If I were from Weiland, I would definitely not let him live. If I don't kill him as a warning, how will I control him in the future?"

Their discussion was so quiet that they did not dare to let the Weirant people outside hear it.

After all, the Vaillant people would not let them be judges. On the contrary, they might drag them out and bury them.

The old man from the lion tribe who was sweeping the floor seemed to have some education, but he really couldn't bear to listen. In the end, he couldn't help but snorted twice.

"...It's a pity that you are not, you are a Borneo. You can only imagine a Borneo man with a high nose sitting on it and announcing an edict, and then secretly pouting at another bigger man and saying I feel like the entire wasteland is like this."

Not to mention how inferior those methods are, the bottom line of each ethnic group is indeed different, and this is also determined by many reasons such as culture and nationality.

Weilant people fundamentally despise dogs that wag their tails. A submissive person will be looked down upon by others, unable to convince others at bottom, and will eventually be marginalized by the entire system.

Of course there are evil aspects to these big-nosed rules, but it is indeed not easy to find a judge who is both highly respected and good at wagging his tail to please.

And this is what really makes him sad. The seemingly clever ideas that his compatriots can come up with are also the reasons why the Borneo people are treated casually.

It's not just the Wilantes who don't treat them as human beings.

Those lofty kings, those smooth-talking family members, and even themselves... who is not like this?

Maybe he is too pessimistic.

After seeing all the ups and downs, at his age, he always felt that neither Lacy nor Absek could make it.

This zoo is more like a circus.

What clowns who play animals need is a "lead dancer" who is good at dancing.

He does not need to know too much about natural science, nor does he need to be an expert in a certain field.

He only has one skill, and that is to choreograph a dance for the clowns in the circus.

Only in this way can they live a human-like life while trying to be smart and muddle along.

But whether that can be called hope is hard to say.

The sun does rise as usual, but it is common here to refer to day as night.

The loyal will die first, then the brave, and finally the cunning.

When all the idealists exit the stage, it will end with a contest between the hypocrites and the true villains.

It will be a disaster no matter who wins.

Just two different disasters.

He loves this land more than anyone else, and he hopes he is wrong even more.

After all, something is missing here.

Or he is a true hero who combines the power of heaven and earth and can turn things around on his own.

Or civilization itself.

But it is always missing.

The man who was stung blushed, but couldn't grasp the point. After a long time, he choked out a speechless retort.

"I am a snake tribesman! What kind of thing are the Borneos?"

Others also started shouting.

"Why are you showing off? You still think you are a noble!"

“You **** thing, why didn’t those ‘bandits’ kill your whole family!”

"If I were a Velantian, I would definitely bury you!"

Boomerangs were flying all over the sky.

The old man shook his head. He didn't feel humiliated, he just felt pitiful. He took the broom and went to the corner...

Not far away, a handsome young man of about fifteen or sixteen years old walked in, nervously looking left and right, as if he was looking for someone.

Behind him were two old men, who looked humble and looked like his servants.

The staff passing by quickly noticed them and walked over, saying impatiently.

"This is a sacred court, and no one else is allowed to enter."

Seeing that someone was trying to kick him out, the young man's face turned red angrily and he glared at the staff member.

"My name is Akbar Xilan, and I am the crown prince of the Xilan Empire...I am here to see General Gulyon, I heard he is here!"

The staff member was stunned for a moment, staring at the young man suspiciously, with obvious disbelief in his eyes.

And just when he was about to ask him for identification, there were sudden flapping sounds next to him.

I saw a group of low-caste servants carrying brooms, kneeling on the ground in shock and grabbing the ground with their heads.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince?!"

"Meet His Highness!"

"You... aren't you in the north?! Why are you here?!"

Looking at the people who were kneeling and worshiping, Akbar showed a humility on his face that he loved his people like a son, and he raised his hands upward.

"Please forgive me for your courtesy. I am here to discuss important matters with Xi Lan's friends. You just continue to do the work at hand. Don't neglect our friends."

The people kneeling on the ground reluctantly stood up.

After saying that, the boy named Akbar looked at the staff member again, with a hint of obvious pride on his face.

"Can you take me to see General Guion now?"

Facing that showy look, the staff member stared at him twice with a strange expression, and then nodded.

"Okay...just wait for me here and I'll ask for you."

The empire has become like this. He doesn't know why this guy can still laugh, let alone what he can be proud of.

Maybe it’s because of my better mentality.

Looking at the staff who turned to leave, Akbar said with a smile.

"Well, let's go!"

……

On the other side, General Gulion was in the lounge of the court, truthfully reporting what happened in the court to the general staff of the Southern Army.

However, after listening to his report, the second most powerful figure in the Southern Army did not say anything and just said a flat response.

"I understand the basic situation, go about your business."

Seeing that this gentleman did not have any instructions, General Gulion couldn't help but asked anxiously.

"...What don't you need me to do?"

He always felt that it was not a good idea to let the pangolin go back alive, but it was not easy to get rid of that guy now.

The chief of general staff smiled lightly.

"I think the commander named Pangolin actually said something very interesting."

Guion couldn't figure out what the general staff meant for a while, so he asked cautiously.

"...Which sentence is it?"

The chief of general staff said in a very soft voice.

"What are you doing here?"

The moment he heard these words, Gulion was stunned for a few seconds. After a while, a drop of cold sweat broke out on his forehead and he lowered his head.

"I understand...I'm sorry, I made the decision without permission."

The senior management didn't want him to get involved in this matter.

"Using legal means to get rid of the envoys of the civil servant group" is completely his smart interpretation.

Just like his subordinates pouring excrement into the dungeon without permission, it is redundant and stupid. It will not have any positive effect on the situation. On the contrary, it may be a small gain.

It was at this moment that he suddenly came back to his senses and fully understood the meaningful words General McClung said to him...

As if satisfied with his repentance, a voice of approval came from the other end of the communication channel.

"You are a smart man. The commander of Tire Army and I both think highly of you, but being smart is not a good thing, especially your smartness may make us passive."

"A captain cannot affect the overall situation, and you don't need to worry about the matters in Triumph City. Facing the criticism from the civil servant group, we naturally have our own arrangements. As for you, it is enough to complete the task assigned to you by the commander of the Tire Army. Now, we care more about your performance on the battlefield rather than being in a redundant place."

General Gulion's Adam's apple moved, and he lowered his head and said respectfully.

"Yes..."

The communication has been disconnected.

Gurian let out a long breath and threw the busy phone back on the table, unaware that his back was soaked with sweat.

Thinking about it calmly, the life and death of a captain really doesn't affect anything.

So what if he returns to Triumph City alive?

The civil servants in Triumph City are not dumb or deaf. If they really had some strong enough evidence, they wouldn't have to wait until the pangolin returned before presenting it.

A few mouths and a few specious doubts are not enough to accuse the Southern Army of plotting the West Sails Massacre. Even if Absek personally came forward, it would be meaningless.

The Southern Army was very careful during the entire conspiracy. There were almost no clues that could point to the top. The only doubts could be explained by accidents. This was the reason why the civilian group did not charge them. .

Inadequate accusations constitute slander, which is a serious matter in the Legion.

As a result, my mind got crazy and I did such a stupid thing-initiating this trial on my own initiative in the name of the Southern Army without sufficient evidence.

Okay, now it is up to the Southern Army to add evidence to prove their own accusations of "three betrayals."

How did a hero who saved more than two hundred Wilant survivors become what they called a traitor?

What did he betray?

What is the Southern Army preparing for?

If you make a big fuss, you might alert the Marshal...

At this point, even if they wanted to withdraw the lawsuit, it was too late.

Once they withdraw the lawsuit, the civil service group in Triumph City will not give up. They will immediately launch a countersuit, send the Southern Army to the dock, and ask them to explain themselves as defendants... and by then it will only be worse than now. passive.

Gulyon finally realized what a stupid thing he had done, which was even stupider than assassinating that guy in prison... But it is too late to say this now.

He shouldn't be so smart as to share the worries of those big shots.

He even couldn't help cursing McClun, that sinister old fox for not warning him earlier.

Just when Gulion was anxious, there were suddenly several gentle knocks on the door of the lounge.

He took a deep breath, calmed down his anxious expression, and coughed toward the door.

"Come in."

The door opened and his confidant came in.

Walking to his desk, the officer reported in a serious voice.

"Sir, the prince of Xilan came to the court from the military camp. He seems determined to see you."

Not in the mood to pay attention to that thing, Guion said impatiently.

"I told him to leave him alone for two days and let him go."

"Yes..." The officer was stunned for a moment, but he still gave a military salute and walked neatly out the door.

But as soon as he reached the door, Gulion suddenly stopped him again.

"Wait."

The officer who stopped turned around and asked respectfully.

"Do you have any other instructions?"

Gullion did not speak. He walked to the wall and stared at the map hanging on the wall for a while, then suddenly spoke.

"Let him come in and see me."

I didn’t understand why my boss suddenly changed his mind, but the officer didn’t ask any more questions and just gave a respectful military salute.

"Yes."

Instead of looking at his confidants, Guion just stared at the map.

He originally planned to implement the plan he stated at the war meeting step by step and encroach on the land of Borneo Province bit by bit through vassalization.

But now it seems that his plan has to be moved forward...

Just when the prince of the empire finally met the "old friend" of the empire with an uneasy mood, far away on the border of Mammoth State in the northeastern corner of Borneo Province, a war that determined the fate of the empire finally came to an end. Closed the curtain...