This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 923: We will fight side by side

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"...At this point, only the City of Triumph can decide the fate of the Weiland people."

Shuguang City, Embassy Street, the study room of the legion's embassy in the alliance.

Looking at the bustling crowd of demonstrators outside the window, Captain Bennot sighed softly, and by chance, he said what was in the heart of someone thousands of miles away.

An hour ago, he learned from the Alliance Foreign Minister Cheng Yan that the Alliance had declared war on the Southern Army.

Not long after that, the declaration of war speech delivered by the alliance manager appeared on the headlines of the "Daily Survivor" and various TV stations in the alliance.

The Alliance launched its war machine with terrifying efficiency and cohesion.

Just like when they declared war on the Torch Church.

In contrast, the Southern Army was still counting on the General Staff's "strange move" to reverse the situation until the end.

After their opponents saw through their conspiracy, the guy was like a gambler who lost all his chips, dumbfounded and helpless.

Now not only the alliance, but also the enterprises on the east coast can't bear to point their guns at them, completely abandoning weakness and the illusion that "peace will fall from the sky by itself".

The only suspense left is the attitude of Triumph City.

If Triumph City's choice is to "never give up", then the Southern Army still has a glimmer of hope.

As for the price, it is to mobilize all the Velantians on the entire planet to fight an all-out war with the survivors living in the eastern part of Middle-earth.

In this way, the gamblers of the Southern Legion have won their bet.

As long as all the Weirant people unite, even if they don't end up victorious, they can at least escape with the chips on the gambling table.

But if Triumph City's choice is to "kill this traitor", then the legion's disintegration will be inevitable.

This is not difficult to understand.

If it cannot stand up when "one's own children may be threatened", even as a symbolic flag, then the Triumph City will lose its only value.

In fact, signs of separatism have already emerged within the Legion.

The reason why there has been no outbreak so far is entirely due to the prestige of His Majesty the Marshal.

At this moment, Benoit didn’t know what choice Triumph City would make, so he could only close the door and wait patiently.

On small matters, he can make decisions that he thinks are right on behalf of the civil service group or Triumph City.

But in such a big matter, all he can be is a mouthpiece.

Of course, he is currently facing a more direct trouble than the distant Triumph City and what decision His Majesty the Marshal will make.

That is the rights of the Weirant people living in the alliance.

Just like now, the survivors of Dawn City simply surrounded the embassy in Triumph City.

I have always heard people say that Boulder City is the old revolutionary base of the Alliance, but in Benoit's opinion, it is clearly here.

These guys are like fanatics.

If the guards of Dawn City hadn't stopped them, they might have thrown the rotten eggs in.

Although his heart was full of helplessness, Benoit also understood the anger of these young men at this moment.

After all, the Southern Army went to war first without declaring it, and also detonated a nuclear bomb on land under the nominal jurisdiction and actual control of the alliance.

That's a nuclear bomb...

"We have to find a way to protect the Wilantes living in the alliance." Secretary Domini, who was sitting opposite Benoit, also had a frown on his face.

It was his plan to arm the "old friend" Xilan Empire with the arms of the Eastern Legion.

Unexpectedly, just as their plan was about to succeed, they were interrupted by the Southern Legion, bringing down the entire West Sail Port and even the empire.

As for the subsequent series of chain reactions, it has long been beyond his...and even the entire civil service group and everyone's control and expectation.

Yanush died, Abu Saik suddenly rebelled, the Kingdom of Borneo was established, and the Southern Army participated in the war in the name of the false emperor...

Now, those idiots are so crazy that they want to overturn the entire table.

Thanks to this bunch of idiots who gambled on the fortunes of the country even if they disagreed, all their efforts to improve the image of the Velante people were in vain!

After hearing Domini's suggestion, Benoit pinched his eyebrows and said with exhaustion written on his face.

"Protect...how to protect? There are at least tens of thousands of Weirant people in Dawn City alone. Should we put them all into the embassy?"

There aren’t that many rooms here, so it’s very crowded just for the embassy staff.

Dominy was speechless for a moment, then spoke with difficulty after a moment.

"What about temporarily transferring people to the Falcon Kingdom? That is our only base in the eastern world..."

Hearing this innocent statement, Benoit couldn't help but complain before he finished speaking.

"After the transfer? How long will you stay there? This is a migration of hundreds of thousands of people. Even the alliance may not be able to withstand the influx of so many people in an instant, let alone the total population of less than a hundred people. Wan’s Falcon Kingdom... That shrinking oasis simply cannot accommodate so many people."

Dominy touched his nose awkwardly.

If you think about it carefully, this is really not a good idea.

After all, people are not animals. They can move from one place to another with just a touch of their lips.

At this moment, a live news message suddenly appeared on the TV in the room.

I saw in the camera that the street was filled with angry people, with indignation written on their faces.

Facing the reporter's interview, an emotional protester shouted at the top of his lungs.

"I told you before! Those big noses can't be trusted!"

Before he could finish his words, another head came over and snatched away the lens in front of him.

"Nuclear bomb! How did they get the nuclear bomb! I don't believe there was no mole to help them!"

"Every Velantian is a potential spy!"

"Send them all to Mantou Port! That's where they should go!"

The crowd in the picture became more and more excited, and the reporters at the scene could only temporarily cut the live interview footage to the drone.

Judging from the overhead shot, the shooting location seemed to be the Alliance's Settlement No. 1, and there were at least two to three thousand people gathered on the street!

This is the settlement with the largest number of Borneos on the entire Death Coast, and it is also one of the settlements with the largest number of Wilantes. The two sides are currently at war, so one can imagine how acute the conflicts between them will be.

Bennot couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in his heart. It seemed that what he was most worried about had happened.

But at this moment, a lame man appeared in the corner of the camera.

The tall bridge of his nose has already revealed his identity. He is a Weiland man.

On this occasion that all the people in Wilante consciously avoided, he took the initiative to walk in front of the crowd.

The reporter quickly focused the camera on the person.

At the same time, many protestors also turned their attention to him.

Facing the pairs of eyes, he took a deep breath and spoke loudly with a loud voice.

"My name is Kuruan, and I was once a member of the Southern Legion."

The crowd was in an uproar, and almost all the Borneo people present were excited.

The guards surrounding the crowd tensed up, trying to pull away this idiot who was "provoking" the demonstrators.

However, Kuruan stood at a high place, straightened his back, responded to the angry gazes without hesitation, and continued with a loud voice.

"There is nothing to hide. Rather than pretending that this has nothing to do with us, I would rather be honest with you."

One protester angrily pushed his way to the front, almost touching the guard's shield, and roared at him.

"Do you think this is something to be proud of? Scum! Look what you did in my hometown!"

Kuruan looked at him and shouted with a tone and volume not inferior to that man.

"Of course not, I never said this is our pride, this is obviously a shame!"

The sound shocked some people.

They may not have expected that they would hear such words from the mouths of the Weirant people.

The guards maintaining order on the side looked at him in surprise. The older police chief suddenly felt something in his heart and handed him the trumpet in his hand.

Rather than persuading the people present to leave, it would be better to let them just have a happy quarrel.

Speak out all the words you are holding in your heart.

Kuruan took the trumpet from the sergeant's hand and spoke loudly with a louder voice.

"This is a disgrace to the people of Wilant!"

"We left our homes and came here because we were fed up with the lies of these shameless people!"

"...I believe that our marshal never led us to unite and fight against those who enslaved us just to let us oppress the survivors in the wasteland!"

"I believe he must be doing it to let us cut off our shackles, to prevent the out-of-control War and Construction Committee from turning into a wild horse, to liberate all the suffering survivors in this wasteland... So That’s why he led us to rise up and resist!”

"The spirit of resistance, the courage not to succumb to fate, and the determination to win... I want to say that this is what should be our medal! Our glory! This is what we should stay here for. Things on this land!"

"The problems of the Weiland people should be solved by the Weiland people themselves. We will not throw all the problems to you and sit here waiting for you to help us solve all the troubles!"

"I swear here, I, Kuruan, declare war on the Southern Army! And all of us who do not succumb to power!"

"We will return to Yongye Port and liberate the oppressed and deceived compatriots there! There are also other oppressed ethnic groups...even if we sacrifice our lives for this!"

"We will fight side by side with you!"

That impassioned voice is no less impressive than the manager’s speech on the television.

The originally indignant crowd also became divided. Some people were still shouting, while others cheered him and even applauded him from the bottom of their hearts.

The Velantian Expeditionary Force was established at this time.

An alien once saved them, and now it is their turn to unite and return to their homeland to save all the oppressed people.

It's more than that.

They will also liquidate previous mistakes!

Looking at the impassioned impromptu speech on the TV, Benoit couldn't help but feel faintly moved in his heart.

I didn’t expect that there would be such an outstanding young man at the grassroots level of the Legion.

While this made him happy, he couldn't help but feel discouraged.

Why did such an outstanding young man remain silent on the land of the Legion? Instead, he only started to shine on the land of the Alliance.

Putting aside the interests of the civil service group, this guy did have something that spoke to his heart.

Perhaps His Majesty the Marshal thought so at the beginning...

In the end, they failed him.

"Draw a clear line...this seems to be the only way." Benoit sighed softly in his heart.

Although the ending of fratricide is heartbreaking, there is really no better way from that guy's point of view.

Domini didn't speak, but there was an expression of shame on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

At this time, a representative walked to the front of the crowd and shouted to the arguing crowd.

"If you have had enough trouble, just listen to what I have to say. If you really hate the Legion, then sign up to join the army! If you just want to use the right excuse to massacre your neighbors, then I will give you back. Go to your hometown and have fun behind closed doors."

"In addition, I will make a new proposal to the Congress! Those who join the army to defend the Alliance and those who fight for our ideals will have priority in obtaining Alliance ID cards!"

"This is the fairest way!"

The live broadcast of the protesters continues, but the next part seems to have nothing to do with the Valantians.

Bennot picked up the remote control and changed the channel.

At this moment, his adjutant Quick walked in from the door.

Seeing the guy's expressionless face, Benoit subconsciously sat up straight, with a fearful expression on his face.

That guy is from the Imperial Guard, and he is also the only person he fears in the entire embassy.

In the Triumph City, the Praetorian Guards usually played the role of the marshal's spokesperson.

And outside the Triumph City, they have mastered special communication channels and are the incarnations of marshals.

In most cases they will not interfere with the decisions of those below.

When they come forward, it is often when they think it is critical.

Domini wisely left his seat, closed the curtains for the two of them, and then left the study.

Looking at Quick sitting across from him, Benoit asked eagerly without waiting for him to speak.

"Does our marshal have any instructions?"

Quick shook his head.

"No."

A trace of disappointment appeared on Benoit's face, and he leaned his shoulders on the sofa.

"Then what are you doing?"

Quick looked at Benoit calmly, but suddenly said something that the latter did not expect.

"Some things have happened in Triumph City recently."

Bennot was stunned for a moment.

"What happened?"

Things happen every day in Triumph City, and it is impossible for him to know everything in detail.

Especially recently, the affairs of the Adhesive Community and the Southern Army have been enough to make him anxious, and he has no time to care about what is happening at the rear.

Quick glanced at the clock on the wall and continued in a normal tone.

"Some time ago... probably at the beginning of this war, the Southern Legion sent the traitors they considered to be traitors to Triumph City."

"Pangolin, right? I know that young man..." Benoit nodded and looked at Quick with even more confusion, "But I remember that this matter should be over, right?"

It was his idea to instruct Pangolin to secretly meet with Abseik, persuade him to kill Janush and draw a clear line between the Heavenly King Army and the Southern Army. This was also a response to the Southern Army's plot to seize West Sails Port.

This plan directly led to the birth of Borneo.

As for the Southern Legion becoming angry and supporting puppets to invade brazenly, that is another matter.

Benoit still remembers that Gulion put Pangolin in jail, and brought a court from Yongye Port to label the guy as a traitor and kill him.

In order to fish out the pangolin, he used many connections in the civil service group.

But in the end, the guy got his own way and impressed everyone in the court with his speech in court.

Later, the judge presiding over the case naturally announced that the case would be transferred to Triumph City for trial.

When we arrived at Triumph City, the so-called trial was basically just a formality.

That place is considered the territory of the civil service group, and the Southern Army's hands cannot reach there yet.

For a small person, he who escaped was considered to have landed ashore.

Looking at Benoit who looked confused, Quick nodded and spoke at a gentle pace.

"The case was indeed over. The trial judge acquitted him in court and granted him citizenship of Triumph City as compensation for the injustice he had suffered."

Bennot asked even more confusedly.

"Then what did you mention him for?"

Quick continued.

"Because many things happened after that, he did not settle down. Instead, he has been running for the survivors of Xifan Harbor who supported him and investigating the truth of the Xifan Harbor tragedy."

Bennot’s expression couldn’t help but be moved.

The tragedy at Saifan Port has always been a lingering haze in his heart.

Although he was not the one who caused this tragedy, the more than 3,000 Wilante people who died were indeed inseparable from him.

It was precisely because of the wrong decisions of the civilian clique that the Southern Army was given an opportunity to exploit the situation, causing more than 3,000 innocent compatriots to be involved in political struggles and become innocent victims.

It's not that he hasn't thought about investigating the truth of this matter, but after all, more than half a year has passed since this matter. The truth is actually not important anymore, and even if the truth is investigated, nothing will be changed... At least in his opinion Come so.

What he didn't expect was that the pangolin had been investigating the matter.

Looking at the moved Captain Benoit, Quick suddenly smiled rarely.

"It's surprising, isn't it? It's time for the Velant people to need aliens to save them again."

"No... what surprises me is not this," Benoit smiled bitterly after recovering, "but I don't understand why a smart and capable person like him would do such a meaningless thing. Things."

Quick: "Pointless?"

Bennot nodded silently.

"Let's be realistic. It's not difficult to investigate the truth, but even if we find out the truth, nothing will change. You and I are both members of the Legion. You know what I mean in your heart. You are not lying to yourself. In any sense."

"Yes, but some people don't think so." Quick lit a cigarette, took a puff alone, and moved to the ashtray to light it. "He gave a total of 51 speeches, sometimes On the streets, sometimes in courthouses, sometimes in pubs, and in our landmark buildings..."

"At first there were not many people who listened to his speech, only those who sympathized with him and the people of Willant who followed him from Westsail to Triumphal City... But as he became more and more skilled at this work , his speeches are becoming more and more popular, and more and more people are listening to his speeches, including not only the fishermen fishing in the Arctic Circle, but also the Wilantes in the New World."

Legion officers are not good at speaking.

Civil officials are not good at it either.

In the entire legion system, communication is not a skill that superiors must master, because in most cases information is conveyed in the form of orders.

It was precisely because of this that when he expressed their feelings on behalf of the people of Valant, there was no one who could stand in front of him as an opponent.

And it was not easy to hold him down or cover his mouth.

In terms of combat prowess, this guy's experience is legendary, and there are even rumors that he once defeated a Mother Deathclaw in a duel... That's what McClun said.

More than that, more and more Valantians regard him as an idol and unite around him.

In a Legion colony, the local guards might be able to shoot to suppress it.

However, in a place like Triumph City, if you just pick up a stone and throw it out, you might hit a few captains or their fathers, and no one would dare to point a gun at them.

What's more, the rights exercised by those who gathered were recognized by the laws of the Triumph City.

In this regard, the Praetorian Guards, who adhere to ancient principles, are also their allies.

As long as he is in Triumph City, no one can stop him.

Bennot pinched his eyebrows and said tiredly.

"What does he want to do? Is he leading the people from Triumph City to rebel?"

Quick shook his head slightly.

"If that's the case, it's impossible for him to convince the survivors of Triumph City to side with him. You should know that."

Bennot sighed.

"Then what did he say?"

Quick said.

"He wants to see the marshal."

Bennot was stunned for a moment and looked at him blankly. He paused for a long time before coming back to his senses.

"Meet...Marshal?"

Is it possible to see the marshal whenever he wants?

That adult has not shown up for a long time.

The reason for making such a big fuss is just for this reason...

Wait!

Bennot suddenly thought of a rumor.

It is said that a long time ago, Marshal Julius said this when he last appeared——

"...I hope this is the last time I appear in front of you. You don't have to ask my opinion on everything. In that case, our war will never end, and sooner or later I will grow old."

"When the sun sets, I plan to rest for a while. Don't disturb me unless it is absolutely necessary...for example, the whole city is calling me."

Later, Marshal Julius never appeared in public again, but retreated from the glamorous stage behind the scenes.

He gave opportunities to young people.

In order to live up to his expectations and not to disappoint him, his loyal subordinates built the Triumph City under his feet into a huge settlement and laid a vast territory outside the Triumph City.

Today, the Weiland people already have countless wealth. Although Triumph City is not as prosperous as Ideal City, they have far more than just a settlement in Triumph City.

If the size of the entire legion is included, the wealth of the ten ideal cities cannot keep up with the total amount owned by the Weilant people. Every Weilant person is extremely proud of the miracles they have created.

Today’s Weirant people should no longer call his name like a child in need of care...

Bennot's Adam's apple moved, and his breathing suddenly stagnated.

Really not?

Thinking of the survivors in Xifan Port, he suddenly lost his confidence.

Even for a moment, even he felt the same feeling in his heart.

Quick, who was sitting opposite him, spoke his innermost thoughts in a very soft voice.

"...The whole city was calling his name."

"This is what is happening in Triumph City right now."