This Game is Too Real Chapter 711

  Chapter 711 There is no war on the front line today

  The eastern suburb of the City of Thousand Pillars.

   A series of winding trenches were carved on the position like twisted centipedes, cutting the land in half abruptly.

  The soldier wearing the steel helmet stood nervously in the trench, holding the rifle tightly in both hands, leaning forward, staring at the wilderness ahead with his eyes narrowed.

  Although it was a rare sunny day in the rainy season, an invisible black cloud weighed on everyone's head, whether it was the soldiers in the trenches or the fish in the Yongliu River, they were all overwhelmed.

  Inside the forward observation post.

   General Arayan stared at the distant **** with his brows furrowed.

  There are deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, the dark bags under his eyes are slightly swollen, his pupils are cloudy like water in a river that flows forever, and there are a few strands of silver hidden in his temples. That haggard face seemed to have aged a dozen years overnight, completely different from the high-spirited look a week ago.

  The same goes for Gopal who was standing next to him. He looked like he hadn't slept well, and he, who was always the most thoughtful, seemed taciturn at the moment.

  A whole team of 10,000 people was captured by the establishment...

  This kind of thing has never happened since the birth of a dynasty in Borneo!

   This is not only a shame for a few of their officers, but also a shame for the entire Gray Wolf Army—and even all the wolf clansmen!

   What is even more worrying is the more than 10,000 captured werewolf warriors.

   They were captured by the most ferocious thugs in King Galleon Port, a group of slaves who were tortured to the point of being twisted both physically and mentally.

  God knows how badly the pride of the werewolves will be humiliated if they fall into their hands.

  However, even if they were worried about what happened to those boys, they were temporarily unable to care about those poor guys.

At the same time that the news of the defeat on the front line reached the capital, His Majesty who was far away in the capital quickly sent a telegram, asking them to retreat 100 kilometers to defend around the City of Thousand Pillars, and to stop all attacks on the alliance. action.

The City of Thousand Pillars is the holy city of the Xilan Empire, and it is also the holy place in the minds of all Borneo survivors. The iron chains wrapped around the totem poles symbolize the blessings to this land. Every year, there will be a large number of Believers go here to worship to pray for inner peace and tranquility.

  Once the alliance wins here, not only will the royal family of the Xilan Empire be disgraced, but the stability of the entire province will be seriously affected.

  The thugs who burned, killed and looted in the name of doomsday will sweep across the entire Borneo province.

  In any case, this settlement must not fall into the hands of the Alliance!

  General Aryan is ready for a decisive battle to the death.

   At this time, his adjutant trotted in from the trench behind, panting heavily and gave a military salute.

   "Report! The buildings in the combat area have been emptied, and there is no bunker or field on the entire front! I assure you, apart from our people, let alone survivors, even a mouse cannot be seen!"

  Alayan nodded, and didn't ask where the survivors who got in the way were sent, but continued to raise the binoculars in his hand and stare at the east.

  It was silent there, except for a few abandoned houses, there was also no trace of human smoke.

   Staff officer Gopal standing next to him finally spoke.

   "The Coalition abided by the ceasefire agreement... It seems that they still don't want to make things too big after all."

  His voice was tinged with gratitude.

  However, almost as soon as his words fell, a faint shadow of dust appeared in the distant wilderness.

  The moment they saw the dust shadow, all the officers in the observation post were taken aback for a moment, and Alayan, who came to his senses first, roared loudly.

"Ready to fight!"

  At the same time as the roar fell, a piercing alarm sounded instantly on the trenches tens of kilometers wide.

  The machine gunner squatting on the machine gun bunker hurriedly loaded the ammunition belt, and the gunner hurriedly turned the winch, almost grinding the winch out of sparks with a jingle.

  Soldiers with rifles came out of the explosion-proof bunkers, their chests firmly pressed against the edge of the trench, and their terrified eyes looked out together with the rifles in their hands.

   A pair of shining bayonets flashed dazzlingly under the scorching sun.

  Everyone was nervously staring at the dust shadow that was getting closer, waiting for the order to fire, and silently praying in their hearts that the order would never come.

  Most people here have experienced the great escape by the Yongliu River. Tens of thousands of people were chased by two hundred people, and some even jumped into the river.

  The memory of fear is deeply rooted in the hearts of every wolf soldier.

   No one wants to relive the horror of that day...

  Alaiyan's face was as heavy as water, and he didn't say a word, as if he was thinking about something. Gopal, who was standing aside, was sweating profusely, and his hand holding the telescope was shaking.

  This is the front line—

   He swallowed and said nervously.

   "General, if the alliance brazenly tore up the ceasefire agreement, this is the front line, and we should at least step back—"

   In fact, they tore up.

  Before the official ceasefire agreement is signed, the soldiers of the alliance are not allowed to step out of Jin Gallon Port. The only thing that needs to be determined now is whether the person is a member of the alliance or a group of puppet troops composed of rebels and thugs.

"hold on."

  Alayan interrupted him, staring straight ahead.

  The shadow of dust is finally approaching.

  An armored off-road vehicle painted in a desert color caught the eyes of the officers and stopped about one kilometer away from the trench.

   Some sharp-eyed soldiers at the front can even see with the naked eye, and the palms holding the rifles can't help but sweat.

   While everyone was waiting with bated breath, the car door was pushed open, and a soldier wearing an exoskeleton jumped out of the car.

  He was carrying a flagpole on his shoulders, which was three people tall when unfolded. On the flag on a blue background was a bunch of golden strips with distinct roots, and the upper left corner was the emblem of the alliance.

   All the officers were stunned when they saw this, not knowing what he was going to do. The soldiers in the trenches felt a sinking heart, and despair was about to emerge.

  Do not doubt—

   That exoskeleton is the Alliance!

   They didn't even change into casual clothes…

  Following the wind blowing along the Yongliu River, the flag fluttered. [Zero Chong] unbuttoned the visor and eyepiece of the helmet to let the air in, but he was almost exhausted by the smoke.

   Smiling awkwardly towards the silent and serious trench in the distance, he closed the mask again, and then heavily inserted the three-person-high flagpole into the soil under his feet.

   Driven by the exoskeleton, the flagpole was poked into the soil as deep as a person, not only by the Yongliu River, but also in the hearts of a group of werewolf soldiers.

  The soldiers and officers in the trenches in the distance watched helplessly, but no one fired, and swallowed the humiliation silently.

  An imperial soldier gritted his teeth and wanted to aim, but the commander on the side reached out and held the barrel of the gun, shaking his head to stop him.

   Gopal in the observation post swallowed again, smiled embarrassingly, and said calmly.

   "They're pretty restrained..."

  Alayan didn't speak, neither did the adjutant behind him. He laughed dryly again, consciously bored, and returned his attention to the telescope in his hand.

  The soldier who finished planting the flag returned to the car, and then an iron chain seemed to be dropped from the back of the car, and a plow-like thing was tied to the iron chain.

  The off-road vehicle restarted, turned a corner on the spot, and galloped away in a direction parallel to the trench, with its back facing the Yongliu River.

  The huge tires threw up billowing dust, and the tight iron chains made clanking noises, plowing a ravine that was not too deep or shallow on the ground.

  At this moment, the officers standing in the observation post finally understood what they meant, and anger climbed up every face.

  The flagpole is inserted at the position of the ceasefire line!

   Facing the 300,000 troops of the empire, they only sent one flagpole!

   This is Chi Guoguo's provocation!

   It is a provocation to the Gray Wolf Army and even the entire empire!

"These bastards!" The adjutant standing behind Alayan yelled, wishing he could rush up and shoot the car in the rear, then looked at General Alayan and said sincerely, "General! Order it! They tore up the agreement first !"

  Alayan did not speak, but the staff officer Gopal who was standing aside was startled when he heard the words, and hurriedly spoke out to dissuade him.

   "The ceasefire agreement has not yet been signed, and ordering those bandits to stay in the inhabited area is only a unilateral request of His Majesty... They really have no obligation to abide by the agreement that has not been signed. It is inaccurate to say that they have broken the agreement."

   "Should we just watch as these guys sneak back under our noses?!" The adjutant clenched his fists angrily, "Don't tell what the soldiers think, how can we explain to His Majesty?!"

"This is exactly what His Majesty meant..." Gopal coughed lightly, and hurriedly said in a low voice, "Do you still remember the edict of the ceasefire? The important content is written in the title, and the content is actually secondary of…"

  Alayan nodded silently, still did not speak, but silently put down the binoculars, and left the observation post on the front line past the astonished adjutant.

  Gopal is quite right.

   What a loyal courtier should be most sympathetic to is His Majesty's painstaking efforts. As for ability, it is not the most important quality.

If he really insisted on ordering the fire, even if 300,000 troops rushed out and crushed King Gallon Port into pieces, even if he finally won a proud victory, he would not end well, at most three to five Every year, the weeds on the grave can rise several feet.

And if you listen carefully to every word of His Majesty, even if you fight the most stupid battle, you will at most be reprimanded for a few sentences, and then you will be slobbered by the people of Tiandu. Put it down gently, and you won't really suffer any punishment.

  Sharing some infamy for the royal family, isn't that what a courtier should do?

  Looking at the lonely figure who turned and walked back to the trench, Gopal felt a little uncomfortable on his face, although he was relieved in his heart.

   Sighing softly, he reached out and patted the shoulder of the wide-eyed adjutant, and also passed by the latter, following the general who was returning to the frontline headquarters.

   Today, the Yongliu River is calm and there is no war on the Eastern Front.

Later, an edict was issued, saying that there was a gentle breeze on the outskirts of the city of Thousand Pillars, and occasionally alliance armor broke in brazenly. They wanted to cross the ceasefire line and sneak attack, but saw that General Alayyan's defense line was impregnable, and there was no chance to take advantage of it, so he threw down the military flag. Fleeing.

  The photo of the fleeing was printed on the poster.

  The billowing dust raised by the wheels looked really hasty, and it could be regarded as rehabilitating the disgraced General Alayyan and restoring some of his reputation.

  In the middle of the night, the off-road vehicle finally fled along the coastline and returned to King Gallon Port belatedly.

  Looking at the faint lights in the distance, [Erliang Moonlight] sitting in the driver's seat yawned long and murmured while moving his slightly sore arms.

   "MMP! Why is it that we do this kind of thing every time, with a lot of money and little money?"

   Sitting in the co-pilot seat and hanging up the phone, [Mountain and River Dreaming] did not speak, but subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror, hoping that a certain "true freshman" would reflect on himself.

  However, perhaps because [Version First Born] was sitting next to him, Ling Chong obviously didn't realize that the "true first born" was himself.

   Obviously misunderstood the meaning of the captain's eyes, he straightened up from the seat, and said happily.

   "I've been running around for a day, can I find someone to press when I get back?"

   Shanhe coughed.

   "Don't enter the fellow's house again."

   Ling Chong smiled and squeezed his eyebrows.

   "Who is so bored to come into the fellow's house? I mean, there is a jio laundry service in the north of the city."

  The [Version Firstborn] who just woke up was stunned for a moment, just in time to hear the second half of the sentence, and subconsciously blurted it out.

   "Fuck, who did it?"

   Ling Chong laughed.

   "It doesn't matter which talent he is, he is probably a professional player in life... Don't worry, Blue Gopher is not lying to Blue Gopher, it must be legitimate! The locals are not legitimate!"

  Since the battle report was posted on the forum last time, a lot of players have come to Jin Gallon Port recently to join in the fun, mainly those who are active in the Silver Moon Bay area. They not only brought money and goods, but also some industries there.

  Currently, there is a lot of waste in Jin Gallon Port, and there are business opportunities everywhere.

  Even if you can add an extra coat to the wardrobes of the residents of Dawn City and put an extra pair of shoes on the shoe cabinets, in reality, it would be a huge sum of money to buy a suite.

  Therefore, professional players from all walks of life also showed their own talents. Whether it was to earn money from the locals or from the garrisons, they thought of almost all the ways they could think of.

  Of course, the industries run by the players are relatively formal. After all, the circle of beta test players is too small, and people will beep on the forum for any trivial matter, and it is still not good to be seen by the dog planner.

   "Forget it."

The   version freshman yawned boredly, changed his posture, and closed his eyes again as if he had a kidney deficiency, "I'd better go back and continue to be informal."

  Moonlight: "??"

  Zero Chong: "???"

  Mountain and River: "..."

   MMP!

  How on earth did he get these top prizes!

  Although the formal ceasefire agreement has not yet been signed, due to the restraint of the warring parties, the temporary ceasefire agreement has come into effect in the tacit understanding of the two parties.

  The players stationed in Jin Gallon Port drew a territory with a total area of ​​about 10,000 square kilometers based on the data of the drone survey and mapping, using the port as the fulcrum.

  Compared to the buffer zone proposed by the Xilan Empire, the announcement drafted by the players is much more straightforward.

  They first announced the establishment of the Z government in the King Gallon Port area, and then claimed actual control of the area in the name of King Galleon Port.

  Currently, the police chief of King Gallen Port is served by Chief Bihari, and the chief of the security bureau of the port area and Tulip Street is replaced by the former duty chief Mandal.

Except that the president of the former settlement court was dismissed because he refused to work for the new authority, and was replaced by a citizen who used to serve as a trial clerk in the port district court, the rest included customs, taxation, education, transportation, fire protection, etc. There is no change in the positions of various administrative departments in the country.

  In addition, a Civil Defense Office has been specially set up in King Gallen Port.

  The original First Avengers Corps was officially renamed the Militia Corps, which was under the command of the Civil Defense Office, but the wartime command was held by the Alliance troops stationed at the port.

  The former head of the regiment, Lacy, was promoted to the director of the civil defense office, in charge of strategic scheduling and logistics, and no longer directly commanded front-line combat troops and participated in front-line battles.

  Although this guy is a talent, both in terms of instigation and execution, he is far beyond other freed slaves, but being too impulsive is also a problem that cannot be ignored.

  Therefore, after discussions among the players in the forum, they finally decided to move him a little farther from the front line and transfer him to the back to sit in the office.

   In this way, he can cultivate his military literacy, which may be used in the future, and secondly, to prevent this guy from engaging in small actions, such as shooting randomly at the front line.

   In this regard, as a series of personnel appointments were arranged, the framework of a temporary Z government was set up hastily.

   Players who are good at making things happen even designed a new currency for this nascent regional regime—the gallon, and the exchange rate between the gallon and the silver coin is tentatively set at 10:1.

   That is, 1 silver coin equals 10 gallons.

The reason for doing this is mainly because the Xilan Empire has closed the market to the Golden Gallon Port, and the local purchasing power of the Xilan Coin continues to depreciate, and it is not like the French Fry Port that belongs to the territory of the alliance. It is still inconvenient for players to transfer It directly accesses the affiliate's marketplace.

   After all, if it is really done like that, it is tantamount to forcibly pulling a settlement of one million people into the "customs union", and it is hard to say who will benefit in the end.

   In contrast, getting an intermediate currency is a good choice.

   In this way, Golden Gallon Port can formulate a loose or tightened monetary policy according to its own economic needs, and the inflation caused by excessive currency issuance will not impact the alliance's market.

  As for the original Xilan coins, they can still circulate freely in the settlements, or the survivors can smuggle the materials needed for the port from other parts of Borneo province according to their own ability.

  However, some imported items including food and production tools that are "valued by silver coins" shipped from the alliance need to be purchased with gallon coins issued by the Golden Gallon Port Authority.

  At the same time, all financial expenditures in the settlement in the Golden Gallon Port, whether it is personnel salary expenses or goods purchases, will gradually be settled from "foreign currency (Xilan currency to self-issued gallon currency payment.

   While the regional tax rate remains unchanged, it will also be replaced with the new legal currency according to the change of the settlement currency.

  As for the right to issue currency, of course it is held by the authorities of the Golden Galleon Port, and the issuer is the Hong Kong Bank of the Golden Galleon Port.

  In addition to the vacant position of the city lord, the entire settlement has basically returned to the track of order from defense to public security.

  The current inhabited area temporarily implements the laws of the alliance.

When the time is right, the "Baiyue shareholders" will consider calling representatives from various industries and social strata in the area to set up a representative meeting similar to Shuguang City, and formulate a "basic law" that is suitable for the local actual situation based on the "fundamental law" of the alliance. common law".

   But to be honest, although the order in Jin Gallon Port has returned to the normal track, the efficiency of this huge machine is still painfully slow.

  Although the former governor of Nihak was a "good bargainer", he was definitely a layman in regional governance.

  This can be seen from the slums that spread out to the edge of the Governor's Mansion. The entire settlement of millions of people doesn't even have a plan.

  The guy would rather put up with the stench so close at hand than take a sum of money from the coffers to fix the gutters in the slums.

Not only that, except for the organizational structure of the customs and taxation departments in the entire Jin Gallon Port, there are still some remarkable points. clear…

  Port area, former Governor's Office.

  Looking at the chief of the fire station who was standing in front of the desk with a submissive face, Chief Fang couldn't help but tap the ledger on the table with his knuckles and asked.

   "Where's the money? I wonder where the money went?"

  The man was startled, afraid that this guy would pull out a gun and put it on his head, so he said cautiously.

   "My lord... the money, isn't it all in your hands?"

  He had heard it a long time ago.

  The first thing the iron men do after landing is to control the Security Bureau, and then the big bank on Tulip Street.

  The 500 million dinars that His Majesty kept there all went into the pockets of these people, and the more than 100 billion Xilan coins became war compensation.

  Fang Chang rolled his eyes, restrained his temper and continued.

"I asked you before! It is clearly written in the account book. The Governor's Mansion allocates 30 million Xilan coins to you every year for the firefighting of King Gallon Harbor. You spend all of this budget every year, but I Why don't you ask how many fire stations there are in the entire settlement, and how many firefighters don't even know!"

"My lord, the money is mainly dispatched by Governor Nihak. I really haven't seen it before!" The man was crying in a hurry, and kept wiping the sweat from his forehead. "As for the fire fighting ...It is mainly the survivor groups in each urban area who are responsible for it, we don't have money, so we can't turn into a fire brigade.”

  Of course he also took a little bit, but it was far less than that of Governor Nihak. The comparison between the two is not an order of magnitude at all.

  Fang Chang stared, although he had expected it, he still couldn't help asking.

   "What the **** is being responsible for yourself?!"

   Not daring to meet the adult's eyes, the man's eyes wandered to one side, and he stammered and whispered.

"Each community has its own organization... In the more remote suburbs, the elders of the same clan arrange a few young men to prevent disasters. In the neighborhood where multiple ethnic groups live together, it is usually a partnership of a few strong guys. Collect fire money, and they will go wherever there is a fire."

  Fang Chang stared at him blankly.

   "...What about Tulip Street?"

  The man said with a bitter face: "The owners of those houses have their own servants, and there are people watching the yard every day. How can it be possible to let the fire start?"

   Good guy!

  The autonomy rate is too high? !

  Fang Chang was shocked.

  Under normal circumstances, the property fee and service of a community should be directly proportional, but it was completely reversed during the time of Governor Nihak.

There are a lot of tax items in the ledger, and the firefighting expenses are also recorded in detail in the ledger. However, the specific responsible unit cannot operate because of lack of money, so it can only delegate power and responsibility to a lower level, so that the local survivors need their own Form civil society associations to keep basic utilities running and spend money on the same thing again.

In a sense, Governor Nihak who can collect this tax is a talent, and the survivors of this settlement are also talents. The excellent regional matching mechanism in the wasteland perfectly matches them in the together.

If Master Sid is allowed to lead these guys, he will just get out all the ABCDEF coins, and the managers will just fill the drawer of the Governor of Malvern with white notes. The league has played back and forth.

   It's not impossible, the locals who pin their hopes on the afterlife are like meek lambs, no wonder the Willanters consider them friends.

  Didn't kill these guys severely, Fang Chang felt that his moral standards had improved a bit because of Miss Dolly.

  Before the change, he would definitely make full use of the rules of the game to squeeze them dry. As for what the people here will do in the future, it is none of his business.

  Seeing the adult's eyes flickering, the man felt faintly afraid, swallowed unconsciously, and said cautiously.

   "Actually... ghettos rarely burn, you don't have to worry about those guys too much."

   Paused, he tentatively continued.

"I've lived here for so many years, but I haven't seen many fires, and I haven't heard of anyone being burned to death. Besides, they usually don't use fire to eat, and they don't use hot water very much. As for the citizens, they I can live quite well without us, and it's actually not bad as usual—”

"Then why do I keep you? Anyway, it's the same as before, are you all the same?" Unceremoniously choking back the guy's words, Fang Chang threw the ledger on the his chest.

  Looking at the man who hurriedly took over the account book, he got up and left the seat, reached out and grabbed the guy by the collar, staring at those dodging eyes and said every word.

   "In three days, I want to see a complete list!"

"There needs to be the actual person in charge of the fire protection issues in each street. I need you to implement each street for me, including the area they are actually in charge of. Even if the area has been demolished, find them for me! Remember! , don't expect to find a few random people to make up the numbers, we have our own informants at the grassroots level, we are not blind!”

  The man was sweating anxiously, with an expression of about to cry.

   "But, my lord... I don't have any manpower, the money is in the hands of Governor Nihak, and there are only ten people in our entire department."

  He even counted his youngest son who was underage, otherwise the whole department wouldn't even be able to get ten people.

   "Then go recruit people! Recruit another 20 people! Remember, these 20 people are not allowed to recruit people from the same clan as you! Not even one!"

"Yes Yes-!"

  Looking at the guy scrambling and running out of the office, Fang Chang exhaled the stale air in his chest, picked up the cup on the table and took a sip of tea.

   These guys.

  If it weren't for the fact that other people were worse, there was no way to pick a tall guy out of a bunch of short guys, so he had to pick the skilled ones first, and he even wanted to cut them all off!

  Picking up the roster on the table, Fang Chang took a deep breath and roared out of the office.

   "Next! Sewer manager... Prasd! Do you really want to keep the **** in the cesspit to generate electricity! If you don't clean it up, I'll let you go swimming! Come in!"

  The hoarse voice was like a judge urging his life.

  When everyone in the long line in the corridor outside the office heard this, their bodies all trembled in unison, fearing that they were calling themselves.

   But what should come will come after all.

   "Yes, yes! My lord! I swim!"

  The man whose name was called turned pale. Under the watchful eyes of two militiamen with rifles, he tremblingly walked out of the line and entered the office door as if rushing to the execution ground.

  The hoarse roar soon came again, and all the officers standing at the door shrunk their necks and closed their eyes, as if the saliva had pierced themselves.

  Because the question is pretty much the same—

   They seem to have met what will happen next.

  The two militiamen standing in the corridor with LD-47 on their shoulders couldn't help but yawned, their eyes wandering aimlessly over everyone.

  The officer didn't say what to do, so he called the two of them to come over with the guy who was working, and then they came, but there was no more content, only a group of officials appointed by the former governor shrank and shivered.

   It's almost time for dinner.

  I heard that I don't eat beans or soil for dinner today, and I eat something called corn instead. It is said that it was transported from Yinyue Bay by a large cargo ship.

   That is an imported product that cannot be bought with Xilan coins, and only gentlemen can afford it. The two of them were already hungry, and their stomachs growled, and they couldn't help but muttered in their hearts.

   When did you start shooting...

   Back home, brothers, I'm afraid that the schedule will be messed up again...

  (end of this chapter)

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