Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

The tricycle with the horn returned to the camp outside the slum under the attention of the residents, and then returned to the slum with the stove, cooking pot, and vermicelli.

Provided a full-fledged dinner with only two copper coins. When the volunteers rushed to close the stall before dark, they all smiled and told the local residents who were concerned about the whereabouts of the Innatrix: "We will not leave Yes, it will come tomorrow. Vermicelli will still be sold, and radio dramas will continue to be played.”

The residents cheered, more joyously than at the winter festival.

When the night darkened and there were no sparks to be seen in the slums that were half the size of Dutata City, groups of furtive figures slipped out of the city and rushed into the deep alleys in the slums.

During the day, when the volunteers and contract workers worked diligently to win the trust and recognition of the slum residents, the shift led a group of cadres to "invite" more than 600 local gangsters to the slum in half a day. Drink tea in the camp.

This kind of unscrupulous behavior of plucking the wool of local gangs was finally exposed after the sky darkened and local gangs of all sizes began to gather...

Underground gangs have their own territories, and most of the gang members are not disciplined and organized. It is very common for a certain person or a few people to suddenly appear after a few days of absence.

It is also very common that a small gang, or a small group within a gang, finds unexpected money and eats alone, then disappears for a while and then suddenly reappears, waving coins and drinking.

In other words, if the class was a little less ruthless, such as stopping after a few votes, maybe it wouldn't be discovered so soon...

The total number of full-time gang members who can be supported by the oil and water scraped by the poor inside and outside the city is only about [-]!

The leaders of the major gangs gathered their manpower at night, and the number of members present dropped by [-]%, so they were very confused at that time.

And it wasn't until the night when the major gangs held a big gathering that the little bosses and gangsters at the bottom knew that the people coming from outside the city were not business groups, but the siege troops from Inadeli...

The gangsters, and the little leaders who lead these gangsters to show off on the street, can't expect to have much education level, and of course they can't have the habit of reading newspapers.

Although the story of a viscount in the city being provoked by a viscount from Inadoli has long been spread in the city, but in the cognition of the gang members at the bottom, it is only regarded as an infighting among the nobles Look at it—many of them have received a small amount of money before to search for the viscount in the southern city for the viscount.

The big leaders of the gang knew from the butler sent by the nobles early in the morning that the Innadili people outside the city were not good, and they even took over the business of helping the nobles share their worries, but they never expected that there would be only one During the daytime, my little brother, Ma Zai, has been sucked up so much by others...

"This group of Inadrians are too careless, you come to fight territorial wars, what are you doing with those of us who are messing around on the streets?!"

The big bosses were very angry, and they gritted their teeth and sent people to take advantage of the night.

As soon as Old York fell asleep, he heard someone outside tapping on the door of his house. The movements were light, but dense and hasty.

Old York stretched his arms out of the reed mat and pushed his younger son to open the door.

When the youngest son got up in a daze to open the door, Old York leaned against the wall and got up, first lifted the mat under himself to cover his daughter who was also woken up, and then reached out to touch the matches placed on the wooden table in front of the window Light the oil lamp.

Old York was not married. His two sons and one daughter were all brought back from the garbage dump under the South City Gate. The healthy elder son went to the countryside to do odd jobs after autumn. by his side.

The dumb daughter who has been suffering since she was a child is black and thin, not beautiful, but after all, she has grown to the age where she can marry, and Old York has already found a marriage partner for her. During the time when the healthy eldest son was not at home , Old York had to take care of his daughter.

Old York lit up the oil lamp that he was usually reluctant to light, and the person who knocked on the door had already entered the wooden house he had built when he was young.

Seeing the person coming, Old York suddenly felt unhappy.

This man was not an outsider, but the son of a water bearer in the same alley.

The old neighbors in this alley don't like the son of the water bearer very much, and neither does Old York... A few years ago, this brat tried to drag his eldest son into a gang to be a gangster, but the Old York was very angry.

The son of the plumber's family didn't care what the old man with the oil lamp looked at him, so he lowered his voice when he entered the door, and said in a very urgent and urgent tone: "Something has happened, Uncle York, you know the group of people who came outside because of this What are the Nadli people here for? They are here to fight! They are here to attack Dutata City!"

"What are you talking nonsense about?" the impatient youngest son said angrily, "He's not here to fight, don't talk nonsense!"

"Really, don't you believe it, it's all published in the newspaper!" The son of the water bearer said gesticulating, "The old men in the city are saying that this group of Innatrix is ​​like How the Halifax people came to beat us, rob us of our money, and take our people away as slaves and captives!"

"You don't know it yet, but in just one day today, they secretly captured a lot of people! Hundreds of people! They may capture more tomorrow!"

"Otherwise, why do those people give you benefits in vain, just to keep you from guarding against them!"

"The people who live in the city are separated by the city wall. What do we have outside the city? It's dangerous!"

"If you don't believe me, don't regret it then!"

Old York's complexion became more and more ugly under the oil lamp, and his youngest son, who was considered by many people to be ominous because of his harelip, also panicked.

The son of a water bearer is not a professional lobbyist. He said what he had to say according to the gang boss's request and hurried away to knock on the door of an old neighbor's house.

Like this kind of gang members from the slums who specialize in looking for acquaintances to "warn" there are many, many--if young people who grew up in the slums are not willing to be trapped in the slums for a lifetime like their ancestors, the path they can choose is really not much.

There are many people who wake up restless and sleepless like Old York.

After dawn, Old York, who got up early as usual, opened the door and couldn't help but cast his gaze to the south.

The huts in the slums are very low. Looking from the direction of Old York’s house, you can vaguely see the top of the tall tents in the Inadilien camp. Due to the distance, there is only a small white sharp corner.

Old York thought of those friendly women who had pulled their tricycles into the depths of the alley to sell vermicelli yesterday, and it was really hard to connect them with the random arrest described by the water bearer's son.

He has been a leather craftsman for many years. When he was healthy a few years ago, he was occasionally invited to the city to do work, repair blowers for blacksmiths, or repair expensive leather goods for some citizens.

It is also because of the experience of providing door-to-door service in the city. Old York knows very well how the people in the city see them outside the city-even though they are only separated by the city wall, in the eyes of the people in the city, the slums seem terrible. The hell on earth, the terrifying hell on earth; the people in the slums also seem to be all heinous and heinous, and if they get closer, they will make the city residents feel uncomfortable, and they will walk away quickly, frowning and covering their noses.

When the carriage passed by the road in the middle of the slums, those ladies sitting in the carriage looked outside secretly, with curious and fearful eyes, which once made the young old York's self-esteem seem to be run over by the wheels.

But those Inadrians didn't hate them so much.

Only three or five of them walked into the depths of the alley with a tricycle full of goods. They would chat and laugh with the residents in a friendly manner, chat with the residents naturally, and ask about the age of the children as if they were acquaintances. name……

It was really hard for Old York to believe that such friendliness was faked—it was just that the son of a water bearer who went to the city to work as a gangster would look at the old neighbors with disgust and arrogance, but those Inadrians did not do it!

Old York stood at the door of the house dazedly.

Suddenly, he heard noisy voices coming from the other side of the alley.

Old York turned his head away and saw the water bearer's son walking out with a big load, while the water bearer's wife hugged the load tightly and scolded her son loudly.

The son of the water bearer yelled impatiently that the Innadali would soon come in and rob everyone, let his mother let go, and let him take the valuables of the family to the city for safekeeping; his mother died If you don't believe me, you just scold your son and don't even let go of the only valuables left at home.

Old York's anger immediately rose, and he surrounded him with his old neighbors who had long been displeased with his son's style of pie, and scolded him to let go of his burden.

The son of a water bearer doesn't even count as a quasi-professional, he just relies on being a street gangster to eat better than the residents and to be stronger.

The wife of the water bearer cried loudly holding the burden she was struggling to keep, and the old neighbors comforted her with concern for a long time.

Old York gave a sound of pooh in the direction where the water bearer's son was leaving, called out his mute daughter, asked her to help the water bearer's family clean up the messed-up house, and turned back to the house by himself.

He is really old, and the little bastard's talk can make him suspicious.

It didn't take long for Innadali to pull a tricycle full of vermicelli into the alley as he said yesterday. Even Old York, who had degenerated five senses, could smell the aroma of food blown by the wind from a distance.

Neighbors were in a hurry to buy vermicelli from their homes with wooden bowls and earthen bowls. Some people who had no scruples and usually didn’t like to use their brains, even asked bluntly if the Inadili who came to sell vermicelli wanted to attack Dutta. Tacheng.

"Hey, don't you guys know?" Mrs. Hank, who came to sell vermicelli in this alley, said with a hearty smile, "We are here to help Lady China Darcy's cousin, Mr. Colson O'Neill As for revenge, so the news hasn’t spread outside yet?”

"Revenge??" Old York, who lined up with his youngest son who was born with a harelip, holding a wooden bowl, said in surprise.

"Yes, this matter has already been in the newspapers. After the death of Mr. Colson O'Neill's father, his uncle, the Viscount O'Neill, was bad. He conspired with the Earl of Ezekiel, and first framed their family and robbed them family’s house, and robbed their family’s farm…”

Mrs. Hank graciously informed the residents of the extremely justifiable reason for declaring war that Inadoli had prepared long ago in a very easy-to-understand way: "—Mr. Colson O'Neill, who was originally from a good family, almost He couldn't even support his own mother, so he had to carry a toolbox and go to the street to repair tires! His mother was the aunt of Lady China Darcy, and Miss China knew that this was not the case. Are you angry, of course I want to help her aunt and cousin get revenge!"

"It turns out to be like this!" Residents who were as disturbed as Old York suddenly realized.

The "excellent tradition" of revenge by blood relatives, any ethnic group that values ​​​​the family will have a high degree of tolerance and acceptance.

The plot of helping one's relatives to get revenge after being wronged is also in line with the simple values ​​of the people of this world.

Volunteers walked from the alley to the end of the alley, and the story of "Coulson O'Neal's Revenge" also spread from the alley to the end of the alley...

When the "morning rush hour" passed, the volunteers told the residents with a smile, "we will come to play the radio drama later, and you can listen to the two radio dramas yesterday." The "rumors" spread by the gang members at night were forgotten, and there were cheers.

Eleven o'clock in the noon time of the foreign world, five o'clock in the afternoon of the earth time.

Unaware that his prestige has already frightened the nobles of Du Tata City into two groups of players, they are still playing their games in a mediocre way.

A group of players who were planning to go to the spider's lair to collect some materials quietly before the evening peak hours of the online game were stopped by "Lord Yang" who was strolling on the street when they passed the crossroads of the town of exile, and they were very pleasantly surprised to accept them. Go to the territory war pre-mission.

In the frontline camp under Du Tata City, Ban and a group of operators are working hard to expand the prisoner camp.

The leather craftsmen who are busy working in the leather workshop are discussing the plots of the two radio dramas that will be rebroadcasted.

The son of the water bearer and a few gangsters ran into the alley, shouting along the road that the Inadrians were about to launch an attack on the city, calling on the residents to protect themselves quickly, and rushed to the small courtyard to tell the men to hurry up. prepare for.

The leather craftsmen in the small courtyard repeatedly promised to make preparations, and when the gangsters left, they continued to discuss the plot in "Legend of Susan".