This Game Is Too Realistic

It's technology.

On the Embassy Street in Dawn City, well-dressed boys and girls are coming and going on the street.

Occasionally, I can see one or two glowing clothes, presumably the holographic suit of Ideal City, and even the color of the hair can be switched freely.

Technology is really good...

Looking out of the window at the Ideal City Hotel, the Duke of Galava suddenly let out a long sigh, and suddenly sighed again.

If the empire's technology is stronger, the People's Federation will leave me with more empire heritage... The people under my leadership will not have to eat dirt. What a crime.

Yesterday, Survivor's Daily in Dawn City reprinted Red Soil, and he naturally saw it, although he only read the reprinted preface - L Biography.

Although the article was mostly smeared deliberately, he had to admit that there were indeed some lazy guys in White Elephant City who couldn't even afford beans.

But where is there no slacker?

Moreover, the Daily Survivor is obviously a newspaper of the alliance, but it wants to report on the slackers thousands of kilometers away, but it turns a blind eye to the slackers in Boulder City who have lost their wives because of alcoholism.

Looking at it this way, the Dawn Garden News, which dares to tell the truth, is more like speaking for the millions of survivors who have suffered in the alliance.

But lip service is actually a trivial matter. Duke Galava didn't care about the slander of Survivor Daily, but he suddenly felt emotional when he saw the red clay.

It would be nice to have the technology to produce nutrient paste.

That thing is said to make inedible things edible, and it sounds very nutritious.

The more Duke Galawa thought about it, the more he felt that General Lowell was indeed not a good guy, and the cost of keeping the survivors of Borneo province alive was too low.

Farming needs to pay taxes, but eating soil does not. The entire link from production to circulation can be completed without the participation of the nobles and the officials appointed by the nobles, and even if he wants to intervene, he can't intervene. unfair.

...If it was a world of ice and snow that year, that guy Rowell didn't get out the red soil, but got some real technology, such as the production of nutrient cream, it wouldn't make my empire so weak.

When he heard Duke Galava's long and short sighs, Niyang still felt a little bit in his heart, but he was relieved after hearing these words.

The guy did read what he wrote, but luckily not much.

There are a thousand Bohr in the minds of a thousand readers, and what Bohr sees is different.

And his duke is still performing steadily as before, and this time he regards technology as the red soil in the ground. I am afraid that he is still thinking about miracles at the moment, burying something in the soil and digging to dig out the technology. .

It's easy to fool this guy, so just do as he wants, bury some legacy of the prosperous era in the soil, and wave a shovel like a gourd, I'm afraid it will make him happy.

Niyang had even thought about how to use the charity money in his heart, but he didn't expect Duke Galava's next words to disappoint him. This guy was actually smart for a while, and he didn't leave professional things to laymen.

I have an appointment with Mr. Liszt, and you can entertain him later, don't neglect the distinguished guests.

Hearing the name Liszt, Ni Yang always felt familiar. After thinking about it for a long time, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen it in an advertisement.

That guy is also considered a legend. He started as a peddler who dumped goods, took advantage of the East Wind of the Bones Rebellion, and became a man of the day in Boulder City, and retreated before the collapse of Boulder City.

There is a saying that he himself is rich and wealthy, and he is the richest man in Dawn City.

However, Ni Yang always felt that it was somewhat far-fetched to say that Liszt was the richest man. The one who attended the hearing was obviously more valued by the alliance.

Of course, this is not a big deal.

Mr. Liszt is... the entrepreneur who produced exoskeletons and batteries?

That's right, Duke Galava said lightly after imitating someone else's style and adding some milk to the black tea. The steel factory owners surnamed Sun, they are basically the richest group of people in the alliance, and it is much easier and more effective to buy them than to buy those shelter residents.

Thinking that this idiot had actually investigated Boulder City, Ni Yang was shocked and asked a question cautiously.

You want him to set up a factory in Bobhara Province?

That's right, I should have done this a long time ago. As a diplomat, I have to do some practical things for the empire. Duke Galava smiled lightly, his eyes shone with agility.

Ni Yang cautiously reminded him.

But we don't have nuclear fusion there, and we don't have as many experts as Camp 101... How can we attract Lister?

It's actually easy to handle, Duke Galava said with a smile. I asked, the alliance didn't have those things at the beginning, and Liszt's factory can also be set up. As for nuclear fusion, it's nothing more than a question of electricity prices. Just waive his electricity price.

If the Liszt factory can be moved to White Elephant City, and thousands of exoskeletons can be built for him, I am afraid that His Majesty will not need to take action, and the private soldiers in his manor can beat the alliance to the ground.

A happy smile appeared on Duke Galava's face, and he wished he could send a telegram to the post office of the Union immediately to share the joy of the moment with His Majesty.

Niyang couldn't keep up with his train of thought, but felt that it was a good thing to make this guy so troublesome, so he nodded.

As ordered.

...

The rainy season is slowly passing by in the sunny and sunny Jin Gallon Port, and today's good weather is as usual.

On the pier surrounded by seagulls, a large and long destroyer docked, and a few tall Union soldiers wearing exoskeletons came down—or players.

In fact, it is okay not to wear it.

But wearing this thing is more eye-catching, and [Ling Chong] just likes to pretend.

Walking in front of a group of teammates, [Mountain and River into a Dream] looked around at the group of animals, and said in a serious voice.

Go to the Lowell camp to sign in later, and someone will take over the mission with us. Remember, don't say it's raining, and don't enter the fellow's house even if it's raining!

When he said the last sentence, Shanhe Lumeng especially glanced at Ling Chong.

The latter scratched his head in embarrassment, and [Erliang Moonlight] and [Version First Born] said energetically respectively.

receive!

oh!

The powder kegs in the southern waters may detonate at any time.

Logically speaking, they should not have come to Gold Gallon Port at this time after they had been transferred back to Baiyue Province to stand by. However, a certain idiot led a group of officers to resign naked. Train some officers to make up for the militia.

The player's tactics are not suitable for NPCs, but the experience on the battlefield is the same.

And after countless times of groping without fear of death, the players of the Burning Corps have honed some tactics to the extreme.

For example, the tactics of multiple artillery groups launching Xu Jin barrage to cover the infantry advancing forward, players of the Burning Corps can even touch the edge of the shrapnel and charge forward, using the 155mm howitzer as their own bayonet.

Another example is airborne combat behind enemy lines, another example is hunting large alien species and so on.

A group of people walked through the bustling Tulip Street and walked in the direction of Rowell's camp.

Pedestrians in the past frequently salute the soldiers of the alliance, and these players wearing exoskeletons are also observing the people on the street.

The first freight railway along the coastline and the first subway running through the entire settlement have been officially opened to traffic in King Gallon Port. Although there are still many old buildings on the street, the slum shacks that were originally piled up in disorder have basically disappeared. It was replaced by union-style low-rent housing with a higher floor area ratio.

There are bicycles and pedestrians in a hurry on the spacious road.

The street lights that originally belonged to Tulip Street also continued to extend along the main roads, and it might not take long for them to be spread all over the city.

Walking on the streets of this settlement feels a bit like Cyber ​​Mumbai, especially the most profitable industries here are cotton weaving and dyeing workshops, which is somewhat similar to Mumbai in the second half of the eighteenth century in reality.

But the area here is much bigger than Mumbai.

In Lingchong's impression, Mumbai seems to be more than 4,000 square kilometers, while King Gallon Port covers a full 10,000 square kilometers including the large undeveloped area on the outskirts.

Another Mumbai is on the west coast of Indy, similar to the location of Saipan Port in Borneo Province, and the Cam Gallon Port is close to the end of the Yongliu River on the east coast.

Of course, the most discordant or disconnected thing is actually the strange oral habit of the locals.

No matter the residents of the lower class or the upper class, there is a smell of alliance in their mouths.

This is like putting two sentences of English in Mandarin. The locals like to put two sentences of player-specific grammar and mood particles in the local dialect.

...What the hell, why do people here like to say hello to each other's mother so much? Ling Chong muttered, wondering if there was something wrong with the map loading program.

Erliang Yueguang glanced at him with a subtle expression, and coughed lightly.

...I think you should reflect on your usual words and deeds.

The first version of the version also nodded, agreeing.

+1, it's unrealistic to expect others to only learn the good and not the bad. If you eat grapes too fast, you will inevitably swallow two bites.

Zero Chong was stunned.

Fuck, can this depend on me?

Erliang Moonlight shook her head.

Tsk tsk, look what I said?

Shanhe Lumeng laughed, and patted Ling Chong on the shoulder.

Relax, it's not a big problem... As long as you don't enter the fellow's house, it's a small problem.

Fuck me, how long are you going to play with this rotten meme!? He grinned angrily, but there was nothing he could do.

But having said that, the evolution of local customs might really have something to do with the players.

In fact, the human language of the player is very different from that of the NPC, which is somewhat similar to the translation accent in another sense.

Except for those who have been playing for a long time, or who have had in-depth communication with NPCs, most players' human language is bulk version.

That is, I learned a few pronunciations from the VM, and I stopped looking at the translator after listening too much and using it too much. On the one hand, Renlian language does have a strong compatibility, otherwise it would not be compatible with the diverse cultures of the old age. On the other hand, the game is realistic enough that people can't help but be addicted to it.

However, being able to use it and using it well are two different things. Even a very small number of bigwigs are good at everyday communication terms, and proper nouns and cultural stalks that cannot be understood can only be understood according to the context.

As for the majority of ordinary players, of course it was because of the convenience.

As long as the key words are used correctly, NPCs can understand even if they use Chinese grammar.

Golden Gallon Port is essentially a settlement where players lead the transformation. A series of advanced local ideas, including equality, are brought by the players from the harmonious society in reality.

Thanks to the benefits brought by modern civilization, the newly emerging citizen class in King Gallen Port and the old aristocrats who follow the trend are also unconsciously moving closer to the iron men of the alliance in terms of customs.

Under the subtle influence, it finally led to the current result.

That is to say, the Ironmen of the Burning Corps polluted the language of the local people by using human-linked languages ​​in bulk.

This situation is the same as Kohane's zhuo.

It is obviously just a modal particle, but it is used as a communication tool by someone who is good at learning.

Uh, rational analysis, what you said is also reasonable, but I don't always say 'fucking', 'fucking'... And why didn't such a thing happen in Dawn City?

Facing the confused eyes of his good brother, Erliang Yueguang said eloquently.

Because the NPCs there mainly worship the manager, they worship you incidentally, such as Xiaoyu is the most typical example... and the players in Dawn City are more extensive, such as Ms. You also put 'what the hell' on your tongue? Is he as civilized as me!

You are civilized with a hammer. Zero Chong rolled his eyes.

Erliang Yueguang said with a hippie smile.

Hey, better than someone, no kid will let you go.

What the hell! @#@%! Ling Chong's nose was almost crooked, and he began to curse.

These dogs.

He accidentally touched his head, and later clarified the misunderstanding. As a result, the rumors became more and more outrageous, and now everyone looked at him with disgust.

Looking at Ling Chong who was in a state of desperation, Shanhe Lumeng sighed.

There are too many irascible old brothers in Jin Gallon Port, it would be great if you could invite Yaya over here.

At this time, the first-born version who was not very talkative suddenly trembled and said.

Let's just say goodbye... If she comes here and thinks it's a dirty place, why not go to the forum and plan a pornographic crackdown.

Three pairs of eyes looked over at the same time.

Shanhe dreamed: What the hell?

Erliang Moonlight: Tell me about the miasma.

Ling Chong: Damn it, I don't understand, bro, tell me quickly!

Facing those burning eyes, the new version subtly moved his eyes away and coughed softly.

Do the task first... chat offline for paid things.

Mountains and rivers dream: ...

Zero Chong: @#% @!

...

There are thirteen pronunciations of the surname of the Rat people, and Borneo happens to have thirteen states.

The state where King Gallon Port is located is called Lowell State. The origin of the name is naturally related to the Lowell Camp in King Galleon Port. It is also the only state in Borneo Province that is not related to animals.

Nasit State, where Xifan Port is located in the west, means lion, and Lowell State in the east has Tiger State, Leopard State to the left, Snake State to the bottom, and the Borneo Sea to the right.

It is widely circulated among the local intellectuals that although the states use the names of animals, they actually sacrifice—or seal—the gods behind the animals.

Although Rowell is not an animal, he is a totem buried in the hearts of every survivor in Borneo Province, and he is also the only god of man who is not among the thousand pillars.

Because everyone is a pillar, in other words, a walking pillar of people.

Or offerings.

However, according to Ms. Han Mingyue's interpretation, there is another explanation.

That is to say, Borneo Province two hundred years ago was a large ecological protection area, Lowell State was the only scientific observation site and a resting place for tourists at that time, Tiger State was the main living area of ​​tigers, and Leopard State was the main living area of ​​leopards. The main living areas, different species of snakes, elephants, lions, cows, wolves, etc. can be deduced by analogy.

These wild animals had been a source of food for the survivors for a long time, and after they were eaten to near extinction, the locals sanctified them out of a sense of gratitude.

The influence of superimposing the image data of animal world has evolved into the belief of thousands of races and gods.

The two explanations are actually different perspectives, one is based on a spiritual analysis, and the other is a purely rational deduction based on scientific arguments.

The difference between them is roughly equivalent to an oil painting and a sketch. They are all the same apple, but not exactly the same.

At present, the entire northern part of Rowell State is under the control of the Tiger Army, and the west and southwest are under the control of the Black Panther Army.

The two armies have become warlords in essence. Although they are still receiving the military pay of the imperial court, they have actually become estranged from the empire.

The relationship between the two parties is completely maintained by money.

When the empire stopped paying money, these warlords basically tore off their last skins.

In fact, due to the empire's previous embargo strategy on Gold Gallon Port and the anti-embargo measures adopted by Baiyue Company, the two big warlords on the border have already achieved financial freedom through smuggling.

And it's not just financial freedom, the productivity in the area under its control has also improved a lot.

This is not because those warlords know how to govern, but on the contrary, most military officers know nothing about governance, and have no intention of governing at all, even worse than the civil servants of the empire.

But it is precisely because of this that these military officers simply adopted a completely laissez-faire economic model, letting the merchants in King Gallon Port and the local nobles do it themselves.

Those military lords would give the green light to whoever gave the money, and even helped those businessmen fight against the affairs officers sent by the empire, and went to the noble manors with guns to buy and sell them.

This kind of barbaric behavior is naturally undesirable, and even seriously damaged the serf economy and taxation of the empire, and it will eventually damage the warlords themselves in the long run.

However, who would have expected these savages to catch up with the good times, and enjoy the dividends of the development of Jin Gallon Port in a crooked manner.

Productivity and development have regional diffusion effects.

The advanced productivity of King Gallon Port will more or less move in the opposite direction of the immigration flow, feeding back to other areas of Lowell State, and even the Tiger State and Leopard State adjacent to Lowell State.

After all, to open a dyeing workshop in Port Jingallon, workers have to be paid 1,600 gallons of wages.

There will always be someone tempted to move the purchased sewing machines and dyeing vats to a place where labor costs are cheaper and beyond the control of the alliance to open a small workshop, and cut a little profit from the industrial chain.

Don't underestimate this little profit. One workshop doesn't earn much, but one hundred workshops can catch up with a large factory.

And these shop owners who are different from factory owners will also purchase machines to improve their productivity.

The increase in productivity not only resulted in the accumulation of wealth, but also changed the relationship between people and clusters.

Especially after more and more old nobles tasted the sweetness of productivity improvement and the pain of being pointed at a gun, they also began to seek productivity development.

In the past, the rations of the Black Panther Army still depended on the appropriation of the empire, but now the tax revenue in the Jiaotou Bay area alone is enough for the local generals to feed their subordinates, and occasionally even distribute some alliance soldiers to the brothers. The canned beef is used as a welfare.

This little life is much more comfortable than when he was a dog for the empire.

As for the commander who put the gun on Xin's head, now he has to call Xin politely, after all, the latter has already connected with the boss of his immediate boss, so there is no need to take him along for a long time. The little commander is playing.

However, Ah Xin didn't share his common knowledge because of the original incident, and even politely helped him to make this domineering officer the captain of ten thousand, and even helped him say that the matchmaker married a viscount aristocratic family in Baozhou. The youngest daughter helped the two of them buy a wedding room on Tulip Street in King Gallen Harbour.

With money, identity and status, and a beautiful wife, the reckless man who is more reckless than Laxi is naturally in tears of gratitude, and he almost changed the old man into a father.

And with the support of the chief ten thousand and other high-level officials of the Black Panther Army, the business of the Assassin gang has grown bigger and bigger, almost monopolizing the cotton in the entire Leopard State.

Although the quality and output of cotton in Borneo Province are not as good as those in Baiyue Province, it is better in low cost and large volume, and it also occupies a considerable market share in Jin Gallon Port.

Even if the ceasefire agreement is signed now and the unit price of smuggling is not as high as before, they can still use those well-developed ports and currency exchange banks to continue to do legal business, and the profits are even greater than before.

However, even though the radiation effect of the Golden Galleon Port has a considerable impact on other regions of Lowell State, the growth rate of development in other regions cannot keep up with the Golden Galleon Port itself, which is the only import and export port on the east coast.

At present, the 10,000 square kilometers actually controlled by Baiyue Company is only one-fortieth of the whole state, but 39/40 of the state's wealth is gathered in Jin Gallon Port.

If the distribution of benefits between the Alliance and the Golden Gallon Port is uneven, just like silver coins and gallons, then the distribution of benefits between the Golden Galleon Port and the Lowell State and even the entire Borneo Province is even more extreme.

The residents of King Gallon Port have already ridden on bicycles that are as fast as the wind, and the children who read aloud have begun to think about the position of people in the mountains and rivers, and where they will be after many years, but Huzhou Leopard There are still many people in the state who eat cakes made of mud and have to sell their children to make a living.

After Legend of L and The Diary of a Mad Mouse, Red Soil is finally serialized to the third Soil, which seems to be about to enter the bloody topic.

The Survivor Daily in Port King Gallon was almost out of stock. Some people who didn't know Red Earth read Earth and went back to buy the previous L and Mad Mouse.

Some booksellers began to think about publishing a collection of this serialized short stories, so that people would not have to cut newspapers one by one.

They couldn't get in touch with Mr. Rat, but they got a letter from Chip Harbor——

[You can publish as you like, just donate my share to the federation. 】

This letter inspired many young people in the Golden Galleon, as well as the members of the federation.

Mr. Mouse is right next to them!

And just watch them!

A glimmer of morning light seemed to appear on the horizon, and the future seemed bright.

There is only one Boll the Awakened in Boulder City, but they have tens of thousands.

Inspired by Survivor Daily and Red Earth, young people wrote their simple and even naive ideas into poems, paintings into paintings, music and songs, and integrated into the rush of King Gallon Port. A corner of the street scene.

People have added another line of creed to the background of the idea of ​​the gods do not exist——

They need to unite!

Just like the residents of Boulder City!

Even though people have thousands of different ideas, there is one idea that is the same.

That is to pull out the thousand pillars!

And smash the old shackles!

And just as a storm was brewing in King Gallon Port, a certain angry young man finally saw the army he was thinking of.

It can't be called an army, it's like a refugee or a grassroots bandit, and it's even worse than when he first attacked the Lowell camp——

At least at that time, he and his subordinates, those who dared to fight, still had some blood and courage.

It's just such a group of people, with scantily clad clothes and carrying agricultural tools, hiding in a desolate valley in Huzhou, where the power of the Tiger Clan is intertwined. The aid sent by the bitterness makes a living, and occasionally eats some soil, or finds trouble with the little nobles around.

After all, the Moon Clan has a large population, and there are many handsome men and women. Those nobles more or less bought some Moon Clan people as slaves or children, so it is reasonable to rob them in the name of saving their compatriots.

Moreover, they only robbed people and food and did not kill people. The incident was not serious, and some small nobles really had nothing to do with them. Seeing that they were like fleas, the big nobles didn't bother to deal with them, so they just happened to be able to annex the land of the small nobles and beat the land price.

As for the Tiger Army, most of the troops are on the border of Rowell State, so I don't even bother to pay attention to them.

These days, anyone who has some strength is managing their own territory, who would waste that time to help the court suppress bandits, instead, they can use the Moon Clan as a name to ask the court for more money.

It is precisely because of this that those Moon Clan people thought that they were well disguised, that they could escape the Tiger Army's eyeliner by pretending to be refugees fleeing from the disaster of war, but they did not expect that even Asin, the leader of a gang who was far away in Jin Gallon Port, could Find them easily.

Everything is as useless as what he saw in the battle report.

Even the commander of the tiger clan who sent him here joked that the next time we meet on the battlefield, if we don't want to fight, we will throw the equipment on the ground and run away. Everyone can earn money together.

What a shame!

Damn...

Looking at the group of lads sitting loosely on the ridge of the field, Lacy gritted his teeth and cursed, pulled out the gun from his waist, and pulled the trigger towards the sky.

Snapped!!

The thunder-like sound startled the Yue people who were working in the field, but when they looked up, they saw a ferocious man standing by the field with a group of evil spirits, as if he wanted to eat them.

Standing in the field, a middle-aged man stared blankly at him, and suddenly recognized that face, with an exaggerated astonished expression as if he had seen a ghost.

La... Laxi?!

But Laxi didn't even look at him, and stretched out his hand to grab the boy by the neck, pulling the skinny boy out of the field like a chicken and throwing him on the ground.

It hurts...it hurts... The boy kept crying out that it hurts, and tears came out, but he didn't expect that the evil ghost kicked his ass again when he saw him crying.

If you are afraid of pain, go back and find your parents, and stop fooling around with these people! Go, call your parents over for me!

The boy said timidly with fear in his eyes.

I don't have parents... I was sold to a nearby place, and the people here saved me.

No parents... Heh, then wipe your eyes dry for me, or I'll send you down to meet them first!

Letting go of the child, Lacy shot a hard look at the farmer who was trying to stop him, and then at the resistance soldier approaching with a gun.

The commotion at the gate of the village still attracted some people's attention.

This group of guys who can't even arrange for a sentry, at least their ears are not deaf, at least they can hear their own gunshots.

Those people stared at him with vigilant eyes, with guns in their hands, but they didn't dare to point the guns at him.

Some of them recognized this guy, he was the ruthless guy who took down the Rowell camp and hung that officer on the tower.

No matter how much the alliance put in effort and gave them a few cannons and guns, he was indeed the one who took down the camp.

Lacy didn't even look at the fire sticks, just squinted at them.

I said you might as well go to farm the land, but you have actually plowed the land. Look at your useless looks, do you expect the girls from Potato Chip Harbor to support you for the rest of your life, or do you expect the people from Baiyue Company to support you for the rest of your life?

A middle-aged man plucked up the courage to step forward and stare at him.

What do you mean!

Lacy squinted at him.

Are you in charge here?

I am--

Before the man finished speaking, he slapped him on the head and directly into the field.

You're a fucking hammer!

This sentence was scolded by the instructor of the alliance when he was training him, and now he gave this sentence to this guy again.

It was this guy who caused Fang Chang to be transferred away!

At least it seemed so to him.

The slap was loud enough, and it really ignited the anger of the resistance army. One or two young men raised their guns and pointed at Laxi and more than a hundred officers behind him.

No! Don't shoot!

The man who fell in the field didn't care about himself, and shouted at his comrades in the resistance army in shock.

But Na Laxi still seemed to think that the fire was not strong enough, stepped forward and walked directly in front of the group of boys, grabbed a man's gun, and poked it on his chest.

Come on! Shoot me! Kill the compatriots who came to save you, come on!

The young man's face was pale, and the hand holding the gun was shaking, as if he might go off at any moment.

Obviously he hadn't been on the battlefield a few times, nor practiced with a gun much, let alone had the opportunity to practice.

After all, the insurance is closed, just loaded...

Seeing the cowardice in his eyes, Lassi snatched the gun from his hand and stuffed it in his chest, bumping into him and taking two steps back, only to be stopped by other people's support.

Has anyone ever taught you that when you kill someone, turn on the safety and weld the shoulder to me? If anyone dares to snatch your gun, just throw the butt of the gun in his face. Throwing a gun on the battlefield means losing your life. , You kid is lucky, the one who snatched your gun is Lao Tzu.

Pairs and pairs of eyes were fixed on him, with anger, astonishment, shame and shame.

But there was also hope in the eyes of others.

Including the man who claimed to be the person in charge sitting in the field.

He knows better than anyone that they are not the survivors of Port Chips, nor the survivors of Port Cum Gallon. What they need is not a guy who leads them to plow the fields, but a guy who can lead them to victory !

Laxi looked around at everyone, not only the resistance soldiers standing at the entrance of the village blocking him, but also the farmers in the nearby fields who straightened up and looked at him.

If you want to farm, just stay here and grow enough. If you are useless enough, get up and follow me.

A Resistance officer swallowed and asked, staring at him.

where are we going……

Where are you going?

Laxi chuckled, turned his back to the dusk and looked to the northeast direction, and narrowed his eyes slightly towards the dark sky.

He thought about it while he was on the road.

It is unrealistic to fight the Tiger Army. These guys have guns and food, and their combat effectiveness is no less than that of the Gray Wolf Army. They even carve up all the Gray Wolf Army who are also on the border.

Just like the people in the alliance said, fighting with these guys can only be brushed as wild monsters.

They must open up a new battlefield, and the best choice is the northeast corner of Borneo Province.

It is next to the Zhuobal Mountains, and over there is Yinyue Bay. A Tasang River flowing down the mountain range waters an impact plain called the Tasang Plain, where marginal ethnic groups in Borneo Province live, and even some believers from Silver Moon Bay.

On the administrative division map of the empire, that piece of land is called Mammoth State, and it shares a source of fresh water with Silver Moon Bay, and it is as fertile as Lowell State.

The most important thing is that the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, and the local area is close to the alliance's supply network.

Although the degree of development is a bit worse, poor development also has the benefits of poor development.

There is no road network connecting Tiandu, and it is not on the edge of the Yongliu River. It is difficult to deliver allegiance to the royal army and the supplies needed by the army to the area.

Another is that there is no shortage of soldiers in poor places!

Only there can he raise a large group of troops. An uprising in Huzhou, where the tiger clan is the majority, is simply courting death!

Sooner or later you will starve to death in this ravine. If you want to survive, follow me to the seaside!

I generally don’t like to interrupt and interfere with readers’ reading when I’m writing a plot, but I still need to talk a little bit more, and I should try to understand the reading comprehension from the plot itself or the characters. This is wasteland and not reality, so don’t be too dazed .

If you read a little bit more books, you will know that some things have happened not only in certain places, but in many places. Don’t just see a hoof and say it’s a horse. Otherwise, no matter how much I intentionally write that it doesn’t look like it at all, it’s hard to guarantee that some people will think it does.

In addition, the characters that have appeared so far are not suitable to be defined by good or bad, including Lacy, Nyan, and even Yodoo. Like the players participating in the game, they do not represent right or wrong, but only represent their own positions.

If once you feel that a certain character represents the right, and you still make a far-fetched check-in, and then feel that he must do something, say something, and match the ending to be reasonable, then it is over, and the novel will not be called a novel.