The hundreds of thousands of messages in the Beacon Continent's diary made Xiao Chen sincerely feel the powerful ability of human beings. What kind of gods are in front of human beings. Even if the sun god is alive, can he kill 100 million people in one day, just running away is enough time for him to lie down tired, and talk about Mao's murder like hemp.

For a while, the bosses of all the cities on the mainland, whether they are European and American players, Asian players, or system characters, are all struggling for the development of their own small cities. The way to struggle is to kill people, and if you don't kill people, where to rob the city, the population, and the materials.

The whole world changed in one day, and the short training time of the troops set by the system made the big guys start to fight each other. Anyway, as long as the soldiers and horses are not destroyed in an instant, as long as there are enough soldiers left in the city to defend for a month, it is not a failure. A month later, you still have thousands of troops, and I'm afraid that you won't succeed.

Although the smoke of gunpowder brought an invitation to the ordinary population on the mainland, it completely satisfied the hearts of all the power lords. Or succeed in capturing the enemy city, or fail, lose the army, and lose the city. But none of this can resist the passion of the player, and after dying, spend money to continue to enter the game. Isn't there a good saying: five words float in the sky, and that's not a thing.

WY's game has successfully attracted the interest of many players, met the needs of the public, and relieved all kinds of pressure on the public. At the same time, the world full of war makes the player's blood boil; The short training settings make the player consume the war machine without dying.

Groups of soldiers wearing armor and holding sharp blades were forced by their unscrupulous boss* to leave their homes and their warm nests, and embark on a journey of coexistence of death and glory, and repression and money.

The rapid training of the soldiers made everyone feel the difficulties of the previous strategy games. The training time was too long, the population development was too slow, and all this ceased to exist with the arrival of the Beacon Century. As long as you have some resources, you can train countless armies in a month, not the most, only more, everything depends on your strength.

No population? Too underpopulated? Demographically restricted? Here, you can have a population of tens of thousands as soon as you arrive, and you can do everything you do. You can build palaces, castles, roads and bridges, because you still have enough population.

What to do if you suddenly find that your population is not enough?

It's very easy to do, and the system god has come up with a solution for you. Go to training, with enough troops, you can go to grab the city, grab the population, grab the resources. In this world, there is no law, killing people is no longer a crime, and US imperialism is no longer the world's policeman. robbing money, food, and women; kill, burn, rob; You can use all kinds of strategies, and no one will be idle to care about all kinds of slaughter. You are here, you can vent and slaughter as much as you want, as long as you are not afraid of death.

It's okay to die, put a few thousand dollars on it, and you'll soon be here again to enjoy your happiness. If you don't have money, I'm sorry, we don't accept all kinds of information and numbers from beggars here. Xiao Chen also felt a little that the death of hundreds of millions of people represents the cry of hundreds of millions of people, and represents the white cloth all over the city. To be honest, Xiao Chen secretly went to the newly named Xiaocheng in his spare time, and the scene he saw also made him feel very uncomfortable.

Almost every street in the city has a procession to see off the dead, white cloth hangs in front of the door, and coffins are surrounded by dozens of people, heading into the distance. The death of more than a thousand people, accompanied by thousands of coffins and the weeping of thousands of people, made this small city that had just been obtained full of sorrow.

Although this is just a game, when Xiao Chen saw the people in the city who looked like normal people, he felt that he regarded their data as a living population. Especially when he went to the market every day to buy that uncle's steamed buns, Xiao Chen liked to chat with the uncle every day, or give him more copper plates or something, and the uncle would stuff himself with a few more big buns, even exceeding the value of the copper plates he paid. Of course, Xiao Chen didn't think that the uncle was flattering himself, not saying whether the uncle knew that he was the king, just saying that you had seen anyone who would have nothing to do with a few buns to flatter.

After a long time, I also feel that the uncle is very kind, and there are no all kinds of fraud and hypocrisy of modern people. Only sincerity, kindness, purity, they are hospitable, others are good to them, they will also reciprocate others, there will be no revenge. Xiao Chen believes that it is not only the uncle who is so good, it can be said that ninety-nine percent of the people in this world are so kind, but he has brought them sadness.

Minxiang City is full of foreigners, and as a nationalist, Xiao Chen will not have any emotions about their measures. But Shinohi is indeed the same as himself, a Han Chinese with yellow skin, black hair, and black eyes. He brought them the smell of killing, the smoke of war. What I saw was so desolate and miserable.

Seeing the seventy-year-old grandmother wearing plain clothes, lying on the coffin and crying non-stop, calling loudly: "My son" The shouts made Xiao Chen feel extremely heartbroken. The eyes were also very angry and left tears, which she would soon wipe away, but the old mother's tears would never be wiped away.

Xiao Chen knew the mood of the old mother at that time, she may be missing her son's naughty appearance in her arms when he was a child; I miss my son when he grows up, kneeling in front of him and calling out his mother's voice affectionately. But all this disappeared with her arrival, her son could no longer call his mother, and she could no longer see her son's smile.

The old mother's sad crying, the middle-aged woman's tenacious tears, and the child's angry gaze, Xiao Chen's heart felt very uncomfortable. All of this was caused by himself, maybe he was just a sentence at the time, and he wouldn't care, but this sentence brought tears to many people and despair to many people.

Xiao Chen walked in directly, and the old mother was still crying and didn't notice his arrival. The middle-aged woman came to Xiao Chen with a frown and saluted, and the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy stared at him angrily. He knew that it was his own armor, Xiao Chen had put on his own red armor when he was fighting before, and he had never taken it off.

The little boy and the woman hated themselves because of this armor, and this red armor brought them despair, and the head of the family was killed by soldiers wearing armor of the same color.

Under the gaze of the woman and the little boy, Xiao Chen lowered his head, did not say anything, and silently walked to the front of the mourning hall. He really didn't know what to say, and even if he said anything, it was useless.

Looking at the dark coffin in front of him, he was draped in white linen. Xiao Chen silently lit three incense sticks, stood in front of the coffin, and bowed three times before inserting the incense into the altar. Quietly watching the incense burning little by little, his eyes were also hazy, and he still kept silent.

Knowing that half of the incense was burned, Xiao Chen turned around and came to the middle-aged woman. Looking at the little boy next to him who reached his chest, Xiao Chen touched the little boy's head with his hand, but was quickly dodged by the little boy.

Xiao Chen was not annoyed, what was he angry with a child, besides, he was indeed sorry for others. "I'm sorry, my army, alas, please mourn." As soon as he opened his mouth and said half a sentence, Xiao Chen didn't know what to say later, so he had to sigh.

After the middle-aged woman heard this, tears immediately flowed out: "General, you don't need to say anything. Everything is done by the men of our family to resist the king. Xiao Chen knew that the middle-aged woman just didn't want to cause trouble anymore, she recognized that she was wearing a general's clothes, and she was afraid that saying the wrong thing would bring disaster to her family again.

Xiao Chen was helpless, so he could only swallow and say, "I'm sorry, the bereavement will come soon." If you don't receive the pension in the future, go directly to the county office, and I will make the decision for you. Or if you have any difficulties, go to the county office, and I will personally arrange for someone to help you. Although, the man of your family resisted the king, but as a hero who died on the battlefield, I still admire him very much. I hope that the child can grow up well in the future, and strive to be like his father, so brave, and be a hero. Well, you can have a better life in the future, and the children can go to school, and there will be no more wars. ”

After speaking, Xiao Chen turned around and walked out, saying that there was no need to say anything, and he would do his best to do what he could do. Tomorrow it is time to discuss with the ministers the issue of compensation for such a thing. After all, everyone is Han Chinese, and in this world where there are many nationalities and gunpowder is everywhere, only their own nationality is the most reliable and trustworthy. War, the war of Nyima, the use of weapons, makes the human body more fragile and life shorter.

In troubled times, human life is like a mustard. I'd rather be a peace dog than a troubled world.

Not to mention how cruel the war is, you still have to face it in the end. Without war, you will not be able to expand your strength, and without your strength, you will no longer be able to protect these 200,000 dear people. They need war, and the 200,000 people need to protect them with war, and they are not afraid of war and death. What I was afraid of was only the crying of the 200,000 people, but what I was afraid of was the sadness of the old man, the tenacity of the woman, and the hatred of the childOn the city wall, a group of guards stood behind Xiao Chen, looking at the king who was wearing armor and looking at the vast land. The guards didn't bother him, knowing how he was feeling right now. Countless weepings in the city continued, thousands of houses were hung with white sails, and countless old people, children, and wives were immersed in the pain of losing their loved ones.

His own king was also crying, he kept crying in his heart, and his heart ached like a knife. The guards also accompanied their boss to several funeral courtyards, and also saw many people's sorrows, endless tears, and endless tears. Everyone also unconsciously thinks of the old mother and father at home; The wife stood in front of the door and waited for their return, and the child who was waiting for the bunk missed the figure of his father in his mind.

Although they have been on the battlefield for a long time and kill people like hemp, they are still human beings, they still have that red heart, and they still miss home. They are never afraid of dying on the battlefield, but they are afraid of the endless pain of their families when they get the news. They are afraid that when they die, there will be no one to take care of them at home, their families will be bullied, and their children will cry when they can't find their father.

Well, now they don't have to worry about anything. For they have a good king, a good-hearted king. Think about it, will the monarch, who even pays pensions to the families of his enemies, not be able to live up to the soldiers who died on the battlefield for themselves? No, every emperor will not fail to take care of his soldiers.

I don't have to worry about anything at home, I am already playing with my life on the battlefield, maybe one day I will be gone. At that time, as long as the king does not die, I believe that my family will be able to take the best care of it. He will die without regrets, and even if he dies in the future, he can't let the king be hurt.

All the guards looked at the man in front of him with firm eyes