Wu Hui feels that he doesn't look much like Zhuge Liang, whether it's the one in history or the one in the novel.
Especially in terms of character. In mainstream evaluations, Zhuge Liang is the kind of humble gentleman who even his political opponents say good things about him.
As for Wu Hui, even some teammates may not be able to stand his personality. Too cold.
That is to say, Liu Dangren's family is so familiar with him.
At night, I slept in the same room as Ren Yin, but because I was at someone else's house, I didn't do anything. On the contrary, Liu Xiangyun, who had been hugged by Wu Tong all night, came out and her face was a little red.
During the Chinese New Year, everyone continues to rest. Even Wu Hui had no intention of finishing the game in a hurry.
At the same time, on the other side of the world, a battle was quietly taking place.
In Africa, rebels are gathering.
The Awami League has unified the world for so many years, but it is obviously not a perfect government. Back then, it was basically with the help of a few powerful players that the world could be unified. Most of those players have been killed by the presiding judge and the chief chess player.
Therefore, there are always people who are dissatisfied with the rule of the People's Federation and will launch a rebellion. In the vast and backward land of Africa, the power of the Awami League is the weakest, so some players took the lead and formed the only resistance regime here.
The resistance has a level 12 player, plus the secret support of Perlman and the chief chess player. Faced with the powerful People's Alliance army, he always survived tenaciously.
Moreover, the presiding judge himself has never personally dealt with the rebels. Instead, I have some personal contact with them.
So most of the time, there is a resistance army with a level 12 player fighting against an alliance with two level 12 players. The two military players still took turns.
On this day of the Lunar New Year, the two sides were originally in a state of truce.
But the People's Alliance troops were gathering secretly.
Lunar New Year is still mainly popular in East Asia. I won’t say that no one has been there in Europe and here, but there are relatively few.
General of the People's Federation, level 12 player, member of the chessboard organization, codenamed Chess, Michaels came to the front line of the battlefield today.
"Do the rebels also want to participate in next year's competition?" Michaels, wearing a military uniform with gray and blond hair, landed with a faint smile on his face. Although he was wearing a military uniform, his temperament was more like that of a wealthy businessman, aristocrat, or scholar. He was gentle, elegant, and not aggressive.
There are several medals hanging on the meticulous military uniform, which looks as brand new as just leaving the factory.
"What's not allowed? If the game starts on our territory next time, you can come too." Compared to the glamorous chess game, the leader of the resistance army was wearing an old camouflage uniform, but it was washed cleanly. It looks very simple, not like a level 12 player at all.
His code name in the chessboard organization is Military Chess.
Chess is in Europe and chess is in East Asia. So usually chess is more often played against military chess. They have never fought against each other in person in recent years, perhaps because they are afraid that the destructive power will be too strong and everyone on the battlefield will die.
Super players are really as powerful as gods. If there were no restrictions from powerful people of the same level, one person might be able to destroy a planet.
Even if others block it, a super player will explode with extremely powerful fighting power before dying. Therefore, everyone generally does not attack super players or forces with super players in charge.
The previous Sword God was relatively miserable, being trapped in the battlefield space by iron hands, maimed and captured alive. But he didn't die in the end. To some extent it was because the other party was merciful because of his strength.
In addition to the support of the chief chess player and Perlman, and the acquiescence of the presiding judge, the resistance army was able to persist under the federal siege. The most important thing is this seemingly ordinary resistance leader.
"If you dare to move the main force away from Africa, I will launch an attack. If you don't go, I will have someone attack in Changqing City." Chess took a cup of coffee from the servant soldier next to him.
Not to be outdone, Jun Qi took out the old thermos cup he carried with him and started drinking water.
"Are you pretending to be this much? No matter how poor the resistance is, as a military leader, you can't even afford some tea? You don't even have better clothes?" Xiangqi disdains Junqi's image like this.
Junqi's race cannot be seen from the appearance, but in theory he is a mixture of black, white and yellow subraces: "All my points are used to exchange military expenses for the resistance."
"Heh." Chess shook his head: "Do you dare to bet that I won't do it?"
Junqi's expression was very serious:
"Seven years ago, I was level 11 and you were level 12. I could only run away when facing you."
"So you led a team to kill 3,180 soldiers of our army, 300 officials and intellectuals with firm beliefs, and caused 50,000 civilian casualties. At that time, I could only watch in the dark."
"Seven years later. I'd love to know."
"If I have a chance, I'll kill you here and avenge them."
The atmosphere suddenly became very solemn.
The sun was shining brightly in the sky outside.
"Stupid." Chess picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.
I really don’t know why the chief chess player would allow such a person to join the chess board. I think about fighting and killing all day long, and I can't even let go of the death of a few chess pieces. How is it possible to be a good chess player?
"What exactly is the reward for the winner of this high-level competition that makes you and Xiangqi take it so seriously?" Junqi narrowed his eyes: "You still have to guard me so tightly?"
"You can find a way to find out by yourself." Xiangqi said: "If we have to fight, do you think I am afraid of you? Don't make such childish threats next time."
Jun Qi put away his kettle: "Ah, you rotten exploiter."
In this New Year, the war in Africa has not started after all. Just in the desert, there was a storm.
The two sides fought with extreme restraint, but they still caused the climate of this desert to change. It may take decades for nature to fully digest it.
After the battle, Junqi went back coughing blood.
Chess stood beside the ruined military camp, looking at the corpses of his men, and sneered.
At least he didn't look hurt.
This New Year is really a very peaceful day. Even the number of players participating in the game has significantly decreased.
Even if there are occasional battles or participation in games that cause damage and casualties. There is also the power of the devil to deal with the aftermath and continue to maintain peace and tranquility in the world.
It seems like nothing can ever change this peace.
On New Year's Day, Liu Dangren drank too much and stayed up late at night. He ran to the roof of the building and listened to the sound of firecrackers that kept going off in the city after twelve o'clock.
There are also fireworks.
He looked at the bustling Dayun City, with its lights brightly lit, and there was no hint that a major disaster had happened just a few months ago.
Liu Dangren was not in Dayun City that time. If he were here, Smiley would definitely die faster and the losses would be much less. Fortunately, although he was not there, Wu Hui came.
In fact, the entire earth is no different from Dayun City at that time. Ordinary people's cognition is affected, and players are fighting against it. The peace on the surface, but I don't know when it will be torn apart.
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