God’s Game I Am the Great Will of the Planet

1444 was a bad twenty-four years for Bourbon, and the Bourbons living in this era were living in hell.

The Bourbon I heard of when I was young was the greatest and most civilized country in the world, with Bourbon houses in every land, Bourbon ships in every sea, and yet with burning assemblies Palace, all this has finally become a lost memory, an irreversible memory.

Lure VIII, who caused all this, is dead, but the Bourbon people persecuted by his policies have to continue to live and struggle in this dark age. We once thought that Bourbon had been so miserable and should be at the bottom of hell, right? But every time we find that this is not the bottom of hell, and we are still falling.

Yes, it's still going down. Today's Bourbon is occupied by more than a dozen governors. They claim each other as orthodox, accuse each other of being kleptocrats, and then kill each other without grace, sometimes uniting with each other, sometimes Mutual betrayal, the fire of war continued to burn in this former most prosperous land.

A large number of middle-class families are fleeing Bourbon. If the nobles are not their families being raided, they will be reluctant to give up their own territory, and the poor have no way to escape. Therefore, those who only have the last of their belongings, most of them have Citizens with good skills fled Bourbon Island one after another.

Since the country built by the Bonn people (now called the Pokang people) has always been regarded as a land of barbarians, and the education area and the alliance of the expatriates are not much better, so the noble people of the island can choose to flee to, only the north and the south two It's just a waterway, and because this group of middle-class refugees is skilled, Boris and Polly welcome them with open arms.

Of course, because going to Polly has to pass through the territorial waters of Bokorn, most of the refugees fled to Boris and settled in Boris. Boris also ate a mouthful of fat during the civil strife in Bourbon, but that's a story later. .

Those people can escape, because they are just poor ghosts affected by the current situation, but I, who are already in the game, can't escape, I can only stay here forever, or usher in the end of the chaos, or It is to usher in my own death, no matter which ending, I am mentally prepared.

But what if the war continued like this? I'm only 33 years old now, so I don't have to worry about my body for the time being, but if the war continues after 20 years, what should I do? Occasionally, this question flashes through my mind, and then I put it behind me with a sip of wine, thinking about what tomorrow? Why think about tomorrow?

And people like me are everywhere in Bourbon these days, we're drunk, we're binge-watching all day long, and we don't take our lives seriously when we go to war.

Respectfully! This **** time! I even saw the corners of Death's mouth raised, and the surging waves of the Styx.

In the years that followed, Bourbon was such an endless chaotic war. Some governors fell, others rose again, some died of fathers and sons, some were conspiracy coups, or both.

Because of the stimulation of the Bourbon civil war, even Mysika started to fight Bourbon again. It was still the kind of undeclared war. They did not need to submit a declaration of war because Bourbon did not have a legitimate governor. Without warning, they directly attacked the indoctrination area.

The Jiaohua District initially asked the governors for help. However, compared to the cross-sea expedition to aid the Jiaohua District, the governors were more enthusiastic about the domestic melee. As a result, none of the governors were willing to carry this banner—except for a few noble volunteers.

As a result, in the end, it was the Overseas Chinese Alliance who took the initiative to cross the sea to expedition to aid the indoctrination area, and carried the banner of resistance to Myshika.

However, this action of the Overseas Chinese Alliance has no impact on the ruling chiefs, and their consciences will not hurt at all, and they continue to shamelessly kill each other at home, ignoring the outside world.

Time flies, time flies like a shuttle, more than 20 years have passed in the blink of an eye.

My sturdy body, with the passage of time, although luckily did not suffer any irreversible damage in the war, it also aged a little bit with the passage of time, and lost its vitality a little bit. The adjutant looked at me with increasingly unkind eyes.

The governor that I defected to after I left Boris has already retired from electricity as early as the third year of the civil war. I am no longer the army of a specific governor, but a mercenary.

Mercenaries, which means whichever ruler can afford the price, we will go to him and fight for him. In addition to our mercenary agreement because it is guaranteed by the devil, our personal morality has no credibility, tyranny, and repetition, which is the best explanation for us mercenaries.

Oh, by the way, the devil, the devil actually also distinguishes the white devil and the black devil now, the white devil is the kind-hearted devil, and the black devil is the evil devil. But I can't see any difference, the two kinds of devils charge the same price, just knowing a little is enough, and making a deal with the white devil will not be condemned.

The reason why I can become the head of this mercenary group is only because I am the strongest and best at war in this group of people. They have to obey me under the strong pressure of me. But as I get older, one day I will lose the position of the head of the mercenary group, and those who lose the position of head of the mercenary group will not end well.

After all, the thing about war mercenaries is a new concept that has emerged over the years. How to play and how to design the rules? No one knows, so I can only use the corpses to accumulate experience, and now, it seems that I am going to be an inconspicuous one among the corpses.

That day happened much earlier than I thought, because the governor I chose was an incompetent fat man who lost the battle and caused our mercenary group to suffer heavy casualties, and even closed the city gate and refused to let us go. Go inside and say it's all our fault that he lost the battle.

At first, we tried to attack the city, but unfortunately it was unsuccessful, and we had to flee in embarrassment. As a result, we encountered a rare storm on the way, and the mercenary group was drenched.

After going back and forth, the dissatisfaction of the mercenaries broke out, and as the head of the regiment, I unfortunately became the object of concentrated resentment.

The mutiny took place, and some of the leaders who I least deal with launched a military coup against me and fought with my cronies, but in the end I was outnumbered and could only flee with a few cronies in embarrassment.

In the process of fleeing, my third wife was kidnapped, the child was killed again in battle, and I had no descendants.

“啊啊啊啊啊！”在柔软的沙滩上，尽管逃过了一劫，我的心中却没有任何的喜悦，咆哮着，尖叫的，发出刺耳的诅咒声，诅咒我所能看到的Everything, everything I can think of.

Seeing my collapsed appearance, a few cronies who escaped with me silently retreated, they thought that I was no longer worthy of continuing to follow, while a few other cronies who were loyal to me were still trying to inspire me.

"Captain Luer, if you fail this time, you can start all over again, don't be discouraged!"

Maybe they were motivated with good intentions, but hearing their poor level of inspiration just made me angrier: "Again again? Do you know how old this year is! Calendar 1473! I'm already 61 years old! Beard! A lot of money, how can there be capital to come back!"

"Besides, since 1444, Bourbon has been fighting for 29 years. Dozens of governors have been fighting on this small island for 29 years. What future does Bourbon have? What can we see again? Bottom? Not yet, not yet! No one can save Bourbon!"

"That's because you don't want to do it! You don't want to work hard, but I do!"

At this time, a firm voice came from behind me. I turned my head and saw that it was an aristocrat I didn’t know, but his face was neither the sullen look nor the arrogant look on his face. It is a very confident and firm demeanor, which can give people a good impression at a glance.

I closed my mouth, not because of how impressed the nobleman's language was, but because of the huge fleet behind the nobleman, and the flag of Ingona seemed to be flying.

"Hehe, since 1453, the southerners (referring to Boris) have been supporting their governors on Bourbon Island every day. Now, is the fish belly of Ingona actually thinking about it? Which governor is your Excellency?"

"First, I am not the governor now; second, I have an equal partnership with Ingona, because Ingona's hope is only to have a strong Bourbon to contain Boemi."

"What is Poemi?" asked a little brother next to me, and then I slapped him on the head.

"Idiot, it's the former group of the expatriate alliance! Didn't I tell you? In 1453, the expatriate alliance and the Tenglong Colonial Guard merged into the Bohemian Autonomous Region, and together with the educational area, it was Bourbon's last overseas. Two lands."

"It's the last land now," the nobleman sighed. "You don't know yet. A month ago, the autonomous region officially incorporated the education area into his jurisdiction, and now the education area no longer exists."

Hearing this news, I was shocked and speechless for a while. The education area that existed for hundreds of years is now gone.

"This old man, you seem to have experienced a lot. It has been almost 20 years since I left Bourbon Island. Come on board and tell me about Bourbon's current situation." At this time, the noble also sent a message to me. invited.

When I received the invitation from the nobles for the first time, the younger brothers were a little hesitant, but I agreed directly. After all, what can a nobleman want from an old man like me? What's more, I'm definitely going to die.

The aristocrat's etiquette to us commoners is very good, just like the image of a good noble in a fairy tale, an image that I almost forget.

When I got on the nobleman's ship, I learned who this nobleman is, Ferrison Germack, the scumbag of the Germack family that has almost been killed.

He was born in the year 1420 of the Dali calendar. He once caused a sensation when he gave young children advice to King Lure VIII in the celebration of the 1300th anniversary of the founding of Bourbon in 1432. Later, some policies of Lure VIII were done according to his vision, so this The aristocrat was proud for a long time, when he was 12 years old.

But after the coup of Andre III in 1441, many of Filison's views were at odds with that of Andre III, his distant relatives, and he was finally banned from entering the Palais des Congrès by Andre III at the age of 21.

After the coup of Boris V in 1443, although Ferrison had a bad relationship with Andre III, he was expelled from Boris by Boris V because he was also a member of the Germark family. He was 23 years old that year.

After the twenty-four years of the presidency in 1444, Bourbon started his anger and destruction of the Germack family. Ferrison could only hide in Tibet. He was 24 years old that year.

In 1450, Myshica launched an attack on the indoctrination area. The nobles who claimed to be the governor of Bourbon were addicted to the civil war and were unwilling to support. Only this Filison brought his volunteers who followed him~www.novelmt.com~ set foot on The land in the Jiaohua District, when he was 30 years old.

In 1457, Dieter and Pisa were both captured by Mysica, and even Boemi withdrew from the Marami Peninsula and chose to accumulate strength to counterattack in the future. Ferrison still stayed, and began a ten-day battle with those resistance troops. Years of loneliness struggle, that year he was 37 years old.

In 1471, the 21-year war with Mysica finally came to an end, Mysica withdrew from Diet and Pisa, and Poemi was victorious. Because of his credit, the Boemi people were willing to grant him an official position and let him stay here, but he was unwilling, so Boemi imprisoned him. He was 51 years old that year, and the black-haired man had become a white-haired man.

In 1473, through the rescue of Incona, he escaped from the captivity of Boemi, took his followers to the Western Frontier Confederation, and then returned to Bourbon. He is 53 years old this year.

"You could have gotten high-ranking officials in the Mailami Peninsula, because you have contributed so much to the Mailami Peninsula, but why did you give up everything and answer this country that is hostile to Gelmak?" I asked inexplicably. .

His answer was short: "Because this is Bourbon."

It was this simple sentence that made me decide to follow him.

I'm 61 years old, all three of my sons have died, and I'm destined to have no offspring. When I was young, Bourbon was already decadent, and now Bourbon is even more rotten. I don't want my life's contribution to be to make Bourbon irreversible, at least do something.

My body is old, my vision is blurred, and my life has come to an end, so I can only give this life to him, hoping that he can fulfill his promise.

This is my last, desperate attempt, desperate, and the only reward is the unpredictable future.

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