I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 495 Idiots are Incurable

That day, around noon, the players who had left the camp to play returned to the camp in small numbers. After Buhao Buwan explained the situation to them, the players were also very angry.

Players are willing to accept difficult tasks, even things that lead to their death, since they can be resurrected anyway. However, players cannot accept NPCs trying to take advantage of them for free.

Governor Almeida's behavior was disgusting enough.

Therefore, when the messenger arrived outside the camp again and tried to enter, he was refused entry by the player.

If you're unhappy and don't want to play, you can lead a group to reinforce the wooden walls of the camp.

In the afternoon, turmoil broke out in the direction of Casarina Pier, and there were even sounds of artillery fire.

The snake people have arrived?

Dissatisfied with the situation, yet unable to ignore it, he quickly dispatched a player to ride one of the camp's only five fast horses towards the dock to investigate.

Before the dust kicked up by the fast horse had even settled, the player who had been sent to scout returned, panting, with an expression on his face that was a mixture of excitement and absurdity.

"Boss, it's not the snake people, it's...it's just our own people at the docks fighting!"

The player reported quickly, panting.

"Fighting among your own people? What happened? Explain!"

"They're from the Governor's Office!"

The player who was scouting explained.

"That idiot Almeida must be scared out of his wits. He sent a squad of soldiers to the docks to forcibly requisition all the armed merchant ships that could still go to sea to replenish his already destroyed fleet!"

"The results of it?"

"And then things exploded!"

The player gestured wildly.

"The merchants of the Macon Union were alright; although they were unwilling, they dared not openly defy the governor's orders, and at most they would grumble and curse."

But the merchants from the Pomeranian confederation wouldn't have it. I overheard them cursing, saying they were just here to do business and repair ships. They were allies, and they couldn't just hand over their ships and crews to the Maconians to fill in the gaps..."

"And then they started fighting?"

If you're unhappy, don't play games or ask questions.

"more than!"

The player's face showed an expression of anticipation, as if watching a good show.

"The merchant sailors from Pomerania were pretty tough; they just grabbed their weapons and confronted the governor's conscription team on the ship, preventing them from boarding."

The conscription team, however, wouldn't let the merchant ships leave, using iron hooks and similar objects to hook up their anchors and prevent them from raising the anchor. Tensions rose between the two sides on the dock, and a shootout almost broke out!

"And what about the sound of cannon fire?"

"Oh, someone is trying to seize the ship..."

"Seize the ship? What's going on?"

"The player explained."

"Aren't there still many people on the dock? Those sailors, technicians, and some other odds and ends. When they saw this chaos and saw what happened yesterday, they knew that the snake people could attack at any time. They were all terrified, and many of them wanted to leave this godforsaken place immediately!"
If they wanted to leave now, they could only buy a ship ticket, but at this time the price of the ship ticket was obviously not cheap. Then a large group of people began to attack those merchant ships that were not yet under the control of the governor, especially those from Pomerania, trying to forcibly seize the ships and run away!
The docks are in complete chaos. The governor's men want to forcibly requisition ships, the Pomeranians are vehemently resisting and have even opened fire, and fleeing mobs are indiscriminately attacking any ship that looks navigable... Three, or even more, factions are locked in a fierce battle; it's more chaotic than a marketplace!

After hearing the report, BuShuangBuWan and the other players who had gathered around were speechless.

Governor Almeida truly demonstrated exactly what it means to make a series of blunders.

Surrounded by powerful enemies, instead of trying to unite all forces that can be united, they resort to the most foolish methods to exacerbate internal conflicts, which is tantamount to giving the snake people an advantage.

Should we go and help suppress them?

One player asked.

"After all, chaos won't do us any good."

"Help whom?"

I don't resort to sarcasm when I'm unhappy.

"Help Almeida seize the ship? Or help the Pomeranians fight the governor? Or go fight those thugs who only want to escape and don't want to fight the snake people?"

The players looked at each other, unsure whether to side with either side or not.

"They won't help."

If you're unhappy, don't play; make that decision.

"Let them run wild, this is a good opportunity for us."

"What good opportunity?"

Some people, knowing better, offered their congratulations.

He stopped joking, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light.

"In this chaotic situation, there will definitely be some loss of supplies, such as abandoned warehouses or goods left unattended in the chaos..."

"Oh……"

The other players' eyes lit up as well; they understood what "if you're not happy, don't play" meant.

"Brothers, we'll send a few dozen men with wheelbarrows and other supplies to the dock. Our priority will be gunpowder, followed by medicine and armor. Dried meat and other food items are also good. As for swords and other cold weapons, those will be last."

"If you find clean cloth, bring it along; you can use it to make bandages. But don't bring any other miscellaneous items."

"Would you like some drinks?"

someone added.

"Although rum has a low alcohol content, it's good for washing wounds."

"Take it!"

He continued, still unhappy, and went on to state the key points he had thought of.

"You need to act quickly. Divide into several groups, each with at least two capable guards. If you encounter any officials from Macon, try to avoid them and prevent any conflict. But if anyone dares to stop us from collecting trash..."

He sneered.

"Then let them know who the toughest fighter on the island is right now!"

"understand!"

The players responded excitedly and quickly sprang into action. Handcarts, carts, and even temporarily dismantled door panels were put to use, and a "scavenging brigade" of dozens of players marched in a grand yet somewhat furtive manner toward the chaotic dock area.

Meanwhile, even when he was unhappy and didn't want to play games, he wasn't idle either.

In addition to continuing to reinforce the camp's defenses, he gathered all the players in the camp who had some practical skills... During his time as the temporary leader, he didn't just sit around doing nothing, but also kept track of who the skilled players were and who could only fight.

"We can't just rely on picking up what's readily available now."

He addressed the thirty-odd players.

"With the docks in such chaos, the Governor's Office will definitely be even less able to look after us. We must take care of the supplies that were promised to us and prepare for the battles to come."

He pointed to the supplies piled up in a corner of the camp.

"Brothers, I need you to check all the muskets, make sure the firing mechanisms are working properly, prepare extra flints, properly package the gunpowder, and ensure it's properly protected from moisture. Repair any damaged leather or chainmail immediately, and also..."

He paused for a moment, then said.

"Although we have two flamethrowers, the more of these powerful weapons the better, so could we make some similar ones ourselves?"
How about getting some Molotov cocktails?
Collect any empty bottles, cheap liquor, rags... or grease in the camp. Try to make something that can start a fire, as fire has a special effect on snake people.

If you do a good job, you'll definitely deserve the most credit. How long we can stay here depends entirely on your skills.

The tech-savvy gamers immediately perked up, rummaging through their belongings and discussing the best ratio for homemade incendiary bombs.

Meanwhile, the dock area has now completely descended into anarchy.

The governor's conscription team was limited in size and was stretched thin, having to suppress the resistance of Pomeranian merchants and quell the rioters who tried to seize the ships.

The Pomeranian sailors, clinging to the hull, put up a fierce resistance with muskets and scimitars, occasionally unleashing threatening roars from their deck cannons.

Meanwhile, the largest number of rioters and some local thugs were like headless flies, screaming and charging at any ship that seemed to be able to leave, even fighting each other for so-called tickets or valuables.

Amidst this chaos, the scavenging team of players quietly arrived.

They were focused and swift, like experienced hyenas, pouncing precisely on unattended or poorly guarded warehouses.

"Over here, the warehouse door has been kicked open!"

"This is an armory? Let's go inside and take a look..."

"So many powder kegs! Move them, move them quickly!!!"

"This clinic is deserted... Holy crap, what the hell is this? Is this something that can save lives?"

"What's in this box?... It looks like rum? Take it, take it, whether it's for sterilization or to make Molotov cocktails!"

The players worked together efficiently, with some acting as lookouts, others carrying supplies, and still others providing cover.

When they encountered small groups of Macon soldiers or warehouse managers trying to stop them, several burly players wielding sharp axes would immediately glare at them fiercely, and the opponents would often be intimidated by their menacing aura... after all, their main focus was on dealing with the large-scale chaos at the docks.

Some Pomeranian merchants hiding in houses on the docks also noticed this group of people behaving strangely, but who seemed only interested in looting supplies rather than attacking them.

The two exchanged a wary glance through the window, and tacitly chose not to interfere with each other... If you don't care about me, then I won't care about you either.

There was even a Pomeranian ship owner who, after seeing the players empty a small supply depot of the Macon Union, secretly led a group to follow them and sneak into the depot after the players left, trying to snatch up any leftovers.

In less than two hours, the players' various vehicles were fully loaded.

They knew when to quit while they were ahead, and without lingering, they quickly grabbed their spoils and left the dock area before the chaos subsided, returning to their camp.

When the last truckload of supplies arrived at the camp, several curious players clapped and cheered.

Hearing the commotion, Bu Zhaobuwan ran over and saw truck after truck of gunpowder barrels, food, and various miscellaneous supplies. His previous disgust at Almeida vanished instantly.

"Damn, we've made a killing this time!"

"It's much faster than doing missions!"

"That idiot Almeida thought he could get something for nothing? Now he's spitting it all out, with interest!"

Not happy about the unexpected windfall, Bu Shuang took stock of the supplies, a smile appearing on his face. This unexpected wealth greatly enhanced their strength and ability to continue fighting.

"Brothers, hurry up and sort the stuff into the warehouse... Tech team, we have all the materials you need, hurry up and get some homemade Molotov cocktails out!"
The rest of you, keep working with me to get some wood and stones to reinforce the wooden wall. I reckon that with the docks in such chaos, if the snake people have any sense, they might come and test us tonight.”

His premonition was soon confirmed.

Not long after it got dark, the sentries outside the camp blew their whistles.

(End of this chapter)