This Game Is Too Realistic

In the corner of the underground commercial complex, a room full of sundries.

With the help of two assistants and several guerrilla soldiers, Maban quickly vacated the room of less than 20 square meters.

Borrowing three sets of tables and chairs and three beds from the warehouse, Ma Ban found a piece of wood to write on and hung it at the door. The alliance's office in Hope Town was officially established.

The work has just started, everything is simple.

For the poor conditions here, Ma Ban has long been prepared in his heart. After all, he and his compatriots lived here for a while a few months ago.

Standing at the door of the office, Yang Duo, the logistics director of Hope Town, looked a little embarrassed.

On the one hand, they really couldn't come up with good things to entertain this manager who parachuted from the new alliance, and on the other hand, he really didn't know how to face this person.

Ban...cough cough, Mr. Ma, long time no see.

Long time no see. Without any intention of greeting, Ma Ban replied concisely.

After thinking about these four words for a long time, Yang Duo couldn't figure out what this person was thinking, so he said carefully.

...I'm sorry about the migration, but you know the situation at that time, we have no more food. If we don't send some people away, all of us will starve to death.

Sending away is a euphemism.

More accurately, it should be called exile.

Traveling south through marauder-occupied territory was a narrow escape in itself. And whether the new alliance will deliver on their promises on the air is even more of an open question.

But one thing Yang Duo didn't lie.

Their food really can't feed so many people.

It wasn't just Maban and his people who were exiled, there were nearly 1,200 people, mainly from the survivor settlement in the north of Xizhou City.

The whereabouts of these people are still unknown, and it is not known whether they are alive or dead.

As far as the results are concerned, less than 30% of the people successfully reached Dawn City.

Ma Ban glanced at him, knowing that this guy probably misunderstood something, so he said frankly.

Understood, I didn't mean to blame you. Besides, we had a good time in Dawn City. Not only did they give us food and shelter, they even arranged jobs for us. It doesn't matter where you are from, as long as you prove your ability and Loyalty to the alliance can be reused... What about the thing I asked you for?

Here. Yang Duo smiled awkwardly, and hastily handed out the notebook in his hand.

This is the ledger of Hope Town's warehouse.

It records the entry and exit of every item, including food, salvage materials, and weapons stocks.

Without wasting time reminiscing about the past, Ma Ban took the ledger from him and glanced at it roughly.

After that, he will put the data into the warehouse through VM, and then hand it over to the inventory management staff sent by the new alliance.

After being merged into the new alliance's warehousing system, the input and output of every material in the warehouse will be audited by AI, including what is missing in which link, which material will be short in how many days... these information are all It can be seen at a glance.

Ma Ban had already seen the power of this system when he worked as a coordinator at a refugee home.

So before he took office, he decided that the first thing he did when he came here was to network the warehouses in Hope Town.

While scanning the ledger through the headset camera, Maban casually asked about the situation of the warehouse.

How many people are left in Hope Town, and how much food is consumed every day.

Facing Ma Ban's question, Yang Duo answered quickly.

The total population is 5,731, of which 30% are young and middle-aged, and the rest are the elderly, children, and women. Based on the daily ration of 300g for adults, the daily consumption—

1719.3 kilograms... That's nearly two tons of grain.

Turning over the ledger from beginning to end, Ma Ban couldn't help frowning when he saw the grain inventory of less than five tons and the poor income of less than 100 kilograms per day.

How did you survive until now?

Hearing these words, Yang Duo had a bitter expression on his face.

You have only been away from here for more than two months... Do you still need to ask this kind of question?

Ma Ban was silent for a while, and returned the ledger in his hand to him.

The alliance's assistance will continue for a period of time, and we will try our best to ensure a daily food supply of 2 tons until the new settlement is on the right track.

In addition, the sanitation problem must be resolved as soon as possible, and it must be resolved as the first priority task! This problem cannot be delayed, otherwise the disease and rat infestation will become more and more serious, and even cause a more serious plague. At that time, no amount of medicine will be enough. Can't stand it.

I need you to immediately mobilize all capable people in the town, and I will arrange work for them to carry out a planned general cleaning of the various areas of the temporary shelter, and at the same time clear more habitable people from the ruins of the commercial complex. areas and redesign areas of the shelter.”

The behavior of stuffing hundreds of people into one room must stop immediately. It is simply a breeding ground for diseases!

As for picking up rubbish... you can take a break for a while. The most urgent thing now is to solve the survival problem of the survivors, and all other problems have to be put aside.

Yang Duo stared blankly at the man standing in front of him.

Even though he hadn't seen him for two months, he felt that this guy had changed, so much so that he couldn't recognize him anymore.

Ma Ban paused for a moment, then continued.

Finally, those who unfortunately died...

Find a place to bury it.

...

With the mobilization order issued, the survivors of Hope Town quickly took action.

Of course, what really made them devote themselves to the cleaning work with enthusiasm was not because of Mayor Wu's mobilization, but because they could get extra food rations for participating in the cleaning work.

Although it is only a piece of green wheat cake weighing less than 150g, it is already a very generous reward for the survivors who have lived on the nutrient cream until now.

Maban divided the mobilized survivors into groups of ten and delineated the health ownership and division of labor in each area.

The goal of the first phase is to remove metabolites such as feces in corridors and rooms, and the second phase is to disinfect various areas of the shelter.

It's not just about hygiene.

At the same time, it is also for the survivors who live here to regain the courage to live, to eliminate the barriers between each other, and to rebuild cohesion.

Ma Ban, who once worked as a coordinator in a home for refugees, knows very well that the worse the environment, the more depressing it is, the less idle people can be.

It is also thanks to the work experience accumulated in the refugee home that he can be said to be handy when dealing with related issues, and his work is quickly on the right track.

On the other hand, while Ma Ban's work was progressing smoothly, Lu Bei also successfully took over the command of the guerrillas from the resistance organization.

only……

The situation here is even worse than Lu Bei imagined.

There are a total of 671 guerrilla members, of which less than half can really form combat effectiveness. And even those soldiers who can form combat effectiveness are mostly in poor health.

Not only that, their equipment is also very problematic.

Most of the weapons in the inventory are shoddy iron-pipe rifles, and most of the bullets are reloaded bullets with black powder as the propellant.

This kind of bullet not only has a surprisingly high rate of jamming, but also is extremely easy to explode due to the accumulation of dust in the barrel. Many people had their fingers blown off while making bullets, and this has become the main reason for the non-combat attrition of guerrillas in addition to diseases.

The next night, Lu Bei truthfully reported what he had learned to Chu Guang who was far away in Dawn City.

...The situation here is worse than we expected, not only their health status, but also the logistics that are almost non-existent. The iron-barrel rifles they use cannot form effective combat effectiveness at all, because of weapon failures and supply shortages The non-combat attrition has even exceeded the casualties caused by the marauders.

If you want them to be effective in combat, you need at least six hundred rifles and one million rounds of ammunition.

After listening to Lu Bei's report, Chu Guang thought for a moment, then spoke.

From now on, suspend all attacks. Weapons will be delivered soon. I need you to do everything possible to teach them how to fight in the shortest possible time, and fight in an organized way.

The day of our decisive battle with the Marauders is getting closer and closer. I need them to cooperate with the Burning Legion when necessary and cut off the retreat of the Fang clan to the north.

Lu Bei replied cleanly.

yes!

After the communication is over.

Chu Guang looked at the document thrown on the table.

This is a report from the front.

The Ya clan has already transported all armored units from Xizhou City to Songlinyu.

According to the footage captured by the drone and Vanus' knowledge of Dillon himself, the predators stationed in the northern position of Songlinyu have completed all preparations for the decisive battle.

The reason why he didn't do anything was probably waiting for an opportunity.

for example……

a heavy rain.

Although stagnant water and silt will have a certain impact on the propulsion of the tank, the impact on the propeller aircraft is obviously greater.

The propeller aircraft of the new alliance mainly rely on visual observation for bombing and firing, and the influence of weather on the combat efficiency of the aircraft cannot be ignored.

Obviously, the other party also noticed this, so they chose to sit still and wait for the opportunity.

After losing several battles in a row, those predators became much more cautious in tactics. Maybe Vanus was right, the other side had already replaced the front-line commander.

What they are about to face is no longer those elm-headed bandits, but the former captain of the legion, Dillon himself.

Regarding the other party's personnel appointment, although Chu Guang was vigilant, he was not overly worried.

While the opponent was consolidating the line of defense, his players were not idle. Now besides the densely packed trenches, there were also a large number of steel anti-tank repelling horses piled up on the southern side of Songlinyu.

This anti-tank horse is composed of three L-shaped metal strips, connected by rivets and bolts. After assembly, it looks like a three-dimensional triple cross. Even if it is directly hit by a shell, it is difficult to completely damage it.

This anti-tank weapon, known as the Czech Hedgehog, once filled the beaches of Normandy and the streets of Moscow.

It took less than a week for No. 81 Iron and Steel Plant to produce 500 anti-tank horses and send them to the front line by railway.

Although these 500 anti-tank repelling horses are not enough to fill a one-kilometer-long battle line, it is no problem to create some troubles for enemy tanks with digging holes and some other anti-tank traps.

Besides that, his little players have a whole bunch of surprises in store for the Marauders of the Bonechewers.

There are so many wonderful ideas, even Vanus can't help being dumbfounded when he heard it——

Is this an idea humans could come up with?

...The last few days have been cloudy, but I don't know when the rain will come down.

The day of the decisive battle is getting closer.

Looking at the mountains of documents on the table, Chu Guang leaned back on the sofa, gently stretching the sore brow between his tired eyes with his index finger.

All the preparatory work has been done.

The Burning Corps had bought enough preparation time for the front line, and other corps also successfully used this time to build the defense line in the southern part of Songlin Valley as solid as gold.

but……

The other party insisted on waiting for a heavy rain to start the decisive battle, but Chu Guang didn't expect it.

Originally, according to his vision, the opponent would launch an intensive offensive to the new alliance's position as soon as the preparations were completed.

And this time, there is a high probability that it will be at the end of the month.

However, to Chu Guang's surprise, the newly appointed commander was more cautious than he had imagined, and did not come up in a hurry.

Especially the last few days have been cloudy.

Most of the pilots of the Goblin Corps are novices, and they have never had any experience in fighting in rainy weather. If the Ya clan had really waited until this rainstorm, it would undoubtedly add a lot of variables to the battle situation.

What's more, these predators also prepared a lot of wonderful anti-aircraft weapons.

If only there was some way to force them out of the blast holes...

While closing his eyes and resting his mind while thinking, at this moment, Chu Guang suddenly felt a movement in his heart and suddenly sat up straight from the sofa.

Just now, he thought of a good idea.

Although it is a bit risky to do so, it is better than letting the other party take the initiative.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Chu Guang, who was holding the mouse, said softly.

Since you are so stubborn...

Then I'll give you a hand!

...

The position on the north side of Songlin Valley.

From the highlands to the forest at the foot of the mountain, the position nearly two kilometers deep is covered with criss-cross trenches and densely packed bomb craters.

The confrontation has lasted for more than half a month.

During this half month, the New Alliance poured at least a thousand shells towards the Ya Clan's position. Even just ten minutes ago, the rocket launchers of the New Alliance fired a salvo at the Ya clan's position.

However, this salvo did not cause many casualties to the marauders stationed here.

As early as a week ago, they had dug enough trenches and anti-bomb holes. Except for the occasional two unlucky ones who were killed by the bombing, in most cases, before the second round of shelling came, they had already Hid in the hole.

Compared with the intensive firepower coverage, these marauders squatting in the trenches are actually more afraid of the mortars of the New Alliance.

Those blue gophers are not usually cunning. Every time they take advantage of their patrolling position, they fire a cannon suddenly, which makes people hard to guard against.

Standing on the ground plowed by shells over and over again, Dillon, holding a telescope in his hand, looked towards the south with his brows furrowed.

Anti-tank refusal...

Hearing this sentence, Xiong Ya was stunned.

what is that?

Dillon didn't speak, and Tumen, who was standing next to him, took the conversation.

A kind of fortification that hinders the advancement of tanks...I didn't expect their steel production to be so abundant.

Hearing that it was just fortifications, Xiong Ya's face immediately showed a trace of disapproval.

Hehe, fortifications? No matter how strong the fortifications are, they are nothing but a pile of scum in front of our crawlers!

His confidence is not without reason.

On the way from the middle of the River Valley Province to the south, the Ya clan has experienced hundreds of battles, large and small.

No matter which battle it is, the moment they sacrifice those iron bumps, the word despair will be deeply engraved on their opponent's face.

No matter what kind of bunker it is, it is just like paper in front of the 100mm main gun.

And there is only one thing left for them to do, and that is to push forward while firing, shooting the defeated survivors, watching those timid garbage, like stunted cockroaches The same scattered and fled.

But now, they not only dispatched tanks, but also gathered all the tanks of the entire tribe! There are even two additional modified anti-aircraft trucks for each tank!

It's just a dream to stop them with just a few steel bars!

Dillon didn't refute Xiongya's words.

Although in his opinion, those predators driving tanks are like baboons who have picked up a rifle, not even half of the strength of Conqueror 10, but the performance of the equipment itself is enough to make up for this shortcoming.

They prepared twenty-seven tanks, nearly fifty anti-aircraft trucks, and five thousand light infantry for this battle.

This battle will completely smash all the combat power deployed by the new alliance on the northern front, and soon the industrial area of ​​Dawn City will fall into their hands.

At that time, they will completely clear the obstacles to going south, and the entire southern plain of the River Valley Province will be included in the territory of the Bonechewer Tribe.

It's just a rainstorm now...

It's nothing to be afraid of a few anti-tank refusals. Even if they plant a circle of anti-tank mines at the foot of the mountain, they can't stop our armored spearhead from penetrating their defense line. I'm just worried, they have other cards hidden...

With that said, Dillon handed the binoculars to Tumen who was standing aside.

Looking at his subordinates, he continued.

In a while, you send two scouting teams up to have a look, and mark the location of the anti-tank refusal horse, which will be used when making a battle plan.

The day of the decisive battle is getting closer, it may be today, or it may be tomorrow. From now on, we must be cautious in every step we take!

Tumen who took over the telescope stood up straight and said seriously.

yes!

Dillon nodded, turned and walked towards the trench.

However, at this moment, a cool feeling came from the tip of his nose.

Dillon raised his head involuntarily, and saw the bean-sized raindrops falling from the air one after another, hitting his hat brim and shoulders.

The days of May change as they say.

The bean-sized raindrops became denser and denser, and in less than a minute, it rained heavily on the battlefield.

There was a look of surprise on Dillon's face, and then it turned into ecstasy.

rain!

The rain finally fell!

Xiong Ya, who was standing by the side, reacted more excitedly than him, and saw the burly man open his arms excitedly, face up to the sky and laugh loudly.

It seems to be adding to the fun of this pouring rain.

Ha ha ha ha!

It seems that even God is on our side!

Just excited.

He looked at Dillon, and shouted excitedly regardless of the rain on his face.

What are we waiting for! Before those blue gophers' planes turn into rain-drenched flies, let's drive the tanks into their faces and crush their front teeth to pieces!

Dillon didn't speak, but stared at the sky intently, his thoughts spinning quickly.

Given the thickness of the dark clouds in the sky, once the rain started, it might not stop for a while.

Now is the best time to launch an offensive before the ground is soaked in mud by the rain...

While planning is important, sometimes timing is more critical than planning.

Without further hesitation, Dillon immediately took off the walkie-talkie hanging from his shoulder and pressed the button.

At the same time, in the mountain col five kilometers away, the voice amplified by the speakers resounded above the heads of the predators who were busy preparing.

Attention all units! Activate the No. 1 combat plan, everyone immediately take your guys and go to the battle position to gather!

Drive out our tanks, armored vehicles...all the moving vehicles!

The time for the decisive battle has come!

It's time to teach those nasty gophers a profound lesson!!

...

(Thanks to the leader of Big Ice Cube and The Adventurer's Beginning for the reward!!)