This Game Is Too Realistic

Nine p.m.

This point is the interval between shifts of Ya clan patrols.

This is for you.

The greyhound, whose face was full of exhaustion, yawned, picked up his rifle as usual, went downstairs to take a raft, and went to the guard post outside the Sixin District to change his defense.

They haven't had a good time these days.

The airborne troops of the new alliance seem to have made contact with the local guerrillas, and the gunfire in the east has become more frequent.

He could clearly feel that the combat quality and firepower of those guerrillas were much stronger than before.

In the past, those rats dared to shoot them coldly with iron-pipe rifles, but now they hid in the windows with automatic rifles and shot at them.

Some even used rocket launchers...

Make people hard to guard against!

Those paratroopers were not idle either. In addition to training guerrillas, they were also planning attacks themselves, and the scale was growing day by day.

Although the apostles of the Church of the Torch were able to kill a group from time to time, these people soon appeared from other places.

Greyhounds even have an illusion.

These people seem to be fighting more and more?

As a large number of armored troops and heavy firepower were drawn to the front line, the Ya clan was quite passive in the face of guerrilla attacks.

They have been forced to abandon a large number of checkpoints and outposts in the eastern city, effectively losing control of the eastern city.

Even if the number of patrols has increased to more than a hundred, they only dare to patrol during the day.

I hope I don't meet their paratroopers today...

The Greyhound who jumped onto the raft prayed silently in his heart, and sat down beside the other marauders.

It's been a very quiet night.

When the raft was about to sail out of Sixin District, it started to rain. Seeing the sudden rain, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

As we all know, the aircraft of the new alliance will only appear on sunny days.

Rainy days are annoying, but at least you don't have to worry about the top of your head.

How long will this war last?

It should be soon, said the man with the tattoo on his face, putting his rifle on the ground and looking at the rain in the sky. Our centurion said that the attack will start when the heavy rain falls.

The heavier the rain, the closer their death will be.

New Alliance aircraft are nerfed in rainy weather.

In the past, they only needed to deploy one tank to lay down a stronghold of survivors with a size of a thousand people. Now that so many tanks have gone to the front line, and they are still commanded by the so-called military god, Master Dillon, victory is as easy as breathing .

Thinking of this, the people who had been harassed by the guerrillas and paratroopers found some comfort in their hearts. Although the process is a bit difficult, as long as you can win, everything is worth it.

It is said that the northern suburb of Qingquan City is a fertile land flowing with milk and honey, where there are endless treasures and endless food.

Just as Greyhound was dreaming about the better days to come, there was a sudden 咻 sound from above his head. Before everyone could realize what had happened, a thick cloud of smoke exploded on the six-story building tens of meters away.

The concrete blocks were blown up and splashed in all directions, and when they landed on the water that filled the street, they splashed a series of water splashes and ripples. Amidst exclamations and curses, everyone lowered their bodies to avoid it.

Not far away, the split-claw crab, which was disturbed by the explosion, let out a hoarse growl like grinding teeth, and scrambled restlessly in the shallow water.

In the confusion, the marauders' raft tipped over the side of the road.

Grass!

Cannonball?!

Damn it, aren't those cannonballers awake? Why did they hit the cannonballs here! A savage-faced predator yelled cursingly.

A predator next to him trembled.

No... I don't think it will be crooked here even if it is not accurate.

It seemed to confirm his guess.

Soon another shell fell, but this time it was farther away from them, falling one or two hundred meters behind them.

Looking at the pitch-black water, Greyhound said nervously.

Let's find a place to hide first... There are a lot of split claw crabs here.

This sentence has been unanimously approved by everyone.

After tying the tattered raft to the side of the road, everyone quickly fled into the half-collapsed building on the side, and rushed to the second floor to hide.

There were constant explosions outside, shells fell one after another, some were as far as five or six hundred meters away, and some were even as close as the street under their feet.

Listening to the sound of cannons like thunder, the pairs of eyes hidden in the darkness were full of panic and bewilderment.

No one knew what was going on.

It is at least 20 to 30 kilometers away from Qingshi County, and there are nearly 30 tanks and five thousand-man teams in between.

They just want to know, where did these shells come from? !

...

It's not just the patrols scattered across the city who are suffering under the gunfire, but also the little guys who gather in the cells to have fun...

Even their chiefs and leaders.

Where did these shells come from!?

A roar echoed in the reinforced concrete blockhouse.

Since the entire Sixin District is submerged in water, most of the bunkers are built in semi-collapsed buildings instead of buried in the ground.

Hiding in the dark and cold blockhouse, Jin Fang's dark green face was full of rage and panic at the moment.

A few minutes ago, he was still curled up in the warm blanket, playing with the toy he bought in exchange for dinars from a trader in the Buguera Free State.

However, he had just entered the state, and before he had time to enter, a shell landed in the stinky ditch not far from his window.

Soon after another, the sound of cannons sounded.

The deafening roar made him fall off the bed in fright. He didn't even remember to put on his coat, so he rushed here dragging a body of more than 200 kilograms.

Hiding in this blockhouse with him are his confidants and cronies.

At this moment, everyone had the same expression of shock on their faces, not knowing what to do.

Reaching out to grab a confidant, Gold Fang roared loudly in his face.

Go to the south and see what happened!

Yes, yes! The confidant nodded quickly, and ran out scrambling.

Looking at the figure that disappeared at the door, Jin Ya finally calmed down and calmed himself down... Although the two mung bean-sized eyeballs were still full of shock and suspicion.

He took the clothes from his subordinates and put them on, found a sturdy chair and sat down, and began to think about what was going on.

To be honest, when the shells first started falling, he didn't think of the new alliance at all for the first time, but thought that the troops on the front line had betrayed him.

This is what worries him the most.

Although the commanders of the legion helped him win many battles, and Jinya also admitted that he could not have won so smoothly without Dillon's help, he still dared not hand over the command to those people because he was worried about those people. People are out of their control.

No matter how stupid his brain is, he can still feel it.

The bond between the former officers of the legion is much tighter than the bond between himself and other commanders and centurions.

That loyalty was something he had never seen on his own face.

Once that Dillon takes command, as long as he replaces the centurion and thousand commander with the original subordinates, it will be a matter of minutes to replace himself.

Originally, the predators believed in the law of the jungle, respecting the strong. Not to mention that two-thirds of the Ya clan are outsiders who joined them halfway, and they have no loyalty to themselves.

However……

This idea only stayed in Jin Ya's mind for two seconds.

He soon realized that the front-line troops he sent to Songlinyu were not equipped with indirect firepower such as 100mm artillery at all.

In this way, there are only two possibilities left.

Either the new alliance has come up with a super cannon that can effectively hit targets twenty kilometers—or even thirty kilometers away.

Either they pushed the artillery position to Songlinyu, or even the north side of Songlinyu...

No matter which possibility it is, it is undoubtedly bad news for him.

After spending several hours in the long wait, if it weren't for the occasional gunfire outside and the boredom in his heart, Jin Fang, who was sitting on the chair, could not help but doze off.

At this moment, footsteps finally came from outside, and his confidant who had been sent by him to inquire about the information before ran in hastily.

Seeing the expression on the confidant's face and the dodging gaze, Jin Ya's heart trembled suddenly, and he had vaguely guessed something.

Still he hadn't expected it.

The real situation is far worse than I imagined...

Songlin Valley is occupied by the new alliance?!

How can this be! !

After listening to his confidant's report, Jin Ya suddenly stood up from the chair, wishing he could grab the man by the collar and ask again.

Where are the five thousand-man teams stationed there?!

The confidant pressed his forehead to the ground, and said in a trembling voice.

It's all gone...

The chair made an overwhelmed creak.

Jin Fang, who slumped back on the chair, flashed panic, doubt, disbelief in his widened eyeballs...a series of expressions that were too complicated to describe.

Twenty-seven tanks!

Fifty anti-aircraft vehicles!

This is almost the entire property of the Ya clan!

In order to deal with those small planes, Jin Ya gave almost all the 10mm heavy machine guns that could be connected in series to the craftsmen in the tribe to modify them.

But now someone told him that all of these...

Gone?

...

Facing this pale reality, Jin Ya fell into a long silence in a daze.

He still remembered that before he set off, Dillon swore to him that he would be able to take down the industrial area and farmland in Dawn City at the cost of ten tanks at most.

Exchange limited equipment for unlimited supplies, this deal is sure to make a profit.

But now let alone Shuguang City, they didn't even see the shadow of Qingshi County, and the shells even fell into their lair!

The closed teeth gradually made a creaking sound, and the gold teeth that gradually began to rise and fall on the chest squeezed out a series of angry curses from the gaps between the teeth.

This group of trash who have done more than fail!

Where's Dillon?!

Where is that idiot now?

Tell him to come and see me!

Listening to the series of thunderous roars, the confidant who knelt on one knee trembled, not daring to take a breath for fear of being angered, so he spoke quickly and tremblingly.

Small, I don't know... We saw the army of the New Alliance near the col on the north side of Songlin Valley. They set up artillery there, stationed a lot of people, and there were scouts patrolling in the nearby woods.

Thinking that you are still waiting for us to report back, we didn't dare to take the risk of getting too close, so we thought about searching for the broken soldiers who had fled back, but we didn't find any of them.

Hearing this sentence, Jin Ya, who was furious, suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.

A drop of cold sweat slipped down from his forehead unconsciously, even extinguishing the burning anger in his chest.

None escaped? !

This means that the new alliance wiped out his entire five thousand-man teams in a short period of time...

And it is still under the protection of countless armors.

The commander and cronies around looked at each other, exchanging the horror and surprise in each other's eyes in silence.

At this time, a commander spoke.

Sixin District is a swamp country. The underground area is flooded. There is no way to build anti-gun holes here. The bunkers on the surface cannot withstand the continuous bombing...I suggest moving to a place a little north.

North? Do you want us to fight the guerrillas for the cave?

Guerrillas are to the east!

What's the difference? The underground tunnels in this city are all the same. They are familiar with the terrain there. If we hide in it, it's a dead end! Besides, how can more than 20,000 people hide in?!

At this time, someone suddenly raised his mouth.

Or... let's retreat north. Anyway, Xizhou City has nothing to offer, so just throw this rotten land to the new alliance.

Hearing this sentence, many people showed expressions of approval on their faces.

It makes sense...

Indeed, there are endless guerrillas here, and endless paratroopers, except for rats.

...and air strikes.

At worst, let's go east, join the Snake Clan and the others, and go around the eastern provinces...

Some people did not speak, but looked at their leader cautiously.

However, at this moment, Jin Ya suddenly slammed the table down.

enough!

Shut up for me!

Whoever dares to mention the retreat again, I will cut off his tongue and feed it to the dogs!

There was no sound in the room.

Looking at the subordinates who shut their mouths and said nothing, Jin Ya slowly calmed down the anger and heavy breathing in his heart.

He admits that he doesn't have Dillon's command ability, but that doesn't mean he's stupid.

retreat?

There is no possibility of retreat at all!

Not to mention that all the booty and slaves have to be thrown here, once he retreats, it means admitting the defeat of the Ya clan.

Those foreign tribes attracted by his prestige will soon abandon him and leave, set up their own family, or go back wherever they came from.

After crossing the tributary of Tianshui, if 20,000 people die, there will be more than 10,000 left. Anyway, it's all downsizing, so it's better to cut down on the battlefield and fight to the death with the new alliance!

He still has more than 20,000 people in his hands.

In real street fighting, he might not have no chance of winning!

Looking at the subordinates who shut their mouths and dared not speak, Jin Ya shouted angrily and ordered.

Take your subordinates and scatter around the city for me, and stare at every window and every building! Since those despicable and shameless gophers dare to come to the door, let them try Try it!

As for the shelling, bombing... let them just waste the shells. I want to see how many shells they have!

Everyone didn't dare to resist, let alone talk too much.

Even if he complained endlessly in his heart, he could only bow his head at this time.

Watching the figures retreating one after another and disappearing at the door, Jin Ya slowly relaxed his tense muscles and shoulders, and leaned against the back of the chair.

Looking up at the trembling ceiling amid the roar of artillery fire, a trace of madness appeared on his face.

bring it on!

Let me see!

Who has more people and whose knife is faster!

...

These fireworks are really beautiful...

On a half-collapsed tall building.

Holding the binoculars in his hand, Fang Chang was standing in the rain looking west, with a faint smile on his face.

As for Lao Bai, who was standing not far from him, he was checking the map, keeping in touch with the artillery team of the Goblin Corps through the VM and the headset equipped with camera equipment.

The impact point of the shell was corrected 500 meters to the northwest...don't worry, it's all recorded, and it will be passed on to you when it goes offline.

Just this afternoon, the new alliance pushed the artillery force from Qingshi County to the mountain depression five kilometers north of Songlinyu, bringing the entire south to west urban areas of Xizhou City under the coverage of indirect firepower.

The shelling officially began at nine o'clock.

The artillery team of the Goblin Corps, with the cooperation of the Burning Corps, carried out round after round of firepower attacks on the key outposts and fortifications built by the Ya clan in the Fourth New District.

However, shooting cannons is a very boring thing.

Especially since the Hummingbird hasn't been deployed yet, let alone watch the explosion, you can't even hear the sound of a shell exploding.

If you want to know the effect of the hit, you can either listen to the dictation of the frontline players on the radio, or you can only wait until you go offline and ask your good brothers to upload the video to the official website.

These predators are pretty smart, they actually know how to turn off the lights. Seeing the extinguished fires in the distance, Ye Shi said in surprise.

Lao Bai replied briefly.

It's normal. The super-long-distance indirect firepower needs to be guided by the frontline troops, report the coordinates of the shelling and the impact of the shells, and constantly correct the shooting elements. They can guess that we are reporting coordinates nearby, but they don't know where we are.

Rather.

These people are only now reacting.

It seems that Dillon's failure has dealt a big blow to the prestige of those consultants in the tribe.

Normally speaking, when the first shell fell, they should have realized the problem and put out all the open flames on the position.

Stop talking nonsense, it's time to work, Gu Feng, carrying a lot of wires and speakers on his back, patted Ye Shi on the shoulder, Come and help me.

...

Camps separated by tens of kilometers.

Players standing near the 100mm artillery are studying the target for the next round of shelling.

In the past few hours, they have fought more than a dozen rounds, pouring nearly two hundred 100mm grenades towards the Sixin District one after another.

At the same time, in a tent not far from the artillery position, a prisoner of war wearing headphones was sitting in front of a recording device, nervously reading a manuscript in his hand.

...I am Wabu, the centurion under Xiongya's account. I am from the Bugra Free State. I had a decent job, but I was fooled by greed and lured here.

I repent for the crimes I committed in the past, and I hope that those who come from the Buguera Free State or other regions like me can wake up in time... There is no fertile soil flowing with milk and honey, only rivers of blood , piles of corpses.

Wake up, how long have we been in Xizhou City? How many brothers have died in meaningless battles? Sleeping with rats, cutting flesh from corpses to eat... How long has it been since we had a decent lunch ? How long are we going to be tricked by that fat pig sitting on a pile of human bones?

read here.

The more Wabu thought about it, the more he felt really wronged.

When he was in the Buguera Free State, he could drink twice in three days, but since he came to Xizhou City, let alone wine, he almost lost his life.

Emotions came to him, and he couldn't help but raise his voice.

...The looters of Xizhou City, the army of the new alliance is approaching the city, and the cannon fire last night is the ultimatum!

Your Chief of Staff Dillon has been killed, Xiong Ya and other commanders have surrendered. You have no chance of winning in front of the planes and cannons of the New Alliance. The outcome of this war has long been doomed, and surrender is your only way out!

The new alliance does not kill prisoners of war, but gives preferential treatment to prisoners who voluntarily surrender. As long as you take leaflets, whether you go to the local guerrillas or come to the south to directly find the patrol team of the new alliance, the alliance promises with credibility that we will guarantee your safety. .”

If someone is obsessed—

Then use death to pay for your sins!

Finished reading the manuscript in hand.

Wabu turned his head tremblingly, and looked at the azure blue power armor standing at the entrance of the tent.

Respect, my lord, I have finished reading the manuscript you gave me... May I ask if you have any other orders, your most loyal servant is willing to serve you.

Flattery and flattery were written all over that face.

However, Chu Guang ignored him, just looked at the soldiers standing aside, and said briefly.

Take it down and watch.

The soldier looked serious and stood up to salute.

yes!

Later, there was a tank commander, and Chu Guang also prepared a manuscript for him, mainly for the former officers of the legion.

Once the news of Dillon's disastrous defeat at Pinewood Valley spreads, the status of those officers in the Bonechewer tribe is bound to plummet.

These people are also the targets of instigation.

Even if there is no instigating rebellion, you can give them some eye medicine.

After the H-1 flew over to drop the leaflets tomorrow, the Burning Corps deployed more than a dozen loudspeakers near the Fourth New District to broadcast the recordings of capitulation without interruption while the shelling was in between.

After Wabu was taken down, a man with bandages all over his body was brought in.

His name was Baglo, and he was a tank commander. Surprisingly, this guy actually jumped out of the tank before it was blown up.

Of course, what surprised Chu Guang even more was that this guy was not Dillon's subordinate, let alone the 210,000th team.

It is from the 140,000th unit of the Legion Expeditionary Force-a corps built of armored units such as tanks and infantry fighting vehicles.

Looking at the recording equipment, Baglo had already guessed what the man in power armor was going to do to him, so he said bluntly.

Do I need to play it myself, or read the manuscript?

Chu Guang pointed to the table next to him with his chin.

The manuscript is right there, and you can play it yourself first, and then read it according to the manuscript. But before that, I want to ask you one thing.

Baglo, who was walking towards the recording equipment, stopped.

What's up.

Chu Guang looked at him with interest.

Have you guys made an appointment?