This Game Is Too Realistic

Hearing Chu Guang's words, Baglo froze for two seconds and said hesitantly.

An appointment means...

Chu Guang continued to ask.

Most of the prisoners of war we caught from the Legion were from the 210,000th team of the Expeditionary Army, that is, the subordinates of the ten thousand man named Dillon. They claimed to be the bone-chewing tribe who followed their superiors...so you are also that Dillon. Long's subordinates?

Barguero shook his head and said.

I used to belong to the 140,000th team...

I know, Chu Guang looked into his eyes, and said straight to the point, What makes me curious is how you became the tank commander of the Ya clan.

Seems to be stuck in memory.

Baglo paused for a moment before speaking.

About the year before last, the 140,000th team I belonged to was hit hard in the battle against the Great Rift Valley. I almost thought I was going to die, but I was lucky to survive...

You are really lucky, let's get straight to the point. Chu Guang glanced at the bandages on his body and continued.

...I didn't go back to join the expeditionary force, and I couldn't go back at all, so I went to the Buguera Free State in the south of the Great Rift Valley, and found a job as a mechanical repairman there, barely able to support myself. However One day I went to a pub for a drink, and I happened to meet my former boss, who said he would introduce me to a new job.

Tanking the Marauders?

Baglow was silent for a while, but finally chose to confess.

He told me that a friend of his got a batch of tanks, but couldn't find professional drivers, and if I was interested in going back to the old business and training them for a group of professional drivers, they would pay me five at a time. Wandenar's remuneration. If there is an attendance mission, there will be additional rewards, and there may be a chance to go home.

Chu Guang slightly raised his eyebrows.

And you went to Gold Tooth's?

Baglo shook his head and said helplessly.

That was later... At first he introduced me to a well-known local arms dealer named 'Flint'. I thought I would get a job as a training instructor and bodyguard at first, but I didn't expect them to send me I packed it with the tank and sold it to the Bonechewer.

Chu Guang joked.

So you're still a victim?

I don't intend to defend myself, reason is not important at all, is it? Baglo said calmly, If you lose, you lose. I lost to you and my arrogance... Now I It's your captive, that's all.

This guy has quite a personality.

Chu Guang didn't fully believe this guy's rhetoric, and he really didn't care much about whether he was a predator voluntarily or forced to become a predator.

However, from what he said, Chu Guang caught two pieces of information that concerned him.

[The relationship between the arms dealers in the Buguera Free State and the Bone Chewing Tribe may not be as simple as business dealings, the latter seems to be supported by the former. 】

as well as--

[The legion is very likely to be involved! 】

Although Chu Guang had heard about the Buguera Free State a long time ago, he said that there was a survivor settlement near the Great Rift Valley in the north, and there was a group of people who handled the stolen goods for the looters and sold them some good things by the way. peddler.

However, Chu Guang didn't take this matter to heart at the time. After all, Honghe Town had also done business with the Bonechewer Tribe before, and such things were too common in the wasteland.

Now it seems that this matter may not be as simple as I imagined.

Chu Guang wrote down this clue casually, looked at Baglo and continued to ask.

Last question, what's your chief's name? What's his rank?

Although these are two questions, Baglow still answered truthfully.

Kondra, the commander of the 140,000th expeditionary force... is about the same level as Dillon.

Is it Condela?

Chu Guang said thoughtfully.

knew.

Baglo looked at the recording equipment on the side, then at Chu Guang, and asked Chi Chi.

Can I...can I start?

Turning off the screen projected on the inside of the helmet's eyepiece, Chu Guang nodded.

let's start.

...

the next day.

Jinya, who was tortured all night by the shelling of the new alliance, finally waited for the sunrise of the second day in the torment.

The heavy rain rested for a while, and the sky was sunny.

Gold Tooth filled the streets of the southern city with roadblocks that prevented vehicles from advancing, and deployed a thousand-man team in half-collapsed ruins and alleys, preparing and marching towards the city with the new alliance soldiers Fight to the death.

However--

The decisive battle that Jin Ya and his subordinates had imagined did not come.

After the troops of the new alliance pushed the front line to the southern suburbs of Xizhou City, they stood still and even dug trenches under their noses.

Of course, Jin Ya couldn't bear to build fortifications in front of his own house, so he immediately mobilized a reserve team of a thousand people and ordered them to go to stop it and explore the reality of the new alliance by the way.

However--

Something that made him desperate soon happened.

The thousand-man team almost came out of the city, and before they even touched the new alliance's position, they were hit by fierce firepower.

Two quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft trucks hid on both sides of the ruins of the viaduct in the south of the city in the middle of the night yesterday. The fronts of the trucks were covered with camouflage cloth, and their muzzles were leveled and aimed at the urban area in the north.

When the group came into view, Brother Mole didn't immediately give the order to fire, but let them go for a while.

It wasn't until they got close to a distance of about 400 meters that the group finally discovered the abnormality in front of them. Brother Mole put down the binoculars and shouted excitedly.

Give me a hard hit!

The two quadruple anti-aircraft guns fired in unison, unleashing a ferocious rain of bullets.

The series of bang bang bang— cannons sounded like a curse to urge death, and the fired 20mm high-explosive bombs created a rain of fire in the air.

Under the cover of crossfire, the thousand-man team that went out of the city to face the battle suffered heavy casualties in an instant, and was pinned behind the bunker and could not move.

Ahhh—my leg! The predator, missing a leg, lay behind the pile of rubble, hugging his knees and howling in pain.

At this time, several mortar shells landed on their positions one after another, which immediately made their situation worse.

The centurion's eyes were blood red, and anger and panic flickered in his eyes. Although he wished to cut off the heads of those blue gophers to make wine jugs, the fear of death finally prevailed.

He yelled in panic behind him.

Boss! Their firepower is too strong!

Without the protection of tanks...we can't rush through!

The implication——

Withdraw.

However, their commander obviously did not intend to retreat, and Lord Jinya's orders made him nowhere to retreat...

Everyone spread out and crawl forward! Their shells are limited, and we will be the winner if we rush to a distance of 200 meters! The commander of the looters who came to the front line to command in person roared frantically, Their mortars are already on their way. If you don't want to die, move for me!

Who dares to withdraw—

I will kill him now!

Hearing these words, despair appeared in the eyes of almost all the predators.

The front is the muzzle of the new alliance, and the back is the muzzle of their own people. They are caught in the middle, and there is a dead end going forward and back.

Under the constant urging and intimidation of the commander, the predators lying on the ground began to move forward in desperation.

Looking at the position ahead, Fugui, the elf king standing behind half of the pier, looked at Brother Mole who was directing the shooting and shouted.

They were only 250 meters away from us.

Irena, who was standing under the pier, said in surprise.

Good guy, you're climbing pretty fast.

The ultimate range of the Iron Fist Bazooka is about this distance, and if you climb another fifty or sixty meters, the predators will be able to fight back.

There were already bullets whizzing towards this side, making tinkling and scratching noises on the welded steel plates of the truck.

The mole on the run in the canyon put down the binoculars in his hand, and waved his right hand backwards.

withdraw!

Two anti-aircraft vehicles began to retreat.

The two trucks deployed at the rear slowly raised the muzzles carried behind them, and aimed at the forward-moving predators, and two 88mm grenades smashed past them.

The shock wave and billowing dust from the explosion took over the firepower of the anti-aircraft guns and briefly suppressed the advancing marauders.

And at this moment, one hundred and fifty strong men from the Jungle Corps rushed into the battlefield.

Seeing that the anti-aircraft guns finally drove away, the marauders had not had time to get excited, and the machine gun fire that came from them pushed them to the ground again just about to stand up and charge.

A KV-1 exoskeleton welded with steel plates is on the front, and the configuration of a LD-47j light machine gun in each hand, the firepower has not decreased but increased compared to before!

Looking at the battle situation ahead, a trace of despair finally appeared on the face of the commander who came to the front line to command.

these people……

Totally the devil!

Probably seeing the tragic situation on the front line, a signal flare rose from behind. Seeing the two green lights rising into the sky, the commander finally breathed a sigh of relief, and shouted to the brothers on the front line.

retreat!!

The looters, who were almost crawling under the guns of other people, wanted to scold their mothers when they heard this sentence, but it was always a good thing to be able to retreat.

The marauders in the rear fired forward, covering the retreat of the brothers in front.

However, at this moment, a silver cross flew over them without a sound, and suddenly began to unleash ferocious artillery fire.

Facing the rain of fire that fell from the sky, not only the thousand-man team that went out of the city to fight was stunned, but also the defenders squatting inside the city.

What is this? !

Previously, although the planes of the New Alliance often shit on their heads, those gliders made of wood, they can still use the rifles in their hands to sweep two shuttles, especially when those planes dive, they even still Hit it down once or twice.

However, the planes that came this time were different from the previous ones. Not only did they not intend to come down at all, they even fired directly outside their shooting range.

What a mess!

Dazed by the artillery fire from all directions, the thousand-man team that went out to face the city could no longer maintain their morale, and fled back in a split second.

There were still 1,121 people when we left the city, and we couldn’t even make up two centurions when we came back, and none of the survivors died.

Looking at the remnants of the defeated soldiers who had been beaten into disgrace, the looters squatting in the bunkers and behind the windows all swallowed involuntarily, feeling the same panic in their hearts.

Facing such a formidable opponent...

Do they really have a chance?

At this moment, a transport plane flew over the heads of the crowd, the predators squatting on the street fled to the alley, and the predator standing by the window hurriedly buried their heads to avoid it.

The sound of the new alliance's propellers has become a fear etched into their DNA.

But soon they unexpectedly discovered that what was dropped this time was not a bomb, but leaflets falling like snowflakes...

...What is this? Carefully picking up a piece of paper from the ground, Greyhound unfolded it and glanced at it.

The workmanship of these papers is very rough, with a line of writing on the front and a picture on the back.

He was illiterate and couldn't understand what the word meant, but he could see clearly the next few pictures. One picture showed a body that was stumbling around, and the number written next to it was probably the number of people killed. As for the background, it should be Songlin Valley.

Another depicts groups of captives receiving food from a cauldron, bowls in hand.

In addition, there are several black and white photos printed below.

Among them, he recognized Dillon, with a cross drawn on the portrait, and there were lion teeth, bear teeth beside it...the others were probably commanders, but he didn't know any of them.

These should be captives...

There was a hint of surprise in Greyhound's eyes, and it was also a bit complicated.

At this time, there was a whisper from the side.

Becoming a prisoner of the alliance can save your lives... With this leaflet, you can surrender yourself and be promoted to the supervisor of the prisoner of war camp.

Greyhound looked aside and saw a short man muttering softly with a leaflet in his hand.

Noticing Greyhound's gaze, the man was visibly panicked and quickly hid the flyer.

But Greyhound didn't say anything, just walked over as if nothing happened, and hooked his shoulder with his hand.

What is written on this paper?

The man replied timidly.

No, it's nothing...it's about persuading surrender.

Greyhound subconsciously asked, Isn't it written how to surrender? Just walk over with the flyer? What if you are beaten to death?

The man glanced at Greyhound in surprise, then quickly glanced left and right. Seeing that no one noticed this, he immediately whispered quickly.

Just hold up the leaflets... don't carry a weapon. The soldiers of the New Alliance and the guerrillas don't shoot, and you don't want to? Together we can—

Okay, stop talking, Greyhound quickly stopped him, staring at him with threatening eyes, Just pretend that what happened today never happened, you didn't say anything, I didn't ask anything, Do you remember?

The man nodded nervously.

Greyhound patted him on the shoulder, turned around and returned to his seat, and he quietly hid the flyer in his pocket.

He didn't know why he was asking these questions.

He obviously didn't think about surrendering.

However, after seeing the miserable conditions of the friendly soldiers who went out to fight against the city, he still didn't have the courage to throw away the leaflet...

Think of it as leaving a way out.

Greyhound comforted himself in his heart, and temporarily put the matter aside.

However, at this moment, the broadcast suddenly sounded in the city.

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

The loud voice echoed over the city.

Listening to the deafening broadcast, the predators looked at each other, and everyone saw confusion in each other's eyes.

Especially when they heard that the invincible Dillon had died in battle, and their proud tanks had all been destroyed...

This is far more desperate than the shelling that lasted all night yesterday.

...

These shameless cowards! Bugs! Cockroaches! Cowards!

The people of the new alliance did not enter the city, but dropped leaflets to persuade them to surrender, which Jin Ya never thought of.

What he didn't expect was that they actually set up a radio under their noses to trick those weak-willed bastards into surrendering.

surrender?

These two words do not exist in the Bonechewer Tribe!

These dirty gophers actually... use such a despicable method!

After tearing the leaflet in his hand into flakes, Jin Fang, who had vented his anger, looked at the subordinates in the room who dared not speak.

After you go down, check me one by one!

If there is any coward who dares to hide leaflets or talk about those things on the radio, I will peel off his skin and hang it on the window!

Also - keep an eye on your respective defense zones. If they set up the radio again, give me the first time to go up and dismantle it!

Everyone lowered their heads tremblingly, no one dared to say anything, they could only nod their heads.

yes……

After coming out of the room, everyone's faces were filled with gloom, they didn't dare to stay here any longer, and hurriedly walked towards the outside of the blockhouse.

The leader is already crazy...

Yan Ya glanced at the door behind him, swallowed and muttered softly.

Yun Ya, who was standing next to him, heard this sentence, frightened, quickly gestured with his index finger to silence, and then glanced left and right.

Shh... don't talk nonsense, do you want to die?!

Yan Ya shrank his neck, immediately closed his mouth and did not speak again.

Although their leader was also very cruel before, but compared with now, it is simply nothing. Last night, a man was hacked to death on the bed just because he mentioned the matter of evacuation. His body was hung on the lamp stand, and a sign saying coward was hung around his neck.

Now the entire tribe, no matter if it is direct lineage or collateral lineage or external lineage, no matter it is the minion below or the leader above, all are shrouded in an atmosphere of terror, and everyone is in danger...

When Dillon was still around, he could persuade him a few words, but now, this guy can't listen to anyone's opinion.

The thought of running away suddenly appeared in Yan Ya's mind, and even he himself was startled by this thought.

He has fought all the way here from the northern part of the River Valley Province. He can be considered a man who has experienced many battles, but this is the first time that such a cowardly idea has occurred...

...

Wasteland OL official website.

As the war came to an end, more and more battle videos and screenshots were released, and the forum became more and more popular.

Each corps took turns to show off their achievements. Not only did the players enjoy watching it, but also the cloud players who had not yet qualified for the beta test also had a great time watching it.

Awesome! Stukas are all out!

Damn Stuka, is it just a dive bomber?

Gunboat! Air gunship!

It looks like a C-47, and a bit like a TB-3...but it's electric. What kind of battery can match the energy density of fuel?! And the aluminum alloy material is also awesome, the 37mm gun The recoil is not small, it’s still firing continuously.”

Haha, I heard that the setting is solid hydrogen.

Using fuel cells to make propeller planes?! Awesome!

It's all solid hydrogen, why don't you just put it on the hair dryer? (Funny)

It's probably to save costs. I saw that in yesterday's battle, the rockets seemed to have only fired one round, and the latter was basically bombarded with heavy artillery.

I think it's better to point out the tank first than to develop the aircraft. How about getting an electric T-72?

Solid hydrogen brand lighter? Why don't we just put fuel on it honestly, that's safer. (Funny)

The focus of cloud players is mostly on those unscientific equipment and overhead technologies that are almost impossible to achieve in reality.

As for the players...

Most of the focus is on the gameplay and strategy of the game.

For example, the fleeing mole in the canyon created a special post to show off that he was the one who drew the surrender leaflets dropped by the New Alliance plane!

But everyone obviously doesn't care about his painting skills, especially when he draws things other than notebooks.

The post went viral quickly.

Stronger than others: Speaking of leaflets, I found an easter egg.

Mole on the run in the canyon: What eggs?

The strong man said: Hey, I think it's a pity that some leaflets were left in places where no one was around. I was afraid that the looters would not find them, so I secretly picked up some and stuffed them into the room where they slept. As a result, in the afternoon, I wanted to go back. Take a look at the effect of the persuasion to surrender, but no one surrendered, and all five people in a room were hung out of the windows.

Fang Chang: Damn it!?

Ye Shi: 6666!

Yaya: Wait, why did you hang it outside the window? Σ(дlll)

Makabazi: Do you even need to ask? You are their leader. If you see your subordinates wanting to run away, why don't you do something?

Yaya: It's so miserable...

Don't talk about it: What's the matter, it will be even worse if you are caught by them.

Irena: Not necessarily, if you say it, maybe it's not miserable, rounding it up means it's not miserable at all. (Funny)

Yaya: Get out! ( # ｀д')╰ひ╯

Mole on the run in the canyon: Hey, Brother Mouse is still vicious.

Elf King Fugui: Qi Shi, this is too vicious. (Funny)

Strong people are difficult: ??? What is viciousness! I am obviously kind! Are you polite?

Paddle on the edge: Hey, Shi Ke can't be humiliated, you've already touched their house, you should give them a good time.

The strongman is difficult: I think so too, the problem is that I can't beat it! T.T

Picking up trash level 99: Hahahaha!

...

night.

Chu Guang, who was resting in the tent, was browsing the forum through VM.

When he saw his little players vividly describing the set of coquettish operations, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

...This is too much punishment!

The operation of stuffing leaflets under other people's pillows and pockets is not the most sao.

There are also those who wait by the side of the building where the radio is installed, and even install trip wire grenades in the corridor...

To stabilize faltering morale, the Marauders had to suffer casualties while venturing deep into tenuously controlled urban areas to dismantle roof-mounted horns strapped to walls, hidden among the wreckage of abandoned buses.

But they soon discovered that this was futile.

The local guerrillas were far more familiar with the terrain outside the Fourth New District than they were. They often removed the horns on the north side and installed the horns on the south side.

It's like pressing a gourd to pick up a ladle, caring about one end but not the other end.

The Burning Legion and the local guerrillas roaming around the city only need a loudspeaker to keep a whole hundred-man squad busy for half a day.

Throughout the day, the raiders in the city have not been idle...

in the communication channel.

Ma Ban, stationed in Hope Town, while routinely reporting the work progress to Chu Guang, also reported the situation of persuading the surrender.

...Up to now, we have taken over a hundred captives here. I was worried that spies from looters might be mixed in, so I didn't take them to Hope Town, but placed them in an abandoned subway station in the east of the city. In the station, the guerrillas are currently watching them.

After a pause, Maban continued to ask.

Do you want to keep these people?

Chu Guang smiled lightly and said, Keep it. We say we won't kill the prisoners, so we can't keep our word. Besides, it's useful to keep them. Those prisoners of war must be taken care of.

When a person dies, he only needs a handful of soil, and when he is alive, he can still use it as a dry battery. With the minimum living standard ration, he does not need much food.

There are still many resources that can be developed around Xizhou City. Those jobs that ordinary people don't want to do must be done by someone.

When this war is over, the number of prisoners of war will probably be greater than the population of the new alliance. It is not realistic to rely on the few people of the NPC Corps to manage tens of thousands of people.

Those who surrender first will be overseers, and those who surrender later will be coolies. At that time, he only needs to choose a few guards and put those overseers under control.

Those captives who were the first to surrender and those captured on the battlefield were naturally on opposite sides. In order to prove their loyalty and different, they will work harder to express themselves and take the initiative to draw a line with other prisoners of war.

Probably guessing the manager's intentions, Ma Ban said with a knowing smile.

I see what you mean!

Chu Guang nodded.

It's good to understand, is there anything else?

There is one last thing. After a pause, Maban continued, Among the captives who surrendered today...someone brought a message.

letter?

Sitting up straight from the chair, Chu Guang said with interest.

Whose message?

A commander named Yanya, Maban said cautiously, that messenger claims to be Yanya's confidant, and they are in charge of the defense line on the west side of the Fourth New Area.

Chu Guang glanced at the map.

The west side of the Fourth New District is connected to Xizhou Lake, which is a submerged shoal and swamp. The environment and terrain are dangerous, easy to defend and difficult to attack. It is precisely because of this that the Ya clan may not deploy too many people there.

But he will definitely arrange his confidants there.

Chu Guang's heart moved slightly.

What else did he say?

Maban continued.

The messenger said that their commander was willing to surrender to us, and wanted to ask if we could show him a way out...

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(Don’t dare to talk nonsense, just let everyone laugh... The next chapter Northern Expedition Expansion Pack is over, and the following chapters will be about the Great Rift Valley, Enterprise, and Legion.)