This Game Is Too Realistic

Outpost reception room.

Yi Chuan, who came from the embassy street, finally caught Chu Guang who had just come out of the refuge, and he got straight to the point when they met.

Macron in your hand?

Chu Guang stared at him twice, then nodded.

That's right.

Yi Chuan was slightly taken aback.

He thought that Chu Guang would shirk or pretend to be ignorant, but he didn't expect to admit it directly.

Seeing that this guy didn't speak for a long time, although Chu Guang guessed what he probably wanted to say, he still asked politely.

Any questions?

After recovering, Yi Chuan coughed lightly.

Uh, it's not a big deal. The council asked me to ask you if you can send McClenn to our side for detention. After all, he is an important war criminal. It's still a bit inappropriate for you to send people to dig coal... and it will Affect the subsequent ceasefire negotiations.

Ceasefire negotiations? Chu Guang gave him a strange look, Where are you going now?

Knowing that Chu Guang would react in this way, Yi Chuan continued patiently.

We have liberated the No. 9 oasis, and captured McClenn... We have enough chips in our hands to allow the Legion to sit down on the negotiating table honestly.

About what?

Of course it is a retreat. Their supply line has been paralyzed and they have no ability to continue to attack. Our side will not be able to gnaw at their defense line in a short time. Continuing to fight is nothing but a war of attrition, consuming each other's vital strength... The ceasefire already has a realistic basis. , they will consider it.

Seeing what Chu Guang was going to say, Yi Chuan said quickly.

Don't rush to veto it, why don't you listen to our proposal first.

Chu Guang nodded, his eyes beckoning him to continue talking.

Yi Chuan paused and continued.

We plan to exchange the crew of the Pioneer with McLenne and other prisoners of war, as well as the Iron Heart. As for the issue of No. It will make you pay for nothing. As compensation, we will leave the Trailblazer to you, what do you think?

Objectively speaking, this proposal is quite sincere.

A Pioneer is indeed much more useful to the alliance than a frigate-core modified airship. That thing is a mobile industrial zone. As long as the supply of raw materials is sufficient, it can easily solve the supply of a division.

Otherwise, the legion would not be so coveted, chasing and intercepting, and even sending the Iron Heart to chase Luo Hua after a lot of trouble.

However, there was still a trace of displeasure on Chu Guang's face.

Is he the type to sell out allies for profit?

Where is Oasis No. 3?

Yi Chuan froze for a moment, and looked at Chu Guang with a strange expression, as if surprised by his sudden mention of this insignificant place name.

Seeing that Chu Guang was not joking, Yi Chuan regained his composure and said in a serious tone.

It's unrealistic for the legion to give up the occupied areas, but we can put pressure on them to force the legion's own troops to withdraw from the No. 3 oasis... As for the rest, the survivors in Luoxia Province will solve it themselves.

Although this is a statement of high emotional intelligence, the implication is obvious, that is, to sell the honey badger kingdom.

There is nothing wrong with doing so.

The enemy of the enemy is a friend who can be united, but this temporary friendship is established when the fight needs to continue.

As long as a ceasefire can be achieved and the Legion stops continuing to expand eastward, it is just an oasis, and it can be sacrificed from the standpoint of an enterprise.

Originally, those people were not on this chariot, they just happened to be squatting in the same trench, and they could only be blamed for not being able to resist for a week.

To be honest, Chu Guang didn't want to fight either. The alliance was just in its infancy, and it was time for development. Of course, peace was more in the interests of the alliance.

But only if there is real peace.

It's not that both sides take a breath and then get up and continue fighting.

Even if we have to leave it to the survivors of Luoxia Province to solve it themselves, it should be after we liberate the No. 3 oasis and disarm the Falcon Kingdom.

After hearing this, Yi Chuan was stunned for two seconds, then said with a wry smile.

My friend...do you find this realistic?

Why not? Chu Guang asked back.

Yi Chuan reminded him.

The legion dispatched ten clone regiments to the front line.

Chu Guang said without hesitation.

Of course we will.

Yi Chuan couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

What about after it's settled? How about they send another ten clone teams over? How much consumables do they need every two years? Can you kill them all?

Because we can't kill them all, we plan to solve this problem once and for all, Chu Guang stared into his eyes seriously, My friend, didn't we agree to drive out all the wolves together? go out?

...that's the general goal, we don't expect to achieve it once, it's not realistic at all, Yi Chuan shook his head, and continued earnestly, Let's accept it as soon as it's good.

Chu Guang's expression didn't change.

If you see a good deal, you have to wait until the beating is over, not halfway through. Our people lost a lot of blood, and finally gained a little advantage and grabbed the jackal by the throat. If we don't take this opportunity to kill it My neck is broken and I won't be able to sleep.

Yi Chuan was silent for a while.

Perhaps there would be no progress even if he continued, he sighed as if giving up, and said in a retreat.

Going back to the first question, at least to have General McLennan extradited to our side—

However, his concession did not bring about the compromise of his allies, Chu Guang still said with a reticent look, shaking his head.

Now is not the time to discuss the placement of prisoners of war. Even if we want to discuss it, we have to wait until the battle is over.

Seeing that this guy didn't budge even a single step, Yi Chuan almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, and said with a blushing face.

I can't explain to the council like you!

Seeing the expression on his face, Chu Guang knew that he was going to push this honest man into a hurry, so he quickly put on a soothing tone.

It's not that I want to embarrass you, it's that the entire alliance will not agree to a truce at this time... Well, I promise you that this war will end before the end of the year.

Yi Chuan gritted his teeth.

What if it doesn't end before the end of the year?

Chu Guang said in a relaxed tone.

If the end of the year is not over, then I will agree to your conditions and sit down with the legion to talk.

...

Personal friendship is one thing, and collective interests are another. When negotiating on behalf of the alliance and the enterprise, Chu Guang did not save too much face for Yi Chuan.

The reason why McLenne was thrown into the coal mine was that he didn't want this guy to have too much contact with the enterprise and leave too many illusions for old friends on the East Coast.

The council is composed of many people, and the opinions of the majority will inevitably fluctuate with the number of votes.

The two seemingly contradictory positions of unwavering support and don't want to fight for the money are not contradictory when placed on the enterprise. It is better to say that this is the norm.

Chu Guang knows very well that when the attitude should be tough, he must be tough, and he must not be embarrassed just because he eats soft rice.

If I make an opening and hand over McCollen to the company, the council on the east coast will soon start arguing about whether or not to use McCollen to negotiate with the Legion alone, in case something goes wrong Come, it will add more variables to the battle situation.

At least in this war, he didn't think it was a matter of debate.

After leaving from Chu Guang, Yi Chuan returned to the Embassy Street, worrying about how to write the report to the council.

It happened that Yun You was also here at this time, and seeing the frowning expression on his face, he couldn't help but speak.

Is there a result?

Yi Chuan shook his head.

without.

Yunyou frowned slightly, and lowered her arms.

I'll go talk to him.

Yi Chuan quickly stopped her.

Don't... Finally made some progress, take your time, leave this to me.

Yun You stared at him twice, then suddenly said.

With all due respect, you are too used to them.

We spent more than a billion yuan to help them fight this war and help them upgrade their industries. We are the investors! If you don't speak hard, those survivors will only think you are a bully, and even take an inch to ride on your head , as it is now... If you do not do well, I will submit a report to the council and ask them to change representatives who can represent the interests of the enterprise.

Yi Chuan didn't know how to refute, so he said with a wry smile.

I'll try again...give me some time.

...

Unable to stand up to Yi Chuan's stubbornness, Chu Guang finally made a concession, and transferred McLennan and his adjutant from the coal mine in Xizhou City and sent them to a separate small room.

That's not exactly what the Council is asking for.

But according to Yi Chuan, by the end of the month, Ideal City plans to send reporters over to interview General McLennan and other captured officers.

If those reporters were to know that the alliance was suspected of abusing prisoners, it would undoubtedly reduce the image that the alliance had built with great difficulty.

According to Yi Chuan, the residents of Ideal City hope to see the alliance persuade people with reason, and use the brilliance of civilization to influence those prisoners of war, making them realize that their actions are wrong and barbaric, and repent from the bottom of their hearts.

Chu Guang naturally disdains this.

Since ancient times, it has never been any civilization that can tame wild animals, but whips, sticks and little boys. If you really want them to realize their mistakes, you should send them to the coal mines and realize the difference between humans and beasts during labor.

What's more, compared to the way the Willanters treated slaves and other survivors, the alliance's treatment of them was considered benevolent.

However, considering that the alliance still needs the support of old friends, Chu Guang didn't say much.

Anyway, the number of prisoners of war in the alliance has almost caught up to 30% of the total population.

There is no shortage of those one or two in the coal kiln.

...

Southeast of Oasis 3.

The warlord who had been showing off his food in the rear for more than a month, finally took the opportunity to go to the front line, and continued to waste food in another place.

A desert-colored Jeep parked at the foot of a sand dune.

After following Officer Colway out of the car, the warfield guy glanced at the surrounding positions.

I saw a criss-cross trench, connecting the layers of mountains into one piece, and the mountains and plains looked like they were pierced with gun holes.

In addition to the trenches reinforced with wood and sandbags, there are also machine gun bunkers covered with camouflage nets and anti-aircraft artillery positions half buried in the sand.

More than 100,000 infantry were scattered on the tens of kilometers long front, turning the entire position into an iron bucket, so strong that not even a fly could fly in.

After getting out of the car, Kerway looked at the soldiers waiting beside the bunker and ordered.

Notify the acting captain of the 7th Hundred and ask him to bring the whole team over to gather.

Yes, sir!

The soldier stood at attention and gave a military salute, then trotted to the nearby artillery hole, and quickly trotted back with an officer.

The Acting Captain of the 7th Hundred, Beaufort reports to you!

After a short wait.

The squads squatting in the trenches also left their combat positions one after another. Under the command of the commander, they went to the side of the bunker to gather, barely standing in a fairly neat queue.

To be honest, if I hadn't seen the brutal appearance of those clone soldiers fighting in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, I couldn't imagine how strong these people are in combat.

It is different from the normally developed clone.

Most of these clone soldiers had dull eyes and slow reactions, and they had some obvious or inconspicuous physical defects on their bodies, or overt injuries from the previous battle.

The eight-fold growth rate is their only advantage. It takes only two years to reach the physical fitness of a sixteen-year-old boy, three years to reach the peak of physical strength, five years to enter the aging period, and soon after retiring can handle funeral affairs.

In fact, none of the clone troopers survived to retirement at all, and those born with physical defects were designed to prevent them from living a long life, thus becoming a burden on society.

This technology is clearly inhumane in the Age of Prosperity.

But in the wasteland era where nuclear bombs can be thrown casually, obviously no one would care about those trivial issues.

Our thousand-man team is in charge of the G35 defense zone, and you are in charge of the G35-7 section...From today, these people are all your subordinates!

Standing next to the field guy, Kerway squinted his eyes slightly in satisfaction as he watched more than a hundred clone soldiers crowded in front of the trench.

It's a pity that the supplies didn't keep up.

If the ammunition was more sufficient, they would not need to retreat at all, relying on this 100,000 troops would be more than enough to flatten the alliance.

Can they understand what I'm saying? The warlord couldn't help but complain.

Of course, why don't you understand?

With a smile on Colway's face, he patted him on the shoulder.

I know what you're worried about, but don't worry at all. Although they look a little dazed, they are not dazed when fighting. As long as they see blood, they will become mad dogs who are not afraid of death. There is only the last one left... Commanding them is far more worry-free than commanding ordinary soldiers.

After a pause, he continued.

Besides, the ten captains here will also assist you in your work. They are all officers of the Falcon Kingdom and have received professional military training. If you encounter any undecided questions, you can consult them more Views.

Kerway is not worried about the pangolin's combat effectiveness.

His bravery and loyalty have been tested by practice, but a good soldier may not become a good general. He still needs to go through the baptism of war to prove that he is not inferior to others in the art of command.

Just in time for this rare opportunity, Kerway planned to train him.

Knowing the importance of this opportunity, the Zhandi guy took a deep breath and nodded seriously.

I will remember.

Thinking that expression was nervous about the upcoming battle, Kerway grinned and patted the shoulder of the man in front of him.

Relax, there shouldn't be any fighting in the short term, but if you don't worry about it, you should be afraid of 10,000... In short, take care of yourself, pay attention to safety, and be careful in everything.

After leaving these words, Kerway got into the jeep next to him and returned in the direction he came from.

Looking at the billowing dust disappearing at the end of the dirt road, the expression on the Zhandi guy's face did not change, but he sighed leisurely in his heart.

If only there was such optimism.

On the forum yesterday, he revealed his position in charge of the defense line, and the gang of idlers booed one after another to come and give him a big gift.

Guessing that the attack would be at night, the Zhandi guy planned to go around the camp for a couple of times to get familiar with the terrain, so that he could act like it.

Your name... is Beaufort, right? The warfield guy looked at the former acting captain, and now his identity has changed back to deputy centurion, as his adjutant.

The man stood at attention and gave a military salute.

Yes, sir!

The Zhandi guy nodded, with a solemn expression on his face, glanced at the soldiers present, and continued.

From now on, I will be your commander. No matter where you are from, whether you are aristocrats or commoners, now you have only one identity, and that is my soldiers! The only thing you have to do is to strictly discipline and obey my command, Do what I tell you to do, do you understand?

Those clones shook their heads in a daze, looking not very smart.

However, their officers' IQs were fairly normal, and they all stood up straight and answered with their voices open.

clear!

very good!

The Zhandi guy nodded in satisfaction, and then looked at Beaufort, Let the brothers go back to their respective positions, and you take me to the position to have a look.

Beaufort stood at attention and gave a military salute.

yes!

The discipline of the officers trained by the Legion is really nothing to say.

What's more, officers who were born as retinues were of low status, and it was not because of special circumstances that they had no possibility of promotion. Therefore, no one was provocative because this pangolin had just arrived.

In addition, Beaufort could see that this airborne centurion was not only powerful, but also a rare awakened person, and he had a close relationship with their centurion, so his words were somewhat flattering.

The Zhandi guy didn't take his flattery too seriously, he just pretended to affirm his work, and then asked about the status of the supplies.

Including how many bullets each soldier has, including how many machine guns and rifles there are on the field, how the team is staffed, and so on.

A hundred-man team is roughly equivalent to a company, and a thousand-man team is roughly equivalent to a regiment. After understanding the firepower configuration at the company level, you can basically infer the firepower of the entire regiment from a small perspective.

As soon as the new centurion asked about ammunition, Beaufort began to complain.

...We haven't seen a supply truck delivering ammunition for a long time. The soldiers have an average of less than sixty rounds of ammunition in their hands. Machine gun ammunition is even more precious. Our entire team was divided into two boxes. How about you and Ke Master Erwei said hello and asked him to send more ammunition.

In Beaufort's view, this is just a matter of saying hello. No matter how scarce the supplies are, there is always a way to give priority to the relatives.

However, what he didn't expect was that the officer in front of him looked upright and rejected him sternly.

It's not just us who are in trouble, the whole army is in trouble! How can you trouble Lord Kerway with such a small problem?

But relying on our current ammunition, I'm afraid a battle—

When Beaufort heard this, he became impatient and wanted to explain, but he was mercilessly interrupted before he finished speaking.

But what?

The Zhandi guy stared at his adjutant intently, secretly amused in his heart, but still had a serious expression on his face, which almost caused him internal injuries.

What about your spirit? What about your loyalty? What about your pledge to lay down your life for His Majesty the Marshal? You can't fight a war without bullets? What about your will and backbone!

Beaufort's face was covered in capital letters. He opened his mouth and couldn't hold back a word for a long time. He subconsciously glanced at the officer's nose.

This guy……

Not from Willant either?

Why do I feel more bewildered than the Willant people!

At this moment, a shout came from the direction of the observation post.

Unidentified armed forces were found 500 meters ahead! There are about a hundred people!

They're coming towards us!

At the same time as the sentry shouted, the entire position immediately sounded the alarm bell, and all personnel entered the combat position.

The field guy stopped chatting with Beaufort.

Hearing that someone was coming, he immediately went to the front-line machine gun position, picked up the binoculars and took a look, and at a glance he saw the big debtor at the front.

This guy is obviously of the intelligence department, but he didn't even bring a VM. He was holding a broken gun that he probably picked up from a previous battle and rushed towards his face with someone.

Everyone is dumbfounded by the battlefield guy holding the binoculars.

Good guy.

This is not acting!

It's almost like the seven words I'm here to give away the head are written on my face.

Also looking at the people attacking from the front, Beaufort who stood aside frowned, not taking it lightly because the enemy was full of flaws.

They don't have much ammunition.

Even with this kind of suicidal charge, if there were a few more waves, they still wouldn't be able to hold on. Moreover, Lord Kerway has specially instructed that they must not let the other party see that there is a problem with their supply status.

For a moment he couldn't help but fell into a dilemma.

Can the machine gun position fire?

It should be the temptation of a small group of enemies! Beaufort gritted his teeth, and whispered to the officer beside him, It is recommended to bring them closer before attacking!

The Zhandi nodded subconsciously, but soon realized that he was on the side of the legion, so without saying a word, he kicked the stunned machine gunner aside.

What are you standing there for?

Give me a hard hit!

Before the ignorant machine gunner could figure out the situation, the Zhandi guy himself squatted on the machine gun seat, grabbed the grip and opened the safety, and swiped at his good brother who was 300 meters away.

Exaggerated screams could be heard in the distance, but they were quickly drowned out in the clamor of gunfire.

Seeing the flames spewing from the machine gun position, the infantry squatting in the trenches also fired one after another, and the hundreds of people who charged towards the position were instantly smashed into a sieve.

There is a large open space on the Gobi Desert, without the cover of armored units and artillery fire, the moment they emerged, they were doomed to die.

Not to mention awakened ones, managers are not easy to use.

As the gunpowder smoke cleared, there were no living people in front of the position.

Cease fire! Cease fire! They're dead! Beaufort shouted in despair.

If it wasn't because this guy was his boss, if it wasn't because he might not be able to beat him, he would have rushed up and kicked this pangolin in the ass.

In fact, the infantrymen in the trenches had already ceased fire when they saw the dead light on the opposite side, but the officer lying on the machine gun position seemed to be so red-eyed that he didn't realize it at all.

In just half a minute, this guy can't wait to empty out the ammunition of a ten-man team!

Until a metal hammer sounded click, the index finger stuck to the trigger finally moved away, and Beaufort's blood pressure dropped along with it.

Looking at the empty ammunition belt and the red-hot barrel, the Warfield guy clicked his tongue unsatisfactorily, and threw away the faintly hot grip of the machine gun.

Seeing that the machine gunner and his adjutant stared at him with murderous expressions, the warfield guy was stunned for a moment, and quickly coughed lightly, reminding them that he was the officer.

Cough... don't worry about ammunition, the more ammunition you lack, the less you can let the opponent look down on you!

The commander on the opposite side is probably watching from behind. If we let them know that we are short of ammunition, the next time we come will not be a centurion, but planes, tanks, and thousands of people!

As long as it can eliminate their vitality, this ammunition is worth it!

Beaufort nodded bemusedly.

Although it feels like there are problems everywhere, it sounds reasonable. After all, they wiped out a centurion, which is a great achievement.

Looking at the corpses on the ground outside the position, he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed from his nervous mood.

Looking at the friendly soldiers who had withdrawn from the front line, one or two were on crutches, looking terrified, he thought how terrible those people were.

Now it seems that I think too much...

It feels like the league is nothing more than that.

While saying this, Beaufort suddenly felt confident again.

Looking at the pile of corpses in front of him, the Zhandi guy mourned for a second in his heart for his good brothers, and then looked at the officers standing aside.

Who will bring someone up to have a look.

I!

The ten captain, who was squatting in the trench next door, volunteered to raise his hand, his face was full of eager expressions, obviously intending to show it in front of the newly appointed chief.

Beaufort was about to raise his hand, too, but he took it back when he saw that someone was ahead of him.

The battlefield guy looked at the young man and nodded.

Not bad, very energetic, go and come back quickly!

Yes, sir!

The ten captain laughed, grabbed the Eripper rifle leaning against the edge of the trench, took five clone infantrymen, and left the trench, walking towards the pile of corpses.

Ammunition was scarce on the front lines.

Of course, the enemy's weapons can be recovered a little bit.

By the way, I can touch it to see if there is any oil or water that can be hidden.

The young man had just stepped forward and was about to reach out to touch the first corpse.

However, I don't know whether it was a switch that was touched, or whether the person lying on the ground was not completely dead. He pulled the grenade, only to hear a loud bang and suddenly exploded on the flat ground. Everyone in the trench lowered their heads subconsciously. Then I looked outside.

Grass!

It's a booby trap!

Kemis!

Beaufort stared at the outside of the trench, shouted with red eyes, but seeing no response, he slammed his fist heavily on the sandbag.

Damn it! He's dead!

There was silence in the trench.

Looking at the pile of dead people filled with gunpowder smoke, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, many swallowed unconsciously.

This is the first death they have seen around them since they were sent to the front line.

Looking at the commander whose skin was torn apart by the blast, the Zhandi guy also stared blankly for a long time.

It's okay to hide booby traps in clothes.

How is this different from what you said yesterday?

It's a good thing I didn't go up to pretend to be aggressive, otherwise I would go back to my hometown and reunite with my brothers just now.

Unexpectedly, he suffered battle damage on the first day he took office, and the Zhandi guy was in a complicated mood, shaking his head dumbfounded.

The brothers were afraid that being an undercover agent would be too boring, and they always felt that being an undercover officer would not be peaceful.

He stretched out his hand and patted the deputy ten-officer next to him, whose face was pale and his lips trembled, and he coughed lightly and said.

...Now you are the Commander-in-Chief.

Do it well and don't let me down.