This Game Is Too Realistic

Height 330, dusk has just fallen.

Sitting on the bench in the observation post, Centurion Yot of the 11th Support Squadron was looking out of the observation window at the Gobi Desert, which was gradually being shrouded in darkness, his eyes fascinated.

A few hours ago, he received news from the frontline command post that the barbaric alliance concentrated all its forces and launched a surprise attack on the legion's defense line, and position G40-1 had fallen.

Forty-eight hours at the latest, the tanks of the alliance will drive to the foot of the 330th highland.

The four thousand-man teams on the front line are retreating to the defense, and Softte has only one task assigned to him—that is, to cooperate with the retreating troops and block the alliance's armored troops from penetrating into their own depths.

Yotte couldn't help being a little confused.

The day before yesterday, their friendly army was still punching the alliance on the radio, beating the latter until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. Why was he punched through all of a sudden?

In any case, the command could not be joking with him.

Yotte didn't want to make fun of his own life, so he immediately sent a reconnaissance team and an engineering team to plant explosives at the foot of the mountain.

Except for the radar and anti-aircraft artillery squad, he also sent other people to dig a hole on the half slope of the high ground for defense.

At this time, a sentry ran in, stood at attention and gave a military salute.

Report! There are troops approaching from the rear!

rear?

With a slight movement in his heart, Yot immediately got up from the bench, walked out of the observation post quickly, and walked straight to the road on the north side of No. 330 Highland.

I saw dust billowing in the night, and dozens of trucks filled with heavily armed soldiers were marching from the direction of the command post.

What's the situation over there? Yotte's adjutant was also standing by the road.

He obviously also noticed the movement in the north, so he came here specially to take a look.

Yot didn't answer right away, and took a look through the binoculars hanging around his neck, only to see a total of thirty light trucks.

After staring at the convoy for a while, he blurted out.

It's directly under the Thousands.

Directly under?! The adjutant standing aside looked at him in surprise, What are they doing here?

Isn't the directly subordinate thousand-man team responsible for the defense of the command post and support?

Could it be that Soft plans to move the command post to Height 330? !

I don't know, Yotte threw the telescope in his hand to him, and gestured to the distant sentry tower, Let them in!

Checkpoint opened.

The convoy quickly arrived at the position.

The artillerymen of the 11th Centurion stood on both sides of the road, looking at the trucks driving up to the position, and the well-equipped comrades on the trucks, all with envious expressions on their faces.

Good guy, everyone has an automatic rifle.

I heard that the group of guys directly under them have three times the standard ammunition of the general frontline troops!

Three times? Are you kidding me? It's more than three times! The entire ten-thousand team has no shortage of ammunition.

Unlike those clone soldiers who make up the numbers, these soldiers on the truck are all pure-blooded Willanters,

Not only is everyone armed with an assault rifle, but each person is also equipped with a set of light or heavy armor.

The shiny jet-black shell exudes a cold light under the moonlight, and they can't pierce their armor without a single shot!

Not only are they well-equipped, but the military literacy of these soldiers is far beyond that of ordinary line-filling troops. They can be called the trump card of the entire 40,000-strong team!

The convoy stopped.

A man nearly two meters tall jumped down from the passenger seat of the leading truck.

He wore a steel helmet on his head, his facial features were sharp and angular, and he was tall and burly. There was no obvious identification mark on his combat uniform, but Yot recognized the man in front of him.

The person who came was none other than the commander-in-chief Simond who was directly under the thousand-man team.

When he first entered the 40,000th team that year, he had served as the commander of the ten men under this man.

After a routine military salute, Yotte stepped forward, looked at Simmond with a smile on his face and said.

Sir Simond, what brings you here.

Without wasting time on greetings, Simond said succinctly.

The command of the general headquarters asked me to go to Height 330 and take over the defense here.

Hearing this sentence, Yot cast a surprised look at Simond.

The general headquarters directly mobilized the frontline troops?

This is a leapfrog command, right?

And the mobilization is directly under the thousand-man team...

He could even imagine General Soft's furious expression.

Noticing the surprised expression on Yotte's face, Simond added a blank expression.

Don't worry, you continue to do the work at hand, and leave the defense to us.

Yot immediately stood up straight and gave a military salute.

yes!

Simon nodded and waved to his adjutant, who immediately understood and trotted to the side of the truck.

Thousands of soldiers dragged wooden boxes and quickly got out of the car and rushed to the front line of the highland. Teams of ten spread out forward, some were responsible for digging, some were carrying earthwork, and cooperated tacitly to expand the fortifications outward.

Simond was not idle here either, and asked for a more detailed area map from Yot, with the latest markings drawn by the scouts, including the shortcuts from the foot of the mountain to the high ground, and the areas that need to be deployed.

After staring at the map for a long time, Simon suddenly frowned and looked at Yotte who was on the side.

Take me to the place with the best view.

Yes! Please follow me!

Yot immediately walked ahead and took Simmond to the frontline observation post.

From this observation post, you can have a panoramic view of the southeast, west and east sides of the entire highland.

Why is there no firepower point on the southwest side of the highland?

Yotte froze for a moment, and quickly explained.

Yes, but there are no machine guns deployed... We are an air defense squadron, and there are only two heavy machine guns in the team. These two machine guns are deployed on the south and southeast sides, and that side is facing the road—

Simond interrupted him and continued to ask.

How many anti-aircraft guns are there?

...four doors.

Then remove a door and put it here.

Simond stretched out his index finger and tapped on the protrusion of the contour line on the southwest side of the map, There is a defensive gap in the southwestern position, and this gap must be filled.

Yotte leaned closer to the map, looked at the location selected by Chief Simond on the map, and then raised his head dumbfounded.

Sir... There is no road on our southwest side, and there are mountains as far as the eye can see! No one will come from that direction!

Besides the mountains and the vegetation, there is no more perfect location around here. Simond glanced out the window.

I saw clusters of fluffy sea buckthorn grass swaying on the hills shrouded in night in the distance.

Not only the vegetation, but also the rocks standing there.

There's even a bunker there.

But they can't fly over here. Yot couldn't help reminding, Even if the tracks of their tanks are made of titanium alloy, it is impossible to cross-country for 150 kilometers in the mountainous area where there are no roads. .unless they plan to dawdle here until next month.

It's really possible for them to fly over. Simond said lightly.

Yot froze.

……What's the meaning.

Simond continued.

The command post of the 40,000th team is the target of the alliance's armored forces, and they will probably be handed over to the airborne troops to deal with Height 330.

Yot suddenly looked at the night sky outside the observation window, and saw that it was clear there, even a dark cloud could not be seen, and there was no shadow of the paratroopers anywhere.

But Simond's words made him cautious.

If the Union really intends to send infantry to infiltrate his positions from the southwest...

With these anti-aircraft artillery units in his hands, it may not be able to withstand it.

Looking at Yot with a moving expression, Simond continued to speak.

If I were the commander of the alliance, I would throw the airborne troops behind the hills on the southwest side, and under the cover of night and vegetation, I would infiltrate Hill 330 on foot.

As he spoke, he patted the centurion on the shoulder.

Height 330 determines how far they can go. Prepare your people mentally. There will probably be a tough battle tonight.

Yot swallowed hard and stood up straight.

yes!

When Simond explained the defense plan to Yott, the two of them didn't know that a few sneaky figures were lying under their noses.

The hill on the southwest side of the 330 highland, behind the reverse slope at the top of the slope.

Edge paddling is leading several teammates lying behind the swaying seabuckthorn grass, quietly watching the front position.

The time is now eight o'clock in the evening.

With a total length of 150 kilometers of cross-country journey, they completed this rapid march in only eight hours!

There are no modern means of transportation, not even roads, and there are deserts and sand dunes with no villages or shops along the way!

If this were to be put into reality, it would be enough to break the Guinness World Record, let alone record it in military history!

There is no pride in edge paddling, though.

Getting to combat position is just the first step, and just being fast is nothing to brag about.

It's not too late to go to the forum to pretend to be aggressive after taking down the position in front of you.

Good guy, there are quite a few people on the opposite hill!

Looking at the nearby mountain top, Lian Dayan, holding a telescope in his hand, couldn't help but smacked his tongue.

The eyes of Laplace lying next to him were also full of surprise.

This is a centurion?!

I think there are more than a hundred people on the southwest side alone! Yang Youbao couldn't help complaining.

The debtor looked at the edge of the water paddling without saying a word, and asked in a low voice.

It seems that there are quite a few of them... Shall we go around to the west? Go around to the north of them and pick their butts!

Paddle on the edge and shake his head.

If you go around again, you will go around to the defense zone of other troops. This is the most suitable position.

Ten or twenty kilometers further west of Height 330, there is another anti-aircraft artillery position. Once discovered, what awaits them will be crossfire from the east and west sides at the same time.

Almost the entire mountain area is under the control of the legion, and the troops are broken up and scattered in various defense areas and hills, leaving little tactical options for the attacking side.

He can only choose the ones with the highest success rate from a limited number of options.

There seems to be movement on the opposite mountain. A player of the agility department suddenly said, Is that... a heavy machine gun?

It's the anti-aircraft gun! Another agility player whispered, They seem to be planning to send the anti-aircraft gun to the southwest position!

Hearing this sentence, the players lying on the back slope looked at each other in blank dismay.

Did they find us?

It may not be that they found us, but I'm afraid they found a loophole in the defense line on the southwest side, Edge Water frowned, staring at the engineers who were busy deploying antiaircraft guns, There is an engineer platoon at the foot of the mountain, and there is another one on the top of the mountain. The engineers and soldiers are almost forming a company, what kind of centurion is this?

I also think, Yang Youbao nodded earnestly, The engineer company must be deployed at the regiment level! There is at least a thousand-man team on the mountain!

Then what's going on now? Looking at Brother Edge, Midnight whispered with an umbrella and no knife, Why don't we wait for the construction site guys to catch up and fight.

There is no advantage in numbers, and it is still a tough battle, which is somewhat reckless.

Wait for the three-wheeled brothers behind to follow up, and it will be much more stable for three thousand people to push up together.

I can't wait any longer, they've even repaired the bunker! The edge of the water put down the binoculars in his hand, and looked at the big eyes lying on the side, Where's your drone?

Seeing that the fight is about to start, Lian Dayan said excitedly.

Already prepared!

Very good, Edge Paddle nodded, and continued to order, Release all the drones, remember to mark the target first, and then fight after I order! Try to knock out their firepower once, and don't give them any breathing space. Chance!

okay!

Lian Dayan nodded his head excitedly, and slipped down the hillside.

Paddle on the edge and continue to look at Yang Youbao lying on the side.

With 500 infantry, you quickly circled to the southeast of Highland No. 330, and launched a feint attack on the mountain by sticking to the edge of the road!

yes!

Yang Youbao nodded quickly, and followed the direction of Lian Dayan.

Backed up to the back of the anti-slope, paddling on the edge of the water, with the faint light, glanced at the time on the VM screen.

It is alliance time [20:15].

fifteen minutes.

Those little guys should rest.

The index finger clicked on the headset, swiped water on the edge to switch the communication system to the general channel, and said in a low voice.

Attention all teams, the operation will start in ten minutes!

Without the slightest bit of fear, what responded to him was an eager answer.

receive!

...

【20:22】

The vicinity of Height 330 is still quiet.

Glancing at the engineers who were working on the mountainside, Yote, who was patrolling the position, breathed a sigh of relief and turned off the flashlight in his hand.

It was already at this point, and there was still no movement at all.

It seems that the alliance intends to put the action time in the middle of the night.

Thinking of this, the relaxed Yote couldn't help feeling a little restless in his heart. It seems that he won't be able to sleep peacefully tonight.

Following Yot, the adjutant was silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking.

I don't understand. Since General Griffin is sure that the alliance will launch an attack tonight and send airborne troops...why don't we just send planes to intercept them?

Yot said casually.

Our planes are already on standby, but the alliance's planes are a bit weird, and it is difficult for general airborne radars to detect them.

That's what Commander Simond told him.

In fact, even if he didn't say it, he could guess it.

The bombed anti-aircraft artillery positions in the No. 40 defense area were not detected by the radar until the enemy aircraft had approached the visual distance.

From this point of view, it is indeed possible for the alliance to use the cover of night to throw the paratroopers under their noses.

No matter how fast the Saber fighter jets are cruising, it is unlikely that they will destroy those transport planes the moment they find them, before the paratroopers parachute.

Looking at the worried adjutant, Yot patted him on the shoulder and said comfortingly.

Don't worry, General Soft has already sent his thousand-man team here. Even if the alliance really throws the paratroopers in our faces, we can slap them to death like a mosquito. On the hillside—

Before his words fell, the quiet night was suddenly broken by a snap gunshot.

The lights on the mountainside shook violently, and an engineer who was digging a hole was shot and fell to the ground. The engineer next to him quickly extinguished the flashlight in his hand and fell down.

However, their movements were still half a beat slow after all.

With an interval of less than half a second, dense gunshots rang out like firecrackers on the southeast side of Height 330. The engineering team that was planting explosives suffered heavy casualties in an instant, and only weak wailing remained on the mountainside.

Enemy attack!

Yotte, who came back to his senses, roared and quickly rushed to the nearest bunker. Almost at the same time, the piercing siren rang through the entire No. 330 position.

It turned out to be in the southeast direction!

Looking at the position on the southeast side through the small window of the observation post, Simond's expression moved slightly.

However, this does not mean that your judgment is wrong.

Even if they land behind the hills on the southwest side, those people can follow the reverse slope, go around to their southeast side and launch an attack.

Perhaps seeing the flattened anti-aircraft gun made them change their minds...

Without the slightest hesitation, Simond decisively picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered.

1st Support Squadron Fires Flares!

At the same time as the order was issued, the mortar soldiers directly under the thousand-man team had already rushed to the battle position.

With a few crisp bangs, more than a dozen flares rose into the sky, lighting up all the hills around Height 330.

On the hill to the southeast, there were figures lying on their stomachs. They dug simple foxholes, and they were shooting towards Height 330 with their light machine guns and rifles.

The distance between the two sides was less than 500 meters.

At the same time, two centurions took advantage of the cover of night to reach the foot of the east and south sides of Highland 330, and a fierce exchange of fire broke out with the nearby sentry and several teams rushing to support the engineers beside the road. .

Looking at the hill not far away and the flickering fire at the foot of the mountain, Simond frowned.

Two groups of support, two groups of attack, clear division of labor, tacit cooperation... It is indeed worthy of the name of the elite. And with this firepower density, at least four centurions are needed!

Maybe all five are possible!

If he hadn't come here, Height 330 might have fallen into the hands of the Alliance!

The corner of Simon's mouth curled into a sneer.

These savages probably would never have imagined that what they were facing was not the support squadron with only a hundred people they saw during the day, but the strongest trump card of the 40,000-man team-directly belonging to the Thousand-man team!

Picking up the walkie-talkie, Simond ordered in a grim voice.

Attention all units, the army in front of us is the most elite trump card of the rumored alliance - the Burning Corps.

It's these cockroaches who have humiliated our Air Force brothers and snatched the Heart of Steel.

The softies in the Air Marine Corps gave them confidence, but this time they obviously picked the wrong opponent!

Hit me hard!

Tell them what a real ace is!

...

The 40,000th Team Command.

Hearing the news of the attack on position 330, General Soft, who was still greeting Griffin's mother a second ago, broke out in a cold sweat.

Highland No. 330 is only seventeen kilometers away!

Of course, after looking at the map for so long, he certainly wouldn't be unclear about what it meant to him once he lost it.

Not only will the command post be exposed to the coalition's firepower projection range, but the four thousand-man teams returning to support will also face the encirclement and suppression of the coalition's armored forces and supporting artillery.

In the end, the 40,000 team may only have one number left...

These bastards... they hide their minds very deeply! Haha, go eat shit!

Taking out a handkerchief and wiping the sweat from his forehead, Soft stared at the strategic map on the table, feeling both fear and excitement in his heart.

He didn't expect that the Alliance would dare to throw the paratroopers over without gaining air supremacy, and they threw out the trump card as soon as they made a move. This was indeed beyond his expectation.

His previous judgment was still too absolute, and a qualification had to be added in front of absolutely impossible - if the commander of the alliance is not a gambler.

But fortunately, I was a person who listened to persuasion and carried out General Griffin's order, otherwise I would have really capsized in the gutter.

Soft couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

General Griffin is really good at predicting things!

Taking a peek at his immediate superior, the adjutant standing aside silently chose to shut up.

I don't know who it was, but after hanging up the phone, he greeted General Griffin's family cordially...

Finally calming down his beating heart, Softe looked at his adjutant and ordered in an excited voice.

Power on Simond! Tell him that air support is on the way, and tell him to wipe out the elite of the Alliance at the foot of Highland 330 at all costs!

After winning this battle, the balance of victory is in our hands!

The adjutant immediately stood up straight and gave a military salute.

yes!

...

On the other side, the Legion is stationed at the No. 3 oasis headquarters.

General Griffin, who was sitting in the command desk, was staring intently at the radio station on the table.

After the babbling current busy tone, the voice of the pilot came.

...This is Saber-1, no enemy aircraft has been found in the target airspace.

Hearing the unexpected reply, Griffin frowned slightly.

Has it been withdrawn?

The staff officer standing aside was also lost in thought, and spoke after a while.

This speed is too fast.

According to General Griffin's deployment, the alliance's airborne troops were blocked by a thousand people directly under the 40,000th unit, and the Saber fighter jets were responsible for destroying the alliance air force covering the airborne troops.

However, unexpectedly, the alliance did not send planes to support the airborne troops attacking the No. 330 highland, and seemed to intend to hand over the entire highland to the infantry.

Not only that, they didn't even see the transport plane that delivered the infantry, and the orthopter that attacked the air defense position of No. 40 defense area before seemed to have disappeared.

Could they have guessed it? Griffin's heart moved slightly, but he quickly rejected this possibility.

If the alliance knew that they were ready to deal with it, they would not have thrown the airborne troops on the 330th position at all.

Could it be...

In fact, the alliance never expected that the 40,000th team would send additional manpower to the No. 330 Heights. Instead, they were betting that the Legion did not expect that they would repeat their tricks and send airborne troops to attack, so they simply threw No. 330 Heights to the infantry. .

There was a moment of bewilderment in those pupils full of wisdom, and Griffin froze for a few seconds.

This possibility is not impossible.

But with their previous performance...

It shouldn't be suddenly stupid.

Underestimating the opponent is a big taboo, Griffin frowned even tighter, his eyes fixed on the map, thinking about countless possibilities in his mind.

At this time, the staff officer standing aside reminded.

Further south is the radar search area of ​​the Iron Heart... Our plane can no longer move forward.

The anti-aircraft guns of the Iron Heart are very ineffective against supersonic aircraft, and it is basically difficult to hit them above Mach 3.

But relatively, under the harassment of anti-aircraft guns, their planes don't want to play any particularly important role.

Griffin nodded, looked to the side of the communications soldier and ordered.

Let Saber provide a round of fire support for the defenders at Height 330, and then immediately return to the frontline airport to stand by.

In addition, let the Falcon Kingdom No. 1 Aviation Squadron take off to replace the saber and provide close support for the 330th highland!

The signal soldier stood at attention and gave a military salute.

yes!

...

Porf—!

The hill on the southeast side of Highland 330.

The roaring rain of bullets almost bit the ground together with the roar of the machine gun, instantly splashing pieces of boiling dust and broken limbs and arms.

The sudden air strike silenced the alliance's position for two seconds.

Although the gunshots continued to ring out soon, they obviously lost their previous momentum and became more cautious.

Obviously that wave of air strikes caused them a lot of casualties.

Without the cover of rear firepower, the two centurions that were attacking immediately fell into a dangerous situation.

Simmond, who was in command, did not miss this opportunity, and immediately removed a centurion from other defense areas and moved them to the east intersection, intending to go down the mountain to outflank the alliance's attacking troops, and nail the alliance to the two teams on the mountainside. The Centuries were wiped out in one fell swoop!

Although he has the advantage at this moment, Simond knows very well that his soldiers don't have much ammunition in their hands. If they can't make a quick decision in a short period of time, the two sides will soon fall into a stalemate.

Haha! Well done! Yotte waved his fist excitedly as he watched the fighter jets whizzing past his head leave.

The adjutant standing next to him was also beaming with joy.

The alliance is probably stunned by now.

They would never have imagined in their dreams why there would be more than a thousand people suddenly on a mountain with only one centurion during the day.

Only five hundred people wanted to rush to their position.

What are you daydreaming about!

However, at this moment, on the hill to the southwest, a black shadow suddenly sprang out from behind the swaying seabuckthorn grass, and rushed down the hill at a fast speed.

Yot, who was watching the battle from the observation post, vaguely saw something, but he didn't take it seriously at first.

After all, the speed of that thing is really too fast, so fast that it doesn't look like a human being.

Until the sentinels on the southwestern side also noticed that something was wrong, they immediately chased after the shadows and directed the searchlights towards the foot of the southwestern side of the highland...

All they could see were sharp claws and tails covered with scaly armor, emitting a cold light under the light of the searchlight.

When meeting the eyes with those pairs of amber pupils, Yotte's eyes were lost for a moment, and the proud expression froze on his face.

The feeling of being targeted by a predator made him feel as if his blood vessels were frozen and his feet were filled with lead.

Even a distance of hundreds of meters, even a condescending position, could not bring him the slightest sense of security.

Death Claws...

It turned out to be the claw of death!

But this is the Luoxia Province, how could there be such a thing? !

(Push a book After Traveling Back, I'm Invincible)