This Game Is Too Realistic

The Legion is stationed at the General Headquarters of Luoxia Province.

When he heard the news that the command post of the 40,000 team had been taken over by the alliance airborne troops, Griffin, standing in front of the strategic map, only felt a buzzing in his head, and his consciousness was in a trance for a moment.

He envisioned a situation where the war would not go well when supplies were scarce.

He also thought that the alliance might have ignored his plan to slow down the army from the very beginning, and the ultimatum issued by him could not buy 30 days at all.

But he never expected that the frontline troops were routing so fast that the preparations for the past nearly a month now looked like a joke.

After recovering, Griffin looked at the correspondent standing at the door and said in a stiff voice.

The one who occupied the command post of the 40,000th Army...is the alliance's airborne force, the Burning Corps?

The correspondent moved his stiff neck and nodded.

General Soft said so on the phone...

And according to the report of the Falcon Kingdom's First Aviation Squadron, they did see the alliance's transport plane heading in the direction of the 40,000th team's command post.

In order to ensure the smooth landing of the airborne troops, the alliance even dispatched nearly 80 fighter jets to escort them.

The centurion named Arcant claimed to have led his subordinates to shoot down more than 70 planes...but it sounded like a bragging.

Griffin was silent for a while, then continued to ask.

What else did he say?

The correspondent shut his mouth nervously and did not dare to speak.

Before hanging up the phone, Softot emotionally lashed out at Griffin on the comm channel, adding, Fucking skunk.

These words are obviously not something that can be said on this occasion.

Griffin didn't continue to ask, and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

This time he really miscalculated.

He didn't expect the alliance to be so aggressive, and launched a surprise attack on the command post of the 40,000 team before taking position 330.

Normal people would think that it is impossible for the command post to have only a few officers issuing orders there, and how could it be equipped with a direct army of the size of a thousand people to support it.

And if you want to use the airborne troops to lay down a well-prepared army of thousands of troops, at least two troops of more than two thousand troops must be prepared.

However, the Alliance did not follow the routine, risking the entire thousand-man team for nothing, and directly threw the paratroopers down.

What made him even more puzzled was that at the same time that the alliance took down the frontline command post, they also took down the No. 330 highland, which was stationed by the thousand-man team directly under it!

Then what's on Height 330? The staff officer standing aside frowned and asked Griffin a question that he couldn't understand.

I don't know. The frontline communication has not been restored. The last message from General Softt indicated that they intend to retreat in the direction of the 50,000th team. I hope that the 50,000 and 30,000 teams can take over from the 40th to the 49th. Zone...and then no news.

The correspondent shook his head, speaking quickly, and at the same time carefully glanced at General Griffin.

That watery expression seemed to be brewing a terrible storm, as if it would turn into thunderous anger in the next second.

However, Griffin did not vent his anger on such an insignificant little person like him.

After a long silence, the veteran general spoke slowly.

What's the time now.

All the officers around looked at each other in blank dismay.

No one dared to answer.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, although the adjutant felt ten thousand reluctances in his heart, he could only bite the bullet and say.

Report! The time is ten twenty-one.

Griffin's Adam's apple twitched.

Twelve hours...

He looked at the officers standing beside him.

Not even close.

When no one answered, he continued.

Ten thousand people are lined up on a twenty-kilometer front. My request to them is only to hold on for a while. When retreating, don't retreat so quickly. Use the defensive positions along the way to cause a little trouble for the alliance, so I deliberately set aside A depth of 150 kilometers... However, the answer given to me by Soft is twelve hours, and it only takes twelve hours to lose the depth of 150 kilometers!

Even if it's 10,000 pigs! Throw it into that mountain! Let people from the alliance and the enterprise catch it, and it won't last for a fucking day! This bunch of waste! What a waste! No pigs!

At first Griffin's tone and volume were restrained, but as his emotions gradually rose, his voice became louder and his emotions became more and more agitated.

He slammed his right fist hard on the map, making a muffled bang, knocking the cup on the corner of the table to the ground, and spilling water all over the floor.

Everyone stood beside the table in silence, the staff officer whose shoes were wet did not dare to say a word and could only stand speechless.

They knew exactly why Griffin lost his temper.

What they lost in this battle was not only the 40,000th team, but also the nearly 50-kilometer front from the 40th to the 49th section, and the strategic depth of this front that extended back a full 150 kilometers!

As long as that idiot Soft can persist for even three days—or even two days, they won't be as passive as they are now.

This is just great.

There was a big hole in the line of defense.

Now no one should say anything to keep the nail that pierced in in their pockets. Seeing that this nail is about to poke their faces.

Maybe the clones didn't defend— Trying to calm General Griffin's anger, the adjutant was sweating profusely and tried to explain, but was interrupted in the middle of speaking.

The pigs haven't fought a defensive battle, haven't you!

After cursing, Griffin calmed down and calmed himself down.

The frontline headquarters must be mainly responsible for retreating so quickly, but his side's responsibility is not small.

But now is not the time to study who has the bigger pot.

He is very clear.

I have no time to hesitate.

After a while, he ordered decisively.

Notify the frontline ministries to implement Plan No. 2 as planned!

Hearing this sentence, all the officers showed surprised expressions on their faces.

Plan No. 2 is a plan to retreat to the No. 2 oasis, and pull the alliance to the mainland of the Falcon Kingdom to start a decisive battle with them.

This means that they have to give up the No. 3 oasis that they have finally obtained.

Although Griffin had talked with them before, if the alliance's offensive exceeded their expectations, they might have to abandon the occupied areas and continue to retreat, but few people thought this would really happen.

After all, they still hold a hundred thousand troops in their hands.

Even if the situation is not optimistic, it is enough to retreat to the middle of the No. 3 oasis to rebuild the defense line, and it will not be possible to let go of the entire No. 3 oasis.

If they really come to this point, they will not only be in trouble strategically, but also places outside the battlefield will also fall into the quagmire.

If the rear knew that they had lost all the victories they had achieved in Luoxia Province, there would be even fewer resources and support allocated to their war zone.

Whether it is from the standpoint of the legion commander or the marshal, it is impossible to invest unlimited resources in a plan that is going bankrupt.

...Staying here can only wait to be divided and surrounded by them. If we retreat to the No. 2 oasis, there is still a chance to counterattack.

Pausing for a moment, Griffin suddenly remembered that there was still a saber on duty outside, so he looked at the Army Aviation Commander beside him.

Where's Yukal? Has our saber returned?

The officer immediately stood up straight and said nervously.

...It flew out of the communication range before, and the last signal was near the No. 8 oasis. There is no news yet.

Although this conservative answer seems to leave a little room for maneuver, anyone can tell that hope is very slim.

the reason is simple.

Jets simply don't last that long with enough fuel.

Has not come back until now, there is only one possibility left.

Griffin closed his eyes in pain.

Not only were they pierced through the line of defense, they also lost their only Saber.

Although less than one-tenth of the battle was lost, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that they had already lost half of this battle...

...

Position G53.

The field guy resting on the hospital bed had just finished the dinner delivered by Miss Penny, when he learned the bad news from the next defense area from Coleway.

...The 40,000th team was completely wiped out, and the entire line of defense from 40 to 49 was lost. The alliance tanks have already stabbed us in the back.

This bunch of trash... I thought their failure during the day was already stupid enough, but I still underestimated their embarrassing ability, and they couldn't even make it through the night!

Kerway said cursingly, his tone full of anger.

But after listening to his statement, the warlord who had tensed up just now was relieved.

good……

It seems that there is no doubt on his head.

His good brothers gave him so many heads before, and he always had a feeling of unreliability in his heart.

Especially seeing on the official website that the corps were making such rapid progress in the next defense zone made him so nervous that he almost didn't eat dinner.

But now it seems that his worries are purely unnecessary.

In fact, thinking about it is also true. With his performance all the time, there is no doubt at all. It's not that there are no undercover agents who kill their own people, but it's really not common for undercover agents like him to kill their own people without blinking an eye.

Not to mention that apart from eating a lot and pulling a lot, there is nothing suspicious about him at all, and his behavior is more normal than normal people.

If even he can be a sophomore, then everyone in the legion will be a sophomore.

After quietly listening to Coleway's complaints, the Warfield asked while he was panting.

Does the headquarters have any new arrangements?

Kerway didn't hide anything, and simply said.

Plan No. 2.

Battlefield guy: Plan No. 2?

Coleway explained succinctly.

To put it simply, abandon the No. 3 oasis and withdraw to the No. 2 oasis to reorganize the defense... At present, this is the most effective way. The alliance tanks have torn our pockets. Since the pockets cannot be closed, we can only Throw it away.

In fact, Zhandi really wanted to say that instead of simply speaking, it's okay to explain it in detail, even if he doesn't understand it, he can still remember it.

But soon he realized that his chief was just a commander, and it was impossible to understand the entire deployment of the No. 2 plan. It would be useless to ask himself, and he might be suspected instead.

Being able to inquire about the opponent's macro-movements is already very good, and the brothers of the Burning Corps will naturally find a way to pry out the specific details of the second plan from the mouth of the big fish caught next door.

So the battle field guy continued to play the role of the pangolin who didn't talk too much, and said concisely.

You just have to tell me what you want me to do.

A gentle smile appeared on Kerway's face.

You don't need to do anything now. The only thing you need to do is to recuperate from your injuries and strive for a speedy recovery... By the way, I almost forgot to tell you some good news.

Seeing the happy expression on his face, the field guy asked.

You got promoted again?

Coleway said with a smile.

It's not me, it's you who got promoted.

The warlord froze for a moment.

I?

Kerway nodded, cleared his throat and continued.

In view of your outstanding performance on the front line, my superior plans to transfer you to the officer corps as a consultant, and cooperate with the instructors to train the front-line officers of our 10,000-man team. Blame the bastards of the 40,000-man team. The combat effectiveness of the troops requires the frontline troops at all levels to train the grassroots officers... If those useless idiots have half your strength, they won't be so shameful!

When talking about this, Coleway couldn't help cursing a couple of difficult-to-understand words.

Hearing this arrangement, Zhandi heaved a sigh of relief.

The 40,000 team was right next door to them, and the nearest position was less than ten kilometers away from them. If Griffin ordered them to cut off the rear, then his undercover role would probably be over.

But looking at it now, the dog planner probably didn't want him to get the power armor so easily, and the undercover probably had to continue working.

If we leave, what about the position here? Just leave it alone?

Kerway was silent for a while, and gave an ambiguous answer.

Some will leave, and some will stay.

The battlefield guy was slightly taken aback.

But soon he understood the meaning of this sentence.

In the first-line troops, there are many officers promoted from the retinue army, including his adjutant, as well as the horn bearer and standard bearer, etc.

They will not receive orders to retreat, but will stay in place with their clone troopers to defend, blocking the pursuing Alliance forces, and at the same time giving the Alliance the illusion that they have not retreated.

Thinking of this, a hint of enlightenment suddenly appeared in the eyes of the Zhandi guy.

No wonder I was suddenly transferred from the first-line combat unit to the officer team of the 50,000th team.

I'm afraid the 700th team is one of the remaining troops!

But to his surprise, when he said these words, there was a trace of complicated emotions in Kerway's eyes.

When this guy was in the River Valley Province, he never cared about the life and death of those followers.

He has been deeply involved in the Legion for a long time, and he knows better than any player that in the eyes of most Willanters, aliens are just a stepping stone for them to conquer the world, and they are just a more flexible consumable than clone cannon fodder.

Kerway, who is a pure-blooded Willant, is no exception. Why did he suddenly care about it now?

Just when the field guy was wondering, Kerway, who was standing by the bed, suddenly looked out the window and said in a complicated tone.

I don't take their sacrifices for granted. Although they are not Willanters, they are also fighters...

As he spoke, Kerway looked at the bedridden pangolin.

But there are some things that I can't decide, I hope you can understand.

The Battlefielder nodded.

Well, I understand.

Is this worrying about feeling sorry for those subordinates in position G53-7?

This worry is actually completely unnecessary.

He is very clear about his identity as an undercover agent, so he won't be so involved in the drama that he can empathize with those cheap subordinates who have only known each other for less than half a month.

If those people are smart, they should drop their arms and surrender when the alliance comes.

If they think they can do it because they played a few tailwind games with them...

Then let them see the true strength of the Union Army.

However, what the field guy doesn't know is that in the eyes of Coleway, his sensible appearance makes people feel guilty.

The feeling of losing Robe Ze is not good.

Coleway himself is well aware of this.

For example, his former immediate boss——Rachel, the captain of the Air Marine Corps.

Although he and that guy were just nodding acquaintances, when he learned that he didn't follow McLenne to retreat, but died heroically in Ruigu City, he was still depressed for several days.

In short... I don't look down on the aliens who fought alongside me. Warriors who are willing to unite under the banner of the legion to restore order are completely different from those wastelanders who are willing to fall in chaos, but orders are orders, everything It’s all for the bigger picture.”

Putting on the officer's cap again, Kerway changed into a calm tone and continued.

Take a good rest, and I will see you again when I leave.

The Battlefield nodded quietly.

If there is no other more exciting news, he should also go offline to share the hot new information with his good brothers...

...

Just when the high-level officials stationed in Luoxia Province were struggling with the chaos on the front line, on the official website in another world, countless people eating melons and silly netizens were also paying attention to this national war event latest developments.

Although most of the players on the front line have not yet gone offline, there will always be someone who actively or passively disconnects, bringing first-hand battle reports from the front line to the cloud players waiting on the forum and the life professional players behind.

The entire forum was shocked when it was learned that those beta test players had wiped out a division of the legion in less than half a day.

Domineering and gentle: Fuck! Awesome!!!

Nanfeng and Ge: Have lost a teacher in half a day?! Fake?!

Armor Warrior: It's really ridiculous. To be reasonable, even if 10,000 people line up to send the head, it will take a few days, right?

Walking alone: ​​+1, not to mention that these 10,000 people are scattered in the 3,000-square-kilometer Gobi Desert.

Professor Yang of the Raiden Dharma King: You don't understand this. Modern warfare is about organization and logistics. It is no longer the old practice of queuing up and shooting. To win a key battle at a critical time and place, It's much more important than killing a few people.

And in my opinion, the reason why the Legion lost so quickly was because the tactical width and strategic depth were too large. In the 3,000-square-kilometer Gobi Desert, there are only a few roads that can be walked. Let’s compare. Which troop will go which way and when, when will the logistics supplies be sent to where, whether the outpost 20 kilometers away is the enemy’s or our own, and where the artillery is going to go… All of these have to be done by the unified The chain of command for scheduling.

Without the unified dispatch of the frontline headquarters, it is impossible to command them all by airdropping warrants from the general headquarters.

The analysis of the reasons for the failure of the legion is straightforward, and Professor Yang's rhetoric really bluffed many sand sculpture netizens who didn't know the truth.

But there are also those who don't believe his bragging.

Cheerful netizen: What are you bragging about, how many divisions have you commanded?

Professor Yang, the King of Thunder and Lightning: Hey, isn't this game just for bragging... What the hell are you talking about me, how many times have you directed yourself?

Master Ao Nai I He: Laugh, what a fool, I said earlier that there is not a single normal person on this forum!

Tyrannosaurus Warrior: Which kind man can give me a helmet, please! T.T

Everyone chattered about the battle situation on the front line, some shouted happily, some called it unscientific, and the excitement was like a festival.

But even with so many analysis by Brother Dang, the topic of war progress was still overwhelmed by a post from a certain pilot.

According to the player's description, he handed over the Dragonfly transport plane to the ground crew, and then went to the cafeteria to cook.

As a result, he just came out of the cafeteria when he saw the plane that was supposed to be parked in the hangar, but it actually took off on the runway by itself!

At the beginning, everyone expressed their disbelief, and even the players in the airport wondered if this guy directed and acted on his own.

It is not uncommon for power short circuit accidents to occur, but it is the first time that a short-circuited aircraft drove onto the runway and flew by itself.

No matter how you say it, the take-off posture is a little too skilled, and it is impossible to be so skillful and natural without hundreds of hours of flying time.

Ward's beriberi Levine: It's strange... Logically, it's impossible? After a short-circuit accident happened before, we deliberately redesigned the circuit of the nose.

There are really mosquitoes in WC: Your technology is not good, wait, someday when I am free, I will also bring my brothers in the factory to think about big planes. (Funny)

Ward's athlete's foot who Levine: Come on you. (rolls eyes)

Ya'er, I want to go to the toilet and ask: That's right! Our 81 factory is making airplanes anyway! You don't want to join in the fun, you coffin maker!

WC really has mosquitoes: MMP! I have to show you something.

Tail: Ooh! Do you want to get Gundam out? (ω)

Ye Shi: Don't tell me, this guy has really done it... In the end, we helped him out. (Funny)

WC really has mosquitoes: Get out! It was an accident! And that thing was not meant to be worn by people... But then again, we saw the transport plane you mentioned.

Guigui: Yes, and I also saw something protruding from the cockpit, directly piercing through the cockpit of the 'Eagle' fighter that was close to it.

Feng Qing: ?! So powerful? (Surprised)

WC really has mosquitoes: Well, the plane that was hit seemed to be hit by an evil spirit, and it directly turned its nose and went to Team K's teammate... The most outrageous thing is that the two evil planes flew not bad. There was a wave of Immelmann maneuvers in the air, like a master!

Ye Ten: Is there such a pilot in the Falcon Kingdom?

WC really has mosquitoes: There is a hammer. I suspect that they have never met an opponent in actual combat before they met us, so they only have equipment to take advantage of.

But I have to admit that there are a few pilots on the opposite side who have something, and even he feels a little tricky.

At this moment, another ace pilot of the Alliance suddenly appeared.

Luo Yu: Hey, which cauldron is free... come and pick me up.

Fuck! Luoyu! You finally came down?

WC really has mosquitoes: Where are you? No, where did you fall?

Irena: Can you still find a VM? If you can't find it, just buy a new one, and we won't bother. (Funny)

Luo Yu: Gah! Don't say it, I feel like I'm dead! I'm still alive! (Crazy)

As soon as I saw this sentence, the post immediately exploded, and it went up dozens of floors in an instant.

Ye Shi: ???

Quit smoking: Fuck! You're still alive?!

Fang Chang: Well, it's really unscientific... By the way, what kind of bug is this?

Luo Yu: Zhuo! It doesn't happen to me every time! Only once in a while!

Kuangfeng: (squinting smile)

Luo Yu: But when it comes to bugs, I'm really not sure if that counts.

Fang Chang: Let's listen.

Luo Yu: Well, I was fighting fiercely with the 'Saber' on the opposite side, and an 'Eagle' suddenly came in. I thought this was the end of the game, but it didn't fire at me, but instead fired at that The 'Saber' fired a full clip.

Guigui: Oh, oh, it should be that one! There was an Eagle that ran away with our transport plane before.

Luo Yu: Transportation plane? Then I didn't see it...

Lao Bai: Where is your parachute?

Luo Yu: It seems to be near the Golden Lizard Kingdom. I don't know the exact location... I'm floating in the sky and haven't come down yet. I probably took a photo, but there's no signal and I can't get it up.

Makabazi: Hahahaha.

Fang Chang: Can you see the Heart of Steel?

Luo Yu: I can't see it... But I can see quite a lot of mountains, maybe it's almost to the river valley province.

After finishing speaking, he immediately added another sentence.

By the way, that Falcon seems to have landed nearby. It probably ran out of fuel... But it's strange that the pilot didn't parachute and went down with the plane.

Fang Chang: Well, it's probably far enough away, at least to the edge of Luoxia Province.

WC really has mosquitoes: After you land, pay attention to the surrounding environment. We will send a plane to search around the No. 8 oasis, and we should be able to find it.

Luo Yu: Thank you! Brothers! T.T

Fang Chang: You're welcome, I'm mainly curious about what's going on with that Eagle. (Slanting eyes)

Ye Shi: +1, or the mosquitoes will persuade you to TP back to the city directly. (funny)

Falling Feather: ...

These guys...

It's too real!

At the same time, Chu Guang, who was peeking at the screen in another world, had a surprised expression on his face.

Good guy.

He fixes bugs every day on the forum in vain, did he really fix bugs?

In fact, he had already learned about the transport plane from the ground crew before the players posted.

The Heart of Iron's anti-aircraft guns were even aimed at it.

It's just that because Chu Guang wanted to see what the transport plane was going to do, Xiao Qi didn't let Xiao Qi shoot it down.

Now it seems that the situation is more complicated than I imagined.

After pondering for a long time, Chu Guang, who was staring at the holographic screen, suddenly spoke.

What do you think that is?

After a brief pause, an uncertain answer came from his ear.

Hmm... Could it be Xiaoyu who did it?