This Game Is Too Realistic

Falcon City.

The once prosperous streets are now deserted.

Except for a few main roads leading to the palace and military camps, the rest of the streets and alleys are full of obstacles and bunkers.

Several laborers worked hard to fix the steel bars made of scrap iron into a triangular pyramid-shaped horse with rivets. This is the eleventh one they have completed today.

The chief of the Labor Corps told them it would stand against Union tanks.

However, almost everyone feels that this is a waste of effort.

If even the river embankment can't stop the tracks of the Union tanks, what's the use of this kind of improvised anti-tank repelling horses?

They can knock down the houses on both sides of the street and go around.

I heard that Bicester Town has fallen.

A shirtless man wiped his sweat, and put his tanned arms on the anti-tank horse that had just been assembled.

The workers next to him looked over after hearing the words, and an old man who was about forty or fifty years old muttered suspiciously.

real or fake?

The man said in a firm tone.

It's true! I was working outside the city yesterday, and I saw with my own eyes a team withdrawing from the direction of Bicester Town...

Regardless of whether they care about the progress of the war or not, the residents of Falcon City are no strangers to that fortress-like settlement.

Before the Weilante came here, they were poor and had never tried to build a fort in the desert.

It is precisely because of this that the Falcon royal family often publicizes the fortress standing in the desert, proving that it is an extremely wise decision for the royal family to join the Legion, proving the advanced construction technology of the Legion, and proving the relationship between the Falcon Kingdom and the Legion. friendship……

And that is indeed the case. Until half a month ago, Bicester Town played the role of a front-line logistics hub.

No one could believe that that mighty fortress fell so easily...

Bist...even there has fallen.

People from the alliance are going to kill them?

I heard that the alliance is all blood-drinking wastelanders. They have lived in a poor and barbaric abandoned land since they were born... the spirit of the sand sea, God knows what will happen to His Majesty's palace when those barbarians come.

Everyone was talking in whispers.

A boy with a waxy red face asked nervously.

Army, where is the legion?

Those tall Willanters still made him feel safe.

I heard from the radio that reinforcements from the west are coming soon. As long as they hold on, the alliance will soon be overwhelmed by tens of thousands of tanks.

The grown-ups, however, don't seem to believe those words at all.

The dark-skinned man shook his head.

The Willanters are re-arranging three layers of defense, but I see enough... Less than half of them have withdrawn from the No. 3 oasis. This battle, I think, is coming to an end.

Hearing this, the old man on the side was frightened and quickly covered his mouth.

Hush! Shut up, you, be careful not to be heard by the patrolling guards!

A hooded resident stared at him angrily.

Rumor! It must be a rumor!

This statement was quickly echoed.

That's right! Your Majesty is a chosen warrior, how could he lose!

The dark-skinned man seemed to have realized his slip of the tongue, and quickly corrected it.

I said it's over, but I didn't say it was lost... I mean that the alliance will soon be over, and of course His Majesty, who is wise and mighty, won in the end.

However, even the most devout believers do not believe this statement.

At this moment, patrolling guards were approaching from a distance, and everyone quickly stopped talking and returned to their posts to continue working.

...Do I still need to patrol? It feels like there are not many people in this city. The guard with the rifle on his back yawned and glanced at the laborers who were working honestly.

These days are definitely the most peaceful days in Falcon City.

There are no thieves.

There are no robbers.

Not even pedestrians.

From the age of 12 to the age of 46, everyone who could hold a gun was sent to the military camp or to the labor camp.

Apart from His Majesty's court, there might not be many idle people in Falcon City.

The purpose of patrolling is not to catch criminals, but to find fish that have slipped through the net. The slightly older guard glanced at the alley at the corner of the street, and was about to go in and have a look.

At this moment, a piercing alarm suddenly sounded in the distance.

Grass! Air strike?!

He wasn't the only one whose face changed wildly. The laborers who were repairing bunkers on the street also dropped their tools one after another, and ran desperately into the alleys beside the street to find a bunker.

I heard that the alliance's planes are very tricky, just like sparrows, and the radar of the Willant people can't catch them at all. Often, shortly after the air raid siren sounds, the bombs will follow.

This time, however, there was something unusual.

After waiting for a long time, there was no explosion.

Didn't even see the plane.

Sensing a trace of abnormality, the elder guard couldn't help but frowned.

Dud?

Just when he was thinking this way, white pieces of paper suddenly floated down from the air.

what is that?

The young guard stretched out his hand curiously, caught a fallen piece of paper, opened it and took a look.

And it doesn't matter.

That line of text almost made him stop breathing.

[Warning to the royal family of the Falcon King! On the last day of this week, our side will carry out strategic bombing of the palace, barracks and other facilities in Falcon City. Surrender is the only way out for you, and the end of stubborn resistance is self-destruction! 】

[Appendix 1: Residents in the city are requested to leave the fighting area. If you cannot leave, please stay at home to avoid accidental injury by stray bullets and explosive fragments. 】

[Appendix 2: Soldiers, officers, and other combat units of the Legion and the Falcon Kingdom can avoid being captured by surrendering to the Alliance garrison with this leaflet. 】

[Appendix 3: (Air Raid Emergency Evacuation Guide), (Safe Zone Location)]

alliance……

Called here already?

Why was it never mentioned on the radio?

There was a trace of panic in his eyes, and he looked up at the senior officer, only to see that the officer was staring at the flyer in his hand, and quickly threw it away as if he had been electrocuted.

Report, report sir, I definitely don't have that, that—

Shut up.

The older guard glanced left and right, seeing that no one was paying attention, walked over and picked up the flyer dropped by the young man.

We have to collect them and destroy them...You are responsible for that side, he pointed to the alley next to him, Go.

The young guard heaved a sigh of relief, nodded tremblingly, and trotted quickly into the alley.

The elder guard glanced at the leaflet in his hand, his gaze stayed on the map with the safe zone drawn, he took note of its location, and then he folded the leaflet into the size of a thumb and stuffed it into his boot.

Possession of leaflets dropped by enemy troops is a felony.

But he still did it by magic.

Although his superiors have been repeatedly brainwashing them, the army of the Falcon Kingdom, under the leadership of Prince William, has made great strides all the way, and has already captured all the territories of the Lion Kingdom and the Hump Kingdom, but few people will believe this kind of nonsense. up.

The soldiers who came back from the east were all terrified, with dizzy pupils...

That's not what a winner should look like.

Not far from him, the dark-skinned laborer and the forty or fifty-year-old man also carefully hid the leaflets.

The two looked at each other, knowing each other.

Even if it's not for yourself.

Also for the unarmed family members.

Amidst the piercing air defense sirens, similar scenes were staged everywhere in the city...

At the same time, the palace of the royal family of Falconry.

Unlike the chaotic commotion on the street, it was unusually quiet here.

On the magnificent throne, the aging King Montgomery stared blankly at the neatly written list in his hand.

This is the list sent by the temporary court, and it records the next batch of people to be executed.

When the war is going well, there are often only one or two names on it, but when the war starts to take a turn for the worse, sometimes there is not even enough to write on a piece of paper.

Inside these executed people.

Some were spies, some were deserters, and some were traitors who questioned the royal decision, or simply dissidents who were brought in by political enemies.

King Montgomery knew very well that many people on the list in his hands must have been wronged, but he no longer cared about those boring questions.

After signing the list casually, he impatiently threw it to the guard officer at the side.

To Lord Cromway.

The Earl of Cromway is the head of the temporary court appointed by him. His power is above the military court and the general court, and he specializes in dealing with those traitors in a complicated manner.

yes.

The officer of the guards bowed solemnly and took the list with both hands.

Montgomery suddenly noticed that the hands stretched out in front of him were trembling slightly.

He looked up at the guard officer, slowly opened and closed his dry lips, and called out the man's name.

Myrdal.

The guard captain's shoulders trembled, and he said in a low voice.

What's the matter... Your Majesty.

You're scared.

I don't.

Looking at his confidant who knelt down with a plop, Meng Gete's cloudy eyes were suddenly filled with love, and he put his right hand on his shoulder and patted him lightly.

Don't worry, the Willanters promised me...and it was the promise made by General Griffin himself. He will bring us victory.

Not just General Griffin's promises.

His son William was also a capable field marshal.

He has been preparing for this war for more than ten years, for the future of his people, and to fulfill the long-cherished wish of his ancestors...

He had a full hand of cards in his hands, and there was no reason to lose.

Myrdal lowered his head, his Adam's apple moved, he wanted to say something but didn't dare, a bitter smile appeared on his face blocked by the shadow.

He was very clear.

The majesty in front of him has gone crazy.

Not even just His Majesty...

Everyone here is crazy.

including himself.

Yes... Myrdal said respectfully.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the palace, and an officer trotted in, knelt on the ground on one knee, and reported the report quickly.

Report Your Majesty! The Alliance has airdropped leaflets in our city! They announced on the leaflets that they will airstrike on the last day of this week—

How could the alliance plane fly to us!

King Montgomery interrupted him with an unquestionable voice, and then spoke lightly.

Bring it to me and have a look.

yes!

The officer stood up and took two steps forward in fear, and handed the crumpled flyer to the captain of the guard, who handed it to King Montgot.

Montgomery, who took the leaflet, just glanced at it lightly, snorted lightly, and sneered at the corner of his mouth.

... Extremely arrogant.

After that, he crushed the flyer into a ball and threw it out.

Two months ago, in William's letter to him, the fertile capital of the Lion Kingdom was still under their siege. Even if the battle situation on the front line is slightly defeated, it will not mean that the flames of war have reached the capital.

The chief of the city defense recommends that you take refuge in the underground palace... Seeing that His Majesty the King was indifferent, the officer was sweating profusely, trying to persuade him to take refuge in the air-raid bunker.

However, before his words fell, he was mercilessly interrupted.

My king is not going anywhere.

Looking down at the officer kneeling on the ground, Montgomery clenched his fists, and a trace of madness flashed in his muddy pupils.

I'd like to see how the alliance's planes can surpass the thousands of troops under my king's command!

...

Bicester Fortress.

Looking at the rows of corpses hanging under the telephone poles, Elf Wang Fugui had a slightly complicated expression, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence of emotion.

These people are ruthless enough to deal with their own people.

Irena said with a delicate expression.

That's perfectly normal.

Even the Weilante people may not be Griffin's own people, let alone these subordinates whose status is not much higher than cannon fodder.

The short-term victory concealed a series of inequality problems. The conquest of the honey badger kingdom and the lion kingdom allowed the slaves to regain their self-confidence for a short time.

And when the victory could not be sustained, all the concealed contradictions gushed out like pus under acne.

The kingdom has gone mad...

From king to commoner.

Fortunately, this is the last madness.

At the east gate of the Bicester Fortress, trucks are driving in, and a large number of building materials are being sent here through the No. 3 oasis.

According to the order of the administrator.

They want to strengthen the town of Bicester, completely transform the fortress that serves as a supply hub into an offensive fortress, and deploy at least 100 155mm artillery pieces on a 5-kilometer-wide front, bringing the border of the Falcon Kingdom within the range of the artillery.

Not only that, large and small engineering equipment imported from Ideal City were also sent here, including excavators and road rollers.

According to the alliance, not only will a road from Oasis No. 3 to Bicester Town be built, but an airport will also be built to the east of the offensive fortress.

Barracks entrance.

With a flattering smile on his face, Wendell walked to the side of Mole, and respectfully handed out the notebook in his hand.

My lord, this is what you want.

The notebook records in detail the movement of every army passing by here, including number, personnel, supplies, and whereabouts, etc.

This is what he spent all morning racking his brains to sort out.

The Mole glanced over briefly, and made a simple comparison with the information he collected from Wedley's adjutant.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he nodded.

Good job, you're free.

Wedley stood still.

The Mole looked at him and raised his eyebrows.

Didn't you understand what I said?

Wedlier quickly explained.

No, no, my lord... the little one just wants to stay and serve you.

Work for me? Mole looked at the guy curiously, not knowing what play he was singing again.

Seeing the questioning gaze of the corps commander, Wedlier nodded quickly, and said righteously, Yes, my lord! The Willanters have kidnapped our king, controlled our country, and committed crimes in this desert. A crime that committed the hatred of man and god...Although I am not talented, I am willing to stand on the side of justice and conscience and contribute to the alliance!

He is not stupid.

The Falcon Kingdom is over.

A baron like him who is not good at high and low, and has no blood relatives in other kingdoms who can help him, will die wherever he goes, so he might as well hang out with the alliance.

He didn't like this opportunistic guy very much. Mole didn't want to agree at first, but after thinking about it, it would be nice to have an obedient local guide by his side.

Although the next mission of the Skeleton Corps is to divert and feint, and the alliance will not occupy the No. 2 oasis for strategic considerations, the nail nailed to the belly of the No. 2 oasis, Bistburg, will always remain.

When this battle is over, there may be many refugees from Oasis No. 2 passing by here...

Thinking of this, he nodded.

Okay, then you can keep it.

Wendlier was overjoyed when he heard that, if he hadn't figured out that this eccentric adult didn't like others kneeling, he would have knelt down on the spot to thank him for his kindness.

The adjutant standing aside didn't have his eyesight, so without thinking, he fell to his knees with a plop.

The little ones are also willing to follow in the footsteps of the alliance and do their best for the alliance and for the administrator...

Get up, said the Mole with black lines all over his head, don't kneel, we don't like that.

Before the adjutant came back to his senses, Wedley who was standing beside him quickly kicked his ass.

Did you hear me! Get you up.

This kick somewhat smelled of writing a public report for personal revenge.

He did not forget that these dogs took off his clothes and used them as white flags.

Yes Yes!

The adjutant looked aggrieved, and said that I didn't learn this from you, but after all, he still didn't dare to express what was in his heart, and hurriedly stood up obediently.

Completely substituting a new identity, Wedlier didn't regard himself as an outsider at all, and asked the mole attentively.

My lord, when are we going to set off to teach those big noses a lesson? I've seen them displeased for a long time!

said the Mole impatiently.

We naturally have our plan. If you can't wait, take a gun and charge them.

Hearing these words, Wedlier's enthusiasm suddenly seemed to be poured into a bucket of cold water, he smiled awkwardly, shut his mouth and did not speak...

...

While Wedleyer wanted to get down on his knees and lick the soles of his shoes, the Mole didn't quite trust the flamboyant guy.

After reporting the news to the manager, he assigned the licking dog the status of a foreman, and threw him to work on the construction site east of Bicester Town.

no way.

It's disgusting to watch every day.

Although he wished that his opponents were all soft-boned, a warrior like Rachel was more respectable.

Different from Mole's dislike, Wendlier is very satisfied with this new job, even to the point of being moved.

Being the captain of the labor force is better than being cannon fodder on the front lines.

It seems that the Alliance did treat the captives as well as rumored.

It's a pity he's not Field Marshal William.

Otherwise, he must surrender with the whole army of the Falcon Kingdom and end this stupid and futureless war as soon as possible.

...

Entering the third day of the construction team.

Seeing another group of trucks drive past the checkpoint not far away, the adjutant standing next to Wedley muttered.

Is the alliance planning to stay here forever?

In the past few days, trucks have been coming in continuously, and planes have been landing one after another, and the supplies unloaded are enough for several tens of thousands of teams.

But the army that did not see the alliance continued to move forward.

Everyone in the Labor team was speculating before that the league planned to catch the Legion by surprise, but it turned out not at all.

Wedlier also looked puzzled.

However, he is an honest and responsible person, and he knows that it is best not to meddle in things that should not be known.

After kicking the adjutant's ass, he cursed in a low voice.

Look around, don't you, hurry up and work!

The adjutant immediately shut his mouth, gave this guy a hard look, didn't dare to say anything, and dug a hole honestly.

...

It wasn't just Wedleyer and his workmates who were puzzled by the league's move.

There is also General Griffin, the commander-in-chief of the Legion stationed in Luoxia Province.

Staring at the map on the table with a frown, there was obvious confusion on his face.

As he expected, the Alliance took Bicester Fortress.

However, what he didn't understand was that the alliance armored force that had already knocked on the gate of oasis No. 2 did not continue to move forward as he had imagined, but stopped on the spot.

More than that, according to the report of the frontline reconnaissance force, a large number of trucks and engineering equipment have been transported into Bicester Town, which seems to be strengthening the local infrastructure.

This confused Griffin even more.

With his regrouped forces, he is ready to fight the Alliance to the death, and even he himself is ready to die generously.

However, the alliance, which was still in a blitzkrieg posture a few days ago, suddenly stopped fighting.

This can't help but make him feel that he has nowhere to use his energy.

What the hell are these guys trying to do? ? ?

...According to the front-line reconnaissance force, recently planes have often landed near Bicester Town. Standing next to the command table, the staff officer who knew nothing about Griffin's plan said in a deep voice.

Killer Whale?

Not only... There are also many propeller planes.

Griffin frowned.

Is there an airport in Bicester Town?

Is it repaired recently?

Propeller planes don't have high requirements for airports, but didn't they change the runway on the Iron Heart?

Why build another airfield on the front line...

This sudden caution always gave him an ominous premonition, especially the information that a large number of planes had landed near Bicester Town made him even more concerned.

Although he didn't care what kind of means the alliance used, anyway, he only needed to complete that plan before the end of the month, but the ominous premonition still lingered in his heart.

At this moment, the orderly trotted in from outside.

Report! There's news from the Royal Capital that the Alliance has airdropped leaflets over the Royal Capital, announcing that it will carry out a strategic bombing of Falcon City on the last day of this week!

Last day of the week.

That is, the day after tomorrow?

Griffin suddenly thought of something, his pupils shrank slightly, he glanced at the map, and then quickly looked at the staff officer beside him.

Which unit is closest to Falcon City?

The staff officer was stunned for a moment, and immediately replied.

It's the Falcon Kingdom's 20,000 team retreating to rest... They are about two days away from the capital.

For the decisive battle with the alliance.

They have concentrated all their forces on the border of the No. 2 oasis, and the rest of the rear are the disabled followers.

Griffin's heart tightened, and he quickly ordered.

Let them go to Falcon City immediately! Be sure to arrive within two days!

Heading to Falcon City?

The officers standing around were stunned.

It is at least three or four hundred kilometers from the front line to Falcon City.

They knew that the airborne troops of the alliance were very strong, and General Soft of the 40,000th team fell into the hands of the Burning Corps.

But it's not enough to use airborne troops to attack a city, right?

The city defense army and the royal family's guards stationed in Falcon City totaled five or six thousand people, and they were protected by river embankments.

Want to conquer such a fortress...

How many planes would that cost?

What's more, with the logistics self-sustainability of paratroopers, fighting at a place hundreds of kilometers away from reinforcements and supply lines, what is the difference between that and dying?

However, seeing the gloomy expression on Griffin's face, the staff officer standing aside did not dare to ask any more questions and could only stand up straight.

yes!

Looking away from the staff officer, Griffin looked at the map again, his fists were slowly clenched and then loosened, his face was cloudy and uncertain.

The alliance built a temporary airport on the front line and assembled a large number of planes from the rear... This is obviously not for bombing targets within 20 kilometers.

This is almost a clear card!

He didn't understand why the alliance chose the most risky plan instead of choosing the best option, but his years of experience in the military told him that when the opponent made an unexpected move, he must be alert to the fact that the opponent might have mastered the basics. Information that should not be possessed.

...the royal capital.

Chewing the word over and over again, Griffin muttered softly while staring at the map.

What the hell are you trying to do?

at the same time.

The desert on the southeast side of Oasis 2.

The Iron Heart, which had sailed hundreds of kilometers in no man's land, finally emerged from the howling wind and yellow sand.

Inside the bridge.

General McLennan was staring at the man in power armor with a livid face, his eyes gleaming with hatred, but he didn't dare to speak.

He didn't expect that one day he would return to this airship in such a form.

This reminded him of that shameful memory...

Finod, who was standing in the corner, didn't dare to look at him, so he had to find a crack on the ground to distract himself.

Fortunately, General McLennan didn't pay attention to himself at all, and his eyes were completely on the man's figure.

What do you want to bring me here? Finally unable to bear the hatred, McLennan said through gritted teeth.

Not caring about his hateful eyes at all, Chu Guang replied in a relaxed tone.

I invite you to watch the finale.

The ending? McLenne was slightly stunned, then sneered, Isn't it too early to say big things now?

Seeing his face that pretended to be calm, Chu Guang laughed and teased.

Be happy, you'll be reunited with your old friends in no time.

The Legion will not surrender. McCllen stared at him, Never.

Is it?

Chu Guang smiled lightly, did not respond to his weak struggle, and cast his gaze out of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The green outline gradually emerged behind the misty yellow sand, printed on the looming horizon in the distance.

From the bone-chewing chaos sweeping the valley, to the flames burning above the sunset...

The day of reckoning has finally come.

After this battle, the alliance will usher in a long-lasting peace.

As a dedicated planner, he has to take some time to conceive a new version.

But before that—

It's time to end this war.