This Game Is Too Realistic

...On behalf of the Falcon royal family, I hereby declare that the Falcon Kingdom's land and air forces will surrender to the Alliance, the Enterprise Expeditionary Force, and the belligerent countries such as the Lion, Honey Badger, Golden Lizard, and Hump.

From the date of signing the surrender agreement, all combat units of the Falcon Royal Family should give up their current positions immediately and go to the alliance or enterprise army station to hand over their weapons and ammunition. The alliance and enterprise promise to guarantee the safety of everyone.

I would also like to tell my subjects that the reason why the Kingdom declared war on the countries in Luoxia Province is because the favors bestowed by the Spirit of Sand Sea have been decreasing year by year, and the expenditure on the garrison, the royal family and the industry have remained high. It was not my intention...

...I hope you all understand what I mean.

Holograms.

King Montgomery, wearing a crown and robes, read the edict of surrender facing the camera while sitting in the castle's office.

And just five minutes ago, he had signed a formal surrender written agreement and delivered it to the Alliance's Burning Corps stationed in the castle.

This holographic image will be broadcast throughout the entire territory of the Falcon Kingdom in the form of audio, and sent to all departments of the Falcon Kingdom Army through the command system.

It is foreseeable that some players stationed in Bicester Town are busy.

Finally read the edict of surrender in his hand to the end, Montgomery paused, and looked at the holographic image projected in front of him.

The man in the image is the manager of the alliance.

The man was younger than he had imagined, and was completely different from the portraits his affairs officer had collected from the Honey Badger Kingdom.

Especially those eyes, as deep as the stars above his head.

Although he couldn't see much sharpness and sharpness, the dark pupils had a breathtaking penetrating power, which made him dare not meet them—as if he just stayed on those pupils for a second longer, the secret in his heart will be all stolen.

Do you think it needs to be changed? King Montgomery said with the attitude of a courtier.

Chu Guang was quite satisfied with his surrender edict, especially because he put the important things first and left nonsense for later.

Regarding the Falcon Kingdom, he already had an arrangement in his heart, but there was no need to tell him at this time.

In order to thwart Griffin's crazy plan, the second thing he has to do now is to disarm the frontline troops!

Looking at the old man with drooping eyebrows in the holographic screen, he said concisely.

No, just this one.

Montgomery nodded slightly, sighed in his heart, and after saying goodbye, he disappeared from the holographic screen.

Seeing the old man disappearing from the screen, Chu Guang turned his attention to Xiao Qi who was sitting on the pen holder.

Have you got the communication interface?

The Legion not only helped the Falcon Kingdom establish a relatively modern command system, but also provided the Falcon Kingdom with a full range of information technology services.

After all, having inherited part of the military technology from the pre-war era, the Legion still has a set in the fields of information security and cryptography, and even colleges and enterprises will find it difficult.

Not to mention a general-purpose assistant AI like Xiao Qi.

To make a figurative but inappropriate analogy, the army's information warfare defense ability is 4, and its offensive ability has probably degraded to 3 over time.

Enterprises are about 3 and 4, and colleges that are both concerned by legions and enterprises are about 5 and 2.

As for the shelter with full defense points, it is about 6 and 0.5~1.

This is for a number of historical reasons, including budget.

As for the countries in Luoxia Province, from all indications, the only thing they inherited from the pre-war civilization is the river embankment, and even the only thing they inherited is endowed with religious meaning because it cannot be explained .

Unless the Falcon Kingdom does not use radio for long-distance communication like the Lion Kingdom, but uses flying pigeons to send letters or speed up the whip, otherwise, with the information technology strength and encryption level of the feudal kingdom, this war will not need to be fought for so long.

Even an attack power of 0.5 cannot be resisted by the primitive civilization before the prosperous era.

Without the information encryption service provided by the Legion, Xiaoqi could paralyze the communication system of the Falcon Kingdom just like crushing the real world network.

But now it is no longer necessary.

In a physical sense, the Alliance Army obtained the key to open the door from the Falcon Kingdom, and the signal repeater has been installed on the top of the castle tower.

...The interface has been confirmed, and the signal is in good condition! Master, do you want to send the image just now to the Falcon Kingdom Command?

Well, looking at Xiao Qi with shining eyes, Chu Guang nodded approvingly, Not only the headquarters, but combat units at all levels will try their best to send out a copy...if it can be done.

Xiao Qi put her right fist on her chest playfully.

receive!

...

The surrender broadcast was broadcast first in Falcon City.

Repeated over and over through horns and speakers all over the city.

After hearing the words of surrender from the king they were loyal to, the guards in the castle who were desperately resisting finally gave up their last illusions, and walked out of the attic of the utility room and under the stove in the kitchen with their hands raised in disgrace.

certainly.

Not everyone can accept such an ending calmly.

Long live His Majesty the King!

The muscles of the face twisted with madness, and a guard pulled out the tab of the last grenade, which was blown to pieces with a bang.

Others did not say a word, stuffed the barrel of the gun into their mouths, closed their eyes and pulled the trigger...choosing to die as a soldier.

But no matter what, it can't change the fact that they have been defeated.

Everything is over.

Their kingdom was lost long before their Majesty surrendered...

The captured rifles were thrown in the hall of the palace, and the ammunition was stored separately in the utility room. The guards with their heads in their hands lined up out of the castle under the surveillance of the Union soldiers.

A soldier stopped in front of Myrdal, looked at the officer with a bandage on his face, hesitated for a moment and gave a military salute.

Sir, where are we... going next?

Myrdal looked at him with complicated emotions.

Go and stay with your family.

The soldier froze for a moment, and stood there in a daze until his comrades came over and pulled him aside.

The bearded man muttered and patted him on the shoulder.

Let's go...to my place.

Seeing the two people walking away, Myrdal suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a little impression of that young man... He was enlisting in the army instead of his elder brother, and before that his elder brother was replacing his father.

The young man has no home to return to.

Myrdal closed his eyes in pain, facing the long line without saying a word for a long time.

the other side.

Standing at the entrance of the dungeon, Lao Liu in the corner walked up to Lao Bai.

The members of the royal family have taken control, and those nobles who are attached to the royal family... Should they stay in the dungeon? Or let them go back to their rooms to sleep?

Lao Bai thought for a while and said.

Let them spend the night in the dungeon first, and hand them over to the NPC who takes over here.

The sixth child in the corner made an OK gesture.

Oak.

Before the airship flies over the castle, they need to stand guard for the NPCs of the First Corps for a while.

It's easy for players.

Take turns to go offline and rest.

In addition to controlling the entire castle, Gust also assigned a centurion to Quit Smoking, and asked him to take the herald appointed by Montgomery and the deputy of the city defense chief Bofor to the south gate of Falcon City to disarm the city defense. defense of the army and militia.

There are more than a dozen anti-aircraft guns deployed on the embankment.

Before the airship comes here, they need to focus on destroying the anti-aircraft guns that have not been blown up.

On the way to the south gate of the river embankment, the centurion led by Jie Smoking happened to run into the militia troops rushing to the castle for support.

Among these people were old people, children, and even women. There were only a dozen or so guns in the hundreds of people, and dozens of people even carried pitchforks and flails for threshing millet.

It was obvious they didn't want to come.

Otherwise, the ten-kilometer road would not have taken so long.

There was no need for the centurion who called Quit Smoking to order, and Bofor's adjutant immediately trot forward, waving his hands and shouting at those people.

The war is over! Throw down your weapons and you can go home!

Nobody moved.

Finally, an old man in his fifties squeezed out from the crowd, stared at the adjutant and asked.

Do you mean what you say? Let's lay down our weapons... Your Majesty... won't you hang us?

The adjutant yelled dumbfoundedly.

Don't worry! No! Your Majesty has already surrendered!

After confirming that their king had surrendered and that the broadcast just now was not a lie fabricated by the enemy, these militiamen seemed to be relieved one by one, dropped their weapons and agricultural tools in relief, and disappeared in a crowd. on the street.

At this time, a laborer with a shovel came out of the alley.

Behind him was a group of ragged men who had been following the Alliance soldiers for a long time since they left the castle.

Looking at the official who seemed to be of some status, the dark-skinned man shouted.

What about us? Do we...do we still need to continue repairing that rejection horse?

The adjutant said dumbfoundedly.

No need...don't waste time, you all go home too.

The castle has been taken down, what's the use of repairing these things?

These people really don't have any vision at all...

When they heard that they could go home, everyone's eyes were filled with tears, and wept with excitement, some even threw down their shovels and cheered.

Long live the Alliance!

It's a pity that as soon as these words were spoken, the emotional guy was dragged away by his companions covering his mouth.

The war is over.

But the city hasn't changed its name yet.

It was still the king who sat in the castle.

No one knows what the future will hold...

...

at the same time.

2 Oasis Eastern Front.

When he heard the news of King Montgomery's surrender, Prince William, who was sitting in the tent, froze for ten minutes.

Finally recovering from the surprise, he stretched out his trembling index finger and pinched it between his eyebrows, and looked at the guard standing in front of him after a long time.

...Play it again.

yes!

The guard nodded nervously, turned on the hologram device in his arms, and played the hologram from Falcon City again.

In light blue particles.

The old old king spoke in a calm voice.

... On behalf of the Falcon royal family, I hereby declare that the Falcon Kingdom's land and air forces will surrender to the Alliance, the Enterprise Expeditionary Force, and the belligerent countries such as the Lion, Honey Badger, Golden Lizard, and Hump from now on.

William stared intently at the old man in the holographic image, trying to find a flaw in his expression, his voice, and even the tiny pixels of light.

Unfortunately, he couldn't find it until the last second of the video.

no doubt.

That man was his father—

Montgomery Falcon!

The supreme king of the Falcon Kingdom.

William closed his eyes in pain, his brows were full of melancholy and struggle.

Looking at the prince with clenched fists, the guard standing in front of him lowered his head and asked seriously.

Your Highness, what should we... do?

If Prince William refuses to recognize His Majesty's edict of surrender, he will stand with the prince and correct the old king.

The border of Oasis 2 is still in their hands.

Behind them is the Legion.

As long as Prince William is willing to fight, there is no way they will lose!

William was silent for a long time without speaking, clenched and then loosened his fists on his knees, and finally his unwillingness, surprise and anger all turned into a long sigh.

Micalit.

Yes. The guard said solemnly.

William paused and continued.

...I never thought that Falcon City would fall into the hands of the league.

We fought valiantly for Griffin, for Triumph City, and for their marshal, but the things they promised us...in fact, none of them were fulfilled.

The guard stared blankly at His Highness, and had vaguely guessed something from the expression on his brow.

William didn't look at the young guard.

He just suddenly remembered the words that the high-spirited officer had unilaterally announced to him outside the capital of abundance.

When the battle was not going well, the Willant people let them charge, and when it was necessary to retreat, the Willant people left them mercilessly and asked them to cut off their rear.

Seems like it's always been that way.

It was the same tonight, until the edict of surrender was issued to him, he didn't know that the capital behind him had been occupied by the alliance people.

The Falcon Kingdom has already lost at least tens of thousands of young people because of the war, and countless people have fled the kingdom...

And those Weilante people never regarded them as one of their own.

He could take the throne from his father and declare the armistice invalid. The army in his hands is loyal to the royal family, but even more loyal to him as the marshal of the kingdom.

He can lead his subordinates to continue fighting, and fight alliances and companies until the end...

But he knows.

Even if you do, the ending will not change in any way.

If the Willanters never consider them their own, all promises are nothing but self-defeating lies...

They will never be able to wait for reinforcements from Triumph City.

Even if you wait, everything will be of no avail.

Order the entire army to break out of camp and set off immediately... Leave weapons and ammunition where they are, turn off the radio, and go to Bicester Town to surrender.

Hearing His Royal Highness's voice, the guard's shoulders shook slightly, and he looked at him in surprise, but finally lowered his head heavily.

yes!

...

It wasn't just Prince William and the Falcon Kingdom's army that received the edict of surrender, it naturally also included the Legion Command, which had the highest command on the front line.

Every move of the slave country's army is under their surveillance, so it is naturally impossible for such a big news to be ignored.

After staring blankly in the direction of the south for half a minute, Griffin suddenly cursed angrily.

This group of disgraceful traitors! Dogs who do more than fail!

Not loyal at all!

He slammed his right fist on the command table, and he stared at the map spread out on the table, his pupils were bloodshot.

What he feared the most happened.

What the alliance planned from the very beginning was to directly occupy Falcon City, not just a simple strategic bombing.

It's just that he never thought that Falcon City, which had more than 5,000 defenders, would be captured by the alliance's airborne troops with less than 1,000 soldiers.

What he didn't expect was that the old man who respected him so resolutely chose to surrender...

The officers standing in front of the command table also had heavy faces.

Counting the militias and city defense forces mobilized to the front line, there are currently eight teams of 10,000 people on the border of the No. 2 oasis, responsible for a line of defense that is 120 kilometers wide and 30 kilometers deep.

Once these 80,000 teams defected.

The line of defense they have built with great difficulty will become riddled with holes in an instant.

Unless they spread out the five remaining 10,000 men across those vacant defensive positions...but that would only make things worse.

The staff officer couldn't help but secretly glanced at General Griffin, and lowered his voice to remind.

If the Alliance's armored forces move out now, we will soon be divided and surrounded by them...

You don't need to remind me. Griffin interrupted him coldly.

The staff officer's expression froze slightly.

Several officers standing in front of the command table glanced at each other, and finally looked at the adjutant closest to Griffin.

The rear supplies are coming soon.

But their professional intuition told them that even if they sent it, it would not help.

Their slave country has surrendered, and from now on they must face the survivors of the entire desert alone, as well as the expeditionary force from the east.

It wasn't just the supply of ammunition that was a problem.

Now even the supply of bread, beef, eggs and milk has been cut off. Without the supply delivery from the rear, even if the alliance does nothing, they will not last long.

Unless they turn their guns and bring down the Falcon Kingdom...but that's obviously impossible. Occupying a kingdom is much more difficult than coercing a kingdom. They simply cannot spare any extra manpower to rebuild a puppet, let alone the alliance army is watching them from the sidelines.

Whatever Griffin thinks.

They don't want to fight anymore...

Under pressure from his colleagues, the adjutant bit the bullet and looked at Griffin, and said in a low voice.

General... what should we do?

Griffin was silent for a long, long time.

Finally, under the expectant eyes of everyone, he spoke slowly.

Transfer to the military base a hundred kilometers away... Our reinforcements are coming soon. Griffin glanced at the officers standing in front of the command table, and said word by word, Surrender is not in my dictionary, As long as I'm still standing here... don't even think about it.

He was ready to go to hell.

For Triumph City.

For His Majesty the Marshal.

For the glory of invincibility.

The moment he heard the words he said, his eyes instantly turned into disappointment.

Even despair.

They didn't know the plan in Griffin's mind, let alone prepared to be buried with him.

An atmosphere of silence spread around the command table.

Feeling the pressure of those gazes, the adjutant lowered his head helplessly, and said through gritted teeth.

yes……

...

next morning.

A strange scene occurred on the border of Oasis No. 2.

On the heavily guarded position, a large group of people from Wuyang Wuyang left the position and walked towards the desert empty-handed.

Another group of people also left the trench, but retreated in the opposite direction.

The two parties seemed to have made an appointment, and no one interfered with the other.

Oh my god...the group of Willant people don't want to fight anymore, do they?

The Elf King Fugui standing on the top of the tank turret held up the binoculars, glanced into the distance, and suddenly clicked his tongue and said.

Crowds of captives walked to the west gate of Bicester Town, and the commander leading the team was handing over the surrendered officers assigned by the alliance.

He looked around but didn't see the big nose of the Willant.

Didn't see the Battlefield either.

No one can go against the trend of history... just look back. Mole squinted his eyes as he looked at the mass of human heads in front of him, and pretended to say something he didn't understand very well.

At this time, Mengxin, who was leaning next to the tank, suddenly sighed with emotion.

If this is going to go down in one shot...it will take a lot of heads.

Mole rolled his eyes.

Then your account will be gone. Remember to sell the silver coins in the account first.

The price of silver coins has never been fixed.

In particular, there were several auctions before. Although I don't know what was auctioned, they were all sold in the hundreds of millions and billions.

Although Mengxin probably doesn't have much money in his pocket, it's no problem to change it for one or two thousand yuan.

That Mengxin was stunned.

Ah... you still have a trading account with a BAN?

The Mole looked at him strangely.

This is a beta test game...the helmet is given out by lottery, so it's not unreasonable even if the beta test qualification is revoked.

That Mengxin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Hey! But this punishment is too heavy, right?

Jumping down from the turret, Elf King Fugui patted the buddy on the shoulder with a playful smile.

That's not it. It is set that every NPC in this game will be deleted when it dies. Don't say that the dog plans to get you. If he doesn't get you, we have to get you too.

That's right, Irena nodded, and said with a delicate expression, ...Continue to fight, the settlement of the expansion pack will be postponed.

The Corps' collective points will also be deducted.

Maybe I will miss the 'Waves' event at the end of the year.

Hiss...that can't be done!

Seeing that everyone looked at him with unfriendly eyes, Mengxin quickly smiled and waved his hands.

I'll just say hello... I definitely can't cheat everyone!

He just thinks about it.

The keys to the tank are all in the hands of the commander, and those leaders in the 10s and 20s will not accompany him to fool around.

What's more, the silver coins in his account are worth thousands of dollars.

Mole gave Mengxin a meaningful look, but said nothing.

But then again.

If one day a certain player suddenly sells all the equipment and consigns all the silver coins, as long as the dog planner is not a pig, he will definitely know what he is planning to do.

Although he didn't dare to try it, he still couldn't help being curious.

Will the dog plan use permissions because it suspects that a player is planning to make trouble?

I will still fish and enforce the law...

It's a pity that because of the existence of the even BAN mechanism, even if there is a fish that slips through the net regardless of other people's game experience, it will disappear from the forum because the account is locked.

Whether or not there is no way of knowing.

...

The afternoon sun shines on the streets of Falcon City.

For most of the residents of Falcon City, today's sunshine is exceptionally bright. This war, provoked by the ambition and stupidity of a few, is finally over.

Many people left the city early in the morning with rattan baskets on their backs, intending to dig some potatoes or ears of wheat in the unattended wild fields outside to cook porridge for home.

It has been a long time since they have seen the sun in the suburbs.

Since the promulgation of the Wartime Act and Mobilization Regulations, civilians without titles need to pass paperwork before they can leave the city.

Worried that someone would flee to other oases with their families, or hide in the forest to avoid military service, those noble gentlemen would rather starve to death in the city than allow them to go out of the city to fend for themselves.

Thank goodness.

It's finally over.

No matter what the future holds, everyone is relieved.

Of course, the people who left the city were not all because of hunger, and more people mainly wanted to escape the chaos brought about by the war.

As the militia, city defense army, and palace guards were disbanded one after another, the public security environment in the city also quickly deteriorated.

There is no shortage of people taking advantage of the fire at any time.

Not to mention that among a group of old, weak, sick and disabled, anyone with a little strength can become the king and dominate. At this time, if he took a rifle from the battlefield and brought it home, he could become a general who dominated several streets up.

Coupled with the veterans who were sent home, it was even more unstable.

However, the chaotic situation unexpectedly did not last long.

Perhaps it was because they couldn't understand those robbers who took advantage of the fire to loot and bully men and women, but the alliance soldiers who were the victors didn't even look at the jokes.

Instead, he made a move.

They did two things.

The first thing to do was to gather representatives from various industries in the city to set up the Civil Self-government Committee, select a group of young men from the retired militia, and distribute the weapons seized from the Guards and City Defense Army to them. .

The second thing is to punish those robbers who took advantage of the fire and even committed crimes in the street with thunderous means, and handed them over to the newly established Civil Self-Government Committee for disposal.

Inside the palace of the castle.

Several men whose noses and faces were bruised and swollen were kneeling on the ground, their hands and feet were tightly bound by ropes.

Not far from them stood several old men, women and children who had also been brought here as victims and witnesses.

Standing with the players of the Burning Corps were representatives of the Civic Self-Government Committee. Some of them were tailors, some were stonemasons, and some were butchers who sold pork. Several of them were holding Ripper rifles.

It could be seen that it was the first time for them to stand in the palace, and everyone's expressions were very reserved, even anxious, not daring to look at the king sitting on the throne.

If it wasn't for the alliance soldiers asking them to stand here, they would have already knelt on the ground like those prisoners.

Instead of looking at the few people kneeling on the ground, Lao Bai looked at the old king sitting on the throne.

...In the alliance, robbery is a felony, and the maximum sentence can be determined as a predator. He will be deprived of all personal freedom, political power, and even human rights, and will work like an animal in a mine until he dies.

As he said that, Lao Bai suddenly turned his eyes away from the king's face, and looked at the representatives of the common people who had been selected by them.

How do you handle this situation here?

Several people hesitated, and finally the butcher stood up and said viciously.

According to the laws of the Falcon Kingdom... it should be beheaded for public display!

Hearing that he was going to be chopped off, the man kneeling on the ground immediately screamed like a mouse whose tail had been stepped on.

Wait! I'm a nobleman! I'm a baron conferred by His Majesty the King himself... The criminal law of beheading does not apply to me!

Lao Bai was not surprised by the man's defense.

Except for those small fish and shrimps, those who are capable of taking advantage of the fire at this time are generally nobles exempted from military service.

Especially the kind of nobles who are not big or small.

These few people refused to confess before because of their face. When they heard that they were going to cut themselves off, they immediately revealed their identities as nobles.

All five of them turned out to be barons.

The old king looked at them with black lines all over his head.

These people simply humiliated him.

Lao Bai shook his head.

Beheading is too bloody... uncivilized.

However, before those kneeling on the ground were happy, his next sentence made them fall into a bottomless ice cave.

Change it to hanging.

Hearing that he still couldn't escape death, the nobles kneeling on the ground looked at the king one after another.

His Majesty!

Forgive me, Your Majesty!

Looking at the few nobles who begged and looked at him, the old king sighed, and just wanted to remind them that they begged the wrong person.

But there is no way, after all, he is a nobleman named by himself.

He looked at the regiment commander and said in a low voice.

He just... bullied a few civilians, as for?

It depends on the owner to beat the dog.

No matter how unbearable it is, they are also his subordinates. He has already surrendered. What else do these people want?

Moreover, he didn't know why the league would do this.

Is it to buy people's hearts?

Or humiliate yourself?

There is no need to spend a lot of time playing the show for yourself. What dignity does he have for a king of a defeated country?

but……

That citizen self-government committee always made Montgot feel uneasy.

Although he bestows noble status on civilians who have made great achievements in battle, he has always been wary of distributing power in his hands to people other than nobles.

Especially now, these people are not only given law enforcement powers by the soldiers of the alliance, but also have guns in their hands.

Due to the majesty of the royal family, these mud legs may not do anything, but it may be difficult to take these guns away from their hands.

Thinking of this, Montgomery couldn't help but have a headache.

The sudden chaos in the city didn't worry him too much. This kind of chaos is like a gust of wind, and it will be fine if it blows over.

But these things that the alliance is doing make him feel uneasy.

It always feels like they planted an incredible bomb under their feet...

Lao Bai said with a smile.

This is an order from the manager, do you have any objections?

King Montgomery immediately fell silent when he heard the words, and shook his head after a long time.

No, please go ahead.

The voice just fell.

Even without the people from the alliance expressing their opinion, the citizens surrounded by several prisoners immediately pulled up several barons who were kneeling on the ground, and dragged them out of the door regardless of their cries.

Obviously.

They've put up with these guys for a long time, even before today.

That dragging action might not be without personal anger in it.

Lao Bai ignored them and acquiesced in their lynching.

Although the manager's style of handling things suits him quite well, he also knows in his heart that Chu Guang did not do this to assert any justice.

Just to throw part of the power out of the castle under his feet, and distribute it to the citizens who are mercenary.

Then the two classes of citizens and feudal aristocrats were completely torn apart...

As one of the means of abolishing the war potential of the Falcon Kingdom, this is more effective than destroying their industries... Those consumables will never throw themselves on the battlefield by themselves.

Listening to the desperate howls and rude curses fading away outside the palace gate, King Montgomery sighed and closed his eyes.

Even if there are ten thousand reluctances in his heart, what can he say?

Even he himself is a trophy of the alliance.

And everything the alliance does is just disposing of its own spoils...

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(The book friend group is blown up, you can add a new group 2, everyone, don’t keep discussing dangerous topics, just build it after my group is gone, I feel sorry for your number gone... Hey, the chicken soup stewed today is not good , I don’t know why the stewed chicken legs are harder than leather shoes. Everything is not going well, I’m more than ten minutes late, sorry!)