This Game Is Too Realistic

On the square in front of the castle.

Standing on the tower of the gate, you can see a sea of ​​people, it is dark, and even the road leading to the square is blocked.

Since the promulgation of the Wartime Regulations, this kind of spontaneous large-scale gathering of residents has not occurred for a long time.

Everyone was afraid of being caught as a young man, or being caught as a spy by Earl Cromway appointed by His Majesty the King.

Only now that the war is over, people dare to hang out in the streets without incident.

Looking at the gallows in the center of the square, the people around the square whispered excitedly, talking about the gossip they heard from other people.

Have you heard? Matt Neal was sentenced to hang!

The Baron?

I remember that Hunter's family seemed to have died at his hands.

His little daughter is so cute...It's a pity that that villain fell in love with her by chance.

Poor Hunter... I heard that his eldest son died outside the city of Plenty. He was so burned that he couldn't even find his body. He also lost an arm during the retreat, but unfortunately he didn't die on the battlefield.

The 20,000 team... It's too miserable.

...In the end, it turned out that the enemy avenged him.

Bah! Matt Neil... this bastard! I remember him! My wife was just... A skinny man spat cursingly, but suddenly stopped talking halfway through.

When the people around heard the words, they all became energetic, looked at him sympathetically and curiously, and continued to question him.

Then what?

Tell me.

The man's face turned red, he was annoyed by the question, and finally suppressed a curse, and drove away the people around him watching the excitement.

Talk about your mother!

Beside the gallows not far away, under the gaze of pairs of eyes, the belated protagonists finally appeared on the stage.

Five typical nobles were captured by Union soldiers and pushed to the gallows by angry citizens.

In the face of inescapable death, even the most vicious person can't help turning livid and pale.

A baron closed his eyes, and the man next to him was so frightened that he peed on his pants. The smell leaked from his pants legs made the executioner who was pressing him to the execution ground frowned.

The ugliness of the five nobles caused the residents in the audience to roar excitedly.

They had never seen these decent people look so miserable, and it was more exciting than watching crickets scuffling in the mud.

It turns out that these well-dressed people are also afraid of death.

These people are not as noble as they claim to be.

In the face of death, they will also cry and beg for mercy.

But even if they begged for mercy, the angry citizens did not intend to let these nasty guys go.

It was they who sent those young lads to the front line, and sent fat cattle and sheep and young girls to the barracks, just to please those Willant people.

These nobles did not dare to resist the rule of the Willant people, but in turn passed all the suffering on innocent people like them.

Five people……

Still too few kills!

Because there are no rotten eggs or rotten leaves to use, people can only pick up stones on the ground to vent their hatred in their hearts. In order to prevent these people from dying before being executed, the militiamen standing next to them can only step forward to kill the crowd and these waiting to be slaughtered. prisoners separated.

The executioner read aloud a series of unspeakable crimes committed by these people during the war, including murder and arson, murder in the street, rape and robbery, etc., which further ignited the anger in people's hearts.

Kill them!

Chop off their heads!

Hang them on the lampposts!

Silence! Silence! Listen to me!

A man in his thirties and forties, dressed in linen, came to the front of the crowd.

His name is Taut.

Before the promulgation of the Wartime Regulations, he was a paper maker. Now because of his literacy, he was picked up by the soldiers of the Union as a representative of the committee.

Friends from the River Valley Province, tell us to be civilized, even if we deal with wolves and hyenas! We must end their lives in a civilized way!

The five nobles were gagged, and they didn't even have a chance to quibble, and their necks were tied with a thick hemp rope around the mouth of the bowl by the executioner's gloves.

Taut turned to look at the gallows, and swung his right hand vigorously.

Execution!

Amid the cheers of the people, the board fell heavily, and the five people's feet were empty, their necks were broken, and their sinful lives ended on the gallows.

Long live the Alliance!

Long live the Autonomous Committee!

Good kill!

The crowd in the audience burst into deafening cheers.

The expressions of several people in the crowd flickered, and they walked away quietly with pale faces. In the mansion not far from the square, Earl Cromway was standing by the window, his hand holding the window eaves trembling.

Now the alliance only executes those who committed crimes during the occupation period, and did not massacre in the palace.

But what about after the league is gone?

These mobs with guns are crazy.

In order to allow the mobilization decree to be implemented smoothly, he killed many people for His Majesty the King...

What he is most afraid of now is that those people will be liquidated on his head.

Standing behind Earl Cromway, the gray-haired old butler said in a low voice.

Master... I suggest that you should go out of the city to avoid the limelight in the near future.

His master is a celebrity in front of His Majesty the King.

But at this juncture, it's not a good thing to get too close to that bad old man.

The attitude of the league is unpredictable.

But they suddenly attacked the nobles in the city and gave the guns to the civilians, which is obviously not a good omen.

Earl Cromway did not speak, his eyes struggled for a while, and finally he gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

I can't leave.

Looking at the surprised butler, Cromwell paused and continued.

Tomorrow... the Heart of Iron will come here tomorrow at the latest. The supreme commander of the alliance, or even the manager, is most likely on that airship.

The king can't count his words, and if he wants to survive, he can only please his new master... otherwise it will be useless no matter where he escapes.

A trace of sadness could not help appearing on the count's face.

It's a pity that there is too little information about the alliance.

I don't know what that grown-up likes...

...

After the trial and the hanging, Taut asked the boys with guns to drag the body to a random place outside the embankment and bury it.

If any family members come, just throw it to them... But at this juncture, even if their family members want to collect the corpses for them, they may have to wait.

Under the alliance's instruction, the Falcon City's self-government committee established a new militia group.

Most of these militiamen were young men who had previously served hard labor, and they belonged directly to the Autonomous Committee and were mainly responsible for maintaining law and order in the city.

Looking at the hemp rope dangling gently on the gallows, Tao Te, who had calmed down, suddenly felt a chill down his back...

It wasn't until then that he realized that the Alliance had stuffed something into his hands.

Killing these guys really relieved his anger. He hated those guys who bullied them as much as the people.

But after the killing, he became afraid.

The Alliance can't stay here forever...

What if they go away?

Will His Majesty spare him?

Will the nobles spare him?

Straighten your waist. Looking at Tao Te, whose face was slightly pale, Lao Bai stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, grinning and said, You have guns in your hands, so what are you afraid of?

Taut said with a wry smile.

This, it's not about guns... After all, those people are nobles conferred by His Majesty the King.

So? Are they awakened, or do they hold several divisions in their hands? Lao Bai shrugged, The alliance has no king, and we have a good life.

Taut and several other industry representatives around were too frightened to speak out by this outrageous remark, but after thinking about it, it seemed to make sense.

What are they afraid of with guns...

Thinking of this, several people gripped the rifles in their hands even tighter, as if what was held in their hands was their lifeblood.

Lao Bai smiled and patted the shoulder of the NPC named Tao Te.

From today onwards, you are the chairman of the committee. Remember, even if we leave one day, you can't just hand it over... This is not for us, but for the oppressed people behind you, don't let them down .”

Taut nodded nervously.

I promise!

Looking at the middle-aged man, Lao Bai nodded.

They won't be here for long.

The Falcon Kingdom is too far away for the alliance, so far away that these people can regard a bearded man who was imagined out of thin air as a manager.

After all, people need to complete their own redemption.

All they can do is drop a seed on the ground.

As for what will grow...

That's up to them.

...

The Civil Self-Government Committee was just a small episode after the Alliance occupied Falcon City, and the Burning Corps did much more than that under the instruction of Chu Guangdi.

All the equipment capable of producing seamless steel pipes and stamped bullet casings in the entire capital was destroyed, and any factories or workshops related to military industry or just a little bit were demolished by blasting.

As for the craftsmen and engineers trained by the Falcon Kingdom...

Killing people is never good.

After Lao Bai and Chu Guang made a phone call, they decided to arrange a new place for these people—a home for them near Bicester Town.

Coincidentally, the spring commander who had just arrived in the Wilhelm industrial area also inadvertently did something similar.

In the William Industrial Park.

Since the broadcast of surrender had already arrived here, when the spring assembled three centurions to attack, it was discovered that the guards stationed here had disbanded on the spot.

Not a single security guard was seen in the huge industrial area.

Inside the Royal First Foundry.

The workers were sitting on the edge of the factory building in a daze, and when they saw the soldiers of the alliance coming in, they squatted obediently on the ground.

Seeing the unfriendly appearance of these people, the director of the factory, Bowman, rushed forward and said with a smile on his face.

My lord... we have surrendered.

Spring water glanced at him.

I know.

That was all last night.

When the rotation went offline, he checked the forum and knew that the Falcon Kingdom had surrendered, and a whole 80,000 troops were squatting outside Bicester Town.

All the building materials sent there before were used up.

Looking at the soldiers rushing into the factory to rummage through boxes and cabinets, the smile on Bowman's face gradually turned into anxiety, and he looked at the man in front of him dumbfounded.

Then...then what are they doing?

Commander Quanshui hadn't spoken yet, and I, the darkest standing by, spoke for him with a playful smile.

Come here to pick up the spoils, what's the problem?

The factory manager had a dumbfounding expression on his face.

Take the spoils and grab those rich noble grandpas!

What can you find in this factory...

At this time, Kakarot with a rifle on his back came back from the front factory building.

Two rifle production lines were found...capable of producing 300 rifles a day at full capacity.

Three hundred?! I looked at him in the darkest surprise, and muttered, This month we can arm a team of 10,000 people.

Almost. Commander Springs nodded, looked at Kakarot and continued to ask, Where are the bullets and shells?

Kakarot: The ammunition production line is also here. It's no problem to produce 200,000 to 300,000 rounds a day, and there are 100mm caliber artillery and shells... Thanks to their lack of resources, if the production line is opened to the maximum, this battle may be lost Play until next year.

Commander Quanshui nodded and said with emotion.

Good guy, there are quite a few good things in it.

There is one thing to say, although those Weilante people do not regard these outsiders as human beings, they are still able to support the Falcon Kingdom, a slave country.

As far as the industrial equipment in this industrial park is concerned, it is obvious that the locals did not make it themselves, and most of them were transported from the west of the great desert.

Including steel mills, chemical plants, etc...

If they are given a few sulfur mines and iron mines, maybe they can hold on for a while longer.

But unfortunately, there is no if in reality.

If the resources of No. 2 Oasis were really that rich, they would not need to rely on the Legion, let alone expand abroad.

Like the kingdom of lions.

Looking at the rows of industrial equipment and various types of machine tools moved out of the factory by the power players, I suddenly said with regret.

It's a pity that it exploded, why don't you move it away.

I heard from professional life players that although they have obtained some sophisticated production equipment and machine tools from enterprises, there is still a great demand for some heavy industrial equipment.

There is never too much of this kind of thing.

Kakarot stared blankly at this whimsical guy.

Why did you move this?

Kevin with the broken leg couldn't help complaining.

That's right, where to put it after moving it?

I scratched the back of my head the darkest.

Isn't there an airship? Such a big airship...it shouldn't be difficult to lift it up?

In order to hold those gliders before, the Iron Heart didn't bring much ammunition.

Now that these gliders are thrown out, they come down with them, and the vacated space can always hold some things, right?

After thinking about it, Quan Shui thought it made sense, and after thinking for a while, he came up with a compromise.

If you can move away, move away, if you can't move away, it will explode!

It is not easy to transport it directly back to the Alliance, but it can be transported to the next door Honey Badger Kingdom first.

Renting a piece of land shouldn't be too difficult.

If the administrator intends to keep the town of Bicester in their hands, it is the best choice to resupply from the nearby factory of the Honey Badger Kingdom.

With that said, Commander Quanshui walked up to the factory manager and announced his decision.

Although your equipment is a little behind and looks a bit shabby, it can still be used barely. It's really a pity that it just exploded like this.

Hearing that the corps leader planned to let these machines go, the factory manager's expression suddenly became happy. However, before he could be happy, the person in front of him immediately spoke.

...So we decided not to blow up those that can be moved away, but only those that cannot be moved away. You pick a few knowledgeable engineers for us, let them help us, and save everyone's time by the way.

I have never heard such a brazen request, and it is so natural, the factory manager said with a sad face.

Take me, too.

Unexpectedly, this guy was so good, Quan Shui looked at him in surprise, with a happy smile on his face, and patted his shoulder hard.

Okay, no problem! I'm glad you are willing to turn to the light, and we can help you take your family away!

Factory Manager: ???

Instead of looking at the ignorant factory manager, Quan Shui gave me the darkest look, and said in a human-linked language.

You follow the factory manager to his house, remember to be polite.

I was the darkest, hehe, and tightened the rifle on my back.

okay!

...

It took longer than expected to clear the cables that had tangled up the propellers.

The Heart of Steel stopped for nearly twenty hours 70 kilometers east of Falcon City, and finally arrived at Falcon City before the dusk of the next day.

Sorry... Dear Master Manager, I kept you waiting for so long.

Standing in front of Chu Guang, the acting captain said awkwardly.

When the manager asked him before, he confidently said that it could be repaired in 12 hours, but the steel cable was more stubborn than he imagined.

In particular, the airship continued to slide forward for a while under the action of inertia, causing the propeller to rotate in reverse and disturb the steel cables, so that their engineers had to endure several hours of freezing in the cold wind.

It's okay, it's just a little late.

Looking at Falcon City, which was close at hand, Chu Guang, who was in a good mood, narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued speaking with a pleasant face.

But remember next time, when I ask you, give me the most confident answer.

The captain stood up straight with a solemn expression, his right fist stuck to his chest.

yes!

It has only been a few months since the alliance got the Heart of Steel, and the crew on the airship were even drawn from the army and air force, so it's normal for them to be unskilled in business.

Chu Guang had no intention of criticizing these hard-working subordinates.

But this bad habit of bragging must be changed, and you must not narrow the road like those Weilante people.

Only by knowing the most real situation can he make a judgment that is as reasonable as possible.

This is why he chose to go to the front line with his players.

McClenn, who was standing next to him, had mixed feelings.

Until now he finally understood the alliance's plan.

But what complicated him the most was not the alliance's strategic adventure, but that his Iron Heart could still be used like this? !

Especially the glider siege tactics really opened his eyes.

Looking at the bridge close at hand, McClen suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart...

This was undoubtedly his Iron Heart, but he couldn't remember what this airship looked like...it had completely changed into the shape of the Alliance.

While the bridge of the Iron Heart was overlooking Falcon City, the residents of the city and the princes and nobles were also looking up at the giant floating above the clouds.

The shadow cast from the sky even covered the entire city in front of the castle.

Sitting on his throne in the castle court, King Montgomery stared out the window at the approaching airship.

It seems to have started after the hanging at noon...

He suddenly realized that although he was still sitting on the throne, he had lost control of the capital—and even the entire kingdom.

First of all, those nobles are staying away from him intentionally or unintentionally, and turn to please the alliance.

And not even just nobles.

Even the servants in the castle, even his pet dog in the castle, began to wag their tails at the new master.

Thinking of this, the corners of King Montgomery's mouth could not help but twitch a bit of self-mockery.

Speaking of which, it seemed to be the same when the Willanters came.

What a sarcasm...

At this time, Myrdal slowly walked in from the outside.

His Majesty.

Montgomery looked at him and suddenly sighed softly.

At this time, you are the only one who remembers me as the king.

Myrdal knelt on one knee and said respectfully.

You will always be my Majesty.

Montgomery nodded in relief.

Very good... let's talk, there is something to report today.

Myrdal stared at the ground for a long time with a complicated expression, and slowly said.

The manager of the alliance will arrive at the castle in two hours. If you greet him outside the castle... it may appear more sincere.

Montgomery's face was slightly stiff.

Although he knew that Myrdal was doing it for his own good, but the current situation still made him feel like he had overturned all kinds of mixed feelings.

There was a long silence.

Holding the armrests with both hands, he slowly got up from the throne.

With those trembling movements, it was as if he had aged a dozen years overnight... From a majestic emperor to an old man on the verge of death.

I know.

...

At the same time that the Heart of Steel entered the capital of Falcon King, in the great desert of the Far West, an airship not inferior in size to the Heart of Steel was slowly advancing.

Its name is The Judgment, which comes from the distant city of Triumph.

Compared with the Heart of Iron, its firepower is much inferior. There is neither the 400mm main gun nor the reserved space for installing the front pod.

However, although its ability to support the ground is slightly inferior, it will never be at a disadvantage if it is used as an opponent of the same type airship.

A phase energy rectifier mounted on the belly of the airship emits a quark-gluon plasma wrapped in a gravitational field.

Although that thing is not very lethal and exists for a short time, it can effectively paralyze deflector shields and anti-gravity devices, such devices with graviton and gravitational field interference as their core principles.

Its effect will be more direct than that of EMP, and it is difficult to defend with simple conventional means such as Faraday cage.

It's just a pity that in the wasteland era, this kind of weapon used in the aerospace field has long been outdated.

Especially when dealing with aliens and mutants, it is not even as easy to use as black powder.

On the entire planet, I am afraid that only the Holy Shield system of the Great Rift Valley and the Legion's own airship can make it come in handy.

In fact, strictly speaking, it only threatens the legion's own airship. After all, the shield of the scale of the Holy Shield system is not at the same level as this shipborne weapon in terms of power.

Triumph City rarely sends airships of the Judger type to the front line, unless there are special circumstances where the Phase Cannon may be used.

Like now...

Although it departed a month later than the supplies sent to the front line, the airship arrived a few days earlier than those slow-moving trucks.

Two people stood in front of the French windows of the bridge.

The one on the left has a thick beard, and there is a burn scar under the corner of his right eye. His face looks very vicious.

His name was Joseph, and he was the general of the Eastern Legion. He was sent to replace Griffin as the commander-in-chief of Luoxia Province.

And the other one's identity is even more extraordinary, he is the Governor of Luoxia Province personally appointed by His Majesty the Marshal—although what he needs to supervise is only an oasis of less than 70,000 square kilometers.

The two were chatting in an ordinary tone, but both inside and outside the words were temptations for each other.

... I don't dislike the Eastern Expansionists, I even sympathize with them, but their stupidity is also a fact, and we have been dragged into a dangerous and useless war.

Then what do you think should be done? Joseph asked, looking sideways at the Governor-General next to him.

Cohen continued with a blank expression.

They should strengthen their control over the vassals, and try to avoid direct conflicts with the companies on the east coast before completely occupying the Luoxia Province. In fact, if they were not greedy and wanted to eat the Pioneer and Vault 0 together, they would It won’t be where it is now.”

Joseph's eyebrows twitched.

Then we're going to sit back and watch the company get Vault 0?

Instead of answering the question directly, Cohen gave an ambiguous answer.

It depends on what they can find there.

He doesn't think there is a master key that can solve all crises, and the problem of the wasteland is far from being solved by adding a few more black boxes.

The marshal also thinks the same way.

If that Vault 0 was really so important, he wouldn't be here today.

Joseph was slightly disappointed.

He still couldn't see what His Majesty the Marshal was thinking through this guy.

Knowing that there would be no results if he continued to ask, he simply said it bluntly.

Then which party are you?

Cohen replied succinctly.

I don't belong to any faction. I will always stand on the side of His Majesty the Marshal, and His Majesty's position is my position.

Standing behind the two, Captain Adria found in embarrassment that he could not speak at all, and could only pass the time by looking at the scenery outside the bridge.

A four-star general and a five-star governor, no matter who they are, their status and backing are far from what a three-star captain can match.

At this time, his adjutant trotted over and whispered something close to his ear.

...The Heart of Steel is flying over Falcon City.

Adria had a surprised expression on his face.

McLen is still alive?

The adjutant said with an ugly face.

I don't know... there is a flag that I have never seen before.

Adria thought for a while, nodded and said.

give it to me.

With that said, he walked to the side of the two big men and said in a deep voice.

My lord, Falcon City is ahead... The Heart of Iron is flying over Falcon City. Judging from the flag it hangs, it should be the people of the Alliance.

Cohen frowned.

In order to give himself a little sense of existence, Adria continued respectfully.

Are you going to fire?

Joseph glanced at him and made a joke.

have a thought.

Adria froze for a moment, and looked at him blankly, not understanding what the general meant.

Looking at the boundless sand sea and the looming silhouette at the end of the sand sea outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Cohen continued to order with a blank expression.

slow down.

Whether to fight or not to fight.

You have to figure out the situation over there first...

At the same time, in the boundless yellow sand.

A silver-gray power armor slowly raised its head, and turned its gaze to the glow ahead that was engulfed by the billowing yellow sand.

His gaze didn't focus on the black cloud like a collapsed building, but looked through the black cloud to the Sky Fortress that was moving forward.

A trace of solemnity gradually appeared on Yun Song's face.

The people from Triumph City are here.

The bionic soldier who followed slowly nodded.

ah……

A century and a half.

After all, they met again...