This Game Is Too Realistic

Kapil is a werewolf.

He remembered that since he could remember, his parents had repeatedly told him the teachings of the wolf god, telling him how the wolves were united, how fierce and brave, how tireless, and how invincible they were. There was a time when wolves running in the wilderness were the main threat faced by survivors in Borneo...

In the end, the survivors won, but it was not easy for them to win. In order to commemorate this venerable opponent and inherit their bravery, they planted a totem for their gods in the City of Thousand Pillars. In this way inherit its grace and blessing.

From that moment on, the wolf god had its first people.

The people blessed by the wolf god are not only born warriors, but also the pride of the empire. They were born to fight, kill and plunder.

For this reason, Kapil is always proud of his identity as a werewolf, and is always working hard to become an imperial soldier.

Kung Fu pays off, relying on sufficient nutrition and what he has learned since he was a child, he stood out from tens of thousands of his peers who signed up for the army. He was assigned to the Gray Wolf Army directly under His Majesty, and trained as a reserve officer.

Not all wolves have the opportunity to join the gray wolf army, let alone all wolves can become officers in this trump card division.

He is the pride of his parents, and even more so of his tribe, and the person who bestowed this honor on him is the great Wu Tuo Xilan—the supreme emperor.

He vowed to bring glory to His Majesty in order to repay the mighty kindness of the emperor, and make more military exploits, and even become a general above ten thousand people.

Now, he has finally waited for this opportunity—to offer his loyalty to His Majesty with his wolf-like fighting will!

But at this moment——

The scene that caught his eyes filled his eyes with despair.

dash forward--!

The ears deafened by the shells gradually faded the blind sound, replaced by the officer's hoarse roar, chaotic footsteps, and the tide of shouts and screams.

The situation in front of him was not only beyond his expectations.

It was beyond everyone's expectations.

The crowded and narrow slums on the map seemed to have disappeared, and the mud houses and shacks were completely demolished, leaving only broken bricks and tiles on the ground.

He didn't know what kind of magic those iron men used. He only knew that they had removed thousands of buildings that belonged here in just over a week.

From the nearest bunker to the Governor's Mansion standing on the high ground, there is an open space of nearly 600 meters.

This open space is like an insurmountable moat, and there is nothing but broken bricks and construction waste all over the ground.

And if you want to bypass this natural moat from both sides, you have to face the pincer attack from the direction of Rowell's camp, or you can only swim across the coastline a little further away.

That's even more impractical than rushing the six hundred meters.

And, they're already here.

There is no choice but to move forward.

The shouts urging the battle sounded again, and the soldiers with rifles charged towards the unreachable governor's mansion again and again, and then they fell in pieces like wheat that was crushed without any suspense. Fall down.

The rain of bullets was like the rolling saw blade of a chainsaw. Looking at the bloody battlefield, Kapil felt his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

It was the first time he felt that life was so small, and it was the first time he saw the fear he had never seen before on the faces of his comrades beside him.

It's not a fight at all—

This is simply sending you to death!

In a blink of an eye, a centurion has been wiped out.

The friendly soldiers lying on the rotten brick floor were immobilized by the machine guns on the roof of the Governor's Mansion, either howling in pain or wriggling forward with difficulty.

There are no bunkers around that can cover their continued advancement.

There are only the corpses of friendly soldiers all over the ground...

The rifles in the urban area fired in the direction of the Governor's Mansion, but they couldn't suppress the firepower that had been prepared for a long time.

The soldiers of the alliance welded steel gun shields on the machine guns, not to mention the heavy armor they wore.

Seeing that the first centurion was almost wiped out, the officer cast his eyes on them behind him, and then roared loudly.

Quick! Come up to me!!

Looking at the impenetrable position and the friendly soldiers who were beaten and crawling all over the ground, Kapil's eyes shone with fear.

However, the order to attack has already been issued, if he dares to hesitate for a moment, what awaits him will be a more tragic end than death.

After all, this is the path he chose.

Kapil clenched his teeth, trying to overcome the fear in his chest, and squeezed out a roar from between his clenched teeth.

For the Empire—!

Amidst the sparsely responding roars, he emptied his brain, howled desperately and rushed out of the bunker, bringing ten comrades in arms who followed him.

However, he finally summoned up his courage and just took the first step when he was blown away by the mortar shell that fell not far from him, and lay on the ground like a torn rag.

The same goes for the teammates behind him, the sweat and pride of more than twenty years turned into a pool of thick blood, which was scribbled on the broken bricks all over the floor...

...

Kapil and his men were not the first werewolves to shed blood for the Empire in this campaign, and apparently they will not be the last.

A new round of shelling landed in the slums 600 meters in front of the Governor's Mansion, engulfing the gray wolf soldiers who were squatting near the mud houses and firing, and who had just crossed the bunker and were about to launch a new round of assault.

There were a hundred or so houses that hadn't been demolished in time.

However, the residents living there have already evacuated with the demolition funds, and the rest are guys with guns. The alliance can open fire without any scruples.

At the same time, the firepower of the machine gun deployed on the roof and courtyard wall of the Governor's Mansion began to unleash ferocious firepower. The bullets seemed to be endless, and the gunshots rang non-stop.

The pride of the werewolves fell in pieces, and in a blink of an eye, another centurion was pressed to death on the battlefield covered with broken bricks and blood.

The streaking lights are like torrential rain, where the lives of soldiers can almost be counted in seconds.

The Ratman boy who swore to the Iron Men did keep his promise - to make the soldiers of the Empire fight on rotten bricks.

At this moment, the 1,000th team that was in charge of attacking the Governor's Mansion encountered the dilemma of being targeted. They had already left more than 500 corpses, but apart from consuming some alliance ammunition, they did not achieve any results.

Damn! I remember this being a slum!

Looking at the machine guns that continued to fire, the commander hiding behind a dirt house cursed.

There was gauze wrapped around his forehead, and he was buckling a steel helmet he had just picked up. A shrapnel had scratched his forehead earlier and almost sent him away.

The original plan was that they only needed to cross one street, and at most two or three hundred casualties would be enough to start hand-to-hand combat with the alliance soldiers.

But now, a street that was only a few steps wide has been stretched into a 600-meter-long death road.

Not only did they not have the cover of armored units, they even had very few artillery fires that were necessary for attacking fortifications. Instead, they were dazzled by the alliance's artillery and machine guns.

We've already suffered more than half of the casualties! It's no different from fighting like this. We need shelling cover! Repeat! We need support! The commander summoned the communication soldier with the radio on his back, grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted again.

He was calling for shelling ten minutes ago.

Prince Dilip personally promised him that the shelling in the rear was being prepared and would soon fall on the enemy's position, and urged him to launch an attack as soon as possible.

However, seeing that his subordinates were almost finished fighting, and the shells still did not fall, his mood at this moment was like being beeped by a dog.

The rustling electric current sounded for a while, and then an embarrassing sound came from the receiver.

I'm dispatching... Damn, what is that idiot Araiyan doing! I have been shouting for artillery for a long time, but I didn't even see a shadow of a shell...

Listening to the nonsense that came along the phone line, the commander only felt his scalp tingle for a while, but he couldn't say anything about this guy.

He swallowed, reminding in a trembling voice.

My lord... Where is your direct artillery team?

The alliance's firepower is too strong, and they are accurate. If they can't fire a few shots, they may have to retreat into the hole again. It is really difficult to support them.

It is really impossible to let the truck lead the artillery to rush to the city, put it directly to the front line and shoot it in the direction of the Governor's Palace, it is better than rushing here.

He was about to propose this, but there was a moment of silence on the other end of the radio, but there was a vague answer.

...There was something wrong when we countered the alliance's artillery earlier, and we can't contact them for the time being, so we can only let that idiot Aryan think of a way.

Hearing these words, the commander almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

When they were still squatting in the trench for a long time, the six guns that General Arayyan gave to this stupid pig were fired by the opposite side.

Countering enemy artillery without the help of frontline scouts to correct firepower...

This guy must be crazy.

Even if he guessed where the Union artillery positions were, does the pig know where the hell his shells landed! ?

Master Dilip, if this continues, we will not have enough people... the commander gritted his teeth and said, Please allow us to withdraw first—

Before he finished speaking, the guy on the other end of the communication channel jumped up like a mouse whose tail had been stepped on, and screamed.

No retreat! You are soldiers of the empire, and now is the time for you to be loyal to His Majesty. Don't tell me your oaths are just paper!

It's only 600 meters! Go up for me! I want to see the double-knife flag floating on the roof of the Governor's Mansion before dark!

Hearing the unrealistic order, the commander could no longer hold back the anger in his chest and yelled into the walkie-talkie.

My lord Dilip! This is not your backyard! It's the front line! It's the front line! The Alliance's machine guns are right in our faces, let alone six hundred meters, we can't push it even sixty meters! How about you personally Come to the front line to take a look and see what the hell is going on here!

I'll say it again, no retreat!

Prince Dilip yelled hysterically in the communication channel. He couldn't believe that a team of thousands of people could be stopped at this distance.

It's only 600 meters, even if one person lies on one meter, they can still rush up to more than 400 people. As long as the alliance's machine gun firepower is knocked down, the remaining four thousand-man teams in his hands can instantly crush the defenders in the governor's mansion like a tsunami.

Without waiting for the commander to quibble, he continued to roar.

And are you pigs?! Who told you to hit the alliance's gun holes, and you wouldn't use your brains to sneak through the alleys—

There is no house here! The Alliance has demolished this place long ago! How many times have I told you that there is no house here! They even removed most of the building debris! The commander roared, I don't care about my status any more.

Morale has been extremely low, and the soldiers lying behind the bunkers even lost the courage to poke their heads out and shoot at the Alliance.

In this case, if they are ordered to go up to die, I am afraid that before his subordinates die, he, the commander, will be praised by those mutinous soldiers first.

Prince Dilip, who was holding the phone, stared round, unable to believe the offensive tone on the phone, nor the news he heard.

He is not deaf.

Although he hadn't been to the front line to see it, he heard reports from the front line from the very beginning of the battle, saying that the alliance had evacuated the residents near the governor's mansion and demolished their houses.

However, in his original vision, even if there were no complete houses left in that urban area, there would definitely be a lot of building debris and undulating slopes left behind.

Although they are not comparable to trenches, there should be no problem covering infantry advances.

It should be like this...

How is it possible... Prince Dilip's voice trembled, and there was involuntarily a trace of bewilderment and panic in his well-crafted tone.

The commander roared angrily.

What is impossible! Use cannons, explosives, hammers, and even ropes to pull down the beams. Don't you know what kind of rotten houses those poor people live in?! You are their kennel and governor All the houses are poured out of concrete?! Leave them alone, they will collapse on their own!

This bunch of maggots, cunning mice... how dare they, how dare they stand on the side of the alliance! I will kill them!

A painful groan came out of Prince Dilip's mouth.

Even if this was his first time walking from the sand table to the real battlefield, he also knew that the emotion of failure would spread among soldiers like the plague.

Although he racked his brains and couldn't think of the next step, he knew that he couldn't hesitate any longer, and he had to do something before the front line collapsed!

Once the line of defense collapses—

The consequences could be disastrous!

You guys withdraw first... and go up to the second team. Wait, hold on for a while before the second team goes up, and make sure to maintain the front line!

Hearing that submissive tone, the commander was finally relieved, and the heart hanging in his throat was finally relieved.

Although this guy's order was vague and he could even change a sentence twice, but he probably understood what he meant.

As long as it can be withdrawn and rested, that's fine.

Praying silently for the friendly troops on the top, he hung up the phone and pushed away the communication soldier with the radio on his back, roaring towards the front line.

Hold on! Allies will come to replace me soon—

The second half of the sentence was frozen in his throat, and the moment the commander cast his eyes on the flank of the position, his entire face was full of horror.

I saw a giant crab four or five meters high moving its metallic mechanical legs, bypassing a row of collapsed ruins and reaching their flanks.

What is that? !

Confusion was written on the commander's face.

I saw two thick and long gun barrels or cannon barrels protruding forward from above the pair of solid and powerful pincers, aiming at him not far in front of him - the group of people who could not move behind the dilapidated houses and shacks Werewolf warriors.

The scene in front of me was so shocking that the Y-2 UAV, the Cerberus unmanned vehicle, and a dozen soldiers armed to the teeth with exoskeletons that followed closely beside the giant crab seemed negligible. Never mind.

Before he could react, the two gun barrels spurted out thick and long tongues of fire, pouring fierce firepower towards his subordinates!

Bang bang bang—!

There was no time to even make a scream.

Dozens of soldiers hiding behind the bunkers were crushed into pieces together with the bunkers in front of them in an instant.

The shell casings were continuously thrown from the receiver, and fell to the ground with a tinkling clang, along with the fragmented bodies that fell together.

The dazed expression turned into panic, not only the commander commanding at the front line, but also the soldiers squatting behind the bunkers and firing.

They had never fought such a brutal fellow before!

The bullets fired by the Ripper rifle were like tickling it, and had no effect at all, and in front of the continuous output barrel, their cover was as fragile as paper.

The soldiers carrying the Iron Fist bazooka were overwhelmed by the firepower, or they were recognized and shot in the head by the drones whizzing over their heads.

The Alliance put far more than just a King Crab into the battlefield, although most people's attention was taken away by that eye-catching big guy.

Six sets of King Crab amphibious all-terrain infantry armor, each covering six groups of mechanized infantry, launched attacks along six different directions.

In just a few breaths, Prince Dilip's 1,000th-man team saw a big gap in the flank defense line like an avalanche.

Unable to contain the fear in their hearts any longer, the soldiers squatting behind the bunker ignored the threats from their superiors, dropped their weapons and turned to run away.

That embarrassed look is like a mouse that has no choice but to panic.

Ahhh!

monster!!

Devil! The alliance has summoned the devil!

What was defeated was not only the defense line under their feet, but also the defense line in the deepest part of their hearts - the self-confidence and arrogance that came from nowhere.

At this moment, they only hated that the wolf god had given them two legs, so they couldn't escape from this ghost place faster.

The atmosphere of desperation and fear, along with the fleeing soldiers, bumped into the 2,000th team who headed straight to the front.

Everyone couldn't believe what they saw, until the ferocious King Crabs chased the buttocks of their allies and killed them in front of them...

...

Just when the trump card of the Xilan Empire was beaten to the ground, the [props leader] who led the 300th team to attack the flanks of the position discovered that the six groups of mechanized teams under him had changed from flanking troops to frontline troops .

The imperial army who was bitten to the flank by them didn't even make a decent resistance, dropped their weapons and turned around and ran away.

So much so that they planned to steal their butts to surround and annihilate this thousand-man team, and they stole their loneliness. Instead, they bumped into another thousand-man team that came to reinforce them.

These added werewolf soldiers are also ruthless, perfectly explaining what it means to hit a steel plate with your head, and started a firefight with alliance players in the alley without any preparation.

At first, the props leader planned to let the teams withdraw, and drag this group of tough-headed wolf destroyers to the position of the Governor's Mansion that the second team insisted on harvesting, but they couldn't hold back these guys. The threatening armored units dared to rush forward, and found that they couldn't chew the hard bones in their mouths, and began to flee in a swarm.

The other party almost fed their heads into their mouths. If he didn't take a bite, he might be buried by his teammates for a week.

Seeing that the reinforcements on the front line of the Xilan Empire began to collapse, the prop leader put his hand on the helmet and shouted loudly in the team channel.

Attention all units—!

With the line drawn on the map as the boundary, everyone keeps moving forward! Fire freely! Don't save ammo, give him a hard hit! Go home until you empty your magazines!

He was answered by shouts of excitement.

receive!

Brothers rush!

For the Alliance!!!

Aww!

As the attack order was issued, the King Crab all-terrain infantry armor immediately threw off the crab legs, and under the cover of the infantry, they jumped over the low shacks and rushed forward.

Everyone is red-eyed.

Especially the intelligence players riding in the belly of the mechanical crab, almost everyone holds three-digit heads in their hands.

A quadcopter drone flying in front gives them a top-down view, all they have to do is pull the trigger toward someone.

With 20mm armor-piercing incendiary bombs and high-explosive bombs, you don't even need to aim, just go all the way forward and you're done.

The imperial soldiers who were blocked in the alley were beaten dizzy.

They could still see where the tracer was coming from at first, but they were pinned to the ground without even being able to see them.

Hahahaha! My Urgot is crazy!

Listening to the strange laughter in the team channel, several players who were advancing in coordination with him cast envious looks at the guy with his butt up.

Damn it, come down and play for me!

The intelligence player rolled his eyes.

Get out! Do you think you can get in the car by pressing F on this thing? Anyway, I trained in Dawn City for a few days!

While several people were talking, an Iron Fist bazooka suddenly came out from an alley that was close at hand, and hit one of the mechanical legs impartially.

Perhaps it was because it was so pretentious that even God couldn’t stand it anymore. The jet of metal accidentally penetrated the power part of the mechanical leg, causing the crab to lose its balance and crash to the side. earth house.

The imperial soldier carrying the bazooka was quickly beaten into a sieve, but the big crab that fell on the ruins seemed to be drunk and couldn't get up.

After all, it is a test machine that has just come out of the laboratory. Its too avant-garde design makes it full of too many uncertain factors.

Even if the performance of this thing in the test can walk even if three legs are broken, it cannot withstand the complicated situation on the battlefield.

Seeing the soldiers of the empire killing them, the intelligence player who was pretending to be aggressive just a second ago suddenly screamed in panic.

Fuck! Sons, come and escort me!

The players who were already helping him with guns twitched at the corners of their mouths when they heard the words.

MMP!

For a moment, they suddenly wanted to test how hard this thing's armor could be...

...

On the other side, the north courtyard wall of the Governor's Mansion.

Seeing the group of Gray Wolf Army soldiers receding like a tide, the player sitting on the machine gun position simply turned off the safety and complained with a look of displeasure.

Mom, these guys can't help beating too much.

When they heard that there were more than 5,000 people on the opposite side, almost everyone thought that there would be a fierce battle to be fought, but they didn't expect that the so-called elite fighting force would be so hip.

However, it can be seen that these guys are trying their best.

The shells fired by the correction have been falling near the governor's mansion, but it was not long before they were hit back by the alliance's counter shelling.

They tried to use crowd tactics to break through the machine gun firepower of the Governor's Palace, but they were killed by several 10mm machine guns.

Normally speaking, the subordinates continued to suffer casualties, and the battle situation did not make any progress. The commanders on the front line should have a little bit of desperation in their hearts, and realized that there was a problem with their style of play.

Since support firepower is not available, then push the artillery to the front line as direct firepower, or dig more fortifications on the front line, build a few more machine gun positions, even if it is to turn the quick-fix raid into a tug-of-war of continuous consumption , It is better than letting soldiers bite the bullet and rush forward without artillery cover.

But they refused to do this, as if they were in a hurry to reincarnate, and they insisted on bringing this battle to a conclusion as soon as possible.

Not only the players holding the machine guns didn't understand, but also the [White Sniper] guarding the Governor's Mansion didn't understand whether these guys came to fight or fertilize...

...

On the other side, at the port of Jin Gallon Port, the temporary headquarters was full of noise.

The battle reports from the front line were like snowflakes, and the command channel was even more noisy.

...This is the Governor's Mansion, and the enemy's frontline troops have collapsed! Should we continue to guard here? Or catch up?

Here is the 300th team! We started a firefight with the enemy units who came to reinforce! No enemy armored units were found, only a few anti-tank weapons... It should be a thousand-man team, or maybe two, We're going to empty the ammo and come back.

...Damn it, we have an idiot here, an 'Urgot' has a broken leg! The coordinates have been updated on the map, please send support as soon as possible!

How many times have I said, don't give the equipment random nicknames! Use the official number!

This is the 400th team, we have sent a small team to reinforce, hold on!

I'm so hungry, when is dinner?

Who is at the port? Ask the NPC in the logistics department if they can add some food.

...The enemy's reinforcements have been defeated! Shit, this group of animals retreats faster than my six legs, and the brothers of the 400th team don't come! We will find some fellow villagers to help drag that unlucky thing that has broken down. -

%￥#@!

Fuck, the strength of your team is the livestock. What do you eat? You still need to hire people for this kind of work?!

This is the Governor's Mansion. Our reconnaissance team observed that the gray wolf army is gathering in the direction of the 'Kraba Bazaar'! The target is five kilometers north of the Governor's Mansion, and they seem to plan to regroup there! Visually there are still two to three A team of about a thousand people.

Although there was a lot of noise in the communication channel, the feedback on the battle situation on the front line was relatively clear, and Fang Chang basically had a general idea.

After all, even if the battle situation was a little urgent or even complicated, these animals would not be talking nonsense on the command channel.

Lao Bai looked at Fang Chang and said casually.

How should I say it? Should I just eat up these two or three thousand people? Or hand them over to the rookies at the Lowell camp.

At present, nearly 20,000 slaves have received simple training, at least knowing how to fire, when to fire, and how to occupy the target and move forward.

It is undoubtedly a dream to expect them to defeat a well-trained army on the frontal battlefield, but it is not a big problem to pack up a group of defeated troops with the artillery support of the alliance as cannon fodder.

At least give them a try.

However, unlike Lao Bai, Fang Chang did not focus on the two or three thousand people who retreated to the Kelaba Market, but instead focused on the trenches outside the settlement.

...Do you think there will be some important figures from the Xilan Empire among the two or three thousand people?

Seeing Fang Chang who spoke suddenly, Lao Bai hesitated a little and frowned.

Why do you say that?

Guess.

Staring intently at the strategic map unfolded on the holographic screen, Fang Chang pinched his chin with his index finger and thumb and fell into deep thought.

According to the intelligence observed by the scouts under Brother Killing Dagger, the gray wolf army stationed outside the settlement has already made new moves.

Although I don't know why the general named Aryan made such a series of stupid moves, but that guy has obviously noticed the troubles of the friendly forces and tried to make some remedies.

A team of 10,000 people is gathering in batches towards the positions outside the settlement, as if they intend to bring back the defeated friendly forces on the front line.

At this time, Fang Chang suddenly had a bold idea in his heart.

The identity that even the highest commander of the Gray Wolf Army fears... what do you think it might be?

Lao Bai thought for a moment, then said in an uncertain tone.

A royal relative?

He didn't know much about the organizational structure of the Xilan Empire. After all, this strange survivor force was completely different from any survivor force they had ever seen.

However, since this so-called elite of the empire is directly under the emperor of the Xilan Empire, it is obviously unlikely that the commander of the Imperial Forest Army will be nervous about such small characters as eunuchs.

Even if it's just a show, he still has to try to save it, at least so that the person or the forces behind that person can't find fault.

Maybe Alayan doesn't really care about the life and death of this VIP, but they can just take advantage of this...

Realizing Fang Chang's plan, Lao Bai looked at him in surprise.

Do you want to gather some help?

I really think so, but it depends on whether they give us this chance. After all, these guys have always exceeded our expectations. I seriously doubt that it will be the same this time...

When he said this, Fang Zhang paused for a moment, put his hand to his ear, and gave an order to the murderous dagger stationed in the Lowell camp.

Notify Lacy.

Get him ready for work.

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(It's the end of the month, so beg for a monthly ticket with the cheek, for the sake of this month's update has been as stable as an old dog, let's vote for it, brothers. QAQ)