This Game Is Too Realistic

Time went back to the second half of the night before dawn.

Just as the Burning Legion and the Torch Remnants were in full swing, another abandoned city 100 kilometers away was also entering the final climax of a bloody battle.

Hundreds of Conqueror No. 5 tanks and their coordinated infantry cut off all the entrances from the ruins to the wilderness, and at the same time cut off the possibility of the bacteria mutants in the kingdom of heaven to reinforce the city ruins.

Immediately afterwards, under the cover of artillery, tens of thousands of Weilante infantrymen and tens of thousands of clone soldiers launched simultaneous attacks from more than a dozen directions, encircling and suppressing the remnants of the Church of the Torch and the mutant tribes trapped in the ruins. .

Judging from the map of the era of prosperity, this abandoned urban area once belonged to a large city called Hirota City, with a permanent population of more than eight million.

But now it is the wasteland era, the prosperity of the past has long since disappeared, only the rusty road sign still remembers its name.

After learning that there might be relevant information about the Gestalt life project hidden in this city, Lium did not hesitate to dispatch the 370,000th team that was closest to attack the fortifications, ordering it to be the first in the alliance's landing force Occupy it before!

On the attacking side was the Legion's 370,000th Squadron, and a glorious army of 30,000 clone troopers.

The defenders are Torch's Flame Knights and the Lame clan.

Although the name of the latter sounds funny, it is obvious that the mutants of this clan are not really crippled, and it is unlikely that cripples will appear due to the recovery ability of mutants who can regenerate broken limbs.

Even contrary to the funny name, the mutants of this clan are not only lame, but are all natural hunters, active in the rugged mountains and forests all the year round, very good at making traps and using high and low vision to sneak attack.

In the initial stage of the offensive, the 370,000th team of the Legion suffered a lot at the hands of these cripples.

But it is only the initial stage.

When the Willant found out that the mutants were doing those tricks over and over again, the rest of the matter was much easier to solve.

When they ran into a place where there might be an ambush, they either sent clone troopers up to test it out, or they simply fired a few shells to blow it up first, and then moved forward.

The commander of the 370,000th team was very cautious in making decisions, so he gradually reduced the living space and activity area of ​​​​the torch through gradual encroachment, and finally forced the latter to a relatively open area in the city center.

The battle lasted for three full days, and both sides suffered a lot of casualties during these three days.

However, the torch was already a dead end, no matter how much the troops trapped in the city resisted, they were still dying, and they could not change their final defeat.

By the third day of the offensive, the Legion had managed to break through the last line of defense, with tank barrels almost jammed into the nostrils of mutants and Torch Cultists.

The remaining 200 Torch Cultists and less than 1,000 mutants were trapped in an abandoned commercial department store.

The entrance to that research facility should be there too.

Not only that, but the Legion also discovered a barn where mutants kept captives in a nearby gymnasium.

These captives were naked, skinny, and most of them had sores on their bodies, as well as traces of torture.

Part of it was probably used by the mutants for pleasure, and they were fed a lot of nago, and they still had a broken expression when they were pulled out of the dungeon.

The other part is estimated to be an experiment prepared by the Church of the Torch for itself, or a talent reserve. Although these people were not fed Naguo, their mental condition was quite bad, and they were obviously abused.

There was a small disagreement among the middle and upper management of the 370,000th team about how to house these prisoners.

The traditional military aristocrats headed by Commander Favrey believe that the stronger should control the spoils of the stronger according to the general practice... even if these spoils are defective.

Some newly promoted officers believed that the legion should maintain its dignity in the sticky body. After all, what they were fighting was not a war of conquest, but a just war for the fate of all mankind.

There are also a few opinions that it is better to simply leave it to other forces in the cohesive body to worry about, so that other people can't find faults, and the Legion itself can save trouble.

The representative of this minority opinion is the seconded officer pangolin from the civil service group.

Although this person came from the civil service group, his background was not small. He was a talent discovered by General McLennan. It is said that he single-handedly hunted down a mother of deathclaws, and he could be called a hero among men.

After the defeat of General McLenne, he led the officers of the empire across thousands of kilometers to avoid the alliance's siege and interception, and finally successfully joined forces with the main force of the legion in the desert, and killed nearly a thousand alliance soldiers on the front line!

With this feat, he jumped from the formation of the servant army to the formation of the regular army, and followed General Griffin to fight in the desert, until the Eastern Expansion Faction lost power before switching to the civilian group.

This legendary experience is enough to occupy at least two columns in the Triumph.

And when it comes to this legendary experience, it also has some connections with the immediate superiors of the officers present.

The captain of the 370,000th team is Kerway.

This person is exactly the officer who escorted the pangolin all the way back to the rear.

As for his promotion resume, that is another story full of legends.

To be honest, the battlefield atmosphere team also thought it was a coincidence that the person who was sent to the front line for reinforcements happened to be an old acquaintance of mine, and then he happened to be seconded there.

But it would save him a lot of trouble.

When working under other Willanters, there is often the risk of breaking through, but there is no need to worry about working under this man.

After all, he was a good brother who went through life and death together, and Kerway never doubted him even once.

Seeing the endless debate at the command table, Kerway coughed forcefully.

Enough, let me say a few words.

Everyone fell silent, looking at him in pairs.

After pausing for a moment, Kerway spoke slowly with a majestic voice.

...I think what the pangolin said makes sense. According to our image in the eyes of the survivors in the east, even if we give these captives food and drink, they may think that we are abusing them. It is better to let them Take care of yourself.

Seeing that General Colway, who had been silent all this time, was sidelined, Commander Favry, who was standing in front of the command table, twitched his brows fiercely, and couldn't help but speak.

General, I have to remind you that according to the tradition of our Willant people—

Then you can pick a few.

Favre froze, looking at Coleway in confusion.

...how many to choose?

Colway shrugged.

If you think which one of the captives is pleasing to the eye, you can pick it back and keep it. But I have to remind you that the marshal's rules are the biggest rules here. You have to treat your servants well according to the standards of Triumph City. Don't expect to treat your servants well. It’s over when people are killed.”

If it was said that Favre was just physically uncomfortable when he heard the previous sentence, but the corners of his mouth began to twitch when he heard the latter sentence.

Raise this bunch of garbage according to the standards of Triumph City?

If he really wanted to do this, he would be crazy!

Seeing that no one raised objections, Coleway tapped the table with his knuckles.

Then it's decided. Gather the captives first, and then wait for the arrangements of the relevant rescue agencies of the Viscomunity to see whether to send them to Weifu City or find them a new home nearby.

After experiencing the battle in Luoxia Province, or after getting to know pangolins, his views on wastelanders have changed a lot, not as extreme as before.

In fact, not only him, but also many officers of the Eastern Expansion Faction.

After being defeated and returning to Triumph City, they all seriously reflected on the reasons for their failure, especially thinking about whether they had gone too far.

As many wastelanders commented, they laid down a large piece of land, spanning the entire western part of the Zhongzhou continent, but in fact they did not solve any problems.

The cycle of riots and repression of riots is always repeated in the territory controlled by the four major legions, and there has never been real peace in other places except Triumph City.

He wants to try to solve some problems.

He didn't have the ability before, but now that he is the head of the ten thousand, he already has this ability.

Even if there is only one star on his epaulettes.

The matter of the captives came to an end. This was just a small episode in the whole battle.

Not long after Coleway announced the solution, the quartermaster brought tonight's supper for everyone - two charcoal-roasted lambs sprinkled with cumin and peppercorns.

At the same time, the messenger stood at the door of the command tent and made a report, bringing news from the front line.

...the Torch's commander refused to surrender, saying he would fight to the last minute.

Looking at the two fat lambs in the military tent, the messenger couldn't help swallowing.

Kerway cut the leg of lamb with a dagger, and replied casually.

We respect his choice. Since he took the initiative to seek death, let him drown in our gunfire with his stinking delusions.

This battle has entered the final stage, it doesn't really matter whether the other party surrenders or not, at most they will throw dozens of corpses in the department store.

What the Legion needs are the researchers of the Torch, especially the researchers who have the relevant information of the Gestalt life body project.

Yes! The communications soldier stood at attention and gave a military salute, and was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Kerway.

Wait a moment.

Calling to stop the messenger, Kerway threw the cut leg of lamb over.

Looking at the communication soldier who hurriedly caught it with a surprised face, he smiled heartily and said.

I'm so busy that I'm hungry so late, eat while walking on the road, don't miss the business.

yes!!

The communications soldier looked at him gratefully, gave another military salute, and then left in a hurry.

After watching the messenger leave, Kerway didn't bother with any red tape, but just told everyone to eat while it was hot.

All the officers in front of the command table were not polite, they pulled out their daggers to cut up large pieces of meat, and started eating while talking and laughing. The tent was very lively for a while.

“This lamb is grilled very well!”

It would be even better with a glass of wine!

Haha, what you think is really beautiful.

Wait until the war is over! There will be endless wine and meat at the celebration banquet!

That's really exciting.

Without participating in the topic of everyone, the battlefield atmosphere group focused all their attention on the buffet in front of them.

As a high-level awakened person, his appetite can be high or low. If it is just to maintain normal body functions and eat seven to eight percent full, three to four kilograms of mutton is enough.

It really opened its belly to eat, and two sheep could be stuffed in, at most, it took a few trips to the toilet.

If he paid for the meal himself, he would usually take it easy.

But eating and drinking with public funds, anyway, he didn't have to pay for it himself, so he naturally opened his belly, and finished half a sheep with a few bangs, which made Favri next to him dumbfounded.

Is this guy a pig?

When Favre came back to his senses, there was only a sheep's butt in front of him.

His brows twitched a few times, and he was about to say something weird, when the curtain of the tent was lifted again, and another messenger trotted in.

Report! News from the reconnaissance force that an explosion was found 100 kilometers southeast of our headquarters! It seems to be an air strike launched by the coalition coastline forces!

Hearing this, all the officers stopped eating and looked towards the entrance of the tent.

100 kilometers to the southeast? Kerway frowned slightly, stared at the map and thought for a moment, and found the location.

That is the ruins of Haibei City, and the distance from there to Guangtian City is the same as the distance to the coastline, about 100 kilometers.

However, it is obviously more difficult to get to the coastline from there. After all, the tunnels built in the era of prosperity have collapsed, and it is necessary to climb over mountains and mountains.

Obviously also aware of the problem, an officer frowned and said in thought.

Is the alliance landing force advancing so fast?

Another officer standing next to him was also meditating, and said after a long time.

I heard that they just took down shelter 182, and now they immediately changed direction and launched an air strike 100 kilometers away... What are they trying to do?

I don't think it's easy. Favri stared at the map for a while, narrowing his eyes slightly, ...the road from the place where the Alliance landed to the area where their air strikes is rugged, and at least one-third of it is hilly, if It is to join their main force, there is no need to take risks in this direction.

After a pause, he glanced around at the other officers at the command table and continued.

There is only another explanation. There is something terrible hidden in the area they airstrike, and they don't want it to fall into our hands, so they plan to get ahead of us.

I can even conclude that their actions tonight are not just air strikes, there must be airborne troops to follow up!

The officers at the command table whispered and exchanged opinions, and they all felt that this analysis made sense.

The battlefield atmosphere team buried their heads and drank saliva, pretending to choke themselves while eating meat, but in their hearts they were sweating for the brothers of the Burning Legion.

The other officers present may not know it, but he knows it like a mirror in his heart.

The Burning Legion did have operations there, and the big fish they wanted to catch were not small. It might be the headquarters of the Church of the Torch in the entire Haiya province!

In order to avoid being targeted by the legion, they deliberately limited the density of the projected firepower, but they did not expect to arouse the vigilance of this group of people.

He took a quick glance at Colway's expression, and saw that the latter had obviously been convinced by Favre's words, and he was showing a pensive expression on his face.

The Zhandi guy thought something bad in his heart.

Although even if they were discovered by the Willant people, they would not dare to steal it openly, but it would always be a dispute if it was put in the meeting of the cohesive body.

This is sloppy...

Just when he was scratching his head in anxiety, Kerway suddenly cast his eyes on him.

I want to hear your opinion, Captain Pangolin.

The battlefield guy smiled wryly in his heart.

My opinion is ok...

What can I say at this time?

Seeing that other officers also cast their eyes on him one after another, especially Commander Favri, who always disliked his identity, there was a joking expression in his eyes... It seemed that he was already expecting him to make a fool of himself .

My opinion is the same as Commander Favre's, General. Although there were ten thousand reluctances in his heart, the Zhandi guy still maintained his honest and honest personality.

For such an answer, Favri, who was still counting on his jokes, was obviously not satisfied.

Before General Colway could speak, he said in a sarcastic tone.

I thought I could hear different opinions... I didn't expect that once our pangolin captain came to his professional field, he would just repeat what others said.

Some officers who were born in the traditional military aristocracy couldn't help sniggering a few times, and those who didn't laugh couldn't help curling their lips.

Most of them have only heard the rumors of this pangolin, but they have never really seen his abilities on the battlefield.

So far, the traits they have seen from this guy are nothing more than being able to eat.

But what is the use of eating a lot?

The big guys in the Clear team are all idiots, but they are only idiots.

The battlefield atmosphere team ignored their ridicule, mainly because they didn't take the npc's ridicule seriously.

But although he didn't care, Coleway gave Favre a displeased look.

Commander Favre, a man should be realistic. Speak up if you have a problem, and keep your mouth shut if you have a problem. Don't stop talking when you see a problem, and don't sing a different tune just to sing a different tune. What do you think?

Seeing his immediate superior looking at him with displeasure, the mocking expression on Favre's face restrained a little.

I think . . . you're right, sir.

Colway stared at him intently.

I hope you really think so. You should really learn from your colleague Pangolin Commander. He will never object to all the points you put forward just because you don't like him.

yes……

Stared at by those fiery eyes, Favre could only bite the bullet and nod, but Coleway was not satisfied with his answer.

That's the only answer you have?

Favre took a deep breath, turned and said to the pangolin standing opposite the command table.

I'm sorry, Commander Pangolin, my humble Favre... I sincerely apologize to you.

The battlefield atmosphere team could feel that there was less than one tenth of his sincerity in what he said, but he was not interested in embarrassing this guy.

I accept your apology.

Thank you... Favre nodded slightly, without looking at him.

Very good. With the two people who temporarily recovered their friendship, Coleway nodded approvingly, then continued after a pause, Back to the issue we discussed just now, the Alliance has made small moves on our way forward. No matter what they found there, we have to go there and take a look and get back what belongs to us... just as the battle in Hirota City is over.

When talking about this, Coleway continued to look at Favre.

Commander Favry.

exist!

Favri stood at attention and waited for dispatch.

I need you to lead your subordinates to march southeast. Be sure to arrive at the former site of Haibei City before the early morning... The alliance has already arrived there one step ahead of us. We need to expand our control area as much as possible before they find anything. Note Hold! Avoid direct military friction with the Alliance unless they strike first.

Yes! Favre gave a military salute and said with piercing eyes.

Kerway nodded, then looked at the pangolin again.

Pangolin Commander, you go with Favri. Your task is to knock the latter unconscious and bring him back to me when he is dazzled by the blood. Your subordinates don't have to follow.

Yes, general... The battlefield atmosphere group nodded, but there was still a trace of hesitation on their faces.

He still wanted to work hard and do something to help his old friends, but he had no choice but to do so.

Seeing that the pangolin had something to say but didn't know whether to say it or not, Kerway said with a kind smile.

If you have something to say, hurry up and say it without holding it in your stomach.

The battlefield atmosphere group nodded, their minds turned quickly, and they suddenly thought of something, and said with an idea.

I'm thinking... It will take seven or eight hours to get there at the fastest, and I'm afraid it will be too late when we get there.

My opinion is exactly the opposite of yours. Favri glanced at him, but he didn't say any more sarcasm, he just laughed, When the alliance's troops and the torch are almost dead, we just happened to go to the battlefield as reinforcements .When the time comes, we will not only solve their 'urgent needs', but also take the loot away from them logically. And they have no reason to blame us, maybe they have to thank us.

Haha, I think the same about this point. Looking at the dumbfounded pangolin, Kerway laughed and said, At that time, there will not be many airborne troops left in the alliance, even if they want to send some more people over. It takes time to control the territory we have, and we can use this time to create some fait accompli.

Oh shit!

dirty!

These NPCs are so dirty!

The Zhandi guy kept complaining in his heart, but he had to show admiration on his face hypocritically.

So that's how it is, I'm just ignorant...

Don't underestimate yourself. I've seen your abilities. What you're good at is not sitting in a tent and directing. Kerway comforted him with a smile, and then said, That's the decision, you two hurry up go.

yes!

The two agreed, gave a military salute, and then exited the command account.

Standing at the door of the tent, Favri adjusted his collar lightly, glanced sideways at the pangolin standing next to him, and said with a half-smile.

The general has seen your ability. It's a pity that I haven't seen it. I hope to see you show your skills.

Somewhat impatient with being annoyed by this guy, the Zhandi guy looked at him sincerely and said.

The general asked me to do it when you were overwhelmed by blood, are you sure you want me to show my hand?

... There was a twitch between the eyebrows, and Favri finally resisted the urge to attack, just gave him a hard look, and walked away with a cold snort.

The Battlefield guy followed behind him, but he prayed silently in his heart, hoping that those old friends in the south would hurry up, because he really did his best...

After a whole night of marching, during which there were more than ten conflicts with monsters in the realm of heaven, the thousand-man team under Favri's command finally arrived at the sea at dawn after suffering more than a dozen casualties. The edge of Beishi.

There were not many gunshots heard in the entire ruins. Except for the Zhandi guy who was still dawdling, the rest of the people involuntarily quickened their pace and rushed towards the direction of the explosion.

Finally, near an abandoned concrete wreckage, the legion's thousand-man team and the alliance's troops who landed from the coast of death completed the rendezvous.

This is probably the first meeting of troops from the southern and northern fronts.

Even if both sides do not want to see each other so early.

However, when they saw that the leader of the team was actually a Zhandi guy, many players widened their eyes in surprise.

Fuck!

Good guy...

Battlefield?!

Seeing that the blue gophers were all staring at the pangolin next to him, completely ignoring him as the real commander, Favre couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

What are these guys talking about?

The Zhandi guy frantically hinted with his eyes to the gang of dogs not to make trouble, while farting without blushing.

In Luoxia Province, I killed a lot of them... They should be greeting my family.

Although both sentences are true, they are farting when connected together.

But Favre didn't know it, and after smelling it, he was stunned.

However, this guy probably remembered an interview he had read on the Triumph before. After thinking for a moment, he nodded clearly.

I see……

But at this moment, his eyes suddenly rolled, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

In that case, it's up to you to negotiate with them and let them obediently give up the land under their feet.

Battlefield atmosphere group: ???

Fuck?

Is this guy sleepy? !