This Game Is Too Realistic

fire!!!

Just as the survivors of King Gallon Port were excited for the invasion of the Legion, far away in the mountains and forests at the junction of the southwestern part of Dog State and Lion State, a group of artillery dormant in the woods also let out a deafening roar at the same time .

The rain of fire poured into the sky, and then hit the ground heavily, engulfing the battlefield thirty kilometers away in a sea of ​​boiling flames and thick smoke.

That is the 155mm artillery that the Alliance sold to the Mammoth Nation.

At this moment, there are a total of twenty-four gates deployed at the forefront, forming a fully staffed battalion-level firepower group!

The cannons fired continuously, firing a full twelve rounds of intensive firepower.

The coordinates of the bombardment were located in Shizhou, just at the position where the 10,000th team of Borneo had just withdrawn.

Although it is the territory of Borneo, but now the Southern Army has torn its face, and the Moon Clan resistance army can't care so much.

With the pouring of these twelve rounds of firepower, the offensive of the 172,000-man team of the Legion finally came to a standstill, and was suppressed in the trench left by the 10,000-man team in Borneo.

After racing for more than 300 kilometers, the army's offensive finally came to a standstill.

And this is probably the biggest and most direct resistance that the frontline troops of the Southern Army have encountered since they landed until now.

Standing next to a group of artillerymen, [Warrior Wolf] is sitting next to a tree stump and meditating with his eyes closed.

After receiving the news from Brother Gou offline, he immediately went online, opened his eyes, and greeted the battalion commander next to him.

It's time to withdraw!

The Confederate Army reacted swiftly.

While the mobile unit is advancing, it can also complete the deployment of artillery positions in an orderly manner.

Although the steel airship is currently pinned near West Sail Harbor, the airship is not the only support weapon for the Confederate Legion.

According to the information detected by Brother Gou, the enemy artillery unit has completed preparations for counter firepower, and it will not take long for the corrected shooting to come over.

The battalion commander was watching his subordinates reloading and firing vigorously. When he heard the reminder from the good alliance brother, he immediately poured cold water on his head, and his expression immediately became serious.

clear!

Without any hesitation, upon receiving the order, he held the walkie-talkie and immediately gave the order to retreat.

The soldiers wearing the exoskeleton immediately stepped forward to put away the bracket of the artillery, and skillfully hung it on the back of the light truck.

They have practiced the whole set of movements countless times, and practiced them countless times when fighting against the gray wolf army.

In less than a minute, the entire position was packed, and the trucks towing the artillery quickly withdrew from the path prepared in advance.

Not long after they withdrew their front feet, a deafening roar came from not far from the back of everyone's heads.

A calibrated shell landed first in the woods.

In less than half a minute, the rain of fire, which was more violent than before, covered it wave after wave.

The flames and shrapnel from the explosion shuttled freely in the woods, blasting the towering old trees to pieces.

Looking at the trembling forest behind them, the soldiers sitting on the truck had more or less fearful expressions on their faces.

The response speed of the Southern Army was much faster than that of the Gray Wolf Army, and they even had time to smoke a cigarette before leaving when they were fighting guerrillas with Arayan's troops.

And let's not talk about smoking a cigarette here.

If it was more than ten seconds late, I'm afraid I would have to lose a leg in the woods.

Did we hit it just now? Did the enemy lose a lot?

The battalion commander sitting on the truck didn't have any fear, but looked impatiently at the brother of the alliance, and asked with an eager expression.

The warlike wolf glanced at the VM, there was no signal on it for the time being, so he said calmly.

Our scouts are confirming, don't worry.

In fact, when he was offline, he had already confirmed the result of the shelling.

The previous round of fire coverage really hurt the legion, but the counterattack that is going on at this moment may not be without a sense of desperation.

However, his human language is really not very good, and it is too troublesome to explain, so he doesn't bother to explain.

The battalion commander didn't ask any further questions, but just turned his gaze to the noisy forest behind him.

The roaring artillery fire has been going on for a while, but there is no intention of stopping at all.

It can be seen that the preparations of the legion are indeed sufficient, and this posture seems to raise the whole mountain.

But this also just shows that their strategic goals have been achieved.

Long before the battle, Lacy issued instructions to the front line, requiring combat units at all levels not to stick to the front line, but to use long-range firepower and terrain to block the enemy's offensive as much as possible.

The brothers in Borneo have proved that the method of positional warfare cannot stop the offensive of the legion.

They must replace the original solid front with a more flexible front, spread out small groups of troops over a wider depth, and wait until the enemy's large troops have penetrated deep into the hinterland before rushing forward and taking a bite, spending time in repeated pulling their vitality.

The sound of cannons behind him was still clamoring, but it had gradually faded away in everyone's ears.

They will go to the next position and wait for the next order from the division headquarters.

A fourteen-year-old boy soldier held his rifle and muttered with his head buried.

By the way, how many Willanters landed this time?

He is a recruit who enlisted in the army only a few months ago, and he is also a native of the three northern states.

When the little emperor came, he wanted to practice in the palace, so he was conscripted to work there.

Later, when the Moon Clan's resistance army came, the little emperor fled with his tail between his legs and a group of nobles, and he had nowhere to go.

Later, a young man about his age found him, stuffed a handful of LD-47s into his hands, and told him that if he couldn’t find a home, he might as well come to the Resistance Army first. Here, not only the food but also the fields were distributed, so he went joined in.

The veteran sitting next to him was a little older, but only in his early twenties. After thinking about it, he said.

Based on our establishment, there are about thirty divisions.

Thirty divisions...

Hearing this number, many people sitting on the truck swallowed involuntarily, and even some veterans of the Resistance Army grinned involuntarily.

They thought they had enough people, but they didn't expect that there were also many people on the other side.

At present, the Mammoth Country only has ten divisions, and only five divisions are deployed on the front line, and the other five divisions are still coming from the east.

Although there are hundreds of divisions in Borneo next door, more than half of those guys make up the numbers, and the million-strong army can't even make up the equipment for 100,000 people.

Not only that, but these guys are also facing a very serious problem-that is, the troop change.

Although the caliber of the rifles of the Legion and the Alliance are both 7mm, they are not the same type of ammunition after all.

Even the gray military uniform was only issued to one-third of the troops, and the remaining two-thirds were basically no different from motley troops.

Even with the coalition's help, it's still a lopsided battle.

A recruit couldn't help muttering.

...can we win?

The wolf who is good at fighting wanted to tell the truth, but it might be a bit difficult. After all, even the alliance has never directly fought against the legion twisted into a rope. It is hard to say how much the divided Borneo province has a chance of winning.

This is purely rational analysis.

It is impossible to completely reverse the entire situation of the battle just because they won the artillery battle once.

It was only less than a day since the war started, and the Southern Army had captured the coastline of the entire northwest corner of Shizhou, pushing the front line to Surak County.

If it were an alliance to fight this battle, the speed of advancement would probably not be faster than theirs.

But before he could express his worries, the battalion commander sitting next to him put his hand on the recruit's shoulder and shook it firmly.

Sure!

That voice was extremely firm, just like his pair of firm eyes.

His sight has crossed the present, as if he has seen the bright and beautiful future.

He believed it without doubt.

The warrior wolf sitting next to him was slightly taken aback.

He didn't know where this guy's confidence came from, but he unexpectedly discovered that this straggler had faith since no one knew when.

This group of guys who don't know a single word and don't understand any theory actually played out their beliefs!

This is incredible...

Like many new players in the alliance, he used to not look down on the group of Moon Clan resistance army, thinking that if these guys without any guiding ideology and theoretical basis can become the king of the mountain if they can stand up to the sky, they can stop the gray The Wolves were lucky.

However, now he finds that maybe it is just his own arrogance and prejudice, thinking that not absolute thinking is the same as absolutely no thinking.

Alliances are not built in a day.

When the Pioneer passed by Qingquan City, they were as small as ants on the side of the road.

Seeing pairs of eyes secretly looking at him, the war-skilled wolf was silent for a long time, then a faint smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he uttered the most fluent sentence he has ever seen.

Don't ask such silly questions...

Those beasts just have sharper teeth... If the teeth were sharper, they would win. You and I are still in the trees right now.

Hearing this interesting metaphor, there was a burst of pleasant laughter on the bumpy carriage.

Many Moon Clan soldiers were amused by the humor of this alliance brother, and smiles appeared on their strained faces.

Especially the battalion commander of the artillery battalion smiled the most heartily, dropping the cigarette from his mouth.

It was the thirteen-year-old boy who looked at the brother of the alliance with a puzzled expression and asked.

Why are you staying in the tree?

In his perception, the brothers of the alliance are the most knowledgeable people, and the entire army, from platoon commander to division commander, has no disrespect for them, and will seriously refer to their suggestions.

Looking at the child who was supposed to be sitting in class studying, the war-capable wolf grinned, showing off the bit of ink in his stomach.

There are many theories about the origin of human beings. There is a saying that human beings evolved from monkeys.

The child's eyes widened.

But I'm a dog...

That has nothing to do with what you believe in. It's... something called science, right? The battalion commander, who put his cigarette back on his mouth, interjected with a smile.

He has a fellow countryman who has been to the North Island in the southern waters, and the word science is also heard from that guy.

This thing is a good thing. I heard that the survivors in the southern sea rely on that science. They live more comfortably on a piece of land the size of a palm than they sit on a large plain. A piece of clothing is better than their lives. Also expensive.

And this is after bankruptcy.

Before the bankruptcy, I heard that the people there were several times richer than they are now.

The war-fighting wolf: ... Strictly speaking, it should be considered an inference. After all, no one has seen the past with their own eyes. I don't understand this. I'll wait for you to go back to school one day and ask your teacher for comparison. good.

The boy nodded with a vague understanding, and then asked curiously.

Then... why did we come down from the tree again? Isn't it good to stay in the tree?

The fighting wolf laughed and said.

Then it's a long story, and we have to start before the Prosperous Era...even farther than the Classical Era...

...

The sun sank into the sea, and the sky, which had accumulated dark clouds, finally fell down with heavy rain.

The sound of crackling rain fell on the muddy ditch, and an arm that fell from someone was hugging in a puddle that was neither deep nor shallow.

One didn't pay attention, when a Willant soldier was crossing the ditch, he stumbled over the broken arm and almost fell into the mud. Fortunately, the captain next to him grabbed his collar and lifted him up. .

Watch the soles of your feet, if this is a landmine, you're dead already.

I heard that the alliance has artillery-launched mines, and it's not difficult to deploy them.

The soldier swallowed his saliva mixed with rainwater, and lowered his head in shame.

yes……

Pete glanced at the recruit, didn't say anything, but turned his gaze to the messy battlefield ahead.

This was the position of the Borneo Kingdom before, and as soon as the Borneo troops withdrew from here, their friendly army, the 172nd Thousand-man Squad, filled in behind them.

However, not long after that, artillery shells came from the mountain forest area in the northeast, and more than twenty 155mm guns fired a full twelve rounds of barrage.

According to friendly sources, they have a centurion right in the center of the barrage and have lost contact since the start of the second round of shelling, hoping that the 171st thousand stationed nearby will send a unit to take a look at themselves What is the situation with your troops.

The 170,000th team rushed forward too fast, and encountered an air strike in the rear. Many supporters had not kept up. They could only be forced to switch from advancing to consolidating their current positions.

It is inconvenient for the brothers of the 172nd thousand-man team to leave their own positions, and the only thing they can rely on is the friendly troops in the same ten-thousand-man team.

The bombed centurion had been unlucky enough, Pete heard they were taking stock of the junk seized from the Bornean Army positions. Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched the tatters with one hand, he turned his head and touched the first prize, and was named by the opponent's cannon.

The artillery fire covered so quickly, and the strike was so decisive, there was probably a reconnaissance unit of the Moon Clan Resistance Army nearby reporting information.

Immediately upon detecting enemy fire and radio signals directing the bombardment, the 170,000th deployed its artillery units. However, before their counter-bombardment began, the opponent had already ceased fire, and 80% of them were transferred away.

These guys were as cunning as rats, and he had to admit that they really underestimated their enemies.

But it's not too late to correct it now.

After returning to the team, Pete was immediately assigned a new task and went to the friendly positions that were under shelling.

They need to confirm the situation of the friendly army while cooperating with the still alive friendly army to catch the enemy's eyes.

Oh shit……

Looking at the messy battlefield, Pete couldn't help cursing, but he still made a gesture with his teammates around him, and bravely searched forward.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the wind was blowing, making the search very difficult.

In particular, they have to be careful around their surroundings, they may not be the only ones active nearby.

The scouts from the Mammoth Kingdom may be nearby, and the soldiers from the Borneo Kingdom may also be thinking about the equipment they left on the ground, and they will kill their carbine after hearing the sound of the artillery.

And this is why the 172nd Thousands dare not move. They must be extremely careful before the airship returns to the front line.

Just as he approached a bomb hole and was about to poke in and take a look, a rifle was aimed at his head.

do not move!

In the darkness he saw one evil eye, and the other was blinded with blood.

Noticing the high bridge of the nose, Pete let go of the hand holding the rifle, indicating that he was not malicious.

My own people.

Just before he spoke, the man standing under the shadow obviously saw his identity, pressed down the muzzle of the gun aimed at his forehead, and spat bloody saliva on the ground.

Damn... I just noticed, which army are you from?

The Centurion under the 171st Thousand. Pete noticed at this moment that this emotional guy was a centurion with a rank higher than himself.

171? The centurion froze for a moment, frowning, Where are we?

Pete said succinctly.

They can't take care of you for the time being, and entrusted us to take a look at your situation... How many of you are left?

The centurion grinned.

The casualties are not too heavy... Nine people died, but more than a dozen were injured. The sanitary conditions here are too bad, and it's still raining. I'm afraid they won't last long.

Are there really only nine dead?

Pete looked at him suspiciously, suspecting that he hadn't confirmed it at all, but he didn't ask any more questions, but said immediately.

Then let them go to the nearby farms. We have established an operating base there, and we also have medical personnel. Wait for the transport team from the rear to come and send them to the rear.

The centurion's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he immediately agreed.

Okay! Then they will be handed over to you!

what about you?

Looking at the centurion who didn't seem to be planning to retreat from here, Pete asked subconsciously.

The centurion flashed a stern look in his eyes, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word.

...Those guys killed my brother, so we can't just let it go.

The casualties of friendly troops are only one aspect, and the other aspect is too embarrassing.

With regard to the previous round of shelling, maybe the casualties of the entire 10,000-strong team were contracted by their squads throughout the day.

If he doesn't get this place back, he will be ashamed to be the centurion again!

Pete wanted to persuade him to calm down, but this guy would not listen to the opinions of a mere ten-man commander.

...You better be careful, I always feel that people from the alliance may have come.

Oh, just in time! The centurion curled his lips and patted him on the shoulder, The wounded are in the bomb hole... I'll leave it to you.

After speaking, he climbed out of the trench against the pouring rain and shouted towards the position.

You can still move and get up with me! These bastards finally finished their farts, and follow me to do something!

Oh oh oh!

Fight with them!!

There were roars of high morale from the battlefield, and soldiers wearing bulletproof armor and exoskeletons climbed out of the trenches one after another, and assembled towards the north with a murderous look.

The high-spirited roar passed through the heavy rain curtain and drifted towards the field beside him.

The catheter dog lying in the field had a regretful expression on his face, retracted the small drone floating in the sky, and turned off the dimly glowing VM screen.

Damn, it's a pity...

The round of shelling just now probably killed 20 or 30 people, and it was somewhat wasteful to kill one person with an average of five shells.

If only there were artillery nearby.

Judging from the course of action of these big noses, they should still plan to continue going north. If there is another round of salvo at this time, they might be able to take this centurion away.

However, the artillery battalion ambushing in the mountains has been moved, and now he can do nothing but watch from the sidelines.

Getting up from the field, Brother Gou carefully avoided the group of murderous Willant soldiers, and walked towards Sulak County.

It seems that a team of thousands of people drove there before, and he planned to go there to investigate again before going offline to see what was going on there...

...

While the frontline troops of the Southern Legion were bombarded with scolding, the official website of Wasteland OL in another world was full of joy like a festival.

Facts have proved that people's joys and sorrows are not connected.

It is different from the Willantes and Borneans who are waiting in torment. For the players of Wasteland OL, before the fight started, they couldn't wait to go up and persuade the fight.

As early as a few months ago, several bigwigs on the forum were analyzing that misfires were probably inevitable.

And now the legion that is about to move is indeed as they expected, the sword planned by the dog is finally irresistible!

[Expansion update: Southern Barbarian Invasion\