This Game Is Too Realistic

On the east side of Xifan Port, a five-meter-wide creek runs across the endless farmland.

On the left is a picturesque countryside, and on the right is a mess of bomb craters and thick smoke. The whole wilderness seems to be divided into two distinct worlds by a stream.

A steel and concrete bridge connecting heaven and hell.

That was the bridge the Legion built for the Empire.

But now, heavy trucks with six pairs of road wheels were running over that bridge, and they were heading towards the east in a mighty way under the numb eyes of tenants and serfs.

That was the 300,000th regiment of the Army of the South.

At the same time, it is also one of the few armored troops of the Southern Army.

In addition to the soldiers with live ammunition and the artillery with their teeth and claws on the trucks, there are also Conqueror 10 heavy tanks with shiny armor!

The goal of this endless dragon is Xiongshi City, the capital of Shizhou.

Although Borneo was originally not included in the Southern Army's first-stage offensive plan, the plan could not keep up with the changes. The Alliance bombers taking off from Niuzhou Airport posed a huge threat to the Southern Army's supply line leading to the three northern states.

According to the usual style of the Legion, it is natural to have a threat to deal with the threat. At worst, it will fight on two fronts, and the east and the north will fight together.

Ever since, on the second day after Mr. Outlet arrived at Sulak County in the north of Shizhou, General Gurion deployed another 50,000 troops to the eastern front. Leading, ready to win the entire Shizhou and the Niuzhou further east in one fell swoop.

According to intelligence, Udono, who is stationed in Lion City, has gathered 200,000 troops to defend!

That was almost one-tenth of the military strength of Borneo, but Ryan didn't pay attention to it at all.

I heard that the 200,000 army couldn't even gather 20,000 guns, and many of them were slaves and farmers who were coerced by the Heavenly King Army, and their combat effectiveness could not even match the cannon fodder of their clones.

It doesn't matter how many of these things there are.

It's just 200,000 animals, at most it takes time to slaughter.

Sitting on the command vehicle, the burly man looked at the military newspaper in his hand, with a hint of sarcasm hanging from the corner of his mouth.

After a while, he heheed, and turned a page of the newspaper in his hand.

...It's just a spy from the alliance, look at the excitement of these guys.

This person is Ryan, the captain of the 300,000th team, with a military rank of one star. Sitting next to him was his staff officer Feverite, a man with glasses and high browbones.

Looking at the officer who pouted in disdain, Feverite pushed the mirror frame on the bridge of his nose.

I heard that guy seems to be a diplomat of the alliance. It's a pity that his mouth is not so strict. No matter how much the interrogators tortured him, he didn't ask anything useful.

For such a loyal guy, even if it is an enemy, he actually admires it in his heart.

But admiration is admiration.

From the standpoint of the enemy, he only felt sorry and stupid for this foolish loyalty, but it's a pity that this young man followed the wrong person.

Looking at the staff officer with a regretful face, Ryan sneered, and said in a neutral tone.

My opinion is different from yours. Those guys are just wasting time. Isn't General Gurion's meaning clear enough? Don't waste your saliva if you can do it.

Feveret made a helpless expression.

That's what I said, but it would be great if we could get some useful information out of that prisoner's mouth. For example... the specific deployment of the Alliance's 'volunteers' will be more beneficial to our follow-up plans. help.

As for the local resistance in Borneo, he, like most officers of the Southern Army, never paid attention to it, but he couldn't ignore the threat from the alliance.

Those guys are real hardcore.

And it's not just as simple as ruthless people, there is also a rumor that they can directly manipulate clone soldiers and use complex equipment to fight.

If the rumors are true, this battle may not be as easy as those main combat factions imagined.

A legion of undead...

Just thinking about it is chilling.

Unlike Fevret, who was worried about it, Ryan didn't take it too seriously, but curled his lips indifferently.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you look at the cards in their hands or not, there is no suspense for us in this victory... These guys have been on top for too long, and they don't care what kind of animals they are protecting.

It was his first time on this land, and the survivors felt like maggots writhing in a cesspit.

As a radical in the main combat faction, he looked down on all races except the Willante, but he rarely despised a certain ethnic group like this, so much so that even McLenne, who was merciful to them, also despised them.

Isn't that guy kind-hearted?

The commander named Ross couldn't tell and was being played around, but he saw it at a glance.

That guy has been farting since he landed, and he yelled for a while that killing people directly is too cheap for the locals, and he has to use gray mercenaries to torture them to relieve his anger. Dig a hole for yourself...

Toughness is not shouted out with the mouth.

All the tough-looking gestures of that guy were just show-offs, and every idea that sounded vicious turned out to be delays.

Ross didn't even realize he was being played.

He didn't need to listen to the command of the officer of the Eastern Legion at all, but he was dragged by that guy to the envoy of the alliance, and then he made some grinding trial.

They don't need to negotiate at all, they just go on a killing spree, and asking for a price is enough.

Maybe other people's views are different, but at least in Ryan's view, it was because the trial of twisting and killing was not thorough enough, so some kind of family meeting came up later, so that they had to start another killing ring, it was considered a crime. It shocked the group of restless writhing maggots.

And just as he was thinking this way, there was a deafening explosion in front of him, and even the carriage he was in was shaken by the violent vibration.

Ryan's face changed, and he immediately picked up the communicator and shouted.

What happened up front?

An urgent tone came from the communication channel.

It was a mine... Our anti-mine vehicle triggered an anti-armor mine installed in the middle of the road. Fortunately, the mine was detonated early and there were no casualties, General.

Ryan was relieved to hear that there were no casualties, but he became alert in his heart.

Borneo had laid mines along their marching route, apparently anticipating the actions of the Army of the South.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Ryan hung up the call, and then called his subordinate, the 1,000th team.

... Renekton, let your people get out of the car and go to the front of our convoy to reconnaissance. We are about to meet the enemy.

A clean answer quickly came from the other end of the communication channel.

yes!

...

At the same time that Captain Ryan gave the order, Conqueror V light tanks were unloaded from the transport card.

This armored force dispersed into arrow-shaped formations in units of centurions, and propped up a protective umbrella made of steel in front of the entire large force.

Not only that, there are more than a dozen Greyhound reconnaissance vehicles carrying reconnaissance teams cruising in front of the armored spearhead.

Those small wheeled armors are like flexible sled dogs, the antenna on the top of the turret swings back and forth like a fishing rod, and the stubby 20mm gun barrel emits a cold light.

Looking at the murderous armored troops in front of him, Ye Shi, who was lying in the grass in the distance, couldn't help but smashed his tongue and muttered in a low voice.

Oh my god... The main force of the Southern Army is artillery and infantry? Why do you think there are more tanks than Griffin?

Gale, who was lying next to him, let out an um and continued to observe with the binoculars in silence.

Long before the start of the expansion pack, the two had moved from the wandering swampy Ice Sea Special Zone to Borneo Province.

In fact, it wasn't just them who came here, but also some NPCs from the academy.

That ancient contract was signed in the presence of the Rift Valley and the Academy after all.

If the legion thinks that the only resistance to the eastward expansion is the enterprise and the alliance, then it is a big mistake. The group of escapists in the north has never stopped interfering in the affairs of the wasteland.

In fact, they are the ones who interfere most actively.

The board of directors of the enterprise is still holding a hearing on the budget, and the scientific research ship of the academy has crossed the Zhuobar Mountains in the south of Luoxia Province, ready to start doing things.

Ye Shi didn't know exactly what was going on. After all, what he knew was all from Jiang Xuezhou, and this kind of thing involved a secret agreement between the academy and the alliance's top management. Naturally, she, a small D-level, couldn't do it. Permissions know.

In short, these things are not their concern.

After returning to the team, the two took a plane to the front line, and took advantage of the night to parachute to the west of Shizhou, engaged in reconnaissance and destruction of traffic lines behind the enemy.

This kind of thing is familiar to the two old players who participated in the Battle of Luoxia. The previous anti-armor mine was released by Ye Shi.

Although it's a pity that no big fish were caught, only one anti-mine vehicle broke down, but being able to delay the army's marching speed is considered to have achieved the goal.

Watching the convoy go far away, Kuangfeng put down the binoculars in his hand and said in a low voice.

...The Legion probably used at least five divisions this time, and Lion City may be in danger.

The bionic chip implanted in his cerebral cortex is connected to a fixed-wing drone that is cruising at high altitude.

While observing through the telescope, he was also taking a bird's-eye view of the ground through the lens of the drone.

Ye Shi stared at the map for a while and murmured.

... how can two hundred thousand people survive for a while? Besides, elder brother Fang will help them.

Gale shook his head.

It's hard to say... the armored division that passed in front of us just now has more than 300 tanks alone, which is already more than the tractors in the entire Borneo.

This is only counting tanks, not counting the self-propelled artillery of the support company and the reconnaissance vehicles and armored vehicles of the reconnaissance company.

As for those flying in the sky, let alone those flying in the sky, while these armored troops were soaring all the way, the Horn airship was also slowly advancing.

but……

Just like what Ye Shi said, after all, Fang Chang and the others are there to help.

Even if you can't stop the legion's torrent of steel, it's okay to delay for a while.

...

Just as Ye Shi and Kuangfeng were packing up their equipment and preparing to transfer, Renekton's 301,000th team had already exchanged fire with Borneo's 30,000th team!

Drawing on the experience of the previous failure, this time the Borneo army did not try to stop the army's offensive with a solid position, but referred to the elastic defense line strategy adopted by the Mammoth country, and used a small force to bite the armored spearhead of the army, and then Then use artillery to annihilate the stalled troops.

There is one thing to say, this strategy is actually effective. The airship needs a certain safe distance to fire. No matter how powerful the firepower of the horn is, it is impossible to fire in the face of the friendly army. At most, it can counter the long-range firepower of Borneo.

And as long as Borneo's long-range firepower deployment is far enough, even if the legion's airship sees it, it can only be anxious.

While this strategy is good, it has a fatal flaw.

That is, neither Absek himself nor the other Gray Wolf Army officers below had any experience in guerrilla warfare.

Although Lacy sent some officers from the Lunar Resistance Army over to help, those people were not trusted by Absek, and they only served as staff officers or instructors.

And this also led to an extremely embarrassing situation. The anti-tank team carrying the RPG and the recoilless gun was caught by the reconnaissance vehicle that was cruising nearby before they could reach the side of Renekton's Thousands. .

Seeing that his troops had been exposed, one after another Greyhound reconnaissance vehicles outflanked them like a pack of hunting wolves. The Borneo centurion who served as the vanguard could only bite the bullet even if he had ten thousand reluctances in his heart. The attack whistle was blown.

whispering sound--!

The loud whistle sounded throughout the battlefield.

Hearing the order to attack, the soldiers wearing straw hats straightened up half of their bodies from the grass, carrying the RPG rocket launchers in their hands, and completed the preparations for shooting in a kneeling position.

Fire!!!

Letting out a roar that was almost desperate, the ten captain squatting on the front line quickly pulled the trigger first.

An RPG rocket dragged its thick and long tail flame, and rushed towards the reconnaissance vehicle 100 meters away like a crossbow bolt off the string.

However, to his desperation, the detoured reconnaissance car easily dodged the galloping rockets with just a single acceleration.

Not to mention hitting the target, he didn't even scratch the opponent's taillight!

The flames of the firing exposed his position, and dozens of armor-piercing incendiary bombs were quickly fired over.

The ten captain didn't even have time to let out a muffled grunt before he was smashed into pieces by the rain of bullets, leaving only half of his body pressed down beside the bushes.

Seeing that the officer was killed in battle, the soldiers squatting aside suddenly became angry.

Regardless of the hideousness of the corpse, a soldier rushed up to pick up the rocket launcher and the ammunition bag with the rockets stuck in it.

The other soldiers carrying the bazooka did not hesitate to pull the trigger, trying to avenge their chief.

Rockets rushed towards the Legion's reconnaissance vehicle.

However, the latter had no choice but to be too mobile, and the distance was too far, and most of those rockets landed in the empty space.

Seeing the toothpicks sticking out of the grass, the Willant centurion sitting on the command vehicle laughed sarcastically, then took off the walkie-talkie hanging on the side of the turret and gave an order.

'Rat' came out of the hole ahead of time, pay attention to keep a safe distance, and approved to fire!

The rustling sound of electric current came quickly.

receive--!

At the same time as the order was issued, the dozens of Greyhound reconnaissance vehicles no longer concealed themselves, and continued to drive around while spraying flames from the protruding barrels.

Bang bang bang—!

The roaring cannons were like continuous drumbeats, and the tracers shot one after another like a shower of rain, rushing towards the Centuries of Borneo crouching on the edge of the low forest.

The soldiers at the front were instantly torn into blood mist, and then the soldiers at the back were also sucked in.

There is no chance of dodging at all, and there is no bunker to hide from at all.

The anti-tank soldiers in the exposed position were quickly crushed into a pulp by the howling storm together with the tree trunks beside them.

Looking at his subordinates who were killed in battle, the centurion with a short whistle in his mouth widened his eyes, and his eyes were about to burst.

In less than half a minute, half of the familiar faces had disappeared.

Unable to hold back the anger in his heart, he grabbed a recoilless gun and carried it on his shoulder, and crawled out of the bomb shelter.

We must not let these big noses rush past unscathed!

It's death! I have to replace it with another one!

The recoilless gun was unfortunately missed.

Not only that, almost the second after he pulled the trigger, the thick and long tracers swept towards his position, tearing him to pieces together with the recoilless gun on his shoulder.

However, although this recoilless gun was shot empty, his death aroused the anger in the hearts of all the soldiers.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old soldier gritted his teeth and braved the noisy firepower above his head and crawled forward until he just reached the safe distance of the armor-piercing bullets.

Looking at the reconnaissance vehicle driving sideways, he put the bazooka on himself in a prone position, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The tail flame jetted back directly roasted half of his buttocks, and the pain made him almost faint.

However, the reconnaissance car he aimed at was obviously much worse than him, and was directly bombarded by the rocket that shot up from the bottom to the front of the car.

The hot metal jet drilled a hole in the car body, and poured into the car compartment in an instant.

Two of the three crew members were killed and one seriously injured in an instant, and the paralyzed reconnaissance vehicle broke down directly on the side of the road.

The boy was about to cheer excitedly, but before he could open his mouth, the rain of bullets from the side pushed him directly into the soil.

Ahhh!!! Damn it! Let me die!

Seeing his teammate's chariot break down, the observer hand of the Willanter sitting under the turret of another reconnaissance vehicle instantly turned red, and his index finger welded to the firing trigger wanted to pinch the steel piece off.

Hearing the tinkling sound from the armored shell above his head, the driver who stepped on the accelerator roared behind him.

Enough! Jimmy, that guy is dead! We have another one in front of us!

receive!

The observer gritted his teeth and let go of the piece of minced meat, re-aimed at the target in front of him, and vented all his anger on the flames ejected from the gun barrel.

Damn it! I'm fighting with you!!!

As both sides saw blood, both groups of people were completely red-eyed.

However, this asymmetrical battle itself does not have any suspense.

As a Conqueror 10 heavy tank and a Conqueror 5 light tank approached, the guerrilla team was almost declared dead.

Two deafening roars sounded, and the thigh-thick tree fell down in an instant, and the soldiers hiding beside were dislocated by the shock and completely lost their ability to move.

More than 20 Wilante soldiers wearing exoskeletons quickly jumped out of the armored vehicle, divided into two teams and searched for the woods, shooting at the few remaining Borneo soldiers.

In order to avenge their dead brothers, this group of angry Willant soldiers had no intention of taking prisoners at all, and even avoided the vitals and aimed at the lower body in order to torture these unsightly guys for a while longer.

But coincidentally, the same was true for the Baroan soldiers on the opposite side, who had no intention of surrendering at all.

They have already sacrificed more than a hundred brothers, and they are not far behind themselves.

Facing the encirclement and suppression of the Willant people, they did not flee, and fought to the last moment with weapons that were not considered elite, and then were killed by the people who surrounded them in the most cruel way.

The Weilante people who surrounded them did not notice that although these guys were still Borneo, they were already different from the Borneo during the Xilan Empire.

Although their equipment is still backward, they already have a cohesive force that they didn't have before.

Even in the face of a battle with no chance of winning, they will no longer run away like before...

The whole battle lasted only a quarter of an hour.

The Anti-Tank Centuries of the 30,000th Squadron of Borneo were wiped out by the formation, and no one survived!

On the other hand, Renekton's thousand-man team only paralyzed one Greyhound reconnaissance vehicle, and two crew members died.

The seriously injured signal soldier was out of danger after being rescued, and was sent back to Xifan Harbor for treatment, together with the broken down Greyhound reconnaissance vehicle.

The previous unexpected armor-piercing round only damaged its engine, and did not damage the fuel tank or ammunition rack.

Drag it to the repair shop for repairs, and put on a new crew to return to the front line in no time.

The same goes for the communications soldier.

The metal shrapnel removed from his body will be used to make the Medal of Honor awarded to him.

The Legion of the South will replace him with a prosthetic body that is better than a broken limb, and let him return to the battlefield with glory after recovery.

Knowing the situation of the troops on the front line, Commander Renekton's expression did not change at all, he just reported the casualties to his superiors, and then proceeded to make the deployment of the next step step by step.

It's just a centurion, not even a grasshopper standing in the middle of the road to him.

With Borneo's military strength, only an armed force of 10,000 troops is worthy of his attention.

Being held back by a centurion for fifteen minutes, and even two people were killed, made him feel that the centurion of the reconnaissance team was extremely stupid.

Let a group of rats kill two people, just kill yourself to apologize...

The assembly was completed again, and the armored thousand-man team led by Renekton continued to advance in the direction of Lion City.

Twelve Dagger fighters covered two reconnaissance planes that roared right above his armored unit.

It didn't take long for the brothers in the air force to report to them the information they had detected - there was a dispersed skirmisher force standing in front of them, with a scale of about 10,000 and equipped with a certain number of anti-tank equipment.

This force is probably the elite of Borneo, and maybe there are volunteers from the alliance to accompany them.

After hearing the news, no matter whether it was Commander Ryan who was at the rear, or Commander Renekton who was at the front, the corners of their mouths could not help but curl up into cruel smiles.

What is a captive?

In this wave, at least they can catch hundreds of them!

Taking down the walkie-talkie hanging on the turret, Renekton suppressed the fighting spirit burning in his heart, and gave the order with a sonorous and forceful voice.

Attention all units! The enemy's main force is five kilometers in front of us!

Finding suspected enemy targets allows active firefights!

Unless you are a member of the alliance, you don't have to deliberately keep alive!

A uniform answer came quickly from the communication channel.

yes!!!

The friction of the tracks and the roar of the engine resounded throughout the wilderness.

The running armor was like a knight preparing to charge, with sharp lances and swords in his hands.

But in contrast to the roar that shakes the earth, a forest four kilometers away is quiet.

If you didn't get closer and observe carefully, you wouldn't even be able to see the armor hidden under the shade of greenery.

Leaning against a thick pine tree, while closing his eyes and resting his mind, Lao Bai suddenly opened his eyes and gave Fang Chang who was standing beside him a sure look.

Here they come.

The moment the voice fell, the visor of the power armor helmet also drew together.

After removing the Dove type missile launcher on his back, Lao Bai skillfully completed loading the Dove in just a few seconds.

At the same time, pairs of tightly closed eyes opened at the same time.

The armors that were silent in the woods seemed to be injected with souls, and they became active like awakened heroic spirits.

Since yesterday morning, 500 elite members of the Burning Corps have been airborne to this area one after another by plane and assembled in an orderly manner.

Half of them on standby are on alert online, and half are waiting offline.

After closing the mask of the exoskeleton helmet, Fang Chang stretched out his index finger and tapped on the helmet twice, switched the communication channel to all, and said sonorously.

...The armored troops of the Southern Legion are right in front! These drunks rushed quickly, completely leaving the friendly troops behind, and didn't pay attention to us at all. Someone needs to stand up and sober them up!

Everyone is ready to fight!

Take out your housekeeping skills and annihilate their armor to the maximum extent!

Kill through them!

The fighting spirit burning in the pairs of pupils was no less than that of the roaring armored vehicles.

Facing the billowing smoke and dust, the communication channel echoed with high morale answers.

kill!!!