This Game Is Too Realistic

The eastern front of Shizhou is filled with boiling flames and thick smoke, while the West Brahmi Sea on the other side is peaceful and peaceful.

Three fully loaded large cargo ships were sailing smoothly on the sea, their majestic bows shattered waves one after another.

Standing on the edge of the deck, facing the sea breeze, Henk has a smug expression, the raised nose bridge is exactly the same as the bow that cleaves the waves.

There is no doubt that he is a pure-blooded Willante, and he was born in Triumph City, which possesses supreme glory and wealth.

However, because Triumph City was too crowded, he followed his parents to a distant new continent when he was still young, and opened up territory for the Weilante people in the new land.

His father was a centurion, and if there were no accidents, he should have become a glorious soldier like his father, making meritorious deeds on the battlefield.

Unfortunately, the tiger father had a son, he was really not suitable for war, whether it was the selection of the youth army or the assessment of the reserve officer, he failed one after another.

Especially the selection of the youth army.

He didn't even make it to the second round, and was screened out in the first round of the physical examination, and only barely passed the swimming test in many physical fitness tests.

Facts have proved that even among races born for fighting, not everyone is good at fighting.

The disheartened Henk once gave up on himself and drank alcohol all day long to anesthetize himself. Until one day, a friend he made during the youth training camp brought him a bottle of Big Bird Vodka from the Old World, and he suddenly woke up from his confusion——

What kind of horse urine did you drink before?

There is a slight sweetness in the spicy taste that makes people forget all their troubles. He has been obsessed with this feeling since he tasted it, and it feels boring to drink other wines.

However, the place of origin of this thing is in the distant alliance. And even in Triumph City, it was not easy to get it. Most of the best sources were monopolized by the Eastern Legion.

Although the manufacturing process of this thing is not complicated, and the raw materials are also very simple, but the imitation produced by the Triumph City Winery always feels that something is missing.

He knew what the fakes lacked, and that was what intoxicated him the most—the slightly sweet, sometimes hallucinatory sweetness that made one forget all troubles.

In order to drink better in the future, Henk temporarily came out of depression. First, he made a continuous distiller by himself, and then fiddled with brewing in his own warehouse to improve the brewing process... As a result, he did not expect that after a lot of tinkering, he still It really restored the slight sweetness that makes you forget all your troubles.

In fact, the secret to making people forget their troubles lies in the methanol within the safe metering range.

The distillery in Triumph City is obsessed with improving the distillation process, seeking to brew the purest vodka, and striving for excellence in quality, but ignoring what the underlying Willant people really need.

They don't have time to order a special concoction in a high-end restaurant and savor the smooth and rich taste. What they need is something that can forget all their troubles, even if they have a splitting headache the next day.

It would be even better if you add cheapness, even if this happiness is not healthy.

In short, thanks to this invention, Henk became a well-known wine merchant on the east coast of the New World in one fell swoop, turning vodka from an imported product into something that even ordinary people can afford.

If there is no accident, he may sell wine for a lifetime, and then the business will grow bigger and bigger, and even export the Chicken Vodka he fiddled with to the distant Dawn City, so that the group of alliance guys can Meet his quick-witted wit.

But helplessly, the sky failed to fulfill people's wishes, and the profit of selling wine was still too low.

His Chicken Vodka was popular for a while, but only for a while.

Especially in this line there is no threshold.

Since he can imitate the alliance's products, others can also imitate him.

Moreover, the difficulty of poaching people from his winery to Triumph City is far easier than poaching people from the Alliance. A boat ticket and a house on the outskirts of Triumph City can be done.

Seeing that his career has hit a bottleneck, Henk, like most self-made Willanters, has no choice but to turn his attention to other new fields that are not so cumbersome and have promising prospects.

In the Legion, only arms are the eternal business, and the status is also the highest among all the merchants.

It was a coincidence that at this moment, the respected Marshal once again opened a window for him.

The Legion of the South is building momentum for war!

Although this war was nominally a war between the Xilan Empire and the rebels, a mercenary with a team of 30,000 people is really rare even in the history of human civilization.

Not surprisingly, the alliance also ended.

And it is foreseeable that companies, colleges, and even the Great Rift Valley and all survivor forces in the east of the old world will participate in this war.

The local industry and transport capacity of the Southern Legion obviously cannot support the material expenditure of this war alone, and the expansion of the Western Legion happened to fall into the bottleneck of expansion, and a large number of unsalable munitions were piled up in the warehouse with nowhere to go.

At this time, the Western Legion and the Southern Legion signed a military supplies tax exemption agreement.

Henk, who smelled the wind, took a fancy to the business opportunity at a glance, and immediately suppressed all his net worth.

No one reacts faster than him.

Not surprisingly, he will probably become the first businessman from the New World to dig the first bucket of gold from Borneo...if you don't count those big shots who rushed away early.

After he became the largest private arms contractor in Xifan Port, he would sell his chicken vodka to the local Willant soldiers by the way.

He believed they would love the addictive feeling.

And this can be regarded as a curve to save the factory way.

A few white birds flew over from a distance and hovered over the splint, as if they wanted to stop and rest for a while.

Gah—

Hearing the ups and downs of the call, Henk felt indescribably happy.

It's a seagull! Haha, it looks like we're approaching the shore soon!

Walking to his side, the tanned captain grinned and held back his complaints.

That's an albatross, sir .

They are still more than 20 hours away from Borneo Province, and they will not be able to land at noon tomorrow at the earliest.

Seeing this guy's excited look, he guessed that this boss probably went to sea for the first time, not to mention that this guy couldn't even tell the difference between an albatross and a seagull.

Henk didn't care, he just let out a haha ​​to get over the embarrassment.

Hahaha! No matter what it is, it is my lucky bird! Go get some bread and bring it up... remember to bring the kind that is about to expire. As he spoke, he pushed the secretary next to him, with a urging look on his face. The helpless secretary returned to the cabin.

The captain grinned, thinking that the boss from the New World was quite humorous.

I've heard people from the New World are like this, more tactful and cunning than the Old World Willanters.

But he didn't really live there, and what he knew was just hearsay.

It was a businessman from the Southern Legion who introduced him to the job of captain, and he only stopped briefly at the port of the New World before boarding the cargo ship bound for the Borneo Sea.

The deck was peaceful and peaceful, just like the calm sea.

The loose sailors either put their hands on the railing to bask in the sun, or used beer bottle caps as chips to play chess to pass the time, or planned where to have fun when they got ashore.

At this moment, no one noticed that a periscope quietly stretched out of the sea, stared at them for a while, and then retracted quietly.

The secretary who had gone to pick up the bread in the cabin hadn't come back yet, and Henk was about to go to the cabin to urge the guy, but he saw large bubbles rolling out of the turbulent waves.

Something was rapidly approaching his cargo ship, and it seemed that the size of that thing was not small.

Henk suddenly remembered a story that a certain sailor told him in a tavern before boarding the ship.

It is said that in the distant Borneo Sea and the southern waters, there is a sea monster called Raken.

That thing is like a giant dragon swimming in the deep sea, it can easily overturn a cargo ship with a displacement of thousands of tons.

However, Henk was not worried. After all, his three cargo ships were all over 50,000 tons, and they were also equipped with sonars to drive away alien species.

Seeing the big fish getting closer, he even stuck his head out of the boat and shouted excitedly.

What is that? Laken?

The captain smiled when he heard the words, and walked to Henk's side.

Laken isn't interested in us, we turned on the sonar—

Just in the middle of speaking, his face suddenly changed, and he yelled behind him in horror.

torpedo!!!

He had never encountered such a thing before, and he didn't know how to deal with it, but he still instinctively tore off the life jacket hanging on the guardrail, threw one to Henk, and put the other on himself.

Almost at the same time, a deafening roar came from the feet of the two of them.

A torpedo hit the side of the cargo ship!

In the face of the terrifying and destructive power that can sink a warship, a mere 50,000-ton cargo ship is as fragile as a toothpick.

He didn't have time to care about the situation of the other two cargo ships. Henk felt himself flying up, turned over, and fell into the sea with a plop.

Things developed so suddenly that he didn't even have time to fear, and his consciousness was broken...

...

A few minutes ago, under the surface of the sea.

Inside the steely bridge, more than a dozen officers in military uniforms were staring seriously at the picture projected on the holographic screen.

Twenty-four hours ago, Commander Li Minghui issued a battle plan codenamed Laken.

They will act as ghosts lurking under the Siberian Sea and attack the transport ship transporting the ammunition to Xifan Port.

This is the safest method when the true strength of the opponent's warship is uncertain.

On the one hand, it can attack the logistics of the Southern Army and delay the offensive on the front line. On the other hand, it can force the Western Army to come out to escort, thus exposing their true combat effectiveness.

...After the target search, we found multiple 120mm field guns. The cargo carried on the ship is undoubtedly munitions. The observer sitting in front of the console looked back at the captain and said in a positive tone.

The captain nodded expressionlessly, without any hesitation, picked up the communicator and gave the order.

Combat units at all levels are ready! Send them to see Raken!

There was an echo in the communication channel soon.

receive!

As the order was issued, the crew on the entire attack nuclear submarine immediately acted like a clockwork gear.

The sonar locked on the target, and the torpedo cabin began to store water, and then a thick black torpedo was launched from the torpedo cabin, like a hidden underwater harpoon, stabbing at the unsuspecting cargo ship.

This is a battle without any suspense, and the opponent doesn't even have the means to discover them.

They fired a total of three torpedoes, all of which hit their targets without exception.

Watching the explosive flames and the steel slowly sinking into the water, everyone on the bridge did not celebrate.

The target being sunk was not a warship after all, so even if you won, there was nothing to celebrate.

That doesn't mean they have any regrets about taking part in the operation, though.

No matter what form or reason, since you have participated in this war, you must be prepared to pay the corresponding price.

Just like them standing here.

They knew exactly what they were facing, and what would happen if they were targeted by the opponent's warship...

After confirming that the target had sunk, the captain immediately issued an order to dive.

With the cooperation of various units, the submarine quickly sank to the bottom of the sea, as if it had never appeared before.

At the same time, in the sea area more than ten kilometers away, a cargo ship full of immigrants was on board.

Arman, who was standing on the deck, was stunned together with the crew beside him when he heard the loud explosion.

……what happened?

Listening to the boss's question, the captain standing next to Yarman frowned, and said in an uncertain tone after a while.

Three explosions... probably torpedoes.

You can hear this? Yarman gave him a surprise look, but he didn't expect this guy to have this ability.

Otherwise, could it be made by a different species? The captain made a helpless expression and shrugged his shoulders.

Seeing the boss looking worried, he whispered a word of advice.

It's best for us not to get involved in this matter... You should have a deep understanding, it's definitely not good to work for those big shots.

Yarman naturally understood what he meant, but finally said with a sigh.

...The teachings of the Silver Moon Sect, people who fell into the water cannot be left to die, no matter what, I have to go to see if there are still people alive. Of course, I will not ask you to accompany me on the adventure, I just want to Just bring a few people who want to go with me.

If anyone is still alive, they need to be fished out before they are targeted by the alien species in the sea.

Guessing what the boss would say, the captain made a helpless expression and said with a sigh.

I'm even more worried about letting you go alone. I'll take a few people to go with you.

Without a long delay, several diesel-powered lifeboats were lowered from the boat and galloped towards the water area where the explosion occurred.

When they arrived at the destination, the raised bow had basically sunk into the water, leaving only some wreckage and garbage, floating in the sea mixed with sporadic burning fuel oil.

Yarman didn't know what the three sinking cargo ships were carrying, but fortunately there was no secondary explosion.

After discovering the survivors who fell into the water, he immediately called the crew to drag them into the lifeboat, and then left the dangerous waters before the fire spread...

The Southern Legion wants to limit the war to Borneo, and the Western Legion wants to hide behind the scenes and make a fortune. However, things cannot always develop in the direction they expected.

Just like the messy train station and warehouse area in Xifan Port, and the tanks that were blown up on the central plain of Shizhou, the three transport ships that sank to the bottom of the sea and the munitions worth tens of millions of dinars only Just the beginning.

At the same time that Yarman rescued the compatriots who fell into the water back on board, the team of five ten thousand people led by Mr. Ryan Wan finally pushed them murderously to Redpur County, only one step away from Lion City.

There are a few hills on the whole plain in the local area, and several tributaries of the Yongliu River system traverse this place and merge into a freshwater lake named Sunrise Lake.

Like Surak County, this Li County also belongs to the territory of a nobleman with a big surname, but this Viscount Ridboul is not as lucky as Viscount Surak.

As early as during the Rebellion of Heavenly Kings, he was tied up and beheaded by a group of rebellious serfs and tenants. The whole family was killed and only a few distant males remained.

Later, Janush died, and the Heavenly King's army changed its flag and became Borneo. His family's bloodline was not cut off, and some land and family property were sold, so that the farmland all over the mountains and plains was not abandoned.

However, the good times did not last long.

Seeing that the seedlings in the field were finally about to grow, the Southern Army came again.

In order to defend the Lion City, Mr. Yudonovan waved his hand and filled an army of 200,000 to 100,000.

These big soldiers repaired fortifications and dug trenches, and filled in the crops that had finally sprouted, ruining most of the crops in the field.

Although it is said that compensation will be given, it is Borneo coins. No one knows what the use of this thing is, and they don't even know how many days this Borneo country can exist.

However, Little Ridboule, who inherited the title, is a person who knows the overall situation. He didn't dare to sing against the tune at this time, and even led a group of servants to offer help to these big soldiers.

On the contrary, some free citizens who got the land were quite dissatisfied, but they just endured it wisely.

I heard that the people of the legion gave Dinar compensation, but this Absek searched for his own people, and dismissed them with a few scraps of paper.

However, the voices of complaints are only a minority after all, at least at the moment most people still agree with Absek.

Especially those in the military.

That guy is not a nice guy.

Cunning, petty bourgeois, indecisive...all negative descriptions can be applied to him, but there is only one thing that has to be admitted, he is more like a normal person than Nush.

That's actually pretty good -- even hard to come by.

Borneo has never lacked capable people, but the strange thing is that there are few normal people standing on the top of the tower.

Under this unanimous unity, criss-cross tunnels quickly covered the mountains and fields of Ridpur County.

There are also those caves with only entrances and no exits.

Soldiers with weapons and dry food got in without hesitation, ready to fill them with their own flesh and blood first.

At the same time, the second batch of supplies aided by the Alliance also arrived at the front line.

Among the new equipment sent to the front line, in addition to RPG rocket launchers and recoilless guns, there are also some powerful metal hydrogen explosives and landmines.

Especially the latter, as long as it is used properly, it is enough to pose a threat to the Legion's Conqueror 10 tank!

At least, they won't let the legion take down Lion City behind them easily.

...

In Lion City.

Chief Yudonovan was staring at the map on the command table, with a burning cigarette in his index finger, and his brows were full of sadness.

He used to be a subordinate of the heavenly king Janusz, and later Janusch sent troops to attack Tiandu, so he was left behind in Lion City, or left to the legion to vent anger.

At that time, Yudono thought he was going to die, but he didn't expect that before the army had time to fight, Janusz went one step ahead and was assassinated by the reformist officers in the main hall of Tiandu Palace.

Later, Absek teamed up with several other heavenly kings to cleanse Janush's old ministry, and changed the flag of Borneo to the heavenly king's army. And he himself followed the general trend, took refuge in the new government with his subordinates, and was promoted because of it.

Although this promotion seemed to him basically the same as sending him to his death, as Janusz's old department, he didn't have much choice.

In the matter of surrendering the certificate, Borneo and the Heavenly King Army are in the same line, and he also has his own certificate to submit, and only when he submits it can he be regarded as his own.

And the task that Absek entrusted to him right now was to lead the 200,000 troops stationed in Shizhou to stop the Southern Army's offensive.

This is almost an impossible task.

...The armored troops of the alliance are coming towards us, and they are said to be one of the elite troops of the alliance. However, they are not many in number, only the strength of one regiment.

In addition, there are two armored regiments sent by the Tiger Army and the Black Panther Army, as well as a mechanized infantry division from King Gallon Port...they have arrived at the south side of Ridpur County.

Standing next to the command table, an officer in his early twenties was speaking quickly, but the good news did not completely relax Yudorno's brows.

Three regiments can barely make up a division.

There is no need to worry about the armored regiments of the Alliance, but it is still unknown how much combat effectiveness the armored regiments of the Black Panther Army and Tiger Army can have.

Those people may not be willing to do their best.

The mechanized infantry division in Port Jingalun should listen to the alliance, and it is estimated that they will not be able to command.

After staring at the map for a long time, Udono sighed and said.

It's unreliable to rely on outsiders. In the end, you still have to rely on yourself...

Gathering his mind, he turned his attention to the officers standing in front of the command table.

No matter how you say it, we have 200,000 troops in our hands, and only 50,000 Weilante people... This battle is our home field, and we will defend it even if we die!

Mammoth Kingdom's idea is good, but Lion State is not a dog state after all. The million residents of Lion City are right behind them. Even if they want to retreat, they have nowhere to retreat. This battle cannot be avoided after all.

Reading the determination in the officer's eyes, all the officers standing in front of the command table looked serious, and pressed their right fists to their left chests one after another.

yes!