This Game Is Too Realistic

In a sunny harbour, a tall cargo ship is quietly docked beside the pier.

And in the cabin of the cargo ship, an unconscious man was lying on his back on the bed.

Maybe it was disturbed by the quack sound of seagulls outside the window, the slits of the closed eyes suddenly twitched, and then opened with a violent cough.

Ahem——!

Seeing the man coughing suddenly, the doctor put away the stethoscope in his hand, and said to Arman who was sitting beside him.

It doesn't seem to be a serious problem, just rest for a while and it will be fine.

Alman breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the doctor and said sincerely.

Thanks.

You're welcome, this is my job.

The doctor nodded slightly, and got up from the chair as if he didn't want to talk more.

He is a native of King Gallon Port, in other words, a Bornean, and he treats the Willant people purely out of professional ethics that cannot be ignored.

If it wasn't for this, he wouldn't want to say a word to the person in front of him.

Although the survivors of Borneo Province once worshiped these big noses as gods, that is already a thing of the past. At least in Port Gum Gallon, the Willanters have lost their aura.

Arman sent him out of the door, and turned back after a while, looking at the compatriot who had already sat up on the bed and said.

You feel better?

Henk nodded blankly, stared at him for a while as if he didn't understand the situation, and then looked beyond the small and damp room to the window.

In the distance is a beautiful harbor, those patchwork marble buildings, and the fountain statues standing in the harbor square. Every scene reminds him of the spiritual hometown that he hasn't returned to for a long time - Triumph City.

Those things seem to have been copied from Triumph City.

In addition to those marble buildings, another row of boxy concrete buildings and buildings with red bricks and bright tiles carried a different style that he had never seen before.

What is even more impressive is the bustling streets and the busy scene, even compared with the most prosperous port in the New World.

At this moment, a bird with white feathers flapped its wings and landed on the windowsill, pecked at its own armpit, and then stared at him foolishly.

Looking at those clear and stupid eyes, the urge to feed it French fries suddenly appeared in his head...

This should be the seagull.

But then again, what are french fries?

Seeing that he didn't say anything for a long time, the seagull flew away realistically.

Looking at the feather that fell on the window sill, Henk finally came to his senses and realized that he hadn't answered the savior's question, so he hurriedly said in embarrassment.

I'm much better, thank you for saving my life... By the way, my name is Henk, from the New World, where is this place?

Looking at Henk who was embarrassed and introducing himself, Yarman didn't care, just smiled gently and said.

My name is Yarman, this is King Gallon Port, we need to purchase some supplies here, and at the same time see if there are any people who want to board the ship. In addition, other people who were rescued with you have landed here , you were the last to wake up.

Henke didn't realize where it was at first, but he just thought the word was familiar.

But then he remembered the joke that a certain sailor had made with him before boarding the ship, saying that he should never go to Jin Gallon Port, which is the territory of the locals in Borneo Province, and their noses were cut off when they were arrested.

Henk's face paled for a moment.

He wasn't worried that the rumors were true, after all, it would be difficult for anyone seeing this bustling port to connect the locals with the aborigines.

But he is an arms dealer after all, and he still delivers arms to the enemies of the locals.

Even if he didn't have his nose cut off, he would probably be in jail.

Looking at the suddenly pale Henk, Arman probably already guessed something in his heart, and even saw himself from that disturbed face.

Most people who think they can stay out of it are actually already in it.

People who fantasize about being able to fish in muddy water are actually soaking in that muddy pool without realizing it.

A momentary fluke is just a matter of time.

He almost lost everything because of a promise that could not be kept at all.

However, Yarman didn't say anything, but asked with concern.

Do you feel uncomfortable?

No... Henke smiled awkwardly, his face was pale, he looked out of the window again, his Adam's apple moved and said, Can I... can I not get off the boat?

There was a hint of pleading in his voice.

Yarman nodded and said in a gentle tone.

Of course, but it may take some time for us to return to Xifan Port. You have to stay on the ship for a month or two.

It doesn't matter!

Henke breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately said, Just let me follow you... I can help with something.

Alman said with a smile.

Heal your injury first, and we'll talk about this when you can get out of bed and walk around.

Reassured, Henk looked at him and asked.

Speaking of which, what business do you do?

Alman thought for a while and said.

I don't know how to describe my business, but my partner said I was a snakehead.

Snake... head?

Looking at the dazed Henk, Arman nodded and explained concisely.

Pull the survivors here to the southern coast of Haiya Province, where there are several alliance settlements, it's as simple as that.

This sounds like a slave trade, but instead of collecting money from the slave owner, it collects money from... slaves?

But where do slaves get their money?

Henk was puzzled and asked with a puzzled look.

How much can those natives give you?

Arman didn't hide anything, and told him frankly.

Of course they can't pay now, but they can owe it first. We will help them go to their new homes, help them settle in the local area, help them find jobs, and then take part of their future wages to repay them before boarding the ship. Debt owed.”

Can you still play like this? !

Hunk was shocked.

Your business model is great!

If the ticket is written as 1 million dinars, wouldn't it be possible to squeeze a person's wool to death?

Knowing that he must have missed something, and even guessed what he was thinking about, Yarman just smiled lightly and did not explain.

Debt cannot increase indefinitely, and the league's legal and regulatory agencies are not fools.

But this is too troublesome to explain, including what he is doing now, it seems that he is just transporting people there, but in fact there is a whole set of necessary processes behind it.

...It's okay. Although it can't compare with arms trading, it is better than safety. The people of the Southern Legion ignored us. The population of Xifan Port is too much for them, and they don't need so many people. The alliance's People will take care of us more or less when they see us, and they are engaged in large-scale projects in the southern waters, which is a time when there is a shortage of manpower.

As soon as Henk heard about the munitions, Henk felt a pain in his heart. The cargo of the three ships was worth at least 30 million dinars, not to mention the money of the three ships.

Although he had insured both the cargo and the ship, it was sunk by a torpedo... and he was not sure whether this was covered by the compensation.

And the most terrible thing is that if this war continues and more and more insured ships are bombed and sunk, the insurance company may have to go bankrupt on the spot.

When he returns to the New World, it's hard to say whether the company he insured is still there.

Henk has given up any hope of ever getting the money back.

Right now, I can only take one step at a time...

...

Just when a certain unlucky arms dealer planned to follow Yarman's fleet to try his luck on the territory of the alliance, a battle of unprecedented scale finally broke out on the land of Borneo Province.

The 300,000-man team of the Southern Army took the lead in attacking the west side of Ridpur County, and exchanged fire with the 3rd, 40, and 50,000-man teams stationed in the local Borneo on the west side of Sunrise Lake.

Before arriving in Ridbull County, the 300,000-man team of the Southern Army had already destroyed a thousand-man armored team. The gap in strength between the two sides was huge.

Especially before the Southern Army sent troops, the commander of the Lion State Theater in Borneo ordered to dig a large number of tunnels and rat holes in Ridpur County.

If the 300,000th team of the Southern Army chooses to attack, even if they still have two-thirds of the tanks and a large number of armored personnel carriers left, they still have to pay a big price.

However, in theory it is.

When the airship of the Southern Army arrived at the front line, the advantage of the Borneo Army was suddenly gone.

The rain of bullets covering the sky and the sun is like migratory locusts.

As if to show off their firepower, the Wilantes even equipped the indirect fire shells with tracers.

hidden!!!

Seeing the approaching death, the Centurion of Borneo lying on the battlefield let out a desperate roar.

The soldiers crawling in the foxholes pressed their foreheads against the soil, clenched their fists or held tokens of family members, and prayed silently in their hearts.

The whistling bullet rain was approaching.

The shells exploded before they reached the ground, and scattered into more fragmented and dense rain of light, covering every inch of soil in the position without distinction.

The flames of the explosion plowed through the position, burning the gravel and rubble, and lifted the dust from the ground to the sky.

The slightest trace of smoke rose upwards, and the noisy land suddenly became silent.

That's a cluster bomb.

The place washed by that thing wouldn't even have a piece of living grass left, let alone a living person...

Inside the command vehicle tens of kilometers away.

Ryan, captain of the 300,000th Army and commander of the Eastern Front, stared at the image on the holographic screen with a sinking expression.

That was the picture taken by the Airship Bugle.

On the land that had been plowed by artillery fire, not even a single human figure could be found, not even a complete body.

However, not long after, another moving human head appeared in the corner of the screen.

Seeing this scene, Ryan's eyes not only narrowed slightly.

He washed the Borneo army positions over and over again, but the Borneo soldiers filled them in wave after wave like endless locusts.

He was about to order another round of barrage coverage when the communicator hanging on his shoulder suddenly vibrated twice.

Ryan reached out and pressed the communicator, and soon the annoying voice came from the other end of the communication channel.

...Dear Commander, although I don't want to disturb your mood, I still have to remind you that one-third of our ammunition has been consumed.

The man who spoke was the Captain of the Horn, a Captain of Ten Thousands from Arvent.

Ryan frowned, looking displeased.

Didn't we purchase a batch of ammunition from the Western Legion?

Captain of the Horn: That's right... but the news I received here is that only four of the ten transport ships that were originally scheduled to arrive yesterday arrived.

Ryan: ...what do you mean?

Captain of the Horn: You should be able to guess it. It's obviously the people of the alliance. It is said that their submarines are attacking the transport ships of our allies, although they quibble that Laken did it. At present, our supply situation is not bad. Good, but no one can say what will happen next, we’d better save a little bit... What do you think?

Due to command issues, the relationship between the Air Force and the Army was not harmonious.

This situation not only happens to the Eastern Legion, but also to the other three legions.

Even if two people belong to the same faction and have the same philosophy of conduct, it does not mean that they are true brothers.

Even if the neck is twisted to the right at the same time, there will always be one more right and one less right.

The Captain of the Horn's voice had a hint of joking, but Ryan's face completely darkened.

This alliance is really vicious.

I didn't dare to confront them head-on, but I actually picked those transport ships to attack!

...Do you want to continue?

Listening to the voice coming from the communication channel, Ryan thought for a moment and gave the order.

Fire one round of white phosphorus bombs over there, and I'll leave the rest to the infantry.

The captain of the Horn answered quickly.

receive.

Shortly after the order was issued, there was a muffled sound like rolling thunder from below the low clouds.

The flames wrapped in thick smoke were like an avalanche falling from the mountain top, rushing towards the position where the steam was rising with overwhelming force.

The Borneo soldiers who came up with reinforcements from the rear had just filled the trenches with their front feet, and then they were showered with a boiling rain of fire.

No matter how hard you fight, the flame cannot be extinguished.

And even if you get even a little bit of it, it may turn into a flaming ball of fire.

Ahhh!

My arm—!

Screams came one after another, and the trenches were filled with the smell of roasting flesh and blood. It was like hell.

Some soldiers who were set on fire could not bear the severe pain and could only ask their comrades to give them a good pleasure, or put the muzzle of the gun against their chin and do it themselves.

And this is just the beginning.

The destructive power of white phosphorus bombs is not all in the flames, the poisonous gas produced by combustion is also deadly.

For Borneo soldiers who lacked gas masks, they could only bury their faces in the soil and try to use the soft soil to filter the poisonous gas.

However, this homespun method is not always effective, and the poisonous gas released by the white phosphorus bombs still causes huge casualties.

Looking at the burnt black bodies or distorted faces, the soldiers squatting in the trenches gritted their teeth, and their wide eyes were filled with hatred and anger.

They no longer care whether they can go back alive.

They just want to avenge those dead comrades and return all the pain to those Willant people.

Not just the soldiers on the front line, but also the officers standing behind them.

Facing an intermittent radio station, Maitar, the captain of the 30,000-man regiment of Borneo, squatting in the shell-proof cave, felt as painful as bleeding.

In just one hour.

He has filled three thousand-man troops towards the front line, and they haven't even seen the shadow of the Wilantes!

This is simply exchanging the lives of his brothers for the cannonballs of the Wilantes!

Fortunately, the Vaillant's shells are not unlimited, and the burning rain of fire seems to be the final madness.

After most of the flames and smoke dissipated, a thousand-man team belonging to the Southern Army was quickly pushed to the front line.

The soldiers were roughly the same height and build, and everything from their military uniforms to the distortion of their facial muscles were surprisingly the same.

Their weapons were all Ripper rifles, and the bayonets hanging under the muzzles exuded a cold light.

Looking at the murderous troops, the Borneo soldiers squatting in the trenches all swallowed their saliva in unison.

That's Legion's Clone Troopers!

It is said that those guys who are not afraid of death are like hyenas. Even if their intestines fall out, they can fight endlessly with their opponents.

Although I heard from brothers in the alliance, those clones were somewhat disabled and their physical fitness was not high.

However, these Borneo soldiers were surprised to find that these disabled guys were stronger than themselves.

At least they have some meat hanging on their bones.

...Damn it, our food and clothes are not as good as these clones. The soldier with a bandage on his head couldn't help cursing, his eyes were both envious and angry.

The comrade lying next to him grinned and said in a half-joking tone.

It doesn't matter. My pension has been sent home. My cub will definitely grow stronger than them in the future.

I heard that your one is seven and a half pounds? The old guy on the side interrupted, with an expression that had never seen the world, It's true or not!

The soldier grinned, with a little pride on his proud face.

How can it be false? I weighed it myself! That boy will definitely be taller than me in the future.

The old guy was even more envious and couldn't help but ask.

What can you eat to give birth to such a big child?

The soldier glanced sideways at him and said with a smile.

You old guy is so old that you are about to be buried in the ground. Why are you asking?

The old man's face froze, he glared at him and said.

Can I use it for my son?

That all caused a burst of laughter. Many old people in the team remembered that this guy said that he had no son.

It doesn't matter what you eat, as long as you don't eat dirt, you can grow into a human.

Putting the LD-47j light machine gun with a broken bracket on the trench, the machine gunner who was blinded by one eye took a deep breath, and then stuck his scorched face on the black stock of the gun.

Abu Sek said that we don't need to eat soil in the future, and our descendants don't need it anymore. I hope that dog will keep his word... Otherwise, even if I am a ghost, I won't let him go!

His life is handed over to that guy.

He had no other demands, but hoped that the things Absek had promised were not empty words.

Seeing the big soldiers making jokes, the centurion on the side reprimanded in a low voice.

Don't interrupt, keep an eye on the front of you, those big noses are about to attack!

Ooooh! The young man with the bandage on his head yelled excitedly after loading the rifle in his hand, Let these dogs come here!

Like someone once said, they have nothing left to lose.

With a sharp whistle, the tranquility before the storm was completely torn apart.

The centurion marching on one side of the team drew out the saber in his hand and blew the short whistle in his mouth.

Shhh!

The loud whistle sounded like a command arrow, across the entire battlefield.

The clone troopers marched in unison, raised their rifles and bayonets almost at the same time, and rushed towards the smoky battlefield under the leadership of the captain.

Kill!!!

The sound of shouting and killing was earth-shattering!

The roaring clones charging forward were like wolves that had turned into human forms.

The bayonets pointing straight ahead are their fangs, they are like chewers who can speak human language!

The centurion who let out his short whistle still held up the saber in his hand, roaring with that rough voice.

dash forward!!

Use your rifles, your bayonets, your fists, your teeth and your nails, everything you can! Let your prey stop that foul breath!

You are the bravest fighters! Those weak rats are vulnerable in front of you—!

That fanatical roar boosted the morale of all the clones.

For them who were born in the dueling field, the man with the rough voice was their father.

But their father had obviously deceived them, and the group of weak mice was not vulnerable.

The moment they approached 200 meters, the centurion of Borneo who was lying in the trench also blew the short whistle in his mouth, raised his pistol and fired a shot forward.

Call me!!!

Unable to suppress the anger in their hearts for a long time, the soldiers crawling on the edge of the trench pulled the triggers in their hands one after another.

Sudden gunshots resounded across the battlefield, and orange-yellow tracers danced wantonly, outlining the trajectory of the death scythe on the battlefield full of corpses.

Clone soldiers were continuously pressed to the ground by machine guns, and among them, there were many Willant commanders who fell to the ground and died.

The same goes for the Borneo soldiers lying in the trenches.

The back of the LD-47j machine gun that lacked a bracket has been replaced by two shooters. At this moment, the man holding it has changed from a child's father to a thirteen-year-old boy.

And the guy with a bandage on his forehead, shouting to let the horse come over, was shot in the head early, and fell to the ground without saying a word.

There is also the man whose son is said to weigh 7 and a half catties.

The old guy who always quarreled with him didn't pry out the secret formula of making big fat boys out of his mouth until his death.

However, he can't use it anymore.

Soon a centurion was wiped out, and then another centurion filled in.

Then there are thousands of people, and even ten thousand people!

The crooked battle line was like the teeth of a giant beast, draining the flesh and blood involved.

That hundred kilograms of weight should have become the backbone of each family, but it was as light as a feather on the tens of kilometers wide front.

It wasn't just the Borneos who were bleeding, but also the Villantes who charged across the land plowed by gunfire.

Although the clones listed on the logistics list are not counted in the establishment of the five ten thousand troops, not even the livestock, and the casualties will not be recorded as casualties, but every ten or twelve clone soldiers , After all, it will be accompanied by a Willant ten captain to charge together.

In just one morning, the 300,000th team of the Southern Army defeated the three Borneo teams of 10,000 people guarding the hills on the west bank of Sunrise Lake in one fell swoop, and advanced the front line by a full ten kilometers!

Captain Metalwan was unwilling to retreat, so he personally led the thousand-man team directly under him to cover the retreat of the friendly troops. Unfortunately, he was shot and killed while blocking the assault of the Southern Army's machine-paced thousand-man team.

So far, the 30,000th team in Borneo was wiped out by the establishment!

More than 12,000 soldiers and officers were almost lost, and no one survived!

The 4th and 5,000th teams both suffered more than half of their casualties and were forced to move to the rear.

On the other hand, the 300,000th team of the Southern Army had only 300 casualties.

After the painful loss of an armored thousand-man team, Captain Ryan finally got his wish and regained the lost face on the frontal battlefield.

Even if he paid nearly 20,000 clone cannon fodder and tens of thousands of shells for this.

The western part of Redpur County fell completely, and a fist of the Southern Legion had already pinched the neck of the old lion in Lion City.

The 31st and 320,000 teams are entering the battlefield from the southwest and northwest respectively.

And following them to the front line, there is an armored train full of ammunition and weapons, and a 902mm heavy gun with both deterrence and power!

The alliance's fearless air strikes made the Southern Army's logistics troops frightened, and they only dared to operate below the airspace dominated by armored airships.

But if they think that all dangers come from heaven, they are very wrong.

In the southeast of Li County, billowing wolf smoke is galloping across the endless wilderness.

Under the cover of 62 Chimera armored vehicles, an attack formation formed by 93 No. 3 heavy tanks is rushing towards the army's southern front.

Their goal is the 340,000th team of the Southern Army.

According to the information collected by Pangolin during Xifan Port, it was a reserve team.

As long as they can penetrate the 340,000th team, they will be able to touch Mrs. Ryan's chrysanthemum!

Players of the Skeleton Corps have been looking forward to this upcoming battle for too long.

Especially after seeing the brothers of the Burning Legion on the forum pretending to be bullies, one or two of them have been gearing up for a long time and wished they could rub their hands to pieces.

A group of airborne infantry can blow up the armored regiment on the opposite side. If they are professionals like them, can't they beat those big noses out of shit?

Moreover, it is not just their army that will participate in this battle!

After five days of waiting, the good brothers of the Goblin Corps returned to the front line on the Overlord transport plane, and their cars were also driven by the pilots of Jin Gallon Port to the airport outside Tiandu.

In addition, the Luo Yu brothers who are driving the Thunder fighter will also participate in this battle.

They have no reason to lose!

On the turret of the No. 3 tank, the mole protruded halfway, holding the communicator, roaring vigorously.

Bros!

The 340,000th team of the Southern Army is only 20 kilometers away from us!

It's time for them to see what a real steel torrent looks like!

Almost as soon as his words fell, roars of excitement came from the communication channel.

Aww!!