This Game Is Too Realistic

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Mole on the run in the canyon: ...cough! Brothers, did the server shut down for maintenance just now?

Quit smoking: ???

Tail: 0ω0?

Paddle on the edge: What??

Fang Chang: Usually, we call this situation the resurrection CD.

Makabazi: Hahahaha! Laugh to death!

Spring Commander: Brother, can you do it? (funny)

I'm the darkest: It's really impossible, let's replace it. (Show teeth)

Mole on the run in the canyon: Roll, people miss, horses stumble... MMP! What a bad luck!

Fang Chang: It's true that everyone has bad luck. At least our Mole brothers' teammates are still online, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

Ye Shi: Is it my illusion? Why do I feel that similar conversations have happened before. (Funny)

Irena: You should ask, someday a conversation like this doesn't happen. (funny)

Elven King Fugui: This game is too real. (Funny)

Mole on the run in the canyon: Damn it, why did you two come down?!

Irena: Isn't this here to laugh at you, I'll go back right away. (Funny)

Elven King Fugui: Leader, go all the way! (Funny)

Canyon Mole on the Run: @#\u0026amp;amp;amp; @!

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Facts have proved that although you will not be struck by lightning if you pretend to be aggressive, you will definitely have problems if you underestimate the enemy carelessly.

Although the 340,000th team of the Southern Army was only a mechanized infantry division and was not very lucky, it was caught off guard, but it was not a soft persimmon that could be kneaded at will as Mole imagined.

It can even be said that compared to the unskilled armored units used by the Southern Army, those mechanized infantry that cooperate with artillery attacks are their real trump cards!

The reserve team is just a strategic positioning, and it doesn't mean that the entire army is a rookie.

Time back to half an hour ago.

Since the bugle has been deployed to the front line, the 300,000th team led by Mr. Ryan himself is moving forward. The 340,000th team can only rely on its own reconnaissance centurion and regular cruising reconnaissance planes to find the enemy.

In fact, the war has progressed to the current situation, and there is no suspense in capturing Lion City. Almost no one in the Southern Legion doubted that they would take the entire Lion State before the end of the month, and force the Borneo State to sign an armistice agreement, and then concentrate on dealing with the Mammoth State occupying the three northern states.

Under such circumstances, the 340,000th team naturally did not worry about the possibility of any counterattack by the Borneo army, and the main task of the reconnaissance force was to search for those annoying tunnels and rat holes.

However, it was a coincidence that when they buried their heads in playing hamsters, they bumped into the Skeleton Corps rushing to the south of Ridboor County.

The two sides came into contact on a gentle slope where forest meets farmland.

The 340,000th Regiment of the Confederates immediately paid the price for their underestimation.

These ten unlucky Greyhound reconnaissance vehicles had almost just discovered the rushing torrent of steel, and their armor was blown away by the oncoming 155mm high-explosive bombs.

The reason why players choose to use high-explosive bombs instead of armor-piercing is mainly to prevent over-penetration.

With the thickness of the armor of the Greyhound reconnaissance vehicle, it is like paper in front of the Union's No. 3 tank. One shot can go through two holes, and the damage effect may not be as strong as a high-explosive shell.

The first time they contacted the enemy, they killed ten armored units of the opponent, and the morale of the players of the Skeleton Corps increased greatly!

Mole immediately ordered to continue to charge forward, intending to cooperate with the Air Force brothers of the Goblin Corps to eat up the entire division in one go.

However, the Willant people on the opposite side were not vegetarians either.

After being hit head-on with a sap, Gibson, the captain of the 340,000th team, immediately came back to his senses, and while calling for the support of the Air Force, he issued combat instructions.

Not only that, this guy also played a trick, splitting out two thousand-man squadrons, unloading the infantry and anti-tank equipment on the armored personnel carrier, and sending them into the skirmishers dug by the Borneo soldiers Holes and rat holes, and self-propelled artillery and light armor were deployed behind these foxholes.

I have to say, this trick is really useful.

Although those mouse holes are a bit narrow for the Willanters, they can still be hidden by squeezing them.

The killing surface of high-explosive bombs is mainly an upward fan-shaped surface, and the damage to targets below the horizontal surface is limited.

When the skeleton corps entered the sight of the stragglers, the Willant soldiers ambushing in the mouse hole immediately reported their position to the rear with radio communication equipment and called for long-range firepower.

Fifty-two Fire Crossbow self-propelled artillery launched a salvo first, and the dense rain of bullets rushed towards the 1st Battalion of the Skeleton Corps in an instant.

In fact, with the protection ability of the No. 3 tank, as long as it is not directly hit by a shell, it is not too afraid of long-range fire. And across such a long distance, using indirect firepower to hit tanks, the winning rate is comparable to scratching the lottery.

But as luck would have it, someone was so unlucky.

A 200mm hood armor-piercing grenade hit Brother Mole's car impartially, pierced through the fragile top cover, and gave him a middle blow.

From the moment the shell penetrated the armor to the moment it exploded, the whole process took less than a second, so that before the mole could recover, he was already offline.

At the same time, the air team that was scrambled from Xifan Port also rushed to the battlefield, rushing forward with a 100-kilogram aerial bomb.

Fortunately, the goblin corps that took off from Tiandu Airport also joined the battle at this time, so that the skeleton corps did not become meat on the chopping board.

200 Daggers fought against 200 Mosquitos.

And just as the fierce battle between the two sides was in full swing, four Thunder fighters that took off from Jin Gallon Port, and six Sabers that took off from Yongye Port also joined the battle one after another.

The former is the alliance's next-generation fighter, using advanced but unstable plasma propulsion.

The latter is an antique that has been used by the Legion for a century. Although it uses an old-fashioned jet engine, its technical content and casting process are basically close to the peak of the chemical power engine.

The reason why jet engines are used is not because of any path dependence

It's that the entire wasteland can force the legion to take out supersonic aircraft, except for the enterprise and only the alliance.

The missiles fired by this thing are much more expensive than propeller planes, and the cannon can't carry much ammunition. Not only the army of the legion doesn't like it, but the air force itself doesn't like it very much. They usually use it during military parades.

When he was in Luoxia Province before, Luo Yu had once piloted a Lingyun fighter jet to compete with this thing, and he barely won by combining with Xiao Yu.

But now whether it is him, Xiaoyu, or the aircraft of the alliance, they are no longer at the same level as before.

Don't say it's four vs. six, it's one vs. six! He also has the confidence to do it again in three days!

Holding the joystick with both hands, Luo Yu took a deep breath and sank his consciousness into the biological prosthesis.

Xiaoyu's fruiting bodies spread all over the cockpit.

Through these biomass sensors, he can even sense the airflow scraping the hatch and the vibration of the wingtips!

The whole plane seemed to be integrated with him!

His vision had already passed the clouds, as if he saw the heartbeat and breathing of the enemy pilot, and at this moment an air-to-air missile flew towards him close to the edge of the clouds.

Without the slightest fear, instead, a boiling fighting spirit was burning in his chest.

When fighting the Torch Church before, the opponent's flying unit didn't even have a speed of 200 yards.

Now I finally have a decent opponent!

Xiaoyu, get ready!

As the missile radar turned on, a light call came from the depths of the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

Eep!

Thick and long tracers fluttered up and down in the air, and occasionally one or two air-to-air missiles roared past, and from time to time, planes turned into fireballs and fell with parachutes.

That was mostly the parachutes of the Willanters.

The pilots of the goblin corps didn't need that thing, and the mosquitoes didn't even install it for themselves.

The battle in the sky gradually became fierce, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

At the same time, the battle on the ground continued.

Although Brother Mole received a lunch box at the beginning, the command system of the Skeleton Corps did not collapse because of this. Instead, the commanders of the cars behind laughed out loud.

Fuck, this bastard mole is really lucky.

How can this be hit?! Let's hang up!

The dog plans to adjust the difficulty.

The end of not doing business properly, was sanctioned.

There was a cheerful atmosphere in the communication channel, and many people hurriedly cursed while the mole was away.

However, the battle was still going on, and everyone didn't waste all their time chatting, and quickly returned their attention to the battlefield.

Even if it is to avenge Brother Mole, they have to show some real skills!

Irena quickly took over the command and shouted into the communication channel.

...Air defense company, have you seen anything in the near air? Like drones or something.

The communication channel quickly sent an answer.

No! Don't talk about drones, there isn't even a bird nearby.

The enemy's air force is still fighting with the brothers of the Goblin Corps, so they can't take care of it for the time being.

Irena nodded.

Very good... It seems that the opposite 'eye' and the radio station are hidden in front of us.

The two sides are in an encounter battle, and there is not much time to deploy in advance.

In such a short time, the 340,000th Corps was unlikely to have had time to deploy infantry on either flank of their advance.

In particular, there is a risk of exposing one's own artillery to enemy armor.

After guessing the opponent's deployment, Irena immediately made a judgment and issued a series of orders to the communication channel.

Attention the support company! Go to the location marked on the map and deploy yourself, waiting for the next instruction.

The first and second armored battalions circle to the left, the third armored battalion circles to the right, target enemy self-propelled artillery and light armored units, pay attention to the enemy's anti-tank weapons. The fifth mechanized infantry battalion covers the fourth battalion Keep pushing forward!

The battalion commanders: Got it!

After a pause, Irena continued to order.

Also, level the anti-aircraft artillery! Push your Falk up, if you see where someone is hiding, or there is a foxhole, sweep two shuttles first!

FK-1 Defender vehicle group: Received!

Following the order after order, the Skeleton Corps immediately changed its forward formation.

The troops serving as the vanguard changed from the No. 3 main battle tank to the Chimera armored vehicle, and the heavy armor scattered on the two wings rushed straight to the artillery position of the 340,000th team like two giant axes.

The Skeleton Corps' offensive did not fall into chaos because of the loss of the commander.

Rather, it is precisely because of the confidence that Even without himself, the Skeleton Corps can continue to fight that Mole dared to drive the command vehicle to the front line of the battlefield.

Each main battle tank is equipped with an offline operator who replaces the position of the correspondent and is responsible for transferring the offline deployment to the online for strategic deployment. The online communication is taken care of by the captain, who communicates with other crews in real time.

This is the experience they summed up during the battle of Luoxia.

Not to mention the absence of a commander, even if the entire reinforced regiment has been hit by strategic EMP weapons, the crews can also communicate in relatively real time.

After discovering the actions of the Union armored forces, Gibson, the captain of the 340,000th team, felt a bit tricky.

After being shelled, they did not rush to the infantry position in a hurry, but chose to bypass the frontal position from both sides.

Seeing that the air force was too late to be useful, and the enemy's armored forces were about to rush to his face, Gibson could only bite the bullet and order to retreat the deployed self-propelled artillery, and let the armored personnel carriers guarding nearby keep up.

As for the more than 3,000 soldiers who were left behind, they could only be hidden on the spot.

Anyway, in such a large area, it is quite difficult for the alliance to find them all, and it is unlikely to waste so much time looking for them.

Although Gibson did make a correct judgment from the standpoint of the commander, this also made the infantry who were left behind to ambush the tanks abandoned.

Without the support firepower and the cover of light armor, more than 3,000 stragglers scattered on the ground instantly became orphans.

After discovering the opponent's ceasefire, Irena immediately issued an order to the support company that had already been deployed, released the drone that guided the artillery fire, and fired three rounds of incendiary bombs one by one towards the area suspected of hiding enemy targets.

The raging fire was burning in the wilderness. Although the fire was not big, it had a miraculous effect on the Willant soldiers hiding in the cave.

Their burly physiques couldn't do anything in the small hole, and the flames had exhausted the oxygen on the ground. Some people crawled out unbearably, and some were suffocated to death in the hole.

Seeing that the fire was almost over, Irena immediately yelled Get out of the car, and then got out of the car with more than 300 brothers from the Fourth Battalion. Cooperating with the Chimera armored vehicle, they searched forward in groups of three.

Since the Fire Fighting War, the mechanized infantry of the Skeleton Corps have all been replaced with the five-style light exoskeleton with both mobility and defense.

Cooperating with the battlefield guidance system of the helmet, they only need to look towards the place where there is a suspected person, and the sensor that recognizes the iris can immediately synchronize their sight with the gunner on the armored vehicle behind, and the latter will judge whether it is necessary to take a shuttle. .

Not long after everyone got out of the car, they were immediately blocked by Weilante stragglers.

The bullets fired were like raindrops flying across the sky, making a swishing sound in the air.

Short body dodged a barrage of bullets, Irena immediately picked up the LD-47 assault rifle and swept back.

The 7mm full-power bullet directly shot through the helmet, and the Willant who was lying in the foxhole had no time to let out a muffled groan, and his head instantly scattered red and white like a smashed watermelon.

The man was like a potato stuck in the ground, his shoulder got stuck at the entrance of the foxhole, and he didn't fall back, leaving half of his body on the ground.

The death of his teammates did not frighten the remaining Willanters, but aroused their blood.

Gunshots were fired one after another in the field, and the ferocious firepower suppressed Irena's team behind the armored vehicle.

However, no matter how fierce the firepower is, it is sprayed from a small water pipe, and it cannot compare with the 37mm gun of the Chimera armored vehicle.

Three o'clock direction! Hit me hard with high-explosive bombs! Let's keep an eye on the tube!

Irena hammered the car door twice with her fist, then put the rifle on the side of the front armor of the armored vehicle, aimed at a guy who climbed out of the foxhole with an anti-tank rocket launcher on his back, and pulled the trigger.

With a few short gunshots, the guy fell to the ground before he had time to reload.

The enemy commander obviously ignored the size of these foxholes, as well as the size of his own soldiers and equipment.

The Borneans could stand in these foxholes and play RPGs, but the Wilanters could barely get in, let alone reload the anti-tank bazooka, and had to climb out to operate it.

Perhaps it would be better to replace it with the cheap and disposable Iron Fist bazooka.

Anyway, against lightly armored targets, armor-piercing shells with more or less penetration are the same.

The anti-tank infantry was easily dealt with by Irena, and the Chimera armored vehicles used by his team as a cover also concentrated on dealing with the soft targets fired with rifles.

The 37mm gun fired bang bang bang bang bang bang, and the shell casings slammed on the turret and hull of the armored vehicle. In just a few breaths, most of the Weilant infantry who stood in front of them were killed or injured.

And just as the Chimera armored vehicle continued to output firepower, the FK-1 Defender who was not far behind the group of people also pressed forward.

The 20mm red dot rapid-fire gun designed based on the destroyer's near-anti-aircraft gun pointed at the muddy black land ahead, and suddenly let out a series of shrieks like a tearing machine.

The dense rain of bullets is like a raging storm, covering the rows of foxholes in front with a destructive force, wishing that even the ground was overturned, knocking down 6% of the entire vehicle in just a few minutes the quality of.

Although this electromagnetically accelerated light-weight bullet has low armor-piercing ability, it unexpectedly produced miraculous effects when dealing with soft soil.

Where the fragments of the high-explosive shells could not penetrate, these directional metal balls penetrated easily, and even pierced those foxholes.

The breakthrough on the opposite side was silent for a moment. Irena fired a few shots tentatively, and after finding no response, she led Lao Wang and another brother forward to touch it.

When he walked to the nearest foxhole, he found that the entire hole had been buried by the collapsed soil, and the mound that covered it was still covered with tiny holes like honeycombs.

Mom...this is so miserable.

Clicking her tongue, Irena overcame the discomfort in her heart, took off the engineering shovel hanging from the exoskeleton, dug open the buried foxhole, and took a photo of the hole.

It's not his bad taste.

Confirming the damage effect of the weapon is also part of the combat mission. After all, this is the first time the FK-1 Defender has been put on the battlefield.

Looking at the bloody mud, even Lao Wang, who had seen hell too much, felt his stomach churn and couldn't help but complain.

...I can't even pick up equipment here.

There are no versions, so I won't be able to use them.

Since the development of the alliance industry, they have rarely used captured equipment.

Those things are generally given to newcomers to make a transition, or sold to interested wastelanders, or given to Jushi military research.

Irena recited Amitabha silently, and buried it back in the blood pit.

It's too awful.

This game is always superfluous in inexplicable places, no wonder Ah Guang doesn't let children in.

If brothers Ye Ao saw this, wouldn't they be scared to pee on the spot?

On the other side, the battle in the sky seems to have come to an end.

The Third Air Force of the Southern Legion gradually declined. Even the ace pilot who claimed to have shot down ten Alliance planes in the Battle of the Port Defense was defeated, and became the one who wrote in the cockpit of Fengqing Positive Air Force A horizontal line of the word.

Luo Yu's side also had a remarkable record, and he shot down two of the six Sabre fighters.

Two more heads were taken by teammates.

Although the price is one for one, it's not a big problem!

The original advantage became a balance of power, and the only two remaining Sabres chose to retreat.

Luo Yu, who didn't have much ammunition, did not choose to continue the pursuit, but instead covered another injured friendly plane and headed back towards Jin Gallon Port.

In terms of acceleration, the plasma engine, which is still in its infancy, is indeed no match for the mature chemical engine, and its advantages mainly lie in endurance and stability.

After the battle in the air, Mosquito also did not pursue the retreating Third Air Force of the Southern Army, but took the remaining thirty-nine planes and pounced on the 340,000th Squadron, which was retreating towards the northern railway.

The ammunition on his plane hadn't been emptied yet, so it would be a pity to just go home like this.

Although he didn't bring aerial bombs with him this time, it didn't prevent him from using a 20mm cannon to cause a little trouble for the Wilanters who ran away with their tails between their legs.

Brothers! Don't worry about armored vehicles, aim at those transport vehicles!

Roaring into the communication channel, Mosquito pulled down the goggles worn on his head, and swooped up first with a strange cry.

As the firing trigger was pressed, two 20mm machine guns burst out fire snakes, smashing the front of an armored personnel carrier.

The Willant soldiers hiding in the rear compartment jumped out of the car in a hurry, and at the urging of the officer, they scattered and ran to the woods beside them.

The originally well-ordered convoy instantly became a mess. Some frustrated Willanters picked up the assault rifles and submachine guns in their hands and fired into the sky, but they didn't even catch the shadow of the plane.

Shoot me with a submachine gun? Are you crazy, hahaha—what the hell!?

There was a soft bang, and a bullet hole suddenly appeared on the glass of the cockpit.

The mosquito, who was pretending to be aggressive, was taken aback, and hurriedly pulled the joystick to pull the nose up.

Thirty-nine propeller planes swooped down toward the ground one after another, scrapping almost all transport vehicles that could move, and unloading the tires of those that could not move, leaving only some armored vehicles and light tanks that could not move. on the ground.

The brethren of the Skeleton Corps will take care of that stuff.

Those who emptied the last round of ammunition, the mission has been completed.

Just as Brother Mosquito led his brothers back towards Tiandu, the three armored battalions of the Skeleton Corps had already caught up with the rout of the 340,000th team.

The entire 10,000-strong team has almost been defeated.

Except for the fifty-two Fire Crossbow self-propelled artillery that escaped because the armor was hard enough, almost all the remaining soldiers were forced to disperse and hide in the mountains and woods because they lost their means of transportation.

It's a pity that the two mechanized infantry battalions brought by Lao Na didn't keep up, otherwise they might really be able to take over the entire division-level combat unit on the opposite side.

However, this pot can't be completely pinned on Lao Na's head.

After all, he didn't expect that those Willant people would be so stubborn that they wouldn't surrender even when they were orphans.

More than 3,000 big noses carried nearly half of the division's anti-tank equipment, hiding on the battlefield more than ten kilometers long and wide.

Even if he used up all the ammunition in the regiment, he might not be able to clean up the 3,000 skirmishers.

Few people are flawed.

The two battalions add up to only 600 people. It is simply a needle in a haystack if you want to search a front more than ten kilometers wide.

The most important thing is that their current position is already behind enemy lines, and once they stop, they are in danger of being surrounded.

The other party was obviously sure of this, and unless they were pointed at the head with a gun and dragged out of the hole by the neck, they would not surrender no matter how they shouted.

Irena couldn't help complaining in her heart, who the hell is a gopher?

Of course, it's impossible to ignore these people, and this army will definitely bite them when they retreat.

When Lao Na was in a dilemma, several horses suddenly came from a distance.

Hearing the sound of the horse's hooves, he subconsciously aimed his rifle at it, only to see the opponent raised his hand.

Brothers of the Alliance, don't shoot! Your own people!

After saying that, the man pulled the reins, turned over and got off the horse.

Irena stared at the man in civilian clothes, and lowered the muzzle of the gun in her hand.

Who are you?

The man blushed, with a respectful expression on his face, he straightened his back and gave a military salute.

Captain of the 110,000-thousand team of Borneo! Yokale!

Good guy.

Mr. Wan is in such a frontline place, you can resurrect in three days?

Irena glanced at him in surprise, and then at the soldiers behind him who dismounted together.

Where are your troops? Just a few?

Jocal spoke quickly.

Our troops are nearby. Chief Udono told me that my mission is to fight guerrillas in this area! I heard the gunshots just now, so I rode over here first, and my subordinates were still running behind. Ten minutes later It should be there in a few minutes.

The Borneo Army lacked vehicles, and most soldiers maneuvered on two legs.

When facing the legion's motorized troops, their reinforcement speed was far behind the speed of the opposite racing car. Often the corpses of friendly troops were cold, and they were still running on the road.

It is precisely because of this that the Southern Legion did not pay attention to the 200,000 troops at all.

Troops that cannot arrive on the battlefield on time are useless no matter how many they are.

Thinking about it, it was precisely because of such helplessness that the front-line commanders of Borneo simply let this army go to fight guerrillas.

Although Irena felt that with the communication level of a hundred of them sharing one radio station, it would probably not be long before the ten centurions below could find the centurion, but right now they really had no better way.

But at this moment, his heart moved, and he looked at the officer in front of him and asked.

How many of you are there?

Jokale said in a full-fledged manner.

In addition to us, there are ten thousand more! We can accept your command!

very good!

Irena patted him on the shoulder overjoyed, then glanced at the potato field behind her, and continued.

These big noses are hiding in the mouse hole and refuse to come out. We can't persuade them. You take your hands to find them. They have radios on them. Although they are on the same frequency band as the Southern Army, you have a code It can also be used to make do with it.”

Not just radios, but things like exoskeletons and bazookas.

Although he despises those things, the Borneo Army is not picky.

Sure enough, after hearing his words, Jocal immediately had an expression of surprise on his face, and said excitedly.

Don't worry, leave it to us! I promise to catch all of them!

Well, I'll leave it to you! Irena patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and reminded him, Remember to act quickly, it's hard to tell when their reinforcements will arrive, and you will go to Go to the south, anyway, it’s too late to go to Lion City.”

Leaving the thankful Yokal, Irena waited for the Borneo army to come and handed over this potato field to them.

If you don't surrender, don't surrender. He just thinks it's too troublesome to take the prisoners.

She silently prayed for those hooded young men from Willante, and then Lao Na led a group of brothers and escorted the hooded captives back to the car.

The logistics company will recover these captured prisoners and send them to the rear prisoner of war camp.

Attention the 4th Battalion, 5th Battalion, Support Company and Air Defense Company, target the railway to the north! Forward!

The sound of rolling wheels continued to move forward, piercing towards the buttocks of the Eastern Front troops of the Southern Army.

Unfortunately, however, partial victories did not reverse the situation of the entire battle.

Just when the Skeleton Corps and the 350,000th team along the return defense railway were engaged in a fierce exchange of fire around the armored train, the 300,000th team led by Mr. Ryan Wan had already penetrated the defense line in the northeast of Ridpur County. And kicked open the gate of Lion City.

Facing the combined attack of the three ten-thousand-man teams of the Southern Army and a steel airship, the six Borneo ten-thousand-man teams stationed outside the city were beaten to nowhere and could only retreat into the city to prepare for street fighting.

Udono has already evacuated some civilians, and some people ran away when they saw that something was wrong.

However, Lion City is a large settlement with a population of one million, and it is not so easy to vacate the people.

What's more, it is not only Absek who has fantasies about the Willanters?

Even after seeing the tragedy at Xifan Port, some Borneo people still feel that those dead Borneo people deserved it, and the Southern Legion's decisive killing is justifiable.

Hearing that the 340,000th team was defeated, Ryan was unexpectedly calm. He didn't even get angry at Chief Gibson who reported the news, but calmly made the deployment.

This war has gone to this point, even the most naive Willant people will not feel that their opponents are those dirty Borneo people.

Against them is the Alliance.

Fighting an ancient enemy, losing for a while is not shameful, and even losing two battles can't change the fact that they are advancing triumphantly.

However, since the local survivors chose to stand with the remnants of the War Construction Committee and fight against the Weilantes, don't blame him for being ruthless...

command vehicle.

Looking at the settlement filled with black smoke on the holographic screen, Captain Ryan Wanfu gave orders to the Horn airship expressionlessly.

Drive your airship over the southern city of Lion City.

The captain of the Horn knew what he wanted to do, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but he couldn't help but wonder if it was a bit too extreme.

What they need is not a ruin.

That kind of thing is everywhere in the desert, and no one wants to give it away for free.

What's the point of this? The rest are just some defeated soldiers. If you are worried about the casualties of your subordinates, we can release a wave of dogs first. Those things are always cheaper than shells.

The so-called dogs refer to those glorious soldiers without numbers.

Ryan did not explain to him, but said coldly.

Do as I say.

He needs to frustrate the local people's will to resist and let them know what it means to fight against the Confederate Army.

The captain of the Horn sighed and stopped trying to dissuade.

Okay...cough, I mean, as ordered.