This Game Is Too Realistic

The rain of fire flying all over the sky is like a river of stars falling from the sky.

The rain on the ground was evaporated, the steel was melted, and the earth was scorched black.

No living thing could survive the deadly heat.

Even clay.

That's more direct damage than fallout.

Looking at the burning land in front of him, Wulf, the captain of the 360,000th team, narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile involuntarily, but he quickly retracted it.

Even if he had no doubt that the Confederate Army would eventually win that final victory, it was difficult to interpret the battle before him as a victory.

Facing the joint encirclement and suppression by three teams of 10,000 people, the opponent actually insisted on destroying their supply line with high battle losses.

What's worse, this is just an armored thousand-man team of the alliance!

Even if the number is a little bit more, it can be regarded as a reinforced formation at most, and no matter what, it can't make up the formation of a 10,000-strong team.

No matter how rhetorical the Triumph newspaper is for them, the battle report is hard to lie.

And it's hard to say whether Triumph will help them this time as it did before.

After all, this time is different from the past. They have offended too many people, and even the allies in the east are not completely on their side.

But offend on offend it.

He comforted himself in his heart that as long as he wins the final victory, all those seemingly incompatible people will change their minds.

But how long will it take to win?

This is just the beginning.

They didn't know what else was waiting for them.

Seeing the gradually extinguished flame, the staff officer sitting next to him twitched the corner of his mouth.

……it is finally over.

The difficulty of the opponent was far beyond his imagination.

Um.

Woolf nodded without saying a word, but just watched blankly.

Glancing sideways at him, the staff officer whispered.

Their technological progress is faster than we imagined. According to the information provided by our allies in the east, they only took out a vehicle-mounted electromagnetic gun as their trump card in the previous battle, but this time they installed A whole armored force.

After a pause, he continued.

I have a reasonable suspicion that they have more ... it's a threat to us.

The gap armor of Conqueror 10 has almost absolute defense against armor-piercing bullets, and armor-piercing bullets are almost the limit that most survivor forces can achieve with primitive industrial technology.

As for the kinetic energy artillery, the conventional caliber and charge can't even touch the gap layer of the armor, and it can be easily defended purely by the hard shell.

It is precisely because of this that the indestructible armor of Conqueror 10 is an insurmountable Wall of Sigh for the vast majority of survivors.

In order to defend against some free-fall bombs thrown from abandoned high-rise buildings and adapt to the security warfare in the urban environment, they even specially strengthened the top cover of the turret!

However, all these targeted designs have become a joke in front of weapons designed based on new technical principles.

The alliance's electromagnetic guns hit one by one, and as long as the electrostatic shells hit the ammunition rack, there will be a string of brilliant sparks, and this is one of the reasons why their armor formations are continuously blown up.

Theoretically, the penetration effect of the electromagnetic gun can be adjusted. If a special warhead is installed, it can even break through the air resistance, so the damage effect really has no upper limit.

What is worrying is that I heard that the South China Sea Alliance seems to have this technology, and it was used by them on battleships.

They really didn't pay attention to the group of fishermen in the southern waters before, but with the arrival of the alliance, the group of starfish huddled on the island suddenly froze, and now they also started to go out.

Once these technologies are diffused, the advantages that the Legion has had for the past century and a half will be gone!

To deal with this unprecedented threat, they should at least jump out of the design ideas of the Conqueror series and develop brand new equipment based on new tactical needs.

These preparations should have been made before the war, but what he saw was really not.

Just when their opponents were seriously thinking about their equipment, the high-level executives of the legion just purchased a batch of Conqueror No. 10 from the Eastern Legion.

Maybe the high-level executives still held other cards, or they didn't expect to rely on the advantage of the armored force to win from the beginning, but put their chips on other cards, but the current battle situation did make him feel a little worried.

Although he also had no doubt that the Willanters would win the final victory, he still couldn't help wondering whether they were a little too confident, and even ignored the objective law of development of things.

Even if you never say it less.

...It's just a tactical threat, the adjutant corrected, grinning, and continued disapprovingly, It's another matter when it comes to strategy. Just like now, whether it's an electromagnetic gun or something, in the end The result is that there is only a puddle of molten iron left. They won ten times, and Lion City is now in our hands.

In terms of firepower, the Confederate Legion will not lose to anyone!

He has absolute confidence in this.

Even if the opponent's electromagnetic gun is a little stronger, it can't fill the gap in firepower between the two sides!

It's true, the staff officer didn't refute his statement, but asked rhetorically, But what if they want other cards?

The adjutant smiled.

You mean a phaser? That kind of thing is indeed a threat, but we are not unprepared.

The staff officer shook his head.

I'm afraid it's something else.

What is it?

have no idea.

Hearing this ambiguous answer, the adjutant froze for a moment.

have no idea?

The staff officer nodded and said solemnly.

The scariest thing is not knowing... Haven't you discovered that our opponents know us, and we have never tried to understand them.

He always had the feeling that the alliance had seeped into them.

This is not surprising.

There are many Willanters who are hostile to the alliance, but there are also many people who have a good impression of them.

These people are the easiest to buy.

Even without buying, those people are even willing to help them.

Whether they admit it or not, such groups exist in the Legion, and as their practices become more and more crazy, the resistance of this resistance is constantly expanding.

On the other hand, on the legion side, let alone a bribe, even if you want to hire a winemaker from Dawn City to work in Yavent...

...

The boiling flames turned the enemy into ashes, and finally resolved the anger in everyone's hearts.

Not only did the officer in the command vehicle loosen his frowning brows, but the soldiers of the 360,000th Regiment also relaxed their tensed shoulders and lowered their raised muzzles.

It was really a tragic battle. The sudden flashing of electric arcs in the darkness and the turrets flying into the sky almost became a lingering nightmare in their hearts.

The flames in the distance gradually extinguished.

Just when everyone was about to withdraw, a stumbling figure suddenly appeared in the dark wilderness.

The man's arms were tightly bound with ropes, and he walked on the muddy ground with an unrecognizable pace, as if he might fall to the ground at any time.

The front-line scouting team was the first to spot him.

Several Willant soldiers standing next to the reconnaissance vehicle exchanged glances, seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

There are still people alive? !

Captain, there is a living person!

...It seems to be our people.

The ten captain sitting in the car frowned, and observed through the magnifying glass of the electric machine gun.

The man was covered in mud, his face was painted, and his trousers were wet in a big lump, like a wild dog rolled out of a mud puddle.

Whether it's the tall nose bridge or the military uniform, they all tell his identity.

This guy is his compatriot.

Though he desperately hopes it isn't.

stop!

When the man approached, the ten captain got out of the car himself, and pointed a gun at him to signal him to stop.

I... cough cough! My name is Quincy... I belong to myself!

The young man named Quincy had horror written all over his face, his eyes were as hollow as briquettes, and he looked ashen as a slug.

He didn't want that either.

But he was indeed intimidated.

Not only because the guy shot him with his mouth before, but also because of the artillery fire that fell from the sky.

That was completely different from what he saw during the exercise. It wasn't him charging towards the shells, but shells all over the sky hitting him.

The burning white phosphorus almost rubbed against his heels, and he almost died in the hands of his own people after escaping from the tiger's mouth!

The burning white phosphorus almost rubbed against his heels, and he almost died in the hands of his own people after escaping from the tiger's mouth!

Your number.

The Ten Commander stared at him intently, looking at that wimpy look, with contempt written in his eyes.

The 34th Mech Team of 10,000... The 3,000th...

What about the third thousand? Don't you even know the number? The ten commander stared at him coldly, lowering the muzzle of the gun in his hand, And your exoskeleton, your equipment, what the fuck Where did you go? Did you give it away?

...in, maybe in the fire. Quincy swallowed hard, not daring to say that it might have been picked up by the guerrillas.

The ten captain didn't care at all, he just looked at him with contemptuous eyes.

Oh, so why aren't you in there?

I……

I'm so ashamed of you that a weak bastard like you is one of our countrymen.

The ten captain pulled out a captured pistol from the waist of one of his subordinates, threw it in front of that wild dog-like guy, and said with a look of disgust.

Our 360,000th team doesn't have such a useless guy like you. We would rather die on the battlefield than surrender.

He didn't say anything, but as if he had said everything, he quietly looked at the frightened young man in front of him.

The same goes for the Willant next to him.

At first they had some sympathy for the poor fellow, but they became less sympathetic after hearing what the captain said.

This useless guy is actually a Willant?

It's really dirty their noble blood!

It's better to kill yourself and die in the hands of the enemy, and you can be considered a warrior for the time being.

Trembling, Quincy picked up the pistol on the ground and pressed it against his chin, but his index finger seemed to be filled with lead, and he didn't have the courage to pick it out after shaking for a long time.

He looked at his compatriots standing around pleadingly, hoping they would stop him, but found that they were just watching jokingly, as if urging him to hurry up.

Why it came out like this?

He was obviously fighting for the land where the Willant people could live in the sun, but why did he become the enemy of the Willant people after escaping from death.

He felt as if something was broken in his heart, and suddenly broke down and roared out.

Ahhh!!!

He finally plucked up the courage, pulled the trigger with a heartbeat, but only heard a crisp sound of clang.

The crisp sound shook his head, as if he had been kicked by a donkey.

There is no bullet in the chamber...

He was played.

No matter how dull he was, he could still react. These veterans were just playing with him for fun.

Quincy stared blankly at those guys, suddenly all the strength in his body seemed to be drained, and he collapsed on the ground with a plop.

Those Willant soldiers gave the coward a last look mockingly, without saying a word, turned back to the car, started the engine and drove away.

The soldier sitting in the driver's seat has been watching from the sidelines, glancing at the figure that disappeared in the rearview mirror, with a bit of unbearable expression on his face.

Are we leaving that guy alone?

Before the captain could speak, another young man sitting next to him curled his lips and laughed.

Do you want to ride in a car with that mud man?

The fireman with the machine gun on his back also laughed and teased.

He has already run here, let him continue to run, maybe he can run back to Triumph City.

Ha ha ha ha!

The car was filled with wanton laughter.

The boys of the 360,000th team returned to the camp with the glory of annihilating the league's ace, even though this tough battle left them with a lot of things.

At the same time, on the other side, in the northern part of Surak County, the 170,000th team stationed there finally joined the reinforcements in the rear, and once again launched an invasion towards the Dog State of the three northern states!

The Moon Clan resistance army stationed on the border of Dog State only made limited resistance and then withdrew from the battlefield.

As planned, they decided to counter the Legion's offensive with mobile warfare.

Extend the opponent's supply line as much as possible, and then use artillery and guerrillas to annihilate the opponent's vital forces.

Just like their strategy when fighting the Gray Wolves on the Mammoth State's border.

It's just that in this way, their battle report is really ugly, and the front line is almost collapsing at the touch of a button.

Compared with Lassi, who is as stable as an old dog, Absek is obviously much more restless.

If it wasn't for the fact that the elite troops of the alliance had already arrived in Tiandu, he might have followed Sha Rukh's example.

The sky extends in all directions. To the south is his hometown of Langzhou, and to the east is Xiangzhou with good weather.

If you want to run, there is still a place to run. If you can't, you can go to King Gallen Port to be an apartment.

People in the entire Tiandu city were panicked.

And just when everyone wanted to leave, there was a person who could leave but didn't.

Office of the Governor's Office.

Isher stood in front of the desk, looked at Absek who was sitting behind the desk and said.

I want to go to the front.

Absek stopped the pen in his hand, and looked up at the young man.

He had a little impression of this guy, as if he was that slippery An Wo.

A few days ago, An Wo sent a telegram to transfer the former veterans to Jin Gallon Port to help.

He couldn't stop this kind of trivial matter, and he also needed someone to go to Jin Gallon Port to sell miserably for him, so he approved it with a big wave of his hand.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that when the day came, this Isher would not leave.

Go to the front line? Go to the front line at this time, have you thought about it clearly?

Looking at the half-smiling Absek, Isher nodded seriously.

I've figured it out.

Okay, have ambition! Then I won't keep you, you can go with the people of the alliance.

After a pause, Absek rolled his eyes, and then continued.

Your military rank is too low, not worthy of your ability. From now on, you will be the Commander-in-Chief, responsible for rebuilding the 30,000-thousand team that was disbanded!

Isher stood up straight, her right fist clinging to her chest.

Thank you for the promotion of the commander!

Absek smiled and waved his hand.

It's not a good job, don't work too hard, just bring those recruits to get acquainted... Forget it, I believe you understand, you can do it yourself.

Isher knew what he wanted to say, and he also knew why he temporarily promoted himself to be Captain Wan, and stuffed himself with a bunch of recruits who needed to be trained.

And it still uses the old number of the 30,000th team that sacrificed the most heroically.

Although the commander was very dissatisfied with An Wo's assertion in Xifan Port, he still regarded them as his subordinates in his heart.

In other words, short-term protection.

Everyone knows that the current front line is a fire pit, and it is still the kind that no amount of firewood can be thrown to fill it. He will at least hint that he should not go, and if he can't be persuaded, he will find a way to protect him.

Isher nodded and expressed his sincere thanks, then turned and left the office.

Looking at the young man who turned and left, Absek, who was not considered an elder, sighed old-fashionedly.

...We are not all cunning, there are still two good guys.

But it's a pity.

On the land of Borneo Province, most of the good people did not end well.

Months are not enough, years are not enough, at least decades, even hundreds of years.

One day a bastard like myself will be pointed at by a good person, and this Borneo country will really be saved.

Absek shook his head with a smile, picked up the pen, and continued writing at his desk.

[...To Kabaja, Education Commissioner. 】

[I think there is something wrong with the university, but the Borneo treasury really doesn't have any money left. You have to let me delay for two years, and I owe you the money. 】

[In addition, I heard that Mr. Mouse has established a Mammoth State University in Mammoth State, which recruits students from the entire Borneo Province. That being the case, we might as well borrow their classrooms and desks first, to have a joint school and use their place to teach our students. 】

[You cultural people communicate more, just like I can chat with Laxi, if you pull your face down, I think Mr. Rat will definitely not refuse, and you will not be able to scold me for silver coins if you chase after me. 】

【It’s a day full of bombardments. It’s really not a place for teaching and educating people. Besides, it’s a pity that the repaired teaching building is broken. It’s better to build it after it’s finished. 】

[You can just assume me for the university, first select the students of the right age, the budget is really not enough to build a building, but it is enough to organize a few exams and collect some travel expenses and living expenses. Remember to pick out real talents and send them to Mammoth University to learn from the teachers there. They will be our teachers when they finish their studies. I'm not afraid that they won't come back in the future, but I'm afraid that they will follow us in the trenches and won't come back... Regardless of Borneo or Mammoth, those people are our future. 】

[You are the only one who handles this matter, if any cunning dares to jam you, come to me, I will definitely skin him! 】