This Game Is Too Realistic

Hahaha! Good fight! It's such a blast, hahaha!

The airtight room at the frontline headquarters in Tiandu City was filled with General Duwata's hearty laughter.

He was not the only one who was like this. Although the other officers standing around did not laugh out loud like him, they all had expressions of relief on their faces.

This textbook counterattack can be said to be very proud!

Not only did they successfully defend Tiandu under the offensive of the Southern Army, but they also penetrated the entire front line deployed by the latter on the eastern front in one fell swoop, wiping out more than 40,000 enemies!

Although there is still a certain distance from the victory of the entire war, everyone has already seen the light before dawn.

Not only the officers of Borneo looked happy, but a group of officers from the alliance, including Vanus, also breathed a sigh of relief.

The command system of the Borneo Army was basically built by the staff appointed by the Alliance Army Command, including the strategic deployment of this counterattack. There is no doubt that they were also the heroes of this war, although they mainly did behind-the-scenes work.

However, they are their compatriots after all, and the feelings in their hearts are somewhat complicated.

They had no doubts about what they were doing, but it was too much for them to laugh at the suffering of their fellow men.

Understanding that these survivors need to vent their joy after the disaster, Vanus looked at Duwata and said.

This battle is basically over, let's go back and rest first.

It was only then that Duwata realized that there were still several Weirant people in the command room, so he quickly stopped his smile and said politely.

Everyone, please go back and rest first! You have provided us with enough help. Just leave the rest to us!

He is quite polite to officers from the alliance. It's just that he was a little carried away just now, and he forgot that there were several big noses next to him.

Vanus nodded and didn't say much. After a few words of greeting, he left with the officers who came here as volunteers.

As the group left, the headquarters was once again filled with a happy atmosphere.

Not long after Vanus left, a freshly printed Survivor Daily was delivered.

It was the Survivor Daily in Tianducheng, and on the front cover of the newspaper stood a man covered in blood.

His right hand was holding a rifle with a bayonet inserted, and his left hand was holding a dejected head.

This man is none other than the commander of the 700,000th regiment of Borneo, Captain Pikliwan!

That bright smile was in sharp contrast to the droopy nose.

Looking at the headline printed on the newspaper, the sturdy man laughed heartily again.

Hahahahaha! This Pikli is smart! I always listened to him reciting those short stories about family affairs before, and thought he was a coward. It seems I misunderstood him!

Pikli was not the only one who had the guts, the entire 700,000th team stole the show.

Ten thousand-man troops were broken into pieces on the battlefield, and they cooperated tacitly. Just relying on two legs, they completely annihilated the legion's two ten-thousand-man troops! More than 3,000 prisoners were captured!

This is not only the credit of Pikli alone, but also of their entire army.

The staff officer standing aside said with a smile.

Then you have indeed misunderstood him. A wolf with cubs is much more ruthless than a wolf without cubs.

Hiss...that makes sense. Duwata's eyes lit up and he touched his chin to think about it.

After this battle is over, he will have to solve the problem of objects for the old bachelors in the army.

Firstly, it can be a favor, and secondly, it gives him something to take advantage of.

How about getting some female soldiers who can dance?

Just as he was thinking about it, a messenger made a report and trotted in from the door.

Report to the general! News came from the general headquarters that the Tiangong will fall within 24 hours. Commander Absek hopes that you will dispatch a logistics force to support the transfer of residents near the Tiangong!

Hearing these words, everyone in the frontline headquarters was stunned, especially Duwata.

The Heavenly Palace... fell? Duwata looked at the messenger at the door dumbfounded, looking confused and said at a loss, What happened? What happened?

The messenger looked embarrassed.

Report to the general! Commander Absek did not say anything clearly...

There was silence in the frontline headquarters for a long time.

The adjutant standing next to Duwata opened his mouth and broke the silence with a dumb look on his face.

This Heavenly Palace has been floating there for two centuries, how could it fall down?

The officer standing opposite the command table also nodded and said doubtfully.

Could it be a mistake...

Absek has no reason to joke about this kind of thing, and besides, it doesn't do him any good. The staff officer frowned and thought for a moment, his eyes flickered slightly, and he continued in a very soft voice, But if this Tiangong is really It’s collapsed... maybe we can use it as an excuse.

That’s all.

Having said this, he stopped talking and stopped talking.

After all, his identity is just a consultant, and all he can do is give advice.

There is only one person here who really makes up his mind.

Duwata narrowed his eyes with an unpredictable expression on his face.

But he didn't say anything in the end, he just raised his generous palm and waved it.

Wabu, take the logistics team there personally and rescue people first no matter what.

The adjutant standing next to him looked solemn, stood at attention and made a military salute.

yes!

…

Following General Duwata's order, trucks, bullock carts, and chaotic vehicles quickly arrived at the edge of the Tiangong.

The soldiers following the truck jumped out of the truck one after another and knocked on the door from door to door.

Open the door quickly!

Hearing the knocking on the door, the old man who had not slept all night just lay down and hurriedly got up from the bed. He hurried to the door and opened the bolt that fixed the wooden door.

Looking at the soldiers who appeared at the door, he had a blank expression on his face. He didn't know what happened, and asked with a trembling voice.

Are the Vaillants fighting back again?

The soldier said quickly.

The Heavenly Palace is about to collapse. Go back and pack your luggage quickly. When you're done packing, come with us!

What?! The old man's face changed instantly when he heard this, his eyes widened, and his voice started to stutter, Heaven, is the sky falling?!

It's Tiangong!

The soldier didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he replied perfunctorily, and then hurriedly knocked on the next door.

The old man stood at the door dumbfounded, his head buzzing, and he didn't move for a long time.

It's not that the sky is falling, it's that the palace is about to collapse...

It took him a long time to come back to his senses, but then his dumbfounded expression turned into one where he couldn't laugh or cry again.

Isn’t this still the same!

There are many people who have the same reaction as the old man.

When he heard that the Heavenly Palace was about to collapse, his face suddenly turned pale as if it was the sky that was about to collapse. He was even more desperate than when the King of Heaven first entered the city.

After carrying large and small bags in the car, several old men sat together and sighed.

Why is this beautiful heavenly palace about to collapse...

No matter how hard the King of Heaven came, he didn't bring down this palace... On the contrary, this Absak, the emperor only took down such a big palace in just a few days.

What a waste!

Actually, I don't blame him for this. It's his destiny that can't control the throne. This is a warning from God. Hey... I hope he can take care of himself.

In addition to the superstitious old people, there are also young people holding their luggage and sighing, yawning and complaining to each other.

I don't live in a heavenly palace...what does this have to do with me?

that is……

The soldier driving the car ignored them. After all, he was a soldier under Duwata. This group of thugs complained about Absek, not his leader.

But to be honest, they also felt strange in their hearts. If the Heavenly Palace was going to collapse, they would have to move the things in the Heavenly Palace. What did they care about the people living outside the Heavenly Palace?

In fact, it’s no wonder these soldiers thought so.

Although the Heavenly Palace was floating next to them, few people actually went up to see it. Most people only knew that there was such a thing, but had no specific idea of ​​what it was.

The construction area of the entire Tiangong is one hundred thousand square meters, and the things piled on top are countless tens of thousands of tons.

Such a large building was smashed down from a height of more than ten meters. The power was no joke. It might cause a small earthquake in the center of Tiandu.

Of course, it's not just the survivors living near Tiangong who need to be moved.

There are also some cultural relics and treasures placed in the Tiangong, as well as Commissioner Cabaha and other family members who are under house arrest deep in the Tiangong.

Fortunately, it was already dawn, and most people were awake now even after staying up all night. The entire relocation process went smoothly and did not cause too much commotion.

After handling the matter at hand, Absek rushed to the scene in person and happened to bump into the researcher named Yang Kai getting off the research ship.

He quickened his pace and walked up. He didn't even say hello, so he asked anxiously.

What happened?! Didn't you say you could still hold on for more than ten or twenty years? Why did it become twenty-four hours?!

Facing Abu Saek's question, Yang Kai's expression suddenly became awkward.

He did say this, but no one expected that the plan would not keep up with the changes.

This... is indeed true in theory. According to our detection of the content of helium 3 in the energy storage tank, there is really no problem with the remaining energy to keep the anti-gravity device running for ten or twenty years.

Then why-

However, we later discovered that the booster tube of the energy storage tank was broken, causing the density of helium-III to be below the uptake threshold of the reactor fuel pump.

Absek was confused when he heard this, with a confused expression on his face. It took him a long time to figure out that there was something wrong with the fuel, so he continued to ask anxiously.

Then...can't you put more fuel in it?

It can't be done, Yang Kai shook his head, You have done too many projects on this starship. It is a miracle that it can still operate to this day. Repairing it is no less difficult than building a new one. come out.

Upon hearing this, Absek almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Why didn't you tell me earlier?!

Yang Kai looked at him speechlessly.

If I could predict the future, of course I would tell you in advance. Moreover, instead of asking me, you should ask the previous chiefs why they piled up so many useless decorations on a cargo starship.

Absek's face turned the color of pig liver, but he couldn't say anything to refute.

Looking at Absek who was speechless, Yang Kai felt a little sorry. He sighed and reached out to pat his shoulder.

...Don't be too sad. It's just an anti-gravity device. At worst, we can build another one later when conditions permit.

Absek sighed, reluctantly forgetting about the palace.

...The problem is not the anti-gravity device, but that this thing is called Tiangong.

Yang Kai snorted noncommittally.

so what?

Looking at the disapproving researcher, Absek shook his head.

...You won't understand.

Yang Kai shrugged his shoulders.

He really didn't understand.

Although I’m not interested in finding out...

…

In fact, Yang Kai's estimated time is still a bit too optimistic.

The suspended palace did not last for twenty-four hours, and collapsed at dusk.

The first thing to collapse was the ten-meter-high marble steps. Faced with the terrifying tonnage, the steps collapsed and shattered like tofu cubes.

The entire Tiangong is like a rubber stamp that is so big that it has no edge, and it has been stabbed heavily in the center of Tiandu City. While flying dust and gravel, it has also suppressed the entire square and sunk as high as a person. .

The houses around the palace also collapsed in the shaking of the ground. The roaring air swept the shaken bricks two streets away, and most of the city was left in disgrace.

The billowing smoke swept outwards, hit the city wall, and then rose into the sky, forming a smoke column connecting the sky and the earth.

The scene was truly spectacular.

Some players even ran back from the front line just to catch a glimpse of the palace when it crashed.

Compared with the shock of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking, the movement when the inner city of Boulder City collapsed was simply not worth mentioning.

Oh my god...this scene feels more exciting than last night.

Looking at the smoke column connecting the sky and the earth, Irena, who was sitting on the Chimera armored vehicle, couldn't help but sigh.

Elf King Fugui couldn't help but nodded.

...This expansion pack is enough.

This CG alone feels like it’s worth the price of admission.

certainly.

They didn't even buy a ticket when they got on the bus.

While they were watching, several propeller planes from the Goblin Corps emerged from the smoke and circled towards the airport in the northern suburbs.

Irena knew without looking up that the person sitting on top must be Brother Mosquito.

Sitting in the armored vehicle, he could even hear the evil smile that was just watching the fun.

But watching the fun is just watching the fun.

I hope that guy won’t do anything to hurt the feelings of the locals...

…

For the entire day, the residents of Tiandu were as excited as riding a roller coaster.

They spent a sleepless night in anxiety, and finally looked forward to the dawn of victory. But when they saw that everything was about to end, fate played another joke on them, and the temple in their minds fell hard to the ground. on the ground.

Although the symbolic significance of the floating palace is not comparable to that of the City of Thousand Pillars, it is still one of the spiritual totems in the hearts of the survivors of Borneo.

There is such a consensus in the hearts of the vast majority of survivors in Borneo.

Whoever sits on the chair in that palace is the emperor of Borneo!

If the thousand pillars of the City of Thousand Pillars house the souls of the survivors of Borneo, then the palace suspended above ten thousand people is the entity condensed into their spirits.

It is no exaggeration to say that it has even become a symbol of the legitimacy of a regime.

If this had happened at any other time, Absek might not have taken it to heart. After all, his position as commander-in-chief did not rely on legitimacy, but on the gun in his hand.

As a result, this bad omen happened at the time when the battle to defend Tiandu was won.

This undoubtedly cast a shadow over that hard-won victory...

However, not everyone is lamenting.

Some people wiped away tears while looking at the ruins, while others clapped their hands and cheered at the crumbling decay.

For example, Commissioner Kabah just came out of the Heavenly Palace.

Ignoring the obstruction of the internal affairs staff, he stubbornly stayed on the edge of the separation line. He watched until the end with his eyes wide open, and then applauded happily.

Hahaha! It collapsed, it collapsed! This mountain riding on the top of the Borneo people has finally fallen!

The survivors of Tiandu spent two centuries building this palace, and the purpose of this palace's existence was simply to demonstrate the majesty of the royal family.

The ten-meter-high marble steps reaching the sky are like a red line that must not be crossed.

Below this is all dust, from here on up is imperial power.

This castle in the air should never have existed in the first place.

Those who wiped tears for it never really owned it for a second, so how could they lose it? Instead, they shattered the last shackles because of its collapse, which should have been a very satisfying thing.

Only when this unquestionable authority falls can a golden age of hundreds of flowers blooming truly come!

Maybe he was too idealistic, but he always felt that there was no need for Absaek to be so pessimistic.

Their legitimacy does not have to be sought from the old authority at all, but from the heartfelt support of the survivors of Borneo.

Unless that guy still wants to be the emperor of Borneo.

But Carbaja isn't worried about that happening.

Because if that guy really has this idea, he will eventually be disappointed.

The survivors of Borneo have risen!

No one can make them kneel down again.

Looking at the red-faced Commissioner Cabaha, the internal affairs staff on the side looked at each other.

While others were wiping away tears, this old man was applauding, which was really eye-catching.

It's like playing the trumpet at a funeral.

No matter how correct things are, placed in inappropriate situations, they will appear redundant.

Facing the hint in the officer's eyes, a housekeeper finally stepped forward and whispered in the old man's ear.

Mr. Carbaja, please follow us to a safe place... This war is not over yet, and there is no telling when the Wilant plane will fly over.

Worried that the old guy would not give him face, he added another sentence immediately after.

The teachers and students in Tiandu still need you.

Kabah really didn't intend to look down upon Abu Saik's bastard at first, but the last words really poked the soft spot in his heart, and he followed them away without saying a word.

Not only teachers and students in Tiandu need him, but also other states in Borneo.

His vision for the future is not just a Tiandu University, but a whole bottom-up education system.

In the future, children in Borneo will not only have bright classrooms and spacious desks, but they will also have a brand new world where they can write freely.

Whether their pursuit is to climb academic heights or realize self-worth, or just for real power or money, they can make choices based on their own lives, rather than like mice being cornered.

Just like the children of Auroville.

This is not only his long-cherished wish, but also the long-cherished wish of Mr. Rat.

He may not have much time left, but he will spend all the rest of his life doing this...

…

Just when Tiandu City was in uproar due to the collapse of the Tiangong, the defeated 300,000th team of the Southern Army finally escaped from the encirclement and interception of the joint forces after twenty-four hours of continuous long-distance attacks, and withdrew to The western part of Akale County.

More than a month ago, they severely defeated the Alliance's death corps and three 10,000-man troops from Borneo here.

At that time, the overwhelming shells almost flattened the entire mountain, and the enemy's plasma dyed the surging river red.

However, things are different now. Only about 3,000 of the brothers who marched eastwards with murderous intent have withdrawn.

The disorganized troops were still fleeing in confusion, and most of those who had withdrawn were in trouble.

Sitting in the command vehicle, Ryan's face was gloomy and he looked out the window numbly, as if waiting for something.

At this moment, the adjutant opened the car door from the outside and hurriedly got in.

His boots were stained with mud, as were his pants and clothes, but he couldn't care less about that at this point.

Out of breath, he only had time to swallow before speaking hurriedly.

There is news about the 307th Thousand Soldiers. They are repairing in a woods... Damn, these guys are like a group of frightened birds. They almost shot at us.

Looking at Ryan who was silent, he took a deep breath and then spoke in a sincere tone.

...General, the soldiers are exhausted. If this continues, the rest will fall behind. Let's rest for a while before leaving.

Ryan pondered for half a minute and only replied with a simple hmm.

However, after hearing the hmm, his adjutant breathed a sigh of relief, left a thank you and hurriedly exited the command vehicle.

Two teams of 10,000 servants are coming here with 30,000 soldiers of the Glorious Army, as well as reinforcements flying from Yongye Port Air Force Base.

Now that they have evacuated to a safe place, they no longer need to be as anxious as before.

The most fearful thing now is that before the enemy attacks, our side will be in disarray.

As the car door closed, silence returned to the command car.

All the officers held their breath carefully, even breathing with extreme caution.

I'm going out to have a cigarette.

Unable to stand the atmosphere in the command car, Ryan stood up from his seat, opened the door and walked out.

Seeing the general get out of the car, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed their tense hearts.

After getting out of the car, Ryan lit a cigarette for himself and then walked away relaxedly.

Although he didn't sleep all night last night, he was not sleepy at all and couldn't sleep at all.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the boiling flames would appear in his mind, followed by strange and familiar faces.

He did not want to blame the failure of that battle on his own mistakes, because he did not lose to a visible opponent, but to a lack of intelligence - or to a card he had never seen before. .

If he knew that those slugs in the swamp could make the airship fall directly, he would never use a suppressive offensive tactic and let the torrent of steel from the sky and the ground attack together.

But these are all things for later.

Even if this is not a mistake, his tragic defeat is something that cannot be changed.

Looking at the soldiers leaning against the tree with their heads hanging down, an inexplicable fire suddenly burst out in his heart.

The expressions on these people's faces seemed to say that he had lost.

That was something he was never willing to admit, and it was impossible to admit it anyway.

He must not lose.

It’s even more impossible to lose!

He must win!

After taking a deep breath, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stamped it out, and shouted at the dejected soldiers and officers.

Pick your heads up!

Hearing the hysterical roar, the buried heads lifted up.

The faces were full of fatigue and the pessimism that Ryan hated most.

This is not what the Weirant people should be like!

They should move forward bravely, even if there is hell ahead, they will not frown!

...Look at how you look now, like a bunch of cocks that have lost a fight. I'm really ashamed of you!

Think about your parents, and your relatives and friends. Did you promise them nothing more than sighs and failure when you parted? Absolutely not!

He clenched his fists and looked at the soldiers standing up, with veins popping out on his forehead.

Don't forget why you came here! Remember it! Your glory, your medal, and your dignity!

Your children will live in a land full of sunshine! They will erect statues for you to thank you for your bravery! Are you going to stand in front of them like this? Lift your heads up for me Get up! Tell me! There are no cowards in Valant!

The deafening roar echoed at the edge of the forest, and even those who closed their eyes and didn't want to listen had to stand up.

Looking at the excited commander, a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old buried his head and couldn't help muttering.

But we...

We didn't lose!

Before the man could finish speaking, Ryan grabbed him by the collar and stared into his eyes with his sharp gaze.

That sharp sight was like a sharp knife, piercing the iris and piercing the soul.

Ryan just looked at him until his pupils were filled with fear, and then turned into determination in his rapid breathing. Then he loosened his collar with satisfaction and left the young man aside.

Looking around at the brothers who had regained their composure, Ryan raised his clenched fist to his chin, as if holding the rope around his throat.

We didn't lose!

The final victory will definitely belong to us!

A battle can't explain anything. A crippled establishment can still be replenished, and even if it is wiped out, it can still be rebuilt.

The surviving captains of ten will become centurions, and a steady stream of new soldiers will reinforce the front from the rear.

The Wilantes have enough soldiers in the mainland and colonies. Even if you leave aside the natives and clones, they still have millions or even tens of millions of warriors!

Just 40,000 brothers...

Sooner or later he will get back this blood debt!