This Game Is Too Realistic

Silence㱕The front line is filled with silence㱕Shore killing, and the trenches engraved on the ground are as if they have been unsheathed㱕War㥕.

It only took the Alliance five days to surround the city of Avent with trenches and block all possible tunnels leading to the outside world.

The soldiers of the Southern Legion who were standing on the front line saw with their own eyes that the work equipment with caterpillar tracks on both sides was equipped with a drill bit half a man high, and the ground was shaking and the mountains were shaking. They were digging into the trench like shit under their noses. "Pulled" out.

For example, the Alliance soldiers were already in position one after another, and the sound of cannons sounded from time to time, like drum beats that became more and more rapid.

Not surprisingly……

This is the final battle.

There was no fear or fear in Quincy's heart, and he even felt a sense of relief.

About half a year ago, his 340,000th regiment was defeated by the Skeleton Corps near Jadpur County, Lion State, Borneo Province, and his nightmare began from that moment.

First, the frontline soldiers of the 360,000th Army were humiliated, and then the staff of the Saifan Port Logistics Office looked down upon them.

Even though he fought desperately to the last moment, even if he wanted to explain that his opponents were not Borneos but Alliance volunteers, he still could not take off the label of coward in the eyes of his compatriots, and he was still a bully. The people of Rand were disgraced and disgraced.

When he took the letter of retirement from injury and went to Yongye Port, the compatriots there even laughed at him and asked him why he didn't die.

The entire Southern Legion young man rushed to the front with loyalty and fanaticism, but he was the only one who was out of tune with his surroundings, like a rebel standing on the highway.

Later, he moved to a sanatorium on the outskirts of the province of Batoya to recuperate, staying with other wounded who had retreated from the front line.

Although there are some lunatics in the sanatorium who have epilepsy attacks from time to time, the vast majority of people lie quietly on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

It was not until this moment that he felt a little at peace as he was being kicked around like a ball.

Although it didn't take long for him to realize that it was not peace.

But forget.

It wasn't just Tyr who had forgotten them.

Almost everyone in the entire Southern Legion participated in this criminal conspiracy, and tacitly excluded them, the "losers," from the fringes of society.

They were like sugarcane bagasse rolled out of a juicer and thrown into a trash can wrapped in a white plastic bag, where they slowly rotted in the corner where no one could see them.

But the irony is that just when he was about to accept his fate for the rest of his life, the people who had abandoned him dug him out of the trash can and awarded him the medal of Captain Husband.

The Southern Army Corps was at the end of its rope.

Having burned once, they must burn again.

Quincy had nothing else on his mind and just loaded the rifle silently.

Hurry up——

End this ordeal!

The artillery fire was finally approaching despite the rain and dew. The roaring explosions and billowing smoke made the rookies behind the bunker change their faces invariably.

And I was so scared that I peed my pants.

And at this moment, a hoarse roar came out from the intermittent broadcast.

"Fighters! Behind us is the city of Aventre!"

"There live your father, your children, and your beloved ones!"

"Our enemies want to wipe us off this planet! We must not let them succeed!"

"We must defend not only the glory of the Legion! But also the glory of Marshal Juius! The dignity of the people of Willant!"

"Fight! Descendants of Jiusius! Let them open their eyes and take a good look. The Velantians are invincible!"

The young men were so frightened that they wet their pants one by one. The eyes of the young men were filled with fighting spirit. More than half of the old men also stretched out their hands tremblingly and painfully picked up the gun next to the bunker.

Quincy's heart was completely unmoved.

He has heard too many similar words, and has long been numb to these inspiring words.

Suddenly, a strange idea occurred to him.

Maybe——

The survivors of the city of Avente also said similar things.

History is like a circle that unknowingly comes full circle.

"Get ready to fight—!"

Almost at the same time as the hoarse roar sounded, a shell landed next to the bunker not far from Quincy.

The two rookies, who had the courage to step out of the bunker and open fire because of the commander's words, were blown up and flew backwards like a kite with its string cut off.

"Hidden! Stay in the bunker! Wait until they get close and then attack!"

Quincy stared at the group of frightened soldiers with red eyes, and a roar made them retreat into the bunker.

The shells fell one after another, covering their position from head to toe.

At the same time, dozens of bulldozers started their engines, using huge buckets to hold stacks of sandbags on hills, and advanced towards the defense line at the edge of the city of Yavente.

Observing the alliance position through the gap in the bunker, Quincy's pupils shrank sharply, obviously he didn't expect that this thing could be played like this.

An anti-tank infantryman set up a Panzerfaust rocket launcher and pulled the trigger on one of the bulldozers.

The galloping rocket hit the shield-like sandbag wall without any bias, but only exploded a string of orange-red sparks without causing even a single ripple.

This kind of armor-piercing bullet, which uses metal jets to kill targets, is very effective against hard armor, but it has no solution at all when it encounters sandbags.

The tanks of the Southern Army had finished fighting, and almost only infantry and light armor were left in the entire city of Avente. Faced with this contemptuous fighting style, the officers of the Southern Army had almost no temper at all.

The soldiers of the Death Corps stepped out of the trenches one after another, picked up their rifles and followed these cheap and easy-to-use bulldozers.

On the other side, the armor formation of the Skeleton Corps also launched an attack!

One after another, Chimera armored vehicles pulled milky white smoke screens and rushed to the front of the formation. They fired their 37mm rapid-fire cannons at the bunkers in the city.

Orange-yellow tracers jumped on the ground, suppressing the thousands-man team stationed at the edge of the city and unable to raise their heads.

Following the frontal advance, the bulldozer finally approached the edge of the position, taking the lead and rowing on the edge and shouting at the communication channel.

"For the Alliance!"

"Ouch!"

The sound of charging horns and shouts of killing resounded loudly. Nearly a thousand Death Corps players rushed out of the bunker almost at the same time and launched a charge towards the nearby Southern Legion position.

The distance between the two sides is no more than ten steps!

Faced with the gradually forming cross firepower, a wall of bunkers has lost its effect.

But it doesn’t matter——

Hand-to-hand street fighting is what the Death Corps is best at!

Almost at the same time that the Death Corps launched their charge, the machine guns on the Weilant position also rang out.

Facing the alliance's suppressive firepower, they had been dormant under the ruins for a long time, and now they finally had time to come out.

The deadly tracers, like willow catkins blown by the wind, rushed towards the death corps against the noisy artillery fire, harvesting several heads in just a few breaths.

However, in just a few breaths, the Alliance shells fell near the machine gun bunkers as if they had eyes.

The roar of explosions and billowing smoke came one after another, and the flashing fire almost touched the edge of our own military line, raising those machine gun bunkers and nearby concrete bunkers into the sky.

The soldiers of the Southern Army were stunned by the explosion, and the veterans were dumbfounded one by one.

Including Quincy——

Looking at the Union soldiers charging at the edge of the artillery fire, his face was filled with expressions of disbelief.

These guys...

Aren't they afraid of death? !

This is indeed the case.

Those soldiers wearing gas masks and bulletproof armor rushed forward to face the hail of bullets and bullets from the Southern Legion, as if they were not afraid of death.

First line of defense contact!

The Union soldiers who rushed into the concrete ruins immediately started a hand-to-hand fight with the Southern Legion soldiers who were hiding behind the shooting bunker!

Gunshots rang out one after another, shotguns roared, submachine guns and rifles fired.

A soldier wearing a gas mask was hit by a machine gun, but before he fell to the ground, another soldier wearing a gas mask rushed up and smashed the machine gunner's head with a shotgun.

The entire battlefield is in chaos!

Blood and brain matter flew everywhere, hanging on the broken concrete position.

Even Tyr's most fanatical soldiers were frightened at this moment.

It’s like they can’t finish killing these guys!

Under the fierce attack of the Death Corps, a gap was almost torn open in the first line of defense.

Without a trace of hesitation, the mole, skimming the formation in the distance, seized the opportunity and immediately issued the order to attack.

Thirty Chimera armored vehicles covering twelve tanks were like a steel-forged dagger, stabbing in along the wounds cut by the Death Corps.

"Hahaha! Die!"

The gunner squatting in the Chimera armored vehicle pulled the trigger, and dozens of 37mm armor-piercing incendiary bombs wiped out an entire ten-man team hiding behind the bunker in just an instant!

The smell of burnt barbecue wafted out from the tunnel covered by broken bricks and tiles, and a pile of black corpses lay on the ground.

Among the dead people, the soldiers of the Southern Legion raised their rocket launchers and tried to fight back, but they were unable to penetrate the Chimera armor because they were stuck at a safe distance. Instead, they were shot in the head by the infantry following the armored body.

Facing the advancing armored troops, the soldiers of the Southern Legion who still resisted fell into despair and either launched a suicidal charge or dropped their weapons and fled to the rear.

The entire battle quickly went from intense to one-sided, and the sound of artillery fire in the distance gradually stopped.

It only took the two player corps less than half an hour to capture the southern key entrance to the city of Avent, and wiped out the three thousand-man troops guarding the place.

He moved the captured prisoners to a relatively open space on the edge of the water, and then commanded the remaining brothers to use sandbags mounted on bulldozers to build a simple defensive position to guard against the evacuation of the rear. The soldiers of the Southern Legion regained their strength. Come back and kill again.

However, this possibility is actually unlikely.

Judging from the equipment seized on the frontline positions, the weapons and ammunition of these three thousand-man teams cannot keep up with the Yongye Port City Defense Army, and the quality of the soldiers is not to mention. Many of them were even sent to the front line. Make up the numbers.

If it were half a day before, this kind of tough battle would have to last for a long time before the outcome could be determined.

After a brief interrogation of the prisoner, he walked over to Brother Mole and shared the information with the prisoner.

"...The ones we fought just now were three thousand-man troops under the 2,000,000-man troops of the Home Guards. The commander is Captain Baldwin."

"Baldwin?" A look of surprise appeared on Mole's face, "That name sounds familiar."

Edge Paddling said with a smile.

"The 370,000th Regiment in the Borneo War Zone won a great victory in Akale County. We captured Wolf of the 360,000th Regiment and let the 370,000th Regiment who came for reinforcements run away... Do you still remember? An old acquaintance."

After hearing about the great victory in Akale County, Mole finally remembered the name and showed a surprised expression.

"Oh, I remembered...a hammer! Gan! I should have waited for my resurrection while you were fighting that battle!"

At that time, it seemed that the war criminal named Woolf led the 360,000th team to pick up his head.

However, this guy didn't end well. He is currently serving his sentence in a prisoner of war camp in Jinlian Port.

"Haha." Bing Shui smiled heartily, "It seems to be true!"

That battle was considered a turning point in the Borneo War Zone and the first battle of the Death Corps in the Borneo War Zone.

At that time, the "Survivor Daily" in Jinlian Port spent three full pages describing the entire battle. At the bend of the river, corpses killed by both sides were everywhere, and blood flowed into the river!

It was at that time that he met Isher...

Thinking of the deceased friend, I gradually couldn't smile anymore, and the raised corners of my mouth fell down unconsciously.

While walking along the way, some people suddenly disappeared.

"...It's already the final battle. I thought they would come up with some new tricks."

Glancing at the edge of his smile, Mole could probably guess who he was probably thinking of, so he wisely changed the subject.

"What new tricks can there be? If they really had that thing, they should have come up with it long ago."

Portable anti-tank missiles with tracking capabilities may count as one.

Relying on that thing, the Southern Army successfully destroyed two of their Panzer III tanks.

But so what?

Total war is a collision between systems. One or two pieces of equipment or one or two strongmen can hardly affect the direction of the war.

Even strategic-level lethal weapons such as "death agent" cannot be used.

Edge Paddling said with some unwillingness to give up.

"But isn't this the case in most games? The strongest ones are behind..."

The canyon-escaping mole made a helpless expression.

"You also said it was a normal game."

RTS games are not.

This includes strategy, management, and farming games.

For example, "㫧明6".

Once the player takes the lead in clicking the nuclear bomb, if it were not for the purpose of obtaining achievements, pursuing victory and flying, the game would basically be over.

The snowball that was rolled out through hard work in the early stage will inevitably become a curse that shortens the game time in the later stage. The optimal solution can only be opened again... and this is also a curse that no strategy game can escape.

But it’s quite interesting to watch the snowball get bigger little by little. If the snowball is as big as a booger no matter how much you rub it, what’s the point of all the ups and downs they’ve experienced along the way?

"Well... right now I want to see what it's like five light years away, and I want to see if A Guang has baked this cake."

Edge scratched the back of his head.

"What I'm more worried about now is whether there will be an open beta."

Mole said with a smile.

"Haha, is there any difference? The Wasteland Era is coming to an end."

The only remaining legion among the torn apart armies was the Southern Legion, a stubborn donkey from the old days. From now on, there should be no opponent that can make the Alliance use its full strength.

Eastern Empire? New Commonwealth?

Consider it a competitor.

Borneo?

By the time they finish killing enough in the battle royale game, they don’t even know it will be decades later.

Of course, if Aguang wants to finish the job at this time, he can also change the game name to "Star Sky OL" or "New Age OL" and do another round of closed beta testing.

But what is that guy trying so hard for?

To this day, he still doesn't know which mysterious company developed this game. Or maybe it is, as the rumors say, a blind box given to human civilization by advanced civilizations.

Maybe Aguang...

In fact, it does not exist?

This strange idea suddenly appeared in Mole's mind, and he suddenly wanted to draw a notebook.

It had been a long time since he had painted, and his hands were rusty.

Just two old guys lamented that time flies so fast and they were about to finish the level. When they still didn’t know what happened to Crow Crow and the mutated leech that day, Irena, after cleaning the battlefield, was going to lie down at the mobile save point. A corpse.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a familiar face among the prisoners squatting on the ground and couldn't help but stop.

Looking at the gray-faced young man, he greeted.

"Hey, have I seen you before?"

Quincy, who was squatting on the ground, raised his head and looked at Irena blankly, obviously also stunned.

Gradually, his expression changed.

"You...you are..."

"Oh, I remember," Irena said with a mischievous smile on her face and made a shooting motion with her hand, "You were the rookie of the 340,000th team that day..."

It seems to be fate that at that time, it was near the railway station on the northwest side of Ridpur County.

The entire Skeleton Corps had been killed from full strength until he was the last one left, and the same was true for the 340,000th team they fought against, with only one living person left.

Since the strategic goal has been achieved, it doesn't matter whether he kills this guy or not, Irena let him go for the sake of fate, but she didn't expect to meet him again.

Quincy was completely dumbfounded, looking at him with an incomprehensible expression.

The look in his eyes seemed to ask why.

"...Are you still alive?"

He saw with his own eyes that the rocket launchers of the 360,000th team covered the entire position!

The scorching temperature turned even the steel into molten iron!

How could this guy still be alive? !

Irena did not answer his question, she just held her chin and muttered to herself.

"Living... Well, this is an interesting question. It is said that only after death can there be life, so can people who cannot die be considered truly alive? This question has actually troubled me for a long time. I am not sure about this. What exactly is a foodie?"

After thinking for a long time, he still had no answer. He knelt down, smiled and patted the young man on the shoulder.

"Why don't you think about it for us? Anyway, you will have a lot of time to do this in the New Era."

Quincy looked at him blankly, then nodded slowly after a moment.

He had indeed heard rumors about the Alliance using clones to fight before, but he had never seen such smart clones.

Seeing this NPC being so obedient, Irena smiled and put a piece of candy in his hand.

"Just think of it as a deposit in advance. No need to thank me, I got it from Brother Big Eyes... Hahaha!"

After saying that, he smiled and waved, put the rifle on his shoulder, and walked away humming a tune.

The strong fortress had cracked open, and the approaching sound of cannons gave the survivors huddled under the ruins the hope of ending it all.

At this time, a massive landing operation was going on in the north of Batoya Province.

The 1.17 millionth unit, which had been forced to defect to Wilante Province a few months ago because they refused to fire on the compatriots, was led by Captain Pafica and came back in a landing craft to kill them again.

Looking at the warships lined up on the sea, Captain Mulvan, who led the 100,000th Servant Army, had despair written all over his face.

That's the fleet of the South China Sea Alliance!

Just as he was hesitating, thick and long naval guns and cruise missiles had already arrived at his position.

The roaring artillery fire tore the beach bunker into pieces, and the 1.17 millionth team boarded the place where they had escaped again!

In addition to infantry, those who washed up on the beach also included "Alligator" amphibious armored vehicles produced from the North Island of the South China Sea Alliance, and "Sea Lion" power armor using deuterium and tritium fusion reactors!

Facing this torrent of steel that crashed ashore along the waves, the 100,000th team almost collapsed at the first touch. They were washed to pieces without even being able to mount an effective resistance.

And for a moment, impassioned roars filled the communication channel of the 1.17 millionth team.

"For the glory of Commander Julius!"

"For the glory of the Velantans!"

"For liberation!"

"Let us save our people from hell! Crush these rats!"

Now that the Weiland Alliance has withstood the refugee offensive launched by the Southern Army, and the alliance from the east has also arrived at the city of Yat, they no longer need to surrender to the rat.

The Archon of Triumph City "Pangolin" stood on the steps of the House of Glory and gave a speech, condemning Tire for a series of crimes including concocting the Sisail Port massacre and treating civilians as bullets, etc., and announced on behalf of the Vaillante Alliance against Tire and His followers start a war!

Only the 1.17 millionth team will land first, and there will soon be another 200,000 teams heading to the front line!

Unable to withstand the ferocious offensive, Moore could only retreat in the direction of Yat City.

The troops of the Weiland Alliance are advancing southward with overwhelming momentum, echoing the alliance that has already attacked the suburbs of Yat City!

Not just the ground——

The encirclement and suppression of the Southern Legion's steel airships also continues.

With the help of the Academy, the Alliance successfully loaded the phaser cannon onto the train. Faced with an irreversible defeat, ten of the Southern Legion's remaining twenty airships had already defected.

Half of them defected to the Eastern Empire, while the rest defected to Triumph City.

Today, Tire is like a tiger whose teeth have been pulled out and locked in a cage. There is no chance of a comeback.

Even the "killing agent" he regarded as his trump card has now been suppressed by physical isolation measures in the southern part of the province of Valeant, turning it into a joke worse than Rowell's clay soil.

The last trump card of the Southern Army was also played by him.

No one can accompany him to charge again...