This Game Is Too Realistic

9 p.m.

This was the time when the Ya clan patrol team was changing shifts.

"This is for you."

The greyhound with a tired face said hello, picked up the rifle as usual, went downstairs and boarded a raft, and went to the sentry outside the Fourth District to change defenses.

They have not been having an easy time these days.

The alliance's airborne troops seemed to have made contact with the local guerrillas, and gunfire in the eastern region became more and more frequent.

He could clearly feel that the combat quality and firepower of those strike teams were much stronger than before.

In the past, those rats only dared to shoot at them with iron pipe rifles, but now they have changed into hiding in the windows with automatic rifles and shooting at them.

Some even used rocket launchers...

It’s hard to guard against!

The airborne troops are not idle either. In addition to training the strike force, they are also planning attacks themselves, and the scale is growing day by day.

Although the apostles of the Torch Church could always kill a group from time to time, these people soon appeared from other places.

Greyhounds even have a delusion.

It seems like there are more and more of these people being beaten?

Since a large number of armored troops and heavy firepower were deployed to the front line, the Ya clan was quite passive when facing the attacks of the raiders.

They have been forced to abandon a large number of checkpoints and outposts in the eastern urban area, effectively losing control of the eastern urban area.

Even if the strength of the patrol team has been increased to more than a hundred people, only Qian Tian dares to patrol.

"I hope I don't encounter their paratroopers today..."

The greyhound jumped onto the raft and prayed silently in his heart, sitting next to the other plunderers.

It's particularly quiet tonight.

When the raft was about to sail out of the fourth area, it started to rain. Seeing the sudden rain, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

As we all know, alliance aircraft only appear on sunny days.

Although rainy days are annoying, at least you don’t have to worry about your head.

"How long will this war last?"

"It should be soon," the man with the tattoo on his face poured his rifle down on the ground and looked at the rain in the sky. "Our commander said that the attack will start when the heavy rain falls."

"The harder this rain gets, the closer their death will be."

Alliance aircraft will be weakened in rainy weather.

Usually, they only need to dispatch one tank to capture a surviving stronghold with a thousand people. Now with so many tanks on the front line, and they are commanded by Lord Dillon, who is known as the God of War, victory is as easy as breathing.

Thinking of this, the people who had been harassed by the squadrons and paratroopers felt some comfort in their hearts. Although the process is a bit difficult, as long as you can win, it is worth it.

It is said that the northern suburbs of Qingquan City are a fertile land flowing with milk and honey, where there are endless treasures and endless food.

Just when Greyhound was dreaming about the good days ahead, a "whoosh" sound suddenly came from above his head. Before anyone could react to what was happening, a cloud of thick smoke exploded from the six-story building dozens of meters away.

The concrete blocks were blown into pieces and splashed in all directions, causing a series of splashes and ripples to form on the water that filled the streets. People ducked down to avoid the explosion amid screams and curses.

The split-claw crab not far away, disturbed by the explosion, roared hoarsely like grinding teeth and scurried restlessly in the shallow water.

In the chaos, the raft that plundered the people was leaning on the side of the road.

"Grass!"

"Cannonball?!"

"Damn it, are those cannonballers awake? Why did they hit the cannonballs here!" A plunderer with a sinister face cursed and roared.

A looter next to him shivered.

"No... I think even if it's not accurate, it won't be this far."

It seemed to confirm his guess.

Soon another cannonball fell, but this time it was farther away from them, landing a hundred or two hundred meters behind them.

Looking at the dark water, Greyhound said nervously.

"We'd better find a place to hide first...there are a lot of split-claw crabs here."

This sentence was unanimously recognized by everyone.

After tying the broken raft to the side of the road, everyone quickly fled into the half-collapsed building nearby and rushed to the second floor to hide.

There were constant explosions outside, and artillery shells fell one after another, as far as 600 meters away, and as close as right on the street below them.

Listening to the thunder-like sound of the cannon, a pair of eyes hidden in the darkness were filled with panic and confusion.

No one knows what happened.

This place is about 20 to 30 kilometers away from Qingshi County, and there are nearly 30 tanks and a thousand-man team separated in the middle.

They just want to know, where did these shells fly from? !

…

It was not only the patrols scattered throughout the city that suffered under the gunfire, but also the minions who gathered in the cells to have fun...

Even their chiefs and chiefs.

"Where did these shells come from!?"

Inside the reinforced concrete turret, people roared.

Since the entire Fourth District is submerged in water, most of the anti-gun bunkers are built in half-collapsed buildings rather than buried underground.

Hiding in the dark and cold turret, Jin Ya's black and green face was filled with rage and panic at the moment.

A few minutes ago, he was curled up in the warmth of his bed, playing with the "toys" he bought in dinars from merchants in the Bugra Free State.

However, he had just entered the state, and before he had time to enter, a cannonball landed in the smelly ditch not far from his window.

Soon a series of gunfire sounded.

The deafening roar scared him so much that he fell off the bed. He didn't even remember to bring his coat, so he rushed here dragging a body weighing more than 200 kilograms.

Hiding in this blockhouse with him were a group of his confidants and cronies.

At this moment, everyone's faces were still filled with frightened expressions, and they didn't know what to do.

Reaching out and grabbing one of his henchmen, Jinya shouted loudly in his face.

"Look south and see what happened!"

"Yes, yes!" The confidant nodded quickly and ran away crawling on the ground.

Looking at the figure disappearing at the door, Jin Ya finally regained his mood and calmed down... Although the two green bean-sized eyes were still filled with shock and suspicion.

He took the clothes from his subordinates and put them on. He found a sturdy chair and sat down, and began to think about what was going on here.

To be honest, when the shells first started to fall, he did not think about the alliance at first, but thought that the frontline troops had betrayed him.

This is also what worries him the most.

Although the legion commanders helped him win many battles, and Jinya admitted that without Dillon's help he would not have been able to win so smoothly, he still did not dare to give up command to those people. Worry that those people are out of your control.

No matter how stupid he is, he can still detect it.

The bonds between the former officers of the legion were much tighter than the bonds between himself and other captains and centurions.

That kind of loyalty was something he had never seen on his own face.

Once Dillon takes command, as long as he replaces his original subordinates with centurions and thousands, it will take a matter of minutes to replace him.

It turns out that predators believe in the law of the jungle and respect the strong. Not to mention that two-thirds of the current Ya clan are foreigners who joined them halfway, and they have no loyalty to themselves.

However……

This thought only stayed in Jin Ya's mind for two seconds.

He quickly realized that the frontline troops he sent to Songlin Valley were not equipped with indirect firepower such as 100mm artillery.

As a result, there are only two possibilities left.

Either the alliance has developed a super cannon that can effectively hit targets 20 kilometers away - or even 30 kilometers away.

Either they pushed the artillery position to Songlin Valley, or even to the north of Songlin Valley...

No matter which possibility it is, it is undoubtedly bad news for him.

After spending several hours in a long wait, if it weren't for the occasional sound of gunfire outside and the depression in his heart, Jin Ya could not help but doze off while sitting on the chair.

At this moment, footsteps finally came from outside, and the confidant he had sent to find out information hurriedly ran in.

Seeing the expression on the confidant's face and his evasive eyes, Jin Ya's heart suddenly trembled, and he had already vaguely guessed something.

Yet he still didn't expect it.

The real situation is far worse than I imagined...

"Songlinyu was occupied by the alliance?!"

How is this possible! !

After listening to the report of his confidant, Jinya stood up from the chair suddenly and wanted to go forward and grab the man's collar and ask again.

"Where's the thousand-man team stationed there?!"

The confidant's forehead was pressed against the ground and his voice trembled.

"It's all gone..."

The chair made an unbearable squeak.

Jin Ya was slumped on the chair, and in his wide eyes, panic, suspicion, disbelief... a series of expressions that were too complicated to describe flashed through his eyes.

Twenty-seven tanks!

Ten anti-aircraft vehicles!

These few dollars are the entire family wealth of the entire Ya clan!

In order to deal with those small aircraft, all the 10mm heavy machine guns that could be connected in series were modified by the craftsmen in the tribe.

But now someone told him that all of this...

Gone?

"..."

Facing this stark reality, Jin Ya fell into a long silence in confusion.

He still remembered that before setting off, Dillon swore to him that he could capture Dawn City's industrial area and farmland at the cost of at most ten tanks.

Exchanging limited equipment for unlimited supplies is a sure-fire deal.

However, let alone Shuguang City now, they haven't even seen the shadow of Qingshi County, and the shells have even fallen into their lair!

The teeth that were closed gradually made a clicking sound, and the gold teeth in the chest gradually began to rise and fall, and a series of angry curses were squeezed out from the gaps between the teeth.

"These are a bunch of losers who are more than capable of being defeated!"

"Where's Dillon?!"

"Where is that idiot now?"

"Tell him to come over here and see me!"

Listening to the series of roars as loud as thunder, the confidant who was kneeling on one knee was trembling, not daring to take a breath, for fear of being angered, so he spoke quickly and tremblingly.

"I, I don't know... We saw the alliance's army near the mountain col on the north side of Songlin Valley. They set up artillery and stationed many people there, and there were also patrolling scouts in the nearby woods."

"Thinking that you were still waiting for us to report back, we didn't dare to risk getting too close, so we thought about searching for broken soldiers who had escaped nearby, but we didn't find any of them."

Hearing these words, Jin Ya, who was furious, suddenly felt a thump in his heart.

A drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead unconsciously, and even the anger burning in his chest was extinguished a little.

No one escaped? !

This means that the alliance has wiped out all five of his thousands-man troops in a short period of time...

And it's still protected by countless armors.

The commanders and his followers surrounding him looked at each other in silence, exchanging the horror and surprise in each other's eyes.

At this time, a captain spoke.

"The Fourth District is a swamp, and the underground areas are flooded. It is impossible to build bombproof caves here. The bunkers on the surface cannot withstand the continuous bombing... I suggest moving to a place farther north."

"North? Do you want us to fight with the guerrillas for underground caves?"

"The guerrillas are in the east!"

"What's the difference? The underground tunnels in this city are all the same. They are familiar with the terrain there. If we hide in, we will die! Besides, how can more than 20,000 people hide in?!"

At this time, someone suddenly mentioned it.

"Otherwise... we should retreat to the north. Since there is no oil and water left in Xizhou City, we can just leave this piece of bad land to the alliance."

Hearing this sentence, many people had expressions of recognition on their faces.

"That makes sense..."

"Indeed, besides rats, there are endless guerrillas and paratroopers here."

"...and air strikes."

"In the worst case, we can go east, join the Snake Clan and the others, and go around to the eastern provinces..."

Some people didn't speak and looked at their leader cautiously.

At this moment, Jin Ya suddenly slammed the table.

"Enough!"

"Shut up, everyone!"

"Whoever dares to mention the retreat again, I will cut out his tongue and feed it to the dogs!"

There was silence in the room.

Looking at his subordinates who all closed their mouths and didn't speak, Jin Ya slowly regained his anger and rough breathing.

He admits that he doesn't have Dillon's commanding ability, but that doesn't mean he's stupid.

retreat?

There is no possibility of retreat at all!

Not to mention that all the trophies and slaves must be left here. Once they retreat, it means admitting the defeat of the Ya clan.

Those foreign tribesmen who were attracted by his reputation would soon abandon him and leave, set up their own business, or go back wherever they came from.

After crossing the Tianshui tributary, 20,000 people died and there were still just over 10,000 left. Anyway, we are reducing our numbers anyway, so why not reduce them on the battlefield and fight to the death with your alliance!

He still has more than 20,000 people on hand.

In a real street fight, he may not have no chance of winning!

Looking at his subordinates who closed their mouths and dared not speak, Jinya shouted angrily.

"Take your men and spread them out in the city for me. Watch every window and every building! Since those despicable and shameless gophers dare to come to your door, let them come. Give it a try!”

"As for shelling, bombing... let them just waste the shells. I want to see how many shells they have!"

No one dared to resist, let alone talk.

Even though I was complaining in my heart, I could only bow my head and accept it at this time.

Seeing the figures leaving and disappearing at the door one after another, Jin Ya slowly relaxed his tense muscles and shoulders and leaned on the back of the chair.

Looking up at the ceiling that was shaking under the roar of artillery fire, a hint of madness appeared on his face.

Come on!

Let me take a look!

Who has more people and whose son is faster?

…

"These fireworks are really beautiful..."

On a half-collapsed high-rise building.

Holding the square telescope in his hand, he was standing in the rain looking to the west with a faint smile on his face.

As for Lao Bai, who was standing not far next to him, he was checking the map and keeping in contact with the artillery team of the Goblin Corps through VM and a headset with camera equipment.

"The impact point of the artillery shell has been corrected 500 meters to the northwest... Don't worry, it's all recorded and will be passed on to you when it goes offline."

Just this afternoon, the alliance pushed its artillery troops from Qingshi County to the mountain depression five kilometers north of Songlin Valley, covering the entire south side of Xizhou City to the west side of the city under indirect fire coverage.

The bombardment officially began at nine o'clock.

The artillery team of the Goblin Corps, with the cooperation of the Burning Corps, launched round after round of fire attacks on the key outposts and fortifications built by the Ya clan in the Fourth District.

However, sex is a boring thing.

Especially since the "Hummingbird" hasn't been deployed yet, let alone seeing the explosion, we can't even hear the explosion of the shell.

If you want to know the hit effect, you can either listen to the frontline players dictating it on the radio, or you can only wait offline and let the good brothers upload the video to the official website.

"These plunderers are quite smart, Ju Yi knows how to turn off the lights." Ye Shi said in surprise as he watched the fires extinguishing in the distance.

Lao Bai replied briefly.

"It's normal. Ultra-long-distance indirect fire requires guidance from frontline troops, reporting artillery coordinates and shell impact points, and constantly correcting shooting parameters. They can guess that we are reporting coordinates nearby, but they just don't know where we are."

Rather.

These people are just now reacting.

It seems that Dillon's failure had a big impact on the prestige of those "consultants" in the tribe.

Normally, when the first shell fell, they should have realized the problem and put out all the open fires on the position.

"Stop talking nonsense, it's time to get to work," Guangfeng, who was carrying a lot of wires and speakers, patted Ye Shi on the shoulder, "Come and help me."

…

Camps separated by more than ten kilometers.

Players standing near the 100mm artillery are studying the target of the next round of shelling.

In the past few hours, they have fired more than a dozen rounds, pouring nearly two hundred 100mm grenades towards the fourth area.

Suddenly, in a tent not far from the artillery position, a prisoner of war wearing headphones was sitting in front of a recording device, nervously reading a manuscript in his hand.

"...I am Centurion Wabu under the Bear Tooth Account. I come from the Bugla Free State. I used to have a serious job. I was blinded by greed and was tricked into coming here."

"I repent for the sins I committed in the past, and I also hope that people like me from the Bugla Free State or other areas can wake up in time... There is no fertile soil with milk and honey ahead, only rivers. Blood, mountains of corpses.”

"Wake up, how long have we been in Xizhou City? How many brothers have died for the meaningless battle? Sleeping with rats, cutting meat from corpses... how long has it been since we had a decent lunch? How long will we continue to be deceived by that fat pig sitting on the pile of human bones?”

Read this.

The more Wabu thought about it, the more he felt so wronged.

When he was in the Bugla Free State, he could drink twice in three days. However, since he came to Xizhou City, he couldn't drink anymore, and his appearance was almost gone.

Emotions welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but raise his voice.

"...the plunderers of Xizhou City, the army of the Alliance has arrived at the city. The sound of cannons last night is an ultimatum!"

"Your Chief of Staff Dillon has been killed, and Xiong Ya and other commanders have surrendered. You have no chance of winning against the aircraft and artillery of the Alliance. The outcome of this war has long been determined, and surrender is your only way out!"

"The Alliance does not kill prisoners of war, but gives preferential treatment to those who surrender. As long as you hold the leaflets, whether you go to the local guerrillas or come south to directly find the patrols of the Alliance, the alliance promises with credibility that we will ensure your safety. ”

"If someone is obsessed with it--"

"Then pay for your sins with your death!"

I finished reading the manuscript in my hand.

Wabu turned around tremblingly and looked at the blue power armor standing at the entrance of the camp.

"My dear sir, I have finished reading the manuscript you gave me... May I ask if you have any other instructions? Your most loyal servant is willing to serve you."

That face was full of flattery and flattery.

Chu Guang ignored him, just looked at the soldiers standing aside and said briefly.

"Take it down and watch."

The soldier looked serious and stood in a salute.

"yes!"

Later, there was a tank commander, and Chu Guang also prepared a manuscript for him, mainly to read to the former officers of the regiment.

Once the news of Dillon's disastrous defeat in Songlin Valley spreads, the status of those officers in the Bone Chewing Tribe will inevitably plummet.

These people are also targets of rebellion.

Even if you don't instigate rebellion, you can still give them some eye drops.

After the H-1 flies over tomorrow and airdrops the leaflets, the Burning Corps' dozen loudspeakers deployed near the Fourth District will take advantage of the intervals between shelling to continuously broadcast recordings of persuasion to surrender.

After Wabu was taken down, a man covered in bandages was brought in.

His name is Bagro, and he is a tank commander. To everyone's surprise, this guy jumped out before the tank was blown up.

Of course, what surprised Chu Guang even more was that this guy was not one of Dillon's subordinates, nor was he affiliated with the 210,000th team.

Instead, it comes from the 140,000th Corps of the Legion Expeditionary Force—a regiment made up of armored units such as tanks and infantry fighting vehicles.

Looking at the recording equipment, Bagero had already guessed what the man in power armor in front of him planned to do, so he said simply.

"Do I need to express myself, or read from a script?"

Chu Guang pointed to the table next to him with his chin.

"The manuscript is there. You can also use it yourself first and then read it again according to the manuscript. But before that, I want to ask you something."

Bagero stopped walking towards the recording equipment.

"What's the matter?"

Chu Guang looked at him with interest.

"Have you guys made an appointment?"