This Game Is Too Realistic

Hearing Chu Guang's words, Bagero was stunned for two seconds and said hesitantly.

"An appointment means..."

Chu Guang continued to ask.

"Most of the prisoners of war we captured from the legion are from the 210,000th team of the expeditionary force, that is, the subordinates of the commander of Dillon. They claim to be the bone-chewing tribe who followed their superiors... so you are also that one Dillon’s subordinates?”

Bagero shook his head and said.

"I used to belong to the 140,000th Team..."

"I know," Chu Guang looked into his eyes and got down to the topic, "What makes me curious is how you managed to confuse the tank commander of the Ya clan."

It seemed like he was stuck in memories.

Bagero paused for a moment and then spoke.

"Probably some time ago, my 140,000th team suffered a casualty while fighting the Great Rift Valley. I almost thought I was dead, but I was lucky enough to survive..."

"You are indeed very lucky. Let's talk about it." Chu Guang glanced at the bandages on his body and continued.

"...I didn't go back to join the expeditionary force, and I couldn't go back at all, so I went to the Bugla Free State in the south of the Great Rift Valley and got a job as a mechanical repairman there, barely able to support myself. Then one day I went to a pub for a drink and happened to meet my former boss, who said he wanted to introduce me to a new job.”

"Driving a tank for the plunderers?"

Bagero was silent for a while, but finally chose to confess.

"He told me that a friend of his had obtained a batch of tanks but could not find professional drivers. If I was interested in returning to my old business and training a group of professional drivers for them, they were willing to pay me a one-time payment of five dollars. The reward is ten thousand dinars. If there is a mission, there will be additional rewards, and maybe a chance to go home."

Chu Guang raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Then you went to Gold Teeth?"

Bagero shook his head and said helplessly.

"That was what happened later... At first, he introduced me to a well-known local arms dealer named 'Flint'. I initially thought I would get a job as a training instructor and bodyguard, but I didn't expect that they would I packed the tank and sold it to the Bone Chewing Tribe."

Chu Guang joked.

"So you are still a victim?"

"I have no intention of defending myself. Reasons are not necessary at all, are they?" Bagero said calmly, "If you lose, you lose. I lost to you and my own arrogance... Now I am your prisoner, that's all."

This guy has quite a personality.

Chu Guang didn't completely believe this guy's words, and he really didn't care much whether he was voluntarily or forced to plunder.

However, from his words, Chu Guang captured two pieces of information that concerned him.

[The relationship between the arms dealers in the Bugla Free State and the bone-chewing tribe may not be as simple as business dealings. The latter is suspected of being supported by the former. 】

as well as--

[The Legion is very likely to be involved! 】

Although Chu Guang had heard about the Bugla Free State a long time ago, it was said that in a surviving settlement in the north near the Great Rift Valley, there was a group of people who handled the stolen goods for the plunderers and sold them some good things. peddler.

However, Chu Guang did not take this matter to heart at that time. After all, Honghe Town had done business with the Bone Chewing Tribe before, and this kind of thing was too common in the wasteland.

Now it seems that this matter may not be as "simple" as I thought.

Chu Guang jotted down this clue, looked at Bagero and continued to ask.

"Last question, what is the name of your commander? What is his rank?"

Although these were two questions, Bagero answered truthfully.

"Kandra, the captain of the 140,000th expeditionary force... is probably of the same level as Dillon."

Condra?

Chu Guang said thoughtfully.

"knew."

Bagero looked at the recording equipment nearby, then looked at Chu Guang, and asked hesitantly.

"Can I...can we start?"

Turning off the screen projected on the inside of the helmet's eyepiece, Chu Guang nodded.

"Let's get started."

…

The next day.

Jinya, who had been tortured by the New Alliance's bombardment all night, finally came to the sunrise on the first day of suffering.

The heavy rain stopped and the sky cleared up.

Jinya had people pile up roadblocks on the streets of the southern city to prevent the vehicles from moving forward, and deployed the thousand-man team in pieces in the half-collapsed ruins and alleys, preparing to fight with the new alliance soldiers marching into the city. Fight to the death.

However——

The decisive battle that Jin Ya and his subordinates dreamed of did not come.

After the New Alliance troops advanced the front line to the southern suburbs of Xizhou City, they stood still and even dug trenches under their noses.

Of course, Jinya couldn't bear to build fortifications in front of his own house. He immediately mobilized a reserve team of a thousand people and ordered them to stop it and explore the reality of the new alliance.

However——

Something that made him desperate soon happened.

The thousand-man team had almost just come out of the city, and before they even touched the New Alliance's position, they were hit by ferocious firepower.

Two quad-mounted anti-aircraft trucks were hidden on both sides of the ruins of the viaduct in the south of the city in the middle of the night yesterday. The fronts of the trucks were covered with camouflage cloth, and their muzzles were leveled and pointed at the northern city.

When the group of people appeared in sight, Brother Mole did not immediately give the order to fire, but first let them move forward for a while.

When they got close to a distance of about 400 meters, the group finally discovered the anomaly ahead. Brother Mole then put down the telescope and shouted excitedly.

"Hit me hard!"

The two quadruple anti-aircraft guns opened fire at the same time, unleashing a ferocious rain of bullets.

The series of "bang bang bang bang--" sound of the cannons was like a death spell, and the 20mm high-explosive bombs fired opened a rain of fire in the air.

Under the cover of Gongcha's firepower, the thousand-man team that came out of the city to fight suffered heavy casualties in an instant and was pinned behind the bunker unable to move.

"Ahhhh--my leg!" The plunderer, who was missing a section of his calf, lay on the back of the rubble, hugging his knees and wailing in pain.

At this time, several mortar shells landed on their position one after another, which immediately worsened their situation.

The centurion on the side had blood-red eyes, filled with anger and fear. Although he wanted to cut off the heads of the blue gophers and make wine flasks, in the end the fear of death prevailed.

he shouted in panic behind him.

"Boss! Their firepower is too fierce!"

"Without the protection of tanks...we can't rush through at all!"

The implication is——

Withdraw.

However, their captain clearly had no intention of retreating, and Lord Jinya's order left him with no way to retreat...

"Everyone spread out and crawl forward! Their artillery shells are limited. If we rush to a distance of 200 meters, we will win!" The commander of the plundering army, who was personally commanding the front line, let out a crazy roar, "Their mortars have been targeted. If we don’t want to die, just move!”

"Who dares to withdraw——"

"I'll kill him now!"

Hearing this, despair appeared in the eyes of almost all the looters.

In front of them are the guns of the New Alliance, and behind are the guns of their own people. They are caught in the middle, and there is a dead end in both directions.

Under the constant urging and intimidation of the captain, the plunderers lying on the ground began to move forward in despair.

Looking at the position ahead, Elf King Fugui, standing behind half of the bridge pier, looked at Brother Mole who was directing the shooting and shouted.

"They are only 250 meters away from us."

Irena stood under the bridge pier and said in surprise.

"Good guy, you climbed pretty fast."

The maximum range of the Iron Fist rocket launcher is almost at this distance. If you climb another fifty or ten meters, those looters will be able to fight back.

Bullets were already flying towards this side, making clanging and scraping sounds on the welded steel plate of the truck.

The fugitive mole in the canyon put down the telescope in his hand and waved his right hand back.

"withdraw!"

The two anti-aircraft trucks began to retreat.

The two trucks deployed at the rear slowly raised the muzzles of the guns behind them, aiming at the advancing plunderers, and hit them with two 88mm grenades.

The shock wave of the explosion and the billowing dust kicked up took over the firepower of the anti-aircraft guns and briefly suppressed the advancing plunderers.

At this moment, one hundred and fifty tough men from the Jungle Corps entered the battlefield.

Before the plunderers could get excited when they saw the anti-aircraft guns finally being fired, the incoming machine gun fire pinned them to the ground as they were about to stand up and charge.

A KV-1 exoskeleton with welded steel plates is held up in front, and each man is equipped with an LD-47j light machine gun. The firepower has not decreased but increased compared to before!

Looking at the battle situation ahead, a trace of despair finally appeared on the face of the commander who was personally commanding the front line.

These people...

Totally devilish!

Probably seeing the tragic situation on the front line, a signal flare was raised from behind. Looking at the two green lights rising into the sky, the captain finally breathed a sigh of relief and shouted to his brothers on the front line.

"retreat!!"

The plunderers who had almost crawled under the guns of others wanted to curse when they heard this, but it was always a good thing to retreat.

The plunderers at the back fired forward, covering the retreat of the brothers in front.

But at this moment, a silver cross flew silently over them, and suddenly started pouring ferocious artillery fire.

Facing the rain of fire falling from the sky, not only the thousand-man team that came out of the city to fight were stunned, but also the defenders squatting inside the city.

What the hell is this? !

Although the New Alliance's planes had pooped on their heads before, they could at least use their rifles to shoot at those gliders made of wood, especially when those planes were diving. Beaten down once or twice.

However, the plane that arrived this time was different from the previous ones. Not only did it have no intention of coming down, it even opened fire outside their range.

What the hell is this?

Being hit by artillery fire from all directions, the thousand-man team that came out of the city to fight could no longer maintain their morale, and immediately fled backwards in defeat.

When we left the city, we still had a team of 1,121 people. When we came back, we couldn't even make up two centurions, and there was not a single person alive who was not successful.

Looking at the defeated generals who were beaten to a pulp, the looters squatting in bunkers and behind windows swallowed involuntarily, feeling the same panic in their hearts.

Facing such a terrifying opponent...

Do they really have a chance of winning?

At this moment, a transport plane passed over everyone's heads. The looters squatting on the street fled into the alley. The looters standing by the window also hurriedly hid their heads to avoid it.

The sound of the new alliance's propellers had eroded the fear engraved in their DNA.

But soon they unexpectedly discovered that what was dropped this time was not a bomb, but leaflets falling like snowflakes...

"...What is this?" He carefully picked up a piece of paper from the ground, and the Greyhound unfolded it and took a look.

The papers were rough in workmanship, with a line of text on the front and a picture on the back.

He was illiterate and couldn't understand what the words meant, but he could see the following pictures clearly. One picture showed a staggering corpse, and the number written next to it probably represented the number of people killed. As for the background, it should be Songlinyu.

Another picture shows a group of prisoners holding bowls in hand before a cauldron to receive food.

In addition, there are several black and white photos printed below.

He recognized Dillon among them. There was a cross drawn on the portrait, and there were lion teeth and bear teeth next to it... The others were probably captains, but he didn't recognize them.

These should be prisoners...

There was a hint of surprise in Greyhound's eyes, and also a bit of complexity.

At this time, there was a whisper from the side.

"As a prisoner of the alliance, you can save your lives... With this leaflet, you can voluntarily surrender and be promoted to the supervisor of the prisoner of war camp."

Greyhound looked to the side and saw a short man holding a leaflet in his hand and muttering quietly.

Noticing Greyhound's gaze, the man was obviously panicked and hurriedly hid the flyer.

But Greyhound didn't say anything, he just walked over as if nothing happened and reached out to hook his shoulder.

"What's written on this paper?"

The man answered tremblingly.

"No, it's nothing...it's just about persuading people to surrender."

Greyhound subconsciously asked, "Isn't it written how to surrender? Just walk over with the leaflet? What if you are beaten to death?"

The man glanced at the greyhound in surprise, then quickly glanced left and right. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he immediately whispered quickly.

"Just hold up the leaflets... don't bring weapons with you. The soldiers of the alliance and the guerrillas don't know how to shoot, and you don't want to shoot either? We can work together -"

"Okay, stop talking," Greyhound quickly stopped him and stared at him with threatening eyes, "Just pretend that what happened today never happened. You didn't say anything, and I didn't ask anything. Remember?"

The man nodded nervously.

Greyhound patted him on the shoulder, turned around and returned to his seat. As for the flyer, he quietly hid it in his pocket.

He didn't know why he was asking this.

He never thought about surrender.

However, when he saw the tragic situation of the friendly troops who came out of the city to fight, he finally failed to muster up the courage to throw away the leaflets...

Just think of it as leaving a way out.

Greyhound comforted himself in his heart and put the matter aside for the time being.

However, at this moment, a broadcast suddenly sounded in the city.

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

The loud sound echoed over the city.

Listening to the deafening sound of the radio, the looters looked at each other, and everyone saw confusion in each other's eyes.

Especially when they heard that the invincible Dillon had died in battle, and all the tanks they were proud of had been destroyed...

This is far more desperate than the shelling that lasted all night yesterday.

…

"These shameless cowards! Bed bugs! Cockroaches! Cowardly guys!"

The people from the alliance did not enter the city, but airdropped leaflets persuading them to surrender. This was something Jinya never expected.

What he didn't expect even more was that they actually set up a radio under his nose to trick those weak-willed people into surrendering.

surrender?

These two words do not exist in the bone-chewing tribe!

"These dirty gophers actually...use such despicable methods!"

Jin Ya tore the flyer in his hand into fine snowflakes, and after venting his anger, he looked at the subordinates in the room who did not dare to say a word.

"When you go down, check me one by one!"

"If there is any coward who dares to hide leaflets or things like those on the radio, I will peel off his skin and hang it in the window!"

"Also - keep an eye on your respective defense areas. If they set up a broadcast again, I will go up and dismantle it immediately!"

Everyone lowered their heads tremblingly, not daring to say a word, so they could only nod and accept the order.

"yes……"

After coming out of the room, everyone had gloomy expressions on their faces. They didn't dare to stay here any longer, and they all hurriedly walked towards the outside of the turret.

"The leader has gone crazy..."

Yan Ya glanced at the door behind him, swallowed and muttered softly.

Yun Ya, who was standing next to him, heard this and was so frightened that he quickly made a silencing gesture with his index finger, and then glanced left and right.

"Shh... don't talk nonsense. Do you want to die?!"

Yan Ya shrank his neck and immediately closed his mouth without opening his mouth.

Although their leader was very cruel before, he was nothing compared to now. Last night, a man was hacked to death on his bed just because he mentioned the retreat. His body was hung on a lamp stand, and a sign that read "Coward" was hung around his neck.

Now the entire tribe, whether they are direct members, side members or outsiders, whether they are the minions below or the leaders above, are all shrouded in an atmosphere of terror, and everyone is in danger...

In the past, when Dillon was still here, he could still give him a few words of advice, but now, this guy can't listen to anyone's opinions.

The idea of ​​​​escape suddenly appeared in Yanya's mind, and even he himself was shocked by this idea.

He has fought all the way from the northern part of Hehe River to this place. He can be regarded as a man who has experienced hundreds of battles. However, this is the first time that he has such an idea that only a coward would have...

…

"Wasteland OL" official website.

As the war came to an end, more and more battle videos and screenshots were released, and the forum became increasingly popular.

Each corps took turns to show off their achievements. Not only did the players enjoy watching it, but also the cloud players who had not yet qualified for the closed beta test.

"Awesome! The Stuka did it!"

"The damn Stuka is just a dive bomb, okay?"

"Gunship! Aerial gunship!"

"It looks like a C-47, and a bit like a TB-3...but it's actually electric. What kind of battery can it match the energy tonnage of fuel?! And the aluminum alloy material is also awesome, the 37mm cannon The recoil is not that small, it still fires continuously.”

"Haha, I heard that the setting is solid hydrogen."

"Using fuel cells to make propeller planes?! Awesome!"

"Why don't you just use a hair dryer when you have solid hydrogen? (Funny)"

"It's probably to save costs. In yesterday's battle, it seemed that only one round of rockets was fired, followed by heavy artillery shelling."

"I think rather than developing aircraft, we have to develop tanks first. How about making an electric T-72?"

"Solid hydrogen lighter? How about we just use fuel, that one is safer. (Funny)"

Cloud players mostly focus on unscientific equipment and overhead technologies that are almost impossible to achieve in reality.

As for the players...

The focus is mostly on the gameplay and strategy of the game.

For example, the fugitive mole in the canyon made a special post to show off that he was the one who drew the surrender leaflets dropped by Alliance planes!

But everyone obviously doesn't care about his painting skills, especially when he paints things other than pictures.

The post quickly went viral.

Forcing others to do something difficult: "Speaking of flyers, I found an Easter egg."

Mole on the run in the canyon: "What Easter egg?"

Forced to do something difficult: "Hey, I thought it was a pity that some flyers fell in a deserted place. I was afraid that the looters wouldn't find them, so I secretly picked some up and stuffed them into the room where they slept. But in the afternoon, I wanted to go back I took a look to see what the effect of persuading them to surrender was, but none of them surrendered. All five people in the room hung outside the windows. "

Fang Chang: "What the hell!?"

Ye Shi: "6666!"

Crow Crow: "Wait a minute, why is it hanging outside the window? Σ(ﾟдﾟllll)"

Makabazi: "Do you still need to ask? You are their leader. You see that your men are trying to escape. What should you do?"

Crow Crow: "It's so miserable..."

Stop talking nonsense: "What's the point? It would be even worse if you were caught by them."

Irena: "Not necessarily. In the case of Crow Crow, maybe it's not miserable. Rounding it off is about not miserable at all. (Funny)"

Crow Crow: "Go away! ( # ｀д′)✄╰ひ╯"

Mole on the run in the canyon: "Hey, Brother Rat is still vicious."

Elf King Fugui: "Quie, this is too vicious. (Funny)"

Forcing others to do something difficult: "???What does it mean to be vicious! I mean well! Are you polite?"

The edge of the water stroked: "Hey, Shi Ke can't be killed. You have touched their house, so you should give them a good time."

Trying to force others into a difficult situation: "I think so too, but the problem is that I can't beat it! T.T"

Trash Picking Level 99: "Hahahaha!"

"..."

night.

Chu Guang, who was resting in the tent, was browsing the forum through VM.

When he saw his little players vividly describing one set of sexy operations after another, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"...This is too much punishment!"

Stuffing leaflets under other people's pillows or in the pockets of clothes is not the sauciest thing.

There are also those who wait beside the building where the radio is installed, or even install trip wire grenades in the corridor...

In order to stabilize the crumbling morale, the looters had to endure the injuries while venturing deep into urban areas with weak control to dismantle the speakers tied to the walls, hidden in the wreckage of abandoned trucks, and installed on the roofs of buildings.

But they soon discovered that this stick was in vain.

The local rangers were far more familiar with the terrain outside the four-zone area than they were. Often they would dismantle the loudspeakers in the north and install the loudspeakers in the south.

It's like a gourd that has been pressed has lifted up. You focus on this end but not on the other end.

The Burning Legion and the local guerrillas roaming the city only need one loudspeaker to keep an entire team of 100 people busy for half a day.

Throughout the day, the plunderers in the city were not idle...

in the communication channel.

Ma Ban, who was stationed in Hope Town, while reporting the progress of his work to Chu Guanglu, also reported on the situation of persuading surrender.

"...So far, we have received more than a hundred prisoners here. I was worried that there were spies among them who were robbing prisoners, so I did not take them to Hope Town, but placed them in an abandoned subway in the east of the city. Stand still, the squadron is watching them."

After a pause, Maban continued to ask.

"Are we going to keep these people?"

Chu Guang smiled faintly and said, "Keep them. We said we won't kill the prisoners, so we can't break our promise. Besides, keeping them is useful. Someone must take care of those prisoners of war."

When people are dead, they just scratch the soil, but when they are alive, they can be used as dry batteries. With the rationing of the minimum living standards, not much food is used.

There are still many resources that can be developed around Xizhou City. Some people have to do the jobs that most people don't want to do.

When this war is over, the number of prisoners of war will probably be greater than the population of the alliance. It is unrealistic to rely on the NPC Corps to manage tens of thousands of people.

The person who surrenders first will be the overseer, and the person who surrenders later will be the coolie. When the time comes, he only needs to select a few guards and take care of the overseers.

Those prisoners who surrendered first and those captured on the battlefield were naturally on opposite sides. In order to prove their loyalty and "difference", they will work harder to express themselves and move to draw a clear line with other prisoners of war.

Ma Ban probably guessed the intention of the manager, and said with a knowing smile.

"I understand what you mean!"

Chu Guang nodded.

"It's okay if you understand. Is there anything else?"

"One last thing," Maban continued after a pause, "one of the prisoners who surrendered today... brought a message."

letter?

Chu Guang said with interest as he sat up straight from the chair.

"Whose message?"

"A captain named Yanya," Maban said cautiously, "That messenger claims to be Yanya's confidant, and they are responsible for the defense line on the west side of the Fourth District."

Chu Guang glanced at the map.

The west side of Siyu District is connected to Xizhou Lake, which is a submerged shoal and swamp. The environment and terrain are dangerous, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is precisely because of this that the Ya clan may not deploy too many manpower there.

But his confidants will definitely be placed there.

Chu Guang's heart moved slightly.

"What else did he say?"

Maban continued.

"The messenger said that their commander was willing to surrender to us and wanted to ask if we could show him a way out..."

-

(Don’t dare to talk nonsense, just smile... The next chapter of the "Northern Expedition Expansion Pack" is over, followed by the chapters of the Great Rift Valley, Enterprises, and Legions.)