This Game Is Too Realistic

Outpost reception room.

Yi Chuan, who came from Embassy Street, finally caught Chu Guang who had just come out of the shelter, and he got straight to the point when they met.

"McCron's on your hand?"

Chu Guang stared at him twice and nodded.

"That's right."

Yi Chuan was slightly stunned.

He originally thought that Chu Guang would shirk the blame or pretend to be ignorant, but he didn't expect that Chu Guang would directly admit it.

Seeing that this guy didn't speak for a long time, even though Chu Guang guessed what he probably wanted to say, he still asked politely.

"Any questions?"

After coming back to his senses, Yi Chuan coughed lightly.

"Well, it's not a big deal. The council asked me to ask you if you can send McClun to our side for detention. After all, you want war criminals, and you send people to dig coal... It's still a bit inappropriate, and It will affect subsequent ceasefire negotiations.”

"Ceasefire negotiations?" Chu Guang glanced at him with a strange expression, "Where are you now?"

Knowing that Chu Guang would react like this, Yi Chuan continued to talk to Yu patiently.

"We have liberated Oasis No. 9 and captured McClun... The chips in our hands are enough to make the Legion sit down at the negotiating table."

"What to talk about?"

"Of course they are retreating. Their supply lines have been paralyzed and they have no ability to continue to attack. We can't take down their defenses in a short time. Continuing to fight is nothing more than a war of attrition, consuming each other's vitality... The ceasefire has a realistic basis. , they will consider it.”

Seeing what Chu Guang was going to say, Yi Chuan quickly spoke.

"Don't rush to veto it. Why don't you listen to our proposal first?"

Chu Guang nodded, his eyes indicating for him to continue.

Yichuan paused and continued.

"We plan to use McClun and other prisoners of war, as well as the Heart of Steel, to exchange for the crew of the Trailblazer. As for the issue of Shelter 0, we can put it aside for the time being... Of course, the Heart of Steel is now yours to use, and we I won’t let you pay in vain. As compensation, we will leave the Pioneer to you, what do you think?”

Objectively speaking, this proposal is quite sincere.

A Pioneer is indeed much more useful to the Alliance than an airship modified from the core of a frigate. That thing is a mobile industrial zone. As long as the supply of raw materials is sufficient, it can easily supply a division.

Otherwise, the legion would not be so coveted, pursuing and intercepting him one after another, and even went to great lengths to send the Heart of Steel to chase Luo Hua.

However, there was still a trace of displeasure on Chu Guang's face.

Is he the kind of person who would betray his allies for profit?

"Where's Oasis No. 3?"

Yi Chuan was stunned for a moment and looked at Chu Guang with a strange expression, as if he was surprised that he suddenly mentioned this irrelevant place name.

Seeing that Chu Guang was not joking, Yi Chuan calmed down and spoke in a serious tone.

"It is not realistic for the legion to give up the occupied areas, but we can put pressure on them and force the legion's own troops to evacuate from Oasis No. 3... As for the rest, let the survivors of Luoxia Province solve it themselves."

Although this is a statement of high emotional intelligence, the implication is obvious, that is, the honey badger kingdom is sold.

There is nothing wrong with doing so.

The enemy of the enemy is a friend who can be united. This temporary friendship is established but needs to be continued.

As long as a ceasefire can be achieved and the legion can stop its eastward expansion, it is just an oasis. The stand of the enterprise is completely expendable.

Originally, those people were not on this tank, but just happened to be squatting in a trench. The only thing to blame was that they themselves could not resist for even a week.

To be honest, Chu Guang didn't want to fight. The alliance had just started and it needed development. Peace was of course more in the interests of the alliance.

The prerequisite is true peace.

It’s not like both sides take a breath and then get up and continue fighting.

"Even if we have to leave it to the survivors of Luoxia Province to solve it themselves, it should be after we have liberated Oasis No. 3 and disbanded the Falcon Kingdom's armed forces."

Yichuan was stunned for two seconds after hearing this, and then said with a wry smile.

"My friend...do you think this is realistic?"

"Why not?" Chu Guang asked Yu.

Yi Chuan reminded.

"The Legion dispatched ten clone regiments to the front line."

Chu Guang did not hesitate.

"We will solve it naturally."

Yi Chuan couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"What happens after it's solved? Are they going to send ten more clone groups over? They have as many consumables as they want, two for one. Can you kill them all?"

"Because we can't kill them all, we plan to solve this problem once and for all." Chu Guang stared seriously into his eyes, "My friend, didn't we agree that we will kill all the jackals together?" Deported?"

"...That's the overall goal. We don't expect to achieve it all at once. It's simply unrealistic." Yi Chuan shook his head and continued earnestly, "Just give it up when it's good."

Chu Guang's expression did not change at all.

"You have to wait until the fight is over, not in the middle of the fight. Our people lost a lot of blood, and finally gained a little advantage and grabbed the jackal's throat. If you don't take advantage of this opportunity, Break its neck and I won’t be able to sleep.”

Yichuan was silent for a while.

Maybe there would be no progress even if he continued. He sighed as if giving up and took a step back and said.

"Going back to the first question, at least extradite General McClung to us——"

However, his concessions did not bring about compromises from his allies. Chu Guang still looked like he was unwilling to make any progress, and shook his head and said.

"Now is not the time to discuss the resettlement of prisoners of war. Even if we want to discuss it, it will have to wait until the battle is over."

Seeing that this guy was so stunned that he wouldn't even give in, Yi Chuan almost spat out a mouthful of blood, blushed and said, "Hey!"

"I can't explain it to the council if you do this!"

Looking at the expression on his face, Chu Guangyou knew that he was about to drive this honest man into a panic, so he quickly changed his tone of voice.

"It's not that I want to embarrass you, it's that the entire alliance will not agree to a ceasefire at this time... Let's do this. I promise you that we will end this war before the end."

Yichuan gritted his teeth.

"What if it doesn't end before the end?"

Chu Guang said in a relaxed tone.

"If the predicament is not over, then I will agree to your terms and sit down and talk with the legion."

…

Personal friendship is one thing, and collective interests are another. When negotiating with enterprises on behalf of the alliance, Chu Guang did not save much face for Yi Chuan.

The reason why McClung was thrown into the coal mine was because he didn't want this guy to have too much contact with the company and leave too many illusions to his old friends on the East Coast.

The board of directors is composed of more than one person, and the opinions of the majority will inevitably sway with the number of votes.

The two seemingly contradictory positions of "unswerving support" and "feeling sorry for the money" are not contradictory when it comes to companies. It is better to say that this is the norm.

Chu Guangjun knew that when the attitude should be tough, he must be tough, and he must not be embarrassed just because he was a softie.

If he opens an opening and hands over McClun to the company, the board of directors on the east coast of Kuaishou will start arguing about whether to use Maclun to negotiate with the Legion alone, in case something happens. Come, it will add variables to the battle situation.

At least in this war, he didn't think it was something that needed to be debated.

After leaving Chu Guang, Yi Chuan returned to Embassy Street and was worrying about how to write a report to the council.

It happened that Yun You was here at this time, and when she saw the sad expression on his face, she couldn't help but speak.

"Is there a falsehood?"

Yi Chuan shook his head.

"not."

Yun You frowned slightly and lowered her arms.

"I'll go talk to him."

Yi Chuan quickly stopped her.

"Don't... finally made some progress. Take your time and leave this matter to me."

Yun You stared at him twice and suddenly spoke.

"With all due respect, you spoil them too much."

"We have spent more than one billion to help them fight this war and help them upgrade their industries. We are the investors! If you don't speak tougher, those survivors will only think that you are easy to bully, and they will even try to take advantage of you. Just like this...if you can't do it well, I will submit a report to the council and ask them to change representatives who can better represent the interests of the company."

Yi Chuan didn't know how to refute, so he said with a wry smile.

"I'll try again...give me some time."

…

Unable to withstand Yi Chuan's insistence, Chu Guang finally gave in and transferred McClun and his adjutant from the coal mine in Xizhou City and sent them to a separate small room.

Not exactly what the council wanted.

But according to Yi Chuan, by the end of the month, Ideal City plans to send reporters over to interview General McClung and other captured officers.

If those reporters are informed that the alliance is suspected of "prisoner abuse," it will undoubtedly damage the image that the alliance has worked so hard to build.

According to Yi Chuan, the residents of Ideal City would rather see the Alliance convince people with reason and use "the brilliance of civilization" to influence the prisoners of war, making them realize that their actions are wrong and barbaric, and repent from the bottom of their hearts.

Chu Guang was naturally disdainful of this.

Since ancient times, it has never been civilization that can tame wild beasts, but whips, sticks and little boys. If you really want them to realize their mistakes, you should send them to the coal mines to realize the incompetence of humans and beasts during labor.

What's more, compared to the way those Wilantes treated slaves and other survivors, the Alliance's treatment of them can be considered benevolent.

However, considering that the alliance still needed the support of old friends, Chu Guang said nothing more.

Anyway, the number of prisoners of war in the Alliance has almost reached three percent of the total population.

There are no shortage of one or two in the coal mine.

…

Southeast of Oasis No. 3.

The warriors who had been showing off their food in the rear for more than a month finally took the opportunity to go to the front line and changed places to continue wasting food.

The convertible Jeep painted in desert color stopped at the foot of a sand dune.

After Chief Colway got out of the car, Warfield looked at the surrounding positions.

I saw only criss-crossing trenches connecting the mountains. Looking at the mountains and plains, they looked like bullet holes.

In addition to trenches reinforced with wood and sandbags, there are also machine gun forts covered with camouflage nets and anti-aircraft gun emplacements half buried in the sand.

More than 100,000 infantrymen were dispersed along a front line that was tens of miles long, and the entire position was beaten into an iron bucket, so strong that not even a fly could fly in.

After getting out of the car, Colway looked at the soldiers waiting at the bunker and gave orders.

"Notify the acting captain of the 7th Hundred and ask him to bring all the brothers over to assemble."

"Yes! Sir!"

The soldier stood at attention, gave a military salute, and immediately trotted to the gun-proof hole next to him. He quickly trotted back with an officer.

"The acting captain of the 7th Centurion, Beaufort, is reporting to you!"

After waiting for a while.

The teams squatting in the trenches also left their combat positions one after another. Under the command of the tenth captain, they gathered next to the bunker and managed to form a relatively neat queue.

To be honest, if I hadn't seen the brutal appearance of those clone soldiers fighting in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, the warlord would never have imagined how powerful these people could be.

It is different from the kind of clones that develop normally.

Most of these clone soldiers have dull eyes and slow reactions. They have some obvious or not obvious physical defects on their bodies, or they have obvious and hidden injuries from the previous battle.

The eight-fold growth rate is their only advantage. It only takes two years to reach the physical fitness of a sixteen-year-old boy, three years to reach the peak of physical strength, five years to enter the aging period, and soon after retirement, funeral arrangements can be taken care of.

In fact, no clone soldiers can live safely until retirement. Those innate physiological defects are designed to prevent them from living long and thus becoming a burden to society.

This era of technological prosperity is clearly inhuman.

In the wasteland era where nuclear bombs can be thrown casually, it is obvious that no one will pay attention to those trivial issues.

"Our thousand-man team is responsible for the G35 defense area, and you are responsible for the G35-7 section... From today on, these people are your subordinates!"

Standing next to the warlord, Colway looked at the dark crowd of more than a hundred clone soldiers in front of the trench, and narrowed his eyes slightly with satisfaction.

It's a pity that the supplies haven't kept up.

If there were more ammunition, there would be no need for them to retreat. This 100,000-strong army would be more than enough to flatten the alliance.

"Can they understand what I'm saying?" Warlander couldn't help but complain.

"Of course, why can't you understand?"

A smile appeared on Colway's face and he patted his shoulder.

"I know what you are worried about, but don't worry at all. Although they look a little dazed, they are not dazed at all when fighting. As long as they see blood, they will turn into mad dogs who are not afraid of death. They will fight until they are exhausted. The last one left... commanding them is much less troublesome than commanding ordinary soldiers. "

After a pause, he continued.

"In addition, the ten captains here will also assist you in your work. They are all officers of the Falcon Kingdom and have received professional military training. If you encounter any questions that you are not sure about, you can consult more Let’s ask their opinions.”

Colway isn't worried about the pangolins' fighting prowess.

His bravery and loyalty have been tested in practice, but a good soldier may not necessarily become a good general. He still needs to go through the baptism of war to prove that he is no less capable than others in the art of command.

Just in time for this rare opportunity, Colway planned to train him.

Knowing how important this opportunity was, Warfield took a deep breath and nodded seriously.

"I will remember it."

Thinking that expression was nervousness for the upcoming battle, Colway grinned and patted the man in front of him on the shoulder.

"Relax, there shouldn't be any fighting in the short term, but don't be afraid of anything but ten thousand... In short, take care of yourself, pay attention to safety, and be careful."

After leaving these words, Colway got on the jeep next to him and returned in the direction he came from.

Looking at the billowing dust at the end of the disappearing dirt road, the expression on the warrior's face did not change, but he sighed in his heart.

If only I were so optimistic.

Yesterday on the forum, he revealed his position in charge of the defense line, and those idle guys started clamoring to come and give him a big gift.

Guessing that the attack would take place at night, the warrior planned to walk around the position twice first to familiarize himself with the terrain and to act more realistically.

"Your name...is Beaufort, right?" The warrior looked at the former acting captain, and now his identity had changed back to deputy captain, as his adjutant.

The man stood at attention and made a military salute.

"It's sir!"

The warlord nodded, with a solemn look on his face, glanced at the soldiers in the field, and continued.

"From now on, I will serve as your commander. No matter where you come from, whether you are a noble or a commoner, you now have only one identity, and that is my soldier! The only thing you have to do is to enforce strict discipline and listen to me. Commander, do whatever I tell you to do, do you understand me?"

The clones shook their heads in confusion, looking not very smart.

However, their officers' IQs were still normal. They all stood up straight and shouted back at the top of their lungs.

"Mingqi!"

"Good fight!"

The warlord nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Beaufort, "Let the brothers return to their respective positions, and you take me to the position to have a look."

Beaufort stood at attention and gave a military salute.

"yes!"

The legion trains officers, and discipline is indeed irrelevant.

What's more, the retinue's status as an officer was low, and there was no possibility of promotion unless special circumstances were encountered. Therefore, no one turned a blind eye to provocation because this "pangolin" had just arrived.

Going up to Beaufort, it can be seen that this airborne captain is not only powerful and rarely awakened, but also has a close relationship with their captain, so his words are somewhat flattering.

The warlord didn't worry too much about trying to please him. He just pretended to express his approval of his work, and then asked insinuatingly about the status of the supplies.

Including how many bullets each soldier has, how many machine guns and rifles are on the position, what the team's staffing is, etc.

A one-man team is roughly equivalent to a company, and a thousand-man team is roughly equivalent to a regiment. Once you understand the firepower configuration at the company level, you can basically deduce the firepower of the entire regiment from the small to the big.

Beaufort immediately began to complain when he heard that the captain asked about ammunition.

"...We haven't seen an ammunition supply truck for a long time. The soldiers have less than sixty rounds of ammunition on average, and machine gun ammunition is even more precious. Our entire team was given two boxes. Why don't you go with us? Lord Colway said hello and asked him to send more ammunition."

From Beaufort's point of view, this is just a matter of saying hello. No matter how short the supplies are, there is always a way to give priority to related households.

However, what he didn't expect was that the officer in front of him looked upright and rejected him sternly.

"It's not just us who are in trouble, the whole army is in trouble! How can we trouble Lord Colway just because of such a small problem?"

"But with the ammunition we have now, I'm afraid a battle--"

When Beaufort heard this, he immediately became anxious and quickly wanted to explain. However, before he could finish speaking, he was mercilessly interrupted.

"But what?"

The warlord stared at his adjutant intently, feeling secretly happy in his heart, but he still had to put on a serious expression on his face, which almost caused him internal injuries.

"Where is your spirit? Where is your loyalty? Where is your oath to sacrifice your life for His Majesty? You can't fight without bullets? Where is your will and backbone!"

Beaufort's face was covered in capital letters, and he couldn't hold back a word for a long time with his mouth open. He subconsciously glanced at the officer's nose.

This guy...

You're not from Willant either, are you?

I feel like I'm even more crazy than the people in Willante!

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from the direction of the observation post.

"Unidentified armed forces were found 10 meters ahead! There must be someone here!"

"They're heading towards us!"

At the same time as the sentry shouted, the entire position immediately sounded the alarm bell, and all personnel entered the combat position.

The warlord stopped chatting with Beaufort.

Hearing that someone was coming, he immediately went to the front-line machine gun position, picked up his binoculars and took a look, and saw the big, indebted eye rushing to the front.

This guy was obviously an intelligence type, but he didn't even have a VM with him. He was holding a broken gun that he probably picked up from a previous battle and led someone to charge at his face.

Holding a telescope and fighting a warlord, everyone was dumbfounded.

Good guy.

This is even acting!

He just didn't have the words "I'm here to kill someone" written on his face.

Also looking at the people attacking from the front, Beaufort, who was standing aside, frowned, not taking it lightly because the enemy was full of flaws.

They don't have much ammunition.

Even with this kind of suicidal charge, they still couldn't hold on after a few more waves of words. Moreover, Lord Colway specifically told them not to let the other party see that there was a problem with their supply situation.

For a while, he couldn't help but found himself in a dilemma.

Should the machine gun position be opened or not?

"It should be a small group of enemies testing it!" Beaufort gritted his teeth, and the commander on the same side whispered, "I suggest you get them closer before fighting!"

The warlord nodded subconsciously, but he quickly remembered that he was on the Legion's side, so without saying a word, he kicked the machine gunner aside.

"What are you doing standing still?"

"Hit me hard!"

Before the confused machine gunner could figure out the situation, the warrior squatted on the machine gun position, grabbed the handle and turned on the safety, and swiped at the good brother three meters away.

There was exaggeration and tragedy in the distance, but it was quickly drowned in the din of gunfire and bullets.

Seeing the flames spitting out from the machine gun positions, the infantrymen squatting in the trenches also opened fire, and the remaining people who charged towards the positions were instantly beaten to a pulp.

There is a large open space on the Gobi Desert without armored units or artillery cover. Their death was doomed the moment they showed up.

Not to mention the awakening, the management is not working well.

As the smoke dissipated, there were no living people in front of the position.

"Cease fire! Cease fire! They are dead!" Beaufort, who was standing aside, shouted desperately.

If it wasn't because this guy was his commander, or if it wasn't because he might not be able to beat him, he would have liked to rush up and give this pangolin a kick in the butt.

In fact, the infantrymen in the trenches had already ceased fire when they saw the dead people on the other side, but the commander lying on the machine gun position seemed to be red-eyed and didn't realize it at all.

In just half a minute, this guy wanted to empty out the ammunition of a ten-man team!

Until there was a "click" sound of a metal hammer, the index finger on the sticky trigger finally moved away, and along with it, Beaufort's blood pressure dropped.

Looking at the empty bullet chain and the red-hot barrel, the warrior smacked his tongue in displeasure and threw away the slightly hot machine gun handle.

Seeing that the machine gunner and his adjutant were both glaring at him with murderous expressions, the warlord was stunned for a moment and hurriedly coughed to remind them that he was the commander.

"Ahem... don't worry about the ammunition. The more ammunition you lack, the less you can let your opponent underestimate you!"

"The commander on the other side is probably watching from behind. If we let them know that we are short of ammunition, the next time we come it won't be a team of soldiers, but planes, tanks, and thousands of people!"

"As long as we can destroy them with force, this ammunition is worth it!"

Beaufort nodded confusedly.

Although it feels like there are problems everywhere, it sounds reasonable. After all, they destroyed a team of warriors, which is a great achievement.

Looking at the corpses outside the position, he suddenly felt that his tense mood was much lighter.

Before, he had seen the friendly troops who had withdrawn from the front line, each one holding a cane and looking frightened to the point of fear. He had thought how scary those people were.

Now it seems that I have thought too much...

“It feels like the alliance is nothing more than that.”

While saying this, Beaufort suddenly felt confident again.

Looking at the pile of corpses in front of him, the warlord mourned for a second in his heart for his good brothers, and then looked at the officers standing aside.

"Someone take someone up there to have a look."

"I!"

The tenth commander who was squatting in the trench next door volunteered and raised his hand, with an eager expression on his face, obviously intending to show off in front of the superior officer.

Beaufort wanted to raise his hand, but when he saw someone had taken the lead, he took it back.

The warlord looked at the young man and nodded.

"Yes, you are energetic, go and come back quickly!"

"Yes! Sir!"

The tenth captain chuckled, grabbed the "opening rifle" near the edge of the trench, took a clone infantryman, left the trench, and walked towards the pile of corpses.

The front line was short of ammunition.

Of course the enemy's weapons can be recovered a little bit.

By the way, you can also touch it to see if there is any oil or water that can be hidden.

The young man just stepped forward and was about to reach out and touch the first body.

However, I don't know whether it was because a certain switch was touched or because the person lying on the ground was still alive. He pulled the grenade and heard a bang. Suddenly, it exploded on the ground. Everyone squatting in the trench lowered their heads subconsciously. , then looked outside.

"Grass!"

"It's a booby trap!"

"Kemis!"

Beaufort stared outside the trench, his eyes red and shouted loudly. When there was no response, he hammered the sandbag with his fist.

"Mom! He's dead!"

There was silence in the trenches.

Looking at the pile of dead people filled with gunpowder smoke, everyone looked at each other, and many people swallowed unconsciously.

This is the first death around them since they were sent to the front line.

Looking at the ten-man captain who was blown to pieces, the warlord also stared blankly for a long time.

It's okay to hide booby traps in clothes.

Is this so different from what we said yesterday?

Fortunately, I didn't show off, otherwise I would have just gone back to my hometown to reunite with my brothers.

Unexpectedly, he suffered battle losses on the first day he took office. The warlord was in a mixed mood and shook his head in confusion.

The brothers were afraid that being undercover would be too boring, and they always felt that this official position would not be peaceful.

He reached out and patted the deputy captain next to him, who had a pale face and trembling lips and could not speak. He coughed lightly and said.

"...now you are the tenth captain."

"Do a good job and don't let me down."