This Game Is Too Realistic

In order to avoid affecting morale, the news of the injured pangolin was not spread among the legions. For the first time, the broadcast did not report on the glorious achievements of the G53-7 defense zone. Instead, it broadcast trivia that had nothing to do with the battle situation on the front line.

Position G40.

At the door of the bombproof cave, there is a big pot. The broth in the pot was floating with fragrant foam, and there was good bread on the shelf next to it. The clone soldiers lined up under the leadership of the Captain, and the chef holding a spoon shouted impatiently.

"Next one."

Most of the clone troopers are not very smart and have one mind.

Absolute obedience is one of their strengths, but on the other hand, if no one orders them, they will do nothing.

If the chef doesn't tell them that they can get out, they will wait in front of the pot.

A spoonful of broth, half a sausage and a piece of bran bread that is hard enough to open a can is a simple meal for the clone group.

Occasionally the broth and sausages will be replaced by stew or canned meat, but the iconic bran bread rarely changes.

The kind of bread that needs to be dipped in soup to soften, even a mouse would have to lose two front teeth. Not only is it bulletproof at critical times, it can also be stuffed into a sack as a bunker, or it can directly replace the blunt force to stun the enemy who rushes up. .

Next to the cauldron for cooking soup stood a wooden pole two people high, with a speaker tied to it with a wire, which was broadcasting the day's headlines from the Triumph.

Although newspapers are also delivered to the front line, supply trucks do not come every day. If you want to know the latest news, you can only listen to the radio next to the mobile kitchen.

After receiving his portion of the lunch box, Daniel sat on the small bench under the radio speaker and picked up a small stool to use as a dining table.

Most of the officers who were born aboriginal in the Falcon Kingdom were not very particular, but he was from Willant, and he was also a centurion. Naturally, he would not squat in the trenches to eat like those big soldiers.

At this time, his adjutant Peterson came over, picked up a bench and sat across from him, took out a bottle of wine and placed it on the "dining table".

Daniel raised his eyebrows and glanced at the bottle of gin in surprise, with a hint of surprise on his face.

"Good stuff, where did you get it?"

"Some time ago, when the trade route to the north was still open, I bought it from someone over there. A bottle cost 500 dinars."

Peterson grinned, unscrewed the bottle cap with a click, and magically took out two bottles the size of bottle caps. First, he poured a cup for the officer, and then for himself.

"...Those damn old turtles have cut off our business with the Bugla Free State. The front line has a lot of food to eat. Good wine with a pure flavor is very difficult to get."

Daniel picked up the cup and took a sip, with an intoxicated expression on his face, and sipped his mouth as if aftertaste.

"It's not cheap to get. For 500 dinars... two bottles of wine are enough to buy a slave."

Not all officers have their own manors. Generally, low-level officers such as captains of ten live on salary, which is only two to three thousand dinars a month. The centurion's salary will be higher, but if he is younger and not a noble child, he usually does not have much savings.

Although this money sounds like a lot of money, and one month of work can buy two or three strong slaves, in fact it is just enough to maintain a decent life.

Especially large cities like Triumph City that are directly under the jurisdiction of legions have strict regulations on the working environment and living standards of slaves.

In remote areas like Luoxia Province, no one will care about them, and the nobles' territories and manors are another matter. But if they are in Triumph City, they need to prepare an 8-meter room for the slaves and ensure the safety of the slaves. With three meals a day, you can live healthily to over ten years old, otherwise you will need to pay expensive fines to the local area.

Moreover, once the transaction is completed, the owner cannot terminate the slave contract without authorization unless the slave resists execution of the order.

It sounds more like a lifetime employment.

Although it restricted the freedom of life and was of a coercive nature, it was still more "clear" than the practice of shackling slaves in most survivor settlements.

And these are one of the few rules set by His Majesty the Commander-in-Chief himself.

"Enough for me to drink in the pub on 70th Street in Triumph City for half a month." Peterson grinned.

Daniel laughed, with a hint of fascination in his eyes.

"The tavern on 70th Street? It's really a good place. You can smell the fragrance of pinewood from across the street... I used to drink there when I was in the military academy. Damn it, I haven't been back for a year. Passed."

“Sometimes I can’t help but wonder what we came here for,” Peterson said with a melancholy expression as he shook his bottle-cap-sized wine glass. “There is indeed a lot of food here, but the oasis is only as big as a palm. Even the feeding It’s hard to feed the people in Triumph City, not to mention there’s a huge desert in between... It’s not easy for us to get home, not to mention the need for people to move food.”

"This is not the love we should care about." After half a minute of being sober from his drunkenness, Daniel immediately stopped the topic.

Peterson also realized his gaffe, his eyes drifted to the radio speaker aside, and he changed the topic of his hometown and future.

"...It's really strange. There is no news about 537 all day long."

Daniel's lips curled into a smile.

"It seems those savages will be scared too."

Come to think of it, they had already lost three thousand lives on one position, and what was guarding it was just a hundred-man team made up of retinue officers and clones.

If the commander on the other side knew what kind of opponent he had been battling wits with for so long, he would definitely be so angry that his nostrils would bleed.

There are not many awakened ones like "Pangolin", but like the centurions stationed in the G53-7 defense zone, they have as many as they want.

Unfortunately they don't have enough ammunition.

Otherwise, there is no need to waste time here, just march forward with the whole army, and you can trample those natives under your feet in minutes!

After getting rid of the food on the plate, Daniel returned the plate to the kitchen and took Peterson on a tour of the front line.

The front line of the day is still calm.

Although there were not many bullets in the soldiers' backpacks, the alliance was already tied to Defense Area 53, and he was not worried about what would go wrong.

He picked up the telescope and looked into the distance. There was no trace of him on the horizon. Daniel planned to go back to the gun cave to rest.

However, at this moment, a majestic figure slowly emerged from the thick clouds, hanging in the air like a shining sharp blade without any warning.

Seeing the majestic bow and front pod, Daniel was stunned for two seconds, and then a touch of panic appeared on his face.

Heart of Steel!

The siren sounded at the same time, resounding throughout the sky above the entire position.

Daniel roared loudly as he rushed in the direction of the bombhole.

"Enemy airship!"

"Everyone! Hide!"

Almost at the same time as the words fell, twelve firelights flickered below the clouds, and strings of white smoke floated to the side and merged into the clouds.

Dragging orange tracers, twelve 155mm heavy artillery pieces fell heavily on the position of the G40-1 defense area like thunder falling from the sky.

Except for the previous alarm, without any warning, the explosion of fire bloomed on the battlefield like a goddess scattering flowers.

Because the bombardment came too suddenly, many clone soldiers were still eating on the side and failed to respond as soon as the alarm sounded.

Caught off guard, more than 30 people died suddenly on the spot, some were injured by the explosion fragments and shock waves, and some were buried in the dust kicked up. Fully half of the 120-person Centurion lost their combat effectiveness.

Those who survived all had expressions of shock on their faces, looking at the sky in the distance in panic, with fear gradually written in their pupils.

"Grass……"

A captain of ten raised his head, his white lips and the hand holding the rifle couldn't help trembling. His expression was as if he had seen a ghost.

"This is a 100mm gun?!"

"Absolutely not!"

"I heard! The Alliance people modified the airship! People who came back from the front line said that they redid the front gun bay and replaced it with larger-caliber artillery——"

Before the words could even be finished, the second round of artillery fire came quickly over everyone's heads, and the flying soil and stones almost fed into the mouths of the ten captains.

Daniel, who was lucky enough to escape the first round of shelling, was not so lucky this time.

A cannonball landed just near the entrance to the bombhole.

"Boom——!"

The pots and pans in the mobile kitchen were blown into the sky, boiling soup flew everywhere, and bones, dregs and minced meat were scattered all over the floor.

Almost as soon as he heard the deafening roar, the spreading shock wave hit him hard on the back like a hammer.

A stream of blood surged to his throat, and Daniel coughed violently, but he did not dare to stop at all.

He almost rolled into the shell-proof cave along with the rubble and smoke thrown up by the explosion.

"Damn it!"

When the dust cleared, Daniel got up from the ground with a curse, raised his sleeve and wiped the blood from his mouth, with a look of shock written on his face.

Peterson, who was following him, had the same look of disgrace. Although he was lucky to survive, there was no trace of joy in the aftermath of the disaster on his face.

"What's going on..."

Daniel swallowed the bloody saliva and replied with a trembling voice.

"I have no idea……"

Heart of Steel!

Ever since the big guy was captured from McClun, this thing became part of the Alliance's force... But why did the Alliance's force appear here? !

They suffered a loss on the G53 defense line. Shouldn't they get up wherever they fell?

Why did you focus on them?

Although it was just shelling now, Daniel knew that shelling was often just a prelude to an attack, and the ground troops of the Jian Kuai Alliance would follow up and occupy the land that had been plowed by artillery fire.

Thinking of this, Daniel's face gradually turned ugly.

Their ammunition had been distributed to Defense Zone 53 before. He didn't know the situation on the Thousand-Man Team, but he knew very well about the Hundred-Man Team in his own hands.

Those clone troopers can't even get twenty rounds of ammunition out of their backpacks, and the entire Centurion only has one Iron Fist rocket launcher!

He gritted his teeth and looked at Peterson standing aside.

"I'm calling for reinforcements on the radio...you wait here. When their artillery stops, you and the remaining people must hold on!"

Peterson nodded bravely.

"yes!"

After giving the order, Daniel quickly walked into the depths of the bomb-proof cave, found the only radio station in the entire Centurion, put the headphones on his head, and shouted loudly.

"This is defense area G40-1! We are under fire!"

"The Alliance is attacking our positions, we need reinforcements-!"

There was no response from the other side of the communication channel, just a constant busy tone.

There are only two possibilities -

Either the other party used some direct or indirect means to interfere with their communication! Either the headquarters has also encountered the same situation and is too busy to take care of itself at the moment.

Daniel cursed, threw the earphones on the radio, grabbed the rifle leaning on the side, and strode towards the entrance of the bombhole.

Fortunately, the artillery on the opposite side made enough noise.

Not to mention the headquarters of a thousand-man team twenty miles away, even the headquarters of a ten-thousand-man team one hundred miles away can detect the situation here.

Maintaining a one-minute rhythm, the bombardment lasted for a full minute, and the alliance poured at least ten rounds of artillery shells into their position!

Daniel waited quietly for the sound of gunfire to subside, then took Peterson with him, lowered his body through the winding tunnel, and moved to the observation port of the anti-gun cave.

The figure of the Alliance Army has appeared in the distance.

Rolling dust surged from the end of the ground. Daniel unconsciously clenched the rifle in his hand, his heart rising to his throat.

He is a well-trained officer. He has fought with General Griffin all the way here. He has experienced hundreds of battles, and he will not be frightened by this little battle.

Daniel was rapidly thinking about how to survive this round of offensive. He would at least hold on until the friendly forces in defense zones 41 and 39 came to support him.

The Heart of Steel is indeed a trouble, but the Air Force can't land on the ground to occupy points. As long as it holds on like a pangolin, the final victory will definitely belong to them——

However, just as he was thinking this, his eyes caught a glimpse of a vague outline in the dust that covered the sky and the sun.

It was this discovery that made him freeze on the spot, and there was no trace of blood on Cang Qian's face.

tank!

And there are hundreds of them!

The thick and long barrel was like a lance's spear, emitting a cold light under the scorching sun. The steel armor painted in desert color merged with the ground line, blending with the rolling yellow sand, like a steel city wall charging forward!

Not just tanks -

Hundreds of armored trucks with steel plates welded to them followed closely behind. As the dust kicked off by the tracks rolled in, they formed the torrent of steel together with the tanks in front.

Murderous Union soldiers sat on the back of the truck, with automatic rifles that were far more sophisticated than them leaning against their helmets.

One more minute at most——

They will collide head-on with this steel torrent!

Seeing everything in front of him, Daniel felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured on his head. The bone-chilling cold reached from his back to the soles of his feet, firmly nailing him to the spot.

He suddenly realized that the round of shelling just now was just the appetizer.

The real highlight has just begun...

"Damn..." Peterson squeezed out a sentence with trembling lips, "Did they bring all the tanks to our place?!"

In addition to the models he could not recognize, there were about fifty Conquerors 10 and 5 in this torrent of steel.

He knows it very well.

The armor-piercing projectiles fired by Panzerfaust cannot penetrate the armor of the Conqueror 10 tank.

In other words, they had no means to withstand this torrent of steel, and could only watch helplessly as the defense line was torn open by them.

In fact, this has already happened.

Hundreds of tanks opened fire simultaneously, and another round of hundreds of tanks opened fire on the trenches of the legion.

After a round of direct fire coverage, more than twenty trucks accelerated out of the queue. Under the cover of fire from the roof-mounted machine guns, they drove directly into the face of this hundred-man team.

"Infantry get out! Find cover! Quick!"

Irena jumped down from the back of the carriage first. Holding an LD-50 submachine gun in her hand, Irena rushed forward, facing the trench in front of the wheel, and sent away the clone soldiers who were about to get up from the ground. .

"Ahhh!"

The clone soldiers hiding behind the sandbags suddenly sprang out, screaming shrilly, grabbing rifles with bayonets and rushing towards Irena.

However, those lame movements made the Elf King Fugui on the side look as slow as a mosquito with its wings pulled out. He unhurriedly took out the shotgun and loaded it. With a bang, he pushed the clone back behind the sandbag and sent it to meet their marshal.

Seeing that the Alliance soldiers had rushed into the trenches, the captain guarding the trenches howled and asked his clone soldiers to insert bayonets on their rifles.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled out the plug of the smoke grenade, and raised the "self-deception smoke" in the trench, preparing for the final resistance.

"Tsk, there aren't many surviving Tuo statues..."

Brother Fugui, who activated his hot-blooded vision, glanced at the smoky trench and quickly saw the two old men hiding in the corner.

He was holding the rifle tightly and waiting for an opportunity, and it was obvious that he had no intention of surrendering.

So he unceremoniously put on the LD-47, swept over with a sudden sweep, and collected the two heads.

"The artillery and tanks have finished their work. All that is left for us is to clean up the battlefield." Irena said with a funny smile.

After all, after preparing for half a month in advance, this operation went much easier than expected.

The Legion did not expect that the Alliance would launch an attack at this time, nor did they expect that the Alliance would choose this location. Just when they turned Position 53 into an iron barrel, the Alliance's armored spearheads had already circled their flanks. A hole was opened in position 40.

From the legion's point of view, this is the place least likely to be attacked.

After all, if we choose to attack here, it means that the alliance's supply line will be stretched by at least two hundred kilometers.

Not to mention that every meter of these two hundred kilometers is full of flaws, positions 39 and 41, which are at odds with position 40, will quickly come to support.

Even if the alliance completely captures position 40, the reinforcements at positions 39 and 41 will close the dagger in the pocket like a closed pocket.

It is precisely for this reason that they gave priority to the ammunition from Position 40 to Position 53 which was under attack.

When Quanshui formulated the specific offensive bill, he obviously saw their confidence and decisively took advantage of this to make a plan.

The Legion would not have guessed that the Alliance, which was determined to launch an all-out offensive, had no intention of leaving a way out. As the vanguard of this all-out offensive, the Skeleton Corps, which was the first to attack Position 40, had no intention of applying the brakes.

This torrent of steel will move forward and split the entire battlefield in two from the middle!

The voice of Corps Commander Mole came over the communication frequency.

"Clear the trenches and gun holes! Find the legion's command post! You must be right when you see the radio and map!"

"The surrendered prisoners will all be escorted to the artillery cave. We will not stay here for too long. The friendly forces of the Lion Kingdom will watch them for us."

At the same time that the order was issued, the fighting in the trenches was basically over.

These "panzer grenadiers" engaged in infantry combat are all veteran players, and a group of new recruits recently recruited are mainly drivers and gunners.

They don't need much direction.

It's enough to just take some time to get familiar with these familiar equipment.

Leading a ten-man team to the front, Irena quickly locked the location of the enemy's frontline command post.

There was a bomb crater at the door of the bomb-proof cave. Next to it could be seen broken pot racks and lunch boxes, as well as black food residues on the ground.

After clearing his throat, he shouted into the cave in non-standard human couplet.

"Hey, is there anyone alive inside? If not, we'll throw the Molotov cocktail."

There was obviously someone in the bombhole.

Hearing this sentence, the person hiding inside reacted immediately and shouted loudly in panic.

"Don't! Don't shoot!"

"We surrender!"

Seeing that the other party was so interested, Irena also showed a happy smile on her face and fired two shots into the sky.

"Then come out quickly! Don't waste our time, give you ten seconds!"

Surrender Na Tuo said.

Prisoners are worth much more than corpses.

After hearing Lao Na's ultimatum, the two people in the explosion-proof cave immediately ran out and crawled on the ground. They were pointed at by the players with guns and crouched in the corner with their heads in their hands.

"Boy, the two centurions are squatting together." Looking at the clothes on the two men, Elf King Fugui smacked his tongue in surprise.

Irena also said with a smile.

"It saves us time."

Less than three minutes to go.

The first section of the No. 40 Defense Line has been occupied, and the entire flank of the 40th Thousand Soldiers has been exposed to the guns of the Skeleton Corps!

But——

Their goal is not there.

Friendly troops can do the work of cleaning up the battlefield and clearing away enemy remnants.

What they have to do now is to continue to move forward, join up with the Burning Corps airborne to the front, and remove the frontline command post of the 40th Thousand Man Team!

At the same time that the two centurions surrendered, the tanks of the Skeleton Corps had already arrived at the position.

The hatch on the top of the turret was opened, and Mole leaned out half of his body, glanced at the completely occupied position, and held the walkie-talkie to speak to each squad leader.

"Leave the prisoners where they are, all infantrymen get on board!"

"Leave this place to friendly forces, let's move forward!"

"Move quickly!"

A uniform reply came from the communication channel.

"receive!"

Without any hesitation, the Panzergrenadier who had dismounted earlier quickly returned to the truck.

The Skeleton Corps, armed to the teeth with steel, quickly got back on the road and continued to advance along the temporary dirt road built by the Corps.

The friendly forces are about a kilometer behind them and will arrive here soon.

These prisoners who were left behind had lost their ability to resist. Even if they were not tied up, they would not be able to make any waves.

If you dare to resist, then you will be punished again.

Looking at the dust kicked up behind the torrent of steel, the dozens of prisoners who were thrown away had confused expressions on their faces.

Less than ten minutes before and after.

Before they could realize what was happening, it was all over.

Peterson swallowed and said in a trembling voice.

"...Are these people really indigenous?"

Looking at the direction in which the torrent of steel was leaving, Daniel also had a dumbfounded expression, wondering what those people were planning to do.

However, at this moment, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and he vaguely seemed to understand something.

Looking away from the contours that merged with the ground again, Daniel relaxed his tense shoulders and sighed softly.

"It's over."

Looking at the look of resignation on the officer's face, Peterson was slightly stunned.

"The end is..."

Daniel had completely figured it out, and his expression became much more relaxed in an instant.

Without looking at his deputy, he said to himself.

"It's nothing...if everything goes well, we'll be able to go home in no time."