This Game Is Too Realistic

"...These guys don't think of me when they are having fun, but they think of me whenever they are in trouble. I am not your nanny!"

Iron Heart, Captain's Room.

Sitting at his desk, Chu Guang couldn't help but rolled his eyes as he watched the report on "How to Deal with Clone Troopers" being handed over by the edge of the water.

Whether traveling through the frontier or the rear world, there is no precedent in history for prisoners with intellectual disabilities being captured by the establishment.

According to the general practice of settlement of survivors, the matter must have been buried.

But the alliance obviously can't do it.

A disciplined organization must act according to the rules. The correct idea should be to formulate a set of rules and implement them in accordance with the established rules in the future.

Chu Guang originally wanted to ask Xiao Qi's opinion, but Xiao Qi's focus was on a strange place.

"Eh? Master, do you want to have some fun?" The voice contained a hint of surprise, but it was also somewhat reasonable and understood.

Almost choking on his spit, Chu Guang coughed and said.

"I'm just giving you an example...don't focus on these strange places. If you have the computing power, you might as well help me come up with ideas."

Sitting on the table, Xiaoqi dragged her chin with her hands, making an expression of deep thought.

"Hmm... Xiaoqi doesn't know either. There is no reference precedent in the database, but... does the master think they are human beings?"

"That's right, even though he is mentally retarded." Chu Guang said casually.

Xiao Qi continued to ask.

"Then how do we generally deal with mentally retarded alliances?"

"They are classified as disabled, and the families of the refugees are responsible for resettling them, or arranging designated guardians..." When he said this, Chu Guang's eyes lit up slightly.

Yes.

Just find someone to take care of these guys.

After thinking for a moment, Chu Guang spoke.

"...Clone prisoners are supervised and disciplined by their original kin commanders, and work in teams of ten in the prisoner-of-war camp. If one person violates the commandments, the entire team will be punished together. If the labor task is not completed, the team leader bears the main responsibility."

This is equivalent to eliminating the positions of deputy captain, flag bearer, trumpeter, etc. from the original ten-man team, and letting the captain take charge of these clone prisoners of war who are mentally retarded and prone to violence.

The sentences for Alliance prisoners of war basically start at ten years.

Unless the Legion intends to redeem them, most of the clone troopers will never survive the day they are released from prison. In this way, there is no need to worry about how to deal with the impact of these special groups on the Alliance and the problems caused by it. .

Chu Guang spent ten minutes dictating and adding some details to Xiao Qi, including preventing the captain from deliberately killing those trolls to escape responsibility, including filling in the loopholes in the specific clauses, etc.

If used properly, these clone soldiers can become a good labor force whether on farmland or in mines.

Although these clones cannot do too complex tasks, simple and repetitive manual labor should not be a big problem.

As for the standard of living, let's just settle on "living hard to survive" like other prisoners of war.

"Xiaoqi, did you remember it?"

Sitting on the desk, Xiaoqi nodded her head in admiration.

"Yeah! Remember everything!"

The corners of Chu Guang's lips curled up into a smile, and he leaned back on the office chair and stretched.

Although today's work has only started for ten minutes, I still worked hard for myself.

There are no new changes in the frontline war, and everything is going on in an orderly manner.

Just when Chu Guang was thinking about whether to open two old headbands to relax, Xiaoqi, who was sitting on the desk, suddenly raised her head as if receiving a signal.

"Oh, Master, there is new news from the Foreign Affairs Department, it's about the company."

Upon hearing the news from the company, Chu Guang subconsciously became nervous.

A large part of the reason why he came to the front line was to avoid the representatives of the company.

Old friends from the East Coast are happy only when they give money, but they are really miserable in other matters.

The Supreme Council has made a decision to support the Alliance, but it has still not approved the "Orca" transport plane to go to the front line.

For another example, not long ago, everyone agreed to drive out every legion from the Luoxia Province to avoid future troubles. Only halfway through the battle, we managed to gain some advantage, and the council began to discuss whether to take prisoners of war and legionnaires. Ceasefire negotiations have begun.

Of course this can be discussed.

What is just a means and what is the goal? Chu Guang still knows these basic questions in his heart.

After all, the development of the alliance must be completed through farming, industry and infrastructure. War can at best be regarded as a catalyst, while peace is the long-term plan.

But even so, the timing of the negotiations should be to completely weaken the ambition and ability of the "eastern expansion faction" after the legion's strategic deployment in Luoxia Province has been crippled.

If possible, Chu Guang really hopes that his old friends from the East Coast can just send money.

"What did he say?"

"He said that a reporter from Zhiyuan News wanted to interview General Soft."

Chu Guang breathed a sigh of relief and his tone softened.

"Isn't that enough McLane?"

Xiaoqi: "Hmm... Xiaoqi thinks it may be because the previous interview with General McClun was so effective that they want to interview a few more generals."

Chu Guang was stunned for a moment.

"protrude?"

Xiaoqi imitated Chu Guang's hand gesture and stretched out her index finger to make a vague stroke in the air. A picture soon appeared above the holographic computer pen.

This is news broadcast in Ideal City.

Collected by Fang Chang.

In the camera, General McClung clenched his fists, his face was ashen, and he had an expression filled with indignation.

"...I'll say it again, I didn't lose to the Alliance! I lost to the despicable enterprise! If it weren't for the enterprise's support for the alliance, I wouldn't have lost that battle in the River Valley Province! That battle in the southern Luoxia Province It’s even more impossible!”

While General McClung was filled with righteous indignation, the reporter sitting opposite him had a happy expression on his face, biting his upper and lower lips to pretend to be serious.

After McClung finished speaking, the reporter couldn't wait to continue asking questions.

"So you think that you actually lost to the enterprise? But we don't think so. Whether it was the battle in the River Valley Province or the battle in the southern Luoxia Province, it was all because of the efforts of the survivors who were oppressed by the legions. Only through struggle did we achieve the final victory——"

"Huh!" McClung's eyes widened and he glared at the reporter angrily, "When have we ever oppressed local survivors! We haven't even been to Oasis No. 4! Fighting bravely? What a joke! Are those tanks? Did they do it themselves?"

Reporter: "Well, it's true... although we also provide some parts, such as the No. 60 electromagnetic gun."

"It's that damn electromagnetic gun! Without that thing, it would be impossible for the Alliance to penetrate the Conqueror-10 armor! And that ornithopter, without that thing, I would never lose to a group of people fighting on horses." The natives only hide behind others and play tricks. If we have the ability, let’s fight openly and openly!”

McClun cursed.

However, he did not notice that the angrier he became, the happier the journalist friend sitting opposite him became.

Especially after seeing him break through the defense, the reporter simply removed himself from the shot and placed him in the center of the screen, allowing him to tell his story louder.

The interview came to an end soon.

Having obtained all the materials they wanted, the reporter concluded this time.

"Thank you for your cooperation in accepting today's interview... But despite the criticism, I think you still have to thank the company. If it weren't for the pressure from the Supreme Council, you might have died in the Alliance coal mine or been hung on the gallows. ”

McClun said with a stiff expression.

"Dream!"

Scholars can be killed but not humiliated.

Let him say thank you to his enemies and he would rather die!

The reporter didn't care at all that he had offended the company. Instead, he took a close-up of his stiff facial expression, and the interview ended there.

Looking at the face-conscious McClun in the camera, Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, and then showed a dumbfounded expression.

Good guy.

No wonder corporate reporters want to interview more generals.

None of these officers who were beaten badly by the Alliance admitted that they lost to the Alliance. They all said that they only lost to logistics and corporate equipment.

Even if they know in their hearts that one or two pieces of equipment cannot change the outcome of the war, it is better to admit that losing to a company due to lack of preparation than losing to a group of "natives" in their eyes.

At least they are both the orthodox successors of the People's Federation.

Enterprises have become the last fig leaf for surrendering officers.

The reporter in the footage also clearly took advantage of this, consciously inducing and even stimulating McClung to answer in the desired direction.

Chu Guang tried to put himself in his shoes. For the residents of Ideal City, this kind of interview would really make people feel happy.

During this period, the topic of the battle situation on the front line must have been quite popular on the Ideal City Endpoint Cloud.

Chu Guang thought for less than two minutes before speaking.

"Okay, let the reporter from "Zhiyuan News" go."

There is no harm in making the neighboring residents happy, at least it will make the council's proposal to "calm down the trouble" lose the public support.

Looking at the interview video in the holographic window, Chu Guang suddenly felt something in his heart. He looked at Xiaoqi who nodded to indicate receipt and continued.

"Arrange the interview location near Hill 330, and let them interview those clone soldiers... You don't have to ask them to do anything, just let them see those mentally retarded people."

Life passes eight times faster.

What an evil technique!

That group of mentally retarded people who can do nothing but eat, drink, poop, and fight must be enough to arouse the sympathy of the residents of Ideal City.

The generous and selfless alliance can help them resettle these "poor people" brought in by the war and satisfy their compassion, which has nowhere to go.

As long as they are willing to pay a small amount of credits.

In this way, those clone soldiers can not only become a labor force for the Alliance to build the wasteland, but also help the Alliance obtain a resettlement subsidy from the company.

It's like winning twice.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized that his idea was ridiculous. Chu Guang couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, smiled and shook his head.

"This dog planner is so inhumane."

…

front line.

After the Skeleton Corps took a short rest at Hill 330, they continued their departure under the leadership of Mole.

Shuai Yade, the leader of the Honey Badger Kingdom, stayed with the Nationalist Army and ten captured Conqueror series tanks, preparing to cooperate with the Death Corps to regain the entire No. 3 Oasis.

During the two days of waiting for the rear trucks to arrive, the dead troops stationed on Highland 330 captured nearly four thousand-man teams, totaling more than a thousand prisoners.

Most of them are clone troopers, and a small number are Valantians and officers promoted from the retinue army.

In order to manage these prisoners of war, the alliance had to mobilize a thousand-man team from the Lion Kingdom Army and temporarily held these prisoners of war in a mountain col.

In addition to the surrender of a large number of prisoners, herders from nearby villages and settlements also approached cautiously.

The former legion recruited a large number of young and middle-aged laborers from the local area and forced them to build fortifications on the front line.

Now the army is defeated.

Some of them are here to find relatives, some are here to seek revenge, and some are just here to laugh or join in the fun.

The fellow villagers who didn't wait to eat the milk in the pot were in trouble.

In fact, he couldn't understand the dialect they spoke in human language, so he had a headache and could only throw them to Marshal Yade of the Honey Badger Kingdom to deal with.

Seeing His Highness the Prince appear in front of them, several herdsmen surrounding the entrance of the camp immediately made a thump and knelt down.

Looking at Yad's weather-beaten face, tears of excitement filled the eyes of the leading old man.

"Your Highness, you... are finally back!"

Looking at the trembling old man in front of him, Yade had a trace of guilt on his face and helped him up from his knees.

"I've made you suffer."

The old man looked carefully at the soldiers standing at the gate of the camp and asked.

"Those people are..."

Yade said with a smile.

"They are from the Alliance and our friends!"

Hearing this sentence, the surrounding herdsmen whispered for a while, and a confused expression appeared on the old man's face, which was quickly followed by worry.

"The alliance...is it the alliance in the southern part of the valley province?"

Ad nodded.

"Well, they gave us a helping hand in times of crisis, and it's thanks to their help that we can come back here."

The old man glanced at those people worriedly, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke in a low voice.

"It's not a good idea to let outsiders interfere with the affairs of the desert. The spirit of the sand sea teaches us to be wary of threats from the outside... This will lead to disaster."

Yade explained patiently.

"The situation has gotten worse. The Falcon Kingdom first surrendered to the Legion and invaded our land with the support of the Legion. We cannot defeat them with our own strength... We can only seek help from outside the desert."

the old man asked in a low voice.

"But what if the Alliance is the next legion? They are already strong enough. Who can guarantee that they will not force us to do things we don't want to do like the legion did."

"The Alliance's military is a disciplined force and they will not do this, their management has assured me. And, from what I have seen with my own eyes in the Lion Kingdom, they do spread order and help the locals rebuild. Home...and this is what we need most at this moment when we are in chaos.”

Yade put his hand on the old man's shoulder, looked at the wrinkled face seriously, and said in a sincere tone.

"Please believe me."

…

Just as Yade was calming the emotions of the local people, not far away in the center of the camp, a "Killer Whale" transport plane slowly stopped in the open space.

A man who was incompatible with the atmosphere of the battlefield and the wasteland, both in his clothes and his style of painting, jumped out of the cabin first.

There was an interview drone floating behind him, and as soon as it landed, he pulled people and asked excitedly.

"Where's Soft? Where's the general you captured?"

The little player who was pulled was stunned on the spot and stared at this guy in confusion.

"Who are you?"

The players nearby gathered around curiously and looked at this strange NPC.

Seeing the confused expression on the soldier's face in front of him, the man suddenly slapped his head, smiled sheepishly, and quickly took out a business card and handed it over.

"Wu Kaian! Reporter of "Zhiyuan News"! I heard that another good news came from the front line. I came here specially from Ideal City. I want to interview your opponent..."

Good guy!

What is the memory of the ideal city? !

Looking at the translation on the VM screen, the player's eyes suddenly lit up, he raised his head and said with a smile.

"There are a group of defeated generals. Interviewing them is a trivial matter. Why not interview me?"

Not understanding what he said, Wu Kaian was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously.

"Uh, you are?"

"You're an outlaw! Served in the Death Corps, strength type, good at shotguns, but it's a pity that our stupid leader didn't give him a chance... Damn, just thinking about it makes me angry! I've been riding three wheels all day, wheels It was all covered in smoke, and it was over without even seeing the enemy’s shadow!”

The player kept talking and became more and more excited.

But Wu Kaian was confused when he heard this.

There were ten unintelligible "dialects" in these three couplets. He was so stunned that he didn't understand a single word from the first sentence.

Finally, after the man finished speaking, he asked in a low voice.

"What does fa.wai.kuang.tu mean?"

"that is--"

"cough."

He coughed and interrupted the newcomer player's words. Lao Bai, who came to pick him up from a short distance away, stretched out his hand to take the business card from the player's hand and looked at him with a confused look on his face.

"You're here to interview General Soft, right? He was taken to Highland 330, seventeen kilometers away. I'll arrange for someone to take you there."

The manager just talked to him on the phone and told him about this.

Including placing the interview location on Highland No. 330.

As he said that, Lao Bai looked at Bai Guaishou who came with him.

"Please take him there."

"Okay! Boss." Bai stood up straight and took the order, then looked at the reporter beside him and said with a smile, "Please come with me."

Finally there was someone with whom he could communicate normally. Wu Kaian breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with a smile.

"Sorry to trouble you!"

Looking at the two people walking away, the lawless maniac said with a dissatisfied look on his face.

"Gan! Why don't you let me be interviewed?"

"I'm saving you. No need to thank me. Go back and read the player's manual carefully."

Lao Bai gave this smug newcomer a caring look, leaving him confused, and walked straight to the killer whale transport plane in the center of the camp.

Looking at the pilot in the cabin, he said hello.

"Hello, I am the commander of the Burning Legion."

The pilot who was chewing gum suddenly had his eyes lit up. He immediately moved his crossed legs off the console and opened the small circular window under the cabin.

"The Burning Legion? Is it the Burning Legion?"

Lao Bai smiled sheepishly.

"Although I don't know which one you are talking about, the Alliance should only have one Burning Corps."

The pilot said happily.

"I've admired you for a long time. I've heard your name a long time ago! The recently popular "Battle Royale" on Duandian Cloud even released your skin... Ah, I almost forgot, you may not know about Battle Royale. What is it?”

Looking at the pilot talking to himself, Lao Bai looked confused.

"And this one?"

"You don't know how popular your people are over there! Damn it, I should have brought a pen!" The pilot touched the back of his head, chuckled and stretched his right hand out of the small window, "Excuse me, my grandson Ze, a pilot in the Aviation Section of the Enterprise Armed Forces Department.”

"Old Bai."

Lao Bai shook hands with him, coughed slightly after letting go and continued.

"... Let's talk about the pleasantries later. We have an urgent mission here and need to use your plane."

"Understood! Your management has already said hello to us. Will you take the skydiving pilot home? Just come up."

Withdrawing his right hand from the small window, the pilot raised his thumb and made an up gesture backwards, then continued with excitement, "How are you going to get down in a while? Skydiving?"

Lao Bai coughed.

"Just go down normally..."

Why skydive when you can land normally?

It's not like he's sick.

However, after the pilot heard his answer, he had a disappointed expression on his face, as if he had missed something interesting.

Clicking on VM with his index finger, Lao Bai quickly summoned Ye Shi, Kuang Feng, Qing Qing and other brothers from the Burning Corps.

A group of ten people, all of them are the top combat power of the Burning Corps.

Counting one power armor, nine sets of Type 1 "heavy cavalry" and ten sets of Type 5 "light cavalry" exoskeletons, the firepower of ten of them is comparable to that of a reinforced company.

In order to ensure nothing went wrong, the management asked them to bring the best equipment.

Looking at the people gathered, Lao Bai turned on the speaker of the power armor and said.

"…There are two pieces of news."

"The bad news is that our ace pilot found a transport plane, and the search mission to the south of Oasis No. 8 was cancelled. The good news is that the picked up plane ran out of power, and it was located in the north of the Golden Lizard Kingdom, so the command arranged for a new one Mission, leaving the search and rescue work to us from the Goblin Corps."

"The mission is very simple. Follow the company's plane to take a long trip north to recover Luo Yu and his baby. If circumstances permit, we can also recover the out-of-control 'Eagle'... There is some special research on it. Our white-haired NPC girl is very interested in the material, and we will try our best to bring it back for her.”

He took a look at the equipment worn by these good brothers, stood aside and watched the excitement, and asked curiously.

"Is the lineup so luxurious?"

Several top players in the Burning Corps are here.

Just picking someone up outside the war zone isn't really an exaggeration, right?

Seeing the confusion in his eyes, Lao Bai said with a smile.

"Just in case. Who knows what's on the edge of the Wandering Swamp? I heard from Luo Yu that there seem to be a lot of alien species there."

Ye Shi said with a chuckle.

"+1, and we can catch a plane and go back to the frontline airport together."

The Burning Corps is an airborne force and has its own airport on standby, making it easy to quickly support areas in emergency situations.

I heard that the Lion Kingdom Army has encountered some tough problems in the northwest, and they should have another chance to play soon.

Compared to hanging up in a truck for two or three days, it seems that flying is a better gaming experience.

At this time, Lidou Dayan, who was leaning on crutches, limped over and looked at everyone and sighed.

"You can take me away too."

Ye Shi asked with a playful smile.

"What's wrong, isn't it fun on the front line?"

He grabbed his butt with his right hand and cursed with big debt eyes.

"It's fun, it's so fun!"