This Game Is Too Realistic

It is about sixty kilometers away from the royal capital.

After the entire army penetrated into the enemy's territory in human units, Commander Quanshui led a team of soldiers alone and crossed several fields in the dark wheat fields before finally reaching the nearest road.

The three infantry squads immediately spread out from the front, advancing along the road and both sides of the road in an arrow formation, searching while advancing.

"The wheat is already ripe, so no one has harvested it?"

I walked to the soil in front of me, reached out and pinched an ear of wheat, rubbed it gently with my hands, and looked carefully at the green bud tips that had emerged from the ear of wheat.

As the saying goes, "90% mature, 10% harvested, 10% harvested, 10% discarded." If you wait until the wheat is fully mature before harvesting, you will lose at least 40 to 50 kilograms per acre, and the quality of the crops will be much worse.

If there is continuous rainy weather and the wheat sprouts or becomes moldy, the losses will be even greater. Fortunately, it rarely rains in the oasis, and fresh water resources are supplied by river embankments and seeped into the soil for preservation.

"... Normally, the mobilization of the Falcon Kingdom is in its final stage. The entire industrial activity has been stagnant. Not to mention that no one will harvest the wheat when it is ripe. Even if the granary is harvested, it cannot be sent to ordinary citizens. On the table."

Glancing at the endless wheat fields next to him, Commander Quanshui smacked his tongue in regret.

What a pity for this fertile black land.

If this land is developed by the alliance's professional players, the yield per acre can reach thousands of kilograms at least.

If combined with the CNC planting tower and the high-quality seeds provided by the Botany Research Institute, two thousand pounds will not be a problem!

"Are you going to set a fire?" I asked eagerly.

"It's not necessary," Commander Quanshui said concisely. "Our targets are industrial facilities and transportation hubs. There is no point in destroying farmland."

Large-scale destruction of farmland requires the use of defoliants.

Just setting fire to a few pieces of land will not burn it, and it may also affect other people walking in the field, which is a waste of time and does not bring much benefit.

"Speaking of which, why didn't you put on the Water Arrow Turtle suit?" I took a look at the miner's exoskeleton on Quan Shui's body, and I joked.

He wanted to ask when he got off the airship just now.

Quan Shui rolled his eyes.

"You think I'm stupid."

The mobility of the Destroyer I is too poor. With a shield backpack and a 120mm mortar with an automatic loader, the weight is close to one ton, and it can't run very fast even with the power fully turned on.

What's more, they are not going to fight against the Falcons or the regular army of the legion, but to engage in infiltration and sabotage behind enemy lines. It is really unnecessary to bring such a large iron coffin.

If you actually need fire support, just call for airship bombardment and that's it.

While he was talking, there was a thunderous explosion in the sky behind him.

Quanshui Commander Yantou took a look.

"The brothers of the Burning Legion have probably landed."

I said with the darkest look on my face.

"Damn it...why do all the good jobs belong to them, but we have to do this sneaky job!"

Kakarot joked with a smile.

"What sneaking around! This is called strategic sabotage, infiltration behind enemy lines!"

"Okay, listening to what you say, this sneaky job will instantly become a big deal."

"Hahaha!"

Looking at his teammates talking and laughing, Commander Quanshui coughed.

"After all, we are here to cause damage, not for an outing... Please be serious."

"Since we are doing destruction, shouldn't we be more evil, like this," I said with my eyebrows flying, while trying my best to squeeze out a few ounces of flesh from my face, and shook the rifle at my waist. , "Robbery! Hand over all your money."

Looking at his bearlike appearance, Kakarot couldn't help laughing.

"Damn! You're acting like a devil and entering the village."

Commander Quan Shui held his forehead.

This guy is hopeless.

"By the way, where are we going to find a factory?" Ghost Hunter sighed and looked helplessly at Brother Quanshui.

Seeing that there were finally people who cared about their mission, a happy smile finally appeared on Quan Shui's face.

"It's easy to say, just follow the clues and you'll be done."

Road transportation is one of the supporting facilities for industry. The resources and manpower of each survivor settlement need to be transported through the road network to complete production in the industrial zone.

The Falcon Kingdom is a classical military country, and its spacious roads are generally dedicated to military facilities and military industrial units.

This makes it easy to identify high-value targets.

Just choose the widest ones from the roads near Falcon City, and then follow the road to the front line and that's it.

There are always a few places where supplies can be scattered along the way.

As long as there are any logistics transfer bases and local logistics information is used to find out where the materials are sent from, it will not be too difficult to locate the industrial zone with the strategic depth of Oasis No. 2.

Surprisingly, everyone walked along the road for a while and happened to encounter a broken down tractor.

A man with his arms stretched out squatted next to the tractor and used a wrench to tighten the screws. Another middle-aged man wearing a vest sat in the driver's seat and urged him.

Looking at a group of people walking in the distance, the man on the tractor didn't take it seriously at first, thinking he was one of his own. But when he walked in, he discovered that the equipment of these people was completely different from that of the Falcon Kingdom's army.

Whether it's the exoskeleton with shiny breastplates or the assault rifles in their hands, they are definitely not something that today's Falcon Kingdom can afford.

The man's face instantly turned miserable. He jumped out of the car in a hurry and was about to get into the wheat field. However, before he could take two steps, he was picked up by a strong and powerful hand.

"Why are you running?" He picked up the man like a chicken, Ah Nie smiled evilly at him and said, "Did you do something bad?"

Even though he is a moe, he is also a strength type moe. He has 7 points of strength when he first enters the game.

Both arm strength and grip strength are at least 140% of those of ordinary adult men, so it is naturally not something that ordinary people can break free from.

That hand was like an iron pliers, which held the man unable to move. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not move at all. He only felt the pain in the area where he was caught getting more and more painful.

"No, no... how dare you, little one," seeing that he could not break free from the shackles of the soldiers in front of him, the driver of the tractor finally gave up his struggle and looked at him tremblingly and said, "Excuse me, Master... which army are you from? ?”

"Storm Corps!" Ah Nie replied proudly.

"Feng, Storm Troopers?" The driver looked confused. He had never heard of this number at all.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense?" After hearing the noise in front of me, I walked up from behind with someone in tow, staring at the driver who was being held evilly, "You're a robber! Hand over the valuables!" "

"Robbing, robbing?" The driver's face became even more confused, and he said in a confused voice, "Sir, you just came here, right? If you want to rob, you should go to those nobles... We can't even afford food. How can a poor guy have money?"

"Hiss...that's right. How can you get the money if you can't even afford food?"

I nodded my head, with a trace of sympathy in my eyes. I quickly realized that I had to do the task myself, so I took out the evil expression again.

"I don't care whether you have money or not. Hurry up and hand over all your valuables!"

Looking at the bright muzzle of the gun, the driver was so anxious that he almost cried.

As for the man repairing the car, he was completely frightened. He threw away the wrench and squatted beside the tractor with his head in his hands, shivering and not daring to move.

Rolling his eyes at the back of his idiot, Commander Quanshui walked up to the frightened driver and stared into his eyes.

"What's in the car?"

The driver replied nervously.

"...Iron."

Commander Fountain asked impatiently.

"I know it's iron. I want to ask you what kind of iron it is, what it's used for, and where it's sent."

Hearing this question, the driver reacted immediately.

"These are... iron products collected from Rozeland Town. We follow the logistics officer's order to send them to the William Industrial Zone."

William...

It seems to have the same name as the prince and marshal of the Falcon Kingdom.

But this is nothing surprising.

㱗In a feudal kingdom with agriculture as its economic pillar, it is highly likely that only the royal family and the nobles would have the ability to industrialize. Since the industrial areas are the assets of the royal family, there is nothing wrong with naming them after members of the royal family.

I took a look at the tractor and muttered something when I saw that there were pots and pans inside.

"What's the use of this thing?"

Commander Quanshui ignored his muttering and stared at the man and continued to interrogate him.

"What's the name of the factory you sent to? What does it produce?"

The tractor-trailer driver replied in an uncertain voice.

"The name is Royal Foundry No. 1... OK, it seems to be a company that produces steel pipes."

Steel pipe? !

When everyone heard this, their eyes suddenly lit up.

I asked with the darkest excitement after putting down the batch of goods on the tractor.

"Is it a seamless steel pipe?"

The driver couldn't laugh or cry and replied: "Sir, I'm just a deliveryman. I really don't know... Just ask the factory director there."

Steel pipe is just one of the products of that factory.

Including steel helmets, engineer shovels, bayonets, and military kettles. Bullets and a series of other production lines are there, but he didn't dare to say.

These people always gave him a bad feeling.

"Good intention," Commander Quan Shui said with a smile on his face, patted his driver's shoulder, looked at the frightened man in front of him and continued, "Can you take us to see your factory director?"

How could that man dare to say a word "no"? Facing that warm smile like a spring breeze, he only dared to nod like a chicken pecking at rice.

Quanshui didn't talk nonsense. Yantou looked at his teammates behind him and waved.

"Let's go and torture them."

"What should I do with this tractor?" I looked at the newly repaired tractor next to me and thought it was a pity to lose it.

Quan Shui thought for a moment and had an idea in his mind.

"Throw the goods in the car into the wheat field. The tractor... take it with you first."

Although he didn't think about the use of this thing, what if it could be used?

Anyway, take it with you first.

…

The Storm Troops were still advancing quietly under the cover of night.

At the same time, in Falcon City dozens of kilometers away, the night was boiling like a burning flame.

Dense gunshots came one after another, like raging waves surrounding the towering castle in the center of Falcon City.

The first two teams of soldiers who entered the city were almost defeated.

The alliance's pilots seemed to carry the ammunition of a 10,000-man army, and the bursts of gunfire sounded as if bullets were free of charge.

Not only that, they even removed the machine guns from the plane.

The masonry houses and walls in the urban area were like paper in front of the 12mm caliber machine gun bullets, and even the people and the walls were often shattered into pieces with a single blast.

At the last moment of his life, Adem, who was "encircling and suppressing enemy pilots" in the deep city, did not wait for reinforcements from the rear.

However, what he didn't know was that his commander was not blind or deaf, but simply had no time to care about him.

The alliance pilots were obviously not satisfied with solving a few minions. At the same time as they surrounded him, they separated a team of men to attack the gate of the castle and started a fierce exchange of fire with the defenders at the gate.

Predictably, facing the firepower of dozens of aircraft machine guns, the Falcon Kingdom soldiers with only a few bolt-action rifles were completely powerless to fight back.

Seeing that the gunfire had burned the bottom of his eyebrows, Myrdal made a prompt decision and immediately sent two loyal guards to the main entrance of the castle with explosives, intending to blow up the gatehouse directly.

Although this cannot stop the alliance from entering the castle, it can at least buy some time before the city defense army can catch up.

However, at this moment, a gunshot was heard from the distant bell tower, and a stream of blood mist instantly exploded on the heads of the guards who had just touched the castle's main entrance.

Fang Yan, who was still unaware of the sound of the gunshot from the guard next to him, was soon followed by another bullet that penetrated his skull.

This time, the gunshot was not even heard, and the man fell to the ground without saying a word.

"Two!"

The battle results were reported on the communication channel. Ye Shi was lying on the top of the bell tower, his eyes tightly attached to the scope, searching for the edge of the castle.

With the assistance of the thermal imaging scope, the night was as eye-catching to him as the day, and all living things were invisible.

The perception of murderous intent allows him to quickly determine whether his position is exposed and whether other snipers are targeting him.

Controlling the rhythm of his breathing, he pulled the trigger again.

There was a gunshot, and in the distance near the castle gate, another guard was shot in the head and fell heavily to the side.

The continuous casualties brought great psychological pressure to the defenders near the castle gate, and even the most loyal soldiers could not help but begin to feel fear.

Compared with the heavy firepower of machine guns and the buzz of dive fighter planes, it is obviously the snipers with cold guns that are more nerve-wracking.

The sudden bursts of machine gun fire will definitely kill the veterans who have been killed on the battlefield all year round. The sniper rifle that is out of the ambush range will kill someone almost as long as the gunshot is fired.

Experience has lost its effect.

Everyone behind the bunker became meat on the chopping board.

No one knows who will be targeted next.

Facing the alliance's fierce and well-coordinated offensive, the defense line at the castle's main entrance is collapsing behind it...

"...Three!"

Calmly removing the bullet casing from the gun chamber, Ye Shi took a deep breath and began to search for the next target with higher value.

At the same time, the fighting in the city has basically ended.

Listening to the distant gunfire, Lao Bai pulled out the hot hatchet from a corpse, raised his index finger and pressed it on the side of the helmet.

"The city has been cleared."

The sound of strong wind soon came over the communication channel.

"Well done, let's continue to advance towards the palace!"

"receive!"

Lao Bai grinned, hung the melt cutting ax on the exoskeleton, and Xin picked up the rifle hanging on his chest.

It feels good to play support occasionally.

But having said that, there are still some experts in the Falcon Kingdom.

For example, the person he killed just now turned out to be an awakened man.

He thought that all the masters of this kingdom had died in the battle before.

It seems difficult for any game to avoid a problem, that is, the changes in the version can never keep up with the pace of players' snowballing.

Especially for this kind of game that claims to be completely real, the existence of "players" who not only cannot die, but also become stronger as they fight is full of absurdity.

He could clearly feel that their opponents were getting weaker and weaker as they fought. At first, a ten-man infantry squad could only be equipped with one light machine gun, but now, let alone light machine guns, there are only more than thirty anti-aircraft guns left in the huge capital, and the two infantry teams cannot even muster three machine guns. .

The almost frenzied mobilization has drained the kingdom of its last vestiges of vitality.

If the Falcon Kingdom a few months ago was still a hungry wolf armed to the teeth by the Legion, then now it is completely like a dying old dog.

Rather than saying that they were beaten to death, it would be better to say that they were dragged to death.

Because players cannot die, no matter how the alliance mobilizes, as long as those NPCs that cannot be resurrected are not put into the front line on a large scale, the manpower pool will not change much. Instead, it will make a war fortune because of the support of enterprises.

Theoretically, facing any "non-player force", the alliance can win in this unreasonable way. As long as industrial production does not stagnate, it can kill the opponent even if it consumes.

Lao Bai couldn't help but wonder how A Guang would deal with the expansion of combat power in the later stage.

However, now is obviously not the time to think about this.

“…it’s time to give this crumbling house the final kick.”

Looking at the main entrance of the castle that had been captured in the distance, Lao Bai grinned and led a group of team members behind him to quickly kill Fang Yan in the castle.

…

At this moment, the castle was already a sea of ​​fire.

The sound of panicked footsteps and the rising and falling of sharp arrows could be heard constantly.

No one thought that the flames of war would reach His Majesty the King's castle.

Most people thought tonight was just another air raid, and while it would be tough, it wouldn't be too hard.

But now——

These innocent thoughts have all come to naught.

They had never been on the battlefield or even been affected by the flames of war. At this moment, they finally realized the fear of death.

The servants who had been groveling in the past had completely changed their appearance now, and the fear of death completely tore off their respectful masks.

Those who want to survive hide and escape at all costs, while those who give up on survival are completely reduced to beasts at the last moment of their lives.

Some people jumped into the pool, some hid on the stove in the back kitchen, and some fought over the cupboards.

Worried about being insulted by the Union soldiers, a noble lady chose to hang herself. However, before she could kick off the chair under her feet, an old servant rushed in from the door and snatched her and her clothes away.

"What are you doing?!"

"Be honest! Damn it, I'm going to die anyway, why do you care about me?!"

Instead of his usual humility and flattery, the old servant stared at the white patch of snow in front of him, his mung bean-like eyes filled with madness and greed.

With what their soldiers did on the front line, it was impossible for their enemies to let them go.

Rather than giving an outsider an advantage, it would be better to let him do it——

In desperation, the aristocratic lady grabbed the vase that fell on the ground, hit the servant on the head hard, and broke out from under him while he was moaning in pain.

The people in this castle have gone crazy!

She ran outside with all her strength, running aimlessly, not knowing where to go, and just wanted to stay away from here.

As a result, as soon as she went downstairs, she ran into the group of people who came from outside the castle.

"Although I don't object to you throwing yourself into your arms, but...can we separate the occasions? Let's talk about it after we finish the fight?"

Seeing the woman who suddenly rushed out, Ye Shi, who had just raised the muzzle of his gun, lowered the gun in embarrassment and made a joke to lighten the atmosphere.

Would it be considered manslaughter if a fire broke out at this time?

It probably doesn't count...

"Stop talking nonsense."

He tore off a section of the curtain and threw it on the woman's chest. Lao Bai stared at her with frightened eyes and asked you in Chinese couplets.

"Where is your king?"

The woman hugged the curtain tightly with both hands, looked at him in horror, and stammered.

"He...I saw him in the palace. He was sitting there in the morning and never came out."

Lao Bai continued to ask.

"Where are the other royal members?"

"I, I don't know... but I heard everyone said that we should hide in the dungeon." Out of the desire to survive, she still sold the others.

Ye Shi teased.

"Boy, these people knew we were coming and locked themselves in."

Guangfeng touched the bridge of his nose.

"Just to avoid air raids."

The girl was only wearing a thin piece of cloth, and he really didn't know where to put his eyes.

Lao Bai nodded and waved to his teammates behind him.

"䙙宫!"

Others also reacted quickly and continued to advance forward.

The sound of gunfire spread from the vestibule to the main building of the castle.

A firefight broke out between the two sides in the narrow stairwell, and the Burning Legion dispersed into the castle and began to clear out the armed resistance forces room by room.

At the same time, there was silence in the palace of the castle, and the chaos and gunshots outside could hardly be heard here.

Montgotte, who was sitting on the throne, looked at the silent night sky outside the window and the slow firelight under the night curtain, and did not speak for a long time.

He actually knows everything.

As the master of this kingdom, how could he not know what was happening in this kingdom?

Since a month ago, there has been no news from the front line, and even the traces of a ten-captain have to boast about the situation.

This is obviously not a sign of imminent victory.

At this time, the palace door opened.

Myrdal walked in quickly and motioned to the guards behind him to close the door.

His face was covered in blood, and he had at least two gunshot wounds on his body. He even walked with a limp, which showed that the battle situation was anxious.

Kneeling on one knee at the steps in front of the throne, he said in a sincere voice.

"Your Majesty, the alliance soldiers have captured the main entrance of the castle! Please follow me immediately to the underground passage in the front and backyard..."

Mongot looked away from the window and looked at him, but did not get up, but slowly said his name.

"Myrdal."

"His Majesty?"

"Tell me...do you think I did something wrong?"

Myrdal was stunned.

Looking at Myrdal who didn't speak, Menggot continued to talk.

"I hope to hear the truth... I swear in the name of the Shahai spirit, every word you say next is the truth from the heart."

"I... don't know, Your Majesty," Myrdal lowered his head, and the urging and anxiety in his eyes were suddenly replaced by a touch of confusion, "The truth is that I don't know, I don't know where we came from."

The embankments of Oasis No. 2 are disappearing, and the area of ​​the oasis is decreasing every year. It won't take a few centuries for the great desert to swallow them up - just like Oasis No. 1, which has already disappeared.

The Sand Sea Spirit did not give its blessings and other places to each of his children. They neither have the vast land of the Lion Kingdom nor the seaport of the Hump Kingdom. Even the honey badger and the golden lizard have innate conditions. Nothing compares.

They have no choice but to fight.

But keep fighting...

He also couldn't see where he was coming from.

The Weiland people did not tell them where the end was, let alone a world ruled by the Weiland people, where would they, the aliens, be...

Mongot closed his eyes and did not comment on Myrdal's answer. He just sat there indifferently, as if waiting for something.

At this time, the palace door was violently knocked open, and the one-meter-high door panel slammed to the ground, sending up billows of dust.

Looking at the soldiers appearing at the door, Myrdal reflexively clenched the saber at his waist, but when he faced the black muzzles of the guns, his movements stopped.

No need to doubt.

Even if he is a strong warrior who has awakened twice, without automatic weapons, it is impossible to defeat a group of awakened warriors who are armed with live ammunition.

The opponent can sieve him and the saber in his hand with just a few moves of his fingers.

After exchanging glances with Lao Bai, Kuangfeng stepped forward, stopped in the middle of the palace, and looked up at the old man sitting on the throne.

He was like a weak, ordinary old man, with no trace of the majesty that a king should have, just like the kingdom at his feet that was running out of oil and lamps.

The scythe of death has been placed on his neck.

Bangfeng looked at him and said.

"Surrender, you have already lost."

Mengge looked at the man in front of him quietly, his dry lips slowly opening and closing as he spoke.

"The Falcon Royal Family will not surrender."

Not surprised by his words, Fengfeng looked at him expressionlessly and continued to talk.

"We're not here to ask for your opinion."

"We have occupied this castle. What you say, even life or death, is irrelevant to us."

"We will declare to the outside world that you have surrendered, and the Union flag flying on the roof of the castle is the best evidence. We use your face to combine the image, and use your channels to speak out, telling your soldiers that the Union has defected. The Weirant people opened fire...I believe that even if most people will hesitate, some will do it."

"This war will not end, we will continue to fight on your land, Triumph City will send his army as you wish and declare a never-ending expedition, and we also have no reason to retreat, we will fight here Until the last person, until this place changes from an oasis to a desert, until you shed the last drop of blood..."

Myrdal's hands and feet felt cold after hearing this, and he looked at the young man in surprise.

The pupils of Montgotte, who was sitting on the throne, shrank slightly, and suddenly he seemed to understand something, and a tragic smile appeared on his face.

"Is this an order from you to manage people..."

"No."

Bangfeng looked at him expressionlessly and continued, "The last right thing you can do for this country, this desert... is to sign the unconditional surrender agreement and then order the entire army to put down their weapons. Go to the town of Bicester to surrender.”

"Then we will enter the hell of eternal damnation." Mengge said quietly, "Everyone will ride on our heads... I would rather die like a glorious warrior."

The strong wind said indifferently.

"No, we are different from the Weiland people. We will not drive you all away. You can start anew."

"Of course, if you reject this last opportunity, I can guarantee that your nightmare has just begun."

Mongot stared at him intently,

The cloudy pupils were motionless, as if they were weighing the pros and cons, and also seemed to be judging whether the man in front of him was trustworthy.

The atmosphere of silence lasted for a long time between the two of them.

Finally, the old man slowly closed his eyes as if he had figured something out.

"Which side is hell? It can only be left to future generations to evaluate... In any case, we have indeed lost."

This sentence seemed to drain all the strength from his body. He relaxed his tense shoulders and slowly leaned on the cold throne.

"I surrender."

When the sound of relief came out of the dry lips, both Myrdal standing in the palace and the soldier lying at the door covering his gunshot wound all let out a sigh of relief.

It's finally over...

Myrdal suddenly discovered unexpectedly that from some unknown time, what he was praying for was no longer victory, but just an ending.

Whether it's decent or not...