This Game Is Too Realistic

In the square in front of the castle.

Standing on the tower of the main gate, you can see the huge crowds of people. It is so dark that even the road leading to the square is blocked by water.

Since the promulgation of the Wartime Regulations, this kind of spontaneous large-scale gathering of residents has not happened for a long time.

Everyone is afraid of being caught as a young man, or being caught as a spy by the Earl of Cromway appointed by His Majesty the King.

Only now that the war is over can people dare to wander the streets without their children.

Looking at the gallows in the center of the square, people around the square were buzzing and whispering excitedly, talking about the gossip they had heard from others.

"Did you hear that? Matt Neal was sentenced to hang!"

"The Baron?"

"I remember that the Hunter family seemed to have died at his hands."

"His little daughter is so cute...it's a pity that she happened to be attracted by that villain."

"Poor Hunter... I heard that his eldest son died outside the City of Fertility. He was burned and his body could not be found. He himself also lost an arm when he retreated, but unfortunately he did not die on the battlefield. "

"The 20,000th team...it's too miserable."

"...In the end, it was his enemy who helped him take revenge."

"Bah! Matt Neal... this bastard! I remember him! My wife was..." A thin man cursed and spat, but suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

The people around him became more energetic after hearing this, looking at him sympathetically and curiously as he continued to ask.

"Then what?"

"Tell me about it."

The man's face turned red, and he was tired of being asked. He finally suppressed a curse and drove away the people watching the fun around him.

"Tell me about your mother!"

Next to the gallows not far away, under the gaze of pairs of eyes, the belated "protagonists" finally appeared.

A typical nobleman was captured by Union soldiers and pushed to the gallows by the angry citizens.

Faced with the inevitable death, even the most ferocious person can't help but turn pale and his lips turn white.

One baron closed his eyes, and the man next to him was so frightened that he peed his pants. The smell leaking from his trouser legs made the executioner who was pressing him to the execution ground frown.

The nobleman's ugly appearance made the residents in the audience roar with excitement.

They had never seen these decent people look so miserable. It was even more exciting than watching crickets wrestling in the quagmire.

Even these well-dressed people are afraid of death.

These people are not as noble as they claim to be.

Facing death, they will cry and beg for mercy.

But even if they beg for mercy, the angry citizens are not going to let these hateful guys go.

It was they who sent those young men to the front lines, and sent fat cattle, sheep, and young girls to the military camps, just to please those Weirant people.

These nobles did not dare to resist the rule of the Wilantes, but in turn passed on all the suffering to innocent people like them.

㩙Person…

Still too few kills!

Because there were no rotten eggs or rotten vegetable leaves, people could only pick up stones on the ground to express their hatred. In order to prevent these people from dying before being executed, the militiamen standing nearby could only step forward to remove the crowd and these people who were waiting to be slaughtered. prisoners separated.

The executioner read out aloud the numerous crimes committed by these people during the war, including murder and arson, committing crimes in the street, stealing money and so on, which further ignited the anger in people's hearts.

"Kill them!"

"Off their heads!"

"Hang them on the street lights!"

"Quiet! Silence! Listen to me!"

A man about thirty or forty years old, wearing linen clothes, walked up to the crowd.

His name is Taut.

㱗Before the promulgation of the "War Regulations", he was a papermaker. Now because of his literacy, he was picked out by Union soldiers to serve as a committee representative.

"Friends...from the River Valley Province, tell us to speak Wendai, even when dealing with jackals and hyenas! We must end their lives in Wendai ways!"

The nobleman's mouth was gagged, and he didn't even have a chance to quibble. The executioner's glove tied a bowl-sized hemp rope around his neck.

Taut turned around, looked at the gallows, and waved his right hand vigorously.

"Execution!"

In the cheers of the people, the wooden board fell to the ground, the soles of the man's feet were empty, his neck was broken, and his sinful life ended on the gallows.

"Long live the Alliance!"

"Long live the Autonomous Committee!"

"Good kill!"

The people in the audience burst into deafening cheers.

Several people in the crowd had flashing expressions and walked away quietly with pale faces. In the mansion not far from the square, Earl Cromwell stood by the window, his hands holding the window eaves trembling.

Now the Alliance only executed those who committed crimes during the occupation, and did not go on a killing spree in the palace.

But what happens after the Alliance leaves?

This mob that got the guns has gone crazy.

In order to allow the mobilization law to be implemented smoothly, he killed many people for His Majesty the King...

What he fears most now is that those people will blame him.

Standing behind Earl Cromwell, the white-haired old butler whispered.

"Sir... I suggest you go out of the city to avoid the limelight in the near future."

His master is the man of honor in the eyes of His Majesty the King.

But at this juncture, it's not a good idea to be too close to that bad old man.

The alliance's attitude is unpredictable.

But they suddenly attacked the nobles in the city and gave the guns to the people. This was obviously not a good sign.

Earl Cromwell said nothing, his eyes struggled for a while, and finally he gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"I can't leave."

Looking at the surprised butler, Cromwell paused and continued.

"Tian... the Heart of Steel will be here at the latest. The alliance's top commander and even the manager will most likely be on that airship."

The king can no longer speak and do anything. If he wants to survive, he can only please his master... Otherwise, it will be useless no matter where he escapes.

A trace of sadness appeared on the earl's face.

Unfortunately, there is too little information about the alliance.

I don’t know what that adult likes...

…

After the trial and hanging, Taut asked the young men carrying guns to drag the body outside the river embankment and bury it anywhere.

If any family members arrive, leave it to them directly... But at this juncture, even if their family members want to collect their bodies for them, they may have to wait.

Under the instruction of the Alliance, the Autonomous Committee of Falcon City established a militia group.

Most of these militiamen are young men who have served in the labor force before. They are directly affiliated with the Autonomous Committee and are mainly responsible for maintaining public security in the city.

Looking at the hemp rope dangling gently on the gallows, Taut calmed down and suddenly felt a faint chill on his back...

Only then did he realize that the Alliance had put something into his hands.

Killing these guys really relieved his anger. Like the people, he hated those guys who bullied them.

But after the killing, he became afraid.

The Alliance cannot stay here forever...

What if they leave?

Will Your Majesty spare him?

Will those nobles spare him?

"Straighten your waist." Looking at Taote, whose face turned slightly pale, Lao Bai reached out and patted his shoulder, grinning and said, "You have a gun in your hand, so what are you afraid of?"

Taut said with a wry smile.

"This, this is not a question of guns... After all, those people are nobles conferred by His Majesty the King."

"So? Are they awakened ones, or do they have a few divisions in their hands?" Lao Bai shrugged, "The alliance has no king, but we are still living well."

Taote and several other industry representatives around him were too frightened to say anything by this rebellious statement, but after thinking about it, it seemed to make sense.

What are they afraid of if they have guns...

Thinking of this, several people grasped the rifles in their hands tighter, as if what they held in their hands was their lifeblood.

Lao Bai smiled and patted the NPC named Taote on the shoulder.

"From today on, you are the chairman of the committee. Remember, even if we leave one day, you can't just throw it away... This is not for us, but for the oppressed people behind you. Don't let it down. them."

Taut nodded nervously.

"I promise!"

Looking at this middle-aged man, Lao Bai nodded.

They won't stay here long.

The Falcon Kingdom is too far away for the Alliance, so far away that these people can regard an imaginary bearded man as a manager.

After all, people need to complete their own salvation.

All they can do is drop a seed on this land.

As for what will grow...

That's up to them.

…

The "Citizens' Autonomous Committee" was just a small episode after the Alliance occupied Falcon City. The Burning Corps did much more under the instruction of Chu Guangdi.

All the equipment in the entire royal capital that could produce seamless steel pipes and stamped bullet casings had been destroyed, and any factories or workshops that were related to the military industry or had just a little something to do with it were blasted and demolished.

As for the craftsmen and engineers trained by the Falcon Kingdom...

It's never a good idea to kill someone.

After Lao Bai and Chu Guang had a phone call, they decided to arrange a place for these people to settle down near Bicester Town.

As luck would have it, Commander Quan Shui, who had just arrived at William Industrial Area, also inadvertently did something similar.

In the William Industrial Park.

Since the surrender broadcast had already arrived here first, when Quanshui gathered three centurions to attack, they found that the guard stationed here had been disbanded.

Not a single security guard was seen in the huge industrial area.

Inside the First Royal Foundry.

The workers were all sitting on the edge of the factory in a daze. When they saw the Alliance soldiers coming in, they immediately squatted on the ground.

Seeing the unkind appearance of these people, factory director Bowman quickly stepped forward to greet them and said with a smile on his face.

"Sir... we have surrendered."

Quan Shui glanced at him.

"I know."

That's all from last night.

When the rotation was offline, he went to the forum and took a look. He had known that the Falcon Kingdom had surrendered and that a total of 80,000 troops were squatting outside Bicester Town.

All the building materials that were delivered there were used.

Looking at the soldiers who rushed into the factory to rummage through boxes and cabinets, the smile on Bowman's face gradually turned into anxiety, and he looked at the man in front of him dumbfounded.

"Then...then what are they doing?"

Commander Quan Shui hadn't spoken yet, so I, standing aside, spoke for him with a playful smile.

"Come here to get the loot, what's the problem?"

The factory director looked dumbfounded.

Take the spoils and rob those rich aristocratic grandpas!

What can you find in this factory...

At this time, Kakarot, carrying a rifle, came back from the factory in front.

"Two rifle production lines were found... capable of producing 300 rifles a day at full capacity."

"Three hundred?!" I looked at him in deepest amazement and muttered, "This month we will be able to arm an army of ten thousand people."

"Absolutely." Commander Quanshui nodded, looked at Kakarot and continued to ask, "Where are the bullets and cannonballs?"

Kakarot: "The ammunition production line is also here. It's no problem to produce 200,000 to 300,000 rounds per day. There are also 100mm caliber artillery and artillery shells... Fortunately, they have no resources. If the production line is opened to the maximum, this battle will be difficult. Until the end of the year."

Commander Quan Shui nodded and said with emotion.

"Good guy, there are a lot of good things in it."

There is a saying that although those Wilantes do not regard these outsiders as human beings, they still support the Falcon Kingdom as a slave country.

The industrial equipment in this industrial park was obviously not made by the locals themselves. Most of it was transported from the west of the desert.

Including chain steel plants, chemical plants, etc...

If they were given a few sulfur mines and iron mines, maybe they could hold on for a while longer.

Unfortunately, the reality is not as good as falsehood.

If the resources of Oasis No. 2 were really that rich, they would not need to seek refuge with the Legion, let alone expand externally.

Just like the Kingdom of Lions.

Looking at the rows of industrial equipment and various types of machine tools that the power players moved out of the factory, I suddenly said with a pity on my face.

"It would be a shame if it exploded. Why don't we move it away."

I heard from professional players that although they have obtained some sophisticated production equipment and machine tools from enterprises, there is still a huge demand for some large-scale industrial equipment.

There is no such thing as too much.

Kakarot glanced at this whimsical guy blankly.

"How do you move this?"

Kevin, who had a broken leg, couldn't help but complain.

"That's right, where can I put it after moving it?"

I scratched the back of my head.

"Isn't there an airship? Such a big airship... it shouldn't be difficult to hoist it up, right?"

In order to accommodate those gliders, the Heart of Steel didn't carry much ammunition.

Now that these gliders have been thrown out, they have followed them down. The space freed up can always be filled with something, right?

Quan Shui thought about it and thought it made sense. After thinking for a while, he came up with a compromise.

"If you can move it, you can move it, but if you can't, it will explode!"

It is not easy to transport the alliance directly, but you can first transport it to the Honey Badger Kingdom next door.

Renting a piece of land shouldn't be too difficult.

If the management intends to keep Bicester Town in their hands, supplying supplies from the Honey Badger Kingdom Factory nearby is the best choice.

With that said, Commander Quanshui came to the factory director and announced his decision.

"Although your equipment is a little behind and looks a little shabby, it can still be used. It's really a pity that it exploded like this."

Hearing that the corps commander planned to let go of these machines, the factory director suddenly became happy. But before he could be happy, the man in front of him spoke immediately.

"...So we decided not to blow up the ones that can be moved, but only to blow up the ones that can't be moved. You pick a few engineers who know how to move and let them help us, and it also saves everyone's time. ”

I have never heard such a shameless request, and it was so reasonable when made, the factory director said with a sad face.

"You can take me with you."

I didn't expect this guy to be so smart. Quan Shui looked at him in surprise, a happy smile appeared on his face, and he patted his shoulder hard.

"Yes, no problem! I'm glad you are willing to abandon the secret and surrender. We can help you take your family with you!"

Factory Director: "???"

Instead of looking at the confused factory director, Quan Shui gave me the darkest look and specifically said it in the Chinese couplet.

"You follow the factory director to his home, and remember to be polite."

I gave a black hey and tightened my rifle on my back.

"okay!"

…

Cleaning out the cable that was tangled in the propeller took longer than expected.

The Heart of Steel stopped seventy miles east of Falcon City for nearly ten hours, and finally arrived at Falcon City before dusk on the first day.

"I'm sorry...respected Sir, I have kept you waiting for so long."

Standing in front of Chu Guangyi, the acting captain said awkwardly.

When the management asked him before, he confidently said that it could be repaired in ten hours, but it turned out that the steel cable was more stubborn than he imagined.

In particular, the airship continued to slide forward for a while under the influence of inertia, causing the propeller to rotate in the opposite direction and disturb the steel cable, so that their pilots had to endure the cold wind for several more hours.

"It's okay, it's just a little late."

Looking at the nearby Falcon City, Chu Guang was in a good mood. He narrowed his eyes slightly and continued in a pleasant tone.

"But remember next time, when I ask you a question, give me the most confident answer."

The captain stood at attention solemnly, with his right fist close to his chest.

"yes!"

It had only been a few months since the Alliance got the Heart of Steel. The crew on the airship were even drawn from the army and air force. It was normal for them to be unskilled in their work.

Chu Guang had no intention of criticizing his subordinates for these efforts.

However, this bad habit of bragging must be changed, and we must not narrow the road like those Weiland people.

Only by understanding the truest situation can he make the most reasonable judgment possible.

This is why he chose to go to the front line with his players.

Standing nearby, McClung had mixed feelings.

It was only now that he finally understood the alliance's plan.

But what makes him feel most complicated is not that the Alliance is taking a strategic risk, but that he can still use the Heart of Steel like this? !

Especially the glider siege tactic was an eye-opener for him.

Looking at the bridge of the ship so close, McClun suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart...

This is undoubtedly his Heart of Steel, and he can no longer remember what the airship originally looked like...it has completely transformed into the shape of the Alliance.

While the bridge of the Heart of Steel was overlooking Falcon City, the residents of the city and the royal nobles were also looking up at the huge thing floating in the clouds.

Shadows fell from the sky and even covered the entire city in front of the castle.

Sitting on the throne of the castle palace, King Mongot stared straight out the window at the approaching airship.

It seems to have started after the hanging at noon...

He suddenly realized that although he was still sitting on the throne, he had lost control of the royal capital—and even the entire kingdom.

First of all, the nobles were staying away from him, intentionally or unintentionally, and turned to please the people of the Alliance.

Not even just the nobles.

Even the servants in the castle and even the pet dog he kept in the castle began to wag their tails at "your master".

Thinking of this, King Mongot's lips couldn't help but curl up with a hint of self-mockery.

Speaking of which, it seemed like this was the case when the Wilantes came.

What an irony...

At this time, Myrdal slowly walked in from the outside.

"His Majesty."

Mongot looked at him and suddenly sighed softly.

"At times like this, you are the only one who still remembers me as the king."

Myrdal knelt on one knee and said respectfully.

"You will always be my Majesty."

Mongot nodded happily.

"Very well...tell me what you have to report today."

Myrdal stared at the ground with a complicated expression for a long time, then slowly spoke.

"The alliance manager will arrive at the castle in two hours. If you go to greet him outside the castle in person... it may appear more sincere."

Mengge's face stiffened slightly.

Although he knew that Myrdal was doing it for his own good, his current situation still made him feel as if he had mixed emotions.

There was silence for a long time.

He held the armrests with both hands and slowly stood up from the throne.

Those trembling movements seemed to have aged more than ten years overnight... from a majestic emperor to a dying old man.

"I understand."

…

At the same time that the Heart of Steel entered the capital of the Falcon King, in the vast desert of the Far West, an airship no less big than the Heart of Steel was slowly advancing.

Its name is "Judgment" and it comes from the distant Triumph City.

Compared with the Heart of Steel, its firepower is much inferior. It has neither the 400mm main gun nor the reserved space for installing the forward gun bay.

However, although its ground support capability is slightly inferior, it will never be at a disadvantage if it is faced with a "same type" of airships.

The "phase energy rectifier" installed on the belly of the airship can emit "quark gluon slurry" wrapped in a gravitational field.

Although that thing is not very lethal and has a short existence time, it can effectively paralyze deflection shields and anti-gravity devices, which are devices based on the core principles of "gravitons" and "gravitational field interference".

Its effect will be more direct than that of EMP, and it is difficult to defend through simple conventional means such as a "Faraday cage".

It's a pity that in the Wasteland Era, this kind of weapon used in the aerospace field has long been "outdated".

Especially when dealing with alien species and mutants, it is not even as useful as black powder.

I am afraid that only the Great Rift Valley Divine Shield system and the Legion's own airship can be put to use on the entire planet.

In fact, strictly speaking, it only threatens the legion's own airships. After all, a shield of the size of the Holy Shield system is not at the same level as this ship-borne weapon in terms of efficiency.

Triumph City rarely sends airships like the "Judgment" to the front line, unless there are special circumstances where the "phase cannon" may be used.

For example now...

Although it set off a month later than the supplies sent to the front line, the airship arrived a few days earlier than those slow trucks.

Two people stood in front of the French window on the bridge.

The one on the left has a thick beard and a burn scar under the corner of his right eye. His face looks very vicious.

His name was Joseph, and he was the general of the Eastern Army. He was sent to take over Griffin's position as the commander-in-chief of the Luoxia Province.

The identity of the other person was even more incredible. He was personally appointed by His Majesty the Marshal as the Governor of Luoxiata Province - even though he was required to oversee an oasis of less than 70,000 square miles.

The two of them were chatting in a normal tone, but their words were testing each other.

"...I don't dislike the enlargementists, I even sympathize with them, but it is a fact that they are stupid, and we have been dragged into a dangerous and useless war."

"Then what do you think we should do?" Joseph looked sideways at the governor next to him and asked.

Cohen continued, expressionless.

"They should strengthen their control over the vassals and try to avoid direct conflicts with the east coast enterprises before completely occupying the Luoxia Province. In fact, if they were not greedy and wanted to eat up the Kailuo No. 0 and the Vault 0 together, they would also I won’t end up like this.”

Joseph's eyebrows couldn't help but twitch.

"Then are we going to sit back and watch the company get Vault 0?"

Cohen did not answer this question directly, but gave an ambiguous answer.

"It depends on what they can find out there."

He does not believe that there is a master key that can solve a crisis. The problem of the wasteland is far from being solved by a few more black boxes.

The Marshal also had the same idea.

If Vault 0 was really so important, he wouldn't be here today.

Joseph was slightly disappointed.

He still couldn't read His Majesty the Marshal's thoughts through this guy.

Knowing that there would be no results if he continued to ask, he simply said it bluntly.

"Then which faction are you?"

Cohen replied succinctly.

"I do not belong to any faction. I will always stand with His Majesty the Marshal. Your Majesty the Marshal's position is my position."

Standing behind the two of them, Captain Adria found awkwardly that he couldn't get a word in at all and could only pass the time by looking at the scenery outside the bridge.

There is a four-star general and a five-star governor. No matter which one they are, their status and backing are far inferior to that of a three-star captain.

At this time, his adjutant ran over and whispered a few words into his ear.

"...The Heart of Steel is over Falcon City."

Adria had a surprised expression on her face.

"McCron is still alive?"

The adjutant said with an ugly expression.

"I don't know...there's a flag on it that I haven't seen before."

Adria thought for a moment, nodded and said.

"Give it to me."

With that said, he walked next to the two big men and said in a deep voice.

"Sir, Falcon City is ahead... The Heart of Steel is over Falcon City. Judging from the flag it is flying, it should be an Alliance person."

Cohen frowned.

In order to make herself feel a little bit more present, Adria continued respectfully.

"Want to fire?"

Joseph glanced at him and teased.

"have a thought."

Adria was stunned for a moment and looked at him blankly, not understanding what the general meant.

Looking at the boundless sand sea and the looming outline at the end of the sand sea outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Cohen continued to order expressionlessly.

"Slow down."

Whether to fight or not to fight.

We have to figure out the situation over there first...

At the same time, in the boundless yellow sand.

A silver-gray powered armor slowly raised its head and cast its gaze toward the glow in front of it, which was swallowed up by the rolling yellow sand.

His eyes did not focus on the black cloud that looked like a collapsed building, but looked through the black cloud at the "Sky Fortress" that was moving forward.

A trace of solemnity gradually appeared on Yun Song's face.

"The people from Triumph City are here."

The android soldier following him nodded slowly.

"ah……"

A century and a half.

They finally faced each other again...