This Game Is Too Realistic

Time goes back to the second half of the night before dawn.

While the fierce battle between the Burning Corps and the Torch remnants was in full swing, in another abandoned city a hundred kilometers away, a bloody battle was entering its final climax.

Hundreds of "Conquer" tanks and their coordinated infantry cut off all entrances from the ruins to the wilderness. They also cut off the possibility of the bacterial variants in the Kingdom of Heaven's territory to reinforce the city ruins.

Immediately afterwards, under the cover of artillery, more than 10,000 Wilant infantrymen and tens of thousands of clone soldiers launched simultaneous attacks from more than a dozen directions, launching an siege against the remnants of the Torch Church and the mutant tribes trapped in the ruins.

Judging from the map of the Prosperity Era, this abandoned city once belonged to a large city called Guangtian City, with a permanent population of more than eight million.

But now it's the wasteland era, and the prosperity of the past has long disappeared. Only the rusty road sign still remembers its name.

After learning that there might be information about the Gestalt Life Project hidden in this city, Wumu did not hesitate to mobilize the nearest 370,000th team to attack the enemy, and ordered them to take the lead in the alliance's landing force. Occupy it before!

The attackers were the Legion's 370,000th team and a Glorious Army composed of 30,000 clone troopers.

The defenders are the "Flame" Knights of the Torch and the "Lame" clan.

Although the name of Houyi sounds funny, it is obvious that the mutants of this clan are not really lame. With the mutants' ability to recover from severed limbs and regenerate, it is unlikely that they will be lame.

Even contrary to the funny name, the mutants of this clan are not cripples, but are natural hunters. They are often active in the rugged mountains and forests, and are extremely good at making traps and sneak attacks using high and low vision.

In the initial stage of the offensive, the 370,000th legion had suffered a lot at the hands of these "cripples".

But this is only the initial stage.

When the Vaillants discovered that these mutants were just the same, the rest of the situation was much easier to solve.

When they encountered a possible ambush, they would either send clone troopers to test the area, or simply fire a few rounds of artillery shells to blow them up before moving forward.

The commander of the 370,000th Regiment was very cautious when making decisions. He gradually compressed the torch's living space and activity area bit by bit through gradual encroachment, and finally forced all the followers to a relatively open area in the city center.

This battle lasted for three full days, during which both sides suffered a lot of injuries.

However, the torch was in a dead end. No matter how hard they resisted, the troops trapped in the city could only struggle to their death and could not change their final defeat.

When the offensive progressed to the third day, the Legion had successfully broken through the last line of defense, and several inches of the tank's barrel had been stuffed into the nostrils of the mutants and the Torch Cultists.

The remaining 200 Torch Cultists and less than 1,000 mutants were trapped in an abandoned commercial department store.

I think the entrance to the research facility should be there too.

Not only that, the Legion also discovered a "stable" where mutants kept prisoners in a nearby gymnasium.

These prisoners were naked and skinny, and most of them had sores on their bodies and traces of torture.

Some of them were probably used for the mutants' enjoyment, and they were also fed a large amount of nuts. When they were pulled out of the dungeon, they still had a broken expression.

The other part is probably an experiment prepared by the Torch Church for itself, or a "talent reserve". Although these people were not fed fruits, their mental condition was quite bad and they were obviously abused.

Regarding how to place these prisoners, there was a small disagreement among the middle and senior management of the 370,000th Team.

The traditional military aristocrats headed by Captain Favre believed that the stronger warriors should control the war supplies of the stronger ones in accordance with general practice...even if these war supplies were defective.

Some new officers believe that the legion's dignity in the community should be maintained. After all, what they are engaged in is not a war of conquest, but a just battle for the destiny of all mankind.

There are also a few people who think that it is better to simply give the other forces in the Community a solution, so that others can't find fault, and the legion itself will save trouble.

The representative of this minority opinion is the pangolin, a "seconded officer" from the official group.

Although this man is from the Guan Group, his background is not small. He is a talent discovered by General McClun. It is said that he single-handedly hunted a Deathclaw, and he can be called a hero among men.

After General McClun's defeat, he led the Empire's officers across thousands of kilometers to avoid being pursued and intercepted by the Alliance. Finally, he joined forces with the main force of the Legion in the desert, and killed nearly a thousand Alliance soldiers on the front line!

With this achievement, he was promoted from a servant army to a regular army, and followed General Griffin to fight in the desert. It was not until the eastward expansion faction lost power that he switched to the official group.

This legendary experience was enough to fill at least two columns in Triumph.

And speaking of this legendary experience, it also has some connection with the immediate superior of the officer present.

The captain of the 370,000th team was Colway.

This person was the officer who escorted the pangolin back to the rear after overcoming obstacles.

As for his promotion history, that is another legendary story.

To be honest, the battlefield atmosphere team also felt that this was a coincidence. The person who was sent to the front line for reinforcements was an old acquaintance of his, and he had just been seconded.

But this way it saved him a lot of money.

There is often a risk of being ganged up when working under other Weirant people, but there is no need to worry at all when working under this person.

Because they were Tuo brothers who had been through life and death together after all, Kelwei had never doubted him even once.

Seeing the argument going on at the command table, Colway coughed hard.

"That's enough, let me say a few words."

Everyone fell silent and looked at him.

After a pause, Colway slowly spoke in a majestic voice.

"...I think what the pangolins say is reasonable. Judging from the situation in the eyes of our survivors in the east, even if we provide food and drink to these captives, they may think that we are abusing those people. It is better to Let them take care of themselves.”

Seeing that General Colway, who had been silent until now, stepped aside, Captain Favre, who was standing in front of the command table, twitched his eyebrows fiercely and couldn't help but speak.

"General, I must remind you that according to the tradition of our Weirant people-"

"Then you just pick a few."

Favre was stunned and looked at Colway in confusion.

"...How many to choose?"

Colway shrugged.

"If you think you like any of the prisoners, pick them back and keep them. But I have to remind you that the marshal's rules are the biggest rules here. You must treat your servants well according to the standards of Triumph City. Don't Just hope you kill someone."

If when he heard the previous sentence, Favorite was just feeling physically uncomfortable, but when he heard the latter sentence, the corners of his mouth had already begun to twitch.

Raise this bunch of garbage according to the standards of Triumph City?

If he really wanted to do this, that would be crazy!

Seeing that no one raised any further objections, Colway rapped the table with his knuckles.

"Then it's decided, gather the prisoners together first, and then wait for arrangements from the relevant rescue agencies of the Nian Community to see whether they should be sent to Weiweifu City or find them a new home nearby."

After experiencing the battle in Luoxia Province, or in other words, after getting to know the pangolin, his views on the Wastelanders have changed a lot, and they are not as extreme as before.

In fact, it was not just him, but also many officers of the eastward expansion faction.

After returning to Triumph City after defeat, they all seriously reflected on the reasons for their failure, especially thinking about where they had gone too far.

As many wastelanders commented, they laid down a large area of ​​land across the entire western part of the Central Continent, but in fact they did not solve any problems.

The cycle of riots and suppression of riots is always repeated in the territory controlled by the four legions. There has never been real peace in places other than the Triumph City.

He wanted to try to solve some problems.

He had no ability before, but now that he is the captain of ten thousand men, he already has this ability.

Even if he only has one star on his epaulette.

The prisoner's love affair came to an end. This was just the smallest episode in the entire battle.

Shortly after Colway announced the solution, the quartermaster brought everyone tonight's supper—two charcoal-roasted lambs sprinkled with cumin and peppercorns.

At the same time, the communications soldier stood at the door of the command tent and made a report, bringing news from the front line.

"...the commander of the Torch refused to surrender and said he would fight until the end."

Looking at the two plump lambs in the military tent, the communications soldier couldn't help but swallow.

Colwe cut the leg of the lamb with a dagger and replied casually.

"We respect his choice. Since he is actively seeking death, let him drown in our gunfire with his stinking delusions."

This battle has entered the final stage. Whether the opponent surrenders or not actually has no impact. At most, it will throw dozens more corpses in the department store.

What the legion needs are Torch researchers, especially researchers who have information related to the Gestalt Life Project.

"Yes!" The communications soldier stood at attention and gave a military salute. He was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Colway.

"Wait a moment."

Calling the signal soldier to stop, Colway threw the severed leg of lamb over his shoulder.

Looking at the surprised signal soldier who hurriedly caught it, he smiled heartily and said.

"You must be hungry after working so late. Eat while walking on the road. Don't miss the opportunity."

"yes!!"

The communications soldier looked at him gratefully, performed another military salute, and then hurriedly took the order and left.

After watching the signal soldier leave, Colway didn't bother with any complicated matters and just asked everyone to eat while it was hot.

The officers in front of the command table were not polite. They pulled out their daggers and cut large pieces of meat, and started eating while talking and laughing. The tent was not lively for a while.

“This lamb is roasted well!”

"It would be even better with a glass of wine!"

"Haha, what you think is really beautiful."

"Wait until the war is over! There will be endless wine to drink and endless meat to eat at the celebration banquet!"

"That's really exciting."

Without participating in everyone's conversation, the battlefield atmosphere team focused all their attention on the buffet in front of them.

As a high-level awakened person, his appetite can be high or low. If you just want to maintain normal body functions and eat until you are seven to eight percent full, three or four kilograms of mutton is enough.

If you really open your belly and eat it, you can fit two sheep into it, and you can only go to the toilet a few times.

If he pays for the meal himself, he will usually take it easy.

But since it was public money to eat and drink, he didn't have to pay for it himself, so he naturally opened his belly and finished half of the sheep in a few clicks, which made Favreau next to him dumbfounded.

Is this guy a pig?

When Favre came to his senses, all that was left in front of him was a sheep's butt.

His brows twitched fiercely a few times. Just as he was about to say something strange, the tent door was opened again, and another communications soldier trotted in.

"Report! News came from the reconnaissance force. An explosion was discovered 100 kilometers southeast of our front! It is suspected to be an air strike launched by the Alliance Coastline Force!"

Upon hearing this, all the officers stopped eating and looked towards the door of the camp.

"100 kilometers to the southeast?" Colway frowned slightly, stared at the map and pondered for a moment, and found the location.

That is the Haibei ruins. The distance from there to Guangtian is the same as the distance to the coastline, which is about 100 kilometers.

However, it is obviously more difficult to get to the coastline from there. After all, the tunnels built during the Prosperous Era have collapsed, and you have to climb over the mountains.

Xianyi also realized the problem, and an officer frowned and said in thought.

"Did the Alliance landing force advance so fast?"

Another officer standing next to him also looked thoughtful and said after a long time.

"I heard that they had just taken over Vault 182, and now they immediately changed direction and launched an air strike 100 kilometers away... What on earth do they want to do?"

"I don't think it's easy," Favre stared at the map for a while, his eyes narrowed slightly, "...the road from the location where the alliance landed to the area where they air raided is rugged, and at least one-third is hilly, such as It’s just to join up with their main force, there’s no need to take risks in this direction.”

After a pause, he looked around at the other officers at the command table and continued.

"There is only one other explanation. There is something terrible hidden in the area where they air raided, and they don't want this thing to fall into our hands, so they plan to get ahead of us."

"I can even conclude that their action tonight is not just an air strike, there must be airborne troops following up!"

The officers at the command table were whispering and exchanging opinions, and they all felt that this analysis made sense.

The Battlefield Atmosphere Team lowered their heads and took a sip of water, pretending to choke on the meat, but in their hearts they were sweating for the brothers of the Burning Legion.

The other officers present may not know it, but he knows it as clearly as a mirror.

The Burning Legion is indeed taking action there, and the big fish they want to catch is quite big. It might be the main camp of the Torch Church in the entire Hai Ya Province region!

In order to avoid being targeted by the Legion, they deliberately limited the intensity of the firepower they delivered. Unexpectedly, the formation of a trap aroused the vigilance of this group of people.

He took a quick glance at Colway's expression, and saw that he had clearly been convinced by Favre's words, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

The warlord secretly thought something was wrong.

Even if they were discovered by the Weiland people, they wouldn't dare to rob it openly, but it would always be a dispute in the meeting of the sticky body.

This is so sloppy...

Just when he was scratching his head anxiously, Colwei suddenly turned his attention to him.

"I want to hear your opinion, Captain Pangolin."

The warlord smiled bitterly in his heart.

My opinion is okay…

What the hell can I say at this time?

Seeing that other officers were also looking at him, especially Captain Favre who always couldn't understand his identity, there was a joking expression in his eyes... It was as if he was expecting him to make a fool of himself. .

"My opinion is the same as that of Captain Favre, general." Although he was reluctant, the warlord still maintained his loyal and honest persona and said.

Favre, who was still expecting to see his joke, was not satisfied with such an answer.

Before General Colway could speak, he said in a sarcastic tone.

"I thought I could hear different opinions... I didn't expect that once our pangolin commander enters his own professional field, he will only repeat what others say."

Some officers who were born into traditional military aristocrats couldn't help but chuckle a few times, and those who weren't smiling couldn't help but curl their lips in laughter.

Most of them have only heard rumors about this pangolin, but have never actually seen him on the battlefield.

So far, the only trait they have seen from this guy is that he can eat food.

But what’s the point of just having a big appetite?

The big guys in the "purge" team are all just losers, but they are just losers.

The battlefield atmosphere team ignored their ridicule, mainly because they did not take the NPC's ridicule seriously.

Although he didn't care, Colway gave Favre an unhappy look.

"Captain Favre, you should be more realistic in your life. If you have a problem, speak up. If you don't have a problem, keep your mouth shut. Don't not talk about the problem when you see it, and don't go against it just to make fun of it. What do you think?"

Seeing his immediate superior looking at him with a displeased expression, the sarcastic expression on Favre's face softened a little.

"I think... you're right, sir."

Colway stared at him intently.

"I hope you really think so. You should really learn from your colleague Captain Pangolin on this point. He will never object to all the ideas you put forward just because you don't like him."

"yes……"

Stared by that scorching gaze, Favre could only nod his head, but Colway was not satisfied with his answer.

"That's the only answer you have?"

Favre took a deep breath, turned to look at the pangolin standing opposite the command table and said.

"I'm sorry, Captain Pangolin, I, Favre...I sincerely apologize to you."

The battlefield atmosphere team could sense that there was less than one tenth sincerity in his words, but he had no interest in embarrassing this guy.

"I accept your apology."

"Thank you..." Favre nodded slightly without looking at him.

"Okay." With the two people who had temporarily restored friendship, Colway nodded approvingly, paused and continued, "Back to the issue we just discussed, the alliance made some small moves on our way forward. No matter what they find there, we have to take a look there and get what belongs to us... It just so happens that Hirota's battle is over."

When he said this, Colway continued to look at Favre.

"Captain Favre."

"exist!"

Favre stood up straight and waited for instructions.

"I need you to lead your men to march southeast. We must arrive at the old site of Haibei before early morning... The Alliance has already arrived there before us. We need to expand our control area as much as possible before they find anything. . Remember! Direct military friction with the Alliance must be avoided unless they take action first."

"Yes!" Favre made a military salute and said with bright eyes.

Colway nodded, then looked at the pangolin.

"Captain Pangolin, you stay with Favre. Your mission is to knock the queen unconscious and bring him back to me when he is overwhelmed with blood. Your subordinates will not have to follow him."

"Yes, General..." The battlefield atmosphere team nodded and accepted the order, but there was still a trace of hesitation on his face.

He still wanted to work hard and do something to help his old friends, but he had no choice but to do something.

Seeing that the pangolin looked like he had something to say but didn't know whether to say it or not, Colway said with a kind smile.

"If there's anything you want to say, say it quickly, don't hold it in your stomach."

The battlefield atmosphere team nodded, thinking quickly, suddenly thought of something, and said an idea.

"I was thinking... it would take seven or eight hours at the fastest to get across from here. By the time we get there, I'm afraid it won't be in time."

"My opinion is exactly the opposite of yours," Favrei glanced at him and did not say any more sarcastic words. He just laughed, "When the Alliance troops are almost at war with Torch, we will arrive on the battlefield as reinforcements. At that time, we will not only solve their urgent need, but also take away the spoils from their hands smoothly. Not only will they have no reason to blame us, they may even have to thank us. "

"Haha, I think so about this too," Colway said with a smile as he looked at the dumbfounded pangolin. "At that time, there were not many airborne troops left in the alliance, even if they wanted to send more people over. Controlling the territory in our hands also takes time, and we can take advantage of this time to create some facts. "

Damn it!

Dirty!

These NPCs are so dirty!

The warlord kept complaining in his heart, but he had to make an expression of admiration on his face.

"So that's it, it's because I'm lacking in talent and learning..."

"Don't belittle yourself, I've seen what you did, and what you're good at is not sitting in a tent and giving orders." Colway comforted him with a smile, and then said, "That's it, you two have decided. Hurry up."

"yes!"

The two responded, performed a military salute, and then exited the command tent.

Standing at the door of the camp, Favre adjusted his collar slightly, glanced sideways at the pangolin standing next to him, and said with a half-smile.

"The general has seen something about you. It's a pity that I haven't seen it yet. I hope to see you show your hand."

Feeling a little impatient with this guy, Warfield looked at him sincerely and said.

"The general asked me to take action when you are overwhelmed with blood. Are you sure you want me to show my hand?"

"..." His eyebrows twitched, and Favre finally resisted the urge to have an attack. He just glared at him fiercely, snorted coldly, and walked away.

The warlord followed him, but silently prayed in his heart, hoping that the old friends in the south would hurry up. He had really tried his best...

After marching all night, during which time they had more than ten conflicts with monsters in the Kingdom of Heaven, the thousand-man team under Favre finally arrived at dawn after suffering more than a dozen casualties. The edge of Haibei.

There were not many gunshots heard in the entire ruins. Except for the warriors who were still lingering, the others involuntarily quickened their pace and rushed towards the direction of the explosion.

Finally, near an abandoned concrete wreckage, the legion's thousand-man team completed the "reunion" with the troops sent by the Alliance to land on the Death Coast.

This was probably the first encounter between southern and northern troops.

Even if both parties don't want to see each other so early.

However, when they saw that the leader of the team was a warlord, many players widened their eyes in surprise.

"Fuck!"

"Good guy..."

"Battlefield?!"

Seeing that all the blue gophers were staring directly at the pangolin beside him, completely ignoring his real commander, Favre couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

"What are these guys muttering about?"

The warlord's crazy eyes hinted at these bitches not to cause trouble, and he farted without a blushing face and a heartbeat.

"I killed a lot of them in Luoxia Province... They should be greeting my family."

Although both sentences are true, when combined together they are farting.

Favre didn't know it and was stunned after smelling it.

However, this guy probably remembered an interview he had read in "Triumph" before, and after thinking for a moment, he nodded again.

"so it is……"

But at this moment, his eyes suddenly turned, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

"In that case, it's up to you to negotiate with them and let them obediently give up the land under their feet."

Battlefield atmosphere group: "???"

Damn it?

Is this guy confused? !