This Game Is Too Realistic

"Wait a minute... isn't the enthronement ceremony the day after tomorrow? Please let me see General Guion... Did you get the time wrong?"

There were about a hundred people standing in the solemn courtroom of Xifan Harbor Court.

Looking at the guests in the jury box who had been temporarily brought in to make up the number, Akbar initially had a confused expression on his face, and then he saw the Weirant people standing aside expressing their dissatisfaction.

According to the original arrangement, he will be crowned in the presence of all the veterans of King 㫅 and become the undisputed new emperor of Borneo Province.

But now, only a few counts and viscounts were witnessing this moment.

Even more than that, there were some people in the jury box who were not even nobles. They were looking at him with crazy excitement, and the words "never met" were almost written on their faces.

Those guys look like jerks at first glance.

How could these guys join in the fun of something so important?

What kind of words does this sound like!

Peter didn't bother to pay attention to the little emperor's dissatisfaction, and just said it impatiently.

"General Gulion has something important to attend to and doesn't have time to see you. It's going to rain the day after tomorrow, so I'm bringing it forward."

rain?

What's the reason?

Akbar was dumbfounded and couldn't speak for a moment with his mouth open. He just stared blankly at the Weirant man in front of him.

The people sitting in the jury box did not hear the conversation between the two.

Except for the distinguished nobles and knowledgeable elders, the people sitting in the jury box all had expressions on their faces that were watching the excitement, and they were humming and whispering in high spirits.

"This little emperor looks like an emperor, and he is really a talented person."

"As expected of an emperor, he looks so handsome!"

"Xilan is saved!"

"Hurry up! Why haven't you started yet?"

Peter, who was standing in the center of the court, glanced at the time and was a little impatient with the wait, so he glanced at the dumbfounded guy.

"Do you still think so? We shouldn't find anyone else."

Akbar was startled by these words, and Akbar, who didn't know whether it was true or not, spoke hurriedly.

"Dang! I think... wait, this throne is mine!"

"Then hurry up."

As if saying any more words would be a waste of time, Peter looked at the judge standing not far away.

The judge had a sullen expression on his face, but in the end he said nothing.

That Gurion did it on purpose.

Putting this ridiculous monkey show in his court was nothing more than an attempt to humiliate him.

I have to say that that guy is really small-minded and his bottom line is not very high, maybe just a little higher than the monkeys in this court.

"The enthronement ceremony begins."

Just like when announcing the opening of the court, the judge dropped these words in a solemn tone, then turned and left the court.

Peter didn't look at him, but just winked at the old man standing aside.

The Lion Clan man was the sweeper of the court, and they gave him the title of earl at random, and they took care of what he had to do.

The old man held the gold crown in his hands and stepped forward obediently.

Pairs of eager eyes lit up around him, but he lowered his head, not daring to meet the prince's gaze.

"Your Majesty... please crown me." His voice trembled slightly, and he slowly knelt on the ground.

Akbar did not recognize the count in front of him, but he could not fault the respectful etiquette.

"Um."

He responded with his nose, then reached out and picked up the gold crown, and put it on his head solemnly.

Except for the Weirant people, everyone present fell to their knees in an instant and touched their foreheads to the ground.

Whether they are commoners or nobles.

At this moment they were all shouting in unison.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty on your coronation!"

"Long live my emperor!"

"Long live Xilan!"

The sound of one after another resounded in the solemn court, just like a symphony without a conductor.

However, Akbar raised his mouth slightly, and the sullen expression on his face turned into an uncontrollable smile at this moment.

It turned out that this was what the emperor was carrying, and his chest was filled with surging emotions.

This feeling is simply...

What a joy!

Akbar stretched out his hands in front of him and raised them slightly, making a loving gesture.

"My dear friends, come to your senses quickly!"

After practicing countless times in front of the mirror, he finally had the chance to do it in front of everyone!

…

"Lie down!!!"

On the border between Saifan Port and Niuzhou, boiling flames burned on the scorched earth marked with trenches.

The centurion lying on the ground roared at the top of his lungs, calling for his teammates behind him to lie down.

Thirty seconds ago, a deafening explosion came from the side of Xifan Port.

By the time everyone reacted, the dazzling light and boiling flames had already fallen on the Borneo border army's position.

In front of the 902mm cannon, the trench dug by the Borneo Army soldiers was like a toothpick, and it was lifted into the sky together with the earth outside the trench.

As the first gunshot ended, rows of 100mm artillery roared.

The flames of the explosion boiled on the position, and the raging shrapnel was noisy like raindrops, covering the entire depth of the entire defense line.

The shelling continued for a full ten minutes before stopping.

The originally stable position had been riddled with holes, and more than half of the soldiers crawling in the trenches were killed or wounded, with panic written all over their shocked faces.

They didn't even know what was being fired, but they saw the legion's artillery shells coming suddenly.

Isher, who was hiding in the shell-proof cave, gritted his teeth and dug out the phone that fell to the ground from a pile of messy debris.

The telephone line connecting the front-line radio station was blown out, and he could no longer contact the centurions at the front. Fortunately, the phone line to the rear was still intact.

Without hesitation, he sent out soldiers to the front line to check the situation, and quickly contacted the rear headquarters to report the situation on the border to the superiors.

"This is the 111th Thousand-man Team of the Northwest Section of the Defense Line. We were bombarded by Xifan Port Fangyan! Repeatedly, we were bombarded by Xifan Port Fangyan!"

After a brief rustle of electricity, the voice of the operator from behind came immediately.

"What's going on now? Have you seen the legion's troops?!"

The operator's voice was also panicked, showing that he was not very skilled in his business, and the command center at the rear had not expected the current situation at all.

Isher cursed secretly in his mind and continued to roar into the phone.

"The phone line was blown up, and I can't contact the frontline troops now! Those big noses even use cannons, they must be more than just trying to show off their power against us!"

There was the sound of a chair being pulled out on the other end of the phone, and the operator said hurriedly.

"I understand...I will report your situation immediately."

Isher yelled loudly.

"This is war! I'm not kidding you, I want you to send reinforcements immediately! Immediately! Damn it, if it's too late, just wait to collect our bodies!"

On the other side, at the forefront of the northwest section of the defense line.

The hundred-man team, which originally had a full strength of 120 people, didn't even know how many people were left alive.

Finally regaining his shaky consciousness, Centurion Dumut picked up the rifle that had fallen aside.

The smoky soil was boiling hot.

But he didn't dare to risk getting up from the ground, so he could only grit his teeth and endure the heat that could cook an egg.

"... Damn it, where is our radio station?! Tell the rear what's going on here!"

Although he felt that such a loud noise could be heard by anyone who was not deaf, he still shouted at the communication behind him.

The communications soldier was still alive, squatting in the trench and operating the radio.

As soon as he looked at him sweating profusely, Dumut's heart sank, thinking that something was going to happen to him.

Just as he expected, the communications soldier raised his head with a look of despair.

"The radio station was blown up!"

"Damn it!"

Dumut punched the ground hard and cursed Fang Tan as he stared at Xifan Port.

Fortunately, the impact point was still some distance away from him.

Even so, he still felt like his internal organs had been shaken out of place.

Enduring the pain in his stomach, Dumut looked at the messy battlefield behind you and shouted at you at the top of his lungs.

"Everyone is ready to fight! We will never let those big noses steal an inch of land from us again!"

His people had been bleeding ever since the arrival of the Valantians on the land.

Every time he saw the reports in the "Daily Survivor" and saw those family members who were massacred, he would feel a surge of anger in his chest.

Now, the Wilante people still want to continue to move forward and let the cannibal hell spread in the hinterland of the province...

No matter how appeasing Absek is, he will never take a step back!

"Oh oh oh!!"

"Fight with those big noses!"

"What the hell!!"

Roars rang out from the shattered battlefield, indicating that he was not the only one thinking so.

Listening to the high morale response, a smile appeared on Dumut's face.

Very good.

It seems that many brothers are still alive.

The expression on his face gradually became serious, and he yelled behind him.

"Each team reports!"

Just as he finished speaking, voices came one after another from behind.

"1!"

"2!"

"...!"

"Report! Save 5 people from each team!"

"Team 2 saves 7 people!"

"Team 3! We have two left!"

"..."

Dumut silently calculated in his mind that there were still 57 people left in the entire centurion team.

If a fight really breaks out, it should be no problem to buy 5 minutes for the rear.

Just as he was thinking this, a person suddenly came to the edge of a farmland in the distance.

Dumut raised his gun and took aim at the guy, only to find that it was not a Valantian.

But the Borneos.

"People in front of you, listen!!"

The man stood at the edge of the field and stopped moving. He just continued shouting toward the position at the top of his lungs.

"General Gulion's troops want to fight the rebels in Dogou State! If you don't want to die, get out of here immediately and make way for the legion!"

"The previous round of shelling was just a warning to you! If you continue to insist on your own way, don't blame the shells for not having eyesight-"

Before the man could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the sound of a gunshot.

The bullet landed at the man's feet, sending up a cloud of dust.

The man was startled, stumbled and fell to the ground, got up and ran towards him without even daring to look back.

Gritting his teeth and staring at the scoundrel, Dumut roared angrily.

"X bastard! It's you who should get out!"

What a shame!

He wanted to grind his teeth to pieces, but in the end he didn't shoot the figure in the back.

He has had enough bleeding from his cells.

Maybe that guy was also coerced...

Dark clouds filled the sky at some point, blocking all light, and a dull sound came from the low clouds.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and it seemed like it was going to rain.

Dumut was indifferent, just staring at the field in the distance, aiming with the rifle in his hand.

He had no hope of surviving the battle.

But even if he risked his life, he still had to change his life before he died!

At this moment, the muffled sound came from the clouds, but it was getting closer and closer.

That doesn't seem to be the Thunder.

But something else.

Vaguely, Dumut heard bursts of exclamations coming from behind him, so he raised his head and looked up to the sky.

At this moment, his burning pupils were frozen on the spot.

It was a giant whale flying with its wings spread out, and its wings were inlaid with rows of huge propellers.

The roar came from the propeller, and the huge blades tore up the clouds.

What's even more shocking is that the gun barrels are embedded in the towering steel armor.

That guy has more gun barrels...even more guns than they have.

"What the hell..." Dumut groaned in despair.

What the hell is this? !

There was no time for him to think. Flashes of tracer light flew over from the floating fortress and split into tens of thousands of bullets in the air.

This round of shelling was more violent than the previous one, and the sound of the explosion completely covered Dumut's roar.

It only takes a moment.

He and his hundred-man team were wiped from the earth together with the positions around them.

The "thunder" that had been brewing for a long time finally came from the air and reached Isher, who had his mouth open in astonishment.

In an instant, his three centurions were defeated and contact was completely lost.

His hand was shaking as he held the phone. His head was spinning rapidly, but he couldn't think of a solution.

It was completely different from when he was at Saifan Port. This time he faced not a hesitant outsider, but a group of bloodthirsty devils.

The gap in strength between the two sides is so huge that all strategies are meaningless...

There is no chance of winning if you continue to fight, and there is no use except for death!

Isher is not a person who is afraid of death.

If he was afraid of death, he wouldn't have stood up bravely and saved those innocent people that night.

However, even if he was ready to die heroically, he had to think about those squatting in the trenches.

They shouldn't die here.

They should survive, preserve their vitality, and bring what they saw on the front line to the rear, and work with more people to think of ways to deal with it.

Even if it means death.

His death should be more meaningful!

"Mom..."

He gritted his teeth and cursed angrily, turned the channel to the frontline units, and yelled into the phone.

"Every unit listens to the order! Withdraw the position immediately! Move to the southeast!"

As the retreat order was issued, the Borneo soldiers left the trenches one after another and evacuated from the battlefield in an orderly manner while taking advantage of the gaps in firepower.

There was shame written on every face, but they all knew that there was no point in continuing to guard the place except to die.

Their leader, the Rat Tribe, made the most difficult and most correct decision at the time.

In front of that kind of thing, positional warfare has completely lost its effect.

Perhaps sports warfare is a more suitable way to play...

…

The sound of thunder also reached Ross.

Standing on the border of Xifan Port, he stared expressionlessly in the northwest direction.

An officer walked up to him and whispered.

"The 111th Thousand-man Regiment of Borneo has withdrawn."

Rose's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly in amusement.

He seemed to see a mouse.

And it's a cunning mouse.

However, in the face of absolute power, cunning is not enough. You have to sharpen your teeth and claws.

Looking at the smoke-filled battlefield in the distance, Ross ordered expressionlessly.

"The 1st Armored Centurion and 2nd Infantry Centurion advance!"

The officer standing in front of him looked solemn and gave an excited military salute.

"yes!"

The moment has finally come!

He and his subordinates have been waiting for this day for too long!

They will completely smash the last shackles that bind the Weilant people - the "contract of shame" signed under the witness of the "legacies" of the War and Construction Committee.

No one can stop them from moving forward.

The frontier of the Valantians should be at the edge of the solar system - or even the Milky Way!

And now is the preface to that great epic.

Their descendants will always remember this moment and will always be grateful from the bottom of their hearts!

The moment the order was given, ten tanks parked at the edge of the field started their engines.

The exhaust pipe spits out thick black smoke, and under the gaze of the giant airship, the forest armor moves forward towards the fragmented position!

Behind the tanks, there were teams of ten people with guns and ammunition, following closely.

Across the battlefield that had been plowed by shells, they carefully inspected every trench, every crater, and every corpse, and re-shot those who seemed to be still alive.

Looking at the long steel torrent and track marks pressed against the field, the man huddled at the edge of the field was flushed with excitement on his face.

His name is Chetney.

Like Captain Isher, he is also a member of the rat tribe, but apparently a different species of rat.

Just now he went up with good intentions to persuade him to surrender, but he didn't expect that the other party regarded his good intentions as donkey's liver, but in exchange he would repay kindness with hatred.

Fortunately, that man's marksmanship was poor and he ran fast, otherwise he would have been killed by that man.

Looking at the bombed-out battlefield, he could only feel happy and wanted to cheer for those big noses.

What a reward for this world!

"...Cowardly thing, the Weiland people are just borrowing a passage from your land, and they are not here to fight you. They have to rush to die. Wouldn't it be nice to surrender in exchange for peace? Tsk tsk, you deserve it!"

Finally letting out the breath that was stuck in his chest, Chet spat on the ground in relief and stomped on it before leaving this place of right and wrong.

On the distant front line, tanks one after another crossed the Borneo Army's defense line unimpeded, rushing towards the three northern states like a storm sweeping across the savanna.

During this period, Borneo organized several attacks, but without exception, they did not even look at the opponent, and were defeated by a salvo of horizontal and vertical firepower.

The legion troops didn't even look at them, and walked through the muddy ground mixed with blood and meat.

The main offensive force is the 170,000th team of Olet Ten Thousand Captains.

Their mission was to cut off the northwest corner of Lion State and open a strategic corridor from Saifan Port to the three northern states on the northwest side of Borneo Province.

At the head of the attack was the 171st Mechanized Thousand Troop led by Ross, supported by the "Horn" airship.

The battle line was advancing almost minute by minute, and the Borneo Army was defeated and abandoned.

Sitting in the command post, Captain Olet looked down at the map with a happy smile on his face.

"There is no suspense about the battle... I thought the natives here would be smarter than the deformed people in the desert, but I didn't expect that I was overthinking. They are not as good as those guys who fight with iron rods."

Equipment is only one of the factors that affects the outcome of a battle, not all of it.

The stupid thing about this group of guys is that they only dream of winning the legion through positional warfare.

In front of the Southern Army's "horn" and 902mm cannon, the trenches dug out with shovels are like a joke. Staying in one place will only increase your own casualties.

McClun, standing next to him, smiled faintly.

"My thoughts are similar to yours. The natives here are indeed not very good, but it's too early to say we will win now."

Olette looked at him with interest.

"Do you think they still have a chance to make a comeback?"

McClun said in a gentle tone.

"The Alliance envoys are in Tiandu, I don't think they will pretend not to see them."

"Haha, the Alliance... then let them come," Olet curled his lips and said with a look of disgust, "I will let them know the price of being nosy."

"Well," McClun nodded slightly, "this price is unavoidable."

After all, minding your own business will be more expensive.

Regarding this, every survivor in the River Valley Province has a deep understanding of this...

As for what will happen next, he has a deep understanding of it.

Just as Olet's command was racing towards the north, waves of propeller roars approached the sky above Xifan Port from the east.

That's a W-2 attack plane!

And there are hundreds of them!

Some of the Weiland soldiers stationed at Xifan Port involuntarily raised their heads and looked toward the sky, with expressions of surprise on their faces.

What surprised them was not the plane itself.

But this Borneo country, which was established less than three months ago, has no pilots? !

Where do these bumpkins get the time to train? !

After discovering the incoming enemy plane, the "Horn" airship immediately stopped supporting the front line, changed its course, and aimed its cannons at the sky above Xifan Harbor.

Not only that, the Saifan Port Air Force units also took off one after another, and nearly a hundred "Dagger" propeller fighter jets rushed towards the Borneo Air Force.

However, the W-2s did not rush towards Xifan Port. Instead, after a false shot, they rushed towards the station and railway to the north of the port.

After discovering the movements of those planes, General Gu Ang, who was in the headquarters, suddenly narrowed his eyes, apparently noticing some clues.

At this moment, on the other side, an excited and loud shout rang out from the pilot's "Mosquito" fighter jet.

"Restocked, brothers!"

"Turn on the safety and prepare to fight!!"

The sound of popping wheat in the communication channel was continuous, and it was as lively as ever.

Like those warlike Weiland people, they had been waiting for this moment for too long.

And as players, they have more pure reasons to fight than those Valantians——

Finally I can have a good fight!

"Ouch!!!!"