This Game Is Too Realistic

On the rough sea, majestic warships are cutting through the waves.

They are the fleet of the South China Sea Alliance, and they are also the only maritime combat force with a complete fleet on this sea.

The leading flagship is the cruiser Harpoon, which made great achievements in the civil war.

Behind the cruiser, there were four destroyers following.

In addition to the Turkish defense force, the South China Sea Alliance dispatched almost all the warships it could dispatch. In addition to the sea power, there are also three submarines scattered and dormant under the sea.

In the past, the alliance contributed a lot to the unification of the South China Sea Alliance. Now that the alliance is in trouble, the South China Sea Alliance will naturally help the good brothers.

Although the survivors of the islands in the southern seas are not interested in the disputes on land, they know that the ambition of the Legion is not just an old-era province.

They will test the bottom line of the eastern survivors' power bit by bit, and use the weakness of colleges and companies to continue to move forward, compressing the living space of the world.

The South Sea Alliance will not let the Legion succeed, and the representatives know that by helping other suffering survivors, they are helping themselves.

But——

The start of this battle was not optimistic.

In the bridge of the Harpoon, President Lee Jae-hui, newly dressed in military uniform, stared at the signals on the radar screen and sonar screen, squinting his eyes slightly.

"...Haha, it seems we are in trouble."

A hundred kilometers away, there are ten signal sources that match the characteristics of a warship and are flashing dimly.

The hulls of these ships are coated with anti-radar coatings, and the technology content is obviously not low.

Not only that, at the same time that they captured each other, the other party, Zhen Zexian, had also discovered their existence, and was cautiously keeping a distance from them, circling towards the northeast.

Their intention is obvious, that is, to escort the transport ships traveling between Xifan Port and Yongye Port.

It turned out that according to the plan, the South China Sea Alliance fleet would go to the waterway between Xifan Port and Yongye Port to blockade the port and its nearby waters.

But now it seems that this may not be that simple...

Li Zihui thought for a moment, picked up the communicator placed on the console, and gave the order neatly.

"Release the reconnaissance drones!"

A response came from the communication channel.

"yes!"

As the order was given, the destroyer "Reef" that was standing aside raised the launch tube at the front end, and a plume of white smoke burst out with a "bang" and launched a sword-shaped missile into the airspace directly ahead.

After the missile flew for a certain distance in the air, it spread its folded wings to both sides, soared above the clouds like a petrel, and quickly approached the signal source on the radar.

Li Zihui in the bridge stared intently at the ten flickering signals on the radar screen, with his hands on the center console.

Time passed by minute by second, and the atmosphere in the bridge was extremely tense.

War at sea is much more boring than war on land. There are not so many fancy tactics. It can take an instant to discover the enemy, and it can also take an instant to be discovered by the enemy. A small mistake can make the enemy defeated. The hard work of thousands of people turned into scrap metal and sank to the bottom of the sea.

The weapons operator's palms were sweating, but his clenched fists did not leave the operating platform.

This war is not as simple as they originally imagined. They can go home with medals by frying a few fish.

Especially for them, this is not a battle to defend their homeland, but a battle to defend other people's homes. If the final outcome is to be buried in the belly of a fish, it is difficult to say whether their contribution will be remembered by anyone.

It was at this moment that these young men finally understood the original mood of their "big brother" alliance.

It is not an easy thing to bet one's life for a common destiny...

The drone continued to fly forward for about dozens of kilometers, following the flight path of the fleet.

Li Zihui grabbed the communicator again and ordered in a calm voice.

"Turn on the active illumination radar!"

As the order was given, the drone's belly opened the door downwards and released a fist-sized pod.

The electromagnetic wave signal was released forward in a fan shape, completely covering the more than ten flickering signal sources.

But at this moment, a scene that surprised everyone happened.

The moment the echo came, more than a dozen flickering signal sources suddenly disappeared from the radar screen!

"...Our drone has discovered an enemy ship! Requesting further instructions!"

Astonished expressions appeared on every face, and the officers on the bridge were all stunned for a moment.

Including Li Zhahui.

His pupils dilated slightly for a moment, but then contracted.

"Eighty percent is electronic warfare..."

Standing next to Commander Li Zhaihui, the captain of the Harpoon said with a frown.

Li Zihui nodded, grabbed the communicator and continued to give orders.

"Turn off the active illumination radar, switch to the optical camera... fly near the target and take a look."

"yes!"

An echo came from the communication channel, and the destroyer "Reef" operating the drone was finished.

After continuing to fly for a certain distance in the sky, the reconnaissance drone was approaching the target sea area. As Li Zihui expected, the entire sea was completely empty, with nothing but rolling waves.

At this time, the other party seemed to have discovered their action of sending out drones, and the signal that originally appeared on their shipboard radar also disappeared.

Li Zihui's brows were furrowed, and he said after thinking for a moment.

"It should be a submarine..."

The adjutant standing aside swallowed and asked nervously.

"Want to let our submarine take a look?"

Sending a submarine first to explore the way is considered a routine operation. That thing can retreat faster than a destroyer. Especially in deep sea areas, it is still difficult to hunt down a submarine that is determined to escape. of.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the captain of the Harpoon interrupted him without hesitation.

"It's best not to do this. This might be a trap. If I were their commander, I would definitely set an ambush nearby!"

At this moment, the staff officer standing aside suddenly spoke.

"Is there a possibility... that they don't actually know where we are."

Everyone was whispering for a while.

Li Zahui thought for a moment, nodded, and said in a deep voice.

"I was thinking about this possibility just now. The signal we initially detected was passive sonar. It is most likely that they used decoys to deliberately make noise."

The reason why the other party chose to test in this way is very likely because they are in the same situation as them.

Both parties know each other's existence, but they don't know each other's details.

But this way...

"This trial should be considered a tie."

It seems that there are people outside this person, and there is a sky outside the world.

He had to admit that the opponent he encountered this time was far more difficult than Charas. It was unrealistic to rely entirely on the art of command to trick others.

However, this must be all bad.

Evenly matched opponents will keep each other in check, and the other party may not want to miss the mark.

After all, even in name only, this is a war between the Xilan Empire and the countries of Borneo Province.

Before the legions broke out and declared war on the alliance, the fleet of the South China Sea Alliance could only blockade the port, raid the strategic facilities belonging to the Xilan Empire, and sink a few supply ships. It was impossible to launch a brazen bombing of the port.

The war did not escalate into a full-scale war.

As a supporting party, they have no reason to take the initiative to escalate this war.

"It's difficult... we just have to see what our allies say."

Li Zihui took out a cigarette from his pocket, took out his lighter and lit it.

I probably won't be able to fight today.

The opponent is waiting for them to take the bait while trying to get them to fire the first shot.

The staff officer frowned, still thinking.

"The tricky thing now is... we still can't determine who these ships belong to."

Li Zhahui's deputy looked at him.

"Is there any difference?"

The staff officer nodded.

"Of course...if it turns out to be the Western Legion, then we have to be careful."

Now there is only one destroyer and one submarine in the entire southern sea area. In addition, all that can be relied on is the air force on the ring island and those land-based missile launchers.

But those things alone are not enough.

There was a brief silence on the bridge, and then the sound of whispered exchanges spread.

Although the Eastern Legion has reached a private agreement with the Alliance, the other two legions have not expressed their stance so far.

"...I heard that the Western Legion is in the New World."

"Well...the other side of this planet."

"Has anyone been there?"

"There is nothing in Yinxiao... Whether it is starting from the east or the west, it is too far. There are no supply points along the way, and the location of the port is not yet certain."

"I don't know how they are developing..."

"It would be nice if we had a satellite to look at."

Looking at the people talking, Li Zihui did not participate in the discussion and just smoked in silence.

The captain standing aside was silent for a long time, then sighed and said.

"It would be great if the 'Haiya' is still here."

It was once the only battleship in the South China Sea Alliance, and the only weapon designed for the legion's airships... However, the bellicose militarists within them used it on their own people.

But looking at it from another perspective, Vault 70 has indeed kept them behind closed doors for too long.

Those airships based on the core of starships are no longer the only reliance of the Legion.

They have just left the island now...

…

On the other side, at the forefront of the battlefield, the 170,000th team under the command of Captain Olet Tenwan had already captured Surak County in the northwest of Lion State, opening a breakthrough to continue their march north.

The defense lines organized by Borneo's 10,000-thousand-thousand troops were like paper. They were first bombarded by artillery and couldn't find the north, and then they were divided and surrounded by the armored troops acting as the vanguard.

The Southern Army is best at using artillery, and armored counterattacks are only auxiliary.

But even so, for Borneo, which has few tanks, the hundreds of "Conqueror 10" that broke through can still be called a torrent of steel.

The first to enter Sulak County was the 171st Thousand Troops commanded by Commander Ross.

In the local culture of Borneo Province, "Sulak" means lion's head. This surname is also a prominent local family, occupying millions of acres of fertile land and tens of thousands of tenants.

Ross didn't know whether the surname "Sulak" or the strange slang term "lion's head" came first, and he didn't really care.

As a conqueror, he only depends on whether the local people cooperate with his conquest.

If he doesn't cooperate, he doesn't mind hanging the "lion's head" on the wall where the trophies are displayed.

However, what I am curious about is that when his troops entered this area, instead of encountering any resistance, they were warmly welcomed by all the "Sulak".

In the largest village in the entire county, a man of about ten years old led a group of people and stood in the middle of the road.

He was wearing a luxurious robe and looked like an elder of his clan. His beard and hair were gray, and his old face was full of joy, and he seemed to welcome the Weirant people who came here from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing that these people did not carry guns, Ross waved his hand and signaled the armored personnel carrier to follow the tank into the town. He got off the jeep and walked to the old man with several officers.

Seeing the Wilante officer coming towards him, the old man took two trembling steps forward, wishing he could kneel on the ground.

"Sir...you are finally here! Those heavenly kings have caused us so much trouble!"

He didn't mean anything in his words. Those people under the King of Heaven killed nobles when they saw them, and robbed them of money and food when they saw them. He was so frightened that he went to hide in the mountains and forests for half a month. It was not until he heard that Janusz was dead and the army of the King of Heaven fell and dispersed that he dared to bring his family members.

Not caring about what had happened here, Ross glanced at him.

"Are you a noble here?"

The old man nodded quickly with a smile on his face.

"Exactly... I am Chamu Surak, a viscount conferred by His Majesty himself. Everyone in the surrounding area can be considered as my Zhuangzi."

Ross didn't talk nonsense to him. He just gave the officer next to him a look and dropped a list in his hand.

Looking at the stunned old man, the officer said concisely.

"We are members of the Southern Legion. We were invited by your Majesty Akbar to go to the north to help you suppress bandits. Your Majesty requires you to do your best to cooperate with us, otherwise we will be dealt with according to the laws of the country."

"In addition, we need food for 100,000 people, mainly wheat flour, supplemented by meat, and vegetables and other supplies. Please prepare it here."

Hearing this number, Chamu was startled and almost collapsed to the ground.

"Ten, one hundred thousand people?!"

Not only was he startled, but the "Sulaks" following him were also stunned, whispering to each other in fear, looking like the end of the world.

Looking at the chattering rats, Ross pointed impatiently at the list in the old man's hand.

"There is a price on the list. You prepare it according to our requirements and we will pay you."

Although they are always imitated by predators, they are not predators after all.

For land with favorable value, in principle, they do not intend to destroy the original production relations, and will even use some small profits from other colonies to bribe the locals.

Of course, they will collect this investment in the future after this war is over. The local survivors used the blood and sweat of generations of descendants to repay this moment of confusion and short-term sweetness.

Hearing these big noses giving money, Chamu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and a happy smile appeared on his face that regained his color. He nodded and said with a bow.

"Don't worry! Our county is rich in products, and the most indispensable thing is food! There are other counties nearby, and we can definitely get the supplies you want!"

Ross nodded and sent him aside without talking nonsense. He simply explained the patrol-related tasks to a few of his subordinates.

The Legion's logistics supply line was raided by the Alliance Air Force, and the supplies originally planned to be sent to the front line could not arrive on time.

They need to tinker a bit here and wait until logistics catches up before moving forward.

Sulak County was a good location, ideal as a staging area for frontline supplies.

Perhaps they could build a temporary port on the western shoreline to spread the logistical pressure on Westsail Port.

Just when Ross was giving the task to his subordinates, he suddenly noticed a group of shirtless men and women kneeling on the roadside.

None of them were very old, they were all in their early teens, and all of them were tied up with ropes.

Those fifty or so people were like animals tied in a pigsty, with no trace of blood on their numb faces. If they weren't still breathing, one couldn't help but wonder if they were still alive.

Ross raised his eyebrows and looked at Chaim, who was following him step by step.

"Who are these people?"

Seeing the Weirant people asking about the identities of these people, Chamu immediately answered with a flattering smile.

"Sir, these bitches are bandits! They are not good people, and they want to encourage us to fight you!"

Heavenly bandit?

Ross was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to realize that what he was talking about was the "Heavenly King's Army", and then he narrowed his eyes.

Speaking of which, these people still owe them a blood debt.

"Drag him outside and kill him."

"yes!"

The captain standing next to him stood at attention and made a military salute, then led his men and walked towards the group of people kneeling on the ground with murderous intent.

The men followed them obediently, and soon fell to the ground amid a burst of gunfire.

The thick plasma soaked the soil red, and the walking corpses turned into real corpses.

Hidden in the distant fields were a group of onlookers, some of whom were serfs on the fields and tenants of the nearby village.

They had never seen such a bloody scene before. They all looked at it curiously, with half fear and half excitement on their faces.

After finishing the shooting, the Wilant soldiers grabbed a few onlookers, threw shovels to them, and asked them to find a place to bury the corpses.

Those people nodded hurriedly and worked hard to dig a hole on the execution ground without asking for payment.

Some people even reached out quietly and secretly hid some bloody soil in their pockets while they were digging.

Having a clear view of the living beings, the Valantian soldiers standing aside couldn't help curling their lips, with a hint of undisguised ridicule in their contemptuous voices.

"...Leaving them to take care of this fertile land is really humiliating."

Another Valantian soldier shouldered his rifle and roared with a smile.

"But no one gave them this land. I remember correctly that this place used to be a zoo. They came here by themselves across the mountains and ridges."

"Hahaha!"

"If I were their ancestor, I would definitely regret it. It would be better to die in the desert like this."

In response to the wanton ridicule, the slaves digging the hole remained silent, but they did not feel any dissatisfaction.

They are talking about the remnants of the Era of Prosperity. What does it have to do with them?

Only when they need to boast, they will mention that their ancestors once came from the center of the prosperous world, including touting General Rowell's immortal achievements in the ice and snow, in order to make fun of the various ethnic groups outside the Dzobar Mountains. How miserable, how to be chased away by a three-headed and armless alien species.

But sometimes they spurn Lowell, spurn the War and Construction Committee for abandoning them, and hate that the Prosperity Era did not leave them any legacy.

Just like they sometimes remember that they are Borneos, and sometimes draw a clear line between them and other kinds of rats.

Some people wear boots made of memory on the soles of their feet in order to walk further, and some people wear clothes and trousers made of memory to look beautiful. And ingeniously, they turned their memories into pillows, tossing and turning just to sleep peacefully... And Rudu did sleep peacefully.

Pete stood aside smoking a cigarette and did not participate in the discussions of the soldiers. He only felt depressed.

He didn't care at all what these people's ancestors were like, let alone who this land belonged to. He just wanted to fight the real opponent as soon as possible.

Whether it's an alliance or a company, at least we have a decent opponent!

Fighting with these unarmed people, he couldn't feel any pride in his heart, but felt ashamed.

Especially the sparkling figure in the courtroom was always lingering in his mind.

Recently, he has been having nightmares, dreaming that he is in that court again, but he is standing in the dock, and the jury box behind him is full of dead people.

Among them were the Willands, and others whose nose bridges were not so high.

Although it was just a dream, it still made him break into a cold sweat.

At this moment, the husband's voice came from a distance.

"Pete, are you done digging?"

Peter, who had come to his senses, let out a hasty cry.

"It's almost over!"

The captain continued to call.

"Don't worry about those slaves, let them dig for themselves, and return to the team quickly!"

"yes!"

After answering, Pete threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stamped it out, and quickly returned to the team with his soldiers.

The sharp-eyed slaves on the side happened to see the cigarette butts he threw down. When the people were far away, they rushed to grab the cigarette butts and even started fighting over "first come, first served" and "whoever sees them gets a share."

The sight of rolling in the blood-red mire made people dumbfounded, but they couldn't help but sigh.

At the same time, urgent telegrams were sent from Tiandu to Golden Gallon Port and all parts of Borneo Province, informing every inch of 4 million square kilometers of the war news.

That day, the "Survivor Daily" in Golden Gallen Harbor issued another urgent notice, and a rare line of blood-red characters appeared on it.

"Brazen Invasion!" The Confederate Army went to war undeclared! 》

The bloody red color is very much like the blood of those pilots and soldiers.

"It's so deceiving!"

Asin, who was sitting in his study room, cursed angrily and slammed the newspaper in his hand on the table.

He rarely behaves like this.

But at this moment, he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

He was not the only one who was angry, there were thousands of people standing there.

From the port area, Tulip Street, Knights all the way... to the reed swamps at the mouth of the ever-flowing river, anger is written on every face filled with indignation.

Some people choose to bury their heads, while others must hold their chins high unyieldingly.

They are also Borneos.

And he’s the one who woke up!

Suni stood on the street with his textbook under his arm and looked at the boy in the crowd with relief.

When I was seventeen years old, I didn't have this echoing scenery. If I remember correctly, I should have been teasing seagulls on the pier, skipping classes and sunbathing.

He was extremely grateful for the choice he had made and boarded the ship to Golden Gallen Harbor to be a public school teacher and happened to read the article titled "Red Earth" and brought it with him. Come into class and share.

It wasn't an earth-shattering feat, just a trivial thing that happened after lunch break.

However, he could never forget the burning light in the eyes of those young girls at that time.

The hope that broke through the ground is sprouting at this moment!

That was a seedling that he cared for with his own hands——

"We sent our emperor away, but the legion wants us to kneel down! Tell me! Your answer!"

The young man standing high up roared at the top of his lungs, and what he heard was the roar of the mountains and the tsunami.

"Never!!!"

The thin arms were raised high in the air, but he was not alone, because soon more powerful arms were raised.

There are people with long sleeves, people with short sleeves and people without sleeves.

Five fingers clenched into a fist, holding up a piece of sky.

"What should we do-!"

"Fight them!!!"