This Game Is Too Realistic

"Fire!!!"

Just as the survivors of Golden Gallen Port were excited about the invasion of the legion, in the mountains and forests on the border between the far southwest of Gouzhou and Shizhou, the artillery dormant in the woods also fired deafening blasts for a while. roar.

The rain of fire hit the sky and hit the ground heavily, engulfing the battlefield thirty kilometers away in a sea of ​​boiling fire and thick smoke.

That's a 155mm gun sold by the Alliance to the Mammoth Nation.

At this moment, there are a total of twenty-four doors deployed on the front line, forming a fully staffed battalion-level firepower group!

The artillery fired continuously, firing twelve rounds of intensive firepower.

The coordinates of the shelling were located in Shizhou, on the position where the 10,000-strong Borneo Army had just withdrawn.

Although it was the territory of the Borneo Kingdom, the Yue Clan Resistance Army didn't care so much if the Southern Legion had already fought.

With these twelve rounds of firepower pouring in, the offensive of the 172nd Thousand-man Corps of the Legion finally came to a standstill and was suppressed in the trenches left by the Borneo 10000-man Corps.

After overwhelming more than 300 men, the legion's offensive finally came to a standstill.

And this is probably the biggest and most direct resistance that the frontline troops of the Southern Army have encountered since they landed ashore.

Standing next to a group of artillerymen, the [Fighting Wolf] was sitting next to a tree pillar, "meditating" with his eyes closed.

After receiving the news from Brother Dog offline, he immediately went online and opened his eyes, and the battalion commander next to him said hello.

"It's time to withdraw!"

The response of the Confederate Army was swift.

While the mobile troops are advancing forward, they can also complete the deployment of artillery positions in an orderly manner.

Although the steel airship is currently contained near West Sails Port, the airship is not the only support weapon of the Southern Army.

According to Brother Gou's reconnaissance information, the enemy artillery unit has completed preparations for counterfire, and it won't take long for the corrective fire to come.

The battalion commander was watching his men reloading and firing vigorously. When he heard the reminder from his good brother in the alliance, he suddenly poured cold water on his head and his expression immediately became serious.

"Tabai!"

Without any hesitation, he took the order and immediately gave the order to retreat while holding the walkie-talkie.

The soldier wearing the exoskeleton immediately stepped forward to put away the artillery bracket and skillfully hung it on the back of the light truck.

They have rehearsed the entire set of actions countless times, and practiced it countless times when fighting against the Gray Wolf Army.

In less than a minute, the entire position was packed up, and the trucks pulling the artillery were quickly withdrawn from the prepared paths.

Not long after their front legs had withdrawn, a deafening roar came from not far behind everyone's heads.

A calibrated cannonball landed in the woods first.

In less than half a minute, a rain of fire that was more violent than before covered it in waves.

The fire and shrapnel from the explosion shuttled freely through the woods, blowing apart the skin and flesh of the towering old trees.

Looking at the shaking forest behind them, the soldiers in the truck had a more or less frightened expression on their faces.

The reaction speed of the Southern Army was much faster than that of the Gray Wolf Army. When fighting Alaya's troops, they even had time to smoke a cigarette before leaving.

And let alone smoking a cigarette here.

If it had been more than ten seconds late, I might have lost a leg.

"Did we hit just now? Did the enemy suffer heavy losses?"

The battalion commander sitting in the truck didn't have any fear, he just looked at the alliance brother impatiently and asked with an eager expression.

The fighting wolf glanced at the VM and saw that there was no signal on it for the time being, so he said calmly.

"Our scouts are confirming it, there is no rush."

In fact, he had already confirmed the results of the bombardment when he was offline.

The previous round of firepower coverage really hurt the legion, and the counterattack being carried out at this moment did not have any hint of frustration.

However, his human couplet was not very good and it was too troublesome to explain, so he didn't bother to explain it.

The battalion commander didn't ask further questions, but just cast his gaze on the noisy forest behind him.

The roaring artillery fire had been going off for a while, but it showed no sign of stopping.

It can be seen that the legion is indeed well prepared, and this posture is almost as if it will lift the entire mountain.

But this also happens to mean that their strategic goal has been achieved.

Before the early battle, Lacy issued instructions to the front line, requiring combat units at all levels not to stick to the battle line, and to use long-range firepower and terrain as much as possible to block the enemy's offensive.

The brothers of Borneo have proven that positional warfare cannot stop the legion's offensive.

They must use a more flexible front to replace the original solid front, disperse the small forces over a wider depth, and wait for the enemy's large forces to penetrate deep into the hinterland before pounce on them and take a bite, repeatedly. Their strength is wasted in the pulling.

The sound of cannons behind them was still noisy, but it was already getting farther and farther away in everyone's ears.

They will move to the next position and wait for the division's next order.

A fourteen-year-old boy soldier holding a rifle, buried his head and muttered.

"By the way, how many Weilant people landed this time?"

He was a new recruit who had only joined the army a few months ago, and was a native of the three northern states at that time.

When the little emperor came before, he wanted to practice the palace, so he was drafted to work.

Later, the Yue tribe's resistance army came over, and the little emperor led a group of nobles and fled with their tails between their legs, leaving him without a trace.

Later, a young man about his age came to him, put a handful of LD-47 in his hand, and told him that if he couldn't find a home, he might as well come to the Resistance Army first, where they not only took care of food but also divided the fields, so He joined in.

The veteran sitting next to him was a little older, but only in his early twenties. After thinking for a while, he spoke.

"Our establishment is about thirty divisions."

Thirty divisions...

Hearing this number, many people on the truck couldn't help but swallow their saliva, and even some veterans of the resistance army who had experienced many battles couldn't help but grin.

They thought they had enough people, but they didn't expect that there were also many people on the other side.

At present, the Mammoth Kingdom only has ten divisions, and only five divisions are deployed on the front line. The other five divisions are coming from the east.

Although the country of Borneo next door has hundreds of divisions, more than half of those guys are just making up the numbers. A million-strong army cannot even make up the equipment for 100,000 people.

Not only that, these guys also face a very serious problem - the change of uniforms.

Although the rifle calibers of the Legion and the Alliance are both 7mm, they are not the same type of ammunition after all.

Even the gray military uniforms were only issued to one-third of the troops, and the remaining two-thirds were basically the same as the motley army.

Even with the help of the alliance, this is still a battle with great disparity in strength.

One of the recruits couldn't help but muttered.

"...can we win?"

The wolf who is good at fighting wanted to tell the truth, but this might be a bit difficult. After all, even the Alliance has fought directly with the legions twisted into a rope. It is difficult to say what chance the divided Borneo Province has.

This is purely a rational analysis.

It's impossible for them to completely turn the tide of the war around just because they won one artillery battle.

Only less than a day after the war started, the Southern Army had already captured the entire northwest corner of Lion State's coastline and pushed the frontline to the Surak County area.

If it were the Alliance fighting this battle, the advance would probably not be faster than theirs.

But before he could express his concerns, the battalion commander sitting next to him put his hand on the recruit's shoulder and shook it hard.

"Definitely!"

That voice was extremely firm, just like his unwavering eyes.

His eyes crossed the present day, as if he had already seen the future that was full of light and beauty.

He believed it without a doubt.

The fighting wolf sitting next to him was slightly startled.

He didn't know where this guy's confidence came from, but he was surprised to find that this straggler had faith since he didn't know when.

These guys who can't read a word and don't understand any theory actually have faith!

This is incredible...

Like many new players in the alliance, he used to look down upon the Moon Clan Resistance Army. He thought that these guys without any guiding ideology or theoretical basis could become kings of the mountain and be able to stop the Gray Clan. The Wolf Army was lucky.

However, if he discovers, it may just be his own arrogance and prejudice, thinking that "not absolute thoughts" means "absolute no thoughts."

In fact, the alliance was not built in one day.

When the Pioneer passed by Qingquan, they were as small as ants on the roadside.

Seeing the eyes of the surrounding people secretly looking at him, the fighting wolf was silent for a long time, then suddenly a faint smile appeared on his face, and he said the smoothest sentence he had ever said in a while.

"Don't ask such boring questions..."

"Those beasts just have sharper teeth... If we could win with sharper teeth, you and I would still be sitting in the tree right now."

Hearing this interesting metaphor, a burst of happy laughter sounded on the bumpy carriage.

Many Yue tribe soldiers were amused by the humor of this alliance brother, with smiles on their slender faces.

In particular, the commander of the artillery battalion laughed the most heartily, and the cigarette fell out of his mouth.

The thirteen-year-old boy, on the other hand, looked confused and looked at the alliance brother in confusion and asked.

"Why are you staying in the tree?"

In his opinion, the brothers in the alliance are the most knowledgeable people. The entire army, from the platoon commander to the division commander, respects them and will carefully refer to their suggestions.

Looking at the child who was supposed to be sitting in class studying, the combative wolf grinned and showed off the little ink on his belly.

"There are many theories about the origin of human beings. One theory is that humans evolved from monkeys."

The kid's eyes widened.

"But I am from the dog tribe..."

"That has nothing to do with what you believe. It's that... thing called science, right?" The battalion commander, who was holding the cigarette butt in his mouth, smiled and interjected.

He had a fellow countryman who traveled to Beidao in the southern sea, and he heard the word science from that guy.

This thing is a weird thing. I heard that the people who survived in the southern seas relied on that kind of science. They lived more comfortably on a piece of land as big as a palm than sitting on a large plain. A piece of clothing cost more than their lives. Still expensive.

And this was after bankruptcy.

Before going bankrupt, I heard that people there were several times richer than they are now.

Good at fighting wolf: "...Strictly speaking, it should be considered an inference. After all, no one has ever seen love with their own eyes. I don't understand this thing. I will ask you for details when you return to school one day. The teacher is quite stupid.”

The young man nodded, seeming to understand, and then asked you curiously.

"Then...why did we come down from the tree again? Why don't we stay in the tree?"

The fighting wolf laughed and said.

"Then it's a long story. It starts before the Prosperity Era...even further back than the Classical Era..."

…

The sun sank into the sea, and the sky filled with dark clouds finally began to rain heavily.

The patter of rain fell in the muddy ditch, and in the puddle that was neither deep nor shallow, there was an arm that didn't know where it fell.

No one was paying attention. When a Wilant soldier was crossing the ditch, he stumbled over a broken arm and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, the captain next to him grabbed his collar and lifted him up. .

"Watch the soles of your feet. If these were mines, you would be dead."

I heard that the Alliance has artillery mines, and it is not difficult to deploy them.

The soldier swallowed the saliva mixed with rain and lowered his head in shame.

"yes……"

Peter glanced at the soldier, said nothing, and just turned his attention to the messy battlefield ahead.

This was the Borneo position before. As soon as the Borneo troops withdrew from here, their friendly troops, the 172nd Thousand Troops, filled in with their rear legs.

However, not long after that, artillery shells came from the mountainous forest area in the northeast, and there were more than ten 155mm cannons, firing a full ten rounds of barrages.

According to information from friendly forces, they have a Centurion Corps in the center of the barrage coverage, and have lost contact since the beginning of the first round of shelling. They hope that the 171st Thousand Corps stationed nearby will send a troop to pass. Take a look at what's going on with your troops.

The 170,000th Army advanced too fast and encountered air attacks on the rear. Many supports had not yet caught up, so they were forced to switch from advancing to consolidating the current position.

It is now inconvenient for the brothers of the 172nd Thousand-Man Corps to leave their positions, and they can only rely on friendly forces in the same 10,000-man Corps.

The centurions who were bombed were also quite unlucky. Peter heard that they were counting the rags seized from the Borneo Army positions. Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched the rag with one hand, he turned around and touched the jackpot, and was named by the opponent's cannon.

The artillery fire covered so quickly, and the attack was so decisive. There was probably a reconnaissance unit of the Yue Clan Resistance Army nearby reporting information.

After detecting enemy artillery fire and the radio signal directing the bombardment, the 170,000th Army immediately deployed its own artillery units. However, before their counterattack began, the opponent had ceased fire and most likely moved away.

These guys were as cunning as rats, and he had to admit that they did underestimate their enemies.

But it’s not too late to make corrections now.

After returning to the team, Peter was immediately assigned his mission and went to the friendly positions that were under shelling.

They need to confirm the situation of friendly forces while cooperating with the remaining friendly forces to catch the enemy's eyes.

"Damn..."

Looking at the messy battlefield, Peter couldn't help but curse, but he still made a gesture to his teammates and bravely searched forward.

The rain was falling harder and harder, and the wind was blowing fiercely, making the search very difficult.

In particular, they have to be careful around them, as they may not be the only ones moving around.

The scouts from the Mammoth Kingdom might have been nearby, and the soldiers from the Borneo Kingdom might have turned around after hearing the sound of cannons out of concern for the equipment they had left behind.

This is also the reason why the 172nd Thousand Soldiers dare not move. They must be extremely careful before the airship returns to the front line.

Just as he approached a bomb-proof cave and was about to poke his head in to take a look, a rifle was suddenly pointed at his head.

"Don't move!"

In the darkness he saw one vicious eye, while the other was covered with blood.

Noticing the high bridge of his nose, Peter let go of his hand holding the rifle, indicating that he meant no harm.

"One of our own."

Just before he spoke, the man standing in the shadows obviously recognized his identity, lowered the muzzle of the gun aimed at his head, and spit blood on the ground.

"Damn...I just noticed, which army are you from?"

"The Centurion under the 171st Thousand Corps." Only then did Peter notice that this excited guy was a centurion, with a military rank higher than his own.

"171?" The centurion was stunned for a moment, frowning and saying, "Where are our own people?"

Peter spoke succinctly and concisely.

"They can't take care of you for the time being and have entrusted us to take a look at your situation... How many of you are left?"

The centurion grinned.

"The injuries are not too serious... Nine died, but there were more injured, about ten. The sanitary conditions here are too poor, and it's still raining. I'm worried they won't be able to hold on for long."

Were there really only nine dead?

Peter glanced at him suspiciously, suspecting that he hadn't confirmed it at all, but he didn't ask any more questions and said it immediately.

"Then let them go to the nearby farm. We have established an operational base there, and we also have medical personnel. When the rear transport team arrives, we can send them to the rear."

The centurion's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he immediately agreed.

"Okay! Then I'll leave them to you!"

"What about you?"

Looking at the centurion who didn't seem to be planning to retreat from here, Peter subconsciously asked.

A flash of fierceness flashed in the centurion's eyes, and he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence.

"...Those guys killed my brother, we can't just let it go."

The injury to friendly troops is only one aspect, but on the other it is too embarrassing.

Just from the previous round of shelling, their team might have suffered all the injuries sustained throughout the day.

If he doesn't get this place back, he will have no shame in being this centurion anymore!

Peter wanted to persuade him to calm down, but he didn't want to listen to the opinions of a mere ten-capion.

"...You'd better be careful. I always feel that someone from the alliance may have already arrived."

"Ha, you're here at the right time!" The centurion curled his lips and reached out to pat his shoulder, "The wounded are in the bomb hole... and I'll leave them to you."

After saying that, he climbed out of the trench in the pouring rain and shouted towards the position.

"Get up with me if you can still move! These bastards have finally finished their farts, so why not follow me?"

"Oh oh oh!"

"Fight them!!"

There were roars of high morale on the battlefield, and soldiers wearing bulletproof armor and exoskeletons crawled out of the trenches one after another, and marched toward the north with murderous intent.

The roar of high morale passed through the heavy rain curtain and floated to the fields aside.

The [Catheter Dog] lying in the field had a pity expression on his face, took back the small drone floating in the sky, and turned off the dimly glowing VM screen.

"Damn, what a pity..."

The round of shelling just now probably killed only thirty people. On average, it only took five shells to kill one person, which was somewhat wasteful.

It would be a shame if there were artillery nearby.

Judging from the action route of these big noses, they probably plan to continue heading north. If there is another round of volley at this time, they may be able to take away this hundred-man team in one wave.

However, the artillery battalion ambushed in the mountains has been moved, and now he can do nothing but watch.

Climbing up from the field, Brother Dog carefully avoided the murderous group of Weiland soldiers and moved toward Surak County.

It seemed that a team of thousands of people had arrived there before, and he planned to conduct a reconnaissance there before going offline to see what was going on there...

…

Just as the frontline troops of the Southern Legion were being bombarded by artillery shells, the official website of "Wasteland OL" in another world was as festive as a festival.

It is proved that people's joys and sorrows are not the same.

It is different from the Wilantes and the Borneos who are waiting in agony. For the players of "Wasteland OL", before the fight even started, they were already eager to "break up the fight".

As early as a few months ago, several big guys on the forum were analyzing that misfires were inevitable.

And now the legions that are ready to move are indeed as they expected, and the big sword planned by the dog can finally be restrained!

[Expansion pack update: "Southern Barbarian Invasion\