This Game Is Too Realistic

[General Abu Saik, I am Akbar, the Emperor of Xilan. I am sending you a telegram today for no other reason than the safety of the tens of thousands of people in Xilan. 】

[I admit that the late king’s handling of the Gray Wolf Army was indeed inappropriate. The orphans and widows were not resettled, and the wounded were not properly treated. However, even so, this is not the reason for your rebellion and disloyalty. 】

[However, Gu is not a tyrannical person. For the sake of the friendship between ministers, I promise you to surrender now to avoid death, to be granted the title of Grand Duke of Shizhou, and to keep your glory and wealth unchanged. 】

[If the general’s stubbornness has caused the lives of the people of the Xilan Empire to be ruined, and he will bear eternal infamy, don’t blame Gu for not giving you a chance to turn around...]

In the courthouse of Xifan Port, there is a plainly decorated office.

Akbar Siran crouched in front of the case and wrote a 2,000-word appeal to surrender eloquently. Then he stood up and respectfully handed it over to the Wilant officer behind him.

"How did I write?"

The little emperor's eyebrows were raised upwards, and his smile contained a hint of pride and a hint of disdain.

However, the Weiland man didn't even look at it, and just replied coldly.

"It depends on how the recipient of the letter responds."

Akbar's smile spread across his face, but he still laughed twice.

"What you said makes sense... I hope that Absek will not be ignorant and surrender as soon as possible."

The Valantian officer grinned, reached out and patted his shoulder and suddenly touched his face, as if he were touching an obedient dog.

What a dog.

There was an obvious hint of teasing and contempt in his smile, which was a look down from the bottom of his heart.

Akbar's mind buzzed, and he stared at the man in disbelief. He didn't understand what the guy's gesture of touching his face meant, and instead misunderstood it as something between a man and a woman.

This guy...

Should I say that?

Goosebumps appeared all over his body, and he took a step back in fear.

The officer did not give any explanation, but took the letter and strode out the door.

There was another person standing in the office, an old man from the Lion tribe who was silent.

He used to be a citizen of Sisail Port, a sweeper working in the court, but one day he was suddenly given a title for no apparent reason, and then he was asked by the Wilrant people to follow Akbar and act as a servant. , and at the same time monitor the Emperor for the Southern Army.

As for His Majesty's original servants, they were all driven away and replaced by people from Saifan Port.

Including the so-called imperial cabinet, and even His Majesty's bedfellows.

What kind of allies are these? They are clearly a group of kidnappers.

The old man sighed softly and looked at the angry little emperor and comforted him with a few words.

"Your Majesty, please be patient...you don't have to be like them."

Akbar calmed down and shook his head.

"Weilant people are all gentle people, and sometimes they have a rough-and-tumble heart... I can only understand."

The old man was stunned and looked at the little emperor blankly, as if he saw the deceased king.

picture.

It's so similar...

…

The 300,000th team breaks through the Lion City!

The news of the victory spread to Xifan Port and also to Surak County on the northern front, another front line in the Borneo Province theater of the Southern Army.

Looking at the shocking battle report in his hand, Captain Otelewan couldn't help but grin.

"This madman."

This guy is really capable of bombing a gathering place with a population of millions with incendiary bombs.

Isn't he afraid that the fire will not be controlled and the millions of livestock will be burned?

Fortunately, it was the rainy season, and the thick smoke from the fire made it rain.

Otherwise, I'm afraid the whole city will be burned down!

The staff officer standing aside nodded and said in a very soft voice.

“But I have to admit, it’s really efficient.”

A team of 10,000 people on the opposite side collapsed immediately and was defeated by several teams of 1,000 people.

There were also millions of survivors in the city, who were beaten until they could only cry and howl.

Although the consumption of ammunition is a bit high, compared to the benefits, the cost is completely within the acceptable range.

If Captain Ryan chooses to pursue the victory at this time and continue to march eastward, I am afraid that the whole world will be in chaos, wondering whether to resist this matter, friendly forces will fight against each other, and he will be at war with his own people.

Especially that Absaek.

Based on their analysis of the person, the "citizen" would almost certainly run away.

Otlay nodded approvingly, acknowledging what his staff officer said.

"...We can follow suit when the reinforcement airship arrives."

On the other side, at the station in the middle of Surak County, several patrolling soldiers were also talking about this matter.

"At least ten thousand people will be burned to death."

"Ten thousand?! I think there must be a hundred thousand at least!"

"Damn, it's so refreshing!"

Several Wilant soldiers gathered together and excitedly discussed the good news about the Lion City.

They were all under the command of Captain Ross, and they were also witnesses of the tragedy at Sailsport.

Due to the rhetoric of the Union envoy and the cowardice and incompetence of General McClung, they failed to kill enough at West Sails Harbor.

Now, finally, a ruthless person has avenged the death of more than 3,000 Weiland residents, and the bad breath stuck in their chests has finally been relieved.

Sure enough, the orthodoxy of Triumph City must be the Southern Legion.

Those civil servants who were corrupted by gold and the locals of the Eastern Legion have long since deteriorated!

Standing next to them, Captain Peter was smoking one cigarette after another. He couldn't bear to listen anymore and couldn't help but interjected.

"What's the point of this? Even if they don't bomb, the group of natives holding fire sticks can't stop them."

He thought about the serfs who died in the woods with red soil in their pockets.

His superiors told him to keep his mouth shut, but he still couldn't help but think, what kind of hero is he who massacred a group of unarmed civilians?

He had never hated his identity and honor so much. Being with this group of people only made him feel ashamed.

Several soldiers were stunned for a moment and looked at each other without saying anything. Only the veteran said something.

"There is still a meaning, even if it is to disintegrate the Baro people's will to fight——"

"What if it doesn't disintegrate?" Peter asked rhetorically, "The same tricks don't always work, and the opponents we encountered this time are many times more powerful than us."

"We just want to tell them that numbers are meaningless!" The veteran's temper also rose, his neck was red, and he argued with him rationally, "They killed at least 100,000 people in one day. We are telling them with action that one or two billion is not enough for them to die for a year!”

How can it be so easy?

Even if they could kill 10 billion rats a day, they wouldn't be able to kill all the rats in the world.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, they have never really conquered the lands in their hands.

From the day the city of Avente was founded, their war never ended.

Perhaps they are the furthest away from the New Age.

Not wanting to quarrel with his comrades, Peter shook his head, stubbed out the cigarette butt in his mouth and threw it aside.

The serfs looked at him from a distance, met his eyes, and ran away in a hurry.

Pete always felt a sense of dissonance, but he couldn't tell where the dissonance came from.

It wasn't until those serfs disappeared that he suddenly realized that no one was snatching his cigarette butt...

…

In the southern part of Lion City, the originally densely packed houses have turned into ruins.

The fire not only burned the southern part of the city, but almost half of the city.

Ryan, who entered the city, did not deliberately kill the local residents because there was no need to do so.

Enough people have died.

Those who survived didn't even dare to take a breath when facing their noses, let alone resistance.

He was not crazy enough to kill for the sake of killing. Instead, he ordered his commander to hire a group of locals to form a defense force to maintain order in the city.

There are still some remnants of the Borneo Army in the city, and many of them have mingled with the people.

These people are a hidden danger.

Since they chose to hide instead of running away, it meant that they had not given up the fight.

But they couldn't hide it for long.

Because soon he will follow General Gulyon's approach during the West Sails Port and let some of the colonized people share a small piece of the colonial cake, making them rich, powerful, dignified... and even become new aristocrats. .

In this way, no one will miss Absak, and they will even praise the colonists of the Southern Legion for arriving in time and taking them out of the sea of ​​misery.

This is called giving both kindness and power.

When the local survivors become happy as slaves, even the wheat grown in the fields will be transformed from the farmers' credit to the people of Willant.

㳔At that time, a fertile colony was born.

There may be some resistance, just like the rebellions of various sizes across the Legion, but it will never become as majestic as a 200,000-strong army.

The command vehicle of the 300,000th Army passed by quietly on the muddy road. Captain Ryan deliberately opened the observation window and took a look at his "great achievements."

In the pouring rain, desperate people searched for the bodies of their loved ones in the ruins. Some people stared at the ashes of their houses, or lay on the ground and howled.

That figure of Yanyan who had lost his soul not only did not make him feel any pity, but instead made him feel indescribably happy.

This is what happens when you go against the Legion!

However, it would be boring to see the same faces too many times. Captain Ryan closed the window again when he was happy, and looked at the adjutant sitting opposite him to express his condolences.

"Did you find that guy named Udono?"

The adjutant shook his head.

"No...I heard he died in the fire."

Ryan sneered.

"Ha, he is still a warrior."

I heard that guy is also an old member of the Heavenly King's Army.

If that guy is not dead, he will not kill him, but will take him with him and let him see with his own eyes the place where he fought, his hometown, and even the entire Borneo Province... What will happen next What it looks like.

That is true revenge.

After a pause, the adjutant continued speaking seriously.

"...In addition, news came from the rear just now that our 902mm cannon was intercepted. The one who intercepted us was the Alliance's Skeleton Corps. More than half of the 340,000th team suffered casualties. It was the Alliance's armored division that defeated them. They are currently fighting with the transport The logistics troops stayed together and retreated in the direction of Sails Harbor."

The casualties suffered by the 340,000th team can simply be described as tragic.

However, there was nothing they could do about it. After all, they had just bumped into the Alliance's armored forces, and were later killed by the Alliance's air force.

Ryan's face was unhappy, but he didn't say much, he just nodded quietly.

"I already know this."

The adjutant hesitated for a moment and asked.

"Don't worry about it?"

That railway is still very important.

Including the armored train and the 902mm cannon on the car.

But Ryan was not worried, he just said quietly.

"There are still 100,000 troops in Xifan Port. They will handle the next thing. General Gulion has already guessed that the alliance will attack our logistics with all its strength. He naturally has corresponding trump cards. We don't need to do this. worry."

The adjutant still had some concerns, but he didn't ask any more questions and could only change the topic.

"Then...what's next for us?"

"Tiandu."

The word came out of Ryan's mouth, and the corners of his slender mouth also turned up.

"Why do we have to wait for that [Outlet guy] to take down Dog State before we take action? We can completely penetrate the entire Borneo Kingdom in one fell swoop while they are still dilly-dallying."

The adjutant perked up after hearing this, and the worry in his eyes was replaced by the burning fighting spirit.

Tiandu!

The capital of Borneo!

As long as we capture that place, there will basically be no suspense in this war.

Looking at the adjutant with fighting spirit burning in his eyes, Captain Ryan said with a chuckle.

"...I heard that there is a ridiculously big starship there. I'm curious about what it looks like."

The adjutant sitting opposite him also said with a smile.

"That kind of legacy left in this depression is a waste. Those useless civil servants are actually indifferent. Maybe we can use it to build an airship bigger than the Horn."

Captain Ryan smiled meaningfully.

"Then it depends on whether the air force brothers have expressed anything. We can't let them take this advantage in vain."

…

It rained heavily for a long time, all the way from Lion City to Tiandu.

The sentry in a raincoat was patrolling along the muddy road when he suddenly saw a horse galloping from a distance.

Immediately a person sat down.

The commander-in-chief has already collected all the nearby horses and sent them to the front line. There may not be many horses in the entire Niu State.

Seeing the unusual figure, the sentry immediately became alert.

He raised the rifle in his hand, aimed at the rider running through the rain curtain, and shouted loudly.

"stop!"

The man didn't answer and just ran towards this side.

The sentry swallowed, and he and his companion beside him were hesitating whether to pull the trigger, when they saw the horse suddenly seemed to give out, and fell to the ground with a long sigh.

The man was thrown out, the muddy water was splashed into the air, and the horse flopped randomly in the mud, and finally died foaming at the mouth.

The sentry and his companion looked at each other and immediately trotted forward, only to find that the man lying on the ground was actually a captain. They were so frightened that they hurriedly helped him up.

"Sir, sir..."

Isher glanced at him numbly, then looked in the direction of Tiandu City. Without saying a word, he pushed away the man who was supporting him, and limped towards the city gate, regardless of the situation. There was a dying horse on the ground.

His hair stuck to his face like wet straw, and his lifeless face looked like it had lost its soul.

The sentry stared at him blankly, watching the limping figure silently drifting away. Finally, he gritted his teeth, threw the rifle on his back, and quickly chased after him.

"Sir, our outpost has a self-propelled car... I'll carry you on my back! Hurry up!"

After that, he put the raincoat on the man's shoulders.

This time Isher finally reacted, muttered a thank you, and then let the young man carry him on his back.

Two overlapping figures passed through the rain curtain and rushed into the nearby outpost.

Not long after, a bicycle was pushed out. The sentry stepped on it and pedaled hard, wishing that the chain would be kicked out of sparks.

Isher sat behind him, looking straight at the noisy rain curtain.

He clutched the package in his hand tightly. There was a camera inside. It was given to him by a reporter. The camera contained photos of him taken at the front line.

He will never forget those faces in his life.

And the fire that engulfed everyone...

…

Tens of thousands of miles away, the wind is gentle and the sun is shining, the clouds are shining, and it is an ideal city that is blessed with countless blessings.

In the tallest building of Prosperous Utopia, the final hearing is being held on the recent hotly debated incident.

The board members sitting here will make the final decision on how much budget the company will spend to prevent the Legion from continuing to expand eastward.

Supporters have reasons, whether it is to get arms orders or for morality, they must do something.

Failure to fulfill the contract is meaningless, and blind appeasement will only make the legion more arrogant.

Opponents also have their own views. After all, these budgets are ultimately paid by all residents of Ideal City. They have spent enough money on irrelevant people in the past two years.

There is indeed no point in not fulfilling the contract, but the Legion is like Xiaoqiang who cannot be killed and has no long memory. They cannot play "war games" with those big noses again and again.

Duandian Group's shareholders spoke at the meeting, maybe they should find a solution that can solve the problem once and for all, such as completely dismembering this group of militaristic lunatics instead of sending them away in waves like this.

Of course.

As for how to dismember the Legion, he actually didn't have any reliable ideas in mind.

But that can be discussed at another meeting.

Because of the opposing views, it is almost foreseeable that the debate at this hearing will be extremely fierce.

However, the development of things is completely opposite. Those directors who were so noisy yesterday are now quiet and terrifying.

In the center of the spacious venue, on a cube-shaped holographic screen, a city with a population of one million was burning in flames.

That settlement is not much smaller than Ideal City, and is even a little larger, although the former does not have those weird technologies or those towering buildings.

In front of the cube, there is a human-shaped holographic light and shadow.

That person is Li Ke, the Research Department of the college.

Until this hearing, the most glorious deed in his life was the fall at the gate of Falcon City.

Now, his scientific research ship has flown to Yunjian Province.

"...The above is what the Legion is doing in the Borneo Province. Theoretically, it can happen anywhere in the world, just like it has happened countless times before."

"Members of the board can continue to argue. I hope that the image data we provide will not disturb [your] enjoyment."

No more words needed.

The silent image had finished speaking for him.

Li Ke shook his head slightly, and the light blue light and shadow disappeared in the spacious venue.

Everyone sitting at the table was silent.

The faces were filled with shock, anger, disbelief, or the inability to look straight at them.

At this time, Shuyu, the ambassador from the alliance, stood up, looked around at the director and continued.

"...We have not participated in the negotiation of that ancient contract, but we know very well that a contract alone is not enough to bind anyone."

"In addition to ending the war itself, we must put war criminals on trial and account for our mistakes... Only in this way can we ensure that similar tragedies will not happen again, just like what our Hainan Province has done."

Looking at the whispering directors, he spoke in a solemn voice.

"If you don't want to do something, you can give it to us. We don't mind burning ourselves for the survivors who are suffering."

"However, we need your support, support within your ability!"

After saying these words, he sat down on the chair and left time for the meeting.

The conference room became quiet again, this time even the whispers were gone, only eyes and glances were left.

People seem to have no reason to quarrel.

In the face of higher interests, those things they care about are actually too small.

Seeing that no one continued to speak, the host of the meeting raised his hand.

"Vote."

After he finished speaking, he pressed his hand on the voting counter and cast his vote.

In less than a minute, the voting ended, and it was still an astonishing 1000:0:0.

In the past two centuries, this kind of thing has never happened, and no one has even abstained.

History seems to be happening again.

Just like their fathers decided to stay on this land, they once again made an irreconcilable choice.

Surprised expressions appeared on every face, and then there was surprise. Even the host of the meeting muttered something incredulous.

As the hammer fell from his hand, an aid package with an unlimited budget was immediately approved by the council.

They will provide the alliance with all the help that Ideal City can provide, support their allies, and bring the initiators of this war to a solemn court!

As soon as this aid package with an unlimited budget was passed, a rumor shocked the entire Jinlian Port.

"Lion City Massacre!" The Southern Legion set fire to the city! 》

The headline of the newspaper was in shocking large characters, and the red ink looked like human blood.

The picture accompanying the headline is a photo taken when the "Horn" airship dropped the incendiary bomb!

This photo was taken by a reporter from the "Daily Survivor" and was said to have been brought from the front by a captain named Isher.

Seeing the overwhelming evidence, all the survivors had anger burning in their eyes.

"...The dog is called the Virant!"

"Mom! I'm going to join the army too!"

"Didn't you say you were going to Camp 101 to learn skills?"

"Go to hell! If you want to go, wait until you kill all these big noses before you go!"

"What the hell...it's really not as good as a beast!"

Captain Ryan misjudged the situation after all.

The survivors of the Lion City are still immersed in the pain of losing their loved ones. Although many people did lower their heads, lowering their heads does not mean surrender.

Not just Lion City survivors.

There are also survivors of Jinqilun Port, survivors of Mammoth City, survivors of Tiandu City, and thousands of survivors.

In fact, he knew clearly that the rebellion in the legion's territory had never stopped, but he still wanted to use a bigger fire to suppress the anger in the hearts of the survivors who burned this land.

Not only did Ryan misjudge the result, but Captain Otelewan and even the Commander-in-Chief of the Borneo Provincial Theater, General Gurion, were also wrong. They were all wrong on this matter.

After learning about the tragic situation in the Lion City, Absek not only did not run away with his tail between his legs like a coward, but changed his previous indecisive image. Not only did he personally take charge as the commander-in-chief, he also served as the commander-in-chief of the Niuzhou Theater. He also electrified the entire Borneo Province with murderous intent, calling on all Borneo people to unite, and threatened to fight to the death with the Legion!

No one knows whether this is a performance by Wu Zhi, but at least he did not run away for now.

The morale in Tiandu has never been higher. Even the grassroots officers who were dissatisfied with Absak no longer cursed this "hypocrite".

Although not as happy as Janusz, at least he had the courage to fight to the death, and this alone is worthy of praise.

At this time, reinforcements from outside also arrived one after another.

The Borneo Expeditionary Force had contributed to the extermination of the Torch Church, and the survivors in the eastern provinces would naturally not leave them alone.

More than a dozen transport ships arrived at Jinlun Port.

A group of soldiers wearing gas masks and carrying rifles on their shoulders silently stepped onto the pier of Jinlun Port. The locals walked toward the military base amid flowers and cheers.

They are the Death Corps.

During the Battle of Luoxia and the Chewing Bone Rebellion, they had made great military exploits, and their fearless fighting style frightened countless raider tribes and the Eastern Legion's expeditionary force!

A total of 5,000 people landed this time, and another 5,000 people are expected to arrive in the future.

Seeing the girl throwing flowers on the roadside, the debt-ridden girl couldn't help but complain.

"Why do we have to wear gas masks? Are we so shameless?"

When he entered the team, he rolled his eyes and complained in a lowered voice.

"Do you think it's appropriate for us to be out in public all day long with our losses in battle?"

Debt-eyed: "... Damn, what you said makes perfect sense!"

Those in the queue wearing gas masks were not only players, but also many Xiaoyu fruiting entities.

After repeated training by Big Eyes, these retard-like fruit entities finally evolved from lobster soldiers lining up to be shot into World War I infantry, and were able to charge forward with bayonets like legionary clone cannon fodder.

The genetic blueprints of these fruiting bodies are the cheapest eaters, and the cost is much cheaper than those of clones.

A player with LV10 intelligence can bring about ten fruiting bodies, but their limit is two hundred!

As for the possible contamination caused by the mutant slime mold, don't worry, the red soil bacteria will be responsible for collecting their corpses.

After arriving at the base and updating the files, they got in the car and headed to the port, where they transferred to the ship bound for Tiandu City.

The river port was busy.

Except for one royal merchant ship floating alone on the river, almost all the cargo ships were requisitioned by the Borneo authorities and the Kimmelon Port authorities for transporting materials and personnel needed for the war.

Looking at the brothers boarding the boat, he paddled and shouted to them.

"The Vaillant people have already captured the Lion City, and we must not let them capture Tiandu again! Our brothers from the academy have been helping us deploy weapons against airships for a long time. Our mission is to hold on at all costs!"

In response to him, there were roars of high morale.

"Ouch!!!!"