This Game Is Too Realistic

Fire and rain are flying all over the sky like stars falling from the sky.

The rainwater on the ground was evaporated, the steel was melted, and the earth was scorched black.

No living creature could survive the deadly heat.

Even red clay.

That is more direct damage than radioactive fallout.

Looking at the burning land in front of him, Wolf, the captain of the 360,000th Army, narrowed his eyes slightly and involuntarily raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, but he quickly put it back.

Even if he had no doubt that the Southern Army would eventually win the final victory, it was difficult to interpret the battle in front of him as a victory.

Facing a joint encirclement and suppression campaign by three teams of ten thousand people, the other party actually destroyed their supply line despite high battle losses.

What's even worse is that this is just a thousand-man armored team from the Alliance!

Even if the number is a bit larger, it will still be considered a "forced establishment" at most, and no matter how hard it is, it will not be able to form a team of 10,000 people.

No matter how the triumphal report rhetorically speaks for them, it is difficult for the battle report to lie.

And it's hard to say whether this Triumph will help them as much as before.

After all, this time is different from the past. They have offended too many people, and even their allies in the east are not completely on their side.

But feel free to offend.

He comforted himself in his heart that as long as he won the final victory, all the seemingly incompatible people would change their minds.

But how long will it take to win?

This is just the beginning.

They don't know what else is waiting for them ahead.

Looking at the flames that were gradually extinguishing, the staff officer sitting next to him pursed his lips lightly.

"...It's finally over."

The opponent is far more difficult than he imagined.

"Um."

Woolf nodded, didn't say a word, just looked on expressionlessly.

Looking sideways at him, the staff officer whispered.

"Their technological progress is faster than we imagined. According to the intelligence provided by our allies in the east, they only used a vehicle-mounted electromagnetic gun as their trump card in the previous battle, but this time they installed it A whole armored force."

After a pause, he continued.

"I have a reasonable suspicion that they have more...that's a threat to us."

The Conqueror 10's spaced armor has almost absolute defense against armor-piercing bullets, and armor-breaking bullets are almost the limit that most survivor forces can reach with primitive industrial technology.

As for kinetic artillery, conventional calibers and charges cannot even touch the gap layer of the armor, and can be easily defended by relying solely on the hard shell.

It is precisely because of this that the indestructible armor of Conqueror 10 is an insurmountable "sighing wall" for the vast majority of survivors.

In order to defend against some "free-fall bombs" thrown from abandoned high-rise buildings and adapt to public security warfare in urban environments, they even specially strengthened the top cover of the turret!

However, this targeted design, which was designed based on new technical principles, became a joke in front of the public.

The alliance's electromagnetic cannons pierced one by one, and as long as the static-charged shells hit the ammunition rack, there would be a series of brilliant sparks. This was one of the reasons why their armored formations were continuously blown up.

Theoretically, the penetration effect of the electromagnetic gun is adjustable. If a special warhead is installed, it can even break through air resistance, so there is really no upper limit to the damage effect.

What is worrying is that I heard that the South China Sea Alliance seems to have this technology, and it is used on their battleships.

They did not pay attention to the group of fishermen in the southern waters before, but with the arrival of the alliance, the group of starfish on the shrinking island suddenly became frightened and now began to move out.

Once these technologies spread out, the advantages that the Legion has had in the past century and a half will be gone!

To deal with this unprecedented threat, they should at least break away from the design ideas of the "Conqueror" series and develop new equipment based on new "tactical needs."

These preparations should have been made before the war started, but he saw that they were not.

While their opponents were seriously considering their equipment, the Legion's top leaders simply purchased a large batch of "Conqueror" No. 10 from the Eastern Legion.

Maybe the senior management still had other trump cards in their hands, or maybe they didn't expect to win by relying on the superiority of the armored forces from the beginning, but put their chips on other trump cards, but the current battle situation did make him feel a little worried.

Although he had no doubt that the Velantes would win the final victory, he couldn't help but worry that they were a little overconfident and even ignored the objective laws of development of things.

Even if I never say it less.

"...it's just a tactical threat," the adjutant corrected, grinned, and continued disapprovingly, "but strategically it's another matter. Just like today, whether it's an electromagnetic gun or something, In the end, there is only a pool of molten iron left. Even if they win ten times, the Lion City is now in our hands."

In terms of firepower, the Southern Army will not lose to anyone!

He has absolute confidence in this.

Even if the opponent's electromagnetic gun is stronger, it can't fill the gap in firepower between the two sides!

"That's correct," the staff officer did not refute his statement, but just asked, "But what if they want other trump cards?"

The adjutant smiled.

"Are you talking about the phaser? That kind of thing is indeed a threat, but we are not unprepared."

The staff officer shook his head.

"I'm afraid it's something else."

"What is it?"

"have no idea."

Upon hearing this ambiguous answer, the adjutant was stunned for a moment.

"have no idea?"

The staff officer nodded and said solemnly.

"Not knowing is the scariest thing...haven't you discovered that our opponents know us, but we have never tried to understand them."

He always had a feeling that the alliance had penetrated into them.

This is not surprising.

There are many people in Willant who are hostile to the Alliance, but there are also many who have a favorable impression of them.

These people are the easiest to bribe.

Without even having to bribe them, those people were even willing to help them.

Whether they admit it or not, this type of group exists in the army, and as their actions become more and more crazy, this resistance continues to expand.

On the other hand, for the legion, let alone bribery, it is difficult to even hire a brewmaster from Dawn City to work in Yat...

…

The boiling flames turned the enemy into ashes, finally dispelling the anger in everyone's hearts.

Not only did the commander in the command car relax and frown, but the soldiers of the 360,000th Corps also relaxed their tensed shoulders and lowered their raised muzzles.

It was really a brutal battle. The sudden flash of arcs in the darkness and the turrets flying into the sky almost became a nightmare that they could not get rid of.

The flames in the distance gradually extinguished.

Just when everyone was about to close the team, a stumbling figure suddenly appeared in the dark wilderness.

The man's arms were tightly tied with ropes, and he was walking on the muddy ground with a pace that he didn't recognize, as if he might fall to the ground at any time.

The frontline reconnaissance team discovered him first.

Several Wilant soldiers standing next to the reconnaissance vehicle exchanged glances, and inadvertently saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Is there anyone alive? !

"Captain, there is a living person!"

"...It seems like he is from us."

The captain sitting in the car frowned and looked through the magnifying glass of the electric machine gun.

The man's body was covered with mud, his face was stained, and his pants were soaked, like a wild dog rolling out of a mud pit.

Whether it's the tall nose or the military uniform, they all tell his identity.

This guy is his countryman.

Although he desperately hoped not.

"stop!"

When the man approached, the tenth captain himself got out of the car and pointed his gun at him to signal him to stop.

"I...ahem! My name is Quincy...and I am one of our own!"

The young man named Quincy had a look of panic on his face, his eyes were as hollow as briquettes, and his gray-headed face looked like a slug.

He doesn't want this either.

But he was frightened.

Not only because the guy shot him with his mouth before, but also because of the artillery fire that fell from the sky.

That was completely different from what he saw during the exercise. It was not that he was charging towards the artillery shells, but that the sky was full of artillery shells hitting him.

The burning white phosphorus almost rubbed against the heels of his shoes, and he almost died in the hands of his own people after escaping from the tiger's mouth!

"Your number."

The tenth captain stared at him intently, looking at the cowardly look with contempt in his eyes.

"The 34th 10,000-person mechanized infantry team...the 3,000th..."

"What about the third thousandth person? Don't you even know your serial number?" The tenth commander stared at him coldly, lowering the muzzle of the gun in his hand, "And your exoskeleton and your equipment are all special. Where did it go? Did you give it away?"

"...Here, maybe in Huoyou." Quincy swallowed hard, not daring to say that it might have been picked up by the guerrillas.

The tenth captain didn't pay attention at all, he just looked at him with disdain.

"Oh, really, then why aren't you in there?"

"I……"

"I'm so ashamed of you that a weak bastard like you is one of our compatriots."

The tenth captain pulled out a captured pistol from the waist of his subordinate, threw it in front of the wild dog-like guy, and said with a look of disgust.

"We, the 360,000th man, don't have a coward like you. We would rather die on the battlefield than surrender."

He didn't say anything, but as if he had said everything, he looked at the frightened young man in front of him quietly.

The same goes for the Weirant people next to them.

At first they sympathized with the poor guy, but after hearing what the captain said, they became less sympathetic.

This coward is actually from Willant?

It’s really dirty their noble blood!

It's better to kill yourself and die in the hands of the enemy, and you can be considered a warrior for the time being.

Quincy tremblingly picked up the pistol on the ground and put it against his chin. However, his index finger seemed to be filled with lead, and he didn't have the courage to pick it out after shaking for a long time.

He looked pleadingly at the compatriots standing around him, hoping that they would stop him, but found that they were just looking at him playfully, as if urging him to hurry up.

Why is this so?

He was obviously fighting for the land where the Weiland people could live under the sun, but why did he become the enemy of the Weiland people after narrowly escaping from death?

He felt as if something was broken in his heart, and he suddenly broke down and roared.

"Ahhhh!!!"

He finally plucked up the courage and pulled the trigger with all his heart, but only heard a crisp "clang" sound.

The crisp sound made his head buzz, as if he had been kicked by a donkey.

There is no bullet in the chamber...

He was fooled.

No matter how stupid he was, he realized that these veterans were just playing with him for fun.

Quincy looked at those guys blankly, and suddenly it was as if all his strength had been drained from his body, and he collapsed to the ground with a plop.

The Wilant soldiers gave the coward one last mocking look, turned around and got into the car without saying a word, started the engine and drove away.

The soldier sitting in the driver's seat had been watching, glancing at the figure disappearing in the rearview mirror, with a somewhat unbearable expression on his face.

"Are we going to ignore that guy?"

Before the captain could speak, another young man sitting next to him curled his lips and laughed.

"Would you like to ride in a car with that mud man?"

The fireman with the machine gun on his back also laughed and teased.

"He has already ran away here, so let him continue running. Maybe he can escape to the Triumph City."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The car was filled with wild laughter.

The boys of the 360,000th team returned to the camp with the glory of annihilating the alliance's ace, even though this tough battle cost them a lot.

At the same time, on the other side, in the northern part of Surak County, the 170,000th team stationed there finally reunited with the reinforcements from the rear and once again launched an invasion towards Dog State in the three northern states!

The Yue Clan resistance army stationed on the border of Dog State only put up limited resistance and withdrew from the battlefield.

As planned, they decided to use mobile warfare to counter the Legion's offensive.

Stretch the opponent's supply lines as much as possible, and then use artillery and guerrillas to annihilate the opponent's effective forces.

Just like their strategy when fighting the Gray Wolves on the Mammoth State's border.

But in this way, their battle report is really ugly, and the front line is almost "collapsed at the first touch".

Compared to Lassi, who is as steady as an old dog, Absek is obviously much more restless.

If the alliance's elite troops had not arrived in Tiandu, he might have followed Shah Rukh's example and fled.

Tiandu is connected in all directions. To the south is his hometown of Langzhou, and to the east is the prosperous Liaozhou.

If you want to run away, there is still somewhere to run. If you can't, you can still go to Kingallen Harbor to stay.

The whole Tiandu City was in panic.

And just when everyone wanted to leave, there was one person who could leave but refused to leave.

The office of the Commander-in-Chief.

Isher stood in front of the office table and looked at Absek sitting behind the office table and said.

"I want to go to the front lines."

Absek stopped writing in his hand and looked up at the young man.

He had a bit of a crush on this guy, he seemed to be that naughty guy Anwo.

A few days ago, Anwo sent a telegram to transfer his former subordinates to Golden Gallen Port to help.

He couldn't stop him from doing such a small thing, and besides, he also needed someone to go to Golden Gallen Port for him to do misfortune, so he waved his hand to approve it.

But what he didn't expect was that when it was time to leave, Isher wouldn't leave.

"Going to the front line? Have you thought clearly about going to the front line at this time?"

Looking at Absak who was smiling but not smiling, Isher nodded seriously.

"I've thought it through."

"Okay, if you are ambitious! Then I won't keep you, you can just follow the Alliance people."

After a pause, Absek rolled his eyes and then said.

"Your military rank is too low and not worthy of your abilities. From now on, you are the commander of ten thousand men, and you are responsible for rebuilding the disbanded 30,000 men!"

Isher stood up straight, holding his right fist close to his chest.

"Thank you for the promotion, Commander-in-Chief!"

Absek smiled and waved his hand.

"This is not a bad mistake. Don't work too hard. Just get familiar with those soldiers... Forget it, I believe you understand. You can take care of yourself."

Isher knew what he wanted to say, and also knew why he temporarily promoted himself to captain of ten thousand men and gave him a bunch of soldiers who needed training.

Moreover, it is still the old number of the 30,000-person team that sacrificed the most heroically.

Although the commander-in-chief was dissatisfied with Anwo's arbitrary actions in Saifan Port, he still regarded them as his subordinates.

In other words, it is to protect shortcomings.

Everyone knows that the current front line is a fire pit, and it is still the kind that no matter how much firewood is thrown, he will at least hint that he should not go, and if he can't persuade him, he will think of a way to keep him safe.

Isher nodded, expressed his gratitude sincerely, and then turned and left the office.

Looking at the young man who turned around and left, Absek, who was not very young, sighed arrogantly.

"...We are not all naughty, there are still two good guys."

But it's a pity.

In the land of Borneo, good people usually do not end well.

A few months is not enough, not even a few 㹓, it must be at least dozens of 㹓, or even hundreds of 㹓.

The day when a bastard like him is held at gunpoint by a good guy, then the country of Borneo can really be saved.

Absek smiled and shook his head, picked up the pen, bent over his desk and continued writing.

[...To Cabaja, Commissioner of Education. 】

[I think the university student is up to something. The Borneo State treasury really doesn’t have any money left. You have to give me a two-month delay. I will treat this money as something I owe you. 】

[In addition, I heard that Mr. Rat has established a Mammoth State University in Mammoth State, which recruits students from the entire Borneo Province. In this case, we might as well borrow their classrooms and desks to start a "joint school" and teach our students in their place. 】

[You literati should communicate more, just like Lacy and I can chat well. If you pull your face down, I think Mr. Rat will definitely not refuse. Even if you chase me and scold me, you won’t be able to scold me for a silver coin. 】

[There are bombardments all day long. It is really not a place to teach and educate people. Besides, it would be a pity if the repaired teaching building is destroyed. It is better to build it after the construction is completed. 】

[If you’re a university student, just think I’m right. Select students of the right age first. The budget is really not enough to build a building. It’s enough to organize a few exams and collect some travel expenses and living expenses. Remember to select real talents and send them to Mammoth University to learn from the teachers there. Once they have completed their studies, they will become our teachers. We are not afraid that they will not come back in the future, but we are afraid that they will follow big guys like us into the trenches and not come back... Regardless of the Borneo Kingdom or the Mammoth Kingdom, those people are our future. 】

[You are the only one here to take care of this. If any naughty guy dares to trap you and come to me, I will definitely skin him! 】