This Game Is Too Realistic

On the bridge of the Horn airship, John was sitting in a chair while playing with the shell pendant in his hand and looking boredly at the smoke-covered hills in the distance.

A man in a white coat stood next to him. His enthusiastic look was in stark contrast to the boredom on his face.

The man's name was Martin. He was a biologist from the West Coast Colony of the Great Desert, and he was said to be a refuge resident.

John didn't really like this guy.

Not because this guy is a blue gopher, but because this guy is uncomfortable from head to toe.

Perhaps because he often dealt with corpses, he smelled like corpses.

However, this guy came with a letter of introduction from General Gulion after all.

Even if John didn't like it, it wouldn't be appropriate to drive him out so shamelessly.

And here, it is really not easy to find a blue gopher who favors the Legion.

After all, this guy is on his side.

"The killing agent... just the dose of a bottle cap can make the plants wither! Make the organs fail! Let the land die! And it will become a breeding ground for new toxins!"

Listening to the blabbering thoughts, John said hello without interest.

"...We have at least 20 poisons stronger than this. How is your 'death agent' better than them?"

Martin smiled sadly.

"The strength lies in the aftereffects! Such as complications, such as infection, etc.! It will not make our enemies die quickly, but will torture them, make them struggle in pain, and infect more people."

John, who was originally disapproving, suddenly became excited when he heard this and sat up straight from his chair.

"Infectious? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

As he spoke, his eyes were already fixed on the soldiers who were building a bridge to cross the river outside the French window.

After all, they are his compatriots.

Even though they were idiots on land, he couldn't watch them die.

"Hehe... you don't have to worry," Martin laughed dryly as he looked at the ten thousand captain, who was facing a formidable enemy, and continued, "Those are the expected effects, such as being super contagious, and being effective only on humans. , and it only works for certain groups of people, etc.”

"These effects have not been realized yet, but they are coming soon... and I have controlled the dose of the toxin. With Vaillant's immunity, he will produce antibodies within an hour, and he will basically not be affected by this toxin. threat."

"Basically." John gave him a meaningful look, not satisfied with this ambiguous modifier.

"Yes."

Martin did not deny it. He nodded frankly and admitted it simply.

"...I can't guarantee 100%, just like I can't guarantee that it will be sunny one day, but 99% can be guaranteed, and this probability is acceptable to the senior management."

After a pause, he continued with a feverish expression.

"As long as the final version of this virus can be completed... it will, like the ancient Black Death, wipe out most of the Borneo people from this land."

"What's the benefit to us?" John glanced sideways at him, "What we want is not a vast wasteland, just one."

Sometimes he really couldn't figure out what these senior executives were thinking, including that Ryan.

Compared with other natives in their colony, the Borneos were simply too docile.

These are simply slaves given to them by His Majesty the Marshal, and it would be a waste to get rid of them.

However, Martin did not understand what he meant and just said with a smile.

"How could it become a wasteland? This place was originally a wasteland! It would be better to say... this is exchanging blood for the wasteland."

The fanaticism flashing in those pupils made John feel a little uncomfortable, but he didn't say anything.

Crossing the river in the distance were the 360,000th and 1,000th men, commanded by Captain Wulf.

Due to the huge progress made on the eastern front, General Gulion sent two additional troops of 10,000 people, and also sent a group of officers to the Lion City to train the servant army.

The 360,000th Regiment was one of the reinforcements. They once severely defeated the Alliance's elite armored division, the Skeleton Corps, in the western part of Ridbull County.

The large force led by Captain Ryan is marching from the Lion City area. The Horn airship is the first to be deployed to the front line, cooperating with the 360,000th troop to establish an outpost on the other side of the river.

According to Captain Ryan's own judgment, if the False Alliance and the Borneo Kingdom planned to snipe their logistics line, they would definitely use their brains at the bend of the Yongliu River.

Akale County is the most likely.

Regardless of whether there is a Borneo guerrilla group on the other side of the river, they have to go and take a look...

For a time, the headquarters of the 360,000th Army was stationed in an unknown small village less than 20 kilometers away from the Yongliu River in the western part of Akale County.

The famine seemed to have arrived here before the Wealantians.

The local villagers had moved out early, leaving only empty shacks and dilapidated tile walls.

Although the surviving animals in Borneo Province have red soil to eat, it is not available everywhere.

Only settlements with a large population or farms of noble nobles have the foundation to cultivate large areas of red soil.

Having more people is key.

It's not enough to have a large number of people, you have to exploit them ruthlessly so that some people live like animals.

After all, it is not serious food after all. As long as they can eat a bite of beans, no one will be willing to eat that food.

Woolf sometimes felt that they were not here to occupy the homes of the indigenous people, but to save these almost degenerate primitive people from their ignorant life.

No matter how little freedom and dignity the residents of Xifan Port have, they are much more dignified than during the period of Wu Tuo's rule.

The residents of the Lion City will soon be the same.

All they lost were some wooden shacks and beggars, but it wouldn't be long before they would gain clean streets and even sewers they had never had before.

In the command car.

The adjutant stared at the screen intently, looking at the repaired pontoon bridge and the troops successfully arriving on the other side of the river, and his tense expression finally relaxed into a smile.

"...The 1,000th Team has successfully crossed the river. Haha, it seems we thought they were too smart."

The staff officer on the side frowned and reminded calmly.

"Don't be careless and underestimate the enemy. Our opponents are not only the locals, but also the alliance."

The adjutant grinned and said nonchalantly.

"I know that the Alliance is a problem, but there are only so many of them, and there is always something we can't take care of."

Just like the battle in the Lion City, the alliance's troops at most caused some trouble for Captain Ryan's men outside the frontal battlefield. Later, they were beaten in one fell swoop on the plains, turning him into a thief. Brand new medal.

Even if what they are about to face is really the Alliance, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Woolf thought for a long time, and suddenly his heart moved slightly.

"I remember... the precision firepower of the airship needs to be lowered before the anchor chain can be deployed?"

The adjutant was stunned for a moment, looked at each other with the staff officer, and then nodded cautiously.

"That's it, what's wrong?"

The airship's fire control system has two modes, one is spread barrage, and the other is precision bombardment.

Due to many reasons such as recoil and wind resistance, it is often necessary to drop the anchor chain before launching a more precise fire strike.

In other words, if their troops are too close to the enemy, it may be difficult to use supporting firepower.

With this in mind, Wulf immediately made a decision and saw Adjutant Yan give the order.

"Let the support team prepare and aim the shooting at our 1,000-man team as they advance forward."

Although he was doubtful whether this was necessary, the adjutant still dutifully accepted the order.

"yes!"

The moment the order was issued, nearly a hundred "Fire Crossbow" self-propelled artillery pieces were organized into three groups and drove from the hidden area to the nearest shelling point, completing their deployment.

On the other side, the 1,000-man team led by Captain Taut had successfully crossed the Yongliu River without encountering an attack.

The Borneo army seemed to be asleep and gave up the entire position.

Looking at the quiet woods, the tenth commander sitting in the reconnaissance vehicle couldn't help frowning, his eyes were pressed against the sight glass of the electric machine gun, and he got closer.

He wasn't the only one who felt there was something wrong, the driver sitting in the driver's seat also felt the same, rubbing the square pan with his palms and a vigilant expression on his face.

"Things are a little strange here..."

Staring intently at the scope, the tenth commander said casually.

"Did you find anything?"

"...It's just because I didn't find anything that I felt strange."

The driver shook his head, swallowed nervously, and continued talking while staring at the dense woods.

"Where the river turns, there are hills next to it. There is no more suitable ambush point than this... However, they seemed to have disappeared, leaving this excellent location directly to us."

The soldier sitting in the back seat whistled and grinned teasingly.

"Perhaps they were destroyed by our artillery fire."

The machine gunner sitting next to him also chimed in with a smile.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out. I heard that these natives don't even have gas masks."

"I really don't understand what the brothers in front of me do for a living, so they can be disarmed by these guys."

"You remind me of that poor slug."

"Haha, I really don't want to remember that useless guy——"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a huge impact hit the side door.

The metal jet instantly penetrated the car door, and the high-temperature debris blew away half of the soldier carrying the machine gun.

The riflemen on the side were so frightened that they lost their wits. Looking at the half-remaining body and the black blood spilled across half of the carriage, they shrank to the ground in fear.

He didn't realize that his pants were already wet, half from the blood of his comrades and half from the urine he couldn't hold back.

It's completely different from the desert.

In the desert, the most deadly threats were the indigenous Molotov cocktails or remote-controlled bombs buried on the roadside. We had never encountered weapons that could penetrate their vehicles.

Even not long ago, their friendly forces had suffered from these equipment.

Because of their arrogance, they ate again in the same place.

The slanted front of the car slammed into a tree, and the driver's forehead almost hit the window. Everyone sitting in the car was shaken violently and knocked upside down.

"Damn-!"

"RPG!!! It's from the Alliance!!"

"Call from here!"

"Joe's down!"

"Get out of the car! Quick!"

There were dark circles on the Captain's eyes. He cursed and turned his machine gun to aim at Fang Tan, who was being hit by rockets. He didn't care whether he saw the person or not and glanced at him first.

The driver opened the car door with his shoulder, and the rest of the soldiers got out of the car one after another, relying on the car as a cover, and opened fire at Fang Yan, who was being shot by rockets.

Soon another rocket came over and hit the hood in front.

The high-temperature metal jet instantly poured into the engine, and the flying fragments penetrated the driver's glass.

"Damn!!!"

Looking at the cobwebs covering the bulletproof glass, the tenth commander sitting in the gunner's seat cursed angrily, commanding his men to spread out on both sides, while calling for reinforcements from behind.

"This is the reconnaissance team! We were attacked by an enemy raider! We need reinforcements!"

A noisy electric sound came from the earphones, followed by an unhurried sound.

"Received, report the number and location of the enemy!"

"I don't know! Damn it! They're right in front of us!" The captain looked horrified. He gritted his teeth and controlled the electric machine gun to fire while trying to identify Fang Yan who was being attacked by the enemy.

However, the situation at the scene was too chaotic. Bullets seemed to be hitting from all directions, and one even came from behind them.

They had already scouted that area. Where did these guys come from? !

It seemed that he could hear the anxiety of the battle situation.

The originally unhurried voice in the communication channel gradually became serious.

"Understood, we have sent reinforcements to your location, hold on!"

"receive!"

The ten captains roared in response.

At that moment, the barrel of the electric machine gun was forced to cease fire due to overheating.

He cursed, grabbed the rifle hanging on the side, and hurriedly got out of the open car.

And almost as soon as he ceased fire and got out of the car, another RPG rocket hit.

This time the rocket hit the fuel tank directly, and the explosion flames shot into the sky and overturned the entire car.

The tenth captain fell to the ground with a muffled groan, and a soldier couldn't dodge and was directly pressed under the car. He died before he even had time to make a scream.

Looking at the exploding reconnaissance vehicle, everyone's eyes were full of panic, and they were even more confused in their panic, not knowing what to do.

"Captain is down!!"

"Mom! Who woke him up?!"

“I can’t survive!!”

"@#%!"

The machine gunner, who was holding the machine gun, cursed and fired a burst of bullets into the woods in the distance. Then he gave the machine gun to his teammate beside him and quickly crawled over in the direction of the captain.

Unfortunately, as soon as he left the bunker, a bullet flew over and penetrated his helmet.

The machine gunner fell to the ground without saying a word, and the surrounding soldiers fell into a complete panic.

"It's a sniper!"

At the same time, on a slope 200 meters away, a player holding a sniper rifle took a deep breath, moved the scope and aimed at the next target.

"The machine gunner is gone! Someone has taken his place!"

Another player put a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't kill everyone, just leave some bait."

The player holding the sniper rifle "bang" fired a shot, knocking down the soldier who took over the machine gun.

"Got it! I'm counting."

At the same time, four armored personnel carriers, led by an infantry fighting vehicle, came from the edge of the Yongliu River in the direction of the friendly forces being attacked.

The 20mm cannon and 10mm machine gun fired at the forest, and the firepower of the shooters temporarily overwhelmed the hail of bullets that rushed towards the reconnaissance team.

However, the people sitting in the car did not notice the whispers under the trees and bushes beside them.

Just as they were rushing past friendly reinforcements, two teams carrying anti-tank equipment and light machine guns circled their flanks and completed their deployment.

Seeing the Vallant Centurion getting closer and closer, Laplace slowly raised his hand, and then clenched it into a fist.

"Fire!"

The moment he gave the order, ten rockets with tail flames suddenly rushed like locusts towards the infantry fighting vehicles and armored personnel carriers that were racing furiously.

Because the rocket was just stuck on the edge of the safe distance, it was so close that the crew had no time to react and could only collide with the rocket solidly.

The most unlucky one was the infantry fighting vehicle. One RPG shot after another hit the driver's seat, and with a loud explosion, it broke down on the side of the road and hit an old tree with a thick thigh.

Two of the other four armored personnel carriers had their engines blown out, and one had its carriage blown out.

There was also a car that rolled over because it turned too sharply, but it was a blessing in disguise that it didn't hit the RPG.

The Wilantes were stunned by the fall and hurriedly got out of the car. Before they had time to figure out where the rockets came from, they were stunned by the bursts of gunfire.

The tracer light flew randomly among the trees, opening deadly nets.

"Spread out! Quick!"

The centurion who was the first to get out of the car roared at the top of his lungs, and then huddled behind a scrapped armored vehicle, trying to observe the surrounding situation.

However, the bullets were flying from all directions, and it was impossible to tell where there were more people and where there were less people.

An armored vehicle alone couldn't stop the ferocious firepower, so he could only lie on the ground in embarrassment.

Raging fire came from all directions, and every one of the Wilante soldiers who got out of the car were beaten. They could not find their way to the north, so they could only lie down on the spot, and then fire back in the direction where the gunshots came from.

The entire battlefield is in chaos!

You can only hear the popping gunshots and sporadic explosions, but you can't see where the enemy is!

Seeing the critical situation, the centurion, who was lying down next to the armored vehicle, immediately took off the communicator hanging on his shoulder and shouted loudly towards the communication channel.

"This is a team! We were attacked by an enemy ambush team!"

"Their firepower is too fierce! There is at least a thousand-man team surrounding us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a "whoosh" scream suddenly came from the distance.

Before he could react, the explosive flames bloomed on the battlefield.

Two Valantian soldiers were blown up, and their exoskeleton-clad bodies rolled to the side.

Reluctantly raising his head, the centurion glanced at the battlefield, and finally there was a hint of panic in his eyes.

"Mom! It's a mortar!"

By the everlasting river.

Captain Taut, who was sitting on the front line and commanding the troops, was extremely anxious when he heard the roar on the communication channel.

However, his fighting qualities were still good after all, and he did not panic due to unexpected situations.

The enemy is in the woods!

And there is at least a thousand-man team!

Maybe it's still the regular army of the Alliance!

Without any hesitation, he immediately connected to the airship's communication channel.

"This is the 360,000-man team and the 1,000-man team! We have encountered intensive enemy firepower and need artillery support!"

When he finished speaking, Taote reported the coordinates of the bombardment again very quickly.

After a brief period of electric current noise, a reply came quickly from the communication channel.

However, this sentence made Taote's mood sink to the bottom.

"This is the Bugle. We cannot approve your request... The airship is in motion and we cannot carry out precision fire strikes. If you continue to fire, you will be covered within the artillery range. If you still want to receive support, please at least contact us. Enemy units should keep a distance of more than 1 km."

A man? !

You can't retreat to the other side of the river!

Taote greeted all the eighteen generations of his ancestors across the river in his mind, and then glanced briefly at the other side of the river, but quickly turned his head back.

Why retreat?

The other party was just a group of stragglers, they just bit a reconnaissance team and a centurion team.

According to reports from the front, the enemy could only have a force of a thousand men at most. As long as he pushed his troops onto the platform, he could crush the grasshopper biting his toes to death in minutes!

And if he retreats at this time, he will not be able to escape his reputation as a coward.

After figuring out the pros and cons of this, Taote no longer hesitated, grabbed the communicator and shouted loudly.

"All infantrymen dismount! The 2nd and 300th troops send reinforcements to both wings of the 100th troops!"

"The remaining combat units at all levels advance into the forest! Destroy all the enemies you see!!"

After hearing the commander's order, the people on the riverbank let out roars of high morale.

"receive!!"

"Oh oh oh!!!"

The mighty army marched towards the forest, with seven Centuries running along the front line towards the hilly hinterland, while the other two Centuries were clamping left and right towards the scorching battlefield like a vise.

㦳So this action was taken because Taote judged that there were other ambushers in the forest.

I have to say that his judgment is very accurate.

Unfortunately, he obviously underestimated the number of ambushers.

The ones stationed here are not a thousand-man team, but the Alliance's Death Corps and the Borneo's 30,000-man team!

With a mere thousand-man team, there is no difference between filling in the bamboo slips and sending one to death...

"Boy, the Weiland people are starting to save grandpa."

Looking at the troops advancing into the forest one after another, crawling behind the bunker, he was in debt, eyes wide and surprised, and licked his tongue.

"The refueling tactic is taboo among military strategists. I remember these big-nosed guys weren't so stupid before?" The construction worker lying on the side was puzzled and muttered.

"They are too confident. They may not be able to hook a big fish this time."

Suppressing his excited voice, he touched the edge of the front line and opened the safety of his rifle, shouting into the communication channel.

"The first group of artillery fired! Xu Jin's barrage pushed to the river and raised their pontoon bridge for me!"

"The second group of artillery fires smoke! Immediately retreat to the hiding spot after three rounds of barrages!"

"Brothers from the First Battalion! Follow me!"

After saying that, he put the short whistle hanging around his neck in his mouth and blew it hard.

"Sh-!"

The piercing sound was like an arrow piercing the forest, startling the Weiland man who was advancing towards the forest.

Especially the sound of cannons that followed immediately caused Taote, who was following the frontline troops to move forward, to panic.

Support artillery! !

There is more than just a thousand-man team stationed here!

However, it was too late to react at this moment.

The noisy killing sound like the waves almost hit his face at the same time as the roaring explosion!

"Kill!!!"

Those people seemed to appear out of thin air, or like trees came to life.

They wore simple military uniforms, gas masks, and gleaming bayonets and rifles in their hands.

"Fire!!!"

Taut yelled into the communication channel.

In fact, there was no need for him to give orders at all.

As soon as the whistle sounded, the troops under his command started a firefight with the troops that came out of the forest.

The sound of gunfire shuttled through the forest, followed by continuous deaths.

The number of those people seemed endless.

They were like a tsunami hitting the shore, drowning several of his 100-man teams in a moment.

The reconnaissance team that was still calling for help a second ago had no signal, and the two 100-man teams that came to reinforce were also caught off guard by an ambush halfway and could only flee.

Roars and shouts came one after another in the communication channel, and Tout finally showed a trace of fear on his face.

What kind of team are they fighting with? !

"Gas mask..." His Adam's apple moved, and he swallowed his saliva involuntarily. Could it be... The Death Corps? ! It wasn't just the Weylanders who were shocked. Ishel and the soldiers of the 30,000th Army who were watching from a distance were also stunned. What shocked them was not only the fighting power of the Alliance soldiers, but also their indomitable courage and morale. Life and death seemed to have been put aside by them. When the whistle sounded, everyone climbed out of the trench without hesitation and charged at the enemy. And it was not a brave and unplanned suicide attack. After aiming at the enemy's weak spot, they used the bayonets in their hands to stab out a steady and fierce blow.

Faced with the close-up attack, the Weilant airship could only worry even if they saw it.

Standing next to Isher, a centurion lowered his voice and muttered with difficulty.

"...They are still our friends."

If he could, he would rather face the Weilant than fight against this group of fearless guys.

After all, even the Weilant, who are known as a fighting race, may surrender.

And when these guys fight, it's simply a fight to the death, and no one can stand it.

Isher didn't say anything, but stared at the group of comrades who were trying their best to kill the enemy.

An officer was ignited with passion, and couldn't help looking at him and asked.

"Don't we really need to go up to help?"

Isher shook his head.

"They said it's not time for us to go up yet."

What they have to do now is to learn, and they will have the opportunity to go up in time.

And at this moment, there was a deafening sound of artillery from a distance.

The sound came from a very far place, and it came from the ground.

Hearing the sound of the artillery, the faces of the officers watching the battle changed in unison.

"It's the artillery of the Weilant people!!"