This Game Is Too Realistic

"Hahaha! What a beating! It's so damn satisfying, hahaha!"

At the frontline headquarters in Tiandu City, the airtight room was filled with the hearty laughter of General Duwata.

He was not the only one like this. Although the other officers standing around did not laugh out loud like him, they all had expressions of relief on their faces.

This textbook counterattack can be said to be very proud!

They defended Tiandu despite the offensive of the Southern Army, and in one fell swoop penetrated the entire front line deployed by the latter on the eastern front, wiping out more than 40,000 enemies!

Although there is still a certain distance from the victory of the entire war, everyone has already seen the light before dawn.

Not only the officers of Borneo looked happy, but also a group of officers from the alliance in Vanus also breathed a sigh of relief.

The command structure of the Borneo Army was basically built by the staff appointed by the Alliance Army Command, including the strategic deployment of this counterattack. There is no doubt that they were also the ministers of this war, although they were mainly behind the scenes. Work.

However, they are their compatriots after all, and the feelings in their hearts are somewhat complicated.

They do not doubt the kindness of what they are doing, but it would be too much for them to laugh out loud at the suffering of their compatriots.

Understanding that these survivors need to vent their joy after the disaster, Vanus looked at Duwata and said.

"This battle is basically over. Let's go back to rest first."

It was only then that Duwata realized that there were still several Weirant people in the command room, so he quickly stopped smiling and was polite.

"Everyone, please go back and rest first! You have provided us with enough help, and we will leave the rest to you!"

He is quite polite to officers from the alliance. It's just that he was a little carried away just now, and he forgot that there were several big noses next to him.

Vanus nodded and didn't say much. After a few words of greeting, he left with the officers who came here as volunteers.

As the group of people left, the headquarters was once again filled with a happy atmosphere.

Not long after Vanus left, a freshly printed "Survivor Daily" was delivered.

It was the "Survivor Daily" in Tianducheng, and on the front cover of the newspaper stood a man covered in blood.

His right hand was holding a rifle with a bayonet inserted, and his left hand was holding a dejected head.

This man is none other than the commander of the 700,000th regiment of Borneo, Captain Pikliwan!

That bright smile and droopy nose formed a sharp contrast.

Looking at the headlines in the Indian newspaper, this sturdy man laughed heartily again.

"Hahahahaha! This Pikli is really good! Previously, I always heard him read about those children whose parents were short-sighted, and I thought he was a coward. It seems that I misunderstood him!"

Pikli was not the only one who had the guts, the entire 700,000th team stole the show.

Ten thousand-man troops were reduced to pieces on the battlefield. They cooperated tacitly and relied on two legs to completely annihilate the legion's two thousand-man troops! More than 3,000 prisoners were captured!

This is not only the work of Pikli alone, but also the work of their entire army.

The staff officer standing aside said with a smile.

"Then you have indeed misunderstood him. A wolf with cubs is much more ruthless than a wolf without cubs."

"Hey...that makes sense." Duwata's eyes lit up and he touched his chin to think about it.

After this battle is over, he will have to solve the problem of objects for the old bachelors in the army.

On the one hand, it can be a favor, but on the other hand, there is nothing he can do with it.

How about getting some female soldiers who can dance?

While he was thinking about it, a messenger made a report and trotted in from the door.

"Report to the general! News came from the general headquarters that the Tiangong will fall within fourteen hours. Commander Absek hopes that you will dispatch a logistics force to support the transfer of residents near the Tiangong!"

Hearing these words, everyone in the frontline headquarters was stunned, especially Duwata.

"The Heavenly Palace... fell?" Duwata looked at the messenger at the door dumbfounded, looking confused and said at a loss, "What happened? What happened?"

Chuan Bing looked embarrassed.

"Report to the general! Commander Absek did not say anything clearly..."

There was silence in the frontline headquarters for a long time.

The adjutant standing next to Duwata opened his mouth and broke the silence with a dumb look on his face.

"This Tiangongdu has been floating for two centuries, how could it fall?"

The officer standing opposite the command table also nodded and spoke doubtfully.

"Could it be a mistake..."

"Absek has no reason to joke about this, and besides, it doesn't mean anything to him." The staff officer frowned and thought for a moment, his eyes flickered slightly, and he continued in a very soft voice, "But this Heavenly Palace If it really collapses... maybe I can use it as an excuse."

That’s all.

Having said this, he stopped talking and stopped talking.

After all, his identity is just a consultant, and all he can do is give advice.

There is only one person here who really makes up his mind.

Duwata narrowed his eyes, with an unpredictable expression on his face.

But he didn't say anything in the end, he just raised his generous palm and waved it.

"Wabu, you personally lead the logistics team to cross the border. No matter what, save people first."

The adjutant standing next to him looked solemn, stood at attention and gave a military salute.

"yes!"

…

Following General Duwata's order, trucks, bullock carts, and chaotic vehicles quickly arrived at the edge of the Tiangong.

The soldiers following the truck jumped out of the truck one after another and knocked on the door from door to door.

"Open the door quickly!"

Hearing the knock on the door, the old man, who had not slept all night, just lay down and hurriedly got up from the bed. He hurriedly opened the door and pulled open the bolt used to fix the wooden door.

Looking at the soldier who appeared at the door, he had a confused expression on his face. He didn't know what happened to you, and asked you with a trembling voice.

"Are the Vaillants fighting back again?"

The soldier spoke quickly.

"The Heavenly Palace is about to collapse. Hurry back and pack your belongings. Once you're done packing, come with us!"

"What?!" The old man's face changed instantly when he heard this, his eyes widened, and his voice started to stutter, "Heaven, is the sky falling?!"

"It's Heavenly Palace!"

The soldier didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he replied perfunctorily, and then hurriedly knocked on the next door.

The old man stood at the door dumbfounded, his head buzzing, and he was stunned for a long time without moving.

It's not that the sky is falling, it's that the heaven is about to collapse...

It took him a long time to come back to his senses, but then his dumbfounded expression changed again.

Isn’t this still the same!

There are many people who have the same reaction as the old man.

When I heard that the Heavenly Palace was about to collapse, his face suddenly became miserable, as if the sky was about to collapse. He was even more desperate than when the Heavenly King first entered the city.

Carrying large and small bags, we got into the car. Several old men sat there and sighed together.

"Why is this Tuotuo's heavenly palace about to collapse..."

"No matter how hard the King of Heaven came, he didn't bring down this palace... On the contrary, this Absak, the emperor only took down such a big palace in just a few days."

"What a loser!"

"Actually, I don't blame him. It's his destiny that cannot hold the throne. This is a warning from God. Hey... I hope he will take care of himself."

In addition to the superstitious old people, there are also young people sighing, yawning and complaining to each other.

"I don't live in a heavenly palace... What does this have to do with me?"

"that is……"

The soldier driving the car ignored them. After all, he was a soldier under Duwata. These thugs were complaining about Absek, not his leader.

But to be honest, they also felt strange in their hearts. If the Heavenly Palace was going to collapse, they would have to move the things in the Heavenly Palace. What did they care about the people living outside the Heavenly Palace?

In fact, it’s no wonder these soldiers thought so.

Although this heavenly palace floated right next to them, not many people had actually seen it. Most people only knew that there was such a thing, but had no specific idea of ​​what it was.

The "construction area" of the entire Tiangong is 100,000 square meters, and the items piled on top are countless tens of thousands of tons.

Such a large building was smashed down from a height of more than ten meters. The power was no joke. It might cause a small earthquake in the center of Tiandu.

Of course, it's not just the survivors living near Tiangong who need to be moved.

There are also some cultural relics and treasures placed in the Tiangong Palace, as well as Commissioner Cabaha and other family members who are under house arrest in the depths of the Tiangong Palace.

Fortunately, it was already dawn, and most people were awake now even after staying up all night. The entire relocation process went smoothly without causing much commotion.

After dealing with the situation at hand, Absek rushed to the scene in person and bumped into the researcher Yang Kai getting off the research ship.

He quickened his pace and walked up the stairs. He didn't even say hello, but asked you anxiously.

"What the hell happened?! Didn't you say you could still hold on for ten or ten years? Why did it change to fourteen hours?!"

Facing Abu Saek's question, Yang Kai's expression suddenly became awkward.

He did say this, but no one expected that the plan would not keep up with the changes.

"This...is indeed true in theory. According to our detection of the content of helium 3 in the energy storage tank, there is really no problem with the remaining energy to keep the anti-gravity device running for ten to ten years."

"Then why-"

"And we later discovered that the booster tube of the energy storage tank was broken, causing the density of helium-III to be lower than the uptake threshold of the reactor fuel pump."

Absek listened in confusion, with a confused expression on his face. After thinking about it for a long time, he finally figured out that there was a problem with the fuel, so he continued to ask Yu anxiously.

"Then...can't you put more fuel in it?"

"It can't be done," Yang Kai shook his head, "You have done too much work on this starship. It is a miracle that it can still operate to this day. Repairing it is no less difficult than rebuilding it. One comes out."

Hearing these words, Absek almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

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

Yang Kai looked at him speechlessly.

"If I could predict the future, I would definitely tell you in advance. Besides, instead of asking me, you should ask the previous chiefs why there are so many useless decorations piled on a cargo starship."

Absek's face turned the color of pig liver, but he couldn't say anything to refute.

Looking at Absek who was speechless, Yang Kai felt a little regretful. He sighed and reached out to pat his shoulder.

"...Don't be too sad. It's just an anti-gravity device. At worst, we can build another one later when conditions permit."

Absek sighed, reluctantly forgetting about the palace.

"...The problem is not the anti-gravity device, but this thing, the Heavenly Palace."

Yang Kai snorted noncommittally.

"so what?"

Looking at the disapproving researcher, Absek shook his head.

"...You won't understand."

Yang Kai shrugged his shoulders.

He really didn't know.

Although I'm not interested in knowing...

…

In fact, Yang Kai's estimated time is still a bit too optimistic.

The suspended palace did not last for fourteen hours, and collapsed when dusk came.

The first thing to collapse was the ten-meter-high marble steps. In front of the terrifying tonnage, the steps collapsed and shattered like tofu cubes.

The entire Tiangong was like a huge rubber stamp that hit the center of Tiandu City hard. While flying up dust and gravel, the entire square was pressed down as high as a person's height. .

The houses around the palace also collapsed due to the earthquake. The roaring air swept the torn bricks and tiles two streets away, and most of the city was left in disgrace.

The billowing smoke and dust swept outside, hit the city wall, and then rose into the sky, forming a smoke column connecting the sky and the earth.

The scene was truly spectacular.

Some players even ran back from the front line just to catch a glimpse of the palace when it crashed.

Compared with the shock of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking, the movement when the inner city of Boulder City collapsed was simply not worth mentioning.

"Oh my god...this scene feels more exciting than last night."

Looking at the smoke column connecting the sky and the earth, Irena, who was sitting on the Chimera armored vehicle, couldn't help but sigh.

Elf King Fugui couldn't help but nodded.

"...This expansion pack is enough."

This CG alone feels like it’s worth the price of admission.

Of course.

They didn't even buy a ticket when they got on the bus.

While they were watching, several propeller planes from the Goblin Corps emerged from the smoke and circled towards the airport in the northern suburbs.

Irena knew without looking up that the person sitting on top must be Brother Mosquito.

Sitting on the armored vehicle, he could even hear the evil smile of someone who was watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

But watching the fun is just watching the fun.

I hope that guy doesn't do anything that hurts the feelings of the locals...

…

For the entire day, the residents of Tiandu were as excited as riding a roller coaster.

They spent a sleepless night in uneasiness, and finally looked forward to the dawn of victory. The knot was about to end, but fate played another joke on them, and severely destroyed the temple in their minds. It fell to the ground.

Although the significance of the floating palace is not as great as that of the City of Thousand Pillars, it is still one of the spiritual totems in the hearts of the survivors of Borneo.

There is such a consensus in the hearts of the vast majority of survivors in Borneo Province.

Whoever sits on the chair in that palace will be the emperor of Borneo!

If it is falsely said that the thousand pillars of the City of Thousand Pillars house the souls of the survivors of Borneo Province, then the palace suspended above ten thousand people is the entity where their spirits condense.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is even used to demonstrate the legitimacy of a regime.

If this had happened at any other time, Absek might not have taken it to heart. After all, his position as commander-in-chief did not rely on legitimacy, but on the gun in his hand.

As a result, this bad omen happened at the moment when the battle to defend Tiandu was won.

This undoubtedly cast a shadow over that hard-won victory...

However, not everyone is lamenting.

Some people wiped away tears while looking at the ruins, while others clapped their hands and cheered at the crumbling decay.

For example, Commissioner Kabah just came out of the Heavenly Palace.

Ignoring the obstruction of the internal affairs staff, he stubbornly stayed on the edge of the separation line, watched until the end with his eyes wide open, and then applauded happily.

"Hahaha! It collapsed well, it collapsed well! The mountain above the Cavalry's head has finally fallen!"

The survivors of Tiandu spent two centuries building this palace, but the purpose of this palace's existence was simply to demonstrate the majesty of the royal family.

The ten-meter-high marble steps reaching the sky are like a red line that must not be crossed.

㱗Everything below is dust, from here on up is the imperial power.

This castle in the air should never have existed in the first place.

Those who wiped tears for it never really owned it for a second, so how could they lose it? Instead, they shattered the last shackles because of its collapse, which should have been a very satisfying thing.

Only when this unquestionable authority falls can a golden age of hundreds of flowers blooming truly come!

Maybe he was too idealistic, and he always felt that there was no need for Absaek to be so pessimistic.

Their legitimacy does not have to be sought from the old authority at all, but from the heartfelt support of the survivors of Borneo.

Unless that guy still wants to be the emperor of Borneo.

But Kabaha is not worried about such a thing happening.

Because if that guy really has this idea, he will be disappointed in the end.

The survivors of Borneo have risen!

No one can make them kneel down again.

Looking at the red-faced Commissioner Cabaha, the internal affairs staff on the side looked at each other.

While others were wiping away their tears, this old man applauded, which was a bit too eye-catching.

This is like playing the trumpet at a funeral.

No matter how correct things are, placed in inappropriate situations, they will appear redundant.

Faced with the hint in the officer's eyes, an internal affairs staff member finally stepped forward and whispered in the old man's ear.

"Mr. Kabah, please follow us to a safe place... This war is not over yet, and there is no telling when the Vaillant plane will fly over."

Worried that the old guy would not give him face, he added another sentence after him.

"The teachers and students in Tiandu still need you."

Kabah really didn't intend to look down on Abu Saik's "bastard" at first, but his last words really poked the soft spot in his heart, and he followed them without saying a word.

Not only teachers and students in Tiandu need him, but also other states in Borneo.

His vision for the future is not just a Tiandu University, but a whole bottom-up education system.

In the future, children in Borneo will not only have bright classrooms and spacious desks, they will also have a brand-new world where they can write freely.

Whether their pursuit is to climb academic heights or realize self-worth, or just for real power or money, they can make choices based on their own personalities, rather than like mice who are cornered.

Just like the children of Dawn City.

This is not only his long-cherished wish, but also the long-cherished wish of Mr. Rat.

He may not have much time left, so he will use all the remaining time to do this...

…

Just when Tiandu City was in uproar due to the collapse of the Heavenly Palace, the defeated 300,000-thousand-thousand-thousand-member unit of the Southern Army finally escaped from the allied forces' pursuit and interception after fourteen hours of continuous long-distance attacks and withdrew to The western part of Akal County.

More than a month ago, they severely defeated the Alliance's Death Corps and three 10,000-strong troops from Borneo here.

At that time, the overwhelming shells almost flattened the entire mountain, and the enemy's plasma dyed the surging river red.

However, things are different now. Only about 3,000 of the brothers who had marched to the east with murderous intent had withdrawn.

The disorganized troops were still fleeing in confusion, and most of those who had withdrawn were in danger.

Sitting in the command car, Ryan's face was gloomy and his eyes were numbly looking out the window, as if he was waiting for something.

At this moment, the adjutant opened the car door from the outside and hurriedly got in.

His boots were stained with mud, as were his pants and clothes, but he couldn't care less about that at this point.

Out of breath, he only had time to swallow before speaking hurriedly.

"There is news about the 307th Thousand Soldiers. They are repairing a forest... Damn, these guys are like a group of frightened birds. They almost shot us."

Looking at Ryan who was silent, he took a deep breath and then spoke in a pleading tone.

"...General, the soldiers are all exhausted. If this continues, the rest of us will fall behind. Let's rest for a while and then fight again."

Ryan pondered for half a minute and only replied with a simple "hmm".

However, after hearing that "hmm", his adjutant breathed a sigh of relief, left a word of thanks, and hurriedly exited the command vehicle.

Two teams of 10,000 servants with 30,000 soldiers of the Glorious Army are coming here, as well as reinforcements flying from Yongye Port Air Force Base.

Now that they have evacuated to a safe place, they no longer need to be as anxious as before.

What I'm most afraid of now is that before the enemy attacks, my side will be in disarray.

As the car door closed, silence returned to the command car.

All the officers held their breath carefully, even breathing with extreme caution.

"I'm going out to have a cigarette."

Unable to stand the atmosphere in the command car, Ryan stood up from his seat, opened the door and got out.

Seeing the general get out of the car, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed their tense hearts.

After getting out of the car, Ryan lit a cigarette for himself, and then relaxed and relaxed.

Although he didn't sleep all night last night, he was not sleepy at all and couldn't sleep at all.

As soon as he closes his eyes, the boiling flames will appear in his mind, followed by strange but familiar faces.

He did not want to blame the failure of that battle on his own mistakes, because he did not lose to a visible opponent, but to a lack of intelligence - or to a card he had never seen before. .

If he knew that those slugs in the swamp could make the airship fall directly, he would never use a suppressive offensive tactic and let the torrent of steel from the sky and the ground attack together.

But these are all things for later.

Even if this is not a mistake, his fiasco is something that cannot be changed.

Looking at the soldiers leaning against the tree with their heads hanging down, an inexplicable fire suddenly burst out in his heart.

The expressions on these people's faces were as if he said he had lost.

That was something he was never willing to admit, and it was impossible to admit it anyway.

He must not lose.

It’s even more impossible to lose!

He must win!

After taking a deep breath and finishing the last stanza, he threw the cigarette butt to the ground, stamped it out, and shouted at the group of dejected soldiers and officers.

"Pick your heads up!"

Hearing the hysterical roar, the buried heads lifted up one after another.

The faces were full of fatigue and the pessimism that Ryan hated most.

This is not what the Weirant people should be like!

They should move forward bravely without frowning even if there is hell ahead!

"...Look at how you look now, like a bunch of defeated chickens. I'm really ashamed of you!"

"Think about your mother, and your relatives and friends. When you parted, did they just promise sighs and failure? Absolutely not!"

He clenched his fists and looked at the soldiers standing up, with veins popping out on his forehead.

"Don't forget why you came here! Remember it! Your glory, your medal, and your dignity!"

"Your children will live in a land full of sunshine! They will erect statues in your honor to thank you for your bravery! Are you going to stand in front of them like this? Give me your heads. Lift up! Tell me! There are no cowards in Wilant!"

The deafening roar echoed at the edge of the forest, and even those who closed their eyes and didn't want to listen had to stand up.

Looking at the excited commander, a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old buried his head and couldn't help muttering.

"But we..."

"We didn't lose!"

Before the man could finish speaking, Ryan grabbed him by the collar and stared into his eyes with his sharp gaze.

That sharp sight was like a sharp knife, piercing the iris and piercing the soul.

Ryan just looked at him like this, until his pupils were filled with fear, and then his rapid breathing became determined. Then he loosened his collar with satisfaction and threw the young man aside.

Looking around at the brothers who were cheering up, Ryan raised his clenched fist to his chin, as if he was holding a rope around his throat.

"We didn't lose!"

"The final victory will definitely belong to us!"

A battle can't explain anything. A crippled establishment can still be replenished, and even if it is wiped out, it can still be rebuilt.

The surviving captains of ten will become centurions, and a steady stream of soldiers will reinforce them from the rear and the front.

The Vaillant people have enough soldiers in their homeland and colonies. Even leaving aside the natives and clones, they still have millions or even tens of millions of warriors!

Just 40,000 brothers...

Sooner or later he will get back this blood debt!