This Game Is Too Realistic

"Boom——!"

A deafening explosion suddenly came from a distance, alarming Grove and Brother Dog who were standing next to the field headquarters discussing the retreat plan.

Their expressions suddenly changed, and they hurried into the field headquarters and stood in front of the only radio station.

The correspondent sitting in front of the radio has just made contact with the troops on the front line.

Looking at General Grove and Staff Officer Xiong entering the headquarters, he immediately stood up and reported the report quickly without waiting for General Grove to ask questions.

"Report! The one who was attacked was the 5,000-man team under the 1,020,000-man team! The number of attackers is unknown, but it is expected to be 1 to 2 armored units!"

Brother Dog asked quickly.

"Where is the 5,000-man team?!"

The correspondent responded immediately.

"Miljans County!"

Hearing this familiar place name, Brother Dog's palms suddenly became sweaty.

"Oh my god...these guys have a problem!"

As soon as he came up, he pinched them by seven inches!

He is a ruthless character!

At the same time, General Grove walked to the map hanging in the command tent.

Looking at the markings on the map, his brows gradually turned into a ball of twine.

In the entire strategic deployment of his "Operation North Wind", the location of Miljans County was equivalent to the hub of logistics transfer.

Although this battle was based on destroying the opponent's logistical supply lines, each unit was broken into pieces and rushed forward. There was no stable supply line, but the captured baggage could not be buried on the spot. After all, it still needed to rely on roads and roads. Tools shipped away.

Miljans County is such a place.

The supplies captured by the 101st, 102nd, and 103rd teams of 10,000 people were first transported here in bulk, and then transported to the Shezhou front line by a small number of truck troops.

According to the original plan, the retreating 1,020,000-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand, and

However, the marching speed of the Southern Army exceeded their expectations, and they reached Miljans County in advance before the 1.02 millionth unit was completed!

If the area is lost, it will undoubtedly be a disaster for the 1.02 millionth team that has joined forces with the area.

They will be like water poured on a soldering iron, instantly evaporated into white smoke by the scorching heat.

A drop of cold sweat slid across his forehead.

General Grove took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

The more critical the situation, the more calm you have to be. Once you lose an inch, everything will be lost.

The opponent's counterattack was so fast, it was obvious that he was not an ordinary person.

On the other hand, although he has nine 10,000-man troops, most of their equipment is based on light weapons, and they seriously lack anti-armor and air defense means.

The legion took such a bold and risky action, obviously prepared a back-up plan.

If he steals the supplies from Miljans County and pushes all three of the 10,000-man troops onto the battlefield, he may not only vomit out the benefits he has eaten, but he may also bring the old man into the trenches...

Either stud or fold has a chance of winning...

But if you hesitate, you will definitely fail!

At this moment, this old guy who was usually quite "silly and sweet" showed a bit of wolf-like ferocity on his face, and he made a decision in just two seconds.

"Inform the 1.02 millionth team that the plan has changed... bypass Miljans County and evacuate to the border of Snake State, and evacuate from the enemy's strategic depth as quickly as possible!"

"You can take as much of the seized materials as you can! Those that cannot be taken away will be buried on the spot, or hidden in a nearby village, or destroyed directly!"

"Yes!" The correspondent gave a neat military salute and then sat down in front of the radio station.

After giving the order, General Grove felt that the blood all over his body seemed to be boiling. He took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his arms, held it in his mouth and lit it with a match, and took a deep breath before calming down.

He convinced himself that this was the last one of the month, and he could only take a few puffs now.

Based on the previous analysis in his mind, he was almost certain that the size of this wave of reinforcements from the Southern Army was at least 100,000 people!

And this is also the confidence that the other side dares to send light armored troops to go deep alone!

It seems that this time he really hurt the opponent, and maybe there is a chance that he will be drawn on the playing card with a reward.

There was no fear in Grove's heart. Instead, every cell in his body was trembling with excitement.

"Damn it... I'm finally going to get a big one!"

The corner of his mouth curled up in a cold arc, and he threw the half-smoked cigarette butt neatly on the ground and stamped it out.

These big noses better not let him down.

He was almost getting moldy on this cold bench at the border, always making small fuss for no apparent reason.

Zaid only asked him to use 30% of his energy to deal with the legion and spend more energy on training troops. However, the order was given to Gopal, and the "offensive business" indicator shrank by half.

Even if this "Operation North Wind" was approved, he had to thank the pressure from the alliance brother next to him behind the scenes.

He knew that his boss had political concerns and was worried that his military strength would be wasted by the Southern Army. This would benefit Shah Rukh, who would be jealous of his family, but he would not get any actual benefits. However, only talking about politics without talking about unity cannot save Borneo. .

Of course, he will not make things difficult for his boss, but will use his own method to "kill two birds with one stone" to break the deadlock.

Wasn't Zaid worried that Shah Rukh would take advantage of him?

That's easy to handle.

Since the superiors expected him to use "Operation North Wind" to prove their determination to attack the Southern Army, he would make a fake show and severely beat up the Southern Army's deployment in the southern part of Wolf State, completely destroying these wolf cubs. The beating hurts!

Now that the legion is serious about fighting, it will surely reach the Snake State border. Shah Rukh will no longer have any reason to turn a blind eye to the fire burning on his territory.

At that time, they will be the ones to take advantage of him!

Brother Dog, who was staring at the map, was also thinking about countermeasures, but he didn't expect that General Grove had already made a decision.

Although giving up Miljans County was indeed an option, he always felt that it was not the most perfect option.

Even if the 5000 were caught off guard, there would be no problem if they persisted for an hour or two.

If the other nine thousand-man teams scattered in the area could be united, it would not be a bad idea to rely on their numerical advantage to eat up this lightly armored force.

"...Are you going to give up on Miljans County? I always feel that there is still a chance."

Brother Gou tried to put forward his own idea, but he was mercilessly refuted as soon as he said it.

"Don't think about it, we have no chance. Moreover, I want to give up not only Miljans County, but to be precise, give up the entire logistics transfer plan."

Looking at the map, General Grove was like a cold machine and continued expressionlessly.

"We must withdraw the frontline troops as soon as possible, prepare defenses along the state border of Snake State, and do our best to cause casualties to our enemies! I have a strong hunch that the Southern Army will mobilize its forces soon. The troops launched an unprecedented offensive against us."

"Including the bombing of strategic facilities in Snake State, including a full-scale attack by armored forces... We will soon encounter an unprecedented situation and must start preparations early."

Hearing that decisive voice, Brother Dog couldn't help but hold his breath.

If this is really the case, then his thinking is indeed somewhat inappropriate.

But thinking about the young men who called him family, he couldn't help but speak.

"The 5,000-man regiment in Milyans County has been targeted by the light armor of the Southern Army. If we really leave them alone, they will have no chance to evacuate-"

Grove said without hesitation.

"Then don't withdraw! Fight defensive battles on the spot as long as you can to buy time for their comrades."

Brother Dog looked at Grove blankly, as if he were looking at a stranger he had met for the first time.

Is this guy still the same Grover who loves soldiers as much as his sons?

etc……

He suddenly remembered.

This guy always calls him brother and sister, and respects what he says. But when it comes to making decisions, he has never really heard a word from him as a consultant.

Including when formulating the entire Operation North Wind.

Although the whole plan was reported in his own name, and Grove also intended to take all the credit as his own "ingenious plan", but if you think about it carefully, the opinions this guy gave him were always lip service. He promised it all, but it was another story when he executed it.

But...

Maybe this guy is right.

After all, Grove is a general after all, and he is just a dog-headed strategist with bad intentions.

If you really follow your own arrangements, you might end up ruining yourself.

However, after seeing Grove's cold-blooded face that changed instantly, he suddenly had a new understanding of this "old guy" who was "coming and going".

In fact, this guy is not the green-faced man he imagined at all, but a wily fox.

Perhaps he does have a sincere heart deep in his heart, and his worship of Isher is not false, and he has a heartfelt desire to realize equality and fraternity in this land. But when it comes time to make a decision, he There will always be a clear choice between ideal and reality without hesitation.

Pretending and acting are like abilities engraved in his bones, becoming a part of his reality.

Brother Gou didn't know if he was being too pretentious, but this guy was actually a bit scary.

Looking at the stunned bear, Grove seemed to realize that what he said was too serious. He quickly put away his cold-blooded expression, held his shoulders with both hands, and began to do his ideological work with great earnestness.

"Don't be naive, my friend, this is a war. How can there be no death in a war? Besides, I am just an ordinary person, and I don't have the leadership of General Isher who can go in and out of the enemy's rear seven times. I can exchange a thousand people for it." For the survival of ten thousand people, any general would choose this way.”

"I know..." Brother Gou smiled bitterly, "Maybe I'm being hypocritical... They are just my family members. I can't help but treat them as my family. I can't wait to trade my life for theirs." Fate, I wish I was the one who died tonight.”

He will not interfere with the command here, nor does he have the authority. He just wants to express his immature views.

"Hey! You think so, why don't they think so?" Grove sighed heavily, his tone getting heavier, "We are all ready to die, not just you and me, but the 5,000th person The same goes for the boys on the team, we are all a family...we should have been ready to sacrifice for our families."

Those young men were obviously the first to arrive at their destination, and they should receive honors and medals.

But now, they are going to fight a decisive battle with no retreat and no reinforcements.

This will probably be a rough night for them...

General Grove took a deep breath, exhaled the turbid air in his chest, then turned around and walked out of the door of the command tent, wanting to enjoy the cool breeze outside.

He didn't feel comfortable making this decision.

Maybe the brothers in the alliance would think he was cold-blooded, but he hoped that he could really be a cold-blooded guy.

That might make it a lot easier.

With his back to the silent bear, Grove said in a hoarse voice.

It's like saying it to yourself, but also like saying it to him alone.

"Stop it when it's good... I don't want to use this sentence in such a situation, but it is also your proverb..."

"Am I right?"

Thinking that the casualties in Tiandu were much higher than here, Brother Gou nodded silently.

"Maybe you're right."

…

In Miljans County, the gloomy night gradually turned into a bright sky.

Although the sound of artillery stopped in the middle of the night, the sound of gunfire continued throughout the night.

Everyone underestimated the resistance of the 5000th Team, including the 5000th Team itself.

The captain of ten killed the centurion and then went up, and the centurion also defeated the captain of thousands and went up with the guards.

The entire thousand-man team fought until the end. All the senior officers were dead, but only Marjorie, the captain of ten, was left.

Surrounded by the dead, he touched a piece of broken glass and quietly stepped out of the bunker to take a look at the situation outside.

The tank parked in the middle of the road was still staring at this side. The Wilantes had no intention of leaving a tail for themselves and were searching house to house.

They seemed determined to kill them all, and would rather kill them by mistake than let them go.

Thinking of those fellow villagers who were implicated, Marjorie closed her eyes in pain.

At this time, the machine gunner next to him snorted and said with a grin.

"Sir...it's already dawn. When will our reinforcements arrive?"

"Soon." Marjorie replied casually, her eyes fixed on the other end of the street.

"Sir..."

"What, fart quickly."

"There will be no reinforcements... Don't lie to me, I actually knew it from the beginning."

"..."

"Sir... I can't go back. If you can go back, please bring a message to my son."

"You tell me, I'll remember it."

"Hey...then I've said it..."

Marjorie waited for a long time, but heard no sound next to her. When she turned around, she saw that the young man with a burnt face had taken his last breath.

That was his last soldier.

Now he is dead...

A surge of hot blood surged to his forehead. Unable to hold back any longer, he hugged the brother whose body was so cold that he yelled hysterically at him.

"Say it! I'll take it back to you! Damn it, you fucking say it!!!"

The sudden roar alerted all the Wilantes who were cleaning the battlefield.

Thanks to him, a mother and daughter who were about to be executed lived a little longer.

"I will fight with you!!!"

Marjorie grabbed the rifle, her whole body seemed to be filled with strength, and she roared and launched the final charge.

At this moment, he seemed to be truly awakened, or maybe he had truly awakened to something.

Unfortunately, even if he is awakened, he cannot physically withstand the fire of 10mm machine gun bullets.

“Da da da—!”

He heard the whooshing sound, and felt several waves of heat entering his body.

Surprisingly, there was no heartbreaking pain.

Just like being sleepy after eating a full meal, he felt his consciousness sink, and then he fell to the ground without saying a word.

At the same time, on the tank in the middle of the road, Carver pulled the trigger and swallowed excitedly and nervously, and drew a bar on the turret next to him with a marker pen.

"The 111th..."

This is the first battle in his life.

It went so smoothly that he couldn't believe it.

"It should be the last one." The conductor sitting behind him let out a tired sigh.

The gunner who was pushed to the driver's seat glanced behind him.

"How do you know?"

The captain didn't explain much and just said casually.

"Guess."

…

The fighting in Miljans County continued throughout the night.

Due to the enemy's stubborn resistance, they were delayed for too long on the last building.

It was a repair shop built by the logistics force.

The garage of the factory was used as a warehouse by this group of Borneo people, and a lot of stolen goods they had robbed were piled up.

In order to minimize damage to local infrastructure, their commanders prohibited them from bombarding the factory with cannons, and could only use tanks' coaxial machine gun support.

But there is actually no difference between a 㳎㳎㹏cannon and a 㳎㹏cannon.

These Bornas have a strong will to fight, but little else.

The casualties in the entire battle were less than a hundred, but more than 1,000 Borneo soldiers were annihilated.

Gipson has little appreciation for the numbers.

Different types of battles have different battle ratios, and he can feel that the troops here have never fought any large-scale battles, and they are different from the troops in the north.

By the way, compared with the civilian casualties in Miryans County, both figures are worth mentioning.

But it doesn’t matter.

Giving the locals a harsh lesson was an order personally deployed by General Gurion.

According to the report of the local garrison, the reason why the guerrillas were able to enter their hinterland so smoothly was largely due to the intelligence support of the locals.

The original words of General Gulion were that the local people here must remember this bloody lesson.

Seeing that the battle finally came to an end, the adjutant who had been worried all night finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"... Your Majesty, your Majesty, the fight is finally over."

Gibson moved a bench and sat next to the command vehicle, opened a bottle of beer, glanced at him, and said with a grin.

"You seem anxious."

The adjutant said with a wry smile.

"Aren't you worried? What if they send troops to support us?"

Gibson chuckled.

"They were able to plan such a genius as the 'North Wind Movement'. The commander must not be an ordinary person... According to the intelligence, it is Kim Grove, right? I hope I can meet this guy if I have a chance."

Adjutant: "Well, does this have anything to do with what I'm talking about?"

"It matters a lot. Since their commander is not an idle person, he will definitely consider why we sent an elite armored force to boldly move forward..."

Gibson took a sip of beer and continued talking in a nonchalant tone.

"His choice is obvious. Instead of betting on the 1% probability, it is better to 'take it as soon as it is good'."

But let’s be honest, the guys who fought him all night were heroes.

He thought that the local troops had little combat experience, and Shah Rukh was a softie who dared to declare that he did not dare to fight. This group of people would collide with his light armored troops and they would be defeated within an hour or two at most. However, he did not expect that they would Surprisingly, the fight was fought to the last man, and not a single coward surrendered.

Even the last softie has turned into a tough guy. This bone is getting harder and harder to crack...

Gibson opened another can of beer, but instead of drinking it this time, he spilled it on the ground.

"In your next life, give birth to a good child. Don't come here anymore."

Don’t be a Vaillante either.

He recited the second half of the sentence silently in his mind and threw the empty wine bottle aside with a smile.

At this time, a soldier trotted over, stood at attention and gave a military salute.

"Report! Our patrol force found a village nearby, which contained our lost military equipment. The local villagers explained that it was thrown away by the retreating troops."

"You guessed it right."

The adjutant looked at Gibson excitedly and finally wiped away the last sweat from his palms.

The other party did not come for reinforcements!

Even if their large army is indeed on the way, they will have to leave tomorrow when they get here.

If this bet is wrong, even if they successfully break out, they will probably be disgraced.

Gibson was not surprised at all, but gave the soldier who came to report a sidelong glance.

"You asked that villager where he got the supplies and what he was doing."

The soldier was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the officer meant.

Gibson grabbed the unfinished bottle of wine, took a big gulp, and curled his lips in boredom.

"Who do you think you are? Are you coming to the countryside to help the poor? Listen up, rookie, the reason why those rats hid the stolen property is that there can only be one reason for the rat hole you found. There are people living in that rat hole. Their relatives, they can get back the things stored there next time.”

"Now, I'll tell you what to do. First, forget all the nonsense you learned in the recruit camp and from the recruitment advertisements. Then find a tank and pay them off."

"Other rats should know what will happen if they cooperate with the guerrillas. Do you want to apologize? Remember to do it early next time."

Facing those stern eyes, the soldier's Adam's apple moved and he hurriedly gave a military salute.

"yes!"

At the same time, on the other side, Carver, standing next to the tank, told the logistics officer who was counting casualties his record of "111 kills" with excitement.

Hearing that this rookie had killed more than a hundred people, the logistics officer looked at the slightly older-looking commander with a strange expression.

The queen nodded and said with an indifferent expression.

"There's nothing surprising about this. We were in the lead. The enemy didn't have time to dig trenches. The first two rounds of cannons alone killed a lot of them."

"Come on, let's hope that the number of enemy annihilations we count is not so outrageous that we can assemble a team of ten thousand people."

In the end, the logistics officer didn't bother, filled in the numbers truthfully, and then went to the next tank.

It doesn't matter if the quote is a bit high, everyone does this kind of thing anyway.

The gunner looked at the logistics officer's leaving figure with envy, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Damn it...Carver, get back in the driver's seat. I'll be the one to fuck you next time."

Caffrey smiled.

"Whatever, but I suddenly discovered that I'm quite talented at having sex."

The gunner laughed and scolded you.

"You're talking nonsense, I'll show you some expertise next time!"

Carver smiled and did not argue with the grandson.

He was in a good mood.

After coming here, I finally found some feeling.

㱗Yongyekang is not a hero for bullying civilians, not to mention that he is facing his own compatriots.

After all, the battlefield is his destination.

At this moment, a soldier from a distance ran over and gave a military salute to his commander.

Putting down the kettle in his hand, the commander raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Are you on a mission?"

The soldier nodded hastily.

"A large amount of our lost supplies were found in a village six kilometers north."

The commander nodded seriously.

"I understand."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and patted the car casing, calling out to the young men who were eating biscuits.

"Get in the car!"