This Game Is Too Realistic

"Recently, affected by weather problems, the alliance managers have made adjustments to the itinerary for visits to the southern region of the alliance..."

In the restaurant in the port area of ​​Settlement No. 1, the news of the day was playing on the radio.

The time now is four o'clock in the afternoon. Although the restaurant is open, it is obviously still far from the busy time.

Sitting in front of the display window, Arman glanced outside the restaurant from time to time, as if waiting for someone.

At this time, the sound of wind chimes came from the door, and he raised his head and looked forward, just as Tuo and Greg met their eyes.

"I knew you would contact me."

"Why do you say that?" Arman raised his eyebrows slightly.

Greg raised his eyebrows at him and continued in a humorous tone.

"Is this still a question? Loyalty to the Marshal is the factory setting of every Valantian. We will sacrifice our lives for honor and loyalty, even if our feet are far away from the City of Triumph. If the Alliance thinks that some small favors are enough to bribe us , then they are very wrong.”

Pulling out a chair and sitting across from Arman, Greg looked at the approaching waiter with a bright smile, "Just a cup of black coffee."

"Mr. Tuo."

The Yue Clan girl smiled, and her graceful figure quickly floated behind the bar.

Arman took a deep breath and looked around slightly uneasily.

"Do we need to find a quieter place?"

"No, the view here is wide. Once you get used to it, you will know that it is more difficult to discuss some matters in public than behind closed doors. After all, no matter how careful you are, you can't stop the walls from having ears..."

Looking at the waiter girl walking over with coffee, Greg nodded politely and smiled at her. When the latter walked back to the bar, he looked at Armen and continued.

"The sound on the radio was enough to cover up our conversation."

"Come on, I'm just saying it to be on the safe side. Since you have no objection, let's get down to business..." Arman spoke quickly, took a sip of the lemonade on the table, and tried to hide it. The tension in my heart.

"As you wish." Greg took out a piece of paper from his arms and placed it gently on the table.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually confessed to this point. Arman was stunned and followed his gaze to the paper, the expression on his face became more and more surprised.

"This is..."

"Tsunami plan," Greg said slowly, "The Alliance is sending aid supplies to Borneo through the two ports of Crossing the Strait and Silver Moon Bay. As long as we can capture the Crossing Strait, we can interrupt their attack." A leg."

Arman looked at him in surprise.

"But doesn't this mean -"

Greg smiled.

"Is it right to declare war on the alliance? I know what you are worried about, but this is part of our strategic deployment. It is necessary to open a third battlefield in the alliance's homeland, and only in this way can we pull our allies onto the chariot."

Looking at this crazy guy, Arman's Adam's apple moved and he said in a hoarse voice.

"...Are you working for the Army Intelligence Bureau of the Southern Army? That... legendary bureau?"

"Yes, are you surprised? In fact, it's not just the Bureau, but also the General Staff."

Greg hooked his index finger on the kettle next to him and poured the water gently onto the paper.

I saw that in the areas that had been soaked by water, the characters "㫧" gradually dispersed like the fog caused by melting ice and snow.

However, Arman had already taken photos of the contents on the paper, so he didn't pay too much attention to his destruction of evidence.

After showing his sincerity, Greg continued speaking slowly.

"Actually, we also got inspiration from the residents of Evernight Port. Since the Alliance is willing to accept the Weilant people without reservation, why don't we take this opportunity to let real soldiers attack their interior, and then... bang? sound.”

While speaking, Greg opened his fisted right hand outwards, as if it were an exploding firework.

He had a huge smile on his face and spoke without mercy.

"...Like fireworks, they will be blown to pieces by us."

Listening to this crazy plan, Arman felt like there was a demon sitting in front of him.

If this plan really works...

The Vaillant people will probably become world-famous stinky shit.

But this probably fulfilled the wishes of the Southern Army.

Sometimes the truth is counter-intuitive. Although each legion binds the Weirant people with honor, this organization composed of Weirant people does not actually value reputation as much as the "Vilant people who value reputation" .

In fact, they hope that the Weiland people will turn into stinky shit.

After all, the worse the reputation of the Wilant people, and the less shameless others mention their names, the more inseparable the Wilant people are from the Legion.

Just like a dung beetle cannot live without its dung ball.

Arman swallowed.

"...This is really a genius idea."

Greg smiled lightly.

"Excellent."

Armen: "But what about your own business? Will your business not be affected?"

It was not surprising that Arman would ask this question. Greg laughed, and then said softly.

"That kind of thing is just a cover. Besides... you don't have to worry about business being affected. We will never treat people who do things for us badly. When our plan is successful, I can guarantee the trade of the French Fries Port. Three cents of the share will be yours, and you will also be given the title of Captain of Ten Thousands... From then on, you will no longer live a wandering life. "

Pretense...

Come to think of it, the so-called mutual aid association is also a cover.

Arman took a sip of lemonade to calm himself down and pretended to be excited.

"How many of you are there?"

"Two troops of ten thousand people." Greg gestured with two fingers. "Most of the alliance's capable troops are deployed in Borneo. More than 20,000 people are enough for us to cross the strait."

"Twenty thousand people?!"

The corners of Arman's mouth twitched and he couldn't help but continue.

"Are you kidding me? I only have ten ships, and 5,000 people is already the limit of my capacity."

Greg reassured him with a smile.

"Don't worry, in order to implement this plan, we specially purchased a container ship through our own informants... We will pack the soldiers in the containers, along with their weapons, and I need your team to provide cover for them. , and then dock at the French Fries Port. When the local customs opens the box, our soldiers will jump out of the box to scare them. "

After a pause, he continued.

"The warehouse at Chipout Port contains military aid sent to Borneo, and these equipment are available to us. After occupying Chipout Port, we will immediately block the crossing of the strait and attack in the west. Under the cover of the legion, we will move our shallow-water heavy gunboats in, establish frontline positions in the Viet Province, and advance along the coastline towards the Dead Sea coast... By then, the entire alliance will fall apart under our attack. "

Arman pinched his eyebrows and said with a headache.

"I always feel that your plan is full of problems... Also, why are you so sure that just landing in the alliance can turn the tide of the war? You should have seen their cohesion."

"I know, of course I know, I have been observing them since I came to the league...including their weaknesses," Greg said with a smile, "such as their managers."

Looking at Greg with a mysterious smile, Arman raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I remember him being young."

"Then let something happen to him."

Greg added some sugar to the coffee, stirred it gently, and continued slowly.

"Under his leadership, they have indeed united many people, but there are also many people who hate them, just like shadows in the sun... Those guys are dormant in places where the light of order cannot shine, waiting for opportunities to move. They are always ready to give their enemies a fatal blow. If they only rely on themselves, they may not be able to wait until the next life, but it will be different with our help. "

Arman looked at him in astonishment, and gradually understood his plan.

"...You want to copy the bone-chewing Yaran?"

"What's wrong with chewing bones?" Greg curled his lips and said disdainfully, "The reason why the Eastern Army can't make a big move is that it swings from side to side when it's time to stand firm, but we won't make such a mistake. We deploy it ourselves, Take over the command and give them all necessary weapons and equipment... The entire plan is foolproof, and they will pay a heavy price for their arrogance. "

Looking at Arman who still wanted to ask something, Greg coughed and interrupted what he was about to say.

"That's enough, are we digressing? Another person is responsible for the beheading operation. Let's go back to our 'tsunami' first. Your job is very simple. You only need to help our people get ashore, and the rest is up to you. Just give it to the professionals.”

When he said this, Greg stared at Armen intently, waiting for his answer.

Arman knew very well that if he dared to say no after knowing so much, he might not even be able to see the moon tonight.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, but his face was calm. He thought seriously for a long time, and then nodded slowly.

"Leave it to me."

Hearing this unexpected answer, a bright smile appeared on Greg's face again.

"Congratulations, you chose the right path."

After leaving these words, he stood up, patted Arman's shoulder gently, then picked up the wet paper and stuffed it into his pocket, and then went to the bar of the restaurant.

He added a whole plate of sugar cubes to that cup of coffee, which was probably too sweet for him, but he didn't take a sip.

Seeing Greg leaving after paying, Arman gave a wry smile, picked up the lemonade on the table and took a sip.

Looking at the waitress who came to clear away the dishes, he took off the button on his collar and placed it gently on the table.

"You all heard it, right...Do you need me to do anything else?"

The Yue Clan girl smiled at him and packed the things on the table.

Even hair falling on tables and chairs.

"No sir, leave the tableware to us. You can continue with today's arrangements. Thank you for your support of our business, and I wish you a happy life."

Arman made a helpless expression.

If possible, he really didn't want to get involved in this kind of affair, and that was indeed his intention from the beginning.

The Guards Corps did not force him to cooperate with them in handling the case. If he was not willing, he only had to promise to protect his property and stop contacting people related to the mutual aid association.

However, after thinking of the tragedy in Xifan Port, he immediately gave up the idea of ​​staying out.

No one can truly stay out of it.

When love finds him, he has one foot in the game. Pretending that everything has nothing to do with him will not make himself and his family safer.

He couldn't wait until everything happened, and then follow the example of the Borneo people and explain to the other survivors who had united together——

"Not all Borneos are like that."

That pale excuse can't even be said to be a consolation...

…

The "tsunami" aimed at French Fries Port is about to arrive, and container ships filled with soldiers are setting off from Yongye Port.

Under Greg's operation, a batch of weapons has been loaded on a cargo ship in Settlement No. 1 and sent to Chip Port in the name of aiding the military forces of various countries in Borneo Province.

At the same time, Armen's fleet also set off and headed straight to the West Sail Port.

They will rendezvous at West Sail Harbor and then head straight across the Borneo Sea to the Baiyue Strait.

Everything went according to plan.

At this moment, the alliance's attention has been completely focused on the Borneo Province... At least in the eyes of the Southern Army's senior officials, their entire plan was perfectly executed.

As long as their troops can control Friesport, the entire Borneo Sea can become the back garden of the Southern Army!

On the other side, the operation code-named "Guillotine" is also proceeding quietly.

At the same time that Greg went to Settlement No. 1 to develop and offline, Captain Wyatt, another strongman of the Southern Army, also arrived at the junction of Haiya Ting Province and Prancing Horse Ting Province - an area located in the cluster. On the ruins in the mountains.

This is the former site of Yanshan City, about a hundred miles away from the coastline. It is almost the same distance from here to the Alliance's Settlement No. 10.

Two centuries ago, this was a prosperous coastal city, but now only a few rusty steel skeletons and a pile of cement boxes riddled with holes remain.

The entire Yanshan City is not large, similar to Xizhou City, which is located near the lake. The city is also positioned for leisure and vacation, and there are not as many high-rise buildings as Qingquan City.

During the previous Torch War, the 101st Mountain Division of the Enterprise was stationed in this area, but they withdrew not long after the war ended.

With the withdrawal of order, this place quickly became a paradise for mutants and predators.

"It's right in front... There is no way up, so we can only park the car here and walk forward."

Looking at the broken viaduct not far away, the driver who turned off the engine looked respectfully at Chief Wyatt who was sitting in the back seat and said.

"Well, that's it."

After comparing the nearby terrain with the contour lines on the map, Wyatt nodded, said something concisely, and then pushed the door open and got out of the car with two other followers wearing exoskeletons.

As the two people parked, the two vans following the off-road vehicle also stopped one after another, and two soldiers wearing exoskeletons and two "big guys" armed with black metal teeth got out. ".

In the legion, all the Wilantes whose physiques are beyond ordinary people are those who failed to awaken.

The unstable fragments buried in their DNA give them strength and toughness beyond ordinary people, allowing them to fight desperately like mutants regardless of pain and wounds.

The Eastern Legion usually places them directly in the elimination team to serve as the offensive force in large-scale operations. However, in the Southern Army, the elimination team is mainly positioned as a special forces unit. Such big men are usually equipped with expensive implants and then dispatched to other places outside the front line as needed.

Especially areas behind enemy lines.

They are powerful and never surrender. They are like humanoid nuclear bombs. They can often explode with a combat power comparable to that of an entire ten-man team with just one person.

Unlike Greg, who was affiliated with the Army Intelligence Agency, Wyatt and his subordinates were affiliated with the General Staff of the Southern Army, with the rank of commander.

Due to his military experience, he is not only good at intelligence work, but also has experience in combat command.

He was involved in the Sifan Harbor massacre planned by the General Staff.

In the subsequent Yanush uprising, he participated in the formulation of the combat plan obtained by the old Gray Wolf Army members who supported Absek.

It is no exaggeration to say that Janusz was able to conquer Tiandu within two weeks, and at least one-third of the labor was this guy he had never met before.

Even if Janusz himself didn't know it, he was kept in the dark until he was shot on the throne.

For example, in order to open up a first front in the alliance, the General Staff of the Southern Army sent Wyatt to Haitang Province to plot an assassination against the alliance's management.

The risks of the entire plan are foreseeable. Once they are managed, they will definitely suffer crazy revenge from the entire alliance, and the probability of escape is extremely slim.

However, for the sake of the legion, for the success of the "Tsunami" plan, and for His Majesty the Marshal and the final victory, he did not sacrifice himself personally.

Just when a group of people entered Yanshan City, a pair of greedy and coveting eyes hiding in the shadows had already noticed this group of uninvited guests.

Most of them wandered around following the footsteps of the migrating survivors (plundering in this area).

The Alliance used radio to deceive them of the fat sheep they were talking about, and then hunted them in the wilderness, so they hid in the ruins of cities far away from settlements.

The Alliance's influence could not expand here for the time being, so they built their nest in the shadow of the Alliance's heel.

All passing surviving ships or caravans were their targets for robbery. Sometimes they would also use a pieced-together engine to build a small boat and go out to sea to rob merchant ships.

They usually sell the looted items to black market merchants and use the earned silver coins to exchange for supplies.

The Alliance has never stopped pursuing and suppressing them, but just like a person cannot step on his own shadow with the sole of his shoe, the plundering forces that have existed since the War and Construction Committee era have never been exterminated by any surviving force.

As long as there is no place without order, they will grow like weeds.

However, it is worth mentioning that the Alliance's intensity in cracking down on plunderers is indeed rare in this land.

It is precisely because of the alliance's constant suppression that the plunderers, whose living space has been continuously compressed, all hate those nosy blue gophers.

When Wyatt stepped into the territory of Rock Mountain City, the local plunderers looked at the equipment on his body and immediately misunderstood them as the residents of the Alliance's shelter.

After all, within the knowledge of these predators, only the residents of the shelter would install a large number of expensive and cumbersome implants on their bodies.

As for the Legion?

Most of the plunderers from the Prancing Horse have never heard of it, even if their titles of captain of ten and centurion were actually copied from the legion.

Feeling the threat from the shadow of the ruins, a big man walked in front of Wyatt and protected him with a steel body like a copper wall.

"Ahead, threat."

Listening to the buzzing under the thick steel, Wyatt smiled lightly and did not take his subordinate's warning to heart.

"That means we're in the right place."

After that, he motioned to his subordinates to step aside and shouted loudly towards the devastated steel and concrete ruins in front of him.

"Do you want to be cowards your whole life, huddled in this rat hole-like hellish place to rot, or are you so brave that you want to rush into the houses of so-called civilized people, snatch away their treasures, and occupy their wives and daughters? , grab enough wealth that you won’t be able to spend in a lifetime!”

The loud voice echoed among the ruins, but no sound responded to him.

Wyatt was not discouraged, but raised his voice and continued to shout.

"Think about it carefully, or you can find a mirror and look at your useless bear appearance. The Alliance is chasing you around like cockroaches, so what you do is to find a ruin and hide in it. , I can tell you responsibly, if you can’t unite and fight, sooner or later you won’t even have a place to hide!”

"At least now, the Alliance is pinned down by us on the battlefield in the west, and you still have a little hope of counterattack——"

Before he finished his speech, a figure suddenly jumped down from the ruins.

The guy's body was as strong as a cheetah's, but his hair was messy, as if he had fleas.

Not only that, the wrinkled skin also looks like a hyena without its head.

What's even more disgusting is his black teeth, which look like they haven't been brushed.

Looking warily at the group of people standing in front of the ruins, the man let out a low roar at the leader, Wyatt.

"Who are you?"

The soldiers standing next to Wyatt all frowned in agreement, but Wyatt's expression remained unchanged.

"Wyatt, Captain of the Legion, tell me your name."

"Hunting Claw, Ogre Tribe, Captain of Ten Thousands."

The man stared intently at Wyatt, and then at the big man next to him, without concealing the naked greed in his eyes.

Wyatt didn't pay attention, he just looked up and down at the man with the hunting claw, and then nodded approvingly.

"Hunting Claw... is a good name. I have already thought of a suitable prosthetic body for you."

As he spoke, he took out a holographic computer pen and tapped it twice with his index finger.

Light blue light and shadow quickly emerged, and a warrior with sharp claws attached to his arms appeared on it.

The sudden appearance of the little man startled Hunting Claw, but his eyes were quickly caught by the mechanical-looking shape, and he couldn't move his eyes away at all.

"...How should I get [it."

Looking at Hunter Claw with greedy eyes, Wyatt said unceremoniously.

"It's easy, just do it for us."

Hunting Claw is also unambiguous. He knows that most of the people who come to plunder and do things for him have the same purpose.

"Kill who?"

Wyatt said with a smile.

"The management of the alliance."

Hearing these words, Hunting Claw's pupils shrank suddenly, with a clearly frightened expression on his face.

Seeing the panic behind his eyes, Wyatt continued patiently.

"He is just one person, and we are a group of people. We will not let you act alone. We will provide you with weapons, help you make plans, and even fight alongside you."

"You all just need to have the courage to stand with us. You can leave the rest to us."

Hearing this promise, Hunting Claw's eyes finally calmed down, and the faint hint of fear was replaced by greed.

"You have a big appetite... If you want to kill that guy, I'm afraid you have to be prepared for a war with the settlement."

"Then let's start a war."

Wyatt looked at him.

"Tell me your answer."

A cruel smile appeared on Hunting Claw's face, and then he nodded his head without hesitation.

"Do it! Deal! But you have to give us weapons and ammunition! Just a pair of claws is not enough, at least two or three thousand people have to be equipped with equipment... If you can come up with it, not only can the ogre tribe listen to you, The whole tribe in the city listens to you!"

A cheerful smile appeared on Wyatt's face.

Although the quantity is a little less, it is enough.

The goal of the "Guillotine" operation is only to manage the people, and the actual war is the job of "Tsunami".

The Alliance will definitely not think that this "assassination" was an operation involving thousands of people.

By the time they reacted, it was already too late.

Looking at Hunting Claw with bright eyes, Wyatt smiled and stretched out his right hand.

"make a deal."