This Game Is Too Realistic

General Headquarters of the Army of the South.

A burly figure stood in front of the command table, his deep pupils staring intently at the sand table with light blue light particles floating on the command table.

㱗Under his personally deployed command, the entire Batoya Province and even the northern shore of the Whirlpool Sea have been connected into a chessboard.

And as the "death agent" virus continues to ferment, this game of chess has entered the final stage.

At this moment, on the neat chessboard, the flag marking the 1.17 millionth team has been marked with the gray color symbolizing the rebels.

The chess pieces with the least determination have already been eliminated first, and what is besieging them at this moment is the 100,000-member team of servants and the "Iron Crossbow" rapid reaction force.

At this time, a light blue figure appeared next to the command table, and an ordinary-looking man nodded slightly.

That man was one of the chess pieces on the chessboard, Hines, the commander of the "Iron Crossbow" rapid reaction force.

Looking at his confidant, Tyr asked expressionlessly.

"What was the reaction from Triumph City?"

Hines reported respectfully.

"No action at the moment."

No action…

When he heard this answer, a hint of surprise flashed in Tier's eyes, and his expression gradually became serious.

He left the sand table, walked back and forth in front of the bookshelf on the side, and then turned his gaze back to the sand table, his brows knitted deeply.

There are only two possibilities.

Either Triumph City is falling into internal chaos and unable to extricate itself, or his opponent is more difficult than imagined.

As this duel progressed, he felt troubled for the first time.

Through the light blue light particles on the floating sand table, he seemed to see his opponent.

He was a man who showed no emotion or anger, just like an experienced hunter, indifferent to the provocation of his prey.

The hunting weapon is hidden under the shadow of the cloak, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time!

He could feel the curled index finger tightening on the string, but he couldn't see the edge hidden in it.

And this is the most dangerous thing...

"...Why haven't you taken action yet?"

As he murmured something silently, Tyr felt a rare irritation in his heart.

㱗In the past month, most of the population of Batoya Province has been gathered to the north, and various ports are almost at full capacity to send refugees to the north. They still have not penetrated the ten isolation zones set up by Triumph City. …

But now, the troops on his side have shown signs of mutiny.

Maybe he should hold on a little longer. After all, the force is mutual, and the other party should also be under tremendous pressure.

However, there are not many "bullets" left.

"What's the situation with the 1.17 millionth team?"

Hines, who was waiting aside, was distracted, and when he heard Tire's voice, he immediately came back to his senses and replied.

"The rebels are still holding on, and the battle situation is getting tense... Without the support of heavy equipment, it will still be difficult to eat them with only the servant army."

Tyr thought for a while and then said.

"I will give you the 1,000-man artillery team under the 1.2 millionth man team. We will leave first and let the servant army grind on the ground for a while, forcing Triumph City to take the lead as much as possible."

"Yes!" Heins hesitated for a moment, then nodded and accepted the task.

At the same time, on the northern shore of Bato Yasu Province, gunfire was heard fiercely.

The tracers drawn by the bullets were flying in the sky like catkins, and the thick smoke formed an airtight wall.

"Come forward!! Kill all these traitors for me! Cut off their heads!"

Looking at the rock-hard position in front of him, Moore's eyes were red, and he grabbed the communicator and let out a hysterical roar.

The same was true across from him. The young adjutant Perfica took over the command of the 1.17 millionth unit and immediately deployed defenses. Through the ladder-like firepower network, he repelled the 100,000th unit of the servant army one after another. Charge.

"Brothers!!!"

"Tyr, the dog-sun, drove the children of Marshal Jiusius into the sea. This demon in human skin has betrayed the marshal and the people of Velant!"

"Those who die today are your neighbors, and those who die tomorrow will be your children and your fathers!"

"We will never leave the hundreds of thousands of survivors in the camp into their hands! Never-!"

Although the conflict between the same roommates made people feel heavy-hearted, it was comforting to know that Tier, who had a secret in his heart, did not dare to bring in the regular army to suppress the rebellion, but let the servant army do the dirty work.

They will not show mercy to foreigners.

Of course, the same goes for the opposite side.

In order to prove their worth, in order to climb to a higher position like the pangolin, Moore and his subordinates were also red-eyed, launching round after round of attacks like hungry wolves towards the position of the 1.17 millionth team. onslaught.

The entire beach in Batoya Province turned into a millstone of human flesh, with thick blood staining almost every inch of soil and sand red.

However, what is speechless is that this is not a battle between the Southern Army to counterattack the Alliance to land on the beach. It does not even take place between the Southern Army and Triumph City.

An out-of-control fire soared into the sky, engulfing everyone trapped in it, and grew stronger and stronger.

And what burned in the raging fire was not only the flesh and blood of the Wilantes, but also their collapsed spirits.

It's not just the Valeantians among them.

There are also those alien races that surrender to them.

Looking at the position that had been unable to be conquered for a long time and the heavily wounded subordinates, Moore's pupils were wide open and filled with bloodshot eyes, and the burning ambition in his heart could not help but flashed with hesitation for a moment.

He always felt that his chance to rise to power had come, but now it seems that this is not the case.

He grabbed the communicator, contacted Captain Haines who ordered him to attack, and roared at the top of his voice.

"My men are seriously injured, we need artillery support! Otherwise we can't continue the attack!"

The fierce fighting lasted all night.

Until the sky lit up with a flash of white, the sound of artillery that Moore had been waiting for finally sounded at dawn.

However, to his disappointment, those shells missed without exception, either falling into the sea or hitting a deserted beach.

Due to the heavy injuries, he finally ordered the attack to be stopped.

As the offensive of the 100,000th Regiment stalled, the soldiers of the 1.170,000th Regiment, with their backs to the sea, finally got a chance to breathe and defended the crumbling position and the hundreds of thousands of survivors in the camp.

At the same time, towering shadows appeared on the sea level in the distance.

Pafica, who served as the temporary commander of the 1.17 millionth unit, looked at the sea in the distance, and hope finally lit up in his pupils.

It's reinforcements!

The compatriots in Triumph City did not abandon him, and the bailiff did not lie to them!

He stood up from the trench and shouted into the communicator in his hand.

"Brothers! The boat to take us home is here! Hold on!!!"

…

As the Federation's fleet advanced into the Whirlpool Sea, the battle situation on the northern coast of Batoya Province also reversed in an instant.

The majestic figures stood on the rough sea, like moving steel fortresses.

Even if they did nothing, the thick and long barrels themselves were an invisible deterrent, shocking the soldiers of the 100,000th Servant Army.

Looking at the battleships appearing on the sea level, Moore was completely dumbfounded and was at a loss for a moment.

He was not the only one who was dumbfounded, but also Hines, the commander of the "Iron Cross" quick reaction force, and Tire, who was strategizing in the far city of Avent.

Especially the latter. After learning that the United Federation of the New World had joined the war, he froze in front of the command table and didn't say a word for a long time.

The New World had just declared its independence, so logically speaking, it and Triumph City should be on guard against each other.

At least that's how it should be officially.

However, he never expected that the bailiffs of Triumph City would actually pull these "traitors" into his camp, and that these guys who were always just for profit would actually agree!

How did that guy convince them?

Tyr was completely dumbfounded.

At the same time, Captain Kirk, the flagship of the Federation fleet, was standing on the bow of the ship, holding a telescope and looking towards the coastline.

The diffuse smoke obscured his vision, allowing him to only see clearly the area near the dock.

But even so, this messy picture still deeply shocked him.

"Rodek, do you remember what the province of Batoya used to be like?"

The adjutant standing nearby shrugged slightly.

"Who knows, I've never been drunk... Besides, is that kind of thing even important?"

Kirk grinned.

"That's right..."

No matter what the province of Batoya was like before, it has completely turned into a hell on earth.

Prior to this, the province of Batoya, as the first "overseas" land conquered by Marshal Jiusius personally, had been regarded by countless Willant people as the place that was expected to end the Wasteland Era first.

For a long time, the Southern Legion was indeed ahead of several other forces within the legion.

In a sense, their existence has foreshadowed the almost inevitable future of the legion——

After reaching the extreme of madness, it heads towards final destruction.

…

While Kirk was looking at the shore, the people on the shore were also looking in his direction.

One after another figures came out of the black smoke and moved closer to the dock.

Most of those people are old people, children and women.

Even though they were on the battlefield, they still lined up in a neat line, quietly waiting for the ship to pick them up.

"The water in front is too shallow, and we can't get close to it." Looking at the faces on the shore, the adjutant named Roderick frowned and said.

Kirk smiled lightly when he heard this and turned the telescope to the north.

"Don't worry, we're not the only ones here."

Roderick looked up subconsciously and saw tiny black spots appearing in the direction of Weiland Province.

He took out his binoculars and looked toward the sea level, only to see ships of various sizes heading in their direction.

Among them, the large ones include ferries that are tens of meters long, and the small ones include fishing boats that are only a few steps wide. Looking at them, they are connected together on the sea.

In front of the Federation fleet, these small boats are like ants next to an elephant, but they are more than enough to transport people on the shore to the warships.

These ships were recruited from the civilian population by the former Southern Legion and used to transport refugees to the Weiland Province.

If more than a month has passed, the construction of the isolation zone in the southern part of Weiland Province has been completed, and the materials shipped from the Northern Empire and the Eastern Empire are enough for Triumph City to feed the tens of thousands of new people.

Not only that, the first refugees to land have been able to leave the quarantine area, and all parties, including the Alliance, have expressed their willingness to share part of the pressure of the influx of refugees for Triumph City and take over the refugees flowing out of the province of Batoya.

According to the wishes of the refugees themselves, some of them will leave the province of Velant and go to the New World, or cross the ocean to go to the provinces of Yue Yue and Hai Ya in the eastern part of the Middle Continent.

[So far, the influx and outflow of people in the quarantine area have been able to achieve a dynamic balance.

The City of Triumph no longer needs to control the inflow rate of refugees into the province of Batoya, and can even free up its hands to help the Southern Army move the survivors who have been displaced from their shelters.

On the other hand, the Southern Army's "Decisive Mission" plan launched at all costs has been completely declared bankrupt.

With the united unity of Triumph City, the "death agent" was firmly contained in the quarantine area.

Even if researchers from the academy and the alliance have not yet developed reliable specific drugs and vaccines, the old and weak women and children infected by the "death agent" can no longer function as bullets for the Southern Army.

In fact, from the moment the "Death Agent" was controlled by Triumph City, the Southern Army lost the war.

Soon as the incubation period passes and the peak period of illness arrives, they will have to swallow the bitterness they have brewed...

…

With the help of those small boats, hundreds of thousands of survivors stranded on the north coast of the province of Batoya were finally able to escape and board the ship that came from the New World to pick them up.

Awed by the pressure from the warships, Moore weighed the pros and cons and finally did not make the decision to let his men continue the attack, and Captain Seamus Wan, who was supervising the battle from behind, did not urge him.

These refugees were originally meant to be sent to the north.

If the other party took the initiative to send a boat to pick them up, it would play into their hands.

However, he didn't know that this orderly retreat was actually not what the Tire Army Commander wanted to see...

On the other side, on the north shore of the Whirlpool Sea, in the isolation zone in the southern part of the Weiland Province, clean and neat tents were located in an open space not far from the beach.

More than a month ago, this place was still a wasteland, but Ruyi unexpectedly felt a bit prosperous.

Nearly three hundred thousand survivors live here, divided into large and small communities based on tens of thousands of people.

There are hospitals, canteens, police stations, and even temporary classrooms and resident activity centers in the community.

Although the facilities here look a bit crude, everything is operated in an orderly manner.

There are nineteen other similar quarantine zones along the coast, with varying numbers of people admitted.

Among them, the isolation area with the highest number has no new patients and is allowed to leave the isolation area.

Everyone packed their luggage and cleaned the tents they had lived in, and headed to the road outside the quarantine area to wait for the bus to pick them up around Triumph City.

After they leave, the survivors who have just arrived from the province of Batoya will live in the tents where they once lived, waiting for medical staff who are familiar with the business to perform physical examinations on them.

Since more than a month has passed since the outbreak of the "killing agent", some sick patients have already appeared among the newly landed refugees.

Most of them were weak, unconscious, and even showed signs of physical and mental failure.

Fortunately, these people boarded a serious ship.

If they had crossed the sea on rafts tied with ropes, they would not even have a chance to survive.

For those patients who had entered the disease stage, the medical staff in Triumph City injected them with inhibitors researched by the alliance, which stabilized their condition and prevented their physical condition from deteriorating further.

As hundreds of thousands of civilians landed safely, the soldiers of the 1.17 millionth team sitting on the last ship also stepped onto the port one after another.

Not far from the deep-water port, an open-top off-road vehicle was parked on the side of the road.

Sitting in the car was the general of the Eastern Empire.

Looking in the direction of the deep water port, his eyes narrowed slightly, with an intriguing smile on his face.

He has two tasks at hand.

One is naturally to support the City of Triumph in rescuing the compatriots in the province of Batoya, and the other is to observe the situation along the Whirlpool Sea to judge how long the Southern Legion can last.

The commander of the Saren Legion is full of interest in the legacy of the Southern Legion, and this does not conflict with their support of the Triumph City.

In fact, it is interesting to say.

There has been no contact between the Eastern Legion and the Western Legion for half a century, and the first close cooperation in this half century actually happened after the legion was disbanded.

But this is also the most gratifying place for him.

Although they have been in harmony for nearly a century, at least there is no disagreement on the matter of saving their compatriots.

Even the most unsociable Northern Legion sent three teams of 10,000 people and supplies of over 10,000 people this time to help Triumph City maintain order in the quarantine area and tide over the difficulties.

In the years following the disappearance of Marshal Jiusius, this kind of unity was unprecedented.

"Tir is finished." The general sitting in the car smiled and added with squinted eyes, "And it's completely finished."

The adjutant sitting next to him gave him a surprised look.

"How did you see that?"

The general sitting in the back seat smiled and said in a casual tone.

"See those guys? I have no doubt that if you throw a gun to them, they'll pick them up and come back to settle the score with their Tyr without saying a word."

Not even just those young guys, but also the civilians stranded in the quarantine area, and everyone who came from all over the world to lend a helping hand to them.

These men will tear Tyr to pieces.

Just like when they faced the Torch Church, all differences are no longer important when facing the common enemy. In other words, the most important thing is to completely cut off the two cancers of the Southern Legion and Tire.

When he said this, the general paused for a moment, and then continued in a half-joking tone.

"Besides, that idiot's opponent is Yuu Wusi. How can he have a chance to win?"

The adjutant was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face turned into astonishment.

"Yuwusi...but, didn't that Lord pass away?"

"Whoever can unite the people of Wilant is Marshal Jiusius."

The general raised his index finger to straighten the brim of his hat, with a faint smile on his face.

"He did leave."

"But it's back again."