This Game Is Too Realistic

Nine p.m.

This was the time when the Ya clan patrol team was changing shifts.

"I'll leave this to you."

Greyhound, whose face was full of exhaustion, yawned, picked up his rifle as usual, went downstairs and boarded a raft, and went to the guard post outside the Fourth New District to change defenses.

They have not been having an easy time these days.

The new alliance's airborne troops seemed to have made contact with the local guerrillas, and gunfire in the eastern region became more and more frequent.

He could clearly feel that the combat quality and firepower of those guerrillas were much stronger than before. .

In the past, those rats only dared to shoot at them with iron pipe rifles, but now they have turned to hiding in the windows with automatic rifles and shooting at them.

Some even used rocket launchers...

It’s hard to guard against!

Those airborne troops are not idle either. In addition to training guerrillas, they are also planning attacks themselves, and the scale is growing day by day.

Although the apostles of the Torch Church could always kill a group from time to time, these people soon appeared from other places.

Greyhounds even have a delusion.

It seems like there are more and more of these people being beaten?

Since a large number of armored troops and heavy firepower were deployed to the front line, the Ya clan was quite passive when facing guerrilla attacks.

They have been forced to abandon a large number of checkpoints and outposts in the eastern urban area, effectively losing control of the eastern urban area.

Even if the strength of the patrol team has been increased to more than a hundred people, they only dare to patrol during the day.

"I hope I don't encounter their paratroopers today..."

Greyhound jumped onto the raft and prayed silently in his heart, sitting next to the other marauders.

It's particularly quiet tonight.

When the raft was about to leave Sixin District, it started to rain. Seeing the sudden rain, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

It is known that New Alliance aircraft will only appear on clear days.

Although rainy days are annoying, at least you don’t have to worry about your head.

"How long will this war last?"

"It should be soon," the man with the tattoo on his face poured his rifle down on the ground and looked at the rain in the sky. "Our commander said that the attack will start when the heavy rain falls."

"The harder this rain gets, the closer their death will be."

New Alliance aircraft are weakened in rainy weather.

Normally, they only need to dispatch one tank to capture a survivor stronghold with a strength of 1,000 people. Now that so many tanks are on the front line, and they are commanded by Lord Dillon, who is known as the God of War, victory is as easy as breathing. .

Thinking of this, the people who had been harassed by guerrillas and paratroopers felt some comfort in their hearts. Although the process is a bit difficult, as long as you can win, it is all worth it.

It is said that the northern suburbs of Qingquan City are a fertile land flowing with milk and honey, where there are endless treasures and endless food.

Just when Greyhound was dreaming about the good days ahead, a "whoosh" sound suddenly came from above his head. Before anyone could react to what was happening, a cloud of thick smoke exploded from the six-story building dozens of meters away.

The concrete blocks were blown into pieces and splashed in all directions, causing a series of splashes and ripples to form on the water that filled the streets. People ducked down to avoid the explosion amid screams and curses.

The split-claw crab not far away, disturbed by the explosion, roared hoarsely like grinding teeth and scurried restlessly in the shallow water.

In the confusion, the raiders' raft lay crooked on the side of the road.

"Grass!"

"Cannonball?!"

"Damn it, are those cannonballers awake? Why did they hit the cannonballs here!" A predator with a sinister face cursed and yelled.

A predator next to him trembled.

"No... I think even if it's not accurate, it won't be this far."

It seemed to confirm his guess.

Soon another cannonball fell, but this time it was farther away from them, landing a hundred or two hundred meters behind them.

Looking at the dark water, Greyhound said nervously.

"We'd better find a place to hide first...there are a lot of split-claw crabs here."

This sentence was unanimously recognized by everyone.

After tying the broken raft to the side of the road, everyone quickly fled into the half-collapsed building nearby and rushed to the second floor to hide.

There were constant explosions outside, and artillery shells fell one after another, as far as five or six hundred meters away, and as close as right on the street below them.

Listening to the thunder-like sound of the cannon, a pair of eyes hidden in the darkness were filled with panic and confusion.

No one knows what happened.

This place is at least 20 to 30 kilometers away from Qingshi County, and there are nearly 30 tanks and five thousand-man teams separated in the middle.

They just want to know, where did these shells fly from? !

…

It was not only the patrols scattered throughout the city that suffered under the gunfire, but also the minions who gathered in the cells to have fun...

Even their chiefs and chiefs.

"Where did these shells come from!?"

Roars echoed inside the reinforced concrete turret.

Since the entire Fourth New District is submerged in water, most of the anti-gunnery bunkers are built in half-collapsed buildings rather than buried underground.

Hiding in the dark and cold turret, Jinya's black and green face was filled with rage and panic at the moment.

A few minutes ago, he was still curled up in the warm quilt, playing with the "toys" he bought from merchants in the Bugla Free State in exchange for dinars.

However, he had just entered the state, and before he had time to enter, a cannonball landed in the smelly ditch not far from his window.

Soon a series of gunfire sounded.

The deafening roar scared him so much that he fell off the bed. He didn't even remember to bring his coat, so he ran here dragging a body weighing more than 200 kilograms.

Hiding in this turret with him were a group of his confidants and cronies.

At this moment, everyone had the same frightened expression on their faces, not knowing what to do.

Reaching out and grabbing one of his henchmen, Jinya shouted loudly in his face.

"Go to the south and see what's going on!"

"Yes, yes!" The confidant nodded quickly and ran out crawling on the ground.

Looking at the figure disappearing at the door, Jinya finally calmed down and calmed down... Although the two green bean-sized eyes were still filled with shock and suspicion.

He took the clothes from his subordinates and put them on. He found a sturdy chair and sat down, and began to think about what all this was going on.

To be honest, when the shells first started falling, he didn't think about the New Alliance at all for the first time. Instead, he thought that the frontline troops had betrayed him.

This is also what worries him the most.

Although the legion commanders helped him win many battles, and Jin Ya admitted that without Dillon's help, he would not have been able to win so smoothly, but he still did not dare to hand over the command to those people because he was worried about those people. Man is out of his own control.

No matter how stupid he is, he can still detect it.

The bonds between the former officers of the legion were much closer than the bonds between himself and other captains and centurions.

That kind of loyalty was something he had never seen on his own face.

Once Dillon takes command, as long as he replaces the centurions and thousands of captains with his original subordinates, replacing himself will be a matter of minutes.

Originally, the predators believed in the law of the jungle and respected the strong. Not to mention that two-thirds of the current Ya clan are outsiders who joined them halfway, and they have no loyalty to themselves.

However……

This thought only stayed in Jin Ya's mind for two seconds.

He quickly realized that the frontline troops he sent to Songlinyu were not equipped with indirect firepower such as 100 artillery pieces.

As a result, there are only two possibilities left.

Either the new alliance has developed a super cannon that can effectively hit targets 20 kilometers away - or even 30 kilometers away.

Either they pushed the artillery position to Songlin Valley, or even to the north of Songlin Valley...

No matter which possibility it is, it is undoubtedly bad news for him.

After spending several hours in a long wait, if it weren't for the occasional sound of gunfire outside and the depression in his heart, Jin Ya could not help but doze off while sitting on the chair.

At this moment, footsteps finally came from outside, and his confidant who had been sent to gather information hurriedly ran in.

Seeing the expression on the confidant's face and his evasive eyes, Jin Ya's heart suddenly trembled, and he had already vaguely guessed something.

Yet he still didn't expect it.

The real situation is far worse than I imagined...

"Songlinyu was occupied by the New Alliance?!"

How can this be! !

After listening to the report of his confidant, Jinya stood up from the chair suddenly and wanted to go forward and grab the man's collar and ask again.

"Where are the five thousand-man troops stationed there?!"

The confidant's forehead was pressed against the ground and his voice trembled.

"It's all gone..."

The chair made an unbearable squeak.

Jinya slumped back on the chair. In his wide eyes, panic, suspicion, disbelief... a series of expressions that were too complicated to describe flashed through his eyes.

Twenty-seven tanks!

Fifty anti-aircraft vehicles!

This is almost the entire family wealth of the entire Ya clan!

In order to deal with those small aircraft, Jin Ya gave almost all the 10-heavy machine guns that could be connected in series to the craftsmen in the tribe for modification.

But now someone told him that all of this...

Gone?

"..."

Facing this pale reality, Jinya fell into a long silence in confusion.

He still remembered that before setting off, Dillon swore to him that he could capture Dawn City's industrial area and farmland at the cost of at most ten tanks.

Exchanging limited equipment for unlimited supplies is a sure-fire deal.

However, let alone Shuguang City now, they didn't even see the shadow of Qingshi County, and the cannonballs had even fallen into their lair!

The teeth that were closed gradually made a clicking sound, and the gold teeth in the chest gradually began to rise and fall, and a series of angry curses were squeezed out from the gaps between the teeth.

"This group of losers who fail to achieve anything but fail!"

"Where's Dillon?!"

"Where is that idiot now?"

"Tell him to come over here and see me!"

Listening to the series of roars as loud as thunder, the confidant who was kneeling on one knee was trembling. He didn't dare to take a breath for fear of being angered, so he spoke quickly and tremblingly.

"I, I don't know... We saw the New Alliance army near the mountain col on the north side of Songlin Valley. They set up artillery and stationed many people there, and there were also patrolling scouts in the nearby woods."

"Thinking that you were still waiting for us to report back, we didn't dare to risk getting too close, so we thought about searching for the defeated soldiers who had escaped, but we didn't find any."

Hearing these words, Jin Ya, who was furious, suddenly felt a thump in his heart.

A drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead unconsciously, and even the anger burning in his chest was extinguished a little.

No one escaped? !

This means that the New Alliance wiped out all five of his thousands-man teams in a short period of time...

And it's still protected by countless armors.

The commanders and his followers surrounding him looked at each other in silence, exchanging the horror and surprise in each other's eyes.

At this time, a captain spoke.

"The Fourth New District is a land of water. The underground areas are flooded. It is impossible to build bombproof caves here. The bunkers on the surface cannot withstand the continuous bombing... I suggest moving to a place farther north."

"North? Do you want us to fight with the guerrillas for underground caves?"

"The guerrillas are in the east!"

"What's the difference? The underground tunnels in this city are all the same. They are familiar with the terrain there. It will be a dead end for us to hide in it! Besides, how can more than 20,000 people hide in it?!"

At this time, someone suddenly mentioned it.

"Otherwise... we should retreat to the north. Since there is no money left in Xizhou City, we can just leave this piece of bad land to the New Alliance."

Hearing this sentence, many people had expressions of approval on their faces.

"That makes sense..."

"Indeed, besides rats, there are endless guerrillas and paratroopers here."

"...and air strikes."

"In the worst case, we will go east, join the Snake Clan and the others, and go around to the eastern provinces..."

Some people didn't speak and looked at their leader cautiously.

However, at this moment, Jinya suddenly slammed the table.

"enough!"

"Shut up, everyone!"

"Whoever dares to mention the retreat again, I will cut out his tongue and feed it to the dogs!"

There was silence in the room.

Looking at his subordinates who all closed their mouths and didn't speak, Jin Ya slowly calmed down the anger in his heart and his heavy breathing.

He admits that he doesn't have Dillon's commanding skills, but that doesn't mean he's stupid.

retreat?

There is no possibility of retreat!

Not to mention that all the trophies and slaves must be left here. Once you retreat, it means admitting the defeat of the Ya clan.

Those foreign tribesmen who were attracted by his reputation would soon abandon him and leave, set up their own business, or go back wherever they came from.

After crossing the Tianshui tributary, 20,000 people died and there were still just over 10,000 left. Anyway, we are reducing our numbers anyway, so why not reduce them on the battlefield and fight to the death with the new alliance!

He still has more than 20,000 people on hand.

In a real street fight, he may not have no chance of winning!

Looking at his subordinates who closed their mouths and dared not speak, Jin Ya ordered angrily.

"Take your subordinates and spread them out in the city for me. Watch every window and every building! Since those despicable and shameless gophers dare to come to your door, let them try. Tried it!"

"As for shelling, bombing... let them just waste the shells. I want to see how many shells they have!"

No one dared to resist, let alone talk.

Even though I was complaining endlessly, I could only bow my head and accept it at this time.

Seeing the figures leaving and disappearing at the door one after another, Jin Ya slowly relaxed his tense muscles and shoulders and leaned on the back of the chair.

Looking up at the ceiling that was shaking under the roar of artillery fire, a trace of madness appeared on his face.

bring it on!

Let me take a look!

Who has more people and who has the faster knife?

…

"These fireworks are really beautiful..."

On a half-collapsed high-rise building.

Holding the square telescope in his hand, he was standing in the rain looking to the west with a faint smile on his face.

As for Lao Bai, who was standing not far next to him, he was checking the map and keeping in touch with the artillery team of the Goblin Corps through VM and a headset with camera equipment.

"The impact point of the artillery shell has been corrected 500 meters to the northwest... Don't worry, it's all recorded and I'll pass it on to you when it goes offline."

Just this afternoon, the New Alliance advanced its artillery units from Qingshi County to the mountain depression five kilometers north of Songlin Valley, bringing the entire south to west side of Xizhou City into the coverage of indirect fire.

The bombardment officially began at nine o'clock.

The artillery team of the Goblin Corps, with the cooperation of the Burning Corps, launched round after round of fire attacks on the key outposts and fortifications built by the Ya clan in the Fourth New District.

However, sex is a boring thing.

Especially since the "Hummingbird" hasn't been deployed yet, let alone seeing the explosion, we can't even hear the explosion of the shell.

If you want to know the hit effect, you can either listen to the frontline players dictating it on the radio, or you can only wait offline and let the good brothers upload the video to the official website.

"These predators are quite smart, they actually know how to turn off the lights." Ye Shi said in surprise as he watched the fires extinguishing in the distance.

Lao Bai replied briefly.

"It's normal. Ultra-long-distance indirect fire requires guidance from frontline troops, reporting artillery coordinates and shell impact points, and constantly correcting the shooting elements. They can guess that we are reporting coordinates nearby, but they just don't know where we are."

Rather.

These people actually only reacted now.

It seems that Dillon's failure has had a big impact on the prestige of those "consultants" in the tribe.

Normally, when the first shell fell, they should have realized the problem and put out all the open fires on the position.

"Stop talking nonsense, it's time to get to work," Guangfeng, who was carrying a lot of wires and speakers, patted Ye Shi on the shoulder, "Come and help me."

…

Camps more than ten kilometers apart.

Players standing near the 100 artillery piece are studying the target of the next round of bombardment.

In the past few hours, they have fired more than a dozen rounds, pouring nearly two hundred 100 grenades towards the Fourth New District.

At the same time, in a tent not far from the artillery position, a prisoner of war wearing headphones was sitting in front of a recording device, nervously reading a manuscript in his hand.

"...I am Centurion Wabu under the Bear Tooth Account. I come from the Bugla Free State. I originally had a serious job, but I was blinded by greed and was tricked into coming here."

"I repent for the crimes I committed in the past, and I also hope that people like me from the Bugla Free State or other areas can wake up in time... There is no fertile soil with milk and honey ahead, only rivers of blood. , mountains of corpses.”

"Wake up, how long have we been in Xizhou City? How many brothers have died in a meaningless battle? Sleeping with rats, cutting meat from corpses... we have not had a decent lunch. ? How long will we continue to be deceived by that fat pig sitting on a pile of human bones?"

Read this.

The more Wabu thought about it, the more he felt so wronged.

When he was in the Bugla Free State, he could drink twice a day in three days. However, since he came to Xizhou City, he has almost lost his appearance, let alone drinking.

Emotions welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but raise his voice.

"...the looters of Xizhou City, the New Alliance's army has arrived at the city. The sound of cannons last night is an ultimatum!"

"Your Chief of Staff Dillon has been killed, and Xiong Ya and other commanders have surrendered. You have no chance of winning in front of the New Alliance's aircraft and artillery. The outcome of this war has long been determined, and surrender is your only way out!"

"The New Alliance does not kill prisoners of war, but gives preferential treatment to those who surrender. As long as you take the leaflets, whether you go to the local guerrillas or come south to find the New Alliance patrols directly, the Alliance promises with credibility that we will ensure your safety. .”

"If someone persists in his obsession——"

"Then use death to pay for your sins!"

I finished reading the manuscript in my hand.

Wabu turned around tremblingly and looked at the blue power armor standing at the entrance of the camp.

"My dear sir, I have finished reading the manuscript you gave me... May I ask if you have any other instructions? Your most loyal servant is willing to serve you."

That face was full of flattery and flattery.

However, Chu Guang ignored him, just looked at the soldiers standing aside and said briefly.

"Take it down and watch."

The soldier looked serious and stood saluting.

"yes!"

Later, there was a tank commander, and Chu Guang also prepared a manuscript for him, mainly to read to the former officers of the regiment.

Once the news of Dillon's disastrous defeat in Songlin Valley spreads, the status of those officers in the Bone Chewing Tribe will inevitably plummet.

These people are also targets of rebellion.

Even if you don't instigate rebellion, you can still give them some eye drops.

After the H-1 flies over tomorrow and drops the leaflets, the Burning Corps' dozen loudspeakers deployed near the Fourth New District will take advantage of the intervals between shelling to continuously broadcast recordings of persuasion to surrender.

After Wabu was taken down, a man covered in bandages was brought in.

His name is Bagro, and he is a tank commander. Amazingly, the guy actually jumped out before the tank was blown up.

Of course, what surprised Chu Guang even more was that this guy was not a subordinate of Dillon, let alone the 210,000th team.

It comes from the 140,000th Legion of the Legion Expeditionary Force - a corps made up of tanks, infantry fighting vehicles and other armored units.

Looking at the recording equipment, Bagero had already guessed what the man in power armor in front of him planned to do, so he said straightforwardly.

"Do I need to express myself, or read from a script?"

Chu Guang pointed to the table next to him with his chin.

"The manuscript is there. You can also use it yourself first and then read it again according to the manuscript. But before that, I want to ask you something."

Bagero, who was walking towards the recording equipment, stopped.

"What's up."

Chu Guang looked at him with interest.

"Have you guys made an appointment?"