This Game Is Too Realistic

There was a continuous sound of gunfire from the east.

Looking up at the "flame" that kept flickering in the night sky, Yan Ya stood next to a raft and murmured to himself.

"...Isn't the fight finished yet?"

Could it be that something went wrong?

Just when he was upset, a raft floated over from the east alley.

Seeing that the man standing on the raft was the centurion under his command, Yanya's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

The raft reached the shore.

Before the confidant who got off the raft could stand still, Yan Ya grabbed his shoulders and asked eagerly.

"How's it going? Who's winning?"

"The new alliance has won... they have occupied the headquarters..." the centurion replied immediately.

"Where is Jinya?" Yanya continued to ask, "Where are the others? Have they been caught?"

The centurion swallowed.

"died!"

Yanya: "Are you sure?!"

The centurion nodded vigorously and said nervously.

"Confirmed! I saw it with my own eyes! The New Alliance's artillery shells penetrated through the holes in the wall, and then there was an explosion from inside... Not only was Jinya killed, but the apostles sent by the Torch Church were also killed. Exploded to death!”

After hearing this, Yanya finally felt relieved and couldn't help clenching his fists.

"Very good."

Looking at Yan Ya who was looking happy, the centurion who saw Jin Ya's body with his own eyes had a complicated expression at this moment.

The tyrant is dead.

The war is finally over.

However, it ended with their failure.

Although the new alliance promised that their treatment would be different from that of ordinary prisoners, it still did not change the fact that they were prisoners.

As for what the future holds...

I'm afraid only God knows.

Seeing the complicated expressions on his subordinates' faces, Yanya also began to realize that he was acting too happy at this time, which seemed a bit inappropriate.

So he coughed dryly and patted the centurion in front of him on the shoulder.

"Don't be too sad. What happened today is all because of that idiot who listened to Dillon's bad idea and risked his life to destroy all the tanks. It was he who led our tribe into the abyss. The responsibility for the failure does not lie with us."

"Besides, the managers of the new alliance told me in the letter that half the battle is lost by surrendering, so we only lost half."

"This result is already good. Keep your chest up. Now we are going to take over those prisoners... There is nothing to be ashamed of."

…

Upon learning of Jin Ya's death, Yan Ya immediately led more than a thousand of his men to attack the headquarters from the west defense area, and cooperated with the Burning Corps to control the checkpoints and sentries on the streets near the headquarters.

Although this meant turning the gun and pointing it at friendly forces, at this point, he had no other way to go.

In order to show his loyalty to the new alliance, Yan Ya did not hesitate to give orders to fire on his brothers from the same tribe, and even rushed to the front line of the battlefield to supervise the battle himself.

At first, his subordinates were still a little hesitant, but as the casualties appeared, everyone became red-eyed and completely put aside all the entanglements in their hearts.

They are predators.

There are no moral constraints or psychological burdens.

Attachment to the strong is part of the law of the jungle.

"Yan Ya, are you so crazy?!"

Yunya, who was urging his subordinates to attack forward, saw Yanya standing behind the opposite bunker in the light of the fire, and an expression that seemed to be insane suddenly appeared on his face.

Facing his former comrades, Yan Ya felt a little confused on his face, but it only lasted half a second.

"It's useless to say more. Now it's all that idiot's fault... Surrender! Jinya is dead!"

"already dead?"

There was a hint of disbelief and horror in Yunya's eyes, but it was immediately replaced by deep hatred and anger, and he roared at the top of his voice.

"no way!"

Yanya no longer tried to hide it, he completely let go of his reserve, set up a machine gun and fired at the bunker at the other end of the street, shouting with a broken face.

"Then go to hell for me!!"

The New Alliance soldiers pulled out the smoke grenades and threw them out with a running start.

The red smoke spanned a distance of nearly a hundred meters and landed steadily on Yunya's position.

Before the plunderers could react, the rain of fire fell from the sky and lifted them into the sky together with the bunker in front of them.

Looking at the billowing smoke rising in front of him, Yan Ya only mourned for his former siblings for half a second in his heart, and then he clenched his fists and said fiercely.

"well played!"

Don't blame brother, just go with peace of mind.

We can’t help ourselves either…

With Yun Ya's death in battle, the morale of his thousand-man team instantly fell to the bottom.

Facing the fierce firepower of the New Alliance and the Yanya tribe, the remaining raiders were quickly defeated.

At this moment, a broadcast rang out in the surrounding areas of Fourth New District.

"I am the manager of the league."

"Predators of the Fang Clan, your headquarters has been occupied. Skullcrusher Gold Fang was killed on the spot by our soldiers on his way to escape."

"Your defeat is doomed, surrender is your only way out!"

"We will not kill prisoners, but we will ruthlessly eradicate those who resist."

Gold teeth…

died?

The faces of the looters who were still rushing towards the headquarters had confusion and panic on their faces.

The moment they heard the news of Jin Ya's death, they felt that the whole sky had collapsed.

From the captain to the young men carrying rifles, everyone was confused and didn't know what to do.

Standing next to Yuanyang on the front line in the southern part of the city, the staff officer from the legion sighed softly.

"...Surrender, we have already lost."

Yuanyang's expression was twisted with anger, and he grabbed his collar.

"Shut your mouth! Who do you think we are today because of?"

"You want to say it's because of Dillon, right?" the staff officer said in a sarcastic tone, "It really depends on him... Putting hope on you is the stupidest decision he made in his life. If you want to kill me, just do it. You don’t have much time anyway.”

Yuanyang stared at him with murderous eyes, but after a long time, he let go of his collar.

"……what should I do?"

"Take your people out and surrender. The New Alliance's bombardment of the southern city is obviously just a feint attack. Their main force is on the west side. It is more sincere to surrender before they enter the city than to wait for them to enter and then surrender."

Yuya swallowed and said nervously.

"Yes, but we don't have any flyers. I burned all the flyers I picked up."

Lord Jinya ordered that anyone who hid the leaflets secretly would be sentenced to death. He absolutely did not dare to disobey the order and would go through the trouser pockets of his subordinates two or three times every day to ensure that there were no traitors in his team.

However, listening to this innocent speech, the staff officer just laughed.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Do you really think your subordinates are that obedient? I bet that as long as you shout that the war is over, they will be able to get you more than a thousand surrender coupons on the spot."

Yuanya's face turned green and white, and his fists were clenched and unclenched.

After a battle between heaven and man, the desire for survival finally prevailed.

Under his order, more than a thousand looters in the southern city walked out of the bunker with their heads in their hands, and walked towards the New Alliance's positions one after another...

At this moment, on the New Alliance's position, guarding the front of the trench was the Skeleton Corps.

“Holy shit, you’re going to vote now?!”

This is too cowardly!

The mole, holding a telescope in his hand, looked at the group of predators walking towards them with their heads in their hands, and couldn't help but curse.

"After all, NPCs only have one life. It's no shame, no shame."

Holding the wooden lunch box in her hand, Irena said slowly while chewing.

Seeing how delicious this guy was eating, the elf king Fugui standing next to him couldn't help but swallowed and glanced into his lunch box.

"what is this?"

A black shell with a few leaves that were probably spices floating on it.

Preliminary judgment, at least it is familiar.

"Bomb shell shrimps, I went to the lake to catch them. Do you want one?" Irena generously handed him a toothpick.

Although hesitant, after hearing that it was a shrimp, Elf King Fugui relaxed his vigilance a little and used a toothpick to pierce a shrimp ball as thick as his thumb.

Speaking of which, the shape of the shell shrimp was quite unique. He looked at it for a long time without seeing the shrimp head or pliers. After hesitating for a while, he finally threw it into his mouth.

e……

The taste is surprisingly okay?

It's just a bit fishy and smells like the river.

Watching her good brother chewing, Irena reminded her.

"Remember to spit out the shell. That thing can't be bitten and will sting your mouth."

"Piece in the mouth? Why did it break when I bit it?" Elf King Fugui, who was chewing, was stunned.

Irena was also stunned, her expression suddenly awkward.

"Uh...are you sure what you're eating is shrimp?"

Elf King Fugui was dumbfounded on the spot, and his chewing jaw stopped.

"Fuck, is there something else in your bowl?"

Irena looked at it subtly.

"...It's okay. There may be a few snails mixed in, so it's not a big problem."

"Ugh!" Before he could finish his words, Elf King Fugui, who was holding the car door, had already begun to vomit.

The mole put down the telescope and glanced at the rich man.

"...If you dare to snatch food from Lao Na's bowl, you must be too stubborn."

Upon hearing this, Irena, who was holding the lunch box, immediately became unhappy and protested, "Gan! What you said is as if what I eat is not human food."

Mole on the run in the canyon: "...which normal human being can roast wireworms!"

"What are the iron worms? Those are called mantis legs! And not all mantises have iron worms!"

While the two were noisy, the predator with his head in his hands had already arrived in front of the new alliance's position.

Liu Ding, wearing an exoskeleton, came forward with a heavily armed team of 100 people and took over the more than a thousand prisoners in batches.

Except for the looters above centurion, they were left alone and imprisoned in the camp alone.

The rest of the people were placed in front of the trench of the position, squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands, waiting to be sent to the newly built prisoner of war camp in Qingshi County.

At the same time, the new alliance's temporary command post.

Looking at the v screen, De Chu Guang finally relaxed into a smile on his stiff face.

"it's over."

Vanus looked at him and said in surprise.

"The headquarters was destroyed?"

Chu Guang nodded.

"Well, although there were some deviations in the plan and we were unable to capture Jinya alive, the same goes for recovering his body."

The reason why the Ya clan can rely on tribal rule and maintain an army of tens of thousands is largely due to the leader's personal prestige and bloody high-pressure rule.

Once Jinya himself dies, whether in battle, old age, or illness, the entire tribe will soon fall apart.

Unless a new strongman emerges to take charge.

But in this situation, the possibility is almost zero.

And with the destruction of the Ya clan, the bone-chewing tribe sweeping across the entire valley province will also come to an end...

"In less than two months, you wiped out a tribe of nearly 30,000 predators... You have created a miracle." Vanus couldn't help but sigh.

Chu Guang smiled and said modestly.

"It's not me who creates miracles, it's the people of the New Alliance."

Vanus looked at him in surprise, and after a long time nodded thoughtfully.

"I see."

If this is the case……

Victory is reasonable.

…

Sporadic fighting continued throughout the night.

As the news of Jinya's death spread, the looters who heard the broadcast came out of the bunker one after another, raising their hands in an organized surrender.

The sky turned white.

The fighting in the main urban areas gradually stopped, and Xizhou City finally ushered in the dawn of peace.

Looking at the morning and dusk in the distance, Chu Guang, who was wearing power armor, squinted his eyes and looked at Liu Dingdao who was standing aside.

"How about calling the new settlement Auroville? Or do you have a better idea?"

Liu Ding thought for a long time, but Naihe was really uneducated, so he could only hold back one sentence.

"Good name!"

Chu Guang laughed and waved his right hand forward.

"go ahead!"

The First Corps was on standby.

The second corps, death, jungle and other player corps began to advance.

The resistance in the city has basically ended, but not everyone has surrendered happily.

Even though the successive defeats and cruel and high-pressure methods have brought most members of the Ya clan to the edge of their endurance, there are still die-hard loyalists who are willing to fight for the tribe until the last moment.

"This group of shameful cowards! They betrayed their flag and their promise!"

"Surrender? Hahaha, dream!"

Roaring angrily at Yanya's subordinates, Huya led the remaining defeated soldiers into an abandoned commercial center while fighting.

As the defenders in the southern city surrendered before the battle, he went to the southern defense line for reinforcements and immediately fell into passivity.

Faced with an isolated and helpless situation, his subordinates kept falling behind and escaping along the way.

As of now, he doesn't even have enough people to make up three centurions.

Fortunately, there is an ammunition depot hidden in the underground garage of this abandoned commercial center.

It contained munitions and supplies for the southern front and could last for a long time. Solid foundations and surface buildings can withstand bombing and shelling very well.

If you want to take down this ammunition depot, you can only send people in.

Just when Chu Guang was thinking about which regiment to hand over this task to, the prisoner he was taking next to him as a guide suddenly stepped forward and clasped his fists with his hands.

"Supreme Manager, if you are willing to believe me, please hand over this stubborn thorn to me! I am willing to lead my men into the underground garage and knock down this ammunition depot for you!"

When he said this, Yuanyang's eyes were filled with flattery and flattery.

If given the choice, he would not want to work as a coolie in the mines.

In the wasteland, even being cannon fodder is better than being a coolie.

The former at least have a chance to enjoy the spoils of war and stand up, while the latter are pure bullshit whose only end is to work themselves to death in the mines.

Chu Guang originally wanted him to stay cool and cool, but suddenly he thought that this might be a good opportunity.

The war is over, and he doesn't need cannon fodder, but he does need manpower to manage prisoners of war.

The only useful ones he has now seem to be Yanya and his men.

These people had all surrendered and pointed their guns at themselves. It was impossible for them to wear the same pants as other prisoners of war.

However, these people are from the same faction, and it is definitely not appropriate for them to serve as overseers.

In order to prevent the middle level of the prisoner-of-war camp from being overly united and becoming monolithic, it is necessary to support a "second-in-command" to check and balance each other with Yanya.

Thinking of this, Chu Guang looked at Liu Ding who was standing aside.

"Is the thousand-man team that surrendered last night still in our position?"

Liu Ding nodded and replied.

"Yes, it is currently under the custody of the First Corps."

Chu Guang then looked at the Yuanya.

"I will send a regiment to support you. I hope to see the results before dark."

Yuanyang said happily.

"Thank you for your trust! I promise to bring that Foxya's head to you!"

"Catch those alive if you can." Chu Guang warned, then waved him off.

The Yuanyang tribe had already gathered at the door of the underground garage. The centurions serving as the vanguard had been equipped with captured PU-9 submachine guns, and each person received two magazines issued by the logistics staff.

Anxious to prove himself, Yuan Ya volunteered to let his subordinates take the lead.

While Chu Guang nodded in approval, he also asked his quartermaster to equip the suicide squad with an extra offensive grenade.

At the same time, the three hundred players of the Death Corps also received the task of clearing out the remaining enemies.

The expansion pack will enter the points settlement process within 24 hours. This is the last opportunity to earn points.

The players who received the mission were excited and gearing up, while the players who did not receive the mission showed envious expressions.

"Gan! We are also fighting on foot, why don't we go?"

"That's it! It's a shady story!"

"There must be an ulterior deal behind this!"

"Gungungun, what is py trading? Let the professionals do it! Do you know how to use a hammer?" He said with a big-eyed smile and a flamethrower borrowed from the Lin Corps.

I walked to the front of the team, paddled on the edge and shouted.

"Brothers, change your submachine guns and spray guns. Those with bayonets should attach bayonets. Those without bayonets should bring shovels and prepare to enter the hole!"

The players of the Death Corps let out excited shouts.

"Ouch!"

Seeing the overwhelming fighting spirit, the soldiers holding submachine guns and preparing to lead the battle swallowed their saliva.

Street fighting with a narrow escape can be so exciting.

Are these people crazy?

"Leave it to them here and let's move on."

Several NPCs were separated from the second corps to supervise the battle. Chu Guang waved his hand and continued to advance deeper into the city with the large army.

The temporary settlement area for prisoners of war was set up at the former site of Citizen Square in the south of Fourth New District.

There is a large open space here with no obstructions. The theater located on the north side of the square has a good view, and a machine gun is enough to hold the entire square.

Throughout the night, prisoners were sent here one after another.

Their casualties were not very serious. Except for a few who resisted desperately, many of them were caught by the guerrillas while fleeing north, or followed their superiors to surrender in an organized manner.

At first Yan Ya tied them up with ropes.

Later, there were too many people and there was not enough rope, so they simply took off their animal skin tops and tore them into leather strips, barely used as ropes and bandages.

The weather in May doesn’t matter. If it had been a few months earlier, many people would have frozen to death.

By dawn, the entire square was filled with a dark mass of people squatting, almost filling the entire open space.

Yan Ya led his men and stood around the square with loaded guns and ammunition. In a team of ten, they stood ready to watch the prisoners squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands.

With the corner of his eye, he peeked at the traitors with white cloths wrapped around their arms. The eyes of the goblin-like captives all shone with hatred.

But after seeing the soldiers of the New Alliance, all that hatred turned into fear and fear.

They were really scared!

"...Respected and supreme administrator, your most loyal servant Yanya, welcome your arrival!"

Seeing the powered armor in front of the team, Yanya immediately recognized Chu Guang's identity, quickly put on a flattering smile, and took the initiative to greet it.

Chu Guang glanced at the dark crowd of people in the square.

"How many prisoners are there?"

"21,708 people!" Yan Ya said immediately.

"Are you sure it's this number?"

"Uh, probably... maybe a difference of about one or two hundred." Yanya said with a cold sweat.

Chu Guang smiled faintly, but did not embarrass this guy.

In fact, he had already moved the Hummingbird drone over the square and asked Xiao Qi to count them for him.

There are a total of 21,573 people. There is some error in the statistics, but the error is not very big.

Some of these prisoners of war are direct descendants of the Ya clan, and some are from the eastern provinces or the Bugla Free State.

Chu Guang has no intention of letting them go home until they pay for their sins.

"...So many people gathering here is a hidden danger. I suggest transporting them back to Qingshi County in batches for custody." Walking next to Chu Guang, Liu Ding whispered.

Chu Guang thought for a while and said.

"I'm afraid the prisoner-of-war camp in Qingshi County can't accommodate so many people. Our initial expectation was for 8,000 to 10,000 prisoners of war, and we didn't build that many houses at all."

The number of prisoners far exceeded expectations.

He really didn't expect that these people surrendered so quickly without even encountering any decent resistance.

"Then..." A sharp look flashed in Liu Ding's eyes.

Yan Ya, who was standing aside, was too frightened to say a word and stood there tremblingly.

Chu Guang shook his head gently.

"It's not necessary. The mines in Qingshi County need people, and Dawn City also needs people. Send some people to Qingshi County, and the rest will stay where they are and build a prisoner of war camp."

So many people are indeed a hidden danger, but they also represent opportunities.

If you want to catch up with the wasteland forces that have been developing for more than a century, you can't be too stable.

Looking at Yanya standing aside, Chu Guang continued.

"Besides these prisoners, what about the slaves you captured? And the craftsmen who helped you make weapons, where are they now?"

Yanya said nervously.

"Those slaves and craftsmen are scattered in the cells in the Fourth New District...I arranged for people to watch."

"how many people?"

Yanya hesitated for a moment, obviously not having time to count.

"Probably... around ten thousand."

"Ten thousand?" Liu Ding was stunned for a moment and frowned, "Why are there so many?"

Yan Ya closed his mouth nervously, not daring to speak.

In fact, in their heyday, they had nearly 50,000 captives and 35,000 tribesmen.

But later encountered famine, rats, disease, coupled with the stagnation of the war and the failure to cultivate the fields, many slaves died.

There are only more than 10,000 left.

"There are more than 5,000 people in Hope Town... plus there are more than 10,000 slaves here. If they are all given resident status, our food reserves will be a big burden." The accompanying quartermaster whispered.

Chu Guang was silent for a while.

"It is now the end of May. We should be able to sustain the wheat and early rice harvests until July. By opening up the trade route with the south, we can use copper ore and sulfur to buy grain from farmers in Jinchuan Province. …”

If the situation is urgent, it is also allowed to use nutritional ointment for support.

After a pause, Chu Guang continued.

"... We have promised to issue resident status to every survivor in Hope Town. Just do what we said before. As for the rescued slaves, we will first issue them the status of supervised persons according to the standards of refugees. identity."

Supervised persons are a buffer zone between refugees and residents and enjoy limited resident rights.

Generally speaking, foreign refugees are supervised. It is not until after a period of study and work that you have mastered a basic life skill that you can change your household registration information and apply for a resident certificate.

This can minimize the impact and burden of the immigrant population on society.

The quartermaster immediately took note of the manager's instructions.

"Where are the craftsmen?"

Chu Guang: "Keep him in prison for now, but separate him from other prisoners of war."

The Quartermaster nodded.

"yes!"

Chu Guang then looked at Yan Ya.

"Take me to the palace of the Golden Teeth and see what treasures that guy has hidden."

Seeing that the manager stopped asking questions, Yan Ya finally breathed a sigh of relief and immediately nodded and bowed.

"Okay! I'll take you there right now!"

The group of people continued to move toward the Fourth New District in a mighty manner.

At the same time, a series of good news seemed to have wings and flew back to Dawn City from the front line. Through the broadcast in the town square, it flew into everyone's ears.

The new alliance captures Xizhou City!

Skull Crusher·Golden Tooth's head falls to the ground!

The Ya clan was completely destroyed, more than 20,000 plunderers were captured, and nearly 10,000 slaves were liberated!

Each piece of news alone is enough to shock those watching the excitement for a whole day.

The entrance to the trading post.

The merchants holding the two-headed ox, the mercenaries carrying their luggage, and the travelers stopped one after another and exchanged the surprises in each other's eyes.

"Golden Tooth is dead...?"

"Are they serious?!"

"If the Ya clan is really destroyed...the Bone Chewing clan is almost over." The mercenary carrying a rifle looked at the broadcast in surprise.

"It's finally over! It's been almost two years since I went to the tavern in Bugla to see my old lover... I hope she still remembers me." The companion next to me couldn't help but say.

"Hahaha, those hyenas who eat people without spitting out bones have finally gone to hell! Praise the great alliance, praise the managers of the Federation! Tianshui will remember his great deeds!" A veteran merchant shouted excitedly Get up and attract the attention of the people around you.

It was obvious that those group of predators had caused him a lot of losses.

"Thanks to the Almighty God of the Great Horned Deer, this land finally welcomed its owner..." An old man dressed as a traveler knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly.

After hearing the news about Xizhou City from the telegram, Sim, who was far away at the headquarters of Horseshoe Trading Company in Honghe Town, froze behind his desk on the spot.

After a long while, he came back to his senses after being stunned, and squeezed out a sentence of doubt about life from his stiff mouth.

"……really."