This Game Is Too Realistic

North of Golden Gallen Harbor.

On a barren red land, a large army was marching towards the Golden Gallen Port carrying billowing dust.

Among them were trucks, motorcycles, and three bungalows, all in uniform desert paint, clustered in the center of the rows of soldiers.

In addition, there were several open-top off-road vehicles pulled by the wasteland wind, as well as towed artillery behind the trucks.

Objectively speaking, their firepower and mobility are much stronger than the city defense army with only a few 100-gun guns, and the soldiers seem to be more well-trained.

But compared with the "Tooth" clan, a bone-chewing tribe that was once beaten up by the Alliance, it is probably on the same level, and even lacks this tank than the latter.

However, there is no need for tanks here.

Although there are mostly plains in Borneo, there are no decent roads. Especially near the Golden Gallon Port, there are alluvial plains that are prone to floods.

These light vehicles alone are already quite difficult to move. If we really drive the tank here, I'm afraid it won't be able to drive very far before it breaks down.

The surrounding survivors who were carrying backpacks and holding earthen baskets on their arms stepped out of their way when they saw this, and cast awe-inspiring glances at the floating double-knife flag and gray wolf flag.

"It's the Gray Wolf Army!"

"Your Majesty finally took action."

"I don't know how powerful they are compared to Iron Man."

Some poor people from the wolf tribe were lying on the ground and praying, looking up at the pride of the tribe and chanting in powerful and hoarse voices.

"...the invincible gray wolves in the wilderness, they come in groups, like the sweeping wind and sand, bringing death to their enemies."

There are also people with a greedy green light in their eyes.

As long as there is a war, people will die.

When the time comes to pick up a pair of pants and go back, a few more people can go out to scavenge, or go to the Governor's plantation to skim sugar cane.

At this moment, General Alaya, who was a master of military skills, was sitting on an open-top off-road vehicle, squinting his eyes and looking in the direction of Golden Gallen Port.

As early as the beginning of General Abinan's defeat, he had noticed the situation in Golden Gallen Port, but he did not dare to act rashly without His Majesty's order.

What if it was His Majesty's order to put the Alliance ashore?

Or what if His Majesty intends to solve the problem through other means?

These are hard to say, let alone guess. Alaya has never been to the Alliance, but he has lived in the land of Borneo for more than thirty years, and he knows the nature of Lord Wu Tuo very well. The most taboo thing about that adult was not that his subordinates messed up things or were not smart enough, but that people who shouldn't have brains had brains, and people who shouldn't have eyes had eyes.

It was precisely for this reason that he chose to wait. While keeping his troops stationary, he sent several scouts disguised as civilians into the city. While collecting information about those "Iron Men", he also inquired about the whereabouts of Governor Nihak, while waiting for orders from Tiandu.

Now that the telegram from Tiandu was finally delivered, Alaiyang immediately issued an order without saying a word, instructing the Gray Wolf Army, which had already completed their march preparations, to advance towards the front line.

Although he and his men were still nearly seventy or eighty kilometers away from Golden Gallen Port, he basically knew the situation there well. Sitting next to him, Staff Officer Gopal spread out the map on his knees, pointed at the two marked lines, and said in a relaxed tone.

"...The current alliance's defense line in Golden Gallon Port is based on the Governor's Palace and Camp Rowell. It will be much more beneficial to us if we can find a way to remove one of them."

After a pause, he pointed his index finger on the map.

"I personally think that Camp Rowell is a good breakthrough point. The people stationed there are just a group of mobs who have just gotten their hands on guns, and there are at most dozens of alliance instructors. As long as we capture this place, we can in turn mobilize those who have been captured. The slaves the Alliance instigated rebellion are for our use."

The adjutant sitting in the passenger seat turned around and asked.

"Why are they being used by us? I think it's good enough that they don't cause any trouble."

Gopal smiled lightly and said lightly.

"It's simple, we give them

What the Alliance cannot give, besides restoring their status as free citizens, we can also allow them to burn, kill and loot in specific urban areas as a reward for them. "

Except for Tulip Street, which was circled by the knights, they really couldn't touch the big shots there, but in other urban areas or streets controlled by the alliance, they could always pick out a few that were a bit oily.

It doesn't matter even if you can't squeeze out the oil or water, the person itself can also be used as a kind of trophy.

When the war is over, just slap on any hat, beat those survivors who helped the alliance into criminals, and then hand them over to those wild dogs.

They don't have to spend a penny for it.

You can even get a cut of the legally taken loot. Alaya narrowed his eyes slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he pointed out the problems in the plan.

"But most of them are from the Yue tribe, and I'm afraid less than 30% are from other ethnic groups."

The segregation of the Yue people is His Majesty's decision, and they have no right to arbitrarily advocate for the restoration of those people's status as free citizens.

This is a matter of principle.

As if he guessed that the general would ask this question, Gopal smiled lightly and said.

"I'm just using this statement to stabilize them. I didn't say that we must honor it, or we can apply to His Majesty for a special pardon for them, re-register them as rat tribe members or snake tribe members, or even give them a new one. A surname and a new faith, it’s not that difficult.”

If His Majesty doesn't agree, it doesn't matter, just get rid of those who have used it up.

While the people in the car were chatting and laughing, the large troops had already arrived at the northern suburbs of Jingallan Port, and the combat formations quickly moved to the predetermined combat positions to station themselves.

Fully five 10,000-man troops deployed on a front less than 20 kilometers wide, completely surrounding the settlement, as if dark clouds were threatening to overwhelm the city.

Five teams of 10,000 people is indeed not a small number.

If you take it to the eastern provinces, it can even be considered a large-scale settlement.

But Alaya remains cautious.

Even though the intelligence showed that the enemy army was less than a thousand people and had just been consumed by the city defense army, he still did not let his soldiers rush in. Instead, he ordered his adjutant to take people to capture some coolies nearby and dig up the army on the outskirts of the city. Bombholes, trenches and foxholes.

At the same time, on the outskirts of Golden Gallen Port, on the roof of a three-story house, four players wearing exoskeletons were holding telescopes and looking at the position one kilometer away.

"Okay, these people are pretty understanding." Looking at the well-drilled anti-gun holes, a hint of surprise appeared on Yin Qiao's face.

Not only the fortifications, but also some camouflage nets that blocked the drone's view, which looked like they were imported from the Legion.

The half-year-old man's expression was slightly solemn, while the family member standing next to him had an eager expression on his face and was talking excitedly.

"Finally we can have a tough battle!"

The private soldiers in the Governor's Mansion couldn't help but beat him up. They looked at the group of guys who looked like dogs, but they didn't even scratch off a piece of paint on his exoskeleton breastplate.

According to the locals, this gray wolf army is the elite of the Imperial Army, and it is the land warfare ace directly belonging to the Emperor of the Xilan Empire!

For a fun-loving person like him, it is natural that the stronger the enemy, the more excited he becomes.

After all, there is no sense of achievement even if you win against a novice who will collapse at the first touch. Even if you go to the forum to show off, no one will support you.

From the current point of view, the performance of this unit is quite satisfactory. It is difficult to find obvious flaws in both the speed of expansion and the steady and steady posture.

The survivors who were taken to the battlefield faced the loess and turned their backs to the sky, waving shovels and digging holes from morning until dark.

As if they thought these underfed guys were digging too slowly, dozens of supervisors with whips quickly appeared on the position. After a few whips were struck, the survivors were able to work much faster. , a few skinny young men even fell to the ground from exhaustion. The officer who was looking back at the overseer was very satisfied with the situation in front of him.

The physical strength of these survivors is like toothpaste, just squeeze it hard

If you say that, you can still squeeze something out.

The players hiding in the distance gnawed the dry food in their backpacks, watched the survivors working, and stayed on the roof until dark.

Seeing the sun going down, the group of soldiers did not leave the survivors to eat. They took back the tools given to them and drove them out of the position.

A group of ragged survivors limped towards the settlement. Everyone had a sense of resentment on their faces, but they dared not speak out. Seeing that one of the survivors was walking towards the city near them, the four players thought for a while and immediately threw down a hundred-yuan bill and evacuated the house, finding an opportunity to block one of the groups.

"Hey, hey! Folks in front of you, don't leave! We have something to do with you!" Unexpectedly, he unhooked the eyepiece of his helmet and waved forward with a smile on his face.

Seeing these four iron men wearing exoskeletons, a dozen or so ragged survivors had visibly horrified expressions on their faces.

They had just been whipped by the empire, and they didn't want to be whipped by these iron men again.

But no one ran away.

Looking at the rifle hanging on their chests, their legs felt like lead, even though the gun was neither safe nor loaded.

Just when everyone was panicking, a man wearing an exoskeleton walked up to them and suddenly took out a cigarette case.

"Let's calm down with a cigarette. You don't need me to teach you how to smoke." He said it in non-standard Chinese couplet and handed out a cigarette to everyone with a playful smile.

Cigarettes are considered hard currency in the wasteland, second only to bullets and alcohol, and even slightly higher than bread. The most important thing is that they are easy to carry.

Although he doesn't smoke much, he always brings a few bags with him every time he goes on a mission. It is more useful than money to dispel the wariness of the locals. Although these locals are so poor that they have to eat dirt every now and then, tobacco leaves and pepper are not uncommon here. Some people also crush some tobacco leaves and smoke them, or sell them to make money to support their families.

Several people put cigarettes between their noses and looked surprised.

They had never seen such expensive cigarettes in their lives, so much so that they could not bear to smoke them.

No family member was so considerate as to take out a lighter and light it for them all, so that they didn't have to hesitate whether to smoke or not. After leading a dozen people into the alley and puffing away for a while, no one in the family asked with a smile.

"Look at how hard you work, how much money do those wolf killers give you?"

Hearing these words, the dozen or so survivors all looked unhappy. One of them had a straight temper and started to curse.

"This money? Those stingy people won't give you money!"

Soon several more people echoed.

""that is!"

"Don't talk about giving us money. It's good if they don't steal our things!"

"Damn it, take away all the baskets I use to collect dirt."

While talking, several people kept staring at the lighter in the hand of the iron man in front of them, their eyes full of envy and greed.

No one in the family looked surprised.

"If you don't pay me, then you still help them dig?"

The straight-tempered man said angrily.

"Not only are we not given money! We also have to bring our own dry food!"

No family members continue to go to the fire road.

"Isn't it okay if you don't go?"

Everyone shook their heads after hearing this.

"No, they have occupied that piece of red land. If we don't go, there will be no soil to eat."

"They don't have enough people, so they will come here to catch them. We all live here, and we will have to go there when the time comes."

"It's hard to say what will happen when they come to your door."

"My three daughters are all grown up."

"What a fucking joke!"

"I hope they are buried in the red soil!"

Several survivors began to complain, getting angrier and angrier.

No family members heard it, but it was

He rolled his eyes and suddenly smiled and said.

"Let's do this, if they don't give you money, I will give it to you!"

Everyone in the alley was stunned and looked at him in confusion.

"You...give it to us?"

"That's right," no one in the family nodded and said with a smile, "but you have to remember, we have added money, you have to work harder! Starting tomorrow, you will dig hard for me, they want you If you dig a pit of one meter and a half, you dig two meters. If they ask you to dig a pit of two meters, you dig two meters and five! Give them an extra fifty centimeters!" Several survivors were stunned.

The straight-headed guy looked at the iron man in front of him suspiciously and asked in disbelief.

"You really give us money?"

No family member said with a smile.

"Then we must give it! Not only do we give it, but we pay it every day! Each person... we give him twenty Xilan coins!"

Twenty Xilan coins!

Everyone's eyes widened when they heard this.

They instinctively didn't believe in such a good thing, but the cigarette butts in their mouths made them subconsciously believe it.

Maybe these iron men are really not short of money?

A young rat tribe man swallowed.

"Are you... all involved?"

No family member smiled.

"That's necessary! We treat everyone equally!"

Then someone asked again.

"Can we bring a few more family members?"

No family member said cheerfully.

"No problem! We count the money per head... Ah, forget about the children. We won't count the children under the age of twelve. At dawn tomorrow, we will count the heads here. As long as you do as we say, you can get the money!"

Rolling his eyes, he added another sentence.

"You can help me attract people. For every additional person you bring over, we will give you an extra five yuan! But this matter must be kept secret. Don't let those outside know about it. Otherwise, don't say that the money is gone. You might be in trouble. My life will be lost.”

Everyone had expressions of surprise on their faces when they heard this, and no one was afraid of his last words.

No family members made an appointment with them on the map at the time and place to share the money, and then sent these people away.

The next day, when the sky was still bright, more than a thousand people gathered in the northern suburbs of Jingallan Port and walked towards the Gray Wolf Army's position.

When they saw the dark figure, the soldiers standing guard on the front line were startled. They thought it was the Alliance people who were coming. It wasn't until they all walked in that they discovered that it was a group of residents of the settlement.

"What are you doing here!" the soldier shouted.

The first few survivors shouted back confidently.

"We're here to work!"

"Your commander called us here!"

"He asked us to come again tomorrow and said he would catch us in the settlement if we dare not come."

"Let us get to work!"

Listening to the shouting one after another, several soldiers on duty were stunned and looked at these guys in confusion. They didn't know what to do for a while, so they quickly sent someone back to ask for instructions from their superiors.

At this moment, their superior was snoring in the shell-proof hole just dug yesterday. He looked confused when he was woken up and hurriedly put on the hat hanging on the bedside.

"The Alliance is coming?!"

"No," the soldier said quickly as he looked at the commander who quickly put on his military boots, "A group of residents from Golden Gallen Port came to the position. They said you asked them to come here to dig earth..."

The officer who was putting on his shoes was stunned for two seconds, stopped tying his shoes, and nodded.

"What's going on?"

The soldier was also stunned for a moment and didn't know what to do.

"That……"

"I gave them shovels and spades and told them where to dig and how to dig. Do you still want me to teach you? Grandma Te, this is such a big fuss. The Alliance came calling and called me!"

The officer cursed and threw away the shoes he had just dug into his feet, threw his hat on the bedside, turned over and lay back down.

He didn't go to bed until after three o'clock last night, and he was sleeping on his head. It was so stupid to wake him up for such a trivial matter!

After being scolded all over the face, the soldier also looked aggrieved, but saw that his commander was already snoring, so he could only jog to find the person in charge of the logistics of the front line position, and handed out the tools for digging earth to the survivors. .

The survivors who received the tools immediately arrived at the position and started working sweatily. Their hard work was completely different from yesterday.

When the sun rose three o'clock in the morning, the supervisor carrying a whip walked to the position, and was surprised to find that the whip in his hand was no longer used.

"Weird thing."

"When did these animals become so diligent?"

Several supervisors gathered together and looked curiously at the guys with their heads buried in the trenches sweating profusely. One of them couldn't help being curious and walked up to ask.

"It's strange. Why are you so diligent today?"

The survivors who were immersed in their work did not raise their heads and shouted behind the overseer carrying the whip.

"Master, if you are lazy, you will be whipped, but you will have to do it in the end."

"Yes, Master, we are afraid of pain."

"Get the work done early, and you won't have to endure hardship when the war is over."

These words were taught to them by the people who made them money.

Of course they didn't dare to raise their heads, especially not to look at the overseer's face, for fear that their secret would be revealed.

The supervisor nodded, not doubting what they said, but he still couldn't help but sneered coldly.

"You have realized this a long time ago. If you work harder on weekdays, you will not be so poor that you are neither a human nor a ghost."

Not to mention becoming a soldier like him, just doing a small business, or learning a trade, it would not lead to a life worse than an animal, tied here to dig in the soil.

After all, it's still too lazy.

The supervisor looked down at them for a while, and seeing that they were working just as hard without the whip, he was too lazy to use the whip, and turned around to enjoy the shade under the camouflage net.

On the other side, Alaya, who had completed the combat deployment, was inspecting the position.

He first inspected the most important artillery positions, anti-aircraft gun positions and various machine gun fire points, and then moved to the front line to take a look.

Then he was surprised to find that the coolies who had been working hard were working enthusiastically one by one.

It's like there's a gold mine buried underground.

Strange.

When did these slackers become so diligent?

Putting down the telescope in his hand, Alaya looked at the adjutant beside him.

"How much did you pay them?"

The adjutant said with a proud look on his face.

"Report sir! No money was spent!"

"No money?!" Alaya looked at him dumbly, suspecting that he heard wrongly.

The adjutant smiled and said as if to show off.

"We heard that life was getting back to normal as soon as possible, so they brought family members to help early in the morning."

At this point, he paused and continued.

"In the final analysis, your Majesty is what the people want. The general is famous and famous. The right time, place and people are on our side. It is difficult to lose this battle."

Although he was suspicious, Alaya could not refute the first half of his sentence. He just nodded and let go of this insignificant matter.

He didn't need the coolies to dig the trenches to a standard, as long as they could provide his soldiers with a bunker to resist the line.

The real battlefield is in the city, and these trenches and fortifications are only needed to deliver troops and ammunition to the front line.

"It's better to give some benefits to the local residents. After the work is done, each person will be given a piece of bread. This is considered as compensation for delaying their other work."

Of course he didn't mean him by bread.

The kind that is soft and white and smeared with butter and jam that you eat in the morning refers to the black bread mixed with a lot of bran or even stones and sawdust.

This kind of bread is the staple food of most of the lower-class citizens and middle- and lower-class farmers in the empire. A few Xilan coins can weigh half a catty. The exact price depends on the quality of the bread.

This kind of bread has not been fermented and is harder to chew than biscuits. It can even be used as a weapon to beat people. It is usually broken into pieces and thrown into water to soak and drink.

But no matter what, this is much better than eating dirt and eating those beans that cause flatulence.

The adjutant nodded respectfully.

"My lord said that I will make arrangements later."

Alaya nodded, then asked again.

"By the way, is there any new news from Rajesh?"

Rajesh is his right-hand man. Not only is he an awakener, he is also an excellent marksman and is especially good at disguise and intelligence gathering.

Long before the army set off, he sent him and two other scouts to Golden Gallon Port to collect intelligence on the alliance's activities there.

It's been two days since the last contact.

He needed the latest intelligence before formulating his next battle plan.

The adjutant hesitated slightly and shook his head.

"No new information has been sent yet... The alliance's troop deployment must have changed a lot recently. I guess Sergeant Rajesh wants to wait until it stabilizes before reporting."

Alaya frowned slightly.

"...It seems we have to give him a little more time."

He always had a bad feeling, but it seemed too early to judge now. Alaya did not dare to go too close to the front line. He was sure that the alliance soldiers hiding in the settlement must also be staring at this position, so he just glanced at it from a distance and retreated behind the bunkers and shelters. .

The sun gradually sets below the mountain.

The officer in charge of the construction of the frontline position walked to the position, took a look, nodded with satisfaction, and then got back into the anti-gun hole.

This depth is enough!

If this trend continues, they will be able to complete the construction of the outer positions of Golden Gallon Port in at most three days. The group of alliance soldiers probably never dreamed that their construction speed would be so fast.

At the same time, at the edge of the Golden Gallen Harbor settlement, a group of hot and sweaty survivors were lining up in front of the alley with anxious faces.

This street is their own home, and several entrances to the block are monitored, so there is no need to worry about outsiders seeing it. However, after all, they were receiving money from those iron men, and most people were a little worried. They were afraid that the iron men would regret it, and they were also afraid that the soldiers of the empire would discover that they had received the money.

But when a brand-new 20-denomination note was stuffed into his hand, almost all the anxious expressions turned into attentive smiles.

"Thank you, sir!" A man with a bed sheet tied around his waist clasped his hands in thanks. His moved expression made him want to kneel down on the spot.

Yi Yi Dengtian, who was responsible for distributing the money, was extremely happy, but he still acted like a civilized person and criticized him.

"Don't call me master, I can't bear it. We provide the money and you contribute the effort. This is called a transaction, understand? We are not rewarding you."

The man obviously didn't understand, he nodded and bowed and said with a smile.

"Okay, sir!"

"...Damn, what I said was in vain, hurry up and leave." Yi Dengtian was too lazy to talk nonsense, and waved his hand to drive the person away.

Not far from the alley, two players wearing exoskeletons gathered together.

Looking at the guys queuing up to collect money, Shan He Ru Meng couldn't help but sigh.

"You guys are too stubborn."

Today he received the task of transporting several boxes of Xilan coins from the bank on Tulip Street to his teammates on the front line.

At first he was curious about what so much money was used for, until he saw the scene in front of him.

Looking at the shocked friendly forces, Yin and Yang said with a smile.

"That guy in our team is indeed a talent, and his brain is smarter than mine. He should be the captain instead."

Shan He Ru Meng looked at him with envy. It was a little bigger, and the location of the Governor's Mansion was higher than that of the northern city. It would take a lot of effort for them to take it down, and it would not be easy to hold on. But if we capture Camp Rowell, we can force us to retreat to Tulip Street and return our front to the state at the beginning of the second phase of the offensive.

Once the Alliance's front shrinks to the vicinity of the port, it will be unable to bribe local survivors and slaves to serve as temporary sources of troops.

But on the contrary, taking back the Governor's Palace meant nothing to them except moving the battlefield of street fighting from the slums to Tulip Street near the port in advance.

Moreover, the supply line may be cut off by local militias trained by the alliance or the capital alliance.

Shanhe entered the dream and thought about it for a while, and felt that it made sense.

At this moment, a shirtless local man came over and said, looking at the strange situation.

"Sir, someone is looking for you outside. He is a young man from the rat tribe. He said his name is Asin and he is your servant."

Shan He Meng heard this and glanced at Yin Qi Yang Wan in surprise.

"servant?"

"Ahem, that's not the case, it's just a misunderstanding," Yin Xiang Cuo chuckled and spoke in Mandarin, then looked at the NPC and continued in human couplet, "Let him in."

The shirtless local nodded.

"OK."

After all, they were doing something shady, and any unfamiliar face that appeared here would arouse their vigilance.

But if it's the servants of these iron men, then it doesn't matter.

That's one of our own.

Accompanied by two locals, the child named Asin was brought here. He looked a little panicked, his hands were in his pockets, and his clothes were stained with mud. There were scratches and bruises on his face and arms, which seemed to have been left not long ago.

Seeing a familiar face, the panic on his face disappeared immediately, and he immediately walked forward in surprise.

"tuning fork!"

Yin and Yang looked at him in surprise.

"Hey, Asin...what's wrong with you?"

"It's a small injury, don't worry about it..." After swallowing, Asin continued nervously, "I'll take you to see one... no, three people."

I guess this kid wanted to ask me for help to scare people, so he accidentally glanced at the late morning sky, then looked at the young man and said with a smile.

"Wait for a while. We will go back to the Governor's Palace after we finish handling the matters here. Then we will go back with you. If anyone bothers you without looking at you, we will come to greet you--"

"No, you misunderstood," Asin took a deep breath and calmed down and said, "No one is bothering me. I won't trouble you for such a trivial matter. I just want to... give you a gift. "

Before the iron man could ask, he continued speaking quickly.

"They are General Alaya's men!"