This Game is Too Real

   Chapter 330 Soldiers approaching the city

   Hearing Chu Guang's words, Bagelo was stunned for two seconds and said hesitantly.

   "An appointment means..."

  Chu Guang continued to ask.

"We caught most of the prisoners of war from the legion, all from the 210,000th team of the expeditionary force, that is, the subordinate of the commander of ten thousand named Dillon, they claimed to be the bone-biting tribe that followed their superiors... So you are also the Dillon. Long's subordinates?"

   Bagello shook his head and said.

   "I was part of the 140,000th team..."

   "I know," Chu Guang looked into his eyes and said straight to the point, "What makes me curious is how you became the tank commander of the Ya clan."

   seems to be stuck in memory.

  Baguero paused for a moment and said.

   "About the year before, the 140,000th team I was in was hit hard when fighting the Great Rift Valley. I almost thought I was dead, but I was lucky to survive..."

   "You are indeed lucky, let's get to the point." Chu Guang glanced at the bandage on his body and continued.

"...I didn't go back to join the expeditionary force, and I couldn't go back at all, so I went to the Bugra Free State in the south of the Great Rift Valley, where I found a job as a mechanic repairer, and was barely able to support myself. However, One day I went to a pub for a drink, and I happened to run into my former boss, who said he wanted to introduce me to a new job."

   "Tank the looters?"

  Baguero was silent for a while, but finally chose to confess.

"He told me that he had a friend who got a batch of tanks, but couldn't find a professional driver. If I was interested in going back to the old business and training a group of professional drivers for them, they would pay me five at a time. A reward of ten thousand dinars. If there is an attendance mission, there will be additional rewards, and there may be a chance to go home.”

  Chu Guang raised his eyebrows slightly.

   "And then you went to Gold Teeth?"

  Baguero shook his head and said helplessly.

"That came later... At first he introduced me to a well-known local arms dealer named 'Flint'. I thought I would get a job as a trainer and bodyguard, but I didn't expect that they would I packaged it with the tank and sold it to the Bonechew tribe."

  Chu Guang joked.

   "So you're still a victim?"

"I have no intention of defending myself. Reasons don't matter at all, do they?" Bagello said calmly, "If you lose, you lose. I lost to you, and I lost to my own arrogance... Now I It's your captive, that's all."

   This guy has quite the personality.

  Chu Guang didn't completely believe what this guy said, and he really didn't care much about whether he voluntarily or was forced to become a predator.

   But from his remarks, Chu Guang captured two pieces of information that made him care.

   [The relationship between the arms dealers in the Bugra Free State and the Bonebiting Tribe may not be as simple as business dealings, and the latter is suspected to be supported by the former. 】

as well as--

  【The Legion is very likely to be involved! 】

Although Chu Guang had heard about the Bugra Free State a long time ago, he said that there was a survivor settlement in the north near the Great Rift Valley. peddler.

   But at that time, Chu Guang didn't take this matter to heart. After all, Honghe Town had also traded with the Bone-chewing tribe before, and this kind of thing was too common in the wasteland.

   Now it seems that this matter may not be as "simple" as I thought.

  Chu Guang wrote down this clue and looked at Bagello and continued to ask.

   "Last question, what's your commander's name? What's his rank?"

   Although these were two questions, Bagello answered truthfully.

   "Condela, the commander of the 140,000th Expeditionary Force's 100,000th...about the same level as Dillon."

  Condera?

  Chu Guang said thoughtfully.

"understood."

  Baguero looked at the recording equipment on the side, then looked at Chu Guang, and asked slowly.

   "Can I... get started?"

   turned off the screen projected on the inside of the helmet's eyepiece, and Chu Guang nodded.

"let's start."

  …

   The next day.

   After being tormented by the new alliance's shelling all night, Jinya finally came to the morning sun the next day.

  The heavy rain has stopped for a while, and the sky is beginning to clear.

Golden Teeth filled the streets of the southern city with barricades preventing vehicles from advancing, and deployed thousands of troops in half-collapsed ruins and alleys, preparing and marching new alliance soldiers to the city. Fight to the death.

However--

The final battle that   Gold Teeth and his subordinates imagined did not come.

   After advancing the front line to the southern suburbs of Xizhou City, the troops of the new alliance stood still, and even dug trenches under their noses.

   To build fortifications in front of his own house, of course Jinya couldn't bear it, and immediately dispatched a reserve team of 1,000 people and ordered it to stop it, and by the way, explore the reality of the new alliance.

However--

   Something that made him desperate soon happened.

   That thousand-man team had just come out of the city, and before they even touched the new alliance's position, they were hit by fierce fire.

  Two quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft trucks hid on both sides of the ruins of the viaduct in the south of the city in the middle of the night yesterday. The front of the truck was covered with camouflage cloth, and its muzzle was flattened and aimed at the urban area to the north.

  When the group of people appeared in the field of vision, Brother Mole did not immediately order to fire, but let them go forward for a while.

   It wasn't until they approached a distance of about 400 meters that the group finally discovered the abnormality in front of them. Brother Mole put down the telescope and ordered loudly with excitement.

   "Hit Grandpa hard!"

  The two quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft guns fired at the same time, releasing a fierce rain of bullets.

   The series of "bang, bang, bang--" cannon sounds were like a life-threatening spell.

  Under the coverage of cross-fire, the thousand-man team that went out of the city to meet suffered heavy casualties in an instant, and they were pressed behind the bunker and could not move.

  “啊啊啊——我的腿！”少了一截小腿的掠夺者,趴在碎石堆的后面，抱着膝盖发出了痛苦的哀嚎。

   At this time, several mortar shells fell on their positions one after another, making their situation even worse.

   The centurion on the side had blood-red eyes, with anger and panic in his eyes. Although he wanted to cut off the heads of the blue gophers to make wine jugs, in the end, the fear of death prevailed.

   he shouted in panic behind him.

   "Boss! Their firepower is too strong!"

   "Without the protection of tanks... we simply can't get past it!"

   The implication—

   Withdraw.

   However, their commander obviously did not intend to retreat, and Lord Golden Tooth's order also made him have no way to retreat...

"Everyone spreads out, crawling forward! Their shells are limited, and the victory is us when they reach a distance of 200 meters!" The commander of the marauders who came to the front line commanded, roaring frantically, "Their mortars have already targeted If you don't want to die, just move me!"

   "Who dares to withdraw—"

   "I will kill him now!"

   Hearing this sentence, despair appeared in the eyes of almost all predators.

   The front is the muzzle of the new alliance, the back is the muzzle of their own people, they are caught in the middle, and they are all dead ends.

   Under the constant urging and intimidation of the Thousand Commander, the plunderers lying on the ground began to move forward in desperation.

   Looking at the position ahead, the Elf King Fugui, who was standing behind the half-pierced pier, looked at Brother Mole who was directing the shooting and shouted.

   "They are only 250 meters away from us."

   Irena, who was standing under the pier, was surprised.

   "Good guy, you can climb quite fast."

The ultimate range of the    Tekken Bazooka is about this distance. Climb another fifty to sixty meters, and those predators will be able to fight back.

   Bullets were already whizzing towards this side, hitting the welded steel plates of the truck with a ding ding bang.

   Canyon Fleeing Mole put down the telescope in his hand and waved his right hand back.

   "Withdraw!"

  The two anti-aircraft cards began to retreat.

  The two trucks deployed in the rear slowly raised the muzzles behind them and aimed at the advancing predators. Bang Bang was two 88mm grenades smashed in the past.

  The shock wave of the explosion and the billowing dust that took over took over the fire from the anti-aircraft guns, briefly suppressing the advancing Marauders.

   At this moment, one hundred and fifty sturdy men from the Jungle Corps entered the battlefield.

   Seeing that the anti-aircraft guns finally drove away, the looters had not had time to get excited, and the machine gun fire that was coming in pressed them to the ground again, who were just about to stand up and charge.

   A KV-1 exoskeleton with welded steel plates is in front of it, and the configuration of one LD-47j light machine gun in each hand, the firepower has not decreased but increased compared to before!

   Looking at the battle in front of him, a hint of despair finally appeared on the face of the commander who was in command of the front line.

these people……

   is totally the devil!

   Probably saw the tragic situation on the front line, and a flare was raised from the rear. Looking at the two green lights rising into the sky, the commander finally breathed a sigh of relief and shouted to the brothers on the front line.

   "Retreat!!"

   The looters who have already climbed to the bottom of their guns, can't wait to scold their mothers when they hear this, but it's always a good thing to be able to retreat.

   The looters in the back opened fire and covered the retreat of the brothers in front.

   However, at this moment, a silver cross flew over them silently, and suddenly began to pour ferocious artillery fire.

   In the face of the rain of fire that fell from the sky, not only the thousand-man team that went out of the city to fight was beaten, but the defenders who were squatting inside the city were also dumbfounded.

   What the **** is this? !

Previously, although the planes of the new alliance often **** on their heads, those gliders made of wood, they could still sweep two shuttles with the rifles in their hands, especially when those planes were diving, they even Hit it down once or twice.

   However, the planes that came this time were different from the past. Not only did they have no intention of coming down, but they even fired directly outside their firing range.

   This is a special yarn!

   Confused by the artillery fire from all directions, the thousand-man team that went out of the city to fight could no longer maintain their morale, and fled backwards in an instant.

When    went out of the city, there were still a team of 1121 people. When they came back, they couldn’t even make up two hundred teams, and there was not a single one who survived.

   Looking at the disgraced defeated soldiers, the looters who were squatting behind the bunkers and windows, swallowed their saliva involuntarily, and felt panic in their hearts.

   Facing such a formidable opponent...

   Do they really have a chance of winning?

   At this moment, a transport plane passed over the heads of everyone, the looters squatting on the street fled to the alley one after another, and the looters standing by the window also hurriedly buried their heads to hide.

   The sound of the propellers of the new alliance has become a fear etched in their DNA.

   But soon they discovered unexpectedly that what was dropped this time was not a bomb, but a leaflet that fell like snowflakes...

   "...What is this?" Carefully picking up a piece of paper from the ground, Greyhound unfolded it and glanced at it.

   The workmanship of these papers is very rough, with a line of words on the front and a picture on the back.

He was illiterate and could not understand the meaning of the words, but he could see the following pictures clearly. One was a picture of a corpse that was lying on the side. The number written next to it was probably the number of people killed. As for the background, it should be Songlinyu.

   Another picture shows groups of prisoners, holding bowls in front of a cauldron to receive food.

   In addition, there are several black and white photos printed below.

   Among them, Dillon was recognized by him. There was a cross on the portrait, and there were Lion Tooth and Bear Tooth next to him.

  These are supposed to be captives…

   There was a hint of surprise in the greyhound's eyes, and it was written a bit complicated.

   At this time, there was a small whisper from the side.

   "Becoming a prisoner of the Alliance can save your lives... With this leaflet, you can surrender yourself, and you can be promoted to the supervisor of a prisoner of war camp."

   Greyhound looked aside and saw a small man with a leaflet in his hand, muttering in a low voice.

   noticed the sight of the greyhound, the man was obviously panicked, and hurriedly hid the flyer.

   But Greyhound didn't say anything, just pretended nothing happened and walked over, reaching out and hooking his shoulder.

   "What is written on this paper?"

   The man answered tremblingly.

   "No, nothing... It's just about persuading to surrender."

  The Greyhound asked subconsciously, "Isn't it written how to surrender? Just walk over with the flyer? What if you get killed?"

The    man glanced at the greyhound in surprise, then quickly glanced left and right. Seeing that no one noticed this, he immediately whispered at a fast speed.

   "Just hold up the flyer...don't bring any weapons on you. The soldiers and guerrillas of the New Alliance won't shoot, and you don't want to? We can—"

"Okay, don't talk about it," Greyhound stopped him quickly, staring at him with menacing eyes, "You can pretend that today's event never happened, you didn't say anything, I didn't ask anything, Remember?"

   The man nodded nervously.

  The greyhound patted him on the shoulder, turned around and returned to his position. As for the flyer, he quietly hid it in his pocket.

   He didn't know why he was asking these questions.

   He clearly hadn't thought about surrendering.

   However, when he saw the tragic situation of the friendly troops who went out of the city to fight, he finally didn't have the courage to throw away the flyers...

   is like leaving a way out.

   Greyhound so comforted himself in his heart, and put this matter aside for the time being.

   But at this moment, a broadcast suddenly sounded in the city.

   "...The looters of Xizhou City, the army of the new alliance has already invaded the city, and the sound of the cannons last night was the ultimatum!"

   That loud voice echoed over the city.

   Hearing the deafening broadcast sound, the plunderers looked at each other, and everyone saw confusion in each other's eyes.

  Especially when they heard that the invincible Dillon had been killed and the tanks they were proud of had all been destroyed...

   This is far more desperate than the shelling that lasted all night yesterday.

  …

   "These shameless cowards! Bugs! Cockroaches! Timid fellows!"

  The people of the new alliance did not enter the city, but dropped flyers to persuade them to surrender, which Jinya never thought of.

   What he didn't expect was that they even set up a radio under their noses to convince those soft-hearted **** to surrender.

   Surrender?

   These two words do not exist in the bone-chewing tribe!

   "These filthy gophers, even...with such despicable means!"

   Tore the flyer in his hand into shredded snowflakes, and after venting his anger, Jin Fang looked at the subordinates in the room who did not dare to speak.

   "After you go down, inspect Lao Tzu one by one!"

   "If there is any coward who dares to hide the flyers or talk about those things on the radio, let Lao Tzu peel off his skin and hang it on the window!"

   "Also - keep an eye on your respective defense zones, if they set up the broadcast again, give me the first time to dismantle it!"

   Everyone bowed their heads in trembling fear. Wherever they dared to say a word, they could only nod their heads.

"Yes……"

After    came out of the room, everyone's faces were hazy, and they didn't dare to stop here, and they hurriedly walked towards the outside of the artillery tower.

   "Master Chief has gone crazy..."

   Yanya glanced at the door behind him, swallowed and muttered softly.

   Yun Ya, who was standing beside him, heard these words and was so frightened that he hurriedly gestured with his index finger and made a silent gesture, then glanced left and right.

   "Shh... don't talk nonsense, do you want to die?!"

  Rock Tooth shrank his neck, and immediately closed his mouth instead of opening it.

   Although their leader was also very cruel before, he was nothing compared to now. Last night, a man was hacked to death on the bed with a knife because he mentioned about retreating. The body was hung on a lamp stand, and a sign that said coward was hung around his neck.

   Now the entire tribe, whether it is a direct line or a collateral line or a foreign line, whether it is the minions below or the leaders above, are all shrouded in a terrifying atmosphere, and everyone is in danger...

   In the past, when Dillon was still there, he could still persuade him a few words, but now, this guy can't listen to anyone's opinions.

The idea of ​​   running away suddenly appeared in Yanya's mind, and even he was startled by the thought.

   He killed all the way from the northern part of the River Valley Province to this place. He can be regarded as a person who has experienced many battles, but it is the first time that such a cowardly thought has arisen...

  …

   "Wasteland OL" official website.

  As the war draws to a close, more and more battle videos and screenshots are released, and the popularity of the forum is also increasing.

   Each corps took turns to show their achievements, not only the players enjoyed it, but also the cloud players who had not yet obtained the qualification for the beta test.

   "Fantastic! Stuka got it out!"

   "The ghost Stuka is just a swooping human bomb, okay?"

   "Gunboats! Air gunships!"

"It looks like a C-47, and a bit like a TB-3... but it's actually electric. What kind of battery can it have to match the energy density of fuel?! And the aluminum alloy material is also good enough, the 37mm gun is good enough. The recoil is not too small, it's still bursting."

   "Haha, I heard that the setting is solid hydrogen."

   "Use fuel cells to make propeller planes?! Awesome!"

   "It's all solid hydrogen, why don't you just use the hair dryer? (funny

   "I guess it's to save costs. I think that in the battle yesterday, the rockets only fired one round, and the back was basically bombarded with heavy artillery."

   "I think rather than developing aircraft, we still have to point out tanks first. How about an electric T-72?"

   "Solid hydrogen brand lighters? Why don't we just stick to the fuel, that's safer. (funny

  The focus of cloud players is mostly on those unscientific equipment and overhead technologies that are almost impossible to achieve in reality.

   As for the players...

The focus of    is mostly on the gameplay and strategy of the game.

  For example, Mole Rat is running away in the canyon, he made a special post to show off that he drew the flyers to persuade the surrender dropped by the New Alliance plane!

   But everyone obviously doesn't care about his painting skills, especially when he draws things other than books.

   The post quickly went wrong.

   It's hard for strong men: "Speaking of flyers, I found an easter egg."

   Canyon Fleeing Mole: "What Easter Egg?"

The strong man said: "Hey, I think it's a pity that some flyers are dropped in places where no one is there. I was afraid that the looters would not find them, so I secretly picked up some and stuffed them into the room where they were sleeping. In the afternoon, I wanted to go back. I took a look to see how the effect of persuading surrender, but none of them surrendered, and all five people in the room were hanging outside the windows."

   Fang Chang: "Fuck!?"

   Night Ten: "6666!"

  Yowy: "Wait, why do you hang it outside the window? Σ(дlll

  Makabazi: "Is there any need to ask, you are their leader, and seeing that your subordinates are thinking of running away, you can't do anything?"

   Crow: "It's so miserable..."

  Don't talk shit: "What's the matter, it would be worse if you were caught by them."

  Irena: "Not necessarily, if you say it, maybe it's not miserable, rounding it up is about equal to not being miserable at all. (Funny

  Crow: "Go away! (#｀д′)╰ひ╯"

  The fleeing mole in the canyon: "Hey, the mouse brother is still vicious."

   Elf King Fugui: "Que, this is too vicious. (Funny

   It is difficult for strong people: "??? What is vicious! I am obviously kind! Are you polite?"

  The edge of the water: "Hey, Shike can not be shamed, you have touched their house, let's give them a good time."

   It's hard for a strong man: "I think so too, the problem is that I can't beat it! T.T"

   Picking up litter level 99: "Hahahaha!"

  “…”

   Night.

   Chu Guang, who was resting in the tent, was browsing the forum through the VM.

   When he saw his little players vividly describing the sets of sassy operations, he couldn't help but sighed in his heart.

   "...This is too much punishment!"

   The operation of stuffing flyers under other people's pillows or in their clothes pockets is not the most sao.

   There are also those who waited by the side of the building where the radio was installed, and even installed tripwire grenades in the corridor...

  In order to stabilize shaky morale, looters had to take casualties while venturing deep into weakly controlled urban areas to remove loudspeakers tied to walls, hidden in wrecks of abandoned buses, and mounted on rooftops.

   But soon they found out that it was all in vain.

  The local guerrillas are far more familiar with the terrain outside the Sixin District than they are. They often dismantled the horns in the north and installed the horns in the south.

   is like a gourd that has been pressed, and it is like a gourd, caring for one end, not the other.

  The Burning Corps and local guerrillas wandering in the city can keep an entire team of 100 busy for a long time with just one loudspeaker.

   Throughout the day, the plunderers in the city have not been idle...

   in the communication channel.

   Maban, stationed in Hope Town, routinely reported the progress of his work to Chu Guang, and also reported the situation of persuading him to surrender.

"...As of now, our side has taken more than a hundred prisoners. I was worried that the spies of the looters were mixed in, so I didn't take them to Hope Town, but placed them in an abandoned subway in the east of the city. At the station, the guerrillas are currently watching them."

   After a pause, Maban continued to ask.

   "Do you want to keep these people?"

  Chu Guang smiled lightly and said: "Keep it, we said that we won't kill the prisoners, but we can't keep our word. Besides, it's useful to keep them. Those prisoners of war have to be managed."

  When a person dies, a handful of soil is left, and it can be used as a dry battery when alive. With the ration of the minimum living standard, not much food is needed.

  There are still many resources that can be developed around Xizhou City. Those jobs that ordinary people are unwilling to do must be done by someone.

   When this war is over, the number of prisoners of war will probably be more than the population of the new alliance. It is unrealistic to rely on the NPC corps to manage tens of thousands of people.

   The person who surrenders first will be the overseer, and the person who surrenders later will be the coolie. At that time, he only needs to select a few guards and supervise the overseers.

   Those prisoners who surrendered first, and the prisoners of war caught on the battlefield, naturally stood on opposite sides. In order to prove their loyalty and "different", they will work harder to express themselves and take the initiative to distance themselves from other prisoners of war.

   Probably guessed the manager's intention, Ma Ban said with a knowing smile.

   "I see what you mean!"

  Chu Guang nodded.

   "Just understand, is there anything else?"

   "There is one last thing," after a pause, Maban continued, "among the prisoners who came to surrender today... someone brought a message."

letter?

   sat up straight from the chair, Chu Guang said with interest.

   "Whose message?"

   "A commander named Yanya," Maban said cautiously, "that messenger claimed to be Yanya's henchman, and they were in charge of the defense line on the west side of the Sixin District."

  Chu Guang glanced at the map.

  The west side of the Fourth New District is connected to Xizhou Lake, which is a submerged shoal and swamp. The environment and terrain are dangerous and easy to defend and difficult to attack. It is for this reason that the Ya clan probably won't deploy too many people there.

   But he will definitely arrange his henchmen there.

  Chu Guang's heart moved slightly.

   "What else did he say?"

   Maban continued.

   "The messenger said that their commander was willing to surrender to us and wanted to ask if we could show him a way out..."

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   (Don't dare to talk nonsense, everyone just smile... The next chapter "Northern Expedition Expansion" is over, followed by the chapters of the Great Rift Valley, enterprises and legions.)

   (end of this chapter)