This Game is Too Real

   Chapter 442 Counterattack time!

   "Boom!!!!"

  The city of abundance.

   Outside the embankment.

   A loud bang shattered the silence of the afternoon.

  The swirling gravel and dust fell like raindrops, causing the soldiers of the Falcon Kingdom who were squatting in the trench to lower their heads subconsciously, blocking the lunch box in their arms.

"Oh shit--"

   "My ears...grass!"

   "What's that sound?"

   "Nuclear bomb..."

   This is a rumor circulating in the military recently.

The    Legion intends to use a nuclear bomb to wipe the City of Plenty off the map.

  Is it…

   Already used?

   Covering his stinging ears, a soldier struggled to stand up from the ground, found a steel helmet and put it on, stuck half of his head out of the trench, and looked eagerly in the direction of the city of abundance.

However……

   That desperate embankment still stands.

   A hint of despair flashed through his numb pupils.

   As if realizing something, he turned his stiff neck and wanted to turn around.

   And the moment he looked behind him, the shriveled pupils suddenly let out the light, and the despair hidden in the depths of the window of the soul also scattered on the whole face at the same time.

cigarette.

fire.

   Floating heat waves.

   The whole world seems to be on fire.

   The wriggling black smoke connects the sky and the ground, like a torrent sloping down from the Styx, no matter whether it is up, left, or right.

The center of the    explosion was a 100-meter-wide deep pit. The broad battlefield was directly wiped off by a corner. The soil, gravel, and corpses that were lifted up... buried the winding trenches.

   There was no wailing there.

   There is only dead silence.

   He remembered that it was the position of the 100,000th team and the 7th team. He even remembered that the boys had just switched defenses with the 20,000th team and the 4,000th team who were disabled yesterday.

   His Adam's apple moved slightly, and the sound of swallowing saliva was the only sound left in this silent world.

   At this moment, it suddenly started to rain.

   Raindrops are red.

   He raised his trembling right hand and touched the tip of his nose with his index finger. The hot and sticky touch made his heart almost stop beating.

   It rained suddenly.

   From the drizzle to the pouring and swaying, and became hard and fast, more and more minced meat and bone **** fell from the air, making a tinkling sound like hail on his steel helmet.

   What is all this for?

  What is the meaning of his existence here?

  Fear finally destroyed the soldier's inner defense. Kneeling in the trenches, he hugged the steel helmet with both hands and let out a heart-piercing cry.

   And in the distance are the deafening cannons, the continuous gunfire, and the sound of the tank's tracks rolling forward together with the shouting and killing...

  The anger and hatred of tens of thousands of people completely brought the remnants of the trenches back to reality from that silent world——

   "Kill—!"

  …

"boom--!"

  The thunderous cannon sound was like a horn, shattering the surrounding clouds, pushing the Heart of Steel, which was cruising under the clouds, to shake gently.

  The thick and long smoke column rose from the 400mm main gun, drawn a parabola with perfect curvature, and attacked the surface with the propeller plane that dived downward.

   Looking at the pillar of fire rising from the surface, Commander Springs, who was standing beside the deck railing of the Heart of Steel, couldn't help but clicked his tongue with emotion.

   "...This yield is probably no smaller than a tactical nuclear bomb."

   And environmental protection and no radioactive dust.

   It’s just that the hole is a bit big, and it is estimated that it will take a lot of effort to fill it.

  Speaking of which, the last time I saw this thing firing was still on the ground, but now from a different perspective, it gave him a completely different feeling.

   In the face of the firepower of this "air battleship", the Falcon Kingdom's siege of the city of abundance is disintegrating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The aviation formation of the    Goblin Corps cruised along the edge of the blast shock wave, and the cannons of forty W-2 ground attack aircraft continued to fire and lick the ground, and this was the second round of air strikes.

   I looked at the spring standing aside the darkest.

   "When are we going?"

   "It's not time for us to go."

   "Fuck, it's all over!"

"The airship is the protagonist of this war. Let us leave the charge to our allies. Our role is to appear at a key position at a critical moment, such as carrying anti-tank weapons when the enemy's armored forces suddenly arrive. Reinforcements, etc... But it seems that it is unnecessary now." Commander Quan Shui took out his binoculars and glanced at the ground.

   The enemy lines were disintegrating faster than expected.

   It seems that the Legion should have given up this position...

   A string of black dots appeared in the sky in the distance.

   The Falcon Kingdom's squadron tried to save the battle, and thirty "Eagle" propeller planes entered the battlefield from the northwest.

   However, from the moment the flashing red dots appeared on the radar screen of the Heart of Steel, their end was already doomed.

   "Master, the enemy plane has entered the firing range!"

In the    communication channel, Xiao Qi was full of energy.

   Chu Guang, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bridge, looked at the clear sky in the distance, and announced their deaths with a sound without waves.

   "Fire."

"receive!"

   The playful voice just fell, and the fire and rain all over the sky lit up the sky in an instant. The thick smoke and firelight that burst out one after another formed an impermeable wall, and there were dark clouds in the clear sky.

   In the face of that overwhelming firepower, any evasive maneuvers were meaningless at this moment.

  If you can't break through the entire airspace in one breath, being smashed into a sieve by countless shrapnel is the only outcome.

   Phinold, who was standing not far away, swallowed.

   The Heart of Steel is real, so this guy can understand it.

   He even had the illusion that the airship was in the hands of the demon, and the combat power was directly raised by an order of magnitude.

Under the coordination of the shelter server and the shelter's AI system, the performance of each anti-aircraft gun of the Heart of Steel was squeezed to the limit, and even covered those explosive shrapnel that did Brownian motion in a probabilistic sense. In the case of the same efficiency, the volume is expanded by 1.5 times!

   Especially the idea of ​​turning the deck into an airstrip.

   even made his jaw drop to the ground in shock.

  The Heart of Steel can indeed carry carrier-based aircraft, but it usually carries vertical take-off and landing aircraft.

   This kind of gameplay of throwing a propeller plane outside like a paper plane is a bit beyond his imagination.

  Are they not worried at all about accidents?

   "Enemy air units have been wiped out!"

   Xiaoqi's report came from the communication channel.

  Chu Guang nodded slightly, withdrew his gaze from the smoky sky in the distance, and looked again at the city of abundance not far away.

I saw that on the battlefield covered with thick smoke, the scarab 10,000 team led by Prince Winter was smashing out from the west gate of the river bank. With the assistance of the Honey Badger Kingdom Restoration Army, they completely defeated the 10,000th person of the Falcon Kingdom. Team's line of defense.

   In fact, the Falcon Kingdom's defenses were on the verge of collapse before they broke the embankment.

   Thirty W-2 ground attack aircraft took turns to dive and strafe and bombard, almost paralyzing the fixed fire points on the position.

   A total of four 400mm heavy high-explosive bombs and heavy incendiary bombs fell from the sky, which directly overwhelmed the psychological defense line of the soldiers of the Falcon Kingdom.

   The number of soldiers who put down their weapons and raised their hands to surrender is far more than the number of people killed by artillery on the spot.

  Although the majority of them were stubbornly resisting, they still could not change their already doomed defeat.

  Nuclear bombs were not deployed at the nearest airfield, and the Legion did not even approve them to put in more planes.

  Even as early as last night, the Alliance's reconnaissance plane found that at least three ten thousand troops and two artillery squadrons had withdrawn to the northwest.

   Those who stayed behind were all abandoned sons fed by Griffin to the Alliance.

   In the case that the supply line to the north cannot be maintained, this is the most realistic judgment, and Griffin's choice is more decisive.

  The fortress that cannot be attacked will simply give up, and when the situation is not right, it will not hesitate to change its strategy, and it will not take the seemingly inconspicuous alliance lightly.

   This old fox is more cunning than he imagined.

   Taking care to be the best, Chu Guang did not order the airship to go deep behind the enemy and pursue the retreating enemy.

The    Alliance would not design a weapon that the Alliance could not deal with. He had reason to believe that the Legion also held a hole card that could solve the Heart of Steel.

   According to Yin Fang, the chief researcher of the Alliance, the technology of manipulating gravitons is not impeccable, otherwise the Prosperity Era would not have come to a scrawled end.

   When he has to give it a shot, he will not hesitate to put up all the chips, but when there is a more secure choice, he will not hesitate to choose the latter.

  The Heart of Steel will not leave the front line and go deep behind the enemy. Chu Guang will personally lead the flagship and move forward steadily with the front line.

  There is no suspense in the counterattack in the city of abundance.

   In contrast, he was more worried about the situation to the south.

   If his initial strategic judgment was correct, the Legion's nukes should have been deployed to the Lost Valley airfield...

   Staring at the battlefield outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Vanus pondered for a moment, then suddenly said.

"too fast."

  Chu Guang looked at him.

"quick?"

   "Well..." Vanus nodded and said thoughtfully, "I didn't even see the slightest bit of effective resistance."

  Chu Guang smiled lightly.

   "Isn't that bad?"

   "It's not bad, it just makes me feel a little weird..."

  Vanus pondered for a moment, then suddenly said.

"What about Griffin's tank? We haven't seen a single tank since yesterday. The Restoration Army of the Honey Badger Kingdom rushed into the river bank almost without hindrance. If I were him, I would never let that The two armies successfully joined forces."

   A tank without an infantry is a spear without a handle.

  The situation at that time could have sent several anti-tank teams to cooperate with the armored troops to intercept the Restoration Army of the Honey Badger Kingdom.

   You don't even need to wipe them all out.

  The Falcon Kingdom only needs to drag them and drag them under the embankment. Once the tank stops, no matter how hard it is, it will be an iron coffin.

   "Even if this is the Sunset Cloud Province far away from the west coast, even if they have that many tanks here combined, it's too strange..."

   paused for a few seconds, looking at Chu Guang, who was in deep thought, Vanus continued to talk about his views.

   "No way, all the tanks are at Camp 530, right?"

  …

  East of Oasis No. 4, in the desert 300 kilometers away from Double-headed Peak, dusk gradually shrouded this land.

  Tanks are looming in the yellow sand flying in the sky, revealing only a thick and long barrel and a turret covered with a desert-colored camouflage net.

  The front of the car body is reinforced with sandbags and completely buried in sand.

  These tanks are mainly Conqueror V light tanks and No. 10 heavy tanks.

  In order to make the front line long enough, the distance between the tanks is very wide, and the large gaps in the middle are filled by foxholes where infantrymen are lying on their backs.

   On the northernmost side of the front, there was a tank with a strange shape.

   It has no turret, the barrel is buried in the wedge-shaped body, and what is even more surprising is that its tracks are not embedded in the body, but connected to the outside of the body like tires.

   The officer in navy blue uniform showed half of his body on the roof of the car, holding a telescope in his hand, and his raised nose pointed straight to the east.

   His name is Stan, he is a tank commander under Griffin's command, and he is also the commander of the 1st Armored Motorcycle Thousand Team directly under the Falcon Kingdom.

   A few days ago, General Griffin personally explained the operation to him.

"...Our plan is not foolproof, and if they see through our plan, sending a motorized force to raid our airport is their only option, and it is also their last hope. What you have to do is to bring them to the last That door is blocked!"

  Although all of this is based on the assumption that "the Alliance has seen through their plan", and this possibility is very small.

   But not without.

   But Stan isn't worried.

   Fifty Conqueror V light tanks, forty Conqueror No. 10, No. 11 heavy tanks, and the "prowler" under him.

   In addition to a thousand motorized infantrymen, and a large number of anti-tank and anti-infantry equipment, a huge net has been opened on the front line more than ten kilometers wide.

   Whether it is a thousand people.

   is still ten thousand people!

   Don't even think about going over this wall!

   At this time, the sound of the scout reporting the discovery of enemy vehicles came from the communication channel.

  Although the sand here is covered with rust and the signal is intermittent, he still hears those key words clearly.

  The scout hung up the phone after repeating it several times.

  Stan put down the telescope in his hand, supported the headset hanging on one side, and gave an order in a ruthless voice.

   "Attention to all ministries, the enemy units are advancing from the due south to the G5 area."

   "Battle begins!"

The moment the    voice fell, a deafening explosion suddenly came from afar, and a column of smoke slowly rose from the horizon.

  Stan's face showed a slightly astonished expression.

   The direction that the smoke is rising...

   seems to be his position?

   Even when he had already ambushed in advance and the scouts had completed their search for the enemy in advance, he was even hit by the opponent...

how is this possible!

   A noisy, chaotic sound came from the earphones.

   "...Here is the 7th squad, 'Hunter' and 'Obsidian' were destroyed! We were attacked by a group of enemy tanks and needed reinforcements!"

"Grass--"

   A deafening cannon shot interrupted the voice of the tank commander. The gunner yelled and yelled, and the loader tried his best to stuff the cannonball into the cannon. From the banging sound and the coaxial machine gun bursting, it was not difficult to feel the anxiety and chaos of the battle.

   When he heard that the "Hunter" was destroyed, Stan's brows finally frowned.

  'Hunter' and 'Obsidian' are the code names of the No. 3 and No. 4 crews of the 7th squad respectively - a Conqueror No. 10 and No. 11 heavy tanks!

   Needless to say about the former.

  The latter has an equivalent armor of nearly 1.5 meters thick!

   Not only have gap interlayers and anti-armor-piercing linings, but also sandbags as cover.

   Such a "mobile fortress", how can it not be penetrated by one shot? !

   No matter what happens to Team 7, now is not the time to hesitate.

  Stan didn't have time to be surprised, let alone say nonsense, half of his body immediately retracted into the "Prowler" tank.

   With the sound of a piercing electric current, the surface of the gray-black tank seemed to be coated with a transparent film, and there was even a layer of frost on the shadow under the gun barrel!

   Communication was completely cut off.

  Before the silence, he handed over the command to the captain of the 1st Armored Motorcycle Thousand Team directly under the Falcon Kingdom.

   And what you get for this is almost invincible armor!

   Those indigenous people would never have imagined that the Legion still holds this trump card!

  Stan's mouth curled into a cold arc.

   Holding the control handle of the gun with both hands, he calmly turned on the switch of the rangefinder and the optical zoom sight, while looking at the driver sitting in front and giving the order.

   "Target G5 area—"

"go ahead!"

  Hunting——

here we go!

  …

  In the endless sand sea, a confrontation broke out between the Alliance's Skeleton Corps and the Falcon Kingdom's Armored Thousands.

  35 No. 2 tanks and 500 Panzergrenadiers fought against nearly 100 Conqueror tanks and nearly 1,000 light infantry relying on fortifications.

  Although the perception system player's premonition of crisis and the wealthy man's "thermal vision" helped the Skeleton Corps discover this ambush in advance, they were able to deploy personnel and equipment in an emergency before the encounter broke out, avoiding being caught by surprise.

   But it still doesn't change the difference in numbers between the two sides.

   Both sides are elites of their respective camps, and each has hidden cards that each other does not understand.

   This is bound to be a tough fight!

   The collision of iron and blood has just kicked off, and the battle 200 kilometers away has already become intensified.

   The defenders stationed in the Petra fortress almost came out of their nests. Nearly 20,000 soldiers with high morale gathered under the command of Lord Sion and followed the guidance of faith to the Lost Valley.

  The transportation of the entire Petra fortress was temporarily recruited, whether it was motorcycles, trucks, bullock carts, and horse-drawn carriages, all of which were used to transport troops and materials and tow artillery. The mighty dust was like a rolling sandstorm.

   And General McClane was obviously not blind, and he quickly sensed the movement in the west, so he immediately dispatched his subordinates to form a formation along the wreckage of Highway 7.

   A fierce exchange of fire broke out between the two sides in the area 50 kilometers away from the airport.

   As neither side was prepared for the war, the exchange of fire quickly turned into a tragic melee.

   The front line stretched for more than ten kilometers, and there were gunshots and cannonballs everywhere.

   The two sides could only rely on the general direction to barely distinguish between the enemy and the enemy in the gradually falling dusk, and then opened fire in the direction where the gun flames flickered.

   As for the advance and retreat of each unit or the defense on the spot, you need to rely on the occasional small note sent by the messenger.

  The sunset stretched the shadow of the valley, and the entire desert was plated with a layer of blood.

   Just as the battle was heating up, a cuirassier troop of about a thousand people, led by the captain of the guards of Lord Shane, went around the Zobal Mountains to the south of the Lost Valley.

The    Legion and most of the Falcon Kingdom were pinned to the east and north.

  This is a weak link in the defense line, with only a few machine gun positions and sentry towers standing.

They will serve as a dagger through the softest belly of the beast and out of its back to disrupt the planes parked at the airfield north of the camp with explosives and grenades on horseback, or at least the runway... …

   Accompanying them was a group of White Bear Knights driving an armed truck.

   "We'll just part here."

   The captain of the personal guard reined in the reins, rode his horse to the front of the truck, looked at the three and one bear on the truck and continued.

   "We will destroy those two planes as much as possible, as for the ritual of preventing evil spirits from being called up to you!"

   Sesame paste in the passenger seat nodded earnestly.

   "Leave it to us... Be careful on your way."

"I will."

   The captain of the guard grinned, raised his right fist and knocked on the steel plate breastplate, then pulled the reins to turn the black warhorse around, and grabbed the carbine hanging on the horse's back.

   No rhetoric.

   also did not have a loud slogan.

   He just kicked the horse's stomach and rode to the front of the team. Seeing this, more than a thousand cavalrymen behind him followed him in tacit understanding.

Then--

   began to charge.

  The sound of horseshoes was like thunder rolling on the ground, setting off endless dust on the Gobi Desert, and rushed towards the legion's station without hesitation.

   "I didn't expect to see cavalry charge in the 24th century..."

  Rourou's face was full of surprise, and he was staring at the north direction.

"Oh……"

   Holding the tail of the machine gun, he also looked to the north, and while surprised, he couldn't help but muttered in a low voice.

   "...Hope you guys can come back alive."

   Those people made her feel like she was alive.

   "It's time for us to act too."

  Siss glanced at the rear-view mirror and then at the co-pilot next to him.

   After receiving a pair of firm eyes in response, she restarted the truck and headed for the south side of the Lost Valley.

The    Petra cavalry was targeting the defensive line on the south side of the Lost Valley and the airfield on the north side.

   The odds of them being able to penetrate this line of defense are only 50%, and this is still the most optimistic situation.

   As for them, the target is the Lost Valley.

  Siss did not expect that they could receive tasks from managers through the official website outside the communication range.

   But the destination of the mission coincides with the goal of their trip, which is within the ruins of the "river bank".

  According to the various clues collected, the Legion was looking for something there.

   No matter what that thing is, they must not be allowed to find it.

   It sounds weird.

  The news about Oasis No. 4 and the Lost Valley on the official website is basically updated by herself. It stands to reason that apart from the players, the NPCs in the alliance will not know what happened here.

   Can NPCs also be able to access the Internet?

   If this is the case, then this game is too "real"...

  …

  The north side of the Lost Valley, the legion station, in the camp of the command post.

General    McClane was standing in front of the strategic map and a radio station, directing the deployment and deployment of front-line troops.

  The soldiers of the Hump Kingdom are not the opponents of the Falcon Kingdom at all, and the two sides are not on the same level in terms of military theory and organization.

  The only advantage of the former is probably the one of piety, and this advantage is often difficult to play on the frontal battlefield.

   The Petra fortress, which only had nearly 20,000 hands, could not be his opponent.

  Although everything is still under his control, he still feels unsteady with his feet on the ground.

  Unfortunately, it will take a little time to get the airship back.

  Thinking of this, McLen couldn't help but start scolding mother in his heart.

   Until now, he didn't realize that he was being used as a gun by that skunk.

   He clearly came here to find the shield core of that Titan!

   As long as you secretly take that core away, and then turn it into a weapon and fire it at the heart of steel, you can make that thing fall from the sky.

   As a result, that guy Griffin suddenly gave him an order, insisting that he build an airport.

   Although he was very happy to be able to throw a nuclear bomb on the Union's head, it was another matter to become the front line because of it.

it's good now.

The    Alliance has seen through the skunk's crappy plan, and somehow persuaded the Hump Kingdom that was riding the wall.

   Now there are only one or two 10,000-strong teams, and it is not difficult to deal with.

   What about after that?

   Now that the nuclear strike plan has been seen through, the alliance must have sent troops to advance here, and the nuclear bomb dropped in Qingquan City will not be able to annihilate those troops together.

   Not only that, but the defenders of the Petra fortress are currently sending troops, and the No. 4 oasis next door is stationed with nearly 100,000 standing troops!

   No matter how elite the Falcon Kingdom troops trained by the Legion are, they are not superhumans out of ten.

  At that time, I'm afraid he will have to escape by plane again...

   "It's time." The pilot in the command post glanced at his watch again.

   Actually, it was still a while before the planned time, but staying here always made him feel a strong sense of unease.

  Macron waved his hand.

   "Come on... go and come back."

The    pilot nodded, picked up the helmet on the table, and walked outside the tent.

  The **** wingman has taken off under his order, and after confirming the safety of the nearby airspace, the H-55 "Hurricane" with a nuclear warhead will also take off later.

   At the same time that the pilot left the command post, an officer trotted in, gave a military salute beside General McClen, and reported loudly.

   "Report! A cavalry unit appears to the south of us!"

   Staring at the strategic map on the table, McClen calmly ordered.

   "Transfer the 5 wheeled reconnaissance vehicles in the camp, and notify Wester, let him bring the motorcycle centenary in the camp to the south side of the camp to support! Be sure to stop them from approaching the runway of the airport!"

"Yes!"

  The officer gave a military salute and trotted out immediately.

   Watching the back disappearing into the doorway, McClen's heart relaxed a little.

   He kept this troop on hand and did not send it to the front line, just to guard against sneak attacks by the natives.

   Those savages really came!

   cavalry?

   McClen sneered.

   He will let those people know what a foolish decision it was to go against the Legion.

   But at this moment, the air defense siren suddenly sounded outside the tent.

   McClen was stunned for a moment, suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

   Besides here, is there any other airport nearby?

   At this time, an officer opened the tent's curtain and walked in quickly from the outside.

  Macron read the grimness of the situation from that panicked face.

   Before he could open his mouth to ask, the officer quickly reported.

   "A plane is approaching us—"

   "Is it an alliance or an enterprise?" McClen grabbed his collar and asked hurriedly, "Where's our plane? Has it taken off?"

   After a series of questions, the officer who asked the question had a tingling scalp.

   Looking at the nose that was almost poking into his eyes, he shook his head nervously.

"I have no idea."

-

   (Thanks to the leader of "Canglan Fate" for the reward!!! The rhythm of one volume a month, this volume is almost finished, I seem to have forgotten to divide it again...)

   (end of this chapter)