This Game is Too Real

   Outpost reception room.

  Yi Chuan, who came from Embassy Street, finally caught Chu Guang, who had just come out of the shelter, and cut to the chase as soon as they met.

   "Macron in your hands?"

  Chu Guang stared at him and nodded.

   "That's right."

   Yi Chuan was slightly stunned.

   He thought that Chu Guang would make excuses or pretend to be ignorant, but he did not expect to admit it directly.

   Seeing that this guy didn't speak for a long time, although Chu Guang guessed what he was about to say, he still asked politely.

"Any questions?"

  Recovered, Yi Chuan coughed lightly.

"Uh, it's not a big deal, the council asked me to ask you if you can send McClen to us for detention. After all, they are important war criminals, and you send people to dig coal... It's still a bit inappropriate, and it will affect Follow-up ceasefire talks."

   "A ceasefire negotiation?" Chu Guang gave him a strange look, "Where are you now?"

   Knowing that Chu Guang would react like this, Yi Chuan continued patiently.

   "We have liberated Oasis No. 9, and we have captured McClen... We have enough chips in our hands to allow the Legion to sit down at the negotiating table honestly."

   "Talk about what?"

"Of course they are retreating. Their supply lines have been paralyzed, and they have no ability to continue their offensive. We can't break down their defense lines in a short time. Continuing to fight is nothing more than a war of attrition, consuming each other's living strength... Ceasefire already has a realistic basis, They will consider it."

   Seeing what Chu Guang was going to say, Yi Chuan said quickly.

   "Don't veto it in a hurry, let's listen to our proposal first."

  Chu Guang nodded, and his eyes signaled him to continue.

   Yi Chuan paused and continued.

"We plan to use McClen and other prisoners of war, as well as the Heart of Steel, to exchange the crew of the Pioneer. As for the issue of Vault 0, it can be put on hold for the time being... Of course, the Heart of Steel is now being used by you, we do not It will make you pay for nothing. As compensation, we will leave the Trailblazer to you, what do you think?"

   Objectively speaking, this proposal is quite sincere.

  A Pioneer is indeed much more useful to the Alliance than a frigate core modified airship. That thing is a mobile industrial zone. As long as the supply of raw materials is sufficient, it can easily solve the supply of a division.

  Otherwise, the Legion would not be so coveted, and they continued to besiege and intercept, and even sent the Heart of Steel to chase Luo Hua.

   However, there was still a trace of displeasure on Chu Guang's face.

   Is he the kind of person who would betray his allies for profit?

   "What about Oasis No. 3?"

   Yi Chuan was stunned for a moment, looking at Chu Guang with a strange expression, as if he was surprised that he suddenly mentioned this insignificant place name.

   Seeing that Chu Guang was not joking, Yi Chuan calmed down and said in a serious tone.

   "It's not realistic for the Legion to abandon the occupied areas, but we can put pressure on them to force the Legion's own troops to withdraw from Oasis No. 3... As for the rest, leave it to the survivors of the Sunset Province to deal with it themselves."

  Although this is a statement with high emotional intelligence, the implication is obvious, that is, the kingdom of honey badger is sold.

   It’s actually okay to do so.

  The enemy of the enemy is a friend who can unite, but this temporary friendship is established under the condition that the fight still needs to be continued.

   As long as a ceasefire can be achieved and the legion stops continuing to expand eastward, it is just an oasis, and it is completely sacrificed from the standpoint of the enterprise.

   Originally, those people were not on this chariot, they just happened to be squatting in the same trench, and they could only blame themselves for not being able to resist for a week.

   To be honest, Chu Guang didn’t want to fight either, the alliance was just starting, and it was the time when it needed to develop. Peace of course was more in line with the alliance’s interests.

   But only if there is real peace.

   It's not that both sides take a breath and then get up and continue to fight.

   "Even if we leave it to the survivors of Luoxia Province to deal with it, it should be after we liberate Oasis No. 3 and disband the army of the Falcon Kingdom."

   Yi Chuan was stunned for two seconds, then said with a wry smile.

   "My friend...do you think this is realistic?"

   "Why not?" Chu Guang asked rhetorically.

   Yi Chuan reminded.

   "The Legion dispatched ten clone regiments to the front."

  Chu Guang said without hesitation.

   "We'll figure it out naturally."

   Yi Chuan couldn't help but feel anxious.

   "What about after it's settled? How about they dispatch ten more clone groups? How many consumables they want every two years, can you kill them all?"

"Because we can't kill it all, we plan to solve this problem once and for all," Chu Guang stared into his eyes seriously, "My friend, didn't we agree that we would expel all the wolves together. go out?"

   "...That's the overall goal, we didn't expect to achieve it all at once, that's simply unrealistic," Yi Chuan shook his head and continued bitterly, "Just accept it when you see it."

  Chu Guang's expression did not change.

"You have to wait until the fight is over, not half. Our men bleed a lot, and we managed to gain a little advantage and grab the jackal's throat. If we don't take this opportunity to kill it My neck is twisted and I won't be able to sleep."

   Yi Chuan was silent for a while.

   Maybe there will be no progress even if he continues, he sighed as if giving up, and said after taking a step back.

   "Back to the first question, at least extradite General McClen to our side—"

   However, his concessions did not result in any compromises from his allies. Chu Guang still looked like he didn't get in, shook his head and said.

   "Now is not the time to discuss the placement of prisoners of war. Even if we want to discuss it, we have to wait until the war is over."

   Seeing that this guy didn't let a single step, Yi Chuan almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, blushed and said.

   "I can't explain this to the council!"

   Seeing the expression on his face, Chu Guang knew that he was about to push this honest man into a hurry, and quickly put on a soft tone.

   "It's not that I'm trying to embarrass you, it's that the entire alliance will not agree to a truce at this time... Well, I promise you that this war will be ended before the end of the year."

   Yi Chuan gritted his teeth.

   "What if it's not over by the end of the year?"

  Chu Guang said in a relaxed tone.

   "If the end of the year is not over, then I will agree to your terms and sit down with the legion to talk."

  …

  Personal friendship is one thing, and collective interests are another. When negotiating with the company on behalf of the alliance, Chu Guang did not save much face for Yi Chuan.

   The reason why he threw McClen in the coal mine was because he didn't want this guy to have too much contact with the business and leave too many fantasies for old friends on the east coast.

  The council is composed of many people, and the opinions of the majority will inevitably sway with the number of votes.

   The two seemingly contradictory positions of "unswerving support" and "distressed for money and do not want to fight" are not contradictory when it comes to enterprises. Rather, this is the norm.

  Chu Guang is very clear that when his attitude should be tough, he must be tough, and he must not be embarrassed just because he eats soft rice.

Once he made an opening and handed McLen into the hands of the company, the council on the east coast would soon start arguing about "whether or not to negotiate with the legion alone with McLen," in case something went wrong. Come, it will add variables to the battle situation.

   At least in this war, he didn't think it was something to argue about.

   After leaving Chu Guang, Yi Chuan returned to Embassy Street, worrying about how to write his report to the council.

   Coincidentally, Yun Zhen was also here at this time. Seeing the frowning expression on his face, she couldn't help but say.

   "Are there results?"

   Yi Chuan shook his head.

"No."

  Yunyou frowned slightly and lowered her arms.

   "I'll go talk to him."

   Yi Chuan quickly stopped her.

   "Don't... It's hard to make some progress, take your time, leave this to me."

  Yun Ji stared at him for a second, and suddenly said.

   "With all due respect, you are too used to them."

"We paid more than one billion to help them fight this war and help them upgrade their industries. We are the funders! If you don't speak hard, those survivors will only think that you are bullying and even ride on your head. , as it is now... If you don't do well, I will submit a report to the council and ask them to change to a representative who better represents the interests of the business."

   Yi Chuan didn't know how to refute, and said with a wry smile.

   "I'll try again...give me some time."

  …

   couldn't stand Yi Chuan's soft and hard bubbles, Chu Guang finally made a concession, and transferred McClen and his adjutant from the coal mine in Xizhou City and sent them into a separate small room.

   This is not exactly what the council asked for.

  According to Yi Chuan's disclosure, by the end of the month, Ideal City plans to send reporters over to interview General McClen and other captured officers.

   If those reporters were told that the alliance was suspected of "abusing prisoners", it would undoubtedly detract from the image the alliance had managed to build.

  According to Yi Chuan's statement, the residents of Ideal City would prefer to see the Alliance convince people with reason, and use "the brilliance of civilization" to influence the prisoners of war, making them realize that their actions were wrong and barbaric, and repent from their hearts.

  Chu Guang was naturally disdainful of this.

   Since ancient times, it has never been any civilization that can tame beasts, but whips, sticks and little boys. If you really want them to realize their mistakes, you should send them to the coal mine, and realize the difference between man and beast in labor.

   What's more, compared to the way the Willands treated slaves and other survivors, the Union's methods were already merciful to them.

   But considering that the alliance still needs the support of old friends, Chu Guang didn't say much.

   Anyway, the number of prisoners of war in the Alliance has almost caught up with 30% of the total population.

  The coal kiln is not short of one or two.

  …

   Southeast of Oasis 3.

   The battlefield guy who has been showing off his rice in the rear for more than a month, finally took the opportunity to go to the front line and continued to waste food in another place.

   An open-top jeep painted in desert color stopped at the foot of a dune.

   Following Chief Colway to get out of the car, the battlefield guy glanced at the surrounding positions.

  I saw a series of criss-crossed trenches, connecting the layers of mountains into one piece, looking around the mountains and plains like gunshots.

   In addition to the trenches reinforced with wood and sandbags, there are also machine gun forts covered with camouflage nets, and anti-aircraft artillery positions half-buried in sand.

  More than 100,000 infantrymen were scattered on a front line tens of kilometers long, and the entire position was beaten into an iron barrel, so firm that not even a fly could fly in.

   After getting out of the car, Colway looked at the soldiers waiting beside the bunker and instructed.

   "Notify the acting captain of the 7th Centuries, and ask him to come and gather with the whole team."

"Yes, sir!"

  The soldier stood at attention and gave a military salute, and immediately trotted to the anti-gun hole next to him, and quickly trotted back with an officer.

   "Reporting to you from Beaufort, acting captain of the 7th Centurion!"

   After a little wait.

   The squads squatting in the trenches also left their combat positions one after another. Under the command of the ten commanders, they walked to the bunker to gather, barely standing in a fairly neat queue.

   Honestly, if you hadn’t seen the brutal appearance of those clone troopers in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, the warriors would never have imagined how powerful these people could be.

   is different from a normally developed clone.

   Most of these clone troopers are dull-eyed and unresponsive, with some obvious or non-obvious physical defects on their bodies, or open and dark wounds from the previous battle.

   Growth at eight times the speed is their only advantage. It only takes two years to reach the physical fitness of a 16-year-old boy, three years to reach the peak of physical strength, five years to enter the aging period, and the funeral can be handled soon after retirement.

   In fact, no clone troopers can survive to retire safely, and those inherent physical defects are designed to prevent them from longevity and become a burden to society.

   This technique was clearly inhumane in the age of prosperity.

   But in the era of wasteland where nuclear bombs can be thrown at will, obviously no one will care about those minutiae issues.

   "Our thousand-man team is in charge of the G35 defense area, and you are in charge of the G35-7 section... Starting today, these people are your subordinates!"

  Standing next to the battlefield guy, Colway squinted slightly with satisfaction as he looked at the more than 100 clone soldiers in front of the trenches.

  It’s a pity that the supplies didn’t keep up.

  If they had more ammunition, they didn't need to retreat at all, and it was more than enough to level the alliance with this 100,000 army.

   "Can they understand what I'm saying?" The Battlefield guy couldn't help but complain.

   "Of course you can, why can't you understand?"

  Colway put a smile on his face and patted him on the shoulder.

"I know what you're worried about, but don't worry at all. Although they seem to be a little bit dumb, they don't fight at all. As long as they see blood, they will turn into mad dogs who are not afraid of death. Only the last one left... Commanding them is far more worry-free than commanding ordinary soldiers."

   After a moment's pause, he continued.

"In addition, the ten captains here will also assist you in your work. They are all officers of the Falcon Kingdom and have received professional military training. If you have any questions, you can consult them more. Views."

  Colway wasn't worried about the pangolin's fighting power.

  His bravery and loyalty have been tested by practice, but a good soldier may not necessarily become a good general. He still needs to experience the baptism of war to prove that he also has the ability to be no less than others in the art of command.

   Just in time for this rare opportunity, Colway planned to nurture him.

   Knowing the importance of this opportunity, the warlord took a deep breath and nodded earnestly.

"I will remember."

   Thinking that expression was nervous about the upcoming battle, Colway grinned and patted the man in front of him on the shoulder.

   "Relax, there shouldn't be any battles in the short term, but don't be afraid of 10,000 in case... In short, take care of yourself, pay attention to safety, and be careful in everything."

   After leaving this sentence, Colway sat on the jeep next to him and returned in the direction from which he came.

   Looking at the billowing dust disappearing at the end of the dirt road, the expression on the battlefield guy's face did not change, but he sighed in his heart.

   If only there was such optimism.

   On the forum yesterday, he revealed his position in charge of the defense line, and those guys who were so idle were coaxing them to come and give him a big gift.

   Guessing that the attack should be at night, the battlefield guy planned to go around the position twice to get familiar with the terrain and act like it.

   "Your name...is Beaufort right?" The Battlefield guy looked at the former acting captain, and now his identity has changed back to the deputy centurion, as his adjutant.

  The man stood at attention and gave a military salute.

"Yes, sir!"

  The battlefield guy nodded with a solemn expression on his face, glanced at the soldiers present, and continued.

"From now on, I will serve as your commander. No matter where you are from, whether you are nobles or commoners, now you have only one identity, and that is my soldiers! The only thing you have to do is to be strict and disciplined, follow my command, Do what I tell you to do, do you understand?"

  Those clones shook their heads in a daze, looking not very smart.

   However, their superiors' IQs were still normal, and they all stood up straight, raising their voices and echoing back.

"clear!"

"very good!"

  The Field Guy nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Beaufort again, "Let the brothers go back to their respective positions, you take me to the position to see."

   Beaufort stood at attention and gave a military salute.

"Yes!"

  The officers trained by the corps really have nothing to say about discipline.

   What's more, the officers who came from squires have low status, and it is not because of special circumstances that there is no possibility of promotion at all. Therefore, there is no one who does not open his eyes to the provocation of this "Pangolin".

   In addition, Beaufort can see that this airborne centurion is not only powerful, but also a rare awakened person, and he has a close relationship with their centurion, so his words are somewhat pleasing.

  The Battlefield guy didn't take his flattery seriously, he just pretended to affirm his work, and then inquired about the status of the supplies.

   includes how many bullets each soldier has in his hand, including how many machine guns and rifles are on the position, how the squad is staffed, and so on.

   A hundred-man team is roughly equivalent to a company, and a thousand-man team is roughly equivalent to a regiment. After understanding the firepower configuration of the company level, you can basically infer the firepower of the entire regiment.

   As soon as the new centurion asked about the ammunition, Beaufort began to complain.

"...We haven't seen a supply truck that delivers ammunition for a long time. The average ammunition in the soldiers' hands is less than 60 rounds, and the machine gun ammunition is even more precious. Our entire team is divided into two boxes. Why don't you or Cole Lord Wei said hello and asked him to send more ammunition."

   In Beaufort's view, this is also a matter of saying hello. No matter how little supplies are available, there is still a way to give priority to the related households.

   However, what he didn't expect was that the officer in front of him looked upright and sternly rejected him.

   "It's not just us, the whole army is in trouble! How can you trouble Lord Colway because of this little problem?"

   "But with the ammo we have now, I'm afraid a battle—"

   Beaufort became anxious when he heard this, and hurriedly wanted to explain, but he was interrupted mercilessly before he could finish speaking.

   "But what?"

  The fieldman stared at his adjutant intently, secretly happy in his heart, but he still had a serious expression on his face, and he almost didn't hold back his internal injuries.

   "What about your spirit? How about loyalty? What about the oath to sacrifice your life for His Majesty the Marshal? You can't fight without bullets? What about your will and backbone!"

   Beaufort's face was covered with a circle of capital letters, and he couldn't hold a word for a long time with his mouth open, and subconsciously glanced at the officer's nose.

This guy…

   is not a Willante, is it?

   I feel more dazed than the Willante!

   At this moment, a shout came from the direction of the observation post.

   "Unknown armed forces were found 500 meters ahead! There are about a hundred people!"

   "They're on our way!"

   At the same time when the sentry shouted, the entire position immediately sounded the alarm bell, and all personnel entered the fighting position.

  The Battlefielder stopped chatting with Beaufort.

   Hearing that someone was coming, he immediately went to the machine gun position on the front line, picked up the binoculars and glanced at it, and at a glance, he saw the big debtor who rushed to the front.

   This guy is obviously an intelligence type, but he didn't even bring a VM. He was carrying a broken gun that was probably picked up from a previous battle and charged him in the face.

   The battlefield guy holding the binoculars is dumbfounded.

   Good guy.

   This is not even acting!

   Almost didn't write the words "I'm here to give people's heads" on his face.

   also looked at those who were attacking from the front, but Beaufort, who was standing aside, frowned, not taking it lightly because the enemy was full of flaws.

   They don't have much ammo.

   Even with this kind of suicidal charge, if there are a few more waves, they will still be unable to hold on. And Lord Keelway had specially instructed that they must not let the other party see that there was a problem with their supply situation.

   He couldn't help being caught in a dilemma for a while.

Is the    machine gun position open or not?

   "It should be a temptation by a small group of enemies!" Beaufort gritted his teeth, and the officer on the same side whispered, "It is recommended to put them in and fight!"

  The Battlefielder nodded subconsciously, but quickly realized that he was on the Legion's side, so he kicked the dazed machine gunner aside without saying a word.

   "What are you doing all this time?"

   "Hit Lao Tzu hard!"

   Without waiting for the stubborn machine gunner to figure out the situation, the fieldman squatted on the machine gun position, grabbed the grip to open the safety, and swept away with a shuttle to the good brother who was 300 meters away.

   There were exaggerated screams in the distance, but they were soon drowned in the noise of bullets.

   Seeing the tongues of flame spitting from the machine gun positions, the infantrymen squatting in the trenches also opened fire, and the hundreds of people who charged towards the position were instantly beaten into sieves.

  There are large open spaces on the Gobi Desert, without the cover of armored units and artillery fire, the moment they emerge, they are doomed to death.

   Not to mention the awakened ones, the managers are not easy to use.

  As the smoke cleared, there were no living people in front of the camp.

   "Cease! All cease! They're dead!" Beaufort, who was standing aside, shouted desperately.

   If it wasn't for the fact that this guy was his superior, if it weren't for the fact that he might not be able to beat him, he would have wanted to rush up and kick this pangolin's ass.

   In fact, the infantrymen in the trenches had already ceased fire when they saw the dead light on the other side, but the officer lying on the machine gun position seemed to be red-eyed and completely unaware.

   In just half a minute, this guy can't wait to empty the ammunition of a ten-man team!

   Until the sound of a "click" metal hammer sounded, the index finger stuck to the trigger was finally removed, and Beaufort's blood pressure dropped along with it.

   Looking at the empty chain and the red-hot barrel, the battlefield guy clicked his tongue unsatisfied, and let go of the machine gun grip that was faintly hot.

   Seeing that both the machine gunner and his adjutant were staring at him with murderous expressions, the battlefield man was stunned for a moment, and quickly coughed lightly, reminding them that he was the superior.

   "Cough...don't worry about ammunition, the more ammunition you lack, the less you can let the other side look down on it!"

   "Eighty percent of the commanders on the opposite side are watching. If we let them know that we are short of ammunition, next time it will not be a centenary, but planes, tanks, and thousands of people!"

   "As long as it can destroy their living force, this ammo is worth it!"

   Beaufort nodded in confusion.

  Although it feels like there are problems everywhere, it also sounds reasonable. After all, they destroyed a centurion, which was a great achievement.

   Looking at the corpses outside the camp, he suddenly felt that his originally tense mood was relieved a lot.

   Before seeing the friendly troops who were withdrawing from the front line, one or two were leaning on crutches and looked scared. He thought how terrible those people were.

   Now it seems that I think too much...

   "It feels like the Alliance is nothing more than that."

   While saying this, Beaufort suddenly regained his confidence.

   Looking at the pile of corpses in front of him, the warlord mourned for a second in his heart for his good brothers, and then looked at the officers standing aside.

   "Who will bring someone up to see."

"I!"

   The ten commander, who was squatting in the trench next door, raised his hand voluntarily, his face full of eagerness to try, obviously intending to show it in front of the newly appointed chief.

   Beaufort wanted to raise his hand, but when he saw that someone had taken the lead, he took it back.

  The battlefield guy looked at the young man and nodded.

   "Not bad, very energetic, hurry up and come back!"

"Yes, sir!"

   The ten commander laughed, grabbed the Ripper rifle leaning against the edge of the trench, and took five clone infantry soldiers out of the trench and walked towards the pile of corpses.

   Lack of ammunition on the front.

  The enemy's weapon can of course be recovered a little bit.

  By the way, you can also touch it to see if there is any oil and water that can be hidden.

   The young man just stepped forward and was about to reach out to touch the first corpse.

However, I don't know if a switch was touched, or the person lying on the ground was not completely dead. He pulled the grenade, only to hear a bang and suddenly exploded on the ground. The people in the trenches subconsciously buried their heads. Just then looked outside.

"Grass!"

   "It's a booby trap!"

   "Kemis!"

   Beaufort stared outside the trench, shouted with red eyes, and when he saw no response, he slammed his fist on the sandbag.

   "Damn! He's dead!"

   There was silence in the trenches.

   Looking at the pile of dead people filled with gunpowder smoke, everyone looked at each other, and many people swallowed their saliva unconsciously.

   This is the first death they have been around since they were sent to the front.

   Looking at the ten commander who had been blown to pieces, the warlord also stared blankly for a long time.

   It’s okay to have booby traps in your clothes.

   This is so different from what we said yesterday?

   It's a pity that I didn't go up to pretend, otherwise I would go back to my hometown to reunite with my brothers just now.

   I didn't expect that I would suffer a battle loss on the first day I took office, and the warlord's mood was also complicated, and he shook his head dumbfoundedly.

  The brothers were afraid that it would be too boring to be an undercover agent, and they always felt that this official position would not be peaceful.

   reached out and patted the deputy ten commander who was pale and speechless, and he said with a light cough.

   "...Now you're the ten commander."

   "Do well, don't let me down."