This Game is Too Real

   One thing Daniel guessed right.

   His higher command was indeed in trouble.

   And the trouble is not small.

   At the same time that the Skeleton Corps attacked his position, five "Cloudfly" flappers had passed through the left flank of their defense line and continued to penetrate in the direction of depth.

  Because it was flying at a low altitude almost close to the ground, the G40-1 position under the coverage of artillery fire did not notice the five flappers at all, and the rear radar was even more unprepared.

  When the five flappers were exposed to the radar, the remote-controlled missiles they launched had also landed precisely on the air defense positions deployed by the Legion on the hills and ridges as planned.

   The fire and air waves of the explosion engulfed the anti-aircraft guns and sandbags in an instant.

   From the front line to the command post, there are twisted steel and burning positions along the way, looking down from the air like a bonfire.

At the same time when the air defense system of the No. 40 defense area was paralyzed, twenty H-1 "Dragonfly" transport planes also arrived over the battlefield as scheduled, carrying the five hundred elites of the Burning Corps directly over the line of defense stationed by the 40th thousand people, towards Wan Wan. The team's command post dashed forward.

   Fifty W-2 "Mosquito" attack aircraft took off from the Heart of Steel one after another, and merged with the "Dragonfly" transport aircraft that arrived at the rear, performing **** missions and providing air support for the airborne troops.

  Everything went as planned.

   At the same time, the face of the earth shrouded in the shadow of the aircraft was filled with panic and bewilderment.

   A centurion looked up at the sky and said in a trembling voice.

   "Plane! Alliance plane!"

   stood not far from him, the quartermaster in charge of logistics swallowed his saliva, and there was a slight tremor in the center of his voice.

   "Damn. How come there are so many!"

   At this time, the air raid siren finally sounded belatedly, and everyone hurriedly picked up their weapons and scattered outside the camp, causing the entire camp to become a mess.

   "Where's our plane?!"

"do not know"

   "Damn!"

"In the end what happened? !"

   Until the day before yesterday.

The   broadcast is still reporting on the heroic achievements of the pangolins, and the Triumph is still showing off the spoils that fill several warehouses on the headline panel.

The image of the    Alliance's vulnerability has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and no one doubts that as long as the ammunition is delivered, they will be able to drive those natives out of this desert in minutes.

   However, one by one

   The situation at this moment was deviated from their cognition.

  Especially when the Alliance's plane appeared overhead, many people even thought they were dreaming and hadn't woken up yet.

  Standing at the door of the command tent, Commander Pellaeon stared at the sky in a stunned manner, and did not say a word for a long time.

   came back to his senses in an instant, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the collar of the adjutant next to him, and spit and roared.

   "Where's our anti-aircraft guns! And ten thousand troops on the front line! Why is there no news at all!"

   The adjutant who was grabbed by the collar was pale, and his lips trembled for a long time before he squeezed the words out of his throat.

   "Frontline. The news came just now that the 100th troops stationed in the No. 1 section of the defense line were bombarded by the Heart of Steel"…

  Pereon's eyes widened.

   Before the adjutant could finish speaking, he roared and ordered.

   "Tell Daniel, let him hold on at all costs! Even if he can't hold on, give me at least half an hour!"

   The bitterness on the adjutant's face was even more intense.

  Daniel?

   It is unknown whether that guy is alive or not.

  From the beginning, they lost contact with position 1.

  According to the news from the No. 2 position, the soldiers there saw that the flames of the explosion almost engulfed the entire position of the friendly army next door, and even squatting in the trenches could even feel the earth tremble.

   Not only that, but they also saw the Heart of Steel, which was previously taken by the Alliance, and also appeared in the sky.

   Obviously, this time the alliance is real.

The adjutant's Adam's apple moved, and he said in a hoarse voice.

   "There is no response from the other end of the communication channel. They are 80% bad luck."

"Grass!"

  Pellaen scolded loudly, dropped the adjutant's collar with force, walked quickly to the radio station in the command tent, grabbed the earphone and put it on his head.

  These rubbish!

   called the 10,000-strong team headquarters, and he almost used all his strength to roar in the communication channel.

   "Here is the 40th Thousand!"

   "We were attacked by the Alliance! They sent the main force, including the Heart of Steel and tanks!"

   "We can only last an hour at most! Please send reinforcements immediately!"

   "Repeat, send reinforcements one by one immediately!"

   Most of the 40th Thousand's ammunition was distributed to Area 53.

  Pellaen knew very well that with this weapon alone, it was simply not enough to deal with such an intensive offensive by the Alliance.

   Maybe the Legion will win the final.

   But the self who was targeted by the alliance is probably going to be gone.

   However, he couldn't figure it out, whether from a strategic or tactical point of view, the No. 40 defense zone was not the best attacking target.

   Even if we win this place, it will be difficult to open a breakthrough in the whole battle situation.

   But why did the Alliance focus on you?!

   But now is not the time to think about it.

   Frontline troops suffered heavy losses.

   To be able to break through the line of defense they had prepared for more than a month in such a short period of time, the opponent must have invested a sufficient number of armored units.

  If you can't get over the current difficulties, don't talk about the future.

   reported the situation to the higher-level command unit, and Pellaeon immediately rushed to the combat position with the Guards, and reorganized the combat units at all levels in the camp with his own men.

  Although the air attack was caught off guard, the soldiers of the Legion were far more well-trained than those of the Falcon Kingdom. Even if they were already at an absolute disadvantage in strategy, they still did not flee with morale collapsed.

   but one by one

   This is not enough to give them much chance of winning.

   Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, twenty "Mosquito" attack planes broke away from the flight formation, turned their noses down, and launched the attack first!

   "The B formation continues to escort, the brothers of the A formation follow me!"

   "Turn on all the buzzers! Their anti-aircraft sirens are too low to be eaten! Let's add more food to them haha!"

   snorted in the communication channel, and the mosquito who led the flight reached out and turned on the buzzer switch excitedly. …

   The long, harsh chirping resounded in the air, like the horn of death.

   Twenty 100kg bombs fell from the sky one after another, pouring death rain on the ground!

Most of the pilots of the    Goblin Corps are agile players, especially pilots who perform bombing missions. Most of the sequence levels have been upgraded to the second stage and the first talent has been unlocked.

  Under the eyes of these pilots, the ground targets were not only as slow as ants, but they could clearly see the expressions of fear on their faces.

  High agility gives pilots the bonus of vision and reaction speed, making the aircraft they fly as if they are hanging.

  Each courier delivers exactly where it's needed most!

   Even better than AI!.

   Losing the cover of anti-aircraft fire, facing the bombs that fell from the sky, the whole battle turned into a one-sided slaughter.

  A deafening roar rang through the entire wilderness, and the firelight and smoke of the explosion bloomed everywhere on the position.

  The tents turned into a sea of ​​fire in an instant, and countless clone soldiers didn't even see the enemy, they were burned to charcoal, and their pupils fell to the ground out of focus.

   A ten commander struggled to put out the fire on his body, but no matter how he rolled on the ground, he couldn't stop the fire that was getting bigger and bigger.

  The surviving surviving commander Pellaeon struggled to stand up from the ground.

   Noticing the shadows that fell on the battlefield, he slowly raised his head to look up at the sky, and at this moment his eyes were stunned.

  I don't know when, the Heart of Steel, which was drilled out of the clouds, has already flown over the battlefield, and the fortress flying in the sky is like a dark cloud.

   Watching the thick and long gun barrels slowly walk over his head, a hint of despair surged in his heart, and he only felt that his soul was trembling.

   All the battles he has been through have been one-sided victories.

  As the dominant side of asymmetric warfare, no one has ever been able to survive two rounds in front of the legion, and no one can ride on his head like today.

   At this moment, his adjutant, leaning on a rifle, staggered toward him.

   "There is news from the forward post that an armored unit is advancing in our direction from the G40-1 defense line. We are less than five kilometers away."

   After a pause, the adjutant said in a difficult voice.

   "Sir. What should we do now?"

  Pellaen's Adam's apple moved.

  's loyalty to His Majesty the Marshal made him unable to say anything disheartening, but the cruel facts lay before him.

It has ended.

   His shoulders dropped slowly, and he withdrew his gaze from the sky.

   ". Treat the wounded first."

The adjutant    was stunned.

   "But one by one"

  Pellain handed the rifle to the adjutant's hand, patted him on the shoulder, and walked to the burning position without saying a word.

   was just an air strike.

   The two centenarians stationed near the command post have already suffered more than half of their casualties!

   The remaining 100 people were not only short of ammunition, but most of them were wounded. Not to mention resisting the attack of the Alliance Armored Cluster, I am afraid that even decent resistance will be difficult to achieve.

   Keep fighting.

   is no different from suicide.

   As the Heart of Steel reached the skies above the battlefield, the Alliance's dive air strikes had ceased. …

   Probably seeing the victory and defeat, and not wanting to waste ammunition in irrelevant places, the alliance has stopped going to their positions. Drop bombs on top, instead choosing to keep moving forward.

  Pellaeon knew that he had lost the battle.

   and lost inexplicably.

   Apart from the roaring propeller planes and the bombs that swooped down with the planes, he didn't even see the Alliance's ground troops.

   Is this really the alliance that easily wiped out 3,000 people by the pangolin 100s?!

   Looking at the messy camp, he could not see tears and despair in his pupils, only dull and dazed.

   What kind of "indigenous" are they fighting.

   In the end, the alliance is deliberately hiding.

   Or the Triumph is lying

  The bridge of the Heart of Steel.

   Chu Guang, who was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, stared at the smoky battlefield.

  This is the best viewing seat. Standing at his current position, the positions of both the enemy and the enemy can be seen in a panoramic view.

   "They surrendered." Looking at the white flag raised by the enemy command, a faint surprise appeared on Vanus' face.

  Although the strength of the alliance's firepower is one aspect, what he didn't expect was that these people couldn't last even ten minutes.

   It seems that compared with the expeditionary force that went to the Great Rift Valley, these clone groups that have just been transferred from the rear to the front are still a little worse.

   "The action went better than the plan."

   glanced at the time on the VM, Chu Guang showed a faint smile on his face, and continued, "Our soldiers completed the goal an hour earlier than expected."

   Originally, according to the plan, the Burning Corps would raid the command post of the No. 40 Thousand Personnel under the cover of the Goblin Corps, and cooperate with the armored troops that broke through the front line to annihilate the No. 40 Thousand Personnel in one fell swoop.

   But now, their plans are still too conservative.

   The reason for this is actually quite normal.

   After all, most of the old players in "Wasteland Online" have memories of the Legion Clone Corps from the battle a year ago.

  Those who are not afraid of death, cruel and bloodthirsty clone soldiers have left a deep impression on the players who are still in the wasteland development stage.

   Even the Pioneer crew with exoskeletons and power armor suffered from the overwhelming numbers and firepower.

   If it wasn't for the Trailblazer's use of a tactical nuclear bomb to clear the field, the final outcome would be hard to say.

   Most of the corps leaders came from that version.

  Whether it was a spring or a mole, they were extremely cautious when researching and formulating plans in the group, and even prepared a contingency plan for the failure of the airborne operation and the emergency dispatch of wolf cavalry support from the Death Corps.

   However, 80% of them forgot that the alliance at that time had to borrow automatic rifles from friendly forces, not to mention aircraft and tanks, and a bolt-action rifle that was captured could be a treasure.

   And their allies are not professional soldiers, but employees of the Silver Wing Group's overseas business department. Although they have gained a lot of knowledge on the road, they may not have been on the battlefield.

   Which is like now

The    Alliance Army not only has an automatic rifle, but everyone who is awakened, and the players who lead the team are all battle-hardened veterans. …

The clone group of the    Legion is still the same clone group.

   But the alliance with more than a dozen corps is not what it used to be.

   Before the Burning Corps even got their turn, the Legion's 40th Thousand raised the white flag amid the indiscriminate bombardment of the Goblin Corps.

   At this time, the Skeleton Corps still had a straight-line distance of four kilometers from the battlefield.

   At this time, even if the Burning Corps were to continue skydiving, it would still be lonely, and they would have to work hard to bring people back to the airport and repack them.

   So Chu Guang decisively stopped the Burning Corps who were eager to make an airborne landing, and ordered the B formation of the Goblin Corps to **** the transport aircraft formation back home.

  Standing beside Chu Guang, Vanus stared at the ground for a long time, thinking about it, and suddenly said.

"Since the enemy was caught off guard by us, we might as well be a little bolder and continue to expand the results while they are not ready to attack, push the armored troops forward 100 kilometers, and cooperate with the command of the airborne troops to raid the 40,000th team. department."

  Chu Guang's mouth curled into a smile.

"I think so too."

   said here, he reached out and tapped on the helmet.

   "Notify the Death Corps that they can move."

   Xiaoran's energetic answer came from his ear.

"okay!"

   Looking at Vanus, who was standing next to Chu Guang, who was making suggestions, Finold, who was standing in the corner, swallowed, his face full of disbelief.

   He thought that this Vanus was the same as himself, only serving the alliance out of frustration, but he didn't expect that only he was "compromising", this guy was really giving advice to the alliance.

This guy.

Is    really a Willante?

   At the same time when the 40th thousandth team was completely defeated, the headquarters of the 40th thousandth team in the rear was in a hurry.

   Staring at the red arrow on the strategic map, Soft frowned, and his face alternated between surprise and solemnity.

  He is the captain of the 40,000th team, and he just arrived in Luoxia Province a month ago. There are no stars on the epaulettes, and the rank is below McClane, about two ranks lower than Griffin.

  Although he doesn't know much about the situation in the Far East, he can still understand the map after so many years of fighting.

  The 40th defense area will also be attacked by the alliance, and it is also the attack of the main force, which is something he never thought of anyway.

   This means that the alliance has directly exposed its supply line to the power projection range of defense zones 41-49.

   He didn't even need the 30,000-strong team next door to take action. He only needed to dispatch two 1,000-strong teams from the deep area to cross the defense line and interspersed behind the alliance's offensive spearhead, and he could put the alliance's front-line troops in a dilemma.

but

  He has a better way.

   At this time, a messenger trotted in from outside the tent and gave a military salute to report.

   "The 40th Thousand Corps sent an emergency call! The frontline command post was attacked by the Alliance, requesting air support!"

  Soft did not look up.

  The calloused index finger stuck on the map, moved along the road network, and finally stopped on a col where the contour lines converged and tapped hard.

   "Tell Pereyn so that they don't have to carry it hard, and retreat to the 330 height while fighting, and lure the alliance into our depths!"

   "Furthermore, send telegrams to the 43rd, 45th, 47th, and 49th Thousand Corps to immediately move to the rear to the vicinity of Hill 330, and flank the Alliance's offensive troops from the east and west!"…

   "The vacated defense zones 43, 45, 47, and 49 are managed by 42, 44, 46, and 48 thousand troops! Beware of the alliance's reinforcements from other directions!"

   said, a flash of excitement flashed between Soft's brows, his right hand clenched into a fist, and landed heavily on the red arrow on the map.

   "Be sure to strangle me on this road with this worm that came in!"

  Highland No. 330 is about 11 kilometers away from Oasis No. 3. The nearby contour lines are densely undulating, dominated by hilly terrain, and several major roads are concentrated on the mountainside.

  Because it is close to the oasis, the vegetation there is relatively denser than other areas, and there are natural shelters nearby to avoid the high-altitude view of the airship, which is a perfect ambush location.

The commander of the    Alliance can of course see this.

   But even knowing that, the Alliance's forces could only continue along this route. After all, even if the road there is broken, it is still a road that can be walked.

  Otherwise, if you go deep behind enemy lines and lose your mobility, that's the real end.

   For his genius plan, the corner of Soft's mouth couldn't help but raise a satisfied smile.

  Although the alliance is aggressive and has the stance of attacking it with all its strength, in his opinion, this is nothing to be alarmed about.

   Even a small dirt **** can cost these savages 3,000 lives, not to mention a team of 10,000 people standing in front of them at the moment.

   anger will only hasten their demise.

   After this battle, the Alliance will surely suffer greatly.

  Soft's heart couldn't help but float a little.

   I didn’t expect that I would get such a big credit when I first came to Luoxia Province.

   It doesn't take long for his epaulettes to add another star.

"Yes!"

The    messenger gave a military salute and trotted away from the camp.

   The staff officer standing aside frowned slightly, stared at the map for a long time and said after thinking.

   "The 40th Thousand has a serious shortage of ammunition, and the Alliance has put the Heart of Steel on top of it, so it's hard for them to withdraw by themselves."

   "It doesn't matter," Soft said indifferently. "The 40th Thousand isn't the key to the plan itself. It doesn't matter if they don't get there, as long as they can delay the league for a while."

   "It would be best if that guy Pellaeon did it. With the reinforcements coming from both flanks, we could put the Alliance on the hillside and beat him up."

   "If it doesn't work, then give Hill 330 to the Alliance and put them on the high ground to fight!"

   A look of surprise appeared on the staff's face.

   This is a really good idea.

   It's just that he always has an ominous foreboding.

   "What if the Alliance forces arrive before the retreating ambushes?"

   Hearing the staff officer's question, Soft was stunned for a moment, and then said without hesitation.

"This is impossible!"

   "Even if Pellaeon doesn't get a second of time, the distance from position 40 to Hill 330 is 30 kilometers longer than that of zone 43!"

   "No matter how fast their armored troops advance, they can't be faster than our troop cards!"

   The staff officer continued with a solemn expression.

   "This is the general situation. The length of the road from Position 40 to Height 330 is indeed longer than the adjacent Zone 43, but the straight-line distance is completely opposite, less than 150 kilometers."

   "I heard that the alliance is equipped with a large number of exoskeleton equipment supported by enterprises. If they separate a part of the infantry from the road network and go off-road in a straight line, I am afraid that it will only take one day to reach No. 330."

   "Go deep behind enemy lines to separate troops? Let the infantry cross in a straight line?"

  Soft seemed to have heard something funny, and raised the corners of his mouth playfully, "Does their exoskeletons not need to be charged? You might as well say that they came over in an airship."

  Using airships to transport troops is indeed a hassle, after all, anti-aircraft guns can't break the airship's shield.

   But that's it.

  EMP rounds can disable external parts of the airship, such as the propellers that spread out on the flanks, allowing the unpowered Heart of Steel to drift or break down.

   And wanting to put the elevator down under their noses is like a dream, the anti-aircraft guns can't hit the airship, and can't hit such a big ladder?

   Without waiting for the staff to speak, Soft continued.

   "Not to mention that the 150-kilometer straight-line distance has to go over at least ten hills, and there are our outposts and air defense positions along the way."

   "Even if all of them are mutants, it is impossible for me to reach Hill 330 before our returning troops!"

   "No way!"