This Game is Too Real

   On the square in front of the castle.

   Standing on the tower of the gate and looking out at the sea of ​​people, the darkness was overwhelming, and even the road leading to the square was blocked.

   Since the promulgation of the Wartime Regulations, this kind of spontaneous mass gathering of residents has not occurred for a long time.

   Everyone is afraid of being caught as a strong man, or being caught as a spy by the Earl of Cromway appointed by His Majesty the King. Now that the war is over, people dare to walk around in the streets.

   Looking at the gallows in the center of the square, the people surrounding the square whispered excitedly, talking about the gossip that others had heard.

  "Have you heard that Matt Neal was hanged" "The Baron"

   "I remember that the Hunter family seemed to have died at his hands.

"His youngest daughter is so lovable... It's a pity that he was caught by that villain." "Poor Hunter, I heard that his eldest son died outside the city of abundance, and his body was burned. I can't find it. He himself lost an arm when he was retreating, but unfortunately he didn't die on the battlefield." "The 20,000th team... It's too miserable."

  "...In the end, it was the enemy who avenged him." "Bah! Matt Neal this bastard! I remember him! My wife was..."

  A thin man swears and spit, but suddenly stops talking halfway through. When the people around him heard the words, they all came to the spirit, and looked at him with sympathy and curiosity and continued to ask questions. "Then what?" "Tell me."

   The man's face flushed and he was annoyed by the questioning. He finally scolded him and drove away the people who were watching the excitement around him. "Tell Your Mom"

   Next to the gallows not far away, under the gaze of a pair of eyes, the long-arrived "protagonists" finally boarded.

   field.

  Five typical nobles were captured by Union soldiers and pushed to the gallows by angry citizens.

   In the face of the inevitable death, even the most vicious man can't help his face turn blue and his lips white. A baron closed his eyes, and the man next to him was so frightened that he wet his trousers. The smell leaking from the legs of his trousers made the executioner who pressed him to the execution field frown.

   The ugliness of the five nobles caused the residents in the audience to burst into roars of excitement.

   They had never seen these decent people look so bad, it was more exciting than watching crickets scrambling in the quagmire.

   It turns out that these well-dressed people are also afraid of death.

   These people are not as noble as they claim to be. In the face of death, they will also cry and beg for mercy.

   But even if they beg for mercy, the angry townspeople are not going to let these hateful guys go. It was they who sent the young lads to the front, and the fat sheep and young girls to the barracks, just to please the Willands. These nobles did not dare to resist the rule of the Wieland, but in turn passed all the suffering on to their innocent people. Five people. The killing is still too little! Because there are no rotten eggs and rotten leaves to use, people can only pick up the stones on the ground to express their hatred in their hearts. In order to prevent these people from dying before being executed, the militia standing next to them can only get on the ground. The crowd was separated from the prisoners to be slaughtered.

  The executioner read out a series of unspeakable crimes of these people during the war, including murder and arson, murder in the street, and treason and looting, which further ignited the anger in people's hearts. "Kill them!

   "Cut off their heads" Hang them on the street lamps "" Silent Silent Listen to me that a man in his thirties or forties, dressed in linen, walked in front of the crowd. His name is Tout.

   He was a papermaker before the War Regulations had to be clothed, and now, because of his literacy, he was picked up by Union soldiers as a committee representative. "Friends from the Valley Provinces, tell us to talk about civilization, even with jackals and hyenas! We have to end their lives in the way of civilized people"

   Those five nobles were gagged, and they didn't even have a chance to argue, so their necks were wrapped with thick hemp ropes at the mouth of the bowl with mittens.

  Taut turned to look at the gallows and waved his right hand vigorously. "Execution!

   In the cheers of the people, the wooden board fell heavily, the soles of the five people's feet were empty, their necks were torn off, and their sinful lives ended on the gallows. "Long live the Union!" "Long live the Autonomous Committee!"

   "Kill well"

  The crowd erupted in deafening cheers.

   Several people in the crowd flickered and walked away quietly with pale faces. In the mansion not far from the square, Earl Cromway stood by the window, his hands trembling as he held the eaves of the window.

   Today, the alliance only executes those who committed **** and criminals during the occupation period, and does not launch a massacre in the palace.

  But after the alliance is gone, the mobs with guns have gone crazy. Before the mobilization decree could be implemented smoothly, he killed many people for His Majesty the King. What he is most afraid of now is that those people will liquidate

   on his head.

   Standing behind Earl Cromway, the grey-haired old butler whispered. "Master, I suggest that you should go out of the city to avoid the limelight in the near future." His master is the red man in front of His Majesty the King. But at this juncture, it's not a good thing to be too close to that bad old man. The attitude of the league is unpredictable

   But they suddenly took the nobles in the city and gave the guns to the civilians, which is obviously not a good sign. Earl Cromway did not speak, his eyes struggled for a while, and finally he gritted his teeth and made up his mind. "I can't leave."

   Looking at the surprised butler, Cromway paused and continued.

"Tomorrow... The Heart of Steel will come here at the latest tomorrow. The top commander of the alliance, or even the manager, is most likely on that airship." The king has no words to say, and if he wants to live, he can only Can please the new master, otherwise it will be useless no matter where he escapes.

   A look of sadness appeared on the count's face. Unfortunately, there is very little information about the alliance. I don't know what the grown-up likes... After the trial and hanging, Taut asked the boys with guns to drag the body to a random place outside the river bank and bury it.

   If there are family members coming, they will be directly thrown to them, but at this juncture, even if their family members want to collect the bodies for them, I am afraid they have to wait.

  At the behest of the Alliance, the Falcon City Autonomous Committee established a new militia regiment.

   Most of these militiamen are young men who have served in labor before, directly under the Autonomous Committee, and are mainly responsible for maintaining public order in the city.

   Looking at the gently swaying hemp rope on the gallows, Taut, who had calmed down, suddenly felt a faint chill down his spine.

   It was only then that he realized that the Alliance had stuffed something into his hand.

   Killing these guys is really relieved. He hates those guys who bully them just like the people. But after killing him, he became frightened.

   The Alliance can't stay here forever, if they

   What if he is gone? Will His Majesty spare him? Will those nobles spare him?

   "Straighten your waist." Looking at Taut, whose face was slightly pale, Lao Bai reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a grin, "You have guns in your hands, what are you afraid of."

  Taut said with a wry smile.

   "This, it's not about the gun... After all, those people are nobles conferred by His Majesty the King.

   "So they are Awakened, or they are holding a few divisions in their hands." Lao Bai shrugged, "There is no king in the alliance, and we have a good life.

  Taut and several other industry representatives around were too frightened by this rebellious remark, but on second thought it seemed to make sense. What are they afraid of with guns.

  Thinking of this, several people held the rifles in their hands tighter, as if they were holding their lifeblood.

   Lao Bai smiled and patted the NPC named Tout on the shoulder.

"You are the chairman of the committee from today, remember, even if we leave one day, you can't hand it over casually, this is not for us, but for the oppressed people behind you, don't let them down. "

  Taut nodded nervously. "I promise." Looking at the middle-aged man, Lao Bai nodded. They won't stay here too long.

  The Falcon Kingdom is too far for the Alliance, far enough for these people to think of a bearded man as a manager.

  Man needs to complete his own salvation after all. All they can do is drop a seed on the land.

   As for what will grow... that's up to them.

   The "Citizens' Self-Government Committee" was just a small episode after the Alliance occupied Falcon City. The Burning Corps did much more than that at the behest of Chu Guangdi. All the equipment capable of producing seamless steel pipes and punching bullet casings in the entire Wangdu were destroyed, and any factories or workshops related to the military industry or merely related to the military industry were demolished by blasting.

   As for the artisans and engineers trained by the Falcon Kingdom... It's not good to kill people.

   After talking on the phone with Chu Guang, Lao Bai decided to arrange a new place for these people to settle down near Bicester Town.

   Coincidentally, the spring water commander who had just arrived at the William Industrial Area did something similar unintentionally.

  William Industrial Park.

  Because the surrender broadcast had already arrived here, when the spring assembled three centenarians to attack, they found that the guards stationed here had been disbanded. There was not a single security guard in the huge industrial area. Inside the Royal First Foundry.

  The workers all sat on the edge of the factory in a daze. When they saw the soldiers from the Union come in, they immediately squatted on the ground.

   Seeing the unkindness of these people, the lower chief Bowman hurried forward to greet them, and said with a smile on his face. "My lord... we have surrendered." Quan Shui gave him a look. "I know." That was all last night. When the rotation was offline, he took a look at the forum and knew that the Falcon Kingdom had surrendered, and an entire army of 80,000 was squatting outside the town of Bicester. All the building materials that were sent there before were used. Looking at the soldiers who rushed into the factory to rummage through boxes, the smile on Bowman's face gradually turned into anxiety.

   He looked at the man in front of him, dumbfounded. "Then...then what are they doing?" Commander Quan Shui hadn't spoken yet, and I, the darkest, who was standing beside him, said to him with a hilarious smile. "Come here to get the trophies, what's the problem? The factory manager has a dumbfounded expression on his face. Take the trophies and grab those rich aristocratic grandpas! What can you find in this factory? At this time, Kaka with a rifle on his back Rotter walked back from the factory in front.

   "Found two rifle production lines, operating at full capacity - capable of producing 300 rifles a day."

  "Three hundred" I looked at him with the darkest surprise and muttered, "I can arm a team of ten thousand people this month."

"Almost." The spring commander nodded and looked at Kakarot and continued to ask, "What about bullets and shells?" Kakarot: "The ammunition production line is also here, with a daily output of 200,000 to 300,000 rounds, no problem. There are 100mm caliber artillery and artillery shells... It's because they have no resources. If the production line is opened to the maximum, this battle will probably be fought until next year.

  Commander Quan Shui nodded and sighed with emotion.

   "Good guy, there are still a lot of good things in it." One thing to say, although the Willantes don't regard these outsiders as human beings, they can still support the Falcon Kingdom as a servant country. As far as the industrial equipment in this industrial park is concerned, it is obvious that the local people did not make it themselves, and most of them were shipped from the west of the great desert.

   Includes steel mills, chemical plants, and more. If they were given a few sulphur mines and iron mines, maybe they would be able to hold on for a while longer. But unfortunately, the reality is not if.

   If the resources of Oasis No. 2 were really that rich, they would not need to join the Legion, let alone expand. Just like the Lion Kingdom.

   Looking at the rows of industrial equipment and various types of machine tools moved out by the power system specialists from the workshop, I suddenly said with a sad face. "It's a pity to blow up, why don't you move." I heard from professional players that although they have acquired some sophisticated production equipment and machine tools from enterprises, the demand for some heavy industrial equipment is still

very big.

   This kind of thing is not too much.

  Kakarot glanced blankly at this whimsical guy. "What's the matter?" Broken leg Kevin couldn't help but complain. "That's right, move it and put it there" I scratched the back of my head the darkest.

   "Isn't there an airship? What a big airship... It shouldn't be difficult to hang it up"

   Before, in order to accommodate those gliders, the Heart of Steel didn't carry much ammo.

   Now that these gliders have been thrown out, and their people have followed, there is always room for something to go.

  Quan Shui thought about it and thought it made sense. After thinking for a while, he came up with a compromise solution. "If you can move it, move it away, but if you can't move it, it will blow up." It is not easy to transport it back to the Alliance directly, but it can be transported to the Honey Badger Kingdom next door first. Renting a parcel of land shouldn't be too difficult.

  If the manager intends to keep the town of Bicester in his hands, supplying from the factory in the Honey Badger Kingdom is the best choice.

   Having said that, Commander Quan Shui walked up to the factory manager and announced his decision.

   "Although your equipment is a little behind and looks a bit shabby, but it is barely usable. It's really a pity that it exploded like this."

   Hearing the expression on the corps commander's plan to let go of these machine factory managers, he was instantly overjoyed. However, before he was happy, the man in front of him spoke up.

   "So we decided not to blow up the ones that could be moved, and only blow up the ones that couldn't be moved. You pick a few skilled engineers for us, let them help us, and save everyone's time by the way.

   I had never heard such a brazen request, and it was so natural to make it, the factory manager said with a sad face.

   "You take me away too.

   I didn't expect this guy to be so savvy, Quan Shui looked at him in surprise, with a happy smile on his face, and patted his shoulder hard.

   "Okay, no problem! I'm glad you are willing to give up on the dark, we can help you take your family away with you"

  Factory Manager ""

   Don't look at the stubborn factory manager, Spring Water gave me the darkest look, and said it in a couple of words. "You follow this factory manager to his house, remember to be polite."

   I'm the darkest, hey hey, tightening the rifle on my back. "okay!

  ”

   It took longer than expected to clear the cable entangled in the propeller.

  Steel Heart stopped for nearly 20 hours at a distance of 70 kilometers east of Falcon City, and finally arrived at Falcon City before dusk of the next day. "Sorry, esteemed administrator, for keeping you waiting."

   Standing in front of Chu Guang, the acting captain said awkwardly.

road.

   When the manager asked him before, he confidently said that it could be repaired in twelve hours, but the steel cable turned out to be more stubborn than he thought.

   In particular, the airship continued to slide forward for a while under the action of inertia, causing the spiral music to turn in the opposite direction and churning up the steel cables, so that their engineers had to freeze for several hours in the cold wind. "It's alright, it's just a little bit late." Looking at the nearby Falcon City, Chu Guang, who was in a good mood, narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued with a pleasant expression.

   "But remember it next time. When I ask you, give me the most certain answer." The captain stood at attention with a solemn expression, his right fist pressed against his chest.

"Yes"

The    Alliance had only acquired the Heart of Steel for a few months, and the crew on the airship were even drawn from the Army and Air Force, and it was normal for them to be unskilled in business. Chu Guang did not intend to criticize these hard-working subordinates. However, this bad habit of bragging must be corrected, and the road must not be narrowed like those of the Willands.

   Only by knowing the truest circumstances can he make the most reasonable judgment possible. That's why he chose to go to the front with his players. McClane, who was standing beside him, was in a complicated mood. Until now, he finally understood the alliance's plan. But what complicates him the most is not the alliance's strategic adventure, but the fact that his Heart of Steel can still be used like this

   Especially the tactic of the glider siege was an eye-opener.

   Looking at the bridge that was so close at hand, McClane suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

   This was undoubtedly his Heart of Steel, but he couldn't remember what these boats looked like. It has completely taken on the shape of a league. Just as the bridge of the Heart of Steel was overlooking the Falcon City, the residents of the city and the princes and nobles were also looking up at the behemoth floating above the clouds.

   The shadows cast from the sky even covered the entire town in front of the castle.

   Sitting on the throne of the castle court, King Mungoth

   He stared straight at the approaching airship outside the window. It seems to have started after the hanging at noon.

   He suddenly realized that although he was still sitting on the throne, he had lost control of the capital—and even the entire kingdom. The first is the nobles. They are consciously or unintentionally staying away from him and turning to curry favor with the people in the league. Not even just the nobles.

   Even the servants in the castle, and even the pet dog he kept in the castle, began to wag their tails at the "new master".

  Thinking of this, the corners of King Mungot's mouth couldn't help but raise a self-mockery. Speaking of which, it seemed to be the same when the Willands came.

  How ironic!

   At this time, Myrdal slowly walked in from the outside. "His Majesty."

  Mongoth looked at him and suddenly sighed softly. Myrdal knelt on one knee and said respectfully. "You will always be my majesty." Menggot nodded in relief.

   "Very well, let's talk, I have something to report today." Myrdal stared at the ground for a long time with a complicated expression, and said slowly.

   "The manager of the alliance will arrive at the castle in two hours. It may be more sincere if you greet him outside the castle in person." Meng Ge's face was slightly stiff.

  Although I know that Myrdal is doing it for his own good, if

   Today's situation still makes him feel as if he has overturned the five flavors. Silent for a long time.

   He grabbed the handrail with both hands and slowly got up from the throne. That trembling movement seemed to have aged ten years overnight... From a dignified emperor to a dying old man. "I know."

   At the same time that the Heart of Steel entered the Falcon Capital, in the great desert of the Far West, an airship no less than the Heart of Steel was slowly advancing.

   Its name is "Judgment" and it comes from the distant city of Triumph.

   Compared to the Heart of Steel, it has less firepower

   A lot, neither the 400mm main gun nor the reserved space for installing the front pod.

   However, although the ground support capability is slightly inferior, if it is against a "same type" airship, it will never be at a disadvantage.

  A "phase energy rectifier" mounted on the belly of the airship can emit a "quark-gluon slurry" wrapped in a gravitational field.

   Although that thing is not very lethal and has a short existence time, it can effectively paralyze deflector shields and antigravity devices, devices with "gravitons" and "gravitational field interference" as their core principles. Its effect will be much more direct than EMP, and it is difficult to defend with simple conventional means such as "Faraday cage".

  The weapons used in the aerospace field have long been "outdated".

   Especially when dealing with aliens and mutants,

   even

   is not as good as black powder.

   I am afraid that there is only the Great Rift Valley's Divine Shield system on the entire planet, and the Legion's own airship can make it useful.

   In fact, strictly speaking, it only threatens the Legion's own airship. After all, the shield of the scale of the Holy Shield system is completely different from the power of this ship-borne weapon. Triumph City rarely sends airships of the "Arbiter" type to the front line, unless there are special circumstances where the "Phase Cannon" may be used.

   Like now.

   Although it departed a month later than the supplies sent to the front line, the airship arrived a few days earlier than those slow trucks. Two people stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bridge. The one on the left has a very thick beard, and there is a burn scar under the corner of his right eye, and his face looks very fierce.

   His name was Joseph, and he was a general of the Eastern Legion, who was sent to take over Griffin's position as commander-in-chief in Luxia Province.

   And the identity of the other is even more incredible, that is, the Governor of Luoxia Province personally appointed by His Majesty the Marshal. Although he needs to supervise only an oasis of less than 70,000 square kilometers.

   The two were chatting in a normal tone, but the words were all a test of each other. "I don't dislike the eastern expansionists, I even sympathize with them, but their stupidity is also a fact. We have been dragged into a dangerous and unprofitable war." "Then what do you think should be done?" Joseph looked sideways. the Governor-General asked. Cohen continued with a deadpan expression.

"They should strengthen their control over their vassals and try to avoid direct confrontation with the East Coast businesses before they completely occupy Luoxia Province. In fact, if it wasn't for their greedy desire to eat the Pathfinder along with Vault 0, they would also It will not fall into the present situation.

  Joseph's eyebrows twitched.

  "Then are we going to sit back and watch the company get Vault 0?"

   Cohen did not answer the question head-on, but gave an ambiguous answer. "It depends on what they can find there."

   He doesn't think there is a master key that can solve all crises. The problem of wasteland is far from being solved by a few more black boxes. The Marshal also had the same idea.

  If that Vault 0 was really that important, it wouldn't be him who came here today. Joseph was slightly disappointed.

   He still couldn't see the thoughts of His Majesty the Marshal through this guy.

   Knowing that there will be no result if you continue to ask,

   He simply said bluntly. "Then which faction are you from?"

   Cohen answered succinctly.

   "I don't belong to any faction, I always stand on the side of His Majesty the Marshal, and His Majesty's stand is my stand.

   Standing behind the two of them, Captain Adria embarrassed to find that he was completely speechless and could only pass the time by watching the scenery outside the bridge.

   A four-star general, the other a five-star governor, no matter who they are, their status and patronage are far beyond what a three-star captain can compare to. At this time, his adjutant trotted over and whispered a few words in his ear. "The Heart of Steel is over Falcon City."

   A look of surprise appeared on Adria's face. "Macron is still alive," the adjutant said with an ugly face.

   "I don't know, there's an unseen flag hanging on it." Adria thought for a while, nodded and said. "pass it to me.

   said, he walked to the side of the two big men and said in a deep voice.

   "Sir, there is Falcon City in front. The Heart of Steel is over Falcon City. Judging from the flag it hangs, it should be from the Alliance." Cohen frowned.

   In order to give himself a little sense of existence, Adria continued respectfully. "Are you going to shoot?"

  Joseph glanced at him and joked. "have a thought.

   Adria was stunned and looked at him blankly, not understanding what the general meant.

   Looking at the boundless sand sea and the looming silhouette at the end of the sand sea outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Cohen continued to order without expression.

   "Slow down." Whether hitting or not hitting. You have to figure out what's going on there first. At the same time, in the vast expanse of yellow sand. A silver-gray power armor slowly raised its head, and turned its gaze to the ray of sunshine that was swallowed up by the rolling yellow sand.

   His eyes did not focus on the black cloud like a collapsed building, but through the black cloud

   looked at the "air fortress" that was moving forward. A trace of solemnity gradually appeared on Yun Song's face. "The people from Triumph City are here.

  ”

   The android soldier who followed him nodded slowly. "Ah..." It's been a century and a half.

   They finally met again!