This Game is Too Real

  Chapter 697 Capture the Governor's Mansion!

   "Confirm the point of impact!"

   "Damn, ten meters to the left!"

   "Correcting—"

   "Filled!"

  In the courtyard wall of the Governor's Mansion, a tall gun barrel sprayed out a thick tongue of flame, and fired a 100mm high-explosive bomb towards the street near the port.

  Stepping over the shell casing thrown from the barrel, the loader skillfully stepped forward to complete the loading and closed the breech block. The gunner also calibrated the shooting parameters at the same time, and was preparing for the next round of firing.

  However, he who had just run away holding the fire rope got a slap on the back of the head before he could pull the fire rope.

   "Are you so crazy?! Open fire on Tulip Street?!" Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the officer who was striding forward grabbed his collar and cursed.

  There is Tulip Street!

  He can afford to mess with no one who can live there!

  The gunner was stunned by the scolding, and he stammered.

   "Yeah, but there they are..."

   "That's not—"

   Before the "Xing" stuck in his throat came out, three whistling sounds pierced through the air.

   Before he could react, the flames of the explosion smashed him into a sieve with shrapnel after shrapnel, and flew into the bunker ten meters away together with the wreckage of the scrapped 100mm artillery.

  Through the drone overlooking the artillery emplacement covered by explosion dust, the intelligence player standing next to the mortar position let out an excited cry.

   "Direct hit! Artillery destroyed!"

   "Good job!"

  The morale of the strength animals squatting next to the mortar was boosted.

  According to the coordinates provided by the observers, a group of gunners quickly corrected the shooting elements, and continued to send support firepower to the friendly forces stationed around the periphery of Tulip Street.

   Shells fell from the sky one by one, spreading out flickering fires at the end of the street, and kicking up billows of dust and gravel.

  Faced with the repeated bombardment of mortars, the city defense army of Jin Gallon City, which was attacking towards the Burning Corps defense line, was beaten so hard that they couldn't hold their heads up.

   Without the support of their own artillery fire, and without heavy weapons to use, they didn't even see the enemy's face clearly, so they left hundreds of corpses.

  A trace of tracer light pierces the smoke rising from the crater, shuttles and jumps wantonly on the street, and every time a spark flickers, a fresh life falls into a pool of blood.

"dash forward!"

   "Put the bayonet down their throats!"

   "Wash our streets with their blood!"

  The soldiers squatting behind the bunkers and barricades kept falling. In order to maintain the crumbling front line, the centurion commanding the front line yelled at the soldiers behind him, urging them to go forward and fill the front line.

  Listening to the boiling gunshots and the continuous roar of the mortar, the soldiers behind the bunker could no longer bear the fear in their hearts, and shouted at the centurion.

   "Sir! Those marauders are firing too hard! We need heavy fire—!"

  Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a growl.

   "No such thing! What are you doing with the guns in your hands! Damn, don't shoot upstairs! Don't let you aim at people or at houses—"

  Looking at the recruit with the muzzle raised next to him, the centurion yelled and reached out and grabbed his gun barrel and pressed it down.

  However, at this moment, a bullet "swished" and shot the centurion through the forehead on the spot.

   "Boom—"

  The pupils of both eyes were dilated, and the centurion fell heavily to the ground.

  The brains and blood scattered all over the place startled the recruit who was holding a rifle next to him, dropped his weapon on the spot and scrambled towards the back.

  Seeing that the chief was killed in battle, the soldiers could no longer hold back the fear in their hearts, and they left the positions under their feet and ran towards the rear.

   Just like that, less than ten minutes after a fully staffed centurion filled the front line, it began to collapse in an organized manner.

  Looking at the friendly soldiers behind them fleeing without a trace, the soldiers who were thrown on the front line could no longer contain the fear and despair in their hearts.

   They were all dead anyway. They inserted bayonets into the barrels of the guns one after another, and used roars to dispel the panic in their chests, and rushed forward recklessly.

   It turns out that this is no different from suicide.

  A 10mm machine gun mounted on the third floor of a house facing the street is enough to kill the entire street, and the thick and long tracers instantly knocked down the soldiers who charged forward with bayonets to the ground.

  The battle situation is completely one-sided massacre.

  The 2,000-member Jin Gallon Port City Defense Force had suffered more than half of the casualties in just a quarter of an hour, and most of the remaining half were injured.

  In contrast to their enemies, the group of guys who have not revealed their identities from the beginning to the end, the defense line has not retreated an inch since the gunshots, and still firmly occupies several streets near the port.

  Looking at the mess scattered on the street and the corpses almost filled with bomb craters, the face of Commander Abinan, the chief of the city defense army, was full of horror.

  The fighting power displayed by the opponent completely exceeded his expectations.

  If the fight continues according to this trend, all the 2,000 people in his hand will probably be lost here!

   Can't go on like this anymore!

  He shouted loudly at the soldiers ahead.

   "Retreat!"

   "Everyone withdraw!"

   That voice is like rain after a long drought.

  Finally waited for the order to retreat. The soldiers of the Xilan Empire, who were struggling behind the barricades and bunkers, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and gave up their bunkers and fled towards the streets behind.

   Watching the imperial army begin to retreat, the alliance did not continue to pursue, but stopped firing, watching them disappear in the direction of the slums.

   On the other side, the battle near the Governor's Mansion also came to an end.

  Nihak, who was squatting in the study on the top floor of the Governor's Mansion, shivered. Hearing the gunshots outside became smaller and smaller, his heart became more and more frightened.

  He knew who those people outside were, even if they didn't reveal their identities, but those guys were definitely members of the alliance, and it wouldn't be wrong!

   It's just that he couldn't figure out how those guys appeared here.

   Could it be that when Dirang set off from Jin Gallon Port, the Alliance already knew about the impending attack on Chip Port, so they simply sent people to wait on the Borneo Sea?

  Where did the news come from?

   port?

   Or... Tiandu?

impossible-

  Nihak's brain was thrown into chaos with fear.

  This fear is far stronger than when the group of guys who called themselves the White Bear Knights made a scene in King Gallon Port a month ago.

  He could feel that it was not some civil organization that invaded the port this time, but a serious regular army! And it was the kind that the remnants of the Expeditionary Army sent back and forth in Luoxia Province and the Legion's eastward expansion sent back and forth!

  He didn't expect that the alliance's counterattack would be so fierce, let alone that the counterattack would come so quickly that he didn't even have time to move from the Governor's Palace to a safe place.

  Holding his head, he groaned in pain.

   "Damn... this is the idea of ​​the Duke of Galava, what are you looking for me for! You are looking for him! That idiot is in your Dawn City!"

  The gunfire outside has almost stopped.

  The panic in Nihak's heart became more and more intense.

  He stretched out his index finger tremblingly, and opened a small gap in the curtain. Just as he was about to take a look at the situation outside, the door behind him was roughly kicked open.

   "FBI!"

   "Anti-pornography!"

"do not move!"

   A group of people rushed in yelling in a language he didn't understand, and in the blink of an eye, the muzzles of black holes were already on his forehead.

  Nihak raised his hands in horror, and screamed as he watched the pitch-black exoskeletons squeezed into the study.

   "I surrender! Don't! Don't kill me!"

  A player wearing an exoskeleton walked up to him, took out a tablet and took a photo of his face, and compared him to confirm that he was the governor of this settlement.

   Putting away the tablet, Bai Daidai looked at him and said.

"Governor Nihak of King Gallon Port, we suspect that you are related to the attack that took place in Chips Port the night before yesterday. According to the testimony of Chief Commander Di Rang and relevant people familiar with the matter, the thousand-man team that attacked us was on King Gallon Port Please cooperate with us in the investigation."

  Nihak couldn't see a trace of blood on his face, and he couldn't even utter a rebuttal.

   Seeing that he didn't have anything to say, he didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so he directly beckoned.

"take away!"

  Two players strode forward, picked him up from the ground, handcuffed him and escorted him out of the door.

  The battle downstairs is over.

   The more than a hundred players who occupied the Governor's Mansion began to search carefully in the mansion, paying attention to every detail here.

   Honestly, the luxury here is simply astonishing.

  Whether it's the majestic gate, the marble floor tiles or the reliefs on the supporting columns, all of them show the ultimate luxury.

   And not just luxury.

  Electrification of the entire Jin Gallon Port is less than one percent, but here it has reached an astonishing ninety-nine percent.

  There are not only double-door refrigerators, artistic lamps, elevators connecting each floor and digital central air-conditioning, but also a viewing room and meeting room equipped with a holographic system.

   Unimaginable.

  The creations of these industries will appear in a settlement where the vast majority of survivors are still struggling near the food and clothing line.

  However, this doubt did not last long, and the case was quickly solved as the four players entered the kitchen.

   "...Good guy, it's still made in Liming City?" Looking at the trademark under the corner of the refrigerator door, the player with the rifle hanging on his chest showed a surprised expression on his face.

  His nickname is Yin Yi Yang Cuo, and the sequence is the famous version of the abandoned child strength animal.

The three teammates behind him are [Access to the Sky in One Step], [Half-year-old Lag] and [No Family]. Like him, they all obtained the qualifications for the beta test on the eve of the Huangsha Wanli expansion pack, and they are all in the 25th and 6th ranks now. , is the backbone of the server.

   "I'm the villain?" No family member whistled, with a hint of teasing in his voice.

   Not just a refrigerator.

  The ovens and microwave ovens here are all produced in the Liming City Industrial Zone, and the trademarks left on them have not even been torn off.

  These industrial products that ordinary people cannot afford obviously did not improve the lives of local survivors, and may even make their lives worse.

   Turning around in the kitchen, Ban Suiyu touched his chin and said in thought.

   "It is estimated that it was exported to the Hump Kingdom, and then sold here from Silver Moon Bay."

   No family member suddenly asked on a whim.

   "How many slaves would it take to replace such a refrigerator?"

   Reaching the sky in one step: "... ten? Twenty?"

  Half-year-old wasted: "It's too much, no matter what, a refrigerator can't sell tens of thousands of dinars... I guess seven or eight should be enough."

  A refrigerator in Dawn City costs about 800~1000 silver coins, which is equivalent to the price of 4 to 5 assault rifles. Most residents can buy one with half a month's salary. Even if it is calculated according to the minimum hourly wage, a little over a month is enough.

  But if you think about it this way, the survivors living in this settlement are indeed pitiful enough, not even as good as a refrigerator.

  The four of them left the kitchen, entered the basement along the corridor, and came to a warehouse that probably stored the governor's personal collection.

   Looking at the locked gate, the four players all showed excited expressions on their faces.

   "Stand back, I'll come!"

  Finally waiting for the opportunity to pretend to be aggressive, he took a step forward by accident, spat at the palm of his hand, and then kicked hard towards the closed door.

  Relying on the driving force of the exoskeleton and dozens of points of strength, this kick unexpectedly flew the door several meters away.

  The ability of the strength department is best used at this time.

By accident, he raised his eyebrows and was about to act aggressively, when suddenly there was a scream from the room behind the door, and several people quickly put up their rifles and rushed in, only to find that there were two shivering women hugging each other hiding here .

  They have good looks, and the light pajamas can't cover their bumpy figures at all, and a large piece of snow-white skin is exposed. When they wanted to hide here, they must have been in a hurry, so that they didn't even have time to put on a coat.

  Looking at the uninvited guest who broke into the room, the woman with long flaxen hair shrank back and asked in fear.

   "You, who are you?"

   Several players looked at each other, not knowing what to do. By accident, he reported the situation here to the centurion, then looked at her and said.

   "We haven't figured it out yet, we will notify you when we think it over... Are you the governor's wife?"

   "No...I, I..." For some reason, the woman suddenly faltered, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

  Worried about offending the people in front of her, the sister squatting next to her immediately sold her out.

   "She is the wife of Director Bihari...the director of the Port Guard Bureau."

  Half a year old wasted: "?"

   Reaching the sky in one step: "???"

  By chance: "...?"

   I was taken aback for not having any family members, but soon my focus turned to other places, and I asked curiously at the woman who spoke.

   "What about you? Are you the governor's wife?"

  The woman looked slightly embarrassed, and hesitated for a long time before speaking.

   On the contrary, the wife of the bureau chief who had been exposed next to her glared at the sister angrily, and gritted her teeth and said bitterly.

   "She is the wife of the head of the tax bureau, Gulamanki."

  The two of them looked at each other, and their eyes almost sparked. If it wasn't for someone watching here, they might have fought on the spot.

  The four players looked at each other again, exchanging bewildered glances.

   After a long time, Ban Suiyu sighed and said with emotion.

   "These guys play quite differently. It's too..."

  No family members nodded in agreement, and spoke in a critical tone.

   "Please take me next time."

   Misunderstanding: "..."

  …

  The discovery in the collection room of the Governor's Mansion was just a small episode, and the two were temporarily sent to stay with the family members and servants of Governor Nihak.

  Compared to the wife of the chief of the security bureau and the chief of the tax bureau, the collections of Governor Nihak in the collection room are more interesting to the players present.

   As a suspect in planning and attacking Chip Harbor, his property will be confiscated to make up for the ammunition that Chip Harbor lost that night.

   As for the extra, of course, it is distributed as a task reward to the players who participated in the action.

  However, to the surprise of all players, the Governor's collection is not a pile of gold, silver and jewelry, but some strange objects.

Some of them seem to be artifacts from the pre-war era, such as a well-made magnetic levitation car body, another example is a bionic man produced in the 85th year of the prosperity era, and even a relatively well-preserved vending machine and card reader. Public coffee machines are available here.

   In addition to these large items, there are also some weird small items, as well as a large number of holographic cassettes and game memory cards from the pre-war era.

  The reason why there are so many things from the era of prosperity here may be the hobby of Governor Nihak himself.

  However, what is inexplicable is that such a guy who is so obsessed with the era of the Prosperous Era has no yearning for that era in his heart.

   Players can only try to understand.

  Perhaps this Mr. Governor is only obsessed with those magical technologies that reach heaven and earth like magic, but he doesn't care at all about how those technologies come from.

   Otherwise it's hard to tell why they are framed here.

   But in any case, it is definitely a surprise for the Burning Corps to harvest so many well-preserved pre-war cultural relics.

  The scientific expedition team will be interested in these things.

  Whether it is for the purpose of sociological research or engineering research, Boss Yin Fang's prices for valuable Prosperity Era antiques are often not low.

  The players who searched for the entire villa gathered in the lobby, and Bai gave a brief explanation of the current situation and the next battle plan to the sniper.

   "The brothers of the 1st team have disabled the city defense army of King Gallen Port. The group of soft-footed shrimps have now withdrawn to the slums to organize a defense line and wait for reinforcements. The first phase of the offensive has been successfully completed."

"The new mission has been issued, and the command intends to change this place into a temporary station, so that we can monitor the urban area north of King Galleon Port, and we will be active in this area for the next few days. In order to ensure that we control the area , we have to do two things now, one is to strengthen the defense here, and the other is to evacuate the nearby local survivors."

   "The opinion of the command is that we can give the locals a sum of money to let them move away from the vicinity as soon as possible, so as to avoid accidental injuries in a fight."

   There is no international law in the wasteland, but it is still necessary to avoid civilian casualties, whether it is for the reputation of the alliance or for the smooth operation of their local operations.

  An intelligence player raised his hand.

   Bai gave a spy to look at him.

"explain."

  The man said immediately.

   "Where does the money come from?"

  Bai Dao continued to speak concisely.

"From the pockets of our enemies, of course, I was about to say that the biggest bank in this colony is on Tulip Street and is currently under our control. Dinars and Cr are to us There is still some recycling value, but those Xilan coins are just waste paper. In short, we now have a budget of about 100 million Xilan coins to do this.”

  Everyone gasped when they heard the words.

   "Good guy!"

   "One billion?!"

   "It would be great if it was a silver coin."

  Bai Qiang coughed lightly, interrupting everyone's astonished discussion.

   "Don't dream, let's talk about business. There are about 500 houses that need to be demolished. It's quite troublesome... Which of your teams is willing to do this?"

  As soon as his voice fell, he raised his hands in unison.

   "Me me me!"

   "Look at me, boss! I'm not afraid of trouble!"

   "My house has been dismantled, I am familiar with this job!"

   "Damn! Do you want to pretend?"

  Everyone is rushing to scramble for it. In reality, there is no chance to experience the feeling of drawing and splitting characters for others. In the game, there is a chance to enjoy it.

   Seeing that everyone wanted to do this task, Bai Jidai scratched his head, closed his eyes and poked on the VM screen.

   "...by mistake, you take your team members and get things done as soon as possible."

  Looking at the envious eyes of everyone, he accidentally smiled, and did not forget to show off and pretend to be aggressive.

   "I am ordered in danger, brothers, take the first step!"

  Looking at his cheap and good-looking bear, the player next to him couldn't help but roll his eyes.

   "Hurry up and get out."

   "Be careful of being blackmailed by fellow villagers."

   "Tsk."

   Can't see this stupid group of captains raging hatred there, Ban Suiyu bit the bullet and dragged this guy away from the crowd.

  …

   It is still difficult to occupy the entire settlement of millions of people with 500 people.

  The dense slums are like intricate ant nests, and the undulating terrain makes this ant nest a three-dimensional maze.

   If you send troops in without familiarity with the terrain, it is very likely that you will fall into the dilemma of being attacked by the enemy because the troops are too scattered.

  So before the battle started, the players of the Burning Legion discussed the strategy of the entire operation on the forum-contracting the combat area to the blocks near the port.

  The most critical facility in the entire King Galleon Port is the port.

  As long as the port is in their hands, they can advance and retreat calmly, and obtain continuous supplies from the sea.

   Not only that, because the most valuable area of ​​the entire settlement is controlled by them, even if the army of the empire wants to attack them, it will have scruples.

  And compared to the dirt houses in the slums that can be reached with one kick, the houses on the streets near the port are much more reliable as bunkers.

   At the same time that the port area of ​​King Gallen Port changed hands, the imperial capital far away on the west coast of Borneo Province was full of joy.

   Stepping into the morning sun, the mission convoy from the legion passed through the north gate of Tiandu, and headed towards the Imperial Heavenly Palace under the welcome of the survivors.

  There is the palace of His Majesty the Emperor.

  It is not only his resting place, but also the place where he meets his officials.

   Sitting on the armored off-road vehicle, McLennan looked boredly at the people cheering and celebrating along the way outside the window, but he still smiled and waved at them.

   He didn't close the blackout curtain of the car window until he was tired, and cursed at the adjutant beside him.

   "Why are there so many people here?"

  The dark mass of people's heads could not be seen at a glance.

  The adjutant said softly.

   "After all, this is the capital of the Xilan Empire, so it's normal to have a lot of people."

  McLen pouted.

   "I know it's their capital, but so many people are too outrageous... Are these guys all rats?"

  The adjutant coughed lightly, and reminded him in a friendly manner.

   "They are our partners... At least for the time being, I still hope that you can pay attention to respecting them a little bit, don't be like you were in the Falcon Kingdom."

  Borneo Province is regarded as the sphere of influence of the Triumph City Civil Service Group. The diplomatic posture of the Legion in this area is mainly to win over. This is an instruction from His Majesty the Marshal himself.

The civil servants of the legion have been operating here for many years. Relying on the equipment that the military officers are tired of playing, they have bought many hard-working servants for Triumph City, and sent a large number of useful servants to the Western Front. Even the Xilan Empire is one of their achievements.

  He didn't want this muscular military officer to screw things up.

   McCllen said impatiently.

"knew."

  The adjutant gave him a surprised look.

   This is the first time the two have worked together. He thought that this General McCollen would be more difficult to deal with than he imagined, but he didn't expect this guy to be surprisingly easy-going?

   It was nothing like what he had heard from his colleagues.

  Macron ignored this guy, leaned back on the seat and closed his eyes to rest.

  Since he was imprisoned in the alliance for half a year, he seems to have changed, from arrogant and domineering to gloomy and restrained.

   Especially after hearing the news of General Griffin's death.

   I don’t know if he was frightened by the cruelty of the factional struggle or what, he has been in a state of self-exile when he returned to Triumph City, wandering outside the core of power.

  Even though some factions kept throwing olive branches at him, he didn't respond. Over time, he became a marginal man in Triumph City, and he hasn't been appointed as the new airship commander until now.

   And still as a two-star ten thousand captain.

  Until this time, the civilian group that was also outside the core of power threw him an invitation to cooperate, asking him to serve as a military advisor to the strategic allies of the Legion.

  Maybe he wanted to go out to relax, but he readily agreed without much hesitation, but he kept his face hanging all the way here.

  The convoy stopped at the gate of Tiangong.

  The officer who got in and out of the co-pilot opened the car door for the two people sitting in the back, and a towering giant tower soon caught the eyes of the Weilant people.

  The shape of the tower is flat, like a rectangular parallelepiped with corners, and the walls are as steep as a mirror. The most shocking thing is not its magnificent outline, but it is like a book laid flat, floating ten meters above the ground in a suspended posture, and only an artificially carved marble staircase is connected to it. .

  There is only one possibility to free this magnificent building from the shackles of gravity.

  Looking at the majestic "palace" in front of him, McClenn narrowed his eyes slightly.

   "Anti-gravity device?"

  The adjutant nodded slightly and said softly.

   "Yes, its core is a cargo starship, you should be familiar with that thing."

   McCllen snorted noncommittally.

   "It's a luxury to use this thing as a palace."

"After all, this peninsula of 3 million square kilometers is the only 'reserve', and the desert and mountains block too many things for them. You will know what's going on after staying here for a while. Being born here is A kind of luck, but also misfortune..." The adjutant said softly, at this moment an officer suddenly trotted up to him and whispered a few words hastily.

  The adjutant's expression changed immediately after hearing this.

   Keenly caught the change in his expression, McClenn slightly raised his eyebrows.

"What's wrong?"

   "It's nothing, there is a small situation in the east of Borneo Province...but it's not a big deal, you don't need to worry about it, we will solve it through diplomatic channels." The adjutant looked a little embarrassed and replied evasively.

  Macron frowned even tighter, staring at him intently.

   "What the hell? I order you to tell me immediately."

  One level of senior officer crushes people to death, let alone so many ranks, the adjutant could not withstand the pressure after all, so he said it bravely.

   "Alliance soldiers land at Port Gumgallon—"

   Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw McClen turned his head and walked towards the convoy.

  The adjutant was shocked when he saw this, but he didn't expect this guy to react so quickly, so he hurried up and grabbed his arm.

   "Wait, General McCollen, you... what are you doing?!"

  Turning his head to stare at this guy, McClen scolded angrily.

   "What are you doing? You said that you want me to come here to train the soldiers of the empire, but you never said that you want me to fight the alliance!"

   It's not that he's afraid of those blue gophers.

   It's just that he doesn't even have a decent army in his hands now, so he relies on this group of cannon fodder to fight against the alliance.

   Pulling McClenn's arm tightly and not letting go, the adjutant hurriedly explained, dumbfounded.

"You, don't get excited, they only landed a thousand-man team, and it was in the easternmost part of Borneo Province, and we were in the west... and we haven't heard of the alliance officially declaring war on the Xilan Empire, which must be What a misunderstanding!"

  McLen stopped and looked at him suspiciously.

   "Are you sure? There is only one thousand-man team?"

  The adjutant nodded quickly.

   "I'm sure! Our intelligence network is all over the peninsula, I can assure you! Things are definitely not what you think..."

  A thousand-man team.

   It is difficult to occupy Jin Gallon Port, let alone fight here.

   Realizing that he seemed to be overreacting, McCllen couldn't help but blushed, shook off the hand that was holding his arm, and coughed hard.

   "Next time, finish your sentence at once, don't be like squeezing toothpaste."

  You didn’t even give me a chance to finish speaking...

  The adjutant smiled wryly, complaining in his heart, but in the end, he was trying to save some face for the Chief Wan, so he kept silent.

   At this moment, surrounded by a group of officials, a man in luxurious clothes stood at the top of the stairs leading to the Heavenly Palace.

  The hearty and bold smile came together with the overjoyed welcome.

   "Welcome! Friends from the North!"

   "You guys are here!"

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