This Game is Too Real

  Chapter 707 The gray wolf who doesn't follow the routine

  Fang Chang's concerns are not unreasonable.

  The premise of the siege and reinforcement is that the besieged defenders still have a little will to resist.

   For the nearly 3,000 imperial soldiers who were besieged in the "Karaba Market", whether they owned this thing was obviously a mystery.

  But he actually has bigger ambitions than simply capturing a prince...

   Camp Lowell.

  The murderous dagger wearing the exoskeleton found Lacy who was sitting on the ammunition box and fiddled with the LD-47, and got straight to the point.

   "Come to live."

  Placing the newly acquired toy aside, Lassi stood up and jumped off the ammunition box, bowing and nodding.

   "At your command, my lord."

  The Killing Dagger is no nonsense, he directly took out a tablet and stuffed it into his hand, and clicked on the map and the battle plan listed next to the map with his index finger.

"About 3,000 remnants retreated to the Kelaba market. They requisitioned the houses and all available bunkers in the market, and used the remaining ammunition and individual anti-armor weapons to build a new line of defense around this area. The good news is that they drove Once the civilians in this area are destroyed, we can freely use all available support firepower. As for the bad news, we haven’t seen it yet.”

"But even so, you still can't underestimate the enemy. I don't want a group of dogs in the water to suddenly regain their confidence. You need to do what we said, step by step, first surround this market, and then Put pressure on the besieged troops from four directions, southeast, northwest, and force them to break out of the siege..."

   Pointing his index finger on the map, the murderous dagger paused and continued.

"...We speculate that they will not go directly to the north. Both the east and the west are good choices. In order to reduce the uncertainty, we need you to exert more pressure on the west and make some feints appropriately to make them choose the east as much as possible. As the main breakthrough direction."

   Lassi frowned and looked at him puzzled.

   "Why let them go? I can catch them all for you."

  Killer Dagger said patiently.

"This involves the second step of the plan. We hope to intercept them when they retreat, and drive some of the deserters to positions outside the settlement. Taking advantage of the support of the 10,000-strong team outside the settlement, the people who fled outside the city Eat it with the 10,000-strong team lying outside the city."

  This method can be regarded as a workaround for surrounding the spot.

Araiyan, who was stationed outside the settlement, had no new actions after dispatching a team of 10,000 people to the trenches on the front line. It seemed that he planned to let the broken soldiers in the settlement organize their own forces to break through, while the reinforcements Focus on cover.

  It seems that the general Aryan did not intend to pay more soldiers for this stupid attack plan, and this happened to further prove that the attack itself was an accident.

   Like that thousand-man team that "landed on the beach" at Chip Harbor.

  Lassi had a surprised expression on his face. On the one hand, he was surprised by the alliance brothers' plan itself, and on the other hand, he was surprised by their appetite.

   That's a whole team of 10,000 people!

   And it is the most elite ace of the empire!

  However, he didn't show any timidity on his face. After a short thought, he asked an irrelevant question that he himself was very curious about.

   "Since we are going to let them go, why not just let them go from the north? Isn't it closer there?"

  The murderous dagger was stunned for a moment, looked at this guy with a strange expression, and asked back.

   "Would you go straight north instead?"

   Lassi was also taken aback.

why not?

   Regardless of this guy's bewildered expression, Killer Dagger looked up at the sky, and continued speaking hastily.

"It's getting dark, we judge that they will choose to rest for one night and stick to their positions until the dawn of the next morning. Generally speaking, that is the most relaxed time and the most suitable time to break through... This is the plan, if there are new changes We will notify you, and now we need you to act immediately."

  A sternness flashed in his eyes, Lassi reached out and picked up the rifle placed next to the ammunition box, and nodded seriously.

"give it to me."

  Looking at Laxi who turned around and walked towards the camp broadcasting station, Killer Dagger suddenly remembered something, and called out to him again.

"etc."

   Lacy stopped and turned around.

   "Anything else?"

  The murderous dagger pointed to the tablet in his hand.

   "There are a few people above that we want to live. There are others. If someone surrenders, try to keep alive as much as possible... Remember, a living person is worth more than a dead person."

  Lacy nodded slightly.

   "As ordered."

  …

  Klaba Market.

  This is the largest bazaar in King Gallen Port. It is located in the center of the northern urban area. It consists of hundreds of thousands of shops and stalls, surrounded by rows of square houses.

  Usually, these stalls are usually filled with colorful food, spices, textiles, trinkets, animals tied to ropes, and even some old electronic products and mechanical clocks shipped from other places.

Not only poor people and citizens will visit here to buy daily necessities, but some big businessmen and nobles in luxurious costumes will also come here to shop on a whim, looking for some rare good things or picking up leaks from ignorant people. .

   It is no exaggeration to say that as long as it is something that the Xilan Empire has, whether it is cheap red clay or toys made in Ideal City, you can find it here if you spend some time.

  Usually, this market will be busy from dawn to sunset, but today it is as lively as ever.

  The only difference is that the bustling crowd changed from yelling merchants and picking customers to a group of fleeing "gray wolves"...

   "Stop! What are you doing!? It's my house and you can't—ahh, it hurts!"

  A man in his thirties was grabbed by the arm by a soldier and thrown out the door. He was thrown into the street with his two wives and six children in disheveled clothes.

   Judging from the clothes and appearance of this family, although their identities are not high, they are definitely not snakes, mice, insects and birds.

  But this is no different to a group of defeated soldiers who have just suffered a defeat.

   Not listening to the angry man's argument, the soldier directly raised the muzzle of the pu-9 submachine gun to the man's forehead, yelling.

   "This is not your home! Now! Immediately! Get out! If you don't want to ask for trouble!"

  The cold touch made his heart feel like falling into an ice cave, he only felt his hands and feet were cold for a while, his lips trembled and he couldn't speak.

   There is another house not far away.

  An old woman hugged a soldier's leg tightly, begging bitterly, but was kicked into the door.

   Not long after, there was a sudden burst of gunfire, and then a group of soldiers with a machine gun crossed the **** threshold.

  The man was completely stunned, and a warmth flowed down the legs of his trousers to the ground.

  Glancing at the man who peed his pants in fright, Dilip didn't even bother to speak, and went straight across the threshold into the house.

  The guard following him reached out and grabbed the man by the collar, pushed him to the ground, and said a word coldly.

   "It's for your own good."

"roll!"

  The man didn't dare to stay, he stood up scramblingly, without caring about patting the ashes off his body, he dragged his family away in a hurry.

  The entire market was in a mess, and the disgraced residents were pushed out of their homes before they even had time to pack their luggage.

  A group of people crowded at a loss on the dirt road two streets away from the Kelaba Market, looking at the unfamiliar streets around them at a loss.

  A mother with a shocked face ran around looking for her lost child, a well-dressed man hesitantly reached out and knocked on the door of a nearby room to ask if he could stay overnight, and someone unbuttoned it for a piece of bread that was hard enough to knock teeth off...

  Children who were separated from their relatives curled up on the ground and cried bitterly, devout believers folded their hands and prayed, and some people sat on the ground and muttered in despair.

"what should we do?"

   "When are they going to stay..." a gray-faced man muttered in a low voice, "Don't they just stay here and wait?"

  The old man next to him sighed with a sad face.

   "... can only wait."

  At this moment, the fate of everyone seems to be temporarily the same, no matter what shape of label is attached to the body.

Looking at the street that was gradually fading into twilight, someone shook the child in his arms and hummed softly, someone sang along, and someone closed their eyes to enjoy the moment of tranquility and equality, weaving together in the chaos. song...

   They were actually lucky.

  Most of the soldiers here were defeated for the first time, and they still regarded them as citizens of the empire. If they lost a few more games, it would be hard to say what would happen.

  The defeated army that retreated to the Kelaba market finally completed the construction of the defense line before dusk, and at this moment gunshots were already ringing out from all directions.

  They found that what surrounded them did not seem to be the devil summoned by the alliance, but a militia force composed of local people.

   And this also made these werewolf soldiers trapped in the market extremely angry.

  In their view, this is undoubtedly a kind of betrayal.

Fortunately, the combat effectiveness of these militiamen is not very strong. Although they tried to launch a few feint attacks under the cover of mortars, they did not have any obvious effect, so they retreated and changed to encirclement. Every now and then a cold shot is fired.

   But even so, no one dared to relax.

  The big rampant crab left a deep impression on them, and no one can guarantee that those crabs will not go up with the militia outside in the next round of offensive...

  The sky is getting darker.

  The double-knife flag with a green background is still not floating on the roof of the Governor's Mansion, but Prince Dilip, who is in trouble at the moment, has no time to dream that unrealistic dream.

  Glancing at the communication soldier who was still debugging the radio, he beckoned for his guard to come to his side and gave some instructions.

   "I'm hungry, get me something to eat."

  The guard hurriedly nodded to the accompanying servants to prepare food.

   After a while, a bowl of ginger-yellow paste with beans floating in it was brought up, and a small dish of onion juice and two slices of sesame-seed cakes were placed in a basket.

  The guards guarding the room swallowed involuntarily, but Prince Dilip frowned.

   "It's all beans."

  The servant who brought the food said with a bitter face.

   "My lord, this is the only thing they have in the kitchen..."

  Dilip frowned into a hemp rope.

  The cake sprinkled with sesame seeds was okay, with a buttery smell, but the beans were fed to livestock, not for people to eat at all.

   After hesitating for a long time, Prince Dilip pushed the food away in disgust.

   "Go search other houses, I want to eat meat."

  The servant didn't dare to say anything, the guards beside him nodded quickly and gave a military salute.

"yes!"

  Watching the guard to leave, Dilip noticed that the other guards in the room were swallowing their saliva, so he ordered the servant to distribute the food to them.

  Looking at the guards who were devouring the food, the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch a hint of ridicule.

   A group of inferior people who don't know decency.

   The thwarted sense of superiority seemed to come back from other places, and Prince Dilip felt much better.

   At this time, the radio station was finally repaired, and the communication with the rear headquarters was finally restored.

  Overjoyed, Dilip immediately ordered the communications soldier to make a call to the rear headquarters, then snatched the phone, and yelled before Arayan opened his mouth.

   "What the **** are you doing! Why did I call for shelling for a long time, but I didn't even see a single shell!"

   There was a rustling electric sound in the earpiece, but there was no response.

  Seeing that Arayan was intimidated by his aura, Dilip took a deep breath and continued speaking in a calm tone.

"Because of your poor support, there is a little situation on the front line, but it's not a big problem... In short, I need reinforcements. Give me another 5,000 men, 12 artillery pieces, and more anti-armor weapons and explosives. The Alliance doesn't know where to get them. Here comes an iron lump, **** it, we should borrow some tanks from the Legion!"

  Alayan waited patiently for him to explain everything, and then calmly replied with only two words.

"return."

  Dilip froze for a moment, then his whole face flushed red.

   "You're ordering me!"

   There was another long silence in the communication channel.

  Seeing that there was no response for a long time, Dilip's sullen mood suddenly turned into a trace of panic.

   It wasn't until this moment that he really realized his situation.

  He is not playing a sandbox game of war chess deduction with His Majesty in the palace, but standing on a real battlefield, even surrounded by enemy troops!

  If this guy leaves himself alone—

  Dilip's lips trembled, and after waiting for a while, he finally squeezed out a cry of pleading from his parched throat.

"help me."

   There was finally an echo from the radio station.

"...Tomorrow at five o'clock in the morning, I will try to launch a round of shelling on the urban area near the Kraba Market to cover your breakout from the encirclement. There is a team of ten thousand people outside the city to meet you. Listen, this is your only chance not to be killed by the Alliance A captive, a chance to come back alive."

   Seriously memorized every word on the radio, Dilip nodded tremblingly.

"yes!"

  Alayan didn't finish speaking, so he paused and continued.

"...In addition, it is not ruled out that our enemy will deliberately set a path for you in order to lure you to leave the position, and then put you in your pocket and catch them all. Remember, before you leave, send someone to feint a few times to test the strength of the firepower. If you can't go, it's the easiest way. the way."

   At the same time as the voice fell, the communication was also hung up.

  Prince Dilip only felt that his back was soaked in sweat, and he sat down on the chair exhausted.

  Looking out the window at the last ray of light gradually sinking into the roof, he seemed to be gazing at the hope that was about to fall into darkness, his eyes filled with despair.

   Hope to make it through the night.

hope…

  At the same time, at the command post more than ten kilometers away, Arayan slammed the phone on the table, and then sat down on the chair with his face pressed between his brows in pain.

  All the officers around were silent, no one spoke.

   Rescuing that idiot Dilip is already the best ending. If it doesn’t work, it’s not bad for him to die on the way out of the siege.

   At least don't be captured by the alliance.

  Otherwise, another chip will be added to the enemy's hand.

  As for the remaining nearly 3,000 gray wolf warriors...

   Can only resign to fate.

  …

  The long night finally passed, and a smear of white was printed on the wharf of King Gallon Port.

  However, it was not the first ray of sunlight that shone on this land in the morning, but the deafening sound of cannons that tore away the last trace of tranquility in the night.

   "Fire!"

  The artillery positions of the Gray Wolf Army resounded with roars, and 100mm grenades rose into the sky and fell towards the urban area near the Kraba Market.

  Facts have proved that General Arayan has two brushes.

  All day yesterday, he was testing the limit range of the alliance artillery, and after completing the test, he dispersed the artillery deployment outside the effective range of the port artillery position.

   In contrast to this, this distance is basically close to the limit of the range for the Empire's 100mm howitzer.

   One after another "Brown sports bombs" were scattered in the urban area, only two-fifths fell around the Kelaba market, and even one-fifth fell in the market.

   As for the remaining two-fifths, no one knows where they will end up.

   "Oh my god... These guys really don't treat the survivors here as their own."

  Standing on the wall of the Rowell camp, the murderous dagger looked at the billowing smoke rising from the distant urban area with a look of surprise.

  If it wasn't for the fact that Dawn City wasn't like this, he almost didn't remember whose territory the fight was on.

"It seems that there are indeed people in the Kelaba market that they want to take back at all costs." Looking down at the survivors who blocked the door under the wall, the kidney fighter said helplessly, "Someone, please explain to them. , encountering this kind of curved firepower... This broken wall is actually useless, and it is more dangerous if they are all gathered together."

   To put it a bit cruelly, a grenade hit the roof. Although the family was probably dead, most of the fragments and shock waves could be buried by the walls.

  From the perspective of minimizing casualties, the safest thing to do at this time is to stay at home instead of swarming the streets.

  Especially the Rowell camp is considered a strategic location, even if today is not the main attack direction of the Gray Wolf Army, it is hard to say what will happen tomorrow.

  The murderous dagger sighed.

   "I'll try it."

  Although he feels that there is no point in doing so...

  At the same time when the gray wolf army artillery launched an artillery attack on the northern city of King Gallen Port, nearly 3,000 defeated troops trapped in the Kelaba market also began to break through.

  The soldiers of the Gray Wolf Army holding rifles assembled along the edge of the building, and launched a fierce attack on the militia on the periphery of the Kelaba Market from four directions, southeast, northwest, in units of a hundred people.

  The gunfire echoing inside and outside the market was like setting off firecrackers, and the bullets flew like a shower.

  The wooden booth was pushed down on the street as a shooting shelter, and was riddled with bullets in a short while.

   Soon a group of soldiers wrapped the broken bricks and soil blasted away by the shells with sheets, and piled them on a two-wheeled cart to make a temporary shelter.

   One person charged forward pushing the cart full of obstacles, and nine people followed behind, charging forward desperately while firing.

   From time to time, someone was shot and fell down, but someone soon made up for it.

   Driven by the desire to survive, the soldiers of the Gray Wolf Army, like hyenas cornered, exploded with astonishing fighting power, and for a while even fought against the militiamen who were several times their size, unable to hold their heads up.

   Seeing the hope of escape, Prince Dilip, who was hiding on the second floor of the private house, poked his head out of the window excitedly, and yelled at the soldiers in the market with his hoarse voice.

"Rush to me! The way home is ahead! What stands in front of you is just a bunch of cannon fodder! Hopeless garbage! Cowards who betrayed the empire! Tell them with the rifles in your hands, who is it? A true hero—!"

  Thanks to the continuous gunfire and artillery fire all around, the soldiers leaning on the side of the bunker couldn't hear his roar, otherwise it's hard to say whether someone couldn't help but raise their head and shoot him.

  The commander Satish, who was in command nearby, happened to hear it, and his brows twitched violently, but he could only suppress the anger in his chest and pretended not to hear.

   Damn it!

   Who the **** got them stuck here!

   Just as he was cursing, new news came from the front line.

  A centurion has successfully penetrated the defense line deployed by the puppet army on the east side, opening the passage to retreat outside the settlement.

  Listening to the good news reported by the frontline officers on the radio, the commander took a deep breath and returned to the downstairs of the private house where Prince Dilip was, and shouted towards the window on the second floor.

   "...My lord, our soldiers have opened a gap in the east! Come down quickly, we will cover your retreat!"

  Prince Dilip just wanted to respond, but suddenly remembered the warning of General Alayyan, and quickly swallowed back the words that had come to his lips.

"No! I won't go from there! It's a trap of the alliance! Have you forgotten how fierce their firepower was yesterday? How could they let us go so easily! This must be their conspiracy. Let it out from the east, and then we will be wiped out!"

  Hearing this wayward speech, Satish almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

   One thing to say, this analysis is indeed not unreasonable.

  If he were the commander on the opposite side, he would also consider using the tactic of "surrounding three corners", but shouldn't this be something to discuss before starting to break out? !

  Now the line of defense has been opened, and everyone has seen the hope of escaping, but you can't leave here? !

   What a joke!

   This guy really treats the people under his hands as war games in the sand table? !

"We have no choice!" Suppressing his anger, Satish yelled at him, "In order to open this line of defense, we have left at least five hundred brothers behind. Even if there is a trap, now we can only bet Rush over! This is the only chance! They can't capture everyone!"

"Commander Satish, I'll say it again! This is an order! The soldiers who have broken through the line of defense continue to move forward, and the rest of them break out towards...the north! If you refuse to obey the order, wait for His Majesty to punish you!" Dilly Prince Pu roared fiercely, panic and madness were written on his pale face.

   To be honest, he didn't know what to do.

  When deducing chess pieces on the sand table, there are no bullets and artillery fire flying around in the sky. Every wrong decision may cost him his life.

  Perhaps the only thing that is a little better than a layman is that he knows that doing anything at this time is better than doing nothing.

  Just do what Arayan says.

   If you lose, you can still blame that guy.

  He is extremely remorseful now, he shouldn't have said that at the beginning, and asked Alayan to ask those 5,000 people to attack the Governor's Mansion.

   But it's too late to say anything now.

  The plan hadn't gone the way he expected it to from the start, and every unanticipated order made things worse.

   If only the enemy would allow him to press the pause button and think about it...

   Better show him another look at his hand.

   Satish looked desperately at the prince standing on the second floor, stumbled back two steps, his lips trembled for a long time, and finally snatched the phone from the communication soldier's hand and roared in despair.

   "The units that have broken through the defense line continue to advance! The rest of the units are attacking the defense line on the north side of the market! No matter what the cost, rush over!"

   It doesn't make sense to do anything now.

  Dedicating loyalty to His Majesty can at least save his family.

  Things have come to this, he can only break the jar...

  …

  The east side of the Kelapa Market.

  The continuous gunfire suddenly died down, and it stopped without warning, like a candle being blown out by a gust of wind.

  The remnants of the Gray Wolf Army, who had already pried open a gap in the encirclement, suddenly gave up their aggressive attack.

  Except for the centurion that had already broken through, the remaining soldiers turned their guns and headed towards the north of the market.

  They seemed to be tearing apart the line of defense, and they didn't intend to rush through the line of defense that had already been broken.

   Without the support of follow-up firepower, the centurion that rushed out of the encirclement net was quickly captured, with a gun pointed at the back of the head, and squatted on the ground in disgrace.

  The defense line to the east of the market, which had already been penetrated, was closed again after a group of militiamen moved hesitantly.

   This weird scene was beyond everyone's expectations.

  If it wasn't a human being standing on the front line, Lassi couldn't believe it was real.

   But even though he saw it with his own eyes, when he heard the report from his subordinates on the walkie-talkie, he was still taken aback for a moment.

   "...are they really going north?"

   "Yes... They concentrated all their troops to break through to the north! Damn, these guys are already crazy!" The noisy gunshots and rapid panting came from the walkie-talkie, showing how anxious the battle was.

   Lacy immediately pressed the question.

   "How is your situation? Can you hold on?!"

  Frontline officer: "The problem... shouldn't be big! Although there are a large number of them, most of them are exhausted... Do you want to let them go?"

  Heaved a sigh of relief, Lacy pondered for a moment, and ordered decisively.

   "Hold the ground! Hold it at all costs! The brothers of the alliance want the lackeys of the empire to go east, and no one can go north!"

  The frontline officer replied resolutely.

"yes!"

   Hang up the communication.

  Lassi then ordered the subordinates beside him to withdraw those brothers who filled the gap in the defense line on the east side of the market.

  He is very clear about who gave him the power in his hands, and he knows even more that if he wants the alliance to support him all the time, he must show the value that matches it. And to achieve this, completing orders is even more important than victory itself.

  He is eager to prove himself.

   Even with the last drop of blood, he will wring the necks of those hyenas back from the north!

  He still doesn't believe it.

   These guys really don't want to go east!

but-

  Although the "master's order" is more important than the victory itself, it is impossible to say that Lacy has no doubts in his heart.

  Looking at the entrance of the open market not far away, he was silent for a long while before murmuring in a voice that only he could hear.

   "I just said they will retreat north..."

   At the same time, on the wall of the Lowell camp, the murderous dagger overlooking the battlefield through the quadrotor drone also had a bewildered expression.

  He saw with his own eyes the remnants of the gray wolf army trapped in the market break through the defense line on the east side of the market.

  However, before he could send a signal to intercept the 3rd and 400th troops who had been ambushing nearby for a long time, he watched the group of "gray wolves" suddenly give up and attack the north side of the market.

   What is this operation? !

   "Unscientific..."

  He muttered repeatedly in his mouth, and his eyes were full of incomprehension.

  However, just when he was planning to report this abnormal situation to the temporary command post in the rear, and asked for further instructions, the situation under the drone lens showed a new change.

   Seemingly unable to bear the continuous casualties any longer, the remaining gray wolf soldiers gathered all their forces and launched a final round of fierce attack on the defense line on the north side of the market.

  The last burst of intensive gunfire was somewhat hopeless, and both sides also paid huge casualties for it.

  However, the militiamen who stood there still worked hard to maintain the line of defense.

   Breaking through several times in a row failed to make any progress, and the remaining one thousand "gray wolves" were finally defeated and scattered into a mess on the solid line of defense.

   But even so, they still did not choose to withdraw from the east side of the market, even though the militiamen who surrounded the market had left a door for them there.

  They dropped their weapons, and walked out of the bunker with their hands up in despair, no matter how the chief shouted, they couldn't stop...

   Even, after discovering that scolding was useless, their chief also raised his hands and walked out.

   Not only the murderous dagger fell silent, but even Fang Chang and Lao Bai, who were far away in the temporary headquarters, froze in place after hearing the news from the front line.

  This trump card that they placed "high hopes" on...

   Is that how you voted? !

  (end of this chapter)