This Game Is Too Realistic

Outpost reception room.

Yi Chuan, who came from Embassy Street, finally caught Chu Guang who had just come out of the shelter, and he got straight to the point when they met.

"You have McClun?"

Chu Guang stared at him twice and nodded.

"That's right."

Yi Chuan was slightly stunned.

He originally thought that Chu Guang would shirk the blame or pretend to be ignorant, but he didn't expect that Chu Guang would directly admit it.

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

"Any questions?"

After coming back to his senses, Yi Chuan coughed lightly.

"Well, it's not a big deal. The council asked me to ask you if McClung can be sent to us for detention. After all, he is an important war criminal. It is still inappropriate for you to send people to dig coal, and it will affect the follow-up. ceasefire negotiations.”

"Ceasefire negotiations?" Chu Guang glanced at him with a strange expression, "Where are you now?"

Knowing Chu Guanghui's reaction, Yi Chuan continued patiently.

"We have liberated Oasis No. 9 and captured McClun. The bargaining chips in our hands are enough to make the Legion sit down at the negotiating table."

"What to talk about?"

"Of course they are retreating. Their supply lines have been paralyzed and they have no ability to continue to attack. We can't take down their defenses in a short time. Continuing to fight is nothing more than a war of attrition. They will consume each other's vitality. The ceasefire has a realistic basis. They Will consider it.”

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

"Don't rush to reject it. Why don't you listen to our proposal first?"

Chu Guang nodded, his eyes signaling him to continue.

Yi Chuan paused and continued.

"We plan to use McClun and other prisoners of war, as well as the Iron Heart, to exchange for the crew of the Trailblazer. As for the issue of Shelter 0, we can put it aside for the time being. Of course, you are using the Iron Heart now, and we will not let it You paid in vain. As compensation, we will leave the Pioneer to you, what do you think?"

Objectively speaking, this proposal is quite sincere.

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

Otherwise, the Legion would not be so coveted, pursuing and intercepting him one after another, and even went to great lengths to send the Heart of Steel to chase Luo Hua.

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

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

"Where's Oasis No. 3?"

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

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

"It is not realistic for the legion to give up the occupied areas, but we can put pressure on them and force the legion's own troops to evacuate from Oasis No. 3. As for the rest, let the survivors of Luoxia Province solve it themselves."

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

There is nothing wrong with doing so.

Enemies of enemies are friends who can be united, but this temporary friendship is established when the fight still needs to continue.

As long as a ceasefire can be achieved and the legion stops expanding eastward, it is just an oasis. It is completely expendable from a corporate standpoint.

Originally, those people were not on this chariot, but happened to be squatting in the same trench. The only blame they could have to blame was that they themselves could not resist for even a week.

To be honest, Chu Guang didn't want to fight. The alliance had just started and it needed development. Peace was of course more in the interests of the alliance.

But the premise is true peace.

It’s not like both sides take a breath and then get up and continue fighting.

"Even if we have to leave it to the survivors of Luoxia Province to solve it themselves, it should be after we liberate Oasis No. 3 and disband the Eagle Kingdom's military."

Yi Chuan was stunned for two seconds after hearing this, and then said with a wry smile.

"Do you think this is realistic, my friend?"

"Why not?" Chu Guang asked.

Yi Chuan reminded.

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

Chu Guang said without hesitation.

"We will solve it naturally."

Yi Chuan couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"What happens after it's solved? Will they send ten more clone groups over? They have as many consumables as they need every two years. Can you kill them all?"

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

"That's the overall goal. We don't expect to achieve it all at once. That's simply unrealistic." Yi Chuan shook his head and continued earnestly, "Just give it up when it's good."

Chu Guang's expression did not change at all.

"You have to wait until the fight is over, not in the middle of the fight. Our people lost a lot of blood, and finally gained a little advantage and grabbed the jackal's throat. If we don't take this opportunity to kill it, If my neck is broken, I won’t be able to sleep.”

Yichuan was silent for a while.

Maybe there would be no progress even if he continued. He sighed as if giving up and said in a retreat.

"Going back to the first question, at least extradite General McClung to us."

However, his concessions did not bring about compromises from his allies. Chu Guang still looked like he was indifferent, shook his head and said.

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

Seeing that this guy was stunned and refused to give in, Yi Chuan almost spat out a mouthful of blood and said with a blush.

"I can't explain it to the council if you do this!"

Looking at the expression on his face, Chu Guang knew that he was about to push this honest man into a panic, so he quickly changed his tone to a gentle tone.

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

Yi Chuan gritted his teeth.

“What if it doesn’t end before the end of the year?”

Chu Guang said in a relaxed tone.

"If it doesn't end by the end of the year, then I will agree to your terms and sit down and talk with the Legion."

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

The reason why McClung was thrown into the coal mine was because he didn't want this guy to have too much contact with the company and leave too many illusions to his old friends on the East Coast.

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

The two seemingly contradictory positions of "unswerving support" and "feeling sorry for the money and not wanting to fight for it" are not contradictory when it comes to companies. It is better to say that this is the norm.

Chu Guang knew very well that when the attitude should be tough, he must be tough. He must not be embarrassed just because he is a soft rice.

If he once opened a hole and handed over Maclun to the hands of the company, the East Coast Council would soon start arguing over "whether to use Maclun to negotiate with the Legion alone", in case something happened. Come, it will add variables to the battle situation.

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

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

It happened that Yun You was here at this time, and when she saw the sad expression on his face, she couldn't help but speak.

"Is there any result?"

Yi Chuan shook his head.

"without."

Yun You frowned slightly and lowered her arms.

"I'll go talk to him."

Yi Chuan quickly stopped her.

"Don't finally make some progress. Take your time and leave this matter to me."

Yun You stared at him twice and suddenly spoke.

"With all due respect, you spoil them too much."

"We have spent more than one billion to help them fight this war and upgrade their industries. We are the investors! If you don't speak tougher, those survivors will only think that you are easy to bully, and they will even try to take advantage of you. , just like now, if you can’t do a good job, I will submit a report to the council and ask them to change representatives who can better represent the interests of the company.”

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

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

Unable to withstand Yi Chuan's insistence, Chu Guang finally gave in and transferred McClun and his adjutant from the coal mine in Xizhou City and sent them to a separate small room.

Not exactly what the council wanted.

But according to Yi Chuan, by the end of the month, Ideal City plans to send reporters over to interview General McClung and other captured officers.

If those reporters were to know that the league was suspected of "prisoner abuse," it would undoubtedly undermine the image that the league had worked so hard to build.

According to Yi Chuan, the residents of Ideal City would rather see the Alliance convince people with reason and use "the brilliance of light" to influence the prisoners of war, making them realize that their actions are wrong and barbaric, and repent from the bottom of their hearts.

Chu Guang was naturally disdainful of this.

Since ancient times, it has never been Ming that can tame wild beasts, but whips, sticks and little boys. If you really want them to realize their mistakes, you should send them to the coal mines and realize the difference between humans and beasts during labor.

What's more, compared to the way those Wilantes treated slaves and other survivors, the Alliance's treatment of them can be considered benevolent.

However, considering that the alliance still needed the support of old friends, Chu Guang said nothing more.

Anyway, the number of Alliance prisoners of war has almost reached 30% of the total population.

There is no shortage of one or two in the coal mine.

Southeast of Oasis No. 3.

The battlefield veteran who had been showing off his food in the rear for more than a month finally took the opportunity to go to the front line and changed places to continue wasting food.

The convertible Jeep painted in desert color stopped at the foot of a sand dune.

After Chief Colway got out of the car, the battlefield veteran glanced at the surrounding positions.

I saw only criss-crossing trenches, connecting the mountains together. Looking at the mountains and plains, they looked like bullet holes.

In addition to trenches reinforced with wood and sandbags, the position was also dotted with machine gun forts covered with camouflage nets and anti-aircraft gun emplacements half-buried in the sand.

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

After getting out of the car, Colway looked at the soldiers waiting next to the bunker and gave instructions.

"Notify the acting captain of the 7th Hundred and ask him to bring all the brothers over to assemble."

"Yes, sir!"

The soldier stood at attention, gave a military salute, and immediately trotted to the artillery hole nearby. He quickly trotted back with an officer.

"The acting captain of the 7th Centurion, Beaufort, reports to you!"

After waiting for a while.

The teams squatting in the trenches also left their combat positions one after another. Under the command of the tenth captain, they walked to the bunker to gather, and managed to form a relatively neat queue.

To be honest, if I had not seen the ferocious appearance of those clone soldiers fighting in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, I would not have been able to imagine how powerful these people were in combat.

It is different from the clones that develop normally.

Most of these clone soldiers have dull eyes and slow reactions. They have some obvious or not obvious physical defects on their bodies, or they have obvious and hidden injuries from the previous battle.

Their eight-fold growth is their only advantage. It only takes two years to reach the physical fitness of a sixteen-year-old boy, three years to reach the peak of physical strength, five years to enter the aging period, and they can take care of funeral arrangements soon after retirement.

In fact, no clone soldiers can live safely until retirement. Those born with physical defects are designed to prevent them from living long and becoming a burden to society.

This technology was clearly inhumane during the Age of Prosperity.

But in the wasteland era where nuclear bombs can be thrown casually, it is obvious that no one will care about those trivial issues.

"Our thousand-man team is responsible for the G35 defense area, and you are responsible for the G357 section. Starting today, these people are all your subordinates!"

Standing next to the field veteran, Colway looked at the dark crowd of more than a hundred clone soldiers in front of the trench, and narrowed his eyes slightly with satisfaction.

It's a pity that the supplies haven't kept up.

If they had more ammunition, there would be no need for them to retreat. It would be more than enough to flatten the Alliance with this 100,000-strong army.

"Can they understand what I'm saying?" Warfield Lao couldn't help but complain.

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

A smile appeared on Colway's face and he patted him on the shoulder.

"I know what you are worried about, but don't worry at all. Although they look a little dazed, they are not dazed at all when fighting. As long as they see blood, they will turn into mad dogs that are not afraid of death. They will fight until It's much easier to lead them with only the last person left than to lead ordinary soldiers."

After a pause, he continued.

"In addition, the ten captains here will also assist you in your work. They are all officers of the Eagle Kingdom and have received professional military training. If you encounter any issues that you are unsure about, you can consult them more. Opinion."

Colway isn't worried about the pangolins' fighting prowess.

His bravery and loyalty have been tested in practice, but a good soldier may not necessarily become a good general. He still needs to go through the baptism of war to prove that he is equally capable as others in the art of command.

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

Knowing the importance of this opportunity, Zhanjie Lao took a deep breath and nodded seriously.

"I will remember."

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

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

After leaving these words, Colway got on the jeep next to him and returned in the direction he came from.

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

If only we were so optimistic.

Yesterday on the forum, he revealed his position in charge of the defense line, and those idle guys started clamoring to come and give him a big gift.

Guessing that the attack would take place at night, Battlefield Lao planned to go around the position twice first to familiarize himself with the terrain, so that he could act more realistically.

"Your name is Beaufort, right?" Mr. Warfield looked at the former acting captain, who was now a deputy centurion as his adjutant.

The man stood at attention and made a military salute.

"Yes, sir!"

The war veteran nodded, with a solemn look on his face, glanced at the soldiers present, and continued.

"From now on, I will be your commander. No matter where you come from, whether you are a noble or a commoner, you have only one identity now, and that is my soldiers! The only thing you have to do is to strictly discipline and listen to my command. You do whatever I tell you to do, do you understand?"

The clones shook their heads in confusion, looking not very smart.

However, their officers' IQs were still normal. They all stood up straight and shouted back at the top of their lungs.

"clear!"

"very good!"

The war veteran nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Beaufort, "Let the brothers go back to their respective positions, and you take me to the position to have a look."

Beaufort stood at attention and gave a military salute.

"yes!"

For officers trained by the legion, discipline is indeed irrelevant.

What's more, officers who were servants were already of low status and had no chance of promotion unless they encountered special circumstances. Therefore, no one turned a blind eye to provocation because of the new arrival of this "pangolin".

In addition, Beaufort could see that this airborne centurion was not only powerful and a rare awakened person, but also had a close relationship with their centurion, so his words were somewhat flattering.

The field veteran didn't take his flattery too seriously. He just pretended to express his approval of his work, and then asked about the status of the supplies in a circumstantial way.

Including how many bullets each soldier has, how many machine guns and rifles are on the position, what the team's staffing is, etc.

A hundred-man team is roughly equivalent to a company, and a thousand-man team is roughly equivalent to a regiment. Knowing the firepower configuration at the company level, you can basically deduce the firepower of the entire regiment from the small to the large.

When the new centurion asked about ammunition, Beaufort immediately began to complain.

"We haven't seen a supply truck delivering ammunition for a long time. The soldiers have less than sixty rounds of ammunition on average. Machine gun ammunition is even more precious. Our entire team was given two boxes. Why don't you go with Colway? Sir, say hello and ask him to send more ammunition."

From Beaufort's point of view, this is just a matter of saying hello. No matter how short the supplies are, there is always a way to give priority to related households.

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

"It's not just us who are in trouble, the whole army is in trouble! How can we trouble Lord Colway just because of such a small problem?"

"But with the little ammunition we have now, I'm afraid it will be a battle."

When Beaufort heard this, he immediately became anxious and quickly wanted to explain. However, before he could finish speaking, he was mercilessly interrupted.

"But what?"

Zhanjie Lao stared at his adjutant intently, feeling secretly happy in his heart, but he still had to put on a serious expression on his face, which almost caused him internal injuries.

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

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

This guy

You're not from Weiland, are you?

I feel like I'm even more crazy than the people in Willante!

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

"Unidentified armed forces were found five hundred meters ahead! There are probably a hundred people!"

"They're heading towards us!"

At the same time as the sentry shouted, the entire position immediately sounded the alarm bell, and all personnel entered combat positions.

The war veteran stopped chatting with Beaufort.

Hearing that someone was coming, he immediately went to the front-line machine gun position, picked up his binoculars and took a look, and saw the big eyes of the debt rushing to the front.

This guy was obviously an intelligence type, but he didn't even bring a VM. He held a broken gun that he probably picked up from a previous battle and rushed people into his face.

Everyone was dumbfounded by the old soldier holding the telescope.

Good guy.

This is even acting!

He just didn't have the words "I'm here to kill someone" written on his face.

Beaufort, who was standing aside, frowned as he looked at the people attacking from the front. He did not take it lightly because the enemy was full of flaws.

They don't have a lot of ammunition.

Even with this kind of suicidal charge, they still wouldn't be able to hold on if there were a few more waves. Moreover, Lord Colway specifically asked that the other party must not let the other party see that there is a problem with their supply situation.

For a moment he couldn't help but fell into a dilemma.

Should the machine gun position be opened or not?

"It should be a test by a small group of enemies!" Beaufort gritted his teeth, and the commander on the same side whispered, "I suggest you put them in before fighting!"

The battlefield veteran nodded subconsciously, but soon thought that he was on the legion's side, so without saying a word, he kicked the dazed machine gunner aside.

"What are you doing standing still?"

"Hit me hard!"

Before the confused machine gunner could figure out the situation, the old man on the battlefield squatted on the machine gun position, grabbed the handle and turned on the safety, and swiped at his good brother three hundred meters away.

Exaggerated screams could be heard in the distance, but they were soon drowned in the din of gunfire and bullets.

Seeing the flames spitting out from the machine gun positions, the infantrymen squatting in the trenches also opened fire, and the more than a hundred people charging towards the positions were instantly beaten to a pulp.

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

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

As the smoke dissipated, there were no living people in front of the position.

"Cease fire! Cease fire! They are dead!" Beaufort, standing aside, shouted desperately.

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

In fact, seeing the death on the other side, the infantry in the trenches had already ceased fire, but the commander lying on the machine gun position seemed to be red-eyed and didn't realize it at all.

In just half a minute, this guy wanted to empty out the ammunition of a ten-man team!

Until there was a metallic hammering sound, the index finger stuck to the trigger was finally moved away, and Beaufort's blood pressure dropped with it.

Looking at the empty bullet chain and the red-hot barrel, the battlefield veteran smacked his tongue unsatisfied and threw away the faintly hot machine gun handle.

Seeing that the machine gunner and his adjutant were both glaring at him with murderous expressions, the battlefield veteran was stunned for a moment and hurriedly coughed to remind them that he was the commander.

"Don't worry about the ammunition. The more ammunition you lack, the less you can let your opponent underestimate you!"

"The commander on the opposite side is probably watching from behind. If we let them know that we are short of ammunition, the next time they come will not be a hundred-man team, but planes, tanks, and thousands of people!"

"As long as it can eliminate their vitality, this ammunition is worth it!"

Beaufort nodded confusedly.

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

Looking at the corpses outside the position, he suddenly felt that his tense mood was much lighter.

When he saw the friendly troops who had withdrawn from the front line, they were all using crutches and looked frightened. He thought those people were scary.

Now it seems that I have thought too much

“It feels like the alliance is nothing more than that.”

While saying this, Beaufort suddenly felt confident again.

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

"Someone take someone up there to have a look."

"I!"

The captain squatting in the trench next door raised his hand voluntarily, with an eager expression on his face, obviously intending to show off in front of the newly appointed commander.

Beaufort originally wanted to raise his hand, but when he saw someone taking the lead, he took it back.

Zhanjie Lao looked at the young man and nodded.

"Not bad, very energetic, go and come back quickly!"

"Yes, sir!"

The captain chuckled, grabbed the "Ripper" rifle leaning on the edge of the trench, took the five clone infantry and left the trench, walking towards the pile of corpses.

The front line was short of ammunition.

Of course the enemy's weapons can be recovered a little bit at a time.

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

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

However, I don’t know whether it was because a certain switch was touched, or the person lying on the ground was still alive and pulled the grenade. A loud bang suddenly exploded on the ground. The people squatting in the trench lowered their heads subconsciously. Then he looked outside.

"Grass!"

"It's a booby trap!"

"Kemis!"

Beaufort stared outside the trench, his eyes red and shouted loudly. When there was no response, he hammered the sandbag with his fist.

"Damn! He's dead!"

There was silence in the trenches.

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

This is the first death around them since they were sent to the front line.

Looking at the captain who was blown to pieces, the war veteran also stared blankly for a long time.

Hiding booby traps in clothes is okay.

Is this so different from what we agreed to yesterday?

Fortunately, I didn't show off, otherwise I would have just gone back to my hometown to reunite with my brothers.

Unexpectedly, he suffered battle damage on the first day he took office. The old man in the field also felt mixed, and he shook his head in confusion.

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

He reached out and patted the deputy captain next to him, whose face was pale and his lips were trembling and could not speak. He coughed lightly and said.

"Now you are the captain of ten."

"Do a good job and don't let me down."

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