This Game Is Too Realistic

Falcon City.

The once prosperous streets are now deserted.

Except for a few main roads leading to the palace and military camps that remained open, the rest of the streets and alleys were filled with obstacles and bunkers.

Several workers worked hard to fix the steel bars made of scrap iron with rivets into a triangular pyramid-shaped horse. This was already the eleventh piece they had completed today.

The labor commander told them it would be able to withstand Union tanks. However, almost everyone feels that this is a waste of effort.

If even river embankments can't stop the tracks of Alliance tanks, what's the use of this improvised anti-tank and horse-repelling system?

They could knock down the houses on both sides of the street and then go around them. "I heard that Bicester Town fell." A shirtless man wiped his sweat and put his tanned arm on the newly assembled anti-tank horse. The workers nearby looked over after hearing this, and an old man about forty or fifty years old muttered suspiciously. "Really?" the man said in a determined tone.

"It's absolutely true! Yesterday I was working outside the city, and I saw with my own eyes a team retreating from the direction of Bicester Town..."

Regardless of whether they care about the progress of the war or not, the residents of Falcon City are no strangers to that fortress-like settlement. Before the Wealant people came here, they were financially weak and had never tried to build a fortress in the desert. It is precisely for this reason that the Falcon Royal Family often talks about the fortress standing in the desert, which proves that the royal family made an extremely wise decision to join the Legion, proves the Legion's advanced construction technology, and proves the close relationship between the Falcon Kingdom and the Legion. friendship……

And this is indeed the case. Until half a month ago, Bicester Town played the role of a frontline logistics hub.

No one could believe that that mighty fortress fell so easily... "Bicester... even there fell." "The Alliance people are coming to kill."

"I heard that all the members of that alliance are wastelanders who live in poverty and savagery since they were born... God knows what kind of ruin your majesty's palace will be after those barbarians come."

Everyone was talking in whispers.

A boy with a waxy tanned face asked nervously. "Army, where's the legion?" Those tall Weiland people still made him feel safe.

Listening to the radio, reinforcements from the west are coming soon. As long as they hold on, the alliance will soon be overwhelmed by tens of thousands of tanks.

However, the adults didn't seem to believe those words at all. The dark-skinned man shook his head.

"The Vaillant people have rearranged the three-layer defense line, but I'm fed up with it... not enough people have withdrawn from Oasis No. 3.

half. I think this battle is almost over.

Hearing this, the old man beside him was frightened and quickly covered his mouth. "Shut up, shut up, be careful not to be overheard by the patrolling guards," a resident wearing a turban said angrily, staring at him. "Rumor! It must be a rumor!" This sentence was quickly echoed. "That's right! Your Majesty is the chosen warrior, how could he lose?"

The dark-skinned man seemed to realize his gaffe and quickly changed his words to make amends. "I said it was over, but I didn't say we had lost... I meant that the alliance would be over soon. In the end, of course, His Majesty, the wise and powerful one, won."

However, even the most devout believers do not believe this statement.

At this moment, the patrolling guards were coming from a distance. Everyone quickly stopped talking and returned to their posts to continue working.

"...Is it necessary to patrol? This city feels like there are not many people left." The guard carrying a rifle yawned and glanced at the laborers who were working conscientiously.

These days are definitely the most peaceful days in Falcon City. There are no thieves. There are no robbers. Not even pedestrians.

From men as young as 12 to 46 years old, all those who could handle a gun were sent to military camps or to labor camps.

Apart from His Majesty the King's court, there probably won't be many idle people in the entire Falcon City.

"The purpose of patrolling is not to catch criminals, but to find fish that have slipped through the net." The older guard glanced at the alley at the corner and was about to go in and take a look.

At this moment, a piercing alarm suddenly came from the distance. "Fuck! Air strike?!"

He was not the only one whose expression changed wildly. The workers who were building bunkers on the street also dropped the tools in their hands and ran into the alleys on the street looking for bunkers as if they were desperate.

I heard that Alliance planes are very tricky, like sparrows, and the Wilantes' radar can't catch them at all. Soon after the air raid siren sounds, bombs will fall.

However, this time there was something unusual.

After waiting for a long time, there was no explosion. Not even a plane was seen. Sensing something abnormal, the older guard couldn't help but frowned. Dud. Just when he was thinking this, white pieces of paper suddenly fell from the air. "what is that"

The young guard stretched out his hand curiously, caught a fallen piece of paper, unfolded it and took a look. And this look doesn't matter.

Those lines of text almost made him stop breathing.

[Warning to the Falcon Kingdom royal family! We will carry out strategic bombing on the Falcon City palace, military camps and other facilities on the last day of this week. Surrender is your only way out, and stubborn resistance will only lead to your own destruction]

[Attachment 1: Residents in the city are asked to leave the warring area. If you are unable to leave, please stay at home to avoid being accidentally injured by stray bullets and explosion fragments. 】

[Attachment 2: All combat units such as Legion and Falcon Kingdom soldiers and officers shall surrender at the Alliance garrison with this leaflet.

Free from capture. 】

[Appendix 3: (Air Raid Emergency Evacuation Guide), (Safe Zone Location)] The Alliance...has already arrived here. Why was it never mentioned on the radio?

There was a hint of panic in his eyes, and he looked up at the older officer, only to see that the officer was staring at the leaflet in his hand, and he quickly threw it away as if he was electrocuted.

"Report, sir, I definitely don't have that, that--" "Shut up."

The older guard glanced left and right and saw that no one was paying attention. He walked over and picked up the leaflet the young man dropped.

"We have to collect them and destroy them... You are in charge of that side," he pointed to the alley next to him, "Go ahead." The young guard breathed a sigh of relief, nodded tremblingly, and trotted towards the alley. Went in.

The older guard glanced at the leaflet in his hand, his eyes rested on the map with the safe zone, and he carefully noted its location. Then he folded the leaflet into a thumb-sized size and stuffed it into his boot.

It is a serious crime to conceal leaflets dropped by enemy troops. But he still did it in a strange way.

Although his superiors have been repeatedly brainwashing them, the Falcon Kingdom's army has been advancing rapidly under the leadership of Prince William, and has captured all the territory of the Lion Kingdom and the Hump Kingdom. However, few people believe this nonsense. .

The soldiers who came back from the east all had faces full of fear and their pupils were blurry and dull, which did not look like what a victor should look like.

Not far away from him, the dark-skinned worker and the old man in his forties or fifties also carefully hid the flyers.

The two looked at each other, understanding each other tacitly. Even if it's not for yourself. Also for the defenseless families.

Amid the piercing sound of air-raid sirens, similar scenes were staged everywhere in the city at the same time, including the palace of the Falcon Royal Family.

Unlike the chaos and commotion on the street, it was unusually quiet here.

On the magnificent throne, the aging King Mongot stared expressionlessly at the neatly written list in his hand.

This is the list sent by the temporary court, which records the next batch of people to be executed.

When the war is going well, there are often only one or two names on it. However, when the war situation begins to take a turn for the worse, sometimes there is not enough to write on one piece of paper.

Inside these executed people.

Some are spies, some are deserters, and some are traitors who question the royal family's decision, or simply dissidents who have been sneaked in by political opponents.

King Mongot knew very well that many people on the list in his hand must have been wronged, but he no longer had the heart to care about those boring questions.

He signed the list casually and impatiently threw it to the Guards officer beside him. "Send to Lord Cromwell."

The Earl of Cromway was the temporary president of the court appointed by him, and his power overriding the courts-martial and ordinary courts.

Specially and complexly deal with those traitors.

"yes.

The captain of the Guards bowed and saluted solemnly, and took the list with both hands. Mongot suddenly noticed that the hands stretched out in front of him were trembling slightly.

He looked up at the guard officer, slowly opened and closed his dry lips, and called out the man's name. "Myrdal."

The guard captain's shoulders trembled and he whispered. "What's wrong...Your Majesty?" "You are afraid." "I, not."

Looking at his confidant who knelt down with a plop, Mengge's cloudy eyes suddenly showed kindness, and he put his right hand on his shoulder and patted him gently.

"Don't worry, the Valantians promised me... and it was the promise made by General Griffin himself that he would bring us victory.

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It wasn't just General Griffin's promise.

His son William was also an outstanding marshal.

He has been preparing for this war for more than ten years. For the future of his people and to fulfill the long-cherished wish of his ancestors... He has a full hand of cards and there is no reason to lose.

Myrdal lowered his head and his Adam's apple twitched. He wanted to say something but didn't dare. A bitter smile appeared on his face that was blocked by the shadow.

He knew it very well.

His Majesty in front of him has gone crazy. Not even His Majesty...everyone here is crazy. Including himself. "Yes..." Myrdal said respectfully.

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the palace, and an officer trotted in. He knelt on the ground and spoke quickly to report.

"Report to your majesty! The Alliance air-dropped leaflets in our city! They announced on the leaflets that they would launch an air strike on the last day of this week--"

"How could the Alliance plane fly to us!"

King Mongot interrupted him with an unmistakable voice, and then spoke lightly. "Bring it to me and see." "Yes"

The officer stood up and took two steps forward in fear, and handed the crumpled leaflet in his hand to the captain of the Guards, who handed it to King Mongot.

Mengge who took the flyer just glanced at it lightly, snorted slightly, and raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"… extremely arrogant."

After that, he crumbled the flyer into a ball and threw it out.

Two months ago, William wrote to him that the fertile capital of the Lion Kingdom was still under siege by them. Even if the frontline battle situation suffered a slight defeat, the flames of war would not have reached the royal capital.

"The chief of city defense recommends that you take refuge in the underground palace..." Seeing that His Majesty the King was indifferent, the officer was sweating profusely and tried to persuade him to take shelter in the air defense bunker.

However, before he could finish his words, he was mercilessly interrupted. "I'm not going anywhere."

Looking down at the officer kneeling on the ground, Menggot clenched his fists, and a trace of madness flashed in his cloudy pupils. "I want to see how the alliance's planes can get past the thousands of troops under my command!" Bicester Fortress.

I couldn't help but sigh after looking at the telephone pole.

"These people are quite cruel to their own people." Irena said with a subtle expression. "That's totally normal."

Even the Weirant people may not be Griffin's "own people", let alone these followers whose status is not much higher than that of Cannon.

The short-lived victory concealed a series of inequalities. The conquest of the Honey Badger Kingdom and the Lion Kingdom allowed the slaves to briefly regain their confidence as masters.

And when the victory could no longer last, all the hidden contradictions burst out like pus under an acne. This kingdom has gone crazy...from the king to the common people. Fortunately, this is the end of the madness.

Trucks are driving in at the east gate of Bicester Fortress, and a large amount of building materials are being sent here through Oasis No. 3.

According to the order of the administrator.

They want to reinforce the town of Bicester, completely transform this fortress that serves as a supply hub into an offensive fortress, and deploy at least 100 to 155 artillery pieces on a 5-kilometer wide front to bring the border of the Falcon Kingdom within the artillery range.

Not only that, large and small engineering equipment imported from Ideal City were also sent here, including excavators, road rollers, etc.

According to the alliance, not only will a road be built from Oasis No. 3 to Bicester Town, but an airport will also be built to the east of the offensive fortress.

Military camp entrance.

With a flattering smile on his face, Videlir walked to the side of the mole and respectfully handed over the notebook in his hand.

"Sir, this is what you want."

The notebook records in detail the movements of every army passing through here, including numbers, personnel, supplies, and whereabouts.

This was something he spent the whole morning racking his brains to sort out.

Mole took a brief look at it and made a simple exchange with the information he collected from Wedelir's adjutant.

Compared.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he nodded. "Well done, you're free." Wedelier stood still.

Mole looked at him and raised his eyebrows. "Didn't you understand what I said?" Wedelier explained quickly. "No, no, sir... I just want to stay and serve you."

"Serve for me." Mole looked at this guy curiously, not knowing what drama he was singing. Seeing the questioning look from the regiment leader, Wedelir nodded quickly and said righteously, "Yes, sir! The Wilantes hijacked our king, controlled our country, and committed crimes in this desert. This is a crime that is outraged by both humans and gods...Although I am not talented, I am still willing to stand on the side of justice and conscience and contribute to the alliance."

He's not stupid.

The Falcon Kingdom is finished.

For a baron like him, who is neither high nor low, and has no blood relatives in other kingdoms who can help him, he will die no matter where he goes, so he might as well just make a living with the alliance.

I didn't like this opportunistic guy very much. Mole didn't want to agree at first, but then he thought about it. It would be good to have an obedient local guide following him.

Although the Skeleton Corps' next missions will focus on diversion and feint attacks, and the Alliance will not occupy Oasis No. 2 due to strategic considerations, Bicester Castle, the nail nailed into the belly of Oasis No. 2, will always remain. After this battle is over, many refugees from Oasis No. 2 may pass by here... Thinking of this, he nodded. "Okay, then you can keep it.

Wedelir was overjoyed when he heard this. If he hadn't figured out that this eccentric gentleman didn't like others kneeling, he would have knelt down on the spot to thank him for the reinvention.

The adjutant standing aside was not as discerning as him, and he knelt down without thinking. "I am also willing to follow the footsteps of the alliance and serve the alliance and the administrator..." "Get up," Mole said with black lines on his head, "Don't kneel down every now and then, we won't do this." Before the adjutant could recover, Wedelier, who was standing next to him, quickly kicked his ass. "Did you hear that? I want you to get up." This kick had the flavor of writing a public letter to avenge a private vendetta.

He didn't forget that these dogs took off his clothes as a white flag. "Yes Yes!"

The adjutant looked aggrieved and said to himself that I didn't learn this from you, but in the end he still didn't dare to say what was in his heart and quickly stood up obediently.

Completely introduced into a new identity, Videlir did not regard himself as an outsider at all, and approached the mole diligently and asked.

"Sir, when are we going to set out to teach those big noses a lesson? I already dislike them," the Mole said impatiently.

"Of course we have our plan. If you can't wait any longer, get a gun and go charge at them." Upon hearing this, Wedelier's enthusiasm suddenly felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on him, and he hehe in embarrassment. Smile, shut your mouth and stop talking...

Although Videl wanted to lie down and lick the soles of his shoes, Mole did not completely trust this flamboyant guy.

After reporting the news to the manager, he assigned the licking dog the identity of a foreman and threw it away to Bicester

Working on the construction site on the east side of town.

no way. It's so disgusting to watch every day.

Although I wish my opponents were all weaklings like this, it turns out that a warrior like Rachel is more respectable. Different from Mole's distaste, Wedelier was very satisfied with this new job, even to the point of being moved.

It is better to be the captain of the labor force than to go to the front line and be a cannon. It seems that the Alliance does treat prisoners as kindly as rumored. It's a pity that he is not Marshal William.

Otherwise, he must lead the entire Falcon Kingdom army to surrender and end this stupid and futureless war as soon as possible. Entering the third day of the construction team.

Seeing another group of trucks passing the checkpoint not far away, the adjutant standing next to Wedelier muttered. "Does the Alliance intend to stay here forever?"

In the past few days, trucks have been driving in, and planes have been landing one after another, unloading enough supplies for several teams of ten thousand people.

But there was no sign of the Alliance army continuing to move forward.

Everyone in the Labor team had speculated that the alliance planned to catch the Legion off guard, but the result was not like this at all.

Wedelir also looked confused.

However, he is an honest person and knows that it is best to leave things alone that he should not know.

He kicked the adjutant in the ass and cursed under his breath. "Young master, you're looking around, hurry up and get to work!" The adjutant immediately shut his mouth, glared at the guy fiercely, didn't dare to say anything, and went to dig a hole honestly.

Wedelier and his fellow workers were not the only ones confused by the alliance's move. There is also General Griffin, the commander-in-chief of the legion stationed in Luoxia Province.

He stared at the map on the table with his brows furrowed, a trace of obvious confusion written on his face. As he expected, the Alliance captured Bicester Fortress.

However, what he couldn't understand was that the Alliance armored force that had knocked on the door of Oasis No. 2 did not continue to move forward as he had imagined, but stopped where it was.

Not only that, according to reports from the frontline reconnaissance force, a large number of trucks and engineering equipment were transported into the town of Bicester, which seemed to be strengthening the local infrastructure.

This confused Griffin even more.

After regrouping his troops, he was ready for a decisive battle with the Alliance, and even he himself was ready to die generously.

However, the alliance that was in a blitzkrieg posture a few days ago suddenly stopped fighting. This made him feel like he had nowhere to go.

What do these guys want to do?

"...according to the frontline reconnaissance force, planes have frequently landed near Bicester Town recently." Standing next to the command table, the staff officer who knew nothing about Griffin's plan said in a deep voice.

"Killer Whale"

"Not only...there are also many propeller planes." Griffin frowned. "Is there an airport in Bicester Town?" Could it be that the recently built propeller planes don't have high requirements for the airport, but didn't they change the runway on the Heart of Steel?

Why build another airport on the front line...

This sudden caution always gave him an ominous premonition, especially the information that a large number of planes had landed near the town of Bicester.

Although he didn't care what methods the alliance used, as long as he completed "that plan" before the end of the month, the ominous premonition still lingered in his heart. At this moment, the messenger ran in from outside.

"Report! News came from the King's Capital. The Alliance dropped leaflets on the King's Capital, announcing that it would carry out strategic bombing of Falcon City on the last day of this week!" The last day of this week.

That is, the day after tomorrow

Griffin suddenly thought of something, his pupils shrank slightly, he glanced at the map, and then quickly looked at the staff officer beside him.

"Which troop is closest to Falcon City?" The staff officer was stunned for a moment and replied immediately.

"It's the Falcon Kingdom's 20,000-strong team that retreated to rest... They are about two days away from the capital. For the decisive battle with the Alliance.

They have concentrated all their forces on the border of Oasis No. 2, and the only ones left behind are the disabled retinue troops.

Griffin's heart tightened and he quickly ordered.

"Let them go to Falcon City immediately! They must arrive within two days!" Heading to Falcon City? The officers standing around were stunned.

It is at least three to four hundred kilometers from the front line to Falcon City.

They knew that the Alliance's airborne troops were very strong, and General Soft of the 40,000th Army fell into the hands of the "Burning Legion".

But we can't use airborne troops to attack a city.

The city defense troops and royal guards stationed in Falcon City totaled five to six thousand people, and they were also protected by river embankments.

If you want to conquer such a fortress...how many planes would you need to invest?

What's more, with the "logistical self-sustainability" of paratroopers, fighting hundreds of kilometers away from reinforcements and supply lines, what is the difference between that and risking death?

However, seeing the gloomy expression on Griffin's face, the staff officer standing aside did not dare to ask any more questions and could only stand at attention and said.

"yes"

Withdrawing his gaze from the staff officer, Griffin looked at the map again, his fists slowly clenching and unclenching, his face changing with uncertainty.

The Alliance built temporary airfields on the front lines and assembled a large number of aircraft from the rear... This was obviously not intended to bomb targets within ten kilometers.

This is almost a given

He didn't understand why the alliance chose the most risky plan instead of choosing the best option.

The experience accumulated by the army over the years told him that when the other party makes an unexpected move out of character, he must be alert that the other party may have information that they should not have.

"...the royal capital."

Griffin chewed the word repeatedly and murmured it softly while looking at the map. "What on earth do you want to do?" at the same time. The desert on the southeast side of Oasis No. 2.

The Heart of Steel, which had sailed for hundreds of kilometers in no man's land, finally emerged from the howling wind and yellow sand.

Inside the bridge.

General McClun was staring at the man in power armor with a livid face, his eyes flashing with hatred and anger, but he did not dare to say a word.

He didn't expect that one day he would return to the airship in this form. This reminded him of that shameful memory...

Finold, who was standing in the corner, didn't dare to look at him, so he had to find a crack in the ground to distract himself. Fortunately, General McClung didn't pay attention to himself at all, and his eyes were entirely focused on that man's figure. "What did you want to do by bringing me here?" Finally unable to hold back his hatred, McClun said through gritted teeth. Not caring about his hateful eyes at all, Chu Guang replied in a relaxed tone. "You are invited to watch the finale."

"The ending." McClun was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "Isn't it too early to talk big?" Looking at his pretending to be calm, Chu Guang joked with a smile. "Be happy, you will be reunited with your old friends soon." "The Legion will not surrender." McClun stared at him, "Never."

"Is it"

Chu Guang smiled faintly, did not respond to his feeble struggle, and cast his gaze out the floor-to-ceiling window. The green outline gradually emerged behind the misty yellow sand, imprinted on the looming horizon in the distance.

From the bone-chewing chaos sweeping across the river valley, to the flames burning above the sunset...the day of reckoning has finally arrived. After this battle, the alliance will usher in long-lasting peace.

As a dedicated planner who loves his job, he has to spend some time to think about the new version. But not before that.

"It's time to end this war."

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