This Game Is Too Realistic

In the square in front of the castle.

Standing on the tower of the gate, I looked out at the sea of ​​people. It was so dark that even the road leading to the square was blocked by water.

Since the promulgation of the Wartime Regulations, this kind of spontaneous large-scale gathering of residents has not happened for a long time.

Everyone is afraid of being caught as a young man, or being arrested as a spy by the Earl of Cromway appointed by His Majesty the King. Now that the war is over, people dare to wander around the streets with nothing to do.

Looking at the gallows in the center of the square, the people gathered around the square excitedly whispered to each other, talking about the gossip they had heard from others.

"Did you hear that Matt Neal was sentenced to hang?" "The Baron?"

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

"His little daughter is so cute... It's a pity that she happened to be attracted by that villain." "Poor Hunter, I heard that his eldest son died outside the Capital of Plenty, and was even burned. The bodies can’t be found. He himself also lost an arm when he retreated, but unfortunately he didn’t die on the battlefield.” “The 20,000th Army must be... it’s too tragic.”

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

A thin man cursed and spat, but suddenly stopped mid-sentence. The people around him became more energetic after hearing this, looked at him sympathetically and curiously, and continued to ask questions. "Then" "Tell me about it."

The man's face turned red, and he was tired of being asked. He finally suppressed a curse and drove away the people who were watching the fun around him. "Tell me about your mother"

Beside the gallows not far away, under the watchful eyes of pairs of eyes, the belated "protagonists" finally arrived.

Field.

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

Faced with the inevitable death, even the most ferocious person can't help but turn pale and his lips turn white. One baron closed his eyes, and the man next to him was so frightened that he peed his pants. The smell leaking from his trouser legs made the executioner who was pressing him to the execution ground frown.

The ugly behavior of the five nobles made the residents in the audience roar with excitement.

They had never seen these decent people in such a miserable state. It was even more exciting than watching crickets wrestling in the mire.

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

These people are not as noble as they claim to be. Facing death, they will cry and beg for mercy.

But even if they beg for mercy, the angry citizens are not going to let these hateful guys go. It was they who sent those young men to the front line, fat cattle, sheep, and young girls to the military camps, just to please those Weirant people. These nobles did not dare to resist the rule of the Wilantes, but in turn passed on all the suffering to innocent people like them. Five people. Too few people were killed! Because there were no rotten eggs or rotten vegetable leaves to use, people could only pick up stones on the ground to express their hatred. In order to prevent these people from dying before being executed, the militiamen standing nearby could only go up. Separate the crowd from the prisoners waiting to be slaughtered.

The executioner read aloud a series of unspeakable crimes committed by these people during the war, including murder and arson, committing crimes in the streets, and plundering money. This further ignited the anger in people's hearts. "Kill them!

"Cut off their heads, hang them on the street lamps," "Listen quietly and carefully." A man about thirty or forty years old, wearing linen clothes, walked up to the crowd. His name is Taut.

He was a papermaker before the War Regulations were enacted, but now because he was literate, he was singled out by Union soldiers as a representative on the committee. "Friends from the River Valley Province tell us to be civilized, even when dealing with jackals and hyenas! We must end their lives in a civilized way."

The five nobles were gagged and didn't even have a chance to quibble. Their necks were tied with hemp rope as thick as a bowl by Huizi's gloves.

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

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

"Good kill"

The people in the audience burst into deafening cheers.

Several people in the crowd had flashing expressions and walked away quietly with pale faces. In the mansion not far from the square, Earl Cromway stood by the window, his hand holding the window eaves trembling.

Today, the Alliance only executed those who committed crimes during the occupation, and did not carry out mass killings in the palace.

But after the alliance left, these mobs who got the guns went crazy. In order to ensure the smooth implementation of the mobilization decree, he killed many people for His Majesty the King. What he fears most now is that those people will liquidate

to his head.

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

But they suddenly attacked the nobles in the city and gave their guns to the civilians. This was obviously not a good sign. Earl Cromwell said nothing, his eyes struggled for a while, and finally he gritted his teeth and made up his mind. "I can't leave."

Looking at the surprised butler, Cromwell paused and continued.

"Tomorrow...tomorrow at the latest, the Heart of Steel will be here. The alliance's supreme commander or even the manager is very likely to be on that airship." The king could not speak anymore. He wanted to live. He can only please his new master, otherwise it will be useless no matter where he escapes.

A trace of sadness appeared on the earl's face. It's a pity that there is so little information about the alliance. I don’t know what that adult likes... After the trial and hanging, Taote asked the young men carrying guns to drag the body to a random place outside the river embankment and bury it somewhere.

If any family members come, leave it to them directly, but at this juncture, even if their family members want to collect the bodies for them, they may have to wait.

At the behest of the Alliance, Falcon City's Autonomous Committee established a new militia group.

Most of these militiamen are young men who have served in the labor force before. They are directly affiliated with the Autonomous Committee and are mainly responsible for maintaining public security in the city.

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

Only then did he realize that the Alliance had put something into his hands.

Killing these guys really relieved his anger. Like the people, he hated those guys who bullied them. But after the killing, he became afraid.

The Alliance can't stay here forever, if they

What if he leaves? Will Your Majesty spare him? Will those nobles spare him?

"Straighten your waist." Looking at Taote, whose face turned slightly pale, Lao Bai reached out and patted his shoulder, grinning and said, "You have a gun in your hand, so what are you afraid of?"

Taut said with a wry smile.

"This, this is not a question of guns... After all, those people are nobles conferred by His Majesty the King.

"So are they the Awakened ones, or do they hold a few divisions in their hands?" Lao Bai shrugged, "There is no king in the alliance, but we are still living well.

Taote and several other industry representatives around him were too frightened to say anything by this rebellious statement, but after thinking about it, it seemed to make sense. What do they have to fear if they have guns?

Thinking of this, several people grasped the rifles in their hands tighter, as if what they held in their hands was their lifeblood.

Lao Bai smiled and patted the NPC named Tao Te on the shoulder.

"From today on, you are the chairman of the committee. Remember, even if we leave one day, you can't hand it over casually. This is not for us, but for the oppressed people behind you. Don't let them down. "

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

The Falcon Kingdom is too far away for the Alliance, so far away that these people can regard an imaginary bearded man as a manager.

After all, people need to complete their own salvation. All they can do is drop a seed on the land.

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

The "Citizens' Autonomous Committee" was just an interlude after the Alliance occupied Falcon City. The Burning Corps did far more than that under Chu Guangdi's instructions. All the equipment in the entire royal capital that could produce seamless steel pipes and stamped bullet casings had been destroyed, and any factories or workshops that were related to the military industry or had just a little something to do with it were blasted and demolished.

As for the craftsmen and engineers trained by the Falcon Kingdom... it's not always good to kill people.

After Lao Bai and Chu Guang had a phone call, they decided to arrange a new place for these people to settle near Bicester Town.

Coincidentally, Commander Quanshui, who had just arrived at William Industrial Area, also inadvertently did something similar.

In the William Industrial Park.

Since the surrender broadcast had already arrived here first, when Quanshui gathered three centuries to attack, they found that the guards stationed here had been disbanded. Not a single security guard was seen in the huge industrial area. Inside the First Royal Foundry.

The workers were sitting on the edge of the factory in a daze. When they saw the alliance soldiers coming in, they immediately squatted on the ground.

Seeing the unkind appearance of these people, Commander Bowman hurriedly stepped forward to greet them and said with a smile on his face. "Sir... we have surrendered." Quan Shui glanced at him. "I know." That was all last night. When the rotation was offline, he went to the forum and took a look. He had known that the Falcon Kingdom had surrendered and that a total of 80,000 troops were squatting outside Bicester Town. All the building materials that were delivered there were used. Looking at the soldiers who rushed into the factory and rummaged through boxes and cabinets, the smile on Bowman's face gradually turned into anxiety.

He looked at the man in front of him dumbfounded. "Then...then what are they doing?" Before Commander Quanshui could speak, I, standing aside, said for him with a playful smile. "Come here to get the trophies. What's the problem? The factory manager had a dumbfounded expression on his face. Get the trophies and rob those rich nobles! What can you find in this factory? At this time, Kaka, who was carrying a rifle, Lott walked back from the factory in front.

"Two rifle production lines were found and are running at full capacity - 300 rifles can be produced every day."

"Three hundred," I looked at him in the darkest surprise, and muttered, "I can arm an army of ten thousand people in this month."

"Absolutely." Commander Quanshui nodded, looked at Kakarot and continued to ask, "Where are the bullets and cannonballs?" Kakarot: "The ammunition production line is also here. There is no problem with the daily production of 200,000 to 300,000 rounds. There are 100-caliber artillery and artillery shells... Fortunately, they have no resources. If the production line is opened to the maximum, this battle may have to be fought until next year.

Commander Quan Shui nodded and said with emotion.

"Good guy, there are a lot of good things in there." One person said that although those Weirant people did not regard these outsiders as human beings, they still supported the Falcon Kingdom as a slave country. The industrial equipment in this industrial park was obviously not made by the locals themselves. Most of it was transported from the west of the desert.

Including steel plants, chemical plants, etc. If they were given a few sulfur mines and iron mines, maybe they could hold on for a while longer. But unfortunately, there is no if in reality.

If the resources of No. 2 Oasis were really that rich, they would not need to seek refuge with the Legion, let alone expand externally. Just like the Kingdom of Lions.

Looking at the rows of industrial equipment and various types of machine tools that the power system experts moved out of the factory, I suddenly said with a pity on my face. "It's such a pity that it exploded. Why don't we move it away." I heard from professional players that although they got some sophisticated production equipment and machine tools from the company, the demand for some heavy industrial equipment is still

very big.

There is no such thing as too much.

Kakarot glanced blankly at this whimsical guy. "Why move it away?" Kevin, who had a broken leg, couldn't help complaining. "That's right, where can I put it after I move it?" I scratched the back of my head.

"Isn't there an airship? Such a big airship... it shouldn't be difficult to hoist it up, right?"

In order to accommodate those gliders, the Heart of Steel didn't carry much ammunition.

Now that these gliders have been thrown out, they have followed them down. The space freed up can always be filled with some things.

Quan Shui thought about it and thought it made sense. After thinking for a while, he came up with a compromise. "Move the ones that can be moved, and blow up the ones that can't be moved." It's not easy to transport them directly back to the alliance, but they can be transported to the honey badger kingdom next door first. Renting a piece of land shouldn't be too difficult.

If the manager intends to keep Bicester Town, supplying supplies from the factory in the Honey Badger Kingdom is the best option.

With that said, Commander Quanshui walked up to the factory director and announced his decision.

"Although your equipment is a little behind and looks a little shabby, it is still usable. It is really a pity that it exploded like this."

Hearing that the corps commander planned to let go of these machine factory directors, he suddenly became happy. However, before he could be happy, the man in front of him spoke immediately.

"So we decided not to blow up the ones that can be moved, but only to blow up the ones that can't be moved. You pick a few knowledgeable engineers for us and let them help us, and it also saves everyone's time.

I have never heard such a shameless request, and it was made so naturally, the factory director said with a sad face.

"Take me with you.

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

"Yes, no problem! I'm glad you are willing to abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side. We can help you take your family away with you."

Director ""

Without looking at the confused factory director, Quan Shui gave me the darkest look and said specifically in the Chinese couplet. "Follow the factory director to his home, and remember to be polite."

I gave a black hey and tightened the rifle on my back. "okay!

"

Cleaning out the cables tangled in the propeller took longer than expected.

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

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

road.

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

In particular, the airship continued to slide forward for a while under the influence of inertia, causing the spiral to rotate in reverse and stir up the steel cable, so that their engineers had to endure the cold wind for several more hours. "It's okay, it's just a little late." Looking at the nearby Falcon City, Chu Guang, who was in a good mood, narrowed his eyes slightly and continued in a pleasant tone.

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

"yes"

It had only been a few months since the Alliance got the Heart of Steel. The crew on the airship were even drawn from the army and air force. It was normal for them to be unskilled in their business. Chu Guang had no intention of criticizing these hard-working subordinates. However, this bad habit of bragging must be changed, and we must not narrow the road like those people in Weiland.

Only by understanding the truest situation can he make the most reasonable judgment possible. This is why he chose to go to the front lines with his players. McClun, who was standing nearby, had mixed emotions. It was only now that he finally understood the alliance's plan. But what made him feel most complicated was not the alliance's strategic adventure, but the fact that his Heart of Steel could still be used in this way.

Especially the glider siege tactic was an eye-opener for him.

Looking at the bridge so close, McClun suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

This was undoubtedly his Heart of Steel, but he could no longer remember the original appearance of these boats. It has completely transformed into the shape of an alliance. While the bridge of the Heart of Steel overlooked Falcon City, the residents of the city and the princes and nobles were also looking up at the behemoth floating above the clouds.

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

Sitting on his throne in the castle court, King Mongoth

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

He suddenly realized that although he was still sitting on the throne, he had lost control of the royal capital—and even the entire kingdom. The first is the nobles. They are all staying away from him, intentionally or unintentionally, and instead trying to please the people in the alliance. Not even just the nobles.

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

Thinking of this, King Mongot's lips couldn't help but curl up with a hint of self-mockery. Speaking of which, it seemed like this was the case when the Wilantes came.

What an irony!

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

Mongot looked at him and suddenly sighed softly. Myrdal knelt on one knee and said respectfully. "You will always be my Majesty." Mongot nodded happily.

"Very well, tell me what you have to report today." Myrdal stared at the ground with a complicated expression for a long time, and then slowly said.

"The manager of the alliance will arrive at the castle in two hours. It may appear more sincere if you go to greet him outside the castle in person." Mongot's face stiffened slightly.

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

Today's situation still made him feel as if all kinds of emotions were overturned. There was silence for a long time.

He held the armrests with both hands and slowly stood up from the throne. Those trembling movements seemed to have aged more than ten years overnight... from a majestic emperor to a dying old man. "I understand."

At the same time that the Heart of Steel entered the Falcon Capital, in the vast desert of the Far West, an airship that was not inferior to the Heart of Steel was slowly advancing.

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

Compared to the Heart of Steel, its firepower is inferior

Quite a few, there is neither the 400-meter main gun nor the reserved space for installing the front pod.

However, although its ability to support the ground is slightly inferior, it will never be at a disadvantage if it is faced with an airship of the "same type".

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

Although that thing is not very lethal and has a short existence time, it can effectively paralyze deflector shields and anti-gravity devices, which use "gravitons" and "gravitational field interference" as their core principles. Its effect will be more direct than that of EP, and it will be difficult to defend through simple conventional means such as "Faraday Cage".

Weapons used in the aerospace field have long been "outdated".

Especially when dealing with alien species and mutants,

very

It's not even as effective as black powder.

On the entire planet, I am afraid that only the Holy Shield system of the Great Rift Valley and the Legion's own airship can make it useful.

In fact, strictly speaking, it only threatens the legion's own airships. After all, a shield of the size of the Holy Shield system is not at the same level of power as this ship-based weapon. Triumph City rarely sends airships like the "Judge" to the front line, unless there are special circumstances where the "phase cannon" may be used.

Such as now.

Although it set off a month later than the supplies sent to the front line, the airship arrived a few days earlier than those slow trucks. Two people stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bridge. The one on the left has a thick beard, and the one on the right eye

His name was Joseph, and he was the general of the Eastern Army. He was sent to take over Griffin's position as the commander-in-chief of Luoxia Province.

And the identity of the other one is even more incredible. He is the governor of Luoxia Province personally appointed by His Majesty the Marshal. Although there is only an oasis of less than 70,000 square kilometers that needs his supervision.

The two were chatting in a normal tone, but their words were testing each other. "I don't dislike the expansionists, I even sympathize with them, but their stupidity is also a fact. We have been dragged into a dangerous and useless war." "Then what do you think we should do?" Joseph looked sideways. the Governor asked. Cohen continued, expressionless.

"They should strengthen their control over their vassals and try to avoid direct conflicts with enterprises on the east coast before completely occupying Sunset Province. In fact, if they were not greedy to eat the Pioneer and Vault 0 together, they would also I won't end up like this.

Joseph's eyebrows twitched involuntarily.

"Then are we going to sit back and watch companies get shelter 0?"

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

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

If Vault 0 was really so important, he wouldn't be the one here today. Joseph was slightly disappointed.

He still couldn't tell what the Marshal was thinking through this guy.

I know there will be no results if I continue to ask.

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

Cohen replied succinctly.

"I do not belong to any faction. I will always stand on the side of His Majesty the Marshal. His Majesty the Marshal's position is my position.

Standing behind the two of them, Captain Adria found awkwardly that he couldn't get a word in at all and could only pass the time by looking at the scenery outside the bridge.

A four-star general and a five-star governor, no matter which one they are, their status and backing are far beyond that of a three-star captain. At this time, his adjutant ran over and whispered something into his ear. "The Heart of Steel is over Falcon City."

Adria had a look of surprise on her face. "McCron is still alive," the adjutant said with an ugly expression.

"I don't know, there's a flag I haven't seen before." Adria thought for a moment and nodded. "give it to me.

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

"Sir, Falcon City is ahead. The Heart of Steel is over Falcon City. Judging from the flag it is flying, it should be people from the Alliance." Cohen frowned.

In order to make herself feel a little bit more present, Adria continued respectfully. "Do you want to fire?"

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

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

Looking at the boundless sea of ​​sand and the looming outline at the end of the sea of ​​​​sand outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Cohen continued to order expressionlessly.

"Slow down." Fighting or not. We have to figure out the situation over there first. At the same time, in the boundless yellow sand. A silver-gray powered armor slowly raised its head and cast its gaze ahead at the glow that was swallowed up by the rolling yellow sand.

His eyes did not focus on the black clouds that looked like a collapsed building, but looked through the black clouds.

He looked at the "Sky Fortress" that was moving forward. A trace of solemnity gradually appeared on Yunsong's face. “The people from Triumph City are here.

"

The android soldier following him nodded slowly. "Ah..." A century and a half.

They finally faced each other again!

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