This Game Is Too Realistic

In a dark dilapidated house.

Moisture and mildew were crawling on the surrounding walls, and even the air seemed to be polluted. The dim candlelight only illuminated a small part of the ground, and most of the space was filled with darkness.

The environment here is like a mouse hole.

The rotten and moldy smell penetrated the tip of his nose, and Rajesh, who was tied to the chair with hemp rope, slowly opened his eyes.

The memories before coma flooded into his mind, and he struggled subconsciously, but it had no effect except causing a squeaking sound.

He raised his head, squinted his eyes, and could barely see clearly the young man standing in front of him through the dim light.

This person was none other than the boy who found him before and said he wanted to take him to see the boss on this street.

Now it seems……

He was probably sold.

He now only hopes that the other two teammates can be smarter and get out of here the information that the residents near the Governor's Mansion have been bribed.

"How much did you sell me for?"

Asin said calmly.

"Gifts are free."

"It seems that the alliance has given you a lot of benefits." Looking at the calm young man, Rajesh sneered and glanced around, "Where is this? Is this where you dispose of corpses?"

Asin said expressionlessly.

"my home."

Rajesh's expression froze slightly.

His first reaction was: Can anyone live in this ghost place?

But soon, he narrowed his eyes, stared at this guy and said.

"You are a subject of the Empire."

Asin said calmly.

"That's right, and it's the mouse you despise the most."

"No one looks down on you, it's you who look down on yourselves... isn't it?"

Rajesh gasped slightly, glanced at the rope binding his arms, then looked at the young man, and said slowly.

"Look what you did? While the brave werewolves were fighting for the good of the Empire, a little mouse stabbed him in the back. No one likes a bunch of sneaky mice, but this isn't it. Because they are called mice, but because they are shameless, despicable, and nasty, and because they only have interests in their eyes. They can send their daughters and wives to be prostitutes, and they do not pretend to have even a little righteousness in their hearts... in exchange It’s you, would you like such a person?”

He expected a look of shame on the young man's face, or at least a little bit of it.

However, after listening to his words, Asin just smiled coldly, and even imitated his tone and spoke slowly.

"Is that all you want to say?"

He had heard worse humiliations.

This roundabout curse doesn't even qualify as a tickle.

"It's not too late for you to turn back now... Your wisdom should be used on the right path. His Majesty will forgive your temporary confusion. You don't want to carry your sins and shame on the road to reincarnation." Rajesh still had a trace of hope in his eyes. Hope, I hope this young man can find his way back.

Unfortunately.

After all, he was expecting the wrong thing.

"It's too late. I've already decided what kind of beast I will be in my next life."

With a hint of sarcasm in his voice, Asin dropped this sentence coldly, then looked at the iron man wearing an exoskeleton behind him and said respectfully.

"Sir, that's him... When we were demolishing the slums, he and two people snuck in and tried to inquire about you. They thought they were hiding carefully, but the meat-eaters and dirt-chewers Even the air they exhale is different, and no matter how much dust and mud they touch on their faces, we can recognize them at a glance."

Yin Xiang Cuo nodded with satisfaction.

"good."

Finally seeing the exoskeleton clearly, Rajesh's face suddenly lost all color, and his trembling lips turned slightly white.

After all, he is a man of integrity, he stiffened his neck and said coldly.

"...I won't say anything."

However, when the "Iron Man" heard this, he just shrugged indifferently.

"It doesn't matter, we don't expect to ask anything from you. You are not the officer who made the battle plan. You are just a scout at best. But it is a surprise to catch you. We originally expected that the locals would not It’s okay to be in the way. I even assumed that there would be a disadvantaged street battle with transparent information, but I didn’t expect... that they would be so enthusiastic.”

As he said that, he looked at Asin by accident, smiled and patted the young man on the shoulder.

"Well done. He is the person we are looking for. I am very satisfied with this gift. Next...can I trouble you to make him disappear? It's not good for you to have these three alive, right?"

What you just said can be concluded that the wrong person was not arrested.

The reason why he came to take a look was just to prevent this guy from catching some civilians and killing them as soldiers to make up for himself.

Ah Xin understood and nodded respectfully.

"Leave it to me."

Yin and Yang Cuo nodded with satisfaction, got up and left the room.

He started to like this little brother a little bit.

The shabby door panel closed, and watching the ray of moonlight that slipped through the crack of the door disappear, a trace of despair gradually appeared on Rajesh's face.

He looked at Asin standing at the door, his Adam's apple twitching, and out of his instinct to survive, he couldn't help but beg for mercy in the end.

"Don't kill me, can you spare my life..."

As if saying this was not strong enough, he swallowed and continued.

"I still have five children to raise. Jatin is about your age, Tarun is only seven years old, and Amy... Please spare my life for their sakes. I will not tell Alai about you." General Yang, just pretend we haven’t seen him before.”

In fact, he was not afraid of death.

But if he must die, he would rather die on the battlefield than have his throat bitten by a disgusting rat in such a smelly ditch.

Asin just looked at him expressionlessly, and suddenly looked up at the ceiling that seemed to be about to fall down at any time.

"Are they living in this damn place like my brothers and sisters?"

Rajesh was stunned.

When he came to his senses, the young man had turned around and left the house...

A dark group of people stood at the door of the crumbling house, blocking the path paved with broken bricks.

Led by Kunal, a member of the dog tribe, this group of poor people stood in a row and looked respectfully at Asin who followed the iron man's footsteps and walked out of the house.

It's like looking at a king.

Asin stood in front of the door and paused for a moment. He first glanced at the bare ruins around him, then looked back at the shabby house behind him that was hung with red cloth.

He stopped living here a few days ago. Before the Gray Wolf Army came, he had already moved his family to Tulip Street next to the port.

A man from Weiland who lost all his money in business sold the property there. It was a three-story finely decorated bungalow with an area of ​​two to three hundred square meters, and the price was only fifty two-headed oxen. Or equivalent Xilan coins.

He was the only bidder and spent less than two million in total.

And just over a week ago, it was simply impossible for a young man from the rat tribe to buy the house there with Xilan coins.

The houses near the Governor's Palace had been demolished, and even the dirt had been carted away. Only his house was left standing alone.

He originally planned to wait until the other houses were demolished before demolishing this place, but now he suddenly felt that this dilapidated house was an eyesore no matter how he looked at it.

too ugly.

Even a dead dog that fell into the sewer said that this was the place where corpses were disposed of.

"Tear it down."

Hearing that cold voice, Kunal nodded respectfully.

"As you command!"

…

Three full days have passed since the Gray Wolf Army marched to Golden Gallen Port.

In these three days, the officers and soldiers of the Gray Wolf Army have finally experienced what public expectations and people's aspirations mean.

The residents of the suburbs of Jingallangang who were happy to welcome the king's master only needed three days to help these noble wolf warriors dig all the fortifications.

And didn't charge a penny.

Unfathomable trenches surrounded the port, like pythons encircling the entire settlement.

but--

The survivors who received the money were not very sure about the money in their hands, for fear that these imperial soldiers would win the battle.

If these big-headed soldiers suffer some losses at the hands of the Alliance and come to their senses about the trenches, I'm afraid they will have to be liquidated.

Moreover, for some unknown reason recently, the price of beans has risen sharply. Originally, five or six Xilan coins could buy a pound, but now it has risen to seven or eight coins.

If prices continue to rise like this, it will be less cost-effective to buy beans than to buy brown bread, and those who are poorer will only have to eat two more meals of dirt.

The suffocating breath is on everyone's head, except for the fun people in the settlement and the soldiers outside the settlement.

The situation was excellent, but General Alaiyan, who was commanding from the front line, couldn't help but feel a sense of worry in his heart.

His right-hand man Rajesh has been missing for five days, and now the information in the city is a gray fog for him.

Although his subordinates arrested some survivors in the suburbs for questioning, most of them had never been to the port in their lives, and some of them made nonsense stories without knowing whether they had been there or not.

It is taboo to attack rashly without knowing the opponent well. He needs to at least understand the troop deployment and firepower configuration of Camp Rowell before he can decide how many troops and equipment to invest in the next battle.

Even though the Gray Wolf Army is the empire's trump card, their logistics are not unlimited. No matter how much they despise their opponents, they still have to be cautious when fighting.

In addition to the lack of information, what troubled him even more was that the respected Majesty couldn't wait any longer...

At noon on the third day, an off-road vehicle painted in desert color drove to the rear of the position.

A man in military uniform opened the car door and walked straight into the command post hung with a camouflage net. He looked at General Alaiyan who was in a meeting and angrily yelled.

"General Alaya, what are you and your men trying to do?"

Everyone who was discussing the matter in the account stopped talking.

Alaya looked at the door in astonishment and was about to get angry, but he recognized the face as Prince Dilip and quickly suppressed his newly ignited anger.

In the Xilan Empire, the title of prince is only given to royals with royal blood, and his status is far beyond that of a wolf general like him.

There is no doubt that there is only one possibility for His Majesty to send him here——

This guy comes with the identity of war supervisor!

Holding back his temper that rushed towards Tianling Gai, Alaya took a deep breath and said.

"What... what are you dilly-dallying about?"

"Three days! Your troops arrived here three days ago, but they didn't fire a single shot! Are you planning to live here?" Prince Dilip stared at him and said aggressively.

Alaya explained with a headache.

"We need sufficient intelligence to formulate a combat plan. Camp Rowell has solid concrete fortifications and alliance artillery support from the rear. There is no point in sending soldiers rashly to increase casualties."

Prince Dilip cursed loudly after hearing this.

"Information? Golden Gallen Port is the territory of the empire. Do you not know the road or the people there? It will be clear if you grab someone and ask!"

Alaya looked at the prince with a headache.

"It would be nice if it were that simple... Among the survivors living in the suburbs, some said that the Alliance has monsters with three heads and six arms, and others said that they can call sea beasts. Do you think this kind of information has any reference value?"

Prince Dilip said angrily: "Then send a team of scouts to go in and take a look! Do you still need me to teach you how to do this kind of thing?!"

"That is equivalent to letting them go in and die! The Alliance people are watching on the edge of the settlement, and I suspect that they have bribed the entire settlement's guards and some residents. There is still no news about the scouts I sent in before."

After a pause, Alaya stared at him seriously and continued.

"Listen, our enemies are not idiots. We can only defeat them with a well-planned attack... By the way, where are the legion members?"

He heard that several Weiland officers had arrived in Tiandu, and they were officers who had fought against the Alliance in Luoxia Province.

If he could find those people, he would also have a more accurate understanding of the strength of the alliance.

Unfortunately, the only person standing here was the guy he least wanted to see.

Prince Dilip stared at him intently.

"Your Majesty hopes that you will solve this problem on your own. There is no need to trouble our allies with this trivial matter."

The corners of Alaya's mouth twitched.

Before he could speak, Prince Dilip narrowed his eyes and looked at him like an eagle looking at its prey.

"General Alaya, are you scared?"

"Are you scared?" Alaya was stunned for a moment and looked at him with a smile, "Are you kidding me? What do I have to be afraid of?"

"Then why haven't you launched an attack with the alliance yet?" Prince Dilip raised his chin slightly, "I've made it clear that His Majesty sent you here to see you crush those bedbugs stuck to the soles of our shoes. However, the news sent to Tiandu for three consecutive days is that 'General Alaya is leading his gray wolves to dig trenches.' Are you planning to dig a canal here?"

Alaya took a deep breath.

"I will plan an attack on Camp Rowell as soon as possible...give me one more day!"

Prince Dilip chuckled upon hearing this.

"Camp Lowell? His Majesty asked you to plant the flag on the roof of the Governor's Palace! It seems that you really did not read His Majesty's telegram carefully."

General Alaya looked at him blankly, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a word from his mouth.

"...Have you seen the map?"

Prince Dilip said confidently.

"Of course I have seen it. That is the alliance's defensive fulcrum in Golden Gallon Port. If you destroy it, your subordinates can advance towards the port area and drive straight in until they are sent into the sea!"

Alaya couldn't help but said.

"That's too idealistic! Even if we occupy that place, there is no meaning other than prematurely engaging in street battles with them near the port area. We might as well capture Camp Rowell first and force them to shrink their defense line step by step -"

"I think you are just scared," Prince Dilip narrowed his eyes and stared at him. "A few grasshoppers have made you cower like this. Since you don't dare to attack the Governor's Mansion, you might as well hand over the command to me. I'll go for you."

Alaya held back the anger in his chest, took a deep breath and said.

"I can give you an army of ten thousand people——"

"You don't need that many. Five thousand people are enough."

Turning around and walking to the door of the tent, Prince Dilip stopped, turned his face and said lightly, "Before dark, I hope you have ordered all the people, otherwise I can only reasonably doubt whether you are still here." can take on this important responsibility.”

He's not stupid.

If you give him a team of 10,000 people, he will be connected to the captain of 10,000 people, and he can only issue orders to each level through the captain of 10,000 people. And these cunning people have 10,000 ways to deal with him.

But it would be different if there were five directly affiliated thousand-man teams.

He himself is the Captain of Ten Thousands!

It's up to you how to beat him, there's no need to discuss it with anyone!

Looking at that "unfathomable" profile, Alaya could only nod his head no matter how reluctant he was.

"yes!"

…

The next day, there was finally new movement in the empire's position. A large number of troops carrying billowing dust crossed the newly dug trenches and advanced towards the urban area of ​​​​Jinggallen Port.

The group of Yin Chai who were squatting near the city saw the group a long time ago and immediately reported the situation to the rear through the radio.

The twelve 155mm artillery deployed at the Golden Gallen Port immediately completed the adjustment of shooting Zhuyuan, and the long and thick barrels pointed at the sky.

A warrior wearing an exoskeleton walked up to the position, turned on his helmet's speaker and roared loudly.

"Brothers! The wild dogs hiding outside the settlement have finally crawled out of their dog holes! Give them a good beating and let them know the consequences of messing with someone they shouldn't!"

"fire--!"

Following the command, the match ropes were pulled together, and streaks of orange tracer light shot into the sky amid the billowing dust.

That shocking scene stunned countless sailors and merchants on the port.

Before the spectators could recover, humanoid loading machines wearing exoskeletons had already completed loading the second shell in the dust that had not yet dispersed.

"fire!!"

Another volley.

The roaring barrels were like bagpipes, raining death on enemy positions more than ten kilometers away.

One can imagine.

What kind of scenery is there on the distant position...

Everyone at the port finally came to their senses and cast awe-inspiring looks at the artillery position that continued to fire.

"...Is that the legendary 155?"

"The spirit of the sand sea is above!"

"I feel the earth shaking!"

"The emperor of the Xilan Empire must be crazy... Why did they provoke these plague gods?"

"If you ask me, they should pay some money and admit their mistake. If they continue to fight like this, they may not even have enough to give away ten gray wolf troops."

The sailors standing on the deck were talking a lot, and some flexible merchants were already thinking about going to Dawn City to place orders.

Seeing the alliance's artillery showing off their power there, several Wilantes showed unlucky expressions on their faces and cursed.

"What the hell, we don't only have 100!"

"Those disgraceful things from the eastward expansion faction dare to represent us!"

"A bunch of guys who have never seen the world!"

However, no matter how they quibble, it is a fact that the borders of the countries in Luoxia Province have not moved at all. They even created a strange thing called Bicester Town on the edge of the Falcon Kingdom.

A large group of young adults would rather stay there and work on their sewing machines than go home. The entire Falcon Kingdom was in a state of ups and downs. The streets were full of widows, and there were not even a few young men to be seen. They relied on the assistance of the Eastern Legion to survive. With a sigh of relief, he barely maintained the authority of the royal family.

The Falcon Kingdom probably couldn't breathe for years after that battle, and they don't know why the Xilan Empire climbed up the pole and ran to Triumph City to show their courtesy.

The total population of the Falcon Kingdom is less than that of Golden Gallen Port, and it can still live well with the assistance of the Eastern Legion. With the size of the province of Borneo, the Wilantes would be crazy to fish for them.

perhaps--

His Majesty the Emperor really likes those big noses.

While the sailors at the port were eating melons and watching the excitement, the advance troops of the Gray Wolf Army far away in the suburbs of Golden Gallen Port were in dire straits.

The artillery position in the rear launched a round of counterattack, but there was no fire guidance.

The first calibrated shot missed somewhere, and he fired randomly without knowing whether he hit or not. Instead, it attracted artillery counterattack from the alliance. Six 100-mm howitzers were blown into a pile of scrap metal on the spot. The gunner Most of them were killed or injured, and there was a lot of wailing in the shell-proof cave.

Prince Dilip did not flinch after being bombarded indiscriminately. Instead, the roaring gunfire aroused blood in his chest.

Looking at the billowing black smoke in the distance and the soldiers huddled in the trenches who dared not step forward, he no longer placed hope on counterattacking the artillery fire, holding the walkie-talkie and roaring at the top of his lungs.

"Press me up!"

"Are you staying there as a target for the Alliance? There are bunkers everywhere after entering the city! Push forward—!"

The hoarse voice even broke through the roar. It was obvious that he was really working hard at commanding, but in the end he still couldn't cover up the sound of the alliance's artillery.

The commander squatting in the trench ignored him, closed his eyes and counted the shells falling around him, pretending that he had been deafened by the shells.

Even a pig knows that if you go out at this time, you will be bombed. Wouldn't it be better to wait until the bombardment is over before continuing to move forward?

Otherwise, why did they dig these trenches?

But having said that, these idiot engineers dug the hole deep enough... He just wanted to poke his head out and take a look, but he was afraid it would be too deep.

Fortunately, Prince Dilip just shouted from behind and did not dare to rush to the front line to pull the soldiers out of the trenches.

After the shelling ended, a group of people, guided by whistles, left the trenches sparsely and continued to advance toward the city.

During this period, Union artillery shells flew intermittently, and from time to time soldiers who had no time to hide in bunkers were nearby.

However, these people were well-trained elites, and they almost fell to the ground as soon as the cannon fired. For Prince Dilip, this casualty was still within an acceptable range.

But at this moment, General Alaya, who was standing further away and watching, saw this scene, but his heart was bleeding.

Although the people assigned to Prince Dilip were not the elite of the Gray Wolf Army, they were still soldiers under his command, not to mention his compatriots.

"This idiot!"

He clenched his fists, cursed, and put down the telescope.

At the same time, the four players who were squatting on the outskirts of Golden Gallen Harbor were excited to watch the continuously roaring artillery fire.

"Haha! Nice fight!"

"Our artillery brothers are firing more and more accurately."

Looking at Yin Chai who was pumping his fists excitedly, his family members laughed and said.

"Have you noticed that the coffin pits we gave them are still of some use?"

He paid more attention to those who survived than those who unfortunately were killed.

The soldiers who jumped into the trenches couldn't even get out of the trenches. When they climbed out, they had to throw their guns up first and then step hard on the wall.

A group of people braved the roaring artillery fire and advanced toward the city in one wave after another. They didn't dare to leave too many people at a time, but they didn't dare to come too few.

They are clear.

The long-range firepower looks scary, but it really doesn't kill many people. As long as they don't stand too densely, it's feasible to move forward in a group.

But if there are fewer people filling the city, with the individual combat capabilities the Alliance showed in the last battle, it will be no different than giving away people.

After leaving behind hundreds of corpses, five thousand-man teams advanced into the settlement one after another, using the narrow streets and the houses on both sides of the streets as cover to advance forward.

The artillery that completed a round of firepower projection stopped firing and began to prepare for the next round of support.

When Prince Dilip saw that the alliance's artillery fire had stopped and his men were advancing unstoppably into the city outside Golden Gallen Harbor, he could not restrain his restless mood.

Throwing the phone to the communications soldier carrying the radio, he looked at the Guards captain holding a rifle and shouted excitedly.

"Quick! Let's follow too!"

The captain of the personal guard was a little hesitant, but he did not dare to disobey this adult, so he could only force his way forward and lead others up to clear the way.

At the same time, the four players in the city were holding telescopes and eating melons, curiously watching where the imperial soldiers who entered the city were going.

The big guys have done a lot of analysis on the official website a few days ago, and they seem to be sure that General Alaya will definitely use Camp Rowell as the main direction of attack, and what they said is very clear.

As a result, they stood here and watched for a long time, but they didn't see those people walking towards Camp Rowell. Instead, they walked further and further away.

"...It seems to be heading in the direction of the Governor's Mansion." The family member turned back to look at Yinzai and said with a playful smile, "Captain, your prediction failed!"

Obviously aware of this, Yin Zai still stared at it for a long time.

It wasn't until the group of people completely disappeared from sight that he put down the telescope in his hand and stared wide-eyed.

"Fuck...are they crazy?"

The family members laughed and said.

"Good guy, it looks like I, the director of the demolition office, will make a contribution."

A budget of 100 million was spent on only 90 million. A handful of banknotes were scattered and the houses near the Governor's Palace were demolished. There was no shelter in the nearly 600-meter vacuum zone, and the ground was full of rotten bricks that could not be dug. A machine gun can fight them to death, but without armor and artillery, you can really hit them on the head!

The half-year-old wasted a moment scratching the back of his head, unable to figure it out.

"It's so unscientific."

Instead of attacking such an important strategic target as Camp Rowell, we went directly to attack the Governor's Palace near the port city.

What the hell is this picture about?

With nearly five thousand-man teams, this can no longer be considered a feint.

One Step to the Sky also nodded his head in confusion.

"+1."

the family members urged.

"Don't add 1, just follow me."

The Governor's Mansion was their position. They were not worried about anything happening to the friendly forces there, but mainly because they were worried that they would not even be able to drink soup if they arrived late.

Half a year old, he looked at Yin Chai in a waste of time and pointed at his feet.

"What about here?"

Yin Zai pondered for a while, clicked on the VM screen to report the situation here, and then looked at his three teammates.

"Leave it to Brother Shadagger and the others to keep an eye on it... By the way, leave the camera and a drone for them."

At the same time, Fang Chang and Lao Bai, who were far away in the port area of ​​​​Jingalan Port, also received news from the front about the movements of the Gray Wolf Army.

Looking at Fang Chang who was speechless, Lao Bai smiled and teased.

"It seems that our opponent did not play according to the routine this time."

Fang Chang made a helpless expression.

"I actually hate playing against this kind of opponent. You can never use normal people's logic to analyze what they will do next."

It's like he still hasn't figured out who gave these guys the courage to fight without declaring it. They were so smart that they thought they could do things without anyone noticing. In the end, they got beaten up and couldn't afford to lose, so they decided to Turn over the table and gamble big.

Of course, this played into his hands.

If the Emperor of the Xilan Empire officially admitted his mistake to the Alliance through diplomatic channels, the administrator would probably agree to a settlement agreement based on compensation and apology. In that case, the Burning Corps would have no choice but to stop there and end it hastily. This time they fought back in self-defense and returned to Fries Port with the compensation.

After all, the previous telegram sent by the managers had already mentioned that they were asked to "not take the initiative to escalate military conflicts."

But now, the situation is completely different.

Since the other party took the initiative to escalate the situation, they no longer had to hold back.

If the "Emperor" thinks that the most powerful firepower of the Burning Corps is only a few 88 mortars, then he is totally wrong.

Twelve 155mm artillery pieces have been deployed in the port.

In addition, there were six giant crabs with a height of four meters, which also landed at the Golden Gallon Port along the pier.

Six thick legs carry a thick curved steel shell. Two 20-mm cannons are hung above the two pincers. Thick and long ammunition chains are poured into the turntable ammunition racks on both wings of the thick carapace along the wrist. The cockpit is located in the center of the carapace.

Standing on the port, they looked like monsters with teeth and claws, and their pitch-black metal shells exuded a penetrating cold light in the sunlight.

This brand-new weapon is codenamed "King Crab" and its full name is DWX-1 "King Crab" amphibious all-terrain infantry armor.

Whether it is in terms of form or mechanical structure, this thing is carved out of the same mold as the "crab" type engineering armor that was installed by the French Fries Harbor submarine construction team some time ago.

And this is indeed the case.

This infantry armor called "King Crab" is a military model designed based on the "Crab" engineering armor.

The driver needs to enter from the crab's butt and drive as if riding a motorcycle, and can freely switch between joystick control and neural connection control.

The battlefield positioning of this equipment is a general-purpose equipment designed for complex terrain, underwater operations and beach landing combat environments. It also undertakes the function of carrying out armed transportation tasks in no-road conditions.

Originally welded to the crab claws were two bolt guns with grenade launchers. Considering that there were no targets in Golden Gallen Harbor that required bolt guns to deal with, they were replaced with 20 cannons.

Like the "Crab" engineering armor, this thing cannot be mass-produced for the time being. The core power components, transmission structure, frame and other components must be completed through the processing center on the B7 floor of Shelter 404, and then sent to Dawn City Industrial Zone for secondary processing. processing.

It is precisely because of this that the cost price of this thing even exceeds the "self-subsidized" Xiaguang Power Armor, reaching two million silver coins!

If they hadn't made a fortune by robbing a bank, and if they hadn't prepared for the war with the Torch in the future, they would have been reluctant to spend money on this thing.

Looking at the six "King Crab" armors that were ready for use, the corners of Fang Chang's mouth couldn't help but curl up with a malicious smile.

"Since they don't want to negotiate with us..."

"Then help us test the new equipment."