This Game Is Too Realistic

Kapil is a werewolf.

He remembered that as long as he could remember, his parents had repeatedly told him the teachings of the Wolf God, telling him how the wolves were united, how fierce and brave, how tireless, and how invincible. There was a time when wolves running in the wilderness were the main threat to the survivors in Borneo...

In the end, the survivors won, but it was not easy for them to win. In order to commemorate this respectable opponent and inherit their bravery, they planted a totem for their gods in the City of Thousand Pillars, hoping that In this way inherit its favor and blessings.

From that moment on, the Wolf God had its first people.

People blessed by the Wolf God are not only born warriors, but also the pride of the empire. They are born to fight, kill and plunder.

For this reason, Kapil is always proud of his identity as a wolf and works hard to become an imperial man.

Hard work paid off. With adequate nutrition and what he had learned since childhood, he stood out from tens of thousands of his peers who signed up to join the army. He was first selected to enter the recruit camp for training, and then because of his outstanding performance in the recruit camp, he was selected. He was assigned to the Gray Wolf Army directly under His Majesty and trained as a reserve officer.

Not all wolf tribesmen have the opportunity to join the Gray Wolf Army, and not all wolf tribesmen can become officers in this ace division.

He is the pride of his parents, and even more so of his tribe, and the person who bestowed upon him this honor is none other than the great witch Tuo Xilan, the supreme emperor.

He vowed to bring glory to His Majesty to repay the emperor's great kindness, and to achieve more military exploits, and even become a general above ten thousand people.

Now, he has finally waited for this opportunity - to use his wolf-like fighting will to offer his loyalty to His Majesty!

But at this moment——

The sight that caught his eye made despair appear in his eyes.

"dash forward--!"

The blind sound gradually faded away from the ears that were deafened by the shells, and was replaced by the hoarse roar of the commander, chaotic footsteps, and a flood of killing calls and screams.

The situation before him was not only beyond his expectation.

It was beyond everyone's expectations.

The crowded and narrow slums on the map seemed to have disappeared. The mud houses and shacks were completely demolished, leaving only the broken bricks and tiles on the ground.

He didn't know what magic those iron men used, but he only knew that it took them just over a week to move thousands of buildings that belonged here.

From the nearest bunker to the Governor's Palace standing on the high ground, there is nearly 600 meters of open space.

This empty space is like an impassable chasm, with nothing but broken bricks and construction debris on the ground.

If you want to bypass this natural chasm from both sides, you either have to face a flanking attack from the direction of Camp Rowell, or you have to swim across the coastline farther away.

That is more unrealistic than rushing through the six hundred meters distance.

Moreover, they are already standing here.

There is no choice but to move forward.

The shouts urging battle rang out again, and the soldiers holding rifles launched attacks again and again towards the out-of-reach Governor's Mansion, and then without any suspense, they fell into pieces like crushed wheat. Fall down.

The hail of bullets was like the rolling blade of a chainsaw. Looking at the bloody battlefield, Kapil felt that his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

It was the first time that he felt that life was so small, and it was also the first time that he saw fear that he had never seen before on the faces of his comrades.

This is not a battle at all——

This is simply asking for death!

In the blink of an eye, a hundred-man team had been wiped out.

The friendly troops lying on the rotten brick ground were suppressed by the machine guns mounted on the roof of the Governor's Palace and were unable to move. They were either wailing in pain or squirming forward with difficulty.

There were no bunkers around to cover their continued advance.

There are only corpses of friendly troops all over the ground

body……

Rifles in the city fired in the direction of the Governor's Mansion, but they were unable to suppress the long-prepared firepower at all.

Union soldiers welded steel mantlets to their machine guns, not to mention the heavy armor they wore.

Seeing that the previous 100-man team was almost wiped out, the commander cast his eyes on them behind him, and then shouted loudly.

"Quick! Rush up to me!!"

Looking at the insurmountable position and the friendly troops who were beaten and crawling all over the ground, Kapil's eyes flashed with fear.

However, the order to attack has been issued. If he dares to hesitate for a moment, what awaits him will be a fate more tragic than death.

After all, this is the path he chose.

Kapil gritted his teeth, trying to overcome the fear in his chest, and squeezed out a roar from his clenched teeth.

"For the Empire——!"

In the sparse response to the roar, he emptied his mind and howled desperately out of the bunker, leading ten comrades who followed him.

However, after finally summoning up the courage, he had just taken the first step when he was blown away by the mortar shell that landed not far away, and he lay on the ground like a torn rag.

The same goes for his teammates behind him. More than 20 years of sweat and

All the pride turned into a thick puddle of blood, scrawled on the broken bricks on the ground...

…

Kapil and his men were not the first werewolves to shed their blood for the empire in this battle, and they were certainly not the last.

A new round of artillery hit the slums 600 meters in front of the Governor's Palace, swallowing up the Gray Wolf Army soldiers who were squatting near the earthen houses and firing, and who had just crossed the bunker and were preparing to launch a new round of assault.

There are still about a hundred houses there that have not had time to be demolished.

However, the residents living there have already left with the demolition money, and the remaining ones are the guys with guns, so the alliance can open fire without any scruples.

At the same time, the machine gun fire points deployed on the roof and walls of the Governor's Mansion began to release ferocious firepower. It seemed like there was no end to the bullets, and the gunshots kept ringing.

The pride of the wolf clan fell in pieces, and in the blink of an eye, another hundred-man team was pinned to death on the battlefield covered with broken bricks and blood.

The streaks of tracer light are like pouring rain, and the lives of soldiers here can be counted in seconds.

The Rat Clan boy who once swore an oath to the "Iron Men" did fulfill his promise - letting the soldiers of the Empire fight on the rotten bricks.

At this moment, the 1,000-man team responsible for attacking the Governor's Palace encountered the dilemma of being targeted. They had left more than 500 corpses, but other than consuming some alliance ammunition, they had not achieved any results.

"Damn! I remember this was a slum!"

Looking at the machine guns that continued to fire, the captain hiding behind a mud house cursed.

There was a ring of gauze wrapped around his forehead, and a steel helmet he had just picked up was buckled. A previous shrapnel scratched his forehead and almost sent him away.

The original plan was that they only needed to rush across a street, and they could engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Alliance soldiers with only two to three hundred casualties at most.

But now, a street that was only a few steps wide had been stretched into a 600-meter road of death.

Not only did they not have the cover of armored units, they even had very little artillery fire necessary to attack the enemy. Instead, they were stunned by the alliance's artillery and machine guns.

"We have already suffered more than half of our casualties! There is no difference between fighting like this and dying. We need artillery cover! Repeat! We need support!" After finding the communications soldier carrying the radio on his back, the commander grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted again.

He had been calling for an artillery attack more than ten minutes ago.

Prince Dilip personally promised him that the rear artillery bombardment was being prepared and would soon fall on the enemy's position, and urged him to launch an attack as soon as possible.

However, seeing his subordinates all

The shooting was almost over, but the shell still hadn't fallen. He felt as if a dog had beeped at the moment.

The rustling current sounded for a while, and then a slightly embarrassed voice came from the receiver.

"I'm dispatching... Damn it, what is that idiot Alaya doing! I've been shouting about artillery for a long time, but why can't I even see the shadow of a cannonball..."

Listening to the nonsense coming along the phone line, the captain felt his scalp numb, but he couldn't say anything about this guy.

He swallowed and reminded with a trembling voice.

"Sir... where is your direct artillery team?"

The Alliance's firepower was too fierce and accurate. If they couldn't fire a few shots, they would have to retreat into the hole again. It was really difficult to support them.

It was really impossible to let the truck lead the artillery assault to the city, and it was better to set it up directly on the front line and fire directly in the direction of the Governor's Palace than to worry here.

Just as he was about to propose this, there was silence for a while from the other end of the radio station, but a vague answer came from the other end.

"...Something went wrong during the counterattack against the Alliance's artillery. We couldn't contact them for the time being, so we had to let that idiot Alaya think of a way."

Hearing these words, the captain almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

While they were still squatting in the trench for a long time, the six guns assigned to this stupid pig by General Alaya were fired by the other side.

Countering enemy artillery without frontline scouts to help correct firepower...

This guy must be crazy.

Even if he guessed where the Union artillery position was, did this pig know where his shells landed? ?

"Lord Dilip, if this continues, no matter how many of us there are, there won't be enough..." the commander gritted his teeth and said, "Please allow us to withdraw first——"

Before he could finish his words, the guy on the other end of the communication channel jumped up like a mouse whose tail was stepped on and screamed.

"You are not allowed to retreat! You are soldiers of the empire, and now is the time for you to be loyal to His Majesty. Are your oaths just a piece of paper to wipe your ass!"

"It's only six hundred meters! Rush up! I want to see the double-sword flag floating on the roof of the Governor's Palace before dark!"

After hearing the unrealistic order, the commander could no longer suppress the anger in his chest and shouted loudly at the intercom.

"Lord Dilip! This is not your backyard! It's the front line! It's the front line! The alliance's machine guns are right in our faces. We can't push through even 60 meters, not to mention 600 meters! Otherwise, you can do it yourself Come take a look at the front line and see what it’s like here!”

"I say again no retreat!"

Prince Dilip roared hysterically in the communication channel. He did not believe that he could stop a thousand-man team at this distance.

It's only 600 meters. Even if one person is lying on one meter, they can rush up to more than 400 people. As long as the alliance's machine gun firepower is knocked down, the four thousand-man troops left in his hands can instantly overwhelm the defenders in the Governor's Mansion like a tsunami.

Without waiting for the captain to quibble, he continued to roar.

"And are you pigs?! Who asked you to hit the bullet point of the Alliance? You wouldn't use your brains to sneak through the alley—"

"There is no house here! The Alliance has demolished this place a long time ago! How many times have I told you that there is no house here! They even moved most of the building debris away!" the captain roared, I no longer care about status or dignity.

Morale has been so low that the soldiers lying behind the bunkers have lost the courage to stick their heads out and shoot with the alliance.

Under such circumstances, if he ordered them to go up and die, I am afraid that before all his subordinates died, he, the commander-in-chief, would have to be defeated by the mutinous soldiers.

Prince Dilip's eyes widened as he held the phone, unable to believe the offensive tone on the other end of the phone or the news he heard.

He is not deaf.

Although he had never been to the front line, he had heard reports from the front line since the beginning of the battle, saying that the alliance had evacuated the residents near the Governor's Palace and

Destroyed their house.

However, in his original vision, even if there were no complete houses left in that area of ​​the city, there would still be a lot of building debris and undulating earth slopes left behind.

Although they are not as good as trenches, they should have no problem covering the advance of infantry.

It should be like this...

"How is it possible..." Prince Dilip's voice trembled, and his measured tone involuntarily contained a hint of panic.

The captain roared angrily.

"What's impossible! Bombard with cannons, blow up with dynamite, hit with hammers, or even pull down the beams with ropes. Don't you know what kind of lousy houses those poor devils live in?! You treat them as their doghouse and the governor's palace. They are all poured out of concrete?! If you leave them alone, they will collapse on their own!"

"These maggots, cunning rats...How dare they, how dare they stand on the side of the Alliance! I'm going to kill them!"

A painful groan came from Prince Dilip's mouth.

Even though this was his first time walking from the sandbox to a real battlefield, he knew that the emotion of failure would spread to soldiers like a plague.

Although he racked his brains and couldn't think of the next step, he knew that he could no longer hesitate and must do something before the front line collapsed!

Once the defense line collapses——

The consequences could be disastrous!

"You guys retreat first...and switch to the second team. Wait, hold on for a while before the second team comes up. Make sure to maintain the battle line!"

Hearing that submissive tone, the commander finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the heart hanging in his throat finally relaxed.

Although this guy's orders were vague and he could even change his words twice in one sentence, he probably understood what he meant.

As long as you can withdraw and rest, that's fine.

Praying silently for the friendly troops who were on top, he hung up the phone, pushed away the communications soldier carrying the radio, and shouted towards the front line.

"Hold on! Friendly forces will soon come to replace me——"

The second half of the unfinished sentence froze in his throat. The moment the captain cast his gaze towards the flank of the position, his entire face was filled with panic.

I saw a four- to five-meter-tall giant crab moving its metallic mechanical legs around a row of collapsed ruins to reach their flank.

What is that?!

The captain's face was filled with confusion.

I saw two thick and long gun barrels, or cannon barrels, extending forward from the top of the pair of solid and powerful claws, aiming at the group not far in front of him - the group of people crawling behind the dilapidated houses and shacks, unable to move. Werewolf warriors.

The scene in front of me was so shocking that the Y-2 drone, "Cerberus" unmanned vehicle, and a dozen soldiers armed to the teeth with exoskeletons that followed closely beside the giant crab seemed negligible. Forget it.

Before he could react, the two cannon barrels spurted out thick tongues of fire, pouring ferocious firepower towards his subordinates!

"Bang bang bang——!"

There was no time to even scream.

Dozens of soldiers hiding behind the bunker were instantly crushed into pieces and pulp along with the bunker in front of them.

The bullet casings continued to fall from the receiver, clattering to the ground, along with the fragmented bodies.

The blank expressions turned into panic, not only for the commanders commanding on the front line, but also for the soldiers squatting behind the bunkers and firing.

They have never fought with such a cruel guy!

The bullets fired by the Ripper rifle were like tickling it and had no effect at all. However, in front of the continuous output of the barrel, their bunker was as fragile as paper.

The soldiers carrying the Panzerfaust rocket launchers were overwhelmed by the firepower, or were recognized and shot in the head by the drones flying overhead.

The Alliance put far more than just a "King Crab" into the battlefield, although most people's attention was focused on the eye-catching big guy.

Take it away.

Six "King Crab" amphibious all-terrain infantry armors respectively covered six groups of mechanized infantry and launched attacks along six different directions.

In just a few breaths, the 1,000-man unit under Prince Dilip's flank defense line was torn open like an avalanche with a huge gap.

Unable to control the fear in their hearts any longer, the soldiers squatting behind the bunker dropped their weapons and turned around to escape, regardless of the threats from their superiors.

The embarrassed look was like a rat in a panic.

"Ahhhh!"

"monster!!"

"Devil! The Alliance summoned the devil!"

What was defeated was not only the defense line under their feet, but also the defense line deepest in their hearts - the confidence and arrogance that came from nowhere.

At this moment, they only regretted that the Wolf God had given them two legs and could not escape from this ghost place faster.

The atmosphere of despair and fear followed the defeated soldiers who fled, and bumped into the 2,000-man team who rushed to the front line with their chests raised and their heads raised.

Everyone couldn't believe what they saw before them, until the ferocious "King Crabs" chased the butts of their friendly forces and killed them in front of them...

…

Just when the ace of the Xilan Empire was beaten to the point of running away, the [props leader] who led the 300-man team to attack the flank of the position discovered that the six groups of mechanized teams under him had actually changed from flanking troops to front-line troops. .

The imperial troops who were bitten on the flank by them didn't even put up any decent resistance. They dropped their weapons and turned around and ran away.

So much so that they, who had planned to surround and annihilate this thousand-man team, accidentally collided with another thousand-man team that came for reinforcements.

These additional wolf soldiers were also ruthless, perfectly interpreting what it means to bang their heads against a steel plate, and they started a firefight with Alliance players in an alley without any preparation.

At first, the props master planned to ask each team to withdraw and drag these stubborn Wolf Killers to the Second Team's position at the Governor's Mansion before harvesting them. However, they were too weak to hold off these guys, and even one car was enough to pose a threat to them. There were no threatening armored units that dared to rush forward. When they found that they couldn't chew the hard bones in their mouths, they began to flee back in a swarm.

The opponent almost put his head into their mouth. If he didn't take a bite, he would probably be buried by his teammates for a week.

Seeing that the reinforcements on the front line of the Xilan Empire began to collapse, the props leader put his hand on his helmet and shouted loudly in the team channel.

"Attention all units——!"

"Using the line marked on the map as the boundary, everyone continues to move forward! Fire freely! No need to save ammunition, just beat them hard! Until you empty your magazines and go home!"

He was answered with excited shouts.

"receive!"

"Brothers charge!"

"For the Alliance!!!"

"Ouch!"

As the attack order was issued, the "King Crab" all-terrain infantry armor immediately threw off its crab legs, crossed the low shacks under the cover of the infantry, and advanced in a rampant manner.

Everyone was furious.

Especially the intelligence players riding in the belly of the mechanical crab, almost everyone has a three-digit number of heads in their hands.

The quadcopter drone flying in front provides them with a top-down bird's-eye view, and they only need to pull the trigger toward the place where there are people.

20 armor-piercing incendiary bombs combined with high-explosive bombs, you don't even need to aim, just keep moving forward and you're done.

The imperial soldiers who were blocked in the alley were beaten until they were stunned.

At first they could still see where the tracers were coming from, but later they were pinned to the ground without even seeing anyone.

"Hahahaha! I'm killing Urgot like crazy!"

Listening to the strange laughter in the team channel, several players who were following the team and advancing together cast envious glances at the guy sticking his butt out.

"Damn it, come down and play with me for a while!"

The intelligence player rolled his eyes.

"Go away! Do you think this thing can get on the bus just by pressing f? After all, I have been training in Dawn City for a few days!"

While several people were talking, an Iron Fist rocket launcher suddenly emerged from the alley just a short distance away, and hit one of the mechanical legs impartially.

Perhaps it was because he was so pretentious that even God couldn't bear to watch it. The metal jet accidentally penetrated the power part of the mechanical leg, and the crab dwarfed and lost its balance and collapsed to the side. earth house.

The imperial soldier carrying the rocket launcher was quickly beaten to a pulp, but the big crab that fell on the ruins seemed to be drunk and could not stand up.

After all, it is a testing machine that just came out of the laboratory. Its too avant-garde design makes it full of too many uncertainties.

Even if this thing performed in the test and could walk even with three broken legs, it still couldn't withstand the complex situations on the battlefield.

Seeing the soldiers of the empire coming to kill them, the intelligence player who was still showing off a second ago suddenly screamed out in panic.

"Damn it! Come and protect me, sons!"

The players who were already helping him set up his guns twitched at the corners of their mouths when they heard this slander.

p!

For a moment, they suddenly wanted to test how hard this thing's armor could be...

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On the other side, the north wall of the Governor's Palace.

Watching the group of Gray Wolf Army soldiers disappear like a tide, the player sitting on the machine gun position simply turned off the safety and complained with an unlucky look.

I haven't figured out whether these guys are here to fight or fertilize...

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On the other side, at the Golden Gallen Port, the temporary headquarters was noisy.

The battle reports coming from the front line were floating like snowflakes, and the command channel was even more noisy.

"...This is the Governor's Mansion. The enemy's frontline troops have collapsed! Should we continue to guard here? Or should we catch up?"

"This is the 300-man team! We are engaged in a firefight with the enemy units who have arrived for reinforcements! No enemy armored units have been found, and there are only a few anti-tank weapons... It should be a thousand-man team, or maybe two, We plan to empty the ammunition and come back."

"...Damn it, we have an idiot here, an Urgot whose leg has been broken off! The coordinates have been updated on the map, please send support as soon as possible!"

"How many times have I told you, don't give random nicknames to your equipment! Use official numbers!"

"This is the 400th team. We have sent a small team to reinforce, hold on!"

"I'm so hungry. When will dinner be served?"

"Who is at the port? After asking

Can the npc in the office add some food? "

"...The enemy reinforcements have been defeated! Damn, these animals can retreat faster than I can with six legs. The brothers from the 400th Team are not here! We will find a few fellow villagers to help drag that unfortunate thing that broke down in a while. ——"

"%￥#@!"

"What the hell, what do your team's strength animals do for food? Do you still need to hire people for this kind of work?!"

"This is the Governor's Mansion. Our reconnaissance team observed that the Gray Wolf Army is gathering in the direction of 'Kraba Market! The target is five kilometers north of the Governor's Mansion. They seem to be planning to regroup there! Visually, there are still two to three more A team of about a thousand people."

Although the communication channel was noisy, the feedback on the battle situation on the front line was relatively clear, and Fang Chang had basically got a rough idea.

After all, even if the battle situation is a little urgent or even a little complicated, these beasts will not talk nonsense in the command channel.

Lao Bai looked at Fang Chang and said casually.

"What should I say? Should we directly eat these two or three thousand people? Or should we leave it to the rookies at Rowell Camp to deal with them?"

Nearly 20,000 slaves have received simple training and at least know how to fire, when to fire, and how to capture targets and advance forward.

It is undoubtedly a dream to expect them to defeat a well-trained army on a frontal battlefield, but as cannon fodder, it is not a big problem to clean up a group of defeated troops with the support of the alliance's artillery fire.

At least let them give it a try.

However, unlike Lao Bai, Fang Chang did not focus on the two or three thousand people who retreated to the Kraba Market area, but instead focused on the trenches outside the settlement.

"...Do you think there are any big shots from the Xilan Empire among these two or three thousand people?"

Looking at Fang Chang who suddenly spoke, Lao Bai hesitated for a moment and frowned.

"Why do you say that?"

"Guess."

Staring intently at the strategic map spread out on the holographic screen, he held his chin with his long index finger and thumb and fell into deep thought.

According to the information observed by the scouts under Brother Shadagger, the Gray Wolf Army stationed outside the settlement has made new moves.

Although I don't know why General Alaya made such a series of stupid moves, the guy has obviously noticed the troubles of the friendly forces and tried to make some remedies.

A team of ten thousand people was gathering in batches towards the positions outside the settlement, seemingly intending to pick up the defeated friendly forces on the front line.

At this time, Fang Chang suddenly had a bold idea in his mind.

"The identity that even the top commander of the Gray Wolf Army is afraid of...what do you think it could be?"

Lao Bai thought for a moment and said in an uncertain tone.

"Relatives of the emperor?"

He didn't know much about the organizational structure of the Xilan Empire. After all, this strange survivor force was completely different from any survivor force they had ever seen.

However, since this so-called elite elite of the empire is directly under the emperor of the Xilan Empire, it is obviously unlikely that the "commander-in-chief of the Royal Forest Army" will be nervous about small roles such as eunuchs.

Even if it was just a pretense, he would try to save him, at least so that the person or the forces behind that person could find no fault.

Maybe Alaya doesn't really care about the life or death of this "?vlp", but they can just take advantage of this...

Realizing Fang Chang's plan, Lao Bai looked at him in surprise.

"You want to gather around and call for reinforcements?"

"I do think so, but it also depends on whether they give us this opportunity. After all, these guys have always surprised us. I seriously doubt it will be the same this time..."

When he said this, Fang Chang paused for a moment, put his hand to his ear, and ordered the murderous dagger stationed at the Rowell camp.

"Inform Lacy."

"Let him get ready to work."

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(It’s the end of the month, so I’m shamelessly asking for a monthly pass. I’ll update it this month.

For the sake of being as stable as an old dog, please vote, brothers. qaq)