This Game Is Too Realistic

Western front line of Borneo Province, Surak District.

After returning to the base of operations, Pitt first settled the wounded, and then reported to his superiors the situation of friendly forces that were under shelling.

This matter had come to an end, and he was about to go back to the military camp to sleep, but gunfire rang out in the northern part of Surak County. He had to lead his men to the assembly point again, and followed the centurion on the car parked at the farm. Armored personnel carrier at the door.

Sitting on the open-top personnel carrier, a group of young men were excitedly gearing up.

"The sound of gunshots is at least a centurion."

"...80% of them are the Mammoth Kingdom's resistance forces! I heard that those guys are elites and are equipped with alliance exoskeletons."

"We have that stuff too."

Although there was no shortage of battles to fight in the desert, there were basically no tough battles to fight.

Especially the location where the 170,000th team led by Olet is stationed is Yongye Port.

There are air forces, artillery, and shallow-water heavy gunboats supporting the offshore. The opponents they face are either aboriginal rebels holding iron-pipe rifles, or gray-skinned mutant tribes.

Many young men didn't even look where the enemy was, and by the time the cannon fired, they had already won the round.

As for the mutants hiding in the ruins of the city, they usually have nothing to do and will not go to those people to cause trouble.

After all, it is unprofitable to conquer the land that goes deep into the desert. Although the Legion longs for the land under the sun, it does not want all the land.

No matter what, finally being able to fight against a decent opponent, whether it was the soldiers or their commanders, they were somewhat eager to try.

While a group of people were discussing, the older veteran suddenly frowned.

"...the sound of gunshots sounds familiar."

Peter also noticed something was wrong.

The gunshots that had been going on for a long time seemed to be coming from their own weapons.

"Maybe it's the defeated troops of the Borneo Kingdom, maybe it's the guerrillas of the Mammoth Kingdom... I can't tell."

Although the Mammoth Kingdom has an army built in accordance with Alliance standards, it also has some equipment captured from the Gray Wolf Army.

The gunfire crackled for about twenty minutes, and finally stopped just before they arrived.

"The firefight is due north! Get out of the car! Everyone move quickly!"

Stopping the car in front of a forest, Peter jumped out of the car with his men and walked through the woods toward the direction of the gunfire for reinforcements.

After running for about two hundred meters, Peter finally arrived at his destination, only to find that the battle was over.

I saw hundreds of corpses lying scattered in the dense woods.

The death of these people was extremely tragic. Many of them were shot several times, and their throats were even cut. Next to these people fell some Ripper rifles, or PU-9 submachine guns and other weapons.

As he had guessed, this unit was using Legion equipment.

The centurion who had previously entrusted the wounded to him was standing nearby. He recognized Peter at a glance, walked over and grinned.

"You're late, we've already taken care of it ourselves."

Seeing that the centurion actually took the initiative to talk to him, Peter glanced at the corpse on the ground and asked casually.

"Who are these people?"

"They are probably guerrillas, the ones who provide firepower coordinates to those artillery units... Damn it." The centurion spat on the ground, looking like he was still angry.

There are not only the bodies of the Borneos here, there are also some of the Wilantes.

"What's your situation?"

"It's not bad, but about ten brothers died... Of course, more of them died."

Peter didn't speak. He lowered his head and glanced at the face that was mixed with mud, water and blood, but felt that it looked familiar.

At this time, his centurion also rushed over with his people. The friendly centurion immediately left his side, passed a cigarette to his superior, and started talking and laughing.

The battle was over, and everyone was relaxed. However, Peter found that the friendly soldiers had sullen faces, and they could not see the joy of having their great revenge avenged.

Confused, he glanced at the familiar face on the ground again.

And at this moment, he suddenly remembered where he had seen this face.

That was in the afternoon.

At that time, he was watching a group of sallow-looking men wielding shovels to bury those compatriots who were said to be the Heavenly King's army.

Peter's Adam's apple moved, and he squatted down by mistake, looking at one of the men who was probably a tenant, and reached into his pocket, and sure enough he found some broken soil stained with blood.

It was indeed those people!

After being speechless for a long time, Peter silently wiped off the blood and soil on his hands and withdrew his hands from the man.

When he stood up from the ground, he found the friendly soldiers on the side staring at him nervously.

"Nice fight."

When he met the young man's eyes, Peter patted him on the shoulder, turned around and walked away without saying anything.

He did not doubt the correctness of the war, let alone seek justice for a group of cowardly guys, but his chest was still tight and he was even more confused about the meaning of it.

At this moment, his commander finally finished smoking and finished talking to the friendly centurion.

"...Thanks, thanks to you unplugging the nearby eyes, we can finally sleep peacefully."

"Haha, you're welcome. Your reinforcements were also timely."

After exchanging polite words, the centurion waved and led his men back towards the place where they got off the bus.

Before getting in the car, Peter walked up to his commander and spoke in a low voice.

"Those people don't look like the scouts of the Mammoth Kingdom...who would send a hundred-man team to investigate?"

Even if there is a hundred-man team dedicated to investigation, it is unlikely that a whole hundred-man team will form a group.

He said it very tactfully, not because he wanted to expose the friendly forces for killing good people and taking credit, but mainly because he was worried that if the real scouts were let go, it would be a big trouble.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the officer on the side gave him a meaningful look.

"Pete, everyone makes mistakes sometimes, especially in the dark here. It's inevitable to make mistakes... We are in the same team. We can't see each other when we look up. Do you understand what I mean?"

Meeting the officer's gaze, Peter held his breath involuntarily.

He was no longer a new recruit. He had spent some time in the military camp, but found that he didn't understand anything at all.

Suddenly, he thought of the recruit who was being held by his collar.

After a long while, Peter, who was holding his breath, nodded.

"Understood... I'm just worried that there are other reconnaissance troops. After all, if we relax our vigilance and let those people discover our deployment in Surak County."

Hearing this, the officer had a smile on his face and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

"That's for sure. There must be more than one reconnaissance force around us. We just hooked a big fish. If it were me, they would definitely come to our place to see if there are any new goods-"

Before he finished speaking, gunshots came from the direction of central Surak County.

Both of them were stunned when they heard the sound.

This time, the gunfire was not all the gunshots of legion weapons, but also mixed with the sound of some "alliance-in-alliance energy".

After a while, the expression on the centurion's face became strange.

"...It seems our fish has also been hooked."

…

In a sense, the centurion's guess was correct. The 171st Thousand Troops stationed in Surak County really caught a big fish.

A granary located on a farm in central Surak County.

An entire team of 100 people surrounded the entire warehouse. A captain carrying an assault rifle stepped forward and shouted menacingly.

"Surrender! You are surrounded!"

Listening to the shouting outside, the conduit dog glanced at the LD-50 carbine in his hand, and then at the rows of dense bullet holes on the wall, and couldn't help but feel his scalp numb.

"MMP! Are these Wilante people cheating?!"

After guiding the friendly forces' shelling earlier, he originally wanted to take a look inside Surak County, but he didn't expect that the county was bigger than he thought.

Since there was no satellite navigation, the drone's battery had run out, and the surrounding farms and farmland looked similar. He got lost while walking. Not only did he forget the way back, but he also ran into a monster head-on. Patrol of the Rands.

At that time, he thought he was a fellow villager, so he wanted to go up and ask for directions, and even said hello.

As a result, the two sides met each other, and each other was stunned on the spot.

Realizing that he had asked the wrong person, the old dog reacted first and ran away.

When the person on the other side saw him running away, he was stunned for a moment at first, but he quickly realized what he was doing and chased after him.

Fierce fighting broke out between the two sides in fields and woods.

Since the legion had night vision equipment, and he only had a carbine with only two magazines, he was helplessly defeated at the speed of light. After throwing away the VM and drone he carried, he was forced to hide in into this granary.

The old dog at the end of his rope is like most colored pens. His instinctive reaction is not to take advantage of himself, but to take advantage of the opponent.

However, it is useless to say this at this moment.

He is now debating whether to "destroy his corpse" or to be killed by the plot and be captured by others.

A rational analysis shows that the profit of the latter should be relatively high, and maybe we can also spy on the frontline deployment of the legion.

Of course, the most important thing is that he is following the Eagle and has not saved files for several months.

If he loses two levels in a row after one death, it will be a huge loss for Blood Mother!

Seeing that the spies hiding in the granary were still making no move, the Wilantian tenthurion exchanged glances with the centurion not far behind him, and then took off the white phosphorus bomb from his waist.

Just when he was about to pull the fuse and throw it in, a rifle was thrown out of the granary.

"I, I, I vote... vote..."

Oh shit.

How do you say "surrender" in People's Lianyu?

The old dog with his head in his hands walked out of the door, and found that he had forgotten the words.

The few Wilantes guarding the door of the granary looked at each other, exchanging strange expressions on their faces.

"Is there something wrong with this guy's brain?"

"...There can't be any fraud."

Send this thing as a scout?

Is there no one left in the alliance?

The tenth captain obviously felt the same way, but now was not the time to discuss this.

He waved his hand with a dark face.

"take away!"

The soldiers on the side stood at attention and marched. Then, regardless of the prisoner's protests, they took out a rope and tied him tightly, carried him and threw him on the personnel carrier outside the granary.

"Damn it, can you please be gentle!" There was a pain in the back, and the old dog grinned and cursed.

Seeing that this guy was dishonest, the soldier who jumped into the car gave him another rifle butt.

"Be honest with me!"

The old dog who had been hit by the butt of a gun let out a groan, and his head was hit so hard that he almost lost his connection.

The soldier sat directly next to him, reached out of the car and patted the car hard.

"Depart! Return to the station!"

"receive."

The armored personnel carrier's engine started, first turned a big bend, and then drove along the bumpy dirt road toward the nearby village.

The old dog lying in the dark wanted to remember the driving route, but soon he remembered that he didn't know the nearby roads at all, and he didn't even know where he was now, so he had no choice but to give up.

After a bumpy journey in the dark, the personnel carrier finally arrived at its destination.

The Valantian soldier guarding him reached out and grabbed the collar of his neck, lifted him out like a chicken, and then threw him on the muddy ground.

"stand up!"

The old dog threw a mouthful of mud and cursed in his heart, but thinking that a man who knows the current affairs is a hero, he finally suppressed the anger in his stomach and twisted his body to get up from the ground.

Wait!

Let me know where you are and shout "Yao Wuwu" to make you proud!

The soldier ignored him and only used his gun to drive him forward, urging him to move forward.

This is probably a temporary base with nothing. Some tents are set up next to private houses, and some are simply requisitioned private houses.

Before he had time to observe the entire base, the old dog was driven into a small dark room, and then the door behind him was slammed shut.

There was no sound outside, except for the croaking of toads and the chirping of insects.

I don’t know how long it took, but just when the old dog was wondering whether to go offline first, there were finally footsteps outside the house again.

With a clatter of iron chains, the drooping wooden door was opened.

Seeing Captain Ross walking in from outside, the old dog's expression suddenly froze.

He never expected that it would be such a coincidence that he would meet an acquaintance in the chaos. He could only pray silently that this guy would not remember him.

This is actually not impossible.

Since he is not very good at Renlian, he usually doesn't speak as long as he can. He only occasionally interjects a few words, and the other party may actually forget that he is just a follower.

However, he was afraid that something might happen. Standing at the door of the small dark room, Ross narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly turned on the flashlight in his hand and shined it on his face.

Being blinded by the flashlight that suddenly came on, the old dog closed his eyes and secretly thought something was going to happen.

Sure enough, a sneer reached his ears.

"I recognize you, you are the messenger of the Alliance."

I know I can't hide it anymore.

When he heard the word alliance, the old dog sighed in his heart and smiled awkwardly.

He was about to argue that he was actually a fake, but suddenly realized that he didn't know how to say this at all.

To put it bluntly, he usually reads subtitles in front of VM. He doesn’t know Renlian at all, and he can only understand a few words, but maybe he doesn’t know much Japanese.

As soon as the VM was thrown away, he suddenly became deaf and mute. Not to mention unable to speak, he could not even understand slightly more complex sentences.

However, Ross misunderstood and thought that this guy still wanted to deny it, so he sneered.

"I advise you to be honest and explain all the problems. Maybe it will save you some physical pain."

"..."

Looking at the NPC whose face was getting colder, cold sweat broke out on the old dog's forehead.

broken.

Something is wrong with this plot skip!

He guessed that this guy probably wanted to ask him something, but he couldn't understand what bird language the dog coin was saying.

How the hell are you talking like this!

"explain!"

Seeing that the man in front of him refused to speak, Ross suddenly raised his voice and shouted loudly, staring into his eyes and continued.

"Let me ask you one last time, why are the alliance's 'officials' on the front line! What are you doing here?"

Catheter dog: "??"

"Pretend to be stupid, right...that's good."

Ross sneered, nodded, and then looked at the Valantian soldiers standing aside with a murderous look.

"I don't care what method you use, just pry this guy's mouth open...remember, just keep breathing."

Catheter’s Dog: “???”

A ferocious smile appeared on the face of the Valantian soldier, and he looked at the prisoner like a tiger seeing a lamb.

He clenched his fists and nodded sternly.

"yes!"

The old dog understood this word, but he was also disappointed.

Especially when he saw Ross turning around and leaving the small dark room, and the NPC soldiers striding towards him, his tense face finally revealed a hint of unbearable panic.

"Wait, wait a minute..."

Damn it!

This game isn't that real, is it? !

…

Perhaps due to historical legacy, the Wilantes are not only good at fighting, they are also good at torturing people.

In just ten minutes, the old dog who couldn't bear the humiliation took the initiative to disconnect, took off his helmet and threw it on the bed, and went to the group to shake people with a sad face.

"Dads, save me! I got caught by Big Nose!"

After seeing the news about Lao Gou, Eagle, Lao Stick, and Lao Wolf all jumped out.

The fighting wolf: "Damn it, didn't I ask you to see where their front line is? Why the hell were you captured?"

Conduit Dog: "I went to see where their frontline was... I saw that the artillery blew up their entire hundred-man team, so I thought of walking forward, but somehow I bumped into their patrol. .”

Stirring stick: "You all laugh at old dogs for being useless, but I think it's the opposite. If this guy doesn't cause trouble, it will be big news. (Funny)"

Far-sighted Eagle: "The trouble is that we showed up at West Sailing Port, and we also pretended to be alliance envoys... Hey, have you been recognized?"

Conduit's dog: "I didn't originally, but I met that Ross! I remember he was Warlander's brother-in-law? Can he tell me if he's sorry? QAQ"

The wolf who is good at fighting: "You are still an acquaintance."

Stirring stick: "It's not necessarily true that you are a fool. We old dogs can just bite them to death and deny them. Their unilateral accusations are of no use. They can at most make themselves happy."

Catheter dog: "I didn't admit it! I can't understand what that guy is saying... Brothers, can I still be saved? QAQ"

Visionary Eagle: "Don't worry, can you confirm where you are now?"

Conduit Dog: "...I don't know, maybe to the west of the bombardment point? Within a radius of 50 kilometers? I remember there is a farm nearby. QAQ"

Stirring stick: "To be more specific, Surak County has two to three million acres, half of which are fields. Which farm are you talking about?"

Catheter Dog: "I... don't know."

The fighting wolf: "...It's hopeless, just commit suicide."

Troublemaker: "Hey! It's hard to handle. The best we can do is help you recycle the VM, if it's not picked up by a fellow villager."

Catheter Dog: "No, bro...I haven't saved in months."

Far-sighted Eagle: "You are really hurt. Let's think of a way... You should also think about it yourself and see if you can get out of trouble. If not, you can get some information before you die."

The fighting wolf: "...I went online to ask if there were any guerrillas operating in the Cow State. I remember correctly that Ross was a close aide of Captain Oletwan of the 170,000th team. I can't figure out where that guy was stationed. What would be a key strategic area?"

Catheter Dog: "I did see a lot of tents!"

Far-sighted Eagle: "You can find a way to collect more intelligence, or bribe the locals...if you have a chance."

…

An entire Mammoth Nation reconnaissance company was annihilated in the Sulak County War Zone, and an Alliance soldier was captured. The morale of the Southern Army's frontline troops was greatly boosted!

Captain Olet even went to the front line in person, awarded medals to the centurion who had made military exploits, and encouraged the troops on the front line to continue their efforts and strive for more achievements.

In fact, Olet didn't know the moisture in the battle report, but this kind of thing was not important at the moment.

Since they have launched this war, they must build momentum for this war. Only in this way can they gain more supporters.

The best way to build momentum for war is to create some fighting heroes.

It wasn’t just the recon companies that were annihilated on the front lines.

Including the hundreds of W-2 aircraft that launched suicide attacks during the day, they were also included in the battle report.

The captain who led the aviation team to face the enemy was awarded a medal symbolizing the status of an ace pilot for "shooting down" ten alliance enemy planes.

At the same time, the "Daily Survivor" in Kinggallon Harbor also published a headline the next day.

"The 155mm artillery shows its power!" An entire hundred-man squadron of the Legion of Annihilation! 》

There was a picture below the headline. An artillery deployed in the forest was spitting out thick tongues of fire. The battalion commander of the Moon Clan Resistance Army and the Alliance volunteers stood side by side.

The newspapers were sold out almost as soon as they were delivered to various newsstands.

In a noodle shop in the port area, a group of diners gathered around a newspaper and sighed.

"That Abu Saik was really useless, two divisions were chased by one regiment!"

"Lasi can still fight!"

"Hey, I wrongly blamed him before! You really have to go through a few tricks to find out whether you're a hero or a bear!"

"...It's too early to tell now! The Borneo army is about to withdraw from Niuzhou. I think it's not easy for Lasi to hold on to Gouzhou. He will probably lose it in the end! What does that have to do with Absek? the difference?"

"But the legion's airship isn't very good either. It boasts a lot but doesn't show off its power."

"You can't say that, you haven't seen the power——"

"Have you seen it?"

"Uh...that's not the case."

Next to the newsstand at the entrance of the noodle shop, Ou Ren held a newspaper in his hand with a worried look on his face.

After the previous disaster, the Family Association in Xifan Port was suppressed by the Legion. Not only was Zaid and other senior members of the Family Association missing, but he himself was expelled by the Legion and was forced to move to Golden Gallon Port.

Although his friends in the Workers' Association advised him to leave this land of right and wrong temporarily, he could not let go of his suffering comrades in his heart, so he was reluctant to leave.

He buys a "Survivor's Daily" every day, partly to understand the latest developments of the war, and partly to collect news about family reunions.

To be fair, he didn't like the guy named Zaid very much.

Not only because of Alyssa's advice, but also because the intuition in his heart always reminded him that that guy might be completely two people inside and out.

However, he is not a child after all, and he cannot arbitrarily define another person just because of his personal preferences.

At least so far, everything that person says and does is truly aimed at uniting the suffering survivors.

And unlike Lacy, who sold his compatriots to work in the southern seas, that guy really went down to the lowest level, taught them lessons, shared joys and sorrows with them, and called them family.

Eugene asked himself, Lovett couldn't do these things, not even Sberg.

And he didn't have the ability to cut open a person's heart and see what was hidden inside.

What's more, no matter what kind of person Zaid is, the workers who have united are always worthy of their help.

And those families who finally united...

Turning the newspaper to the end, Ou Ren finally saw the news he had been waiting for for a long time on the last page of the newspaper.

[Absak, the Grand Commander of Borneo and President of the Federation, meets with the President of the Family Association]

"...It turns out he is in Tiandu."

Ou Ren was relieved.

It appears he did not die that night.

No matter what, it's good to be alive...