This Game Is Too Realistic

[General Abu Saik, I am Akbar, the Emperor of Xilan. I am sending you a telegram today for no other reason than the safety of the tens of thousands of people in Xilan. 】

[I admit that the late king’s handling of the Gray Wolf Army was indeed inappropriate. The orphans and widows were not resettled, and the wounded were not properly treated. However, even so, this is not the reason for your rebellion and disloyalty. 】

[However, Gu is not a tyrannical person. For the sake of the friendship between ministers, I promise you to surrender now to avoid death, to be granted the title of Grand Duke of Shizhou, and to keep your glory and wealth unchanged. 】

[If the general persists in his stubbornness, causing the lives of the people of the Xilan Empire to suffer, and bringing them eternal infamy, don’t blame Gu for not giving you a chance to turn around...

In the courthouse of Saifan Port, in a plainly decorated office.

Akbar Siran crouched in front of the case and wrote a 2,000-word appeal to surrender eloquently. Then he stood up and respectfully handed it over to the Wilant officer behind him. "How did I write?" M..

The little emperor's eyebrows were raised upward, and there was a hint of pride in his smile, as well as a hint of flattery.

However, the Weiland man didn't even look at it, and just replied coldly. "It depends on how the person who receives the letter responds."

Akbar's smile spread across his face, but he still laughed twice.

"What you said makes sense... I hope that Absek will not be ignorant and surrender as soon as possible."

The Valantian officer grinned, reached out and patted his shoulder, and suddenly touched his face again, as if he were touching an obedient dog.

What a good dog.

There was an obvious hint of teasing and contempt in his smile, which was a look down from the bottom of his heart.

Akbar's mind buzzed, and he stared at the man in disbelief. He didn't understand what the guy's gesture of touching his face meant, and instead misunderstood it as something between a man and a woman.

This guy...shouldn't he be good at that?

Goosebumps appeared all over his body, and he took a step back in fear.

The officer took the letter and strode out without any explanation. There was another person standing in the office, an old man from the Lion tribe who was silent.

He used to be a citizen of Sisail Port, a sweeper working in the court, but one day he was suddenly and inexplicably given a title, and then he was asked by the Wilrant people to follow Akbar and act as a servant. At the same time, he monitored the Emperor for the Southern Army.

As for His Majesty's original servants, all of them have been driven away and replaced by people from Saipan Port.

Including the so-called imperial cabinet, and even His Majesty's bedfellows.

What kind of allies are these? They are clearly a group of kidnappers.

The old man sighed softly and looked at the angry little emperor and comforted him with a few words. "Your Majesty, please be patient...you don't have to be like them."

Akbar calmed down and shook his head.

"Weilante people are all temperamental people, and sometimes they have a rough heart... I can only understand."

The old man was stunned and looked at the little emperor blankly, as if he saw the deceased king.

picture.

It's so similar...

The 300,000th team breaks through the Lion City!

News of the victory spread to Sifan Harbor and also to another front line in the Southern Army's Borneo theater - Surak County on the northern line.

Looking at the shocking battle report in his hand, Captain Otleywan couldn't help but grin.

"This madman."

This guy is really capable of bombing a gathering place with a population of millions with incendiary bombs. Isn't he afraid that the fire will not be controlled and the millions of livestock will be burned?

Fortunately, it was the rainy season, and the thick smoke from the fire made it rain. Otherwise, I'm afraid the whole city will be burned down!

The staff officer standing aside nodded and said in a very soft voice. “But I have to admit, it’s really efficient.”

The six teams of 10,000 people on the opposite side collapsed immediately and were defeated by several teams of 1,000 people.

There were also millions of survivors in the city, who were beaten to the point where they could only cry and howl.

Although the consumption of ammunition is a bit high, compared to the benefits, the cost is completely within the affordable range.

If Captain Ryan chooses to pursue the victory at this time and continue to march eastward, I am afraid that the whole world will be in chaos, and friendly forces will fight over whether to resist or not, and he will be at war with his own people.

Especially that Absaek.

Based on their analysis of the person, the "citizen" would almost certainly run away.

Otlay nodded approvingly, acknowledging what his staff officer said. "...When the airship reinforcements arrive, we can follow suit."

On the other side, at the station in the middle of Surak County, several patrolling soldiers were also talking about this matter.

"At least ten thousand people will be burned to death."

"Ten thousand?! I think there must be a hundred thousand at least!" "Damn, it's really a relief!"

Several Wilant soldiers gathered together and excitedly discussed the good news about the Lion City.

They were all under the command of Captain Ross, and they were also witnesses of the tragedy at Sailsport.

Due to the rhetoric of the Union envoy and the cowardice and incompetence of General McClung, they failed to kill enough at West Sails Harbor.

Now, finally, a ruthless person has avenged the death of more than 3,000 Weiland residents, and the bad breath stuck in their chests has finally been relieved.

Sure enough, the orthodoxy of Triumph City must be the Southern Legion.

Those civil servants who were corrupted by gold and the landowners of the Eastern Legion have long since deteriorated!

Standing next to them, Captain Peter was smoking one cigarette after another. He couldn't bear to listen anymore and couldn't help but interjected.

"What's the point of this? Even if they don't bomb, the group of natives holding fire sticks can't stop them."

He thought of the serfs who died in the woods with red soil in their pockets.

His superiors told him to keep his mouth shut, but he couldn't help but think, what kind of hero is it to massacre a bunch of unarmed civilians?

He had never hated his identity and honor so much. Being with this group of people only made him feel ashamed.

Several soldiers were stunned for a moment and looked at each other without saying anything. Only the veteran said.

"There is still meaning, even if it is to disintegrate the will of the Borneo people to fight"-

"What if it doesn't disintegrate?" Peter asked rhetorically, "The same tricks don't always work, and the opponents we encountered this time are many times more powerful than us."

"We just want to tell them that numbers are meaningless!" The veteran's temper also rose, his neck was red, and he argued with him rationally, "They killed at least 100,000 people in one day, we I am telling them with actions that one or two billion is not enough for them to die for a year!"

How can it be so easy?

Even if they could kill 10 billion rats a day, they wouldn't be able to kill all the rats in the world.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, they have never really conquered the lands in their hands.

From the day the city of Avente was founded, their war never ended.

Perhaps they are the furthest away from the New Age.

Not wanting to quarrel with his comrades, Peter shook his head, stubbed out the cigarette butt in his mouth and threw it aside.

The cousin slaves looked at him from a distance, and when they met his gaze, they hurriedly ran away.

Pete always felt a sense of dissonance, but he couldn't tell where the dissonance came from.

It wasn't until the serfs disappeared that he suddenly realized that no one was snatching his cigarette butt.

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In the southern part of Lion City, the originally densely packed houses have turned into ruins. The fire not only burned the southern part of the city, but almost half of the city. Ryan, who entered the city, did not deliberately massacre the local residents because there was no need to do so.

Enough people have died.

Those who survived didn't even dare to take a breath when facing their noses, let alone resistance.

He was not crazy enough to kill for the sake of killing. Instead, he ordered his commander to hire a group of locals to form a defense force to maintain order in the city.

There are still some remnants of the Borneo Army in the city, many of whom have mingled with the civilians.

These people are a hidden danger.

Since they chose to hide instead of running away, it meant that they had not given up the fight.

But they couldn't hide it for long.

Because soon he will follow what General Gurion did during the West Sails Port, and let some of the colonized people get a small piece of the colonial cake, making them rich, powerful, dignified... and even Become a new noble.

In this way, no one will miss Absak, and they will even praise the colonists of the Southern Legion for arriving in time and taking them out of the sea of ​​misery.

This is called giving both grace and power.

When the local survivors feel happy as slaves, even the wheat grown in the fields will be converted from the credit of the farmers to the credit of the people of Weiland.

By that time, a fertile colony was born.

There may be some resistance, just like the rebellions of various sizes across the Legion, but it will never become as majestic as a 200,000-strong army.

The command vehicle of the 300,000th Army passed by quietly on the muddy road. Captain Ryan deliberately opened the observation window and took a look at his "great achievements."

In the pouring rain, desperate people searched for the bodies of their loved ones in the ruins. Some people stared at the houses reduced to ashes, or lay on the ground and howled.

The soulless figures not only did not make him feel any pity, but instead made him feel indescribably happy.

This is what happens when you go against the Legion!

However, it was boring to see the same faces too many times. When Captain Ryan was satisfied, he closed the window again, looked at the adjutant sitting opposite and said.

"Have you found the guy named Yudano?" the adjutant shook his head.

"No...I heard he died in the fire." Ryan sneered.

"Ha, he is still a warrior."

I heard that this guy is also an old member of the Heavenly King's Army.

If that guy is not dead, he will not kill him, but will take him with him and let him see with his own eyes the place where he fought, his hometown, and even the entire Borneo Province... Continued What will it look like when it comes down?

That is true revenge.

After a pause, the adjutant continued with a serious expression.

"...In addition, news came from the rear just now that our 902 heavy artillery was intercepted. The one who intercepted us was the Alliance's Skeleton Corps. More than half of the 340,000th team suffered casualties. It was the Alliance's armored division that defeated them. Currently, they We are staying with the transportation and logistics troops and retreating towards Xisail Port."

The casualties suffered by the 340,000th team can simply be described as tragic.

However, there was nothing they could do about it. After all, they happened to run into the Alliance's armored forces, and were later killed by the Alliance's air force.

Ryan's face was unhappy, but he didn't say much, he just nodded calmly.

"I already know."

The adjutant hesitated for a moment and asked. "Don't worry about it?"

That railway is quite important.

Including the armored train and the 902mm heavy gun on the car. But Ryan was not worried and just said in a calm tone.

"There are still 22 troops of 10,000 people in Xifan Port. They will handle the next thing. General Gulion has long guessed that the alliance will attack our logistics with all its strength. He naturally has corresponding trump cards. We don't need to worry about this matter. .”

The adjutant still had some concerns, but he couldn't ask more questions, so he could only change the topic.

"Then...what do we do next?"

"Tiandu."

The word came out of Ryan's mouth, and the corners of his tense mouth turned upward.

"Why do we have to wait until that guy from Outlay takes over Dog State before taking action? We can completely penetrate the entire Borneo Kingdom in one fell swoop while they are still dilly-dallying."

The adjutant perked up after hearing this, and the worries in his eyes were replaced by the burning fighting spirit.

Tiandu! The capital of Borneo!

As long as we capture that place, there will basically be no suspense in this war. Looking at the adjutant with fighting intent burning in his eyes, Captain Ryan said with a chuckle. "...I heard there is a ridiculously big starship there. I'm curious what it looks like."

The adjutant sitting opposite him also said with a smile.

"It would be a waste to leave that kind of heritage in this depression. Those useless civil servants are actually indifferent. Maybe we can use it to build an airship bigger than the Horn."

Captain Ryan smiled meaningfully.

"Then it depends on whether our brothers in the Air Force have expressed anything. We can't let them take this advantage in vain."

The pouring rain has been falling for a long time, all the way from Lion City to Tiandu. The sentry in a raincoat was patrolling along the muddy road when he suddenly saw a horse galloping from a distance.

Immediately a person sat down.

The commander-in-chief has already collected all the nearby horses and sent them to the front line. There may not be many horses in the entire Niu State.

Seeing the unusual figure, the sentry immediately became alert.

He raised the rifle in his hand, aimed at the rider running through the rain, and shouted.

"stop!"

The man didn't answer and just ran towards this side.

The sentry swallowed, and he and his companion beside him were hesitating whether to pull the trigger, when they saw that the horse suddenly gave out its strength and fell to the ground with a long sigh.

The man was thrown out, the muddy water was splashed up, and the horse flopped randomly in the mud, and finally went away foaming at the mouth.

The sentry and his companion looked at each other and immediately ran forward, only to find that the man who fell on the ground was actually a captain. He was so frightened that he hurriedly helped him up.

"Sir, sir..."

Isher glanced at him numbly, then looked in the direction of Tiandu City. Without saying a word, he pushed away the man who was supporting him and limped towards the city gate, regardless of the situation. The horse fell to the ground and was about to die.

His hair stuck to his face like wet straw, and his lifeless face looked like it had lost its soul.

The sentry stared at him blankly, watching the limping figure silently walk away. Finally, he gritted his teeth and threw the rifle on his back, and quickly chased after him.

"Sir, we have bicycles at our outpost...I'll carry you there! Hurry up!"

After that, he put the raincoat on the man's shoulders.

This time Isher finally reacted, muttered a thank you, and then let the young man carry him on his back.

Two overlapping figures passed through the rain curtain and rushed into the nearby guard post.

Not long after, a bicycle was pushed out, and the sentry stood on it, pedaling hard, wishing that the chain would be kicked out of sparks.

Isher sat behind him, looking straight at the noisy rain curtain.

He clutched the package in his hand tightly. Inside was a camera, which was given to him by a reporter. The camera contained photos he took on the front line.

He will never forget those faces in his life. And the fire that engulfed everything...

Tens of thousands of kilometers away, the beautiful Yunjian Province is an ideal city that brings together countless blessings.

In the tallest building of that prosperous utopia, the final hearing on the recent uproar was being held.

The council members sitting here will make the final decision on how much budget the company will spend to prevent the Legion from continuing to expand eastward.

Supporters have their reasons, whether it is to get arms orders or they must do something for moral reasons.

A contract that is not fulfilled is meaningless, and blind appeasement will only make the legion more nervous.

Opponents also have their own views. After all, these budgets are ultimately paid by all residents of Ideal City. They have spent enough Cr on irrelevant people in the past two years.

A contract that is not fulfilled is indeed meaningless, but the Legion is like Xiaoqiang who cannot be killed and has no long memory. They cannot play "war games" with those big noses again and again.

The shareholders of Endpoint Group spoke at the meeting. Maybe they should change to a method that can solve the problem once and for all, such as completely dismembering this group of militaristic lunatics, instead of sending them away one after another like this.

certainly.

As for how to dismember the Legion, he actually didn't have any reliable ideas in mind.

But that's something that can be discussed at another meeting.

Because of that point of view, it is almost foreseeable that the debate at this hearing will be extremely fierce.

However, the development of things is completely opposite. Those directors who were noisy until yesterday are now terrifyingly quiet.

In the center of the spacious venue, on a cube-shaped holographic screen, a city with a population of one million was burning in flames.

That settlement is not much smaller than Ideal City, and is even a little larger, although the former does not have those weird technologies or those towering buildings.

In front of the cube stood a human-shaped holographic light. That person was Li Ke from the Research Department of the college.

Until this hearing, the most glorious deed in his life was the fall at the gate of Falcon City.

But now, his scientific research ship has flown to Yunjian Province.

"...The above is what the Legion is doing in Borneo. Theoretically it can happen anywhere in the world, just like it has happened countless times before."

"Members of the board can continue to argue. I hope that the image data we provide will not disturb your enjoyment."

No more words needed.

The silent image had said everything for him.

Li Ke shook his head slightly and the light blue light disappeared in the spacious venue. Everyone sitting at the table was silent.

The faces were filled with shock, anger, disbelief, or the inability to look straight at them.

At this time, Shuyu, the ambassador from the alliance, stood up, looked around at the directors present and continued.

"...We have not participated in the negotiation of that ancient contract, but we know very well that a contract alone is not enough to bind anyone."

"In addition to ending the war itself, we must put war criminals on trial and account for mistakes... Only in this way can we ensure that similar tragedies will not happen again, just like what we did in Maritime Province .”

Looking at the whispering directors, he spoke in a solemn voice.

"You can leave it to us if you don't want to do it. We don't mind burning ourselves for the survivors who are suffering."

"But we need your support, support within our capabilities!"

After saying these words, he sat back on his chair and left time for the meeting.

The conference room fell silent again, this time even the whispers were gone, only eye contact remained.

People seemed to have lost the reason to quarrel.

In the face of higher interests, the things they care about are too small.

Seeing that no one continued to speak, the host of the meeting raised his hand. "Vote."

After he finished speaking, he pressed his hand on the vote counter and cast his vote.

In less than a minute, the voting ended, and it was still an astonishing 1000:0:0.

This has never happened in the past two centuries, and no one has even abstained.

History seems to be repeating itself.

Just as their fathers decided to stay on this land, they once again made the same choice.

Surprised expressions appeared on every face, and then there was surprise. Even the host of the meeting muttered something incredulous.

As the hammer fell from his hand, an aid package with an unlimited budget was simultaneously passed by the council.

They will provide the alliance with all the help that Ideal City can provide, and support their allies in bringing the initiators of this war to a solemn court!

At the same time that this aid package with an unlimited budget was passed, a piece of extraneous news shocked the entire Golden Gallon Port at the same time.

"Lion City Massacre!" The Southern Legion set fire to the city! 》

The headline of the newspaper was a shocking line of large characters, and the red ink looked like human blood.

The picture accompanying that headline was a photo taken when the "Horn" airship dropped an incendiary bomb!

This photo was taken by a reporter from the Daily Survivor and was said to have been brought back from the front by a captain named Isher.

Looking at the irrefutable atrocities, all the survivors had anger burning in their eyes.

"..... What a bastard of a Wilant man!" "Damn it! I'm going to join the army too!"

"Didn't you say you were going to Camp 101 to learn skills?"

"What the hell! If you want to go, wait until you kill all these big noses before you go!" "Damn... They are really worse than beasts!"

Captain Ryan misjudged the situation after all.

The survivors of the Lion City are still immersed in the pain of losing their loved ones. Although many people did lower their heads, lowering their heads does not mean surrender.

It’s not just the survivors of the Lion City.

There are also the survivors of Jingallang Port, the survivors of Mammoth City, the survivors of Tiandu City, and thousands of other survivors.

He actually knew that the rebellion in the legion's territory had never stopped, but he still dreamed of using a bigger fire to suppress the anger burning in the hearts of the survivors in this land.

Not only did Ryan misjudge the result, but Captain Otrevan and even General Gullion, the commander-in-chief of the Borneo war zone, were all wrong on this matter.

After learning about the tragic situation in the Lion City, Absek not only did not run away with his tail between his legs like a coward, but changed his previous indecisive image. Not only did he personally take charge as the commander-in-chief of the Niuzhou Theater, he even served as the commander-in-chief of the Niuzhou Theater. He electrified the entire Borneo Province with murderous intent, calling on all Borneo people to unite, and threatened to fight to the death with the Legion!

Whether this was a political show or not is anyone’s guess, but at least for now he certainly didn’t run away.

The morale of Tiandu has never been higher. This time, even the grassroots officers who were dissatisfied with Absak no longer cursed this "hypocrite".

Although he was not as happy as Janusz, at least he had the courage to fight to the death, which is worthy of praise.

At the same time, reinforcements from the outside are also arriving one after another.

The expeditionary force in Borneo Province had contributed to the extermination of the Torch Church, and the survivors in the eastern provinces would naturally not leave them alone.

A dozen transport ships arrived at the port of Golden Gallen.

A group of soldiers wearing gas masks and carrying rifles on their shoulders silently stepped onto the dock of Golden Gallen Port and walked towards the military base amid the flowers and cheers of the locals.

They are the Death Corps.

During the Battle of Luoxia and the Chewing Bone Rebellion, they had made great military exploits, and their fearless fighting style made countless raider tribes and the expeditionary forces of the Eastern Legion fearful!

A total of 5,000 people landed this time, and another 5,000 people are expected to arrive in the future.

Looking at the girl throwing flowers on the roadside, the big-eyed debtor couldn't help but complain.

"Why do we have to wear gas masks? Are we so shameless?" The man who was walking on the edge of the team rolled his eyes and complained in a lowered voice.

"Do you think it's really appropriate to be in public all day long with our battle losses?" Debt said with big eyes: "....Damn, what you said makes so much sense!"

Those walking in the queue wearing gas masks were not just players, but also many of Xiaoyu's fruiting bodies.

After repeated training by Big Eyes, these retarded fruiting entities finally evolved from lobster soldiers lined up to be shot into World War I infantry, and were able to charge forward with bayonets like the clone cannon fodder of the Legion.

The genetic blueprints of these fruiting bodies are the cheapest eaters, and the cost is much cheaper than those clones.

A LV10 intelligence player can bring about ten fruiting bodies, and his limit is two hundred!

As for the possible contamination caused by the mutant slime mold, there is no need to worry, the red soil bacteria will be responsible for collecting their corpses.

The group arrived at the base, and after updating the archive, they got in the car and headed to the port, where they transferred to the ship bound for Tiandu City.

The river port was busy.

Except for one royal merchant ship floating alone on the river, almost all the cargo ships were requisitioned by the authorities of Borneo and Kinggallon to transport materials and personnel needed for the war.

Looking at the brothers boarding the boat, Edge paddled and shouted towards them.

"The Vaillant people have already captured the Lion City, and we must not let them capture Tiandu again! Our brothers from the academy have already helped us deploy weapons against the airships in Tiandu. Our mission is to hold on at all costs!"

What responded to him was a roar of high morale. "Ouch!!!!"