This Game Is Too Realistic

"boom--!"

A deafening explosion suddenly came from a distance, alarming Grove and Brother Dog, who were standing next to the field headquarters and discussing the retreat plan.

Their expressions suddenly changed, and they hurried into the field headquarters and stood in front of the only radio station.

The correspondent sitting in front of the radio has just made contact with the troops on the front line.

Looking at General Grove and Staff Officer Xiong entering the headquarters, he immediately stood up and reported the report quickly without waiting for General Grove to ask questions.

"Report! The one who was attacked was the 5,000-man team under the 1,020,000-man team! The number of attackers is unknown, but it is expected to be 1 to 2 armored units!"

Brother Dog asked quickly.

"Where is the 5,000-man team?!"

The correspondent answered immediately.

"Miljans County!"

Hearing this familiar place name, Brother Dog's palms suddenly became sweaty.

"Oh my god...these guys have a problem!"

As soon as he came up, he pinched them by seven inches!

He is a ruthless character!

At the same time, General Grove had already walked to the map hanging in the command tent.

Looking at the markings on the map, his brows gradually twisted into a ball of twine.

In the entire strategic deployment of his "Operation North Wind", the location of Miljans County was equivalent to the hub of logistics transfer.

Although this battle focused on destroying the opponent's logistical supply lines, with each unit breaking into pieces and attacking forward. There was no stable supply line, but the captured baggage could not be buried on the spot. After all, it still needed to rely on roads and transportation. Transport away.

Miljans County is such a place.

The supplies captured by the 101st, 102nd, and 103rd teams of 10,000 people were first dispersed and transported here, and then concentrated and transported back to the Shezhou front line by a small number of truck troops.

Originally, according to the plan, the retreating 1.02 millionth unit would gather in the northern part of Miljans County, holding back the legion's reinforcements and buying time for the 1.01 and 1.03 millionth units to transfer supplies.

However, the marching speed of the Southern Army exceeded their expectations, and they reached Miljans County in advance before the 1.02 millionth unit was assembled!

If the area is lost, it will undoubtedly be a disaster for the 1.02 millionth team that has assembled in the area.

They will be like water poured on a soldering iron, instantly evaporated into white smoke by the scorching heat.

A drop of cold sweat slid across his forehead.

General Grove took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

The more critical the situation, the more calm you have to be. Once you lose your sense of proportion, everything will be lost.

The opponent's counterattack was so fast, it was obvious that he was not an ordinary person.

On the other hand, although he has nine 10,000-man troops, most of his equipment is based on light weapons, and there is a serious lack of anti-armor and air defense means.

The legion took such a bold and risky action, obviously prepared a back-up plan.

If he covets the supplies from Miljans County and pushes all three 10,000-man troops up, he may not only vomit out the benefits he has eaten, but also risk losing his capital...

Either stud or fold has a chance of winning...

But if you hesitate, you will definitely fail!

At this moment, this old guy who was usually quite "silly and sweet" showed a bit of wolf-like ferocity on his face, and he made a decision in just two seconds.

"Inform the 1.02 millionth team that the plan has changed... bypass Milyans County and withdraw directly to the border of Snake State, and withdraw from the enemy's strategic depth as quickly as possible!"

"You can take as much of the seized materials as you can! If you can't take them away, bury them on the spot, hide them in a nearby village, or destroy them directly!"

"Yes!" The correspondent gave a neat military salute, and then sat back in front of the radio station.

After giving the order, General Grove felt that the blood all over his body seemed to be boiling. He took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his arms, held it in his mouth and lit it with a match, and took a deep breath before calming down.

He convinced himself that this was the last one of the month, and he could only take a few puffs now.

Based on the previous analysis in his mind, he was almost 100% sure that the size of this wave of reinforcements from the Southern Army was at least over 100,000 people!

And this is also the confidence that the other side dares to send light armored troops to go deep alone!

It seems that this time he really hurt the opponent, and maybe there is a chance that he will be drawn on the playing card with a reward.

Grove didn't have the slightest fear in his heart. Instead, every cell in his body was trembling with excitement.

"Damn it... I'm finally going to have a big one!"

The corners of his mouth curled up in a cold arc, and he threw the half-smoked cigarette butt neatly on the ground and stamped it out.

These big noses better not let him down.

He almost grew moldy on this cold bench at the border, always making small fuss without causing any trouble.

Zaid only asked him to use 30% of his energy to deal with the legion and spend more energy on training troops. However, the order was given to Gopal, and the "offensive business" indicator shrank by half.

Even if this "Operation North Wind" was approved, he had to thank the pressure from the alliance brother next to him behind the scenes.

He knew that his boss had political concerns and was worried that his military strength would be wasted by the Southern Army. This would benefit Shah Rukh, who would be jealous of his family, but he would not get any actual benefits. However, only talking about politics without talking about unity cannot save Borneo. .

Of course, he will not make things difficult for his boss, but will use his own method to "kill two birds with one stone" to break the deadlock.

Wasn't Zaid worried that Shah Rukh would take advantage of him?

That's easy to handle.

Since the superiors expected him to use "Operation North Wind" to prove their determination to attack the Southern Army, he would make a fake show and severely beat up the Southern Army's deployment in the southern part of Wolf State, completely destroying these wolf cubs. The beating hurts!

Now that the legion is serious about fighting, it will surely reach the Snake State border. Shah Rukh will no longer have any reason to turn a blind eye to the fire burning on his territory.

By then, they will be the ones to take advantage of him!

Brother Dog, who was staring at the map, was also thinking about countermeasures, but he didn't expect that General Grove had already made a decision.

Although giving up Miljans County was indeed an option, he always felt that it was not the most perfect option.

Even if the 5000 were caught off guard, there would be no problem if they persisted for an hour or two.

If the other nine thousand-man teams scattered in the area could be gathered together, it would not be a bad idea to rely on their numerical advantage to eat up this lightly armored force.

"...Are you going to give up on Miljans County? I always feel that there is still a chance."

Brother Gou tried to put forward his own idea, but was ruthlessly dismissed as soon as he said it.

"Don't think about it, we have no chance. Moreover, I want to give up not only Miljans County, but to be precise, give up the entire logistics transfer plan."

Looking at the map, General Grove was like a cold machine and continued expressionlessly.

"We must withdraw our frontline troops as soon as possible, prepare defenses along the Snake State border, and do our best to cause casualties to our enemies! I have a strong hunch that the Southern Army will soon mobilize its main forces to attack us Launch an offensive of unprecedented scale."

"Including bombing of strategic facilities in the Snake State, including a full-scale attack by armored forces... We will soon encounter an unprecedented situation and must start preparations early."

Hearing that decisive voice, Brother Dog couldn't help but hold his breath.

If this is really the case, then his thinking is indeed somewhat inappropriate.

But thinking about the young men who called him family, he couldn't help but speak.

"But the 5,000-man regiment in Miljans County has been targeted by the light armor of the Southern Army. If we really leave them alone, they will have no chance to withdraw -"

Grove said without hesitation.

"Then don't withdraw! Fight defensive battles on the spot as long as you can to buy time for their comrades."

Brother Dog stared at Grove blankly, as if he were looking at a stranger he met for the first time.

Is this guy still the same Grover who loves soldiers as much as his son?

etc……

He suddenly remembered.

This guy always calls him brother and sister, and respects what he says. But when it comes to making decisions, he has never really heard a word from him as a consultant.

Including when formulating the entire Operation North Wind.

Although the whole plan was reported in his own name, and Grove also intended to take all the credit as his own "ingenious plan", but if you think about it carefully, this guy has always been full of opinions when it comes to him. If you agree, it will be another story when you execute it.

but……

Maybe this guy is right.

After all, Grove is still a general, and he is just a dog-headed strategist with bad ideas.

If you really follow your own arrangements, maybe something bad will happen in the end.

However, after seeing Grove's cold-blooded change of expression in an instant, he suddenly had a new understanding of this "straightforward" "old guy".

In fact, this guy is not the green-faced man he imagined at all, but a wily fox.

Perhaps he does have a sincere heart deep in his heart, and his worship of Isher is not false, and he desires from the bottom of his heart to realize equality and fraternity in this land. But when it comes time to make a decision, he There will always be no hesitation in clearly choosing the latter between ideals and reality.

Pretending and acting are like instincts engraved in his bones, becoming part of his reality.

Brother Gou didn't know if he was being too pretentious, but this guy was actually a bit scary.

Looking at the stunned bear, Grove seemed to realize that what he said was too serious. He quickly put away his cold-blooded expression, held his shoulders with both hands, and began to do his ideological work earnestly.

"Don't be naive, my friend, this is a war. How can there be no death in a war? Besides, I am just an ordinary person, and I don't have General Isher's ability to go in and out of the enemy's rear seven times. A thousand people are exchanged for one. For the survival of ten thousand people, any general would choose this way."

"I know..." Brother Gou smiled bitterly, "Maybe I'm being pretentious... It's just that they call me family, and I can't help but regard them as my family. I can't wait to trade my life for theirs." , I wish I was the one who died tonight."

He will not interfere with the command here, nor does he have the right. He just wants to express his immature views.

"Hey! You think so, why don't they think so?" Grove sighed heavily, and his tone became heavier, "We are all ready to die, not just you and me, but also the members of the 5000th Team The same goes for the boys, we are all a family... Sacrifice for the family, we should have been ready."

Those young men were obviously the first to arrive at their destination, and they should have received honors and medals.

Now, they were going to fight a decisive battle with no retreat and no reinforcements.

This will probably be a rough night for them...

General Grove took a deep breath, exhaled the turbid air in his chest, then turned and walked to the door of the command tent, wanting to enjoy the cool breeze outside.

He didn't feel comfortable making this decision.

Maybe the brothers in the alliance would think he was cold-blooded, but he hoped that he could really be a cold-blooded guy.

That might feel a lot better.

With his back to the silent bear, Grove said in a hoarse voice.

It's like saying it to yourself, but also like saying it to him alone.

"Stop it when it's good... I don't want to use this sentence in such a situation, but it is also your proverb..."

"Am i right?"

Thinking that the casualties in Tiandu were much higher than here, Brother Gou nodded silently.

"perhaps you're right."

…

In Miljans County, the gloomy night gradually turned into a bright sky.

Although the sound of artillery stopped in the middle of the night, the sound of gunfire continued throughout the night.

Everyone underestimated the resistance of the 5000th Team, including the 5000th Team itself.

The captain of ten killed the centurion and then went up, and the centurion also defeated the captain of thousands and went up with the guards.

The entire thousand-man team fought until the end. All the senior officers were dead, but only Marjorie, the captain of ten, was left.

Surrounded by the dead, he touched a piece of broken glass and quietly stepped out of the bunker to take a look at the situation outside.

The tank parked in the middle of the road was still staring at this side. The Wilantes had no intention of leaving a tail for themselves and were searching house to house.

They seemed determined to kill them all, and would rather kill them by mistake than let them go.

Thinking of those affected folks, Marjorie closed her eyes in pain.

At this time, the machine gunner next to him snorted and said with a grin.

"Sir...it's already dawn. When will our reinforcements arrive?"

"Soon." Marjorie replied randomly, staring at the other end of the street.

"Sir..."

"What, fart quickly."

"There will be no reinforcements...don't lie to me, I actually knew it from the beginning."

"..."

"Sir... I can't go back. If you can go back, please bring a message to my son."

"You tell me, I'll remember it."

"Hey...then I've said it..."

Marjorie waited for a long time, but heard no sound next to her. When she turned around, she saw that the young man with a burnt face had taken his last breath.

That was his last soldier.

Now he is dead...

A surge of hot blood surged to his forehead. Unable to hold on any longer, he hugged the brother whose body was so cold that he yelled hysterically at him.

"Say it! I'll take it back to you! Damn it, you fucking say it!!!"

The sudden roar alerted all the Wilantes who were cleaning the battlefield.

Thanks to him, a mother and daughter who were about to be executed lived a little longer.

"I will fight with you!!!"

Marjorie grabbed the rifle, her whole body seemed to be filled with strength, and she roared and launched the final charge.

At this moment, he was like a truly awakened person, or perhaps he had truly awakened to something.

Unfortunately, even the Awakened Ones cannot withstand the fire of 10mm machine gun bullets with their bodies.

"Da da da--!"

He heard the whooshing sound and felt several streams of heat entering his body.

Surprisingly, there was no heartbreaking pain.

Just like being sleepy after eating a full meal, he felt his consciousness sink, and then he fell to the ground without saying a word.

At the same time, on the tank in the middle of the road, Carver pulled the trigger, swallowed excitedly and nervously, and drew a line on the turret on the side with a marker.

"The 111th..."

This is the first battle in his life.

It went so smoothly that he couldn't believe it.

"It should be the last one." The commander sitting behind him let out a tired sigh.

The gunner who was pushed to the driver's seat glanced behind him.

"How did you know?"

The captain said casually without further explanation.

"Guess."

…

The fighting in Miljans County continued throughout the night.

Due to the enemy's stubborn resistance, they delayed for too long on the last building.

It was a repair shop built by the logistics force.

The garage of the factory was used as a warehouse by this group of Borneos, and a lot of stolen goods were piled up.

In order to minimize damage to local infrastructure, their commanders prohibited them from bombarding factories with main guns, and could only use tanks' coaxial machine guns for support.

But it doesn't really make any difference whether you use the main gun or not.

These Bornas have a strong will to fight, but little else.

The casualties in the entire battle were less than a hundred, but more than 1,000 Borneo soldiers were annihilated.

Gibson has little appreciation for the numbers.

Different types of battles have different battle ratios, and he can feel that the troops here have never fought any large-scale battles, and they are different from the troops in the north.

By the way, both figures are nothing compared to the civilian casualties in Miljans County.

But it doesn’t matter.

Giving the locals a harsh lesson was an order personally deployed by General Gulion.

According to the report of the local garrison, the reason why the guerrillas were able to enter their hinterland so smoothly was largely due to the intelligence support of the locals.

In the original words of General Gulion, the locals here must remember this bloody lesson with their bodies.

Seeing that the battle finally came to an end, the adjutant who had been worried all night finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"...Your Majesty, Marshal, the fight is finally over."

Gibson moved a bench and sat next to the command vehicle, opened a bottle of beer, glanced at him, and said with a grin.

"You seem anxious."

The adjutant said with a wry smile.

"Aren't you anxious? What if they send the main force to support us?"

Gibson chuckled.

"They can plan such a masterstroke as 'Operation North Wind'. The commander must be no ordinary person... According to the intelligence, his name is Grove, right? I hope I can meet this guy if I have a chance."

Adjutant: "Well, does this have anything to do with what I'm talking about?"

"It's not a big deal. Since their commander is not an idle person, he will definitely consider why we sent an elite armored force to boldly move forward..."

Gibson took a sip of beer and continued in a nonchalant tone.

"His choice is obvious. Instead of betting on the 1% probability, it is better to 'take it as soon as it is good'."

But let's be honest, the guys who fought him all night were heroes.

He originally thought that the local troops had little combat experience, and Shah Rukh was a softie who dared to declare that he did not dare to fight. This group of people would be defeated if they ran into his light armored troops for at most one or two hours, but he did not expect that they would Surprisingly, the fight was fought to the last man, and not a single coward surrendered.

Even the last softie has turned into a tough guy. This bone is getting harder and harder to crack...

Gibson opened another can of beer, but instead of drinking it this time, he spilled it on the ground.

"In your next life, give birth to a good child. Don't come here anymore."

Don’t be a Vaillante either.

He recited the second half of the sentence silently in his mind and threw the empty wine bottle aside with a smile.

At this time, a soldier trotted over, stood at attention, made a military salute and said.

"Report! Our patrol team found a village nearby, which contained our lost weapons and equipment. The local villagers explained that they were dropped by the retreating troops."

"You guessed it right."

The adjutant looked at Gibson excitedly and finally wiped away the last sweat from his palms.

The other party did not come for reinforcements!

Even if their large army is indeed on the way, they will have to leave tomorrow when they get here.

If this bet is wrong, even if they successfully break out, they will probably leave in disgrace.

Gibson was not surprised at all, but gave the soldier who came to report a sidelong glance.

"You asked that villager where he got the supplies and what he was doing."

The soldier was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the officer meant.

Gibson grabbed the unfinished bottle of wine, took a big gulp, and curled his lips in boredom.

"Who do you think you are, coming to the countryside to help the poor? Listen up, rookie, there can only be one reason why those rats hid their stolen belongings in the mouse hole you found. They live in that mouse hole. Relatives, they can get back the things stored there next time they go there.”

"Now, I'll tell you what to do. First, forget all the shit you learned in boot camp and on recruitment ads. Then go find a tank and pay them off."

"Other rats should know what happens when you cooperate with guerrillas. Want to apologize? Remember to do it early next time."

Facing those stern eyes, the soldier's Adam's apple moved and he hurriedly performed a military salute.

"yes!"

At the same time, on the other side, Carver, standing next to the tank, told the logistics officer who was counting casualties his record of "111 kills" with excitement.

Hearing that this rookie actually killed more than a hundred people, the logistics officer looked at the slightly older-looking commander with a strange expression.

The latter nodded and said indifferently.

"There's nothing surprising about this. We were the first to attack, and the enemy didn't have time to dig trenches. We killed a lot of them just with artillery in the first two rounds."

"Okay, I hope the number of enemy annihilations we count is not so outrageous that we can assemble a team of ten thousand people."

In the end, the logistics officer did not bother, filled in the numbers truthfully, and then walked to the next tank.

It doesn't matter if the quote is a bit high, everyone is doing this kind of thing anyway.

The gunner looked at the logistics officer's leaving figure with envy, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Damn it...Carver, get back in the driver's seat. I'll be the one to fuck you next time."

Caffrey said with a smile.

"Whatever, but I suddenly discovered that I'm quite talented in sex."

The gunner laughed and cursed.

"You're talking nonsense. I'll show you what it means to be professional next time!"

Carver smiled and did not argue with the grandson.

He was in a good mood.

After coming here, I finally found some feeling.

Bullying civilians in Yongye Port is not a hero, let alone facing his own compatriots.

Sure enough, the battlefield is his destination.

At this moment, a soldier from a distance ran over and gave a military salute to his commander.

Putting down the kettle in his hand, the commander raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Are you on a mission?"

The soldier nodded hastily.

"A large amount of our lost supplies were found in a village six kilometers to the north."

The commander nodded seriously.

"I see."

As he spoke, he reached out and patted the car casing, and shouted to the young men who were eating biscuits.

"Get in the car!" (End of chapter)