This Game Is Too Realistic

General Headquarters of the Army of the South.

A burly figure stood in front of the command table, his deep pupils staring intently at the sand table with light blue particles floating on the command table.

Under his personally deployed command, the entire province of Batoya and even the northern shore of the Whirlpool Sea have been connected into a chessboard.

And as the "death agent" virus continues to ferment, this game of chess has entered the final stage.

At this moment, on the neat chessboard, the flag marking the 1.17 millionth team has been marked with the gray color symbolizing the rebels.

The chess pieces with the least determination have already been eliminated first, and what is besieging them at this moment is the 100,000th Army of the Servant Army and the "Iron Crossbow" quick reaction force.

At this time, a light blue figure appeared next to the command table, and an ordinary-looking man nodded slightly.

That man was one of the chess pieces on the chessboard, Hines, the commander of the "Iron Crossbow" rapid reaction force.

Looking at his confidant, Tyr asked expressionlessly.

"What was the reaction from Triumph City?"

Hines reported respectfully.

"No action at the moment."

No action…

When he heard this answer, a hint of surprise flashed in Tier's eyes, and his expression gradually became serious.

He left the sand table, walked back and forth in front of the bookshelf on the side, and then turned his gaze back to the sand table, his brows knitted deeply.

There are only two possibilities.

Either Triumph City is falling into internal chaos and unable to extricate itself, or his opponent is more difficult than imagined.

This duel has been ongoing, and for the first time, he felt troubled.

Through the light blue light particles floating on the sand table, he seemed to see his opponent.

He was a man who showed no emotion or anger, just like an experienced hunter, indifferent to the provocation of his prey.

The hunting bow is hidden under the shadow of the cloak, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time!

He could feel that the curled index finger had tightened the bow string, but he could not see the edge hidden in it.

And this is the most dangerous thing...

"...Why haven't you taken action yet?"

As he muttered something silently, Tier felt a rare irritation in his heart.

In the past month, most of the population of the province of Batoya has been gathered to the north. The various ports are almost at full capacity to deliver refugees to the north, but they still have not penetrated the twenty isolation zones set up by Triumph City. …

But now, the troops on his side have shown signs of mutiny.

Maybe he should hold on a little longer. After all, the effect of force is reciprocal, and the other party should also be under tremendous pressure.

However, there are not many "bullets" available.

"What's the situation with the 1.17 millionth team?"

Hines, who was waiting aside, was distracted when he heard Tire's voice and immediately came back to his senses and replied.

"The rebels are still holding on, and the battle situation is getting tense... Without the support of heavy equipment, it is still difficult to eat them with only the servant army."

Tyr thought for a moment and then spoke.

"I will give you the 1,000-man artillery team under the 1.2 millionth man team, but don't use it yet. Let the servant army grind on the position for a while, and try to force Triumph City to take the lead."

"Yes!" Heins hesitated for a moment after hearing this, but still nodded and accepted the task.

At the same time, on the northern shore of the province of Batoya, the sound of gunfire was heard fiercely.

The tracers drawn by the bullets flew in the sky like catkins, and the thick smoke formed an airtight wall.

"Come forward!! Kill all these traitors for me! Cut off their heads!"

Looking at the rock-hard position in front of him, Moore's eyes were red, he grabbed the communicator and roared hysterically.

The same was true across from him. The young adjutant Perfica immediately deployed defenses after taking over the command of the 1.17 millionth unit, and repelled the 100,000th unit of the servant army through a ladder-like firepower network one after another. Round of charge.

"brothers!!!"

"Tyr, the dog-sun, drove the children of Marshal Julius into the sea. This demon in human skin has betrayed the Marshal and the people of Valant!"

"Those who die today are your neighbors, and those who die tomorrow will be your children, your parents!"

"We will never leave the hundreds of thousands of survivors in the camp into their hands! Never-!"

Although the fight between the same roommates was heartbreaking, it was comforting to know that Tyr, who had a secret in his heart, did not dare to bring in the regular army to quell the rebellion. Instead, he let the servant army do the dirty work.

They will not show mercy to foreigners.

Of course, the same goes for the opposite side.

In order to prove their own worth, in order to climb to a higher position like the pangolin, Moore and his subordinates were also red-eyed, and launched one round after another like hungry wolves towards the position of the 1.17 millionth team. A round of onslaught.

The beaches of the entire province of Batoya were turned into millstones of human flesh, with thick blood staining almost every inch of soil and sand red.

However, what is speechless is that this is not a battle where the Southern Legion counterattacks the Alliance to land on the beach. It does not even take place between the Southern Wind Legion and Triumph City.

An out-of-control fire soared into the sky, engulfing everyone trapped in it, and grew stronger and stronger.

And what burned in that raging fire was not only the flesh and blood of the Wilantes, but also their collapsed spirits.

It's not just the Valeantians among them.

There are also those alien races that surrender to them.

Looking at the position that could not be conquered for a long time and the subordinates who suffered heavy casualties, Moore's pupils were wide and bloodshot, and the ambition burning in his heart could not help but flashed with hesitation for a moment.

He always felt that his chance to rise to power had come, but now it seemed that was not the case.

He grabbed the communicator, contacted Captain Haines who ordered him to attack, and roared at the top of his voice.

"My men have suffered heavy casualties and we need artillery support! Otherwise we cannot continue the attack!"

The fierce fighting lasted all night.

Until the sky lit up with a flash of white, the sound of artillery that Moore had been waiting for finally sounded at dawn.

However, to his disappointment, those shells missed without exception, either falling into the sea or hitting a deserted beach.

Due to heavy casualties, he finally ordered a halt to the attack.

As the offensive of the 100,000th Regiment stalled, the soldiers of the 1.170,000th Regiment who were preparing for the sea finally got a chance to breathe and defended the crumbling position and the hundreds of thousands of survivors in the camp.

At the same time, towering shadows appeared on the sea level in the distance.

Pafica, who served as the temporary commander of the 1.17 millionth unit, looked at the sea in the distance, and hope finally lit up in his pupils.

It's reinforcements!

The compatriots in Triumph City did not abandon him, and the consul did not lie to them!

He stood up from the trench and shouted into the communicator in his hand.

"Brothers! The boat to take us home is here! Hold on!!!"

…

As the Federation's fleet advanced into the Whirlpool Sea, the battle situation on the northern coast of Batoya Province also reversed in an instant.

The majestic figures stood on the rough sea, like moving steel fortresses.

Even if they did nothing, the thick and long barrels themselves were an invisible deterrent, shocking the soldiers of the 100,000th Servant Army.

Looking at the battleships appearing on the sea level, Moore was completely dumbfounded and was at a loss for a moment.

He was not the only one who was dumbfounded, but also Hines, the commander of the "Iron Cross" quick reaction force, and Tire, who was strategizing in Yavent City.

Especially the latter. After learning that the Federation of the New World had joined the war, he froze in front of the command table and didn't say a word for a long time.

The New World had just declared its independence, so logically speaking, it and Triumph City should be on guard against each other.

At least that's how it should be officially.

However, he never expected that the governor of Triumph City would actually pull these "traitors" into his camp, and that these guys who were always only interested in profit would actually agree!

How did that guy convince them?

Tyr was completely dumbfounded.

At the same time, Captain Kirkman, the flagship of the Federation fleet, was standing at the bow of the ship, holding a telescope and looking towards the coastline.

The diffuse smoke obscured his vision, allowing him to only see clearly the area near the dock.

But even so, this messy picture still deeply shocked him.

"Rodrick, do you remember what the province of Batoya used to be like?"

The adjutant standing nearby shrugged slightly.

"Who knows, I've never been there...and besides, is that kind of thing even important?"

Kirk grinned.

"makes sense……"

No matter what the province of Batoya looked like before, it has now become a complete hell on earth.

Prior to this, the province of Batoya, as the first "overseas" land that Marshal Julius personally conquered, had been regarded by countless Willant people as the place that was expected to end the Wasteland Era first.

For a long time, the Southern Legion was indeed ahead of several other forces within the Legion.

In a sense, their existence has also foreshadowed the almost inevitable future of the legion——

After reaching the extreme point of madness, it leads to final destruction.

…

While Kirk was looking at the shore, the people on the shore were also looking in his direction.

One after another figures came out of the black smoke and moved closer to the dock.

Most of those people are old people, children and women.

Even though they were on the battlefield, they still lined up in a neat line, quietly waiting for the ship to pick them up.

"The water in front is too shallow and we can't get close." Looking at the faces on the shore, the adjutant named Roderick frowned and said.

Kirk smiled lightly when he heard this and turned the telescope to the north.

"Don't worry, we're not the only ones here."

Roderick looked up subconsciously and saw tiny black spots appearing in the direction of Valante Province.

He took out his telescope and looked towards the sea level, only to see ships of various sizes heading in their direction.

Among them, the large ones include ferries that are tens of meters long, and the small ones include fishing boats that are only a few steps wide. They are connected together on the sea.

In front of the Federation fleet, these small boats are like ants next to an elephant, but they are more than enough to transport people on the shore to the warships.

These ships were previously recruited from the civilian population by the Southern Army and used to transport refugees to the Weiland Province.

Now more than a month has passed, and the construction of the isolation zone in the southern part of Weiland Province has been completed. The original materials from the Northern Empire and the Eastern Empire are enough for Triumph City to feed the millions of new people.

Not only that, the first refugees to land have been able to leave the quarantine area, and all parties, including the Alliance, have expressed their willingness to share part of the pressure of the influx of refugees for Triumph City and take over the refugees flowing out of the province of Batoya.

According to the wishes of the refugees themselves, some of them will leave the province of Weiland and go to the New World, or cross the ocean to the provinces of Baiyue and Haiya in the east of Middle-earth.

So far, the influx and outflow of people in the quarantine area have been able to achieve a dynamic balance.

The City of Triumph no longer needs to control the inflow rate of refugees from the province of Batoya, and can even be freed up to actively help the Southern Legion move the displaced survivors.

On the other hand, the Southern Army's "Decisive Mission" plan launched at all costs has completely declared bankruptcy.

With the unity of the people in Triumph City, the "death agent" was firmly controlled in the quarantine area.

Even if researchers from the academy and the alliance have not yet developed reliable specific drugs and vaccines, the old and weak women and children infected by the "death agent" can no longer function as bullets for the Southern Army.

In fact, from the moment the "Death Agent" was controlled by Triumph City, the Southern Legion had already lost the war.

Soon as the incubation period passes and the peak period of illness arrives, they will have to swallow the bitter pill they brewed...

…

With the help of those small boats, hundreds of thousands of survivors stranded on the north coast of the province of Batoya were finally able to escape and board the ship that came from the New World to pick them up.

Awed by the pressure from the battleships, Moore weighed the pros and cons and finally did not order his men to continue the attack, and Captain Heins, who was supervising the battle from behind, did not urge him.

These refugees were originally meant to be sent north.

Now that the other party has taken the initiative to send a ship to pick up people, it has played into their hands.

However, he didn't know that this orderly retreat was actually not what the commander of Tire Army wanted to see...

On the other side, on the north shore of the Whirlpool Sea, in the isolation zone in the southern part of the Weiland Province, clean and neat tents were located in an open space not far from the beach.

More than a month ago this place was still a wasteland, but now it feels surprisingly prosperous.

Nearly 300,000 survivors live here, divided into large and small communities in units of 10,000 people.

There are hospitals, canteens, police stations, and even temporary classrooms and resident activity centers in the community.

Although the facilities here look a bit crude, everything is operated in an orderly manner.

There are nineteen other similar quarantine zones along the coast, with varying numbers of people admitted.

The isolation area with the highest number has no new patients and is allowed to leave the isolation area.

Everyone packed their luggage and cleaned the tents they had lived in, and headed to the road outside the quarantine area to wait for the bus that would pick them up around Triumph City.

After they leave, the survivors who have just arrived from the province of Batoya will live in the tents where they once lived, waiting for medical personnel who are already familiar with the business to perform physical examinations on them.

Since more than a month has passed since the "killing agent" outbreak, some sick patients have already appeared among the newly landed refugees.

Most of them were weak, unconscious, and even showed signs of organ failure.

Fortunately, these people boarded a serious ship.

If they had gone across the sea on rafts tied with ropes, they would not even have a one-ten-thousandth chance of survival.

For those patients who had entered the disease stage, the medical staff in Triumph City injected them with inhibitors researched by the alliance, which stabilized their condition and prevented their physical condition from deteriorating further.

As hundreds of thousands of civilians have safely landed ashore, the soldiers of the 1.17 millionth team sitting on the last boat also stepped onto the port one after another.

Not far from the deep-water port, an open-top off-road vehicle was parked on the side of the road.

Sitting in the car was the general of the Eastern Empire.

Looking in the direction of the deep water port, his eyes narrowed slightly, with an intriguing smile on his face.

He has two tasks at hand.

One is naturally to support the City of Triumph in rescuing the compatriots in the province of Batoya, and the other is to observe the situation along the Whirlpool Sea and judge how long the Southern Legion can last.

The commander of the Saren Legion is full of interest in the legacy of the Southern Legion, and this does not conflict with their support of the Triumph City.

In fact, it is interesting to say.

There has been no contact between the Eastern Legion and the Western Legion for half a century, and the first close cooperation in this half century actually happened after the legion was disbanded.

But this is also what makes him most gratified.

Although they have been in harmony with each other for nearly a century, at least there is no disagreement on the matter of saving their compatriots.

Even the most unsociable Northern Legion sent three teams of 10,000 people and supplies of millions of people this time to help Triumph City maintain order in the quarantine area and tide over the difficulties.

This unity was unprecedented in the years following the disappearance of Marshal Julius.

"Tir is finished." The general sitting in the car smiled and added with squinted eyes, "And it is completely finished."

The adjutant sitting next to him gave him a surprised look.

"How did you see that?"

The general sitting in the back seat smiled and said in a casual tone.

"See those boys? I have no doubt that if you throw a gun at them, they'll pick it up and go back to their Tyr to settle the score without a word."

Not even just the boys, but the civilians who were stranded in the quarantine zone, and everyone who came from all over the world to lend a helping hand to them.

These men will tear Tyr to pieces.

Just like when they faced the Torch Church, all differences are no longer important when facing the common enemy. In other words, the most important thing is to completely cut off the two cancers of the Southern Legion and Tire.

When he said this, the general paused for a moment, and then continued in a half-joking tone.

"Besides, that idiot's opponent is Julius. How can he have a chance to win?"

The adjutant was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face turned into astonishment.

"Julius...but, hasn't that gentleman passed away?"

"Whoever can unite the people of Wilant is Marshal Julius."

The general raised his index finger to straighten the brim of his hat, with a faint smile on his face.

"He did leave."

"But it's back again."