This Game Is Too Realistic

The silent front line is filled with silent chills, and the trenches engraved on the ground are like unsheathed swords.

It only took the Alliance five days to surround the city of Avent with trenches and cut off all possible tunnels to the outside world.

The soldiers of the Southern Legion standing on the front line saw with their own eyes that engineering equipment with caterpillar tracks on both sides, carrying a drill bit half a man high, dug in amidst the roar of the earth shaking and the mountains shook, and the trenches were destroyed like shit under their eyes. "Pulled" out.

Now the Alliance soldiers have taken up positions one after another, and the sound of cannons that sound from time to time is like an increasingly rapid drumbeat.

Not surprisingly……

This is the final battle.

There was no fear or fear in Quincy's heart, and there was even a hint of relief.

About half a year ago, his 340,000th unit was defeated by the Skeleton Corps near Ridpur County, Lion State, Borneo, and his nightmare started from that moment.

First, the frontline soldiers of the 360,000th Army were humiliated, and then the staff of the Saifan Port Logistics Office rolled their eyes.

Even if he fought to the last moment, even if he wanted to explain that the opponents he was fighting were not Borneos but volunteers of the Alliance, in the eyes of his compatriots, he still could not take off the hat of a coward and was still a Willan. His face was completely disgraced.

When he went to Yongye Port with the letter of discharge from injury, the compatriots there even laughed at him and asked him why he didn't die.

The young men of the entire Southern Legion rushed to the front line with loyalty and fanaticism, but he was out of tune with his surroundings, like a rebel standing on the highway.

Later, he moved to a sanatorium on the outskirts of the province of Batoya to recuperate, staying with other wounded who had retreated from the front line.

Although there are some lunatics in the nursing home who have seizures from time to time, the vast majority of people lie quietly on their beds, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

It was only then that he felt some peace after being kicked around like a ball.

Although it didn't take him long to realize that it wasn't peace.

But forget.

It wasn't just Tyr who had forgotten them.

Almost everyone in the entire Southern Legion participated in this criminal conspiracy, tacitly excluding these "losers" to the margins of society.

They are like bagasse rolled out of a juicer, thrown into a trash can covered with white plastic bags, and slowly rotting in a corner where no one can see it.

But the irony is that just when he was about to accept his fate for the rest of his life, those who abandoned him dug him out of the trash can and awarded him the Centurion's Medal.

The Southern Army was at the end of its rope.

What has been burned once, they must burn again.

Quincy had nothing else on his mind and just loaded the rifle silently.

Hurry up——

End this ordeal!

The artillery fire, covered with rain and dew, finally came closer. The roaring explosions and the billowing smoke made the rookies behind the bunker change their faces invariably.

There are also people who were so scared that they peed their pants.

At this moment, a hoarse roar came out from the intermittent broadcast.

"Fighters! Behind us is the city of Aventre!"

"Your parents, your children, your loved ones live there!"

"Our enemies want to wipe us off this planet! We can't let them succeed!"

"What we have to defend today is not only the glory of the legion! But also the glory of Marshal Julius! The dignity of the people of Willant!"

"Fight! Descendants of Julius! Let them open their eyes and take a good look. The Valantians are invincible!"

The eyes of the young men who were so frightened that they peed their pants were rekindled with fighting spirit. The old man over fifty also stretched out his hand tremblingly and painfully picked up the gun leaning against the bunker.

Quincy's heart was unmoved.

He has heard similar words too many times, and has long been numb to these inspiring words.

Suddenly, he suddenly had a strange idea.

perhaps--

The survivors of Avent City had said similar things back then.

History is like a circle that unknowingly comes full circle.

"Ready to fight--!"

Almost at the same time as the hoarse roar sounded, a shell landed next to the bunker not far from Quincy.

The two rookies who plucked up the courage to step out of the bunker and open fire because of the commander's words were blown up and flew backwards like kites with broken strings.

"Hidden! Stay in the bunker! Wait until they get close and then fight!"

Quincy stared at the group of frightened recruits with red eyes, and a roar made them retreat into the bunker again.

The shells fell one after another, washing their position from head to toe.

At the same time, dozens of bulldozers started their engines, using huge buckets to hold stacks of sandbags piled into hills, and pushed towards the defense line on the edge of Yavent City.

Quincy's pupils shrank sharply as he observed the alliance's position through the gap in the bunker. Apparently he didn't expect that this thing could play like this.

An anti-tank infantryman set up a Panzerfaust rocket launcher and pulled the trigger on one of the bulldozers.

The speeding rocket hit the shield-like sandbag wall without hesitation, but only exploded a string of orange-red sparks without causing even a single ripple.

This armor-piercing bullet, which uses metal jets to kill targets, is miraculous against hard armor, but there is nothing you can do about it when it hits a sandbag.

The tanks of the Southern Army had finished fighting, and almost only infantry and light armor were left in the entire city of Avente. Faced with this contemptuous fighting style, the officers of the Southern Army almost had no temper at all.

The soldiers of the Death Corps stepped out of the trenches one after another, picked up their rifles and followed these cheap and easy-to-use bulldozers.

On the other side, the armored formation of the Skeleton Corps also launched an attack!

Chimera armored vehicles pulled a milky white smoke screen and rushed to the front of the battle, firing their 37mm rapid-fire cannons at the bunkers in the city.

Lines of orange tracers danced on the ground, suppressing the thousands-man team stationed at the edge of the city.

Following the frontal advance, the bulldozer finally approached the edge of the position, and the leading edge rowed through the water and shouted loudly at the communication channel.

"For the Alliance!"

"Ouch!"

The sound of charging horns and shouts of killing resounded. Nearly a thousand players of the Death Corps rushed out of the bunker almost at the same time and launched a charge towards the nearby Southern Legion position.

The distance between the two sides is less than ten steps!

Faced with the gradually forming cross firepower, the bunker of one wall has lost its effect.

But it doesn’t matter——

Hand-to-hand street fighting is what the Death Corps is best at!

Almost at the same time that the Death Corps launched their charge, the machine guns on the Weilant position also rang out.

Facing the alliance's suppressive firepower, they have been dormant under the ruins for a long time, and now it's finally time to come out.

The deadly tracers were like catkins blown by the wind, rushing towards the Death Corps against the noisy artillery fire, harvesting several heads in just a few breaths.

However, in just a few breaths, the Alliance's artillery shells landed near the machine gun bunkers as if they had eyes.

The roar of explosions and billowing smoke came one after another, and the flickering light of fire almost stuck to the edge of our own military line, lifting those machine gun bunkers and nearby concrete bunkers into the sky.

The new recruits of the Southern Legion were stunned, while the veterans were dumbfounded.

Including Quincy——

Looking at the Union soldiers charging at the edge of the artillery fire, his face was filled with expressions of disbelief.

These guys...

Aren't they afraid of death? !

This is indeed the case.

Those soldiers wearing gas masks and bulletproof armor rushed forward to face the hail of bullets from the Southern Army as if they were not afraid of death.

First line of defense contact!

The Union soldiers who rushed into the concrete ruins immediately started a hand-to-hand fight with the Southern Legion soldiers hiding behind the shooting bunkers!

Gunshots rang out one after another, including the roar of shotguns, and the sounds of submachine guns and rifles firing.

A soldier wearing a gas mask was beaten into a sieve by a machine gun, but before he fell to the ground, another soldier wearing a gas mask rushed up and smashed the machine gunner's head with a shotgun.

The entire battlefield is in chaos!

Blood and brains flew everywhere, hanging on the shattered concrete position.

Even Tyr's most fanatical soldiers were frightened at this moment.

It’s like they can’t finish killing these guys!

Under the fierce attack of the Death Corps, a gap was quickly torn open in the first line of defense.

Without a trace of hesitation, Mole, who was skimming the formation in the distance, seized the opportunity to attack and immediately issued the order to attack.

Thirty Chimera armored vehicles covering twelve tanks were like a dagger forged from steel, thrust in along the wounds opened by the Death Corps.

"Hahaha! Die!"

The gunner squatting in the Chimera armored vehicle pulled the trigger, and dozens of 37mm armor-piercing incendiary bombs wiped out an entire ten-man team hiding behind the bunker in just an instant!

The burnt smell of barbecue wafted from the tunnel covered with broken bricks, and there were black corpses lying on the ground.

Lying among the dead, the soldiers of the Southern Legion raised their rocket launchers and tried to fight back. However, they were unable to penetrate the Chimera's armor because they were stuck at a safe distance. Instead, they were shot in the head by the infantry following the armored body.

Facing the armored troops that rushed into their faces, the soldiers of the Southern Legion who were still resisting fell into despair and either launched a suicidal charge or dropped their weapons and fled to the rear.

The entire battle quickly went from intense to one-sided, and the sound of artillery fire in the distance gradually stopped.

It took the two player regiments less than half an hour to capture the main southern entrance to the city of Avente, and wiped out the three thousand-man troops guarding the place.

He gathered the captured prisoners into a relatively open space by paddling along the edge of the water, and then directed the remaining brothers to use sandbags on the bulldozer to build a simple defensive position to guard against the soldiers of the Southern Legion who had retreated to the rear and regrouped to kill again. return.

However, this possibility is actually unlikely.

Judging from the equipment captured on the frontline positions, the weapons and ammunition of these three thousand-man teams combined cannot keep up with the city defense army of Yongye Port, and the quality of the soldiers is not to mention. Many of them were even sent to the front line. Making up the numbers.

If it were changed half a year ago, this kind of tough battle would have taken half a day before the outcome could be determined.

After a brief interrogation of the prisoner, he walked to Brother Mole's side and shared the information obtained from the prisoner with the former.

"...The one we fought just now was the 2,000,000th Troop of the Home Defense Force.

"Baldwin?" A look of surprise appeared on Mole's face, "That name sounds familiar."

Edge Paddling said with a smile.

"The 370,000th Regiment in the Borneo War Zone won a great victory in Akale County. We captured Wolf of the 360,000th Regiment and let the 370,000th Regiment who came for reinforcements run away... Do you still remember? He’s an old acquaintance.”

After hearing about the great victory in Akale County, Mole finally remembered the name and showed a surprised expression.

"Oh, I remember...a hammer! Gan! I must have been waiting for resurrection when you were fighting that battle!"

At that time, it seemed that the war criminal named Wolf led the 360,000th team to pick up his head.

But this guy didn't end well. He is currently serving his sentence in the prisoner of war camp in Golden Gallen Harbor.

"Haha." The edge of the water smiled heartily, "It seems to be true!"

That battle was regarded as a turning point in the Borneo war zone and the first battle of the Death Corps in the Borneo war zone.

At that time, the "Survivor Daily" of Kinggallon Port spent three full pages describing the entire battle. At the bend of the river, corpses were everywhere and blood flowed into the river, killed by both sides!

It was at that time that he met Isher...

Thinking of the deceased friend, I could no longer smile, and the raised corners of my mouth fell unconsciously.

While walking along the way, some people suddenly disappeared.

"...It's already the final battle. I thought they would come up with some new tricks."

After glancing at the edge of his smile, Mole could probably guess who he was probably thinking of, so he wisely changed the topic.

"What new tricks can there be? If they really had that thing, they should have come up with it long ago."

Portable anti-tank missiles with tracking capabilities may count as one.

Relying on that thing, the Southern Army successfully destroyed two of their Panzer III tanks.

But so what?

Total war is a collision between systems. It is difficult for one or two pieces of equipment or one or two strongmen to affect the direction of the war.

Even strategic-level weapons of destruction such as "dead agent" cannot do it.

Edge Paddling said with some unwillingness to give up.

"But isn't this the case in most games? The strongest ones are at the back..."

The fugitive mole in the canyon made a helpless expression.

"You also said it was a normal game."

RTS games are not.

This includes strategy, management, and farming games.

Such as "Civilization 6".

Once the player takes the lead in clicking the nuclear bomb, if it were not for the purpose of obtaining achievements, pursuing cultural victory and flying into the sky, the game would basically be over.

The snowball that was rolled out through hard work in the early stage will inevitably become a curse that shortens the game time in the later stage. The optimal solution can only be opened again... and this is also a curse that no strategy game can escape.

But it’s quite interesting to watch the snowball get bigger little by little. If the snowball is as big as a booger no matter how you rub it, what’s the point of all the ups and downs they’ve experienced along the way?

"Well... right now I want to see what it's like five light years away, and I want to see if A Guang has baked this cake."

Edge scratched the back of his head.

"What I'm more worried about now is whether there will be a public beta."

Mole said with a smile.

"Haha, is there any difference? The Wasteland Era is coming to an end."

The only remaining legion among the torn apart armies was the Southern Legion, a stubborn donkey living in the old times. From now on, there should be no opponent that can make the Alliance use its full strength.

Eastern Empire? New Commonwealth?

Consider it a competitor.

Borneo?

By the time they finish killing enough in the battle royale game, they don’t even know it will be decades later.

Of course, if Aguang wanted to finish the job at this time, he could also change the name of the game to "Starry Sky OL" or "New Era OL" and do another round of closed beta testing.

But what is that guy trying so hard for?

To this day, he still doesn't know which mysterious company developed this game. Or maybe it is, as the rumors say, a blind box given to human civilization by a higher civilization.

Maybe Aguang...

In fact, it doesn’t exist?

This strange idea suddenly appeared in Mole's mind, and he suddenly wanted to draw a notebook.

It had been a long time since he had painted, and his hands were rusty.

Just when the two old guys were lamenting that time flies so fast and they were about to clear the level and still didn’t know what happened to Crow Crow and the mutated leech that day, Irena, who had finished cleaning the battlefield, was about to go to the mobile save point to lie down. A corpse.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a familiar face among the prisoners squatting on the ground and couldn't help but stop.

Looking at the gray-faced young man, he greeted.

"Hey, have I seen you somewhere?"

Quincy, who was squatting on the ground, raised his head and looked at Irena blankly, obviously also stunned.

Gradually, his expression changed.

"You...you are..."

"Oh, I remember," Irena said with a mischievous smile on her face and made a shooting motion with her hand, "You were the rookie of the 340,000th team that day..."

It seems to be fate that at that time it was near the railway station on the northwest side of Ridpur County.

The entire Skeleton Corps had been killed from full strength until he was the last one left, and the same was true for the 340,000th team they fought against, with only one living person left.

Since the strategic goal had been achieved, it didn't matter whether he killed this guy or not. Irena let him go for the sake of fate, but she didn't expect to meet him again.

Quincy was completely dumbfounded, looking at him with an incomprehensible expression.

The look seemed to ask why.

"……you are still alive?"

He saw with his own eyes that the rocket launchers of the 360,000th team covered the entire position!

The scorching temperature turned even the steel into molten iron!

How could this guy still be alive? !

Irena did not answer his question, she just held her chin and muttered to herself.

"Living... Well, this is a very interesting question. It is said that only after death can there be life, so can people who cannot die be considered truly alive? This question has actually troubled me for a long time. I have no idea about 'this world'. What exactly is that, a foodie?”

After thinking for a long time, he still had no answer. He knelt down, smiled and patted the young man on the shoulder.

"Why don't you think about it for us? Anyway, when we get to the new era, you will have a lot of time to do this."

Quincy looked at him blankly, then nodded slowly after a moment.

He had indeed heard rumors about the Alliance using clones to fight before, but he had never seen such smart clones.

Seeing how obedient this NPC was, Irena smiled and put a piece of candy in his hand.

"Just think of it as a deposit in advance. No need to thank me, I got it from Brother Big Eyes... Hahaha!"

After saying that, he smiled and waved, put the rifle on his shoulder, and walked away humming a tune.

A crack had been cracked in the strong fortress, and the approaching sound of cannons gave the survivors huddled under the ruins the hope of ending it all.

At the same time, a massive landing operation was also underway in the north of Batoya Province.

The 1.17 millionth team, which had been forced to defect to Wilante Province a few months ago because they refused to fire on their compatriots, came back in a landing craft under the leadership of Captain Pafica Wan.

Looking at the warships lined up on the sea, Captain Mulvan, who led the 100,000th Servant Army, had despair written all over his face.

That's the fleet of the South China Sea Alliance!

Just as he was hesitating, thick and long naval guns and cruise missiles were already attacking his position.

The roaring artillery fire tore the beach bunker into pieces, and the 1.17 millionth team boarded the place where they had escaped again!

In addition to infantry, those who washed up on the beach also included "Alligator" amphibious armored vehicles produced from the North Island of the South China Sea Alliance, and "Sea Lion" power armor using deuterium and tritium fusion reactors!

Facing this torrent of steel that crashed ashore along the waves, the 100,000th team almost collapsed at the first touch. They were washed to pieces without even being able to mount an effective resistance.

At the same time, impassioned roars echoed in the communication channel of the 1.17 millionth team.

"For the glory of Marshal Julius!"

"For the glory of the Velantans!"

"For liberation!"

"Let us save our compatriots from hell! Crush these rats!"

Now that the Vaillant Alliance has withstood the refugee offensive launched by the Southern Legion, and the Alliance from the East has also arrived at the city of Avent, they no longer need to resort to war.

The Archon of Triumph City "Pangolin" stood on the steps of the House of Glory and gave a speech, condemning Tire for a series of crimes including concocting the Sisail Harbor massacre and treating civilians as bullets, etc., and announced on behalf of the Willant Alliance against Tire and His followers start a war!

Only the 1.17 millionth team landed first, and soon another 200,000 teams will rush to the front line!

Unable to withstand the ferocious offensive, Moore could only retreat towards the direction of Yavent City.

The troops of the Weiland Alliance are advancing southward with overwhelming force, echoing the alliance that has already invaded the outskirts of Yavent City!

Not just the ground—

The encirclement and suppression of the Southern Legion's steel airships is also continuing.

With the help of the academy, the Alliance successfully loaded the phaser cannon onto the train. Faced with an irreversible defeat, ten of the Southern Legion's twenty remaining airships had already defected.

Half of them joined the Eastern Empire, while the rest defected to Triumph City.

Today, Tire is like a tiger whose teeth have been pulled out and locked in a cage. There is no chance of a comeback.

Even the "killing agent" he regarded as his trump card has now been suppressed to death in the southern part of the Valeant province by physical isolation methods, turning it into a joke worse than Lowell's clay soil.

The last trump card of the Southern Army was also played out by him.

No one can accompany him to charge again...