This Game Is Too Realistic

There was a continuous sound of gunfire from the east.

Looking up at the "flame" that kept flickering in the night sky, Yan Ya stood next to a raft and murmured to himself.

"...Isn't the fight finished yet?"

Could it be that something went wrong?

Just when he was distracted, a raft floated over from the east alley.

Seeing that the man standing on the raft was the captain of his command, Yanya's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

The raft reached the shore.

Before the confidant who got off the raft could stand still, Yan Ya grabbed his shoulders and asked eagerly.

"How's it going? Who's winning?"

"The new alliance has won... they have occupied the headquarters." The captain replied immediately.

"Where is Jinya?" Yanya continued to ask, "Where are the others? Have they been caught?"

The husband-in-law swallowed.

"died!"

Yanya: "Are you sure?!"

The husband-in-law nodded vigorously and said nervously.

"Confirmed! I saw it with my own eyes! The New Alliance's artillery shells penetrated through the holes in the wall, and then there was an explosion from inside... Not only was Jinya killed, but the apostles sent by the Torch Church were also killed. Exploded to death!”

Hearing this, Yanya finally felt relieved and couldn't help clenching his fists.

"That's too silly."

Looking at Yan Ya who was looking happy, the captain who saw Jin Ya's body with his own eyes had a complicated expression at this moment.

The tyrant is dead.

The war is finally over.

However, it ended with their failure.

Although the new alliance promised that their treatment would be different from that of ordinary prisoners, it still could not change the fact that they were prisoners.

As for what will happen next...

I'm afraid only God knows.

Seeing the complicated expressions on his subordinates' faces, Yanya also began to realize that he was acting too happy at this time, which seemed a bit inappropriate.

So he coughed dryly and patted the captain in front of him on the shoulder.

"Don't be too sad. It's going to be like this. It's all because of that idiot who listened to Dillon's bad idea and risked his life to destroy all the tanks. It was he who led our tribe into the abyss. The responsibility for the failure does not lie with us."

"Besides, the managers of the new alliance told me in the letter that half the battle is lost by surrendering, so we only lost half."

"This result is already good. Keep your chest up. Now we are going to take over those prisoners... There is nothing shameful about this."

…

Upon learning of Jin Ya's death, Yan Ya immediately led more than a thousand of his men to attack the headquarters from the west defense zone, and cooperated with the Burning Corps to control the checkpoints and sentries on the streets near the headquarters.

Although this meant turning his gun and pointing it at friendly forces, now that the matter was over, he had no other choice.

In order to show his loyalty to the new alliance, Yan Ya did not hesitate to open fire on his brothers from the same tribe, and even rushed to the front line of the battlefield to supervise the battle himself.

At first, his subordinates were still a little hesitant, but as casualties appeared, everyone became red-eyed and completely put aside all the entanglements in their hearts.

They are predators.

There are no moral constraints or psychological burdens.

Attachment to the strong is part of the law of the jungle.

"Yan Ya, are you so crazy?!"

Yunya, who was urging his subordinates to attack forward, saw Yanya standing behind the opposite bunker in the firelight, and an expression that seemed to be insane suddenly appeared on his face.

Facing his former comrades, although Yan Ya's face was a little confused, the look only lasted half a second.

"It's useless to say more. If everything is the fault of that idiot, surrender... Surrender! Jinya is dead!"

"Already...dead?"

There was a trace of disbelief and panic in Yunya's eyes, which was immediately replaced by deep hatred and anger, and he roared at the top of his voice.

"Never!"

Yan Ya no longer tried to hide it, he completely let go of his reserve, set up a machine gun and fired at the bunker at the other end of the street, shouting with a broken face.

"Then go to hell for me!!"

The New Alliance soldiers pulled out the smoke grenades and threw them out with a running start.

The red smoke crossed a distance of nearly several meters and landed steadily on Yunya's position.

Before the plunderers could react, the fire rain fell from the sky and lifted them into the sky together with the bunker in front of them.

Looking at the billowing smoke rising in front of him, Yan Ya only mourned for his former siblings in his heart for half a second, then clenched his fists and said fiercely.

"Hit him!"

Don't blame brother, just go with peace of mind.

We can’t help ourselves either…

With Yun Ya's death in battle, the morale of the thousand-man team under his command suddenly fell to the bottom.

Facing the fierce firepower of the New Alliance and the Yanya Tribe, the remaining Marauders were almost defeated.

At this moment, a broadcast rang out in the surrounding areas of Sixin District.

"I am the manager of the league."

"Predators of the Fang Clan, your headquarters has been occupied. Skullcrusher Gold Fang was killed on the spot by our soldiers while escaping."

"Your defeat is doomed, surrender is your only way out!"

"We will not kill prisoners, but those who resist will be mercilessly eradicated!"

Gold teeth…

died?

The faces of the looters who were still rushing towards the headquarters had confusion and panic on their faces.

The moment they heard the news of Jinya's death, they felt that the whole sky fell.

From the captain to the young man carrying a rifle, everyone was confused and didn't know what to do.

Standing next to Yuanyang on the front line in the southern part of the city, the staff officer from the legion sighed softly.

"...Surrender, we have already lost."

Yuanyang's expression was twisted with anger, and he grabbed his collar.

"Shut your mouth! Who do you think we got to this point because of?"

"You want to say it's because of Dillon, right?" the staff officer said in a sarcastic tone, "It really depends on him... Putting hope on you is the stupidest decision in his life. If you want to kill me, just do it, anyway. You don’t have much time left.”

Yuanyang stared at him with murderous eyes. After a long time, he released his hand from holding his collar.

"...What should I do?"

"Take your people out and surrender. The New Alliance's bombardment of the southern city is obviously just a feint attack. Their main force is on the west side. It is more sincere to surrender before they enter the city than to wait for them to enter and then surrender."

Yuya swallowed and said nervously.

"Yes, but we don't have any flyers. I burned all the flyers I picked up."

Lord Jinya, anyone who secretly hides leaflets will be sentenced to death. He absolutely does not dare to disobey orders. He will go through the pockets of his subordinates two or three times every day to ensure that there are no traitors in his team.

Listening to this innocent speech, the staff officer just laughed.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Do you really think your subordinates are that obedient? I bet that as long as you shout that the war is over, they will be able to get you more than a thousand surrender coupons on the spot."

Yuanya's face turned green and white, and his fists were clenched and unclenched.

After a battle between heaven and man, desire finally prevailed.

Under his order, more than a thousand looters in the southern city walked out of the bunker with their heads in hands, and walked towards the New Alliance's positions one after another...

At this moment, on the New Alliance's position, guarding the front of the trench was the Skeleton Corps.

"Holy shit, you're going to vote now?!"

This is too cowardly!

The mole, holding a telescope in his hand, looked at the group of predators walking towards them with their heads in their hands, and couldn't help but curse.

"After all, NPCs only have one life. It's no shame, no shame."

Holding the wooden lunch box in her hand, Irena said slowly while chewing.

Seeing how delicious this guy was eating, the elf king Fugui standing next to him couldn't help but swallowed and glanced into his lunch box.

"What is this?"

A black shell with a few leaves that were probably spices floating on it.

Preliminary judgment, at least it is familiar.

"Bomb shell shrimps, I caught them at the lake. Do you want one?" Irena generously handed him a toothpick.

Although hesitant, when he heard that it was shrimp, Elf King Fugui relaxed his vigilance a little and pierced a shrimp ball as thick as his thumb with a toothpick.

Speaking of which, the shape of the shell shrimp was quite unique. He looked at it for a long time without seeing the shrimp head or pliers. After some hesitation, he finally threw it into his mouth.

emmm…

The taste is surprisingly okay?

It's just a bit fishy and smells like the river.

Watching brother Tuo chewing loudly, Irena who stood aside reminded him.

"Remember to spit out the shell. That thing can't be bitten and will sting your mouth."

"Piece in the mouth? Why did it break when I bit it?" The Elf King Fugui who was chewing was stunned.

Irena was also stunned, her expression suddenly awkward.

"Uh... are you sure what you're eating is shrimp?"

Elf King Fugui was dumbfounded on the spot, and his chewing jaw stopped.

"Fuck, is there something else in your bowl?"

Irena looked at it subtly.

"...It's okay. There may be a few snails mixed in. It's not a big problem."

"Vomit!" Before he could finish his words, Elf King Fugui, who was holding the car door, had already begun to vomit.

The mole put down the telescope and glanced at the rich man.

"...If you dare to snatch food from Lao Na's bowl, you must be too stubborn."

Upon hearing this, Irena, who was holding the lunch box, immediately became unhappy and protested, "Gan! What you said is as if what I eat is not human food."

Mole on the run in the canyon: "...which normal human being can roast wireworms!"

"What iron worms, those mantis legs! Not all mantises have iron worms!"

While the two were noisy, the group of marauders with their heads in their hands had already arrived in front of the new alliance's position.

Wearing an exoskeleton, Yanagi came forward with a heavily armed team and took over the more than a thousand prisoners in batches.

Except for the looters above the husband-captain level, they were left alone and imprisoned in the camp alone.

The rest of the people were placed in front of the trench of the position, squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands, waiting to be sent to the newly built prisoner of war camp in Qingshi County.

䀴At the same time, the new alliance's temporary command post.

Looking at the VM screen, De Chu Guang's stiff face finally relaxed into a smile.

"It's over."

Vanus looked at him and said in surprise.

"The headquarters was destroyed?"

Chu Guang nodded.

"Well, although there were some deviations in the plan, Jin Ya could not be captured alive, even if his body was recovered."

The reason why the Ya clan can rely on tribal rule and maintain an army of tens of thousands is largely due to the leader's personal prestige and bloody high-pressure rule.

Once a Jinya person dies, whether in battle, old age, or illness, the entire tribe will soon fall apart.

Unless a new strongman emerges to take charge.

In such a situation, the possibility is almost zero.

With the destruction of the Ya clan, the bone-chewing tribe sweeping across the entire valley province will also come to an end...

"In less than two months, you wiped out a tribe of nearly 30,000 predators... You have created a miracle." Vanus couldn't help but sigh.

Chu Guang smiled and said modestly.

"It's not me who creates miracles, it's the people of the New Alliance."

Vanus looked at him in surprise, and after a long time nodded thoughtfully.

"so it is."

If so…

It makes sense to win.

…

Sporadic fighting continued throughout the night.

As the news of Jinya's death spread, the looters who heard the broadcast came out of the bunker one after another, raising their hands in a sign of institutional surrender.

The sky turned white.

The fighting in the main urban areas gradually stopped, and Xizhou City finally ushered in the dawn of peace.

Looking at the morning and dusk in the distance, Chu Guang, who was wearing power armor, squinted his eyes and looked at Liu Yuyan who was standing aside.

"How about calling our settlement the City of Dawn? Or do you have any other ideas?"

Liu Li thought about it for a long time, but nothing happened, and in the end he could only hold back one sentence.

"Your name!"

Chu Guang laughed and waved his right hand forward.

"Forward!"

The First Corps was on standby.

The first corps, death, jungle and other player corps began to advance.

The resistance in the city has basically ended, but not everyone has surrendered happily.

Even though the successive defeats and cruel and high-pressure methods have brought most members of the Ya clan to the edge of their endurance, there are still die-hard loyalists who are willing to fight for the tribe until the last moment.

"This group of shameful cowards! They betrayed their flag and their promise!"

"Surrender? Hahaha, dream!"

Roaring angrily at Yanya's subordinates, Huya led the remaining defeated soldiers into an abandoned commercial center while fighting.

As the defenders in the southern city surrendered before the battle, he went to the southern defense line for reinforcements and immediately fell into a passive position.

Faced with an isolated and helpless situation, his subordinates kept falling behind and escaping along the way.

[Now, he doesn't even have enough people to make up three Centuries.

Fortunately, there is an ammunition depot hidden in the underground garage of this abandoned commercial center.

It contained munitions and supplies for the southern front and could last for a long time. Strong foundations and surface buildings can withstand bombing and artillery attacks.

If you want to take down this ammunition depot, you can only send people in.

Just when Chu Guang was thinking about which regiment to hand over this task to, the prisoner he was leading next to him as a guide suddenly stepped forward and clasped his hands in his fists.

"Supreme Manager, if you are willing to believe me, please hand over this stubborn thorn to me! I am willing to lead my men into the underground garage, knock down this ammunition depot and dedicate it to you!"

When he said this, Yuan Ya's eyes were filled with flattery and flattery.

If he had the choice, he wouldn't want to work as a coolie in the mines.

In the wasteland, even being a cannon fodder is better than being a coolie.

The former at least has a chance to enjoy the spoils of war and stand up, while the latter is just a pure bastard whose only end is to die in the mine.

Chu Guang originally wanted him to stay cool and cool, but suddenly he thought that this might be a good opportunity.

The war is over, and he is no longer a cannon fodder, but he still needs manpower to manage prisoners of war.

Now the only ones he has in hand seem to be Yanya and his men.

These people had all surrendered, and if they pointed their guns at themselves, it would be impossible for them to wear the same pants as other prisoners of war.

However, these people are from the same faction after all, and it is definitely not appropriate for them to serve as supervisors entirely.

In order to prevent the middle level of the prisoner of war camp from being overly united and becoming monolithic, it is necessary to support a "handle" to check and balance each other with the rock tooth.

Thinking about this, Chu Guang looked at Liu Li who was standing aside.

"Is the thousand-man team that surrendered last night still in our position?"

Liu Li nodded in reply.

"Yes, it is currently under the custody of the First Corps."

Chu Guang then looked at the Yuanya.

"I will send a regiment to support you. I hope to see the results before dark."

Yuanyang was ecstatic.

"Thank you for your trust! I promise to bring that Foxya's head to you!"

"Catch those alive if you can." Chu Guang warned, then waved him off.

The Yuan Ya tribe had already gathered at the door of the underground garage. The centurions serving as the vanguard had been equipped with captured PU-9 submachine guns, and each person had received two magazines issued by the logistics staff.

Anxious to prove himself, Yuya asked his subordinates to take the lead.

Chu Guang nodded in approval and asked his quartermaster to provide an extra offensive grenade for the suicide squad.

At the same time, the three hundred players of the Death Corps also took on the task of wiping out the remaining enemies.

The expansion pack will enter the points settlement process within 24 hours. This is the last opportunity to earn points.

The players who accepted the [quest] were excited and gearing up, while the players who did not accept the [quest] showed envious expressions.

"Gan! We are also fighting on foot, why don't we go?"

"That's it! It's a shady story!"

"There must be an ulterior deal behind this!"

"Gungungun, what is py trading? Let the professionals do it! Do you know how to hammer?" Debtor said with a playful smile, already carrying the flamethrower borrowed from the Jungle Corps on his back.

Walking to the front of the team, he rowed on the edge and shouted.

"Brothers, change your submachine guns and spray guns. Those with bayonets put on bayonets. Those without bayonets put on shovels and prepare to enter the hole!"

The players of the Death Corps let out excited shouts.

"Ouch!"

Seeing the monstrous fighting spirit, the surrender soldiers holding submachine guns and preparing to lead the battle swallowed their saliva.

Street fighting with a narrow escape can be exciting like this.

Are these people crazy?

"Leave it to them here, let's move on."

Several NPCs were separated from the first corps to supervise the battle. Chu Guang waved his hand and led the large troops to continue moving towards Shenzhen City.

The temporary settlement area for prisoners of war was set up at the former site of Citizen Square in the south of Sichuan District.

There is a large open space here with no obstructions. The theater located on the north side of the square has a good view, and a machine gun is enough to hold the entire square.

Throughout the night, prisoners were sent here one after another.

Their casualties were not very serious. Except for a few who resisted desperately, many of them were caught by the guerrillas while escaping north, or surrendered along with their superiors.

At first Yanya tied them up with a rope.

Later, there were too many people and there was not enough rope, so we simply took off their animal skin tops and tore off the leather strips to use them as ropes and bandages.

The weather has already warmed up in May. If it had been a few months earlier, many people would have frozen to death.

[At dawn, the entire square was filled with a dark crowd of people squatting, almost filling the entire open space.

Yan Ya led his men and stood around the square with loaded guns and ammunition. In a team of ten, they stood ready to watch the prisoners squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands.

From the corner of his eye, he peeked at the traitors with white cloths wrapped around their arms. The eyes of the goblin-like prisoners all shone with hatred.

But after looking at the soldiers of the Alliance, all those hatreds turned into fear and fear.

They were really scared!

"...Respected and supreme administrator, your most loyal servant Yan Ya, welcome you!"

Looking at the powered armor in front of the team, Yan Ya immediately recognized Chu Guang's identity, quickly put on a fawning smile, and moved to greet him.

Chu Guang glanced at the dark crowd of people in the square.

"How many prisoners are there?"

"21,708 people!" Yanya shouted immediately.

"Are you sure it's this number?"

"Uh, probably... maybe a difference of about one or two hundred." Yan Ya said with a cold sweat.

Chu Guang smiled faintly, but did not embarrass this guy.

In fact, he had already moved the Hummingbird drone over the square and asked Xiao Qi to count them for him.

There are 21,573 people in total. There is some statistical error, but the error is not very large.

Some of these prisoners of war are direct descendants of the Ya clan, and some are from the eastern provinces or the Bugla Free State.

Chu Guang has no intention of letting them go home before they pay for their sins.

"...It is a hidden danger that so many people gather here. I suggest that they be transported back to Qingshi County in batches for custody." Walking next to Chu Guang, Liu Yi whispered to Yu.

Chu Guang thought for a while and said.

"I'm afraid the prisoner-of-war camp in Qingshi County can't accommodate so many people. Our initial expectation was for 8,000 to 10,000 prisoners of war, and we didn't build that many houses at all."

The number of prisoners far exceeded expectations.

He really didn't expect that these people surrendered so quickly without even a decent resistance.

"Then..." A sharp look flashed in Liu Li's eyes.

Yan Ya, who was standing aside, was too frightened to say a word and stood there tremblingly.

Chu Guang shook his head gently.

"It's not necessary. The mines in Qingshi County need people, and Dawn City also needs people. Send some people to Qingshi County, and the rest will stay where they are and build a prisoner of war camp."

So many people are indeed a hidden danger, but they also represent opportunities.

If you want to catch up with the wasteland forces that have developed for more than a century, you can't be too stable.

Looking at Yan Ya who was standing aside, Chu Guang continued.

"Besides these prisoners, what about the slaves you captured? And the craftsmen who helped you make weapons. Where are they now?"

Yanya said nervously.

"Those slaves and craftsmen are scattered in the cells in the four districts... I arranged for people to watch."

"how many people?"

Yanya hesitated for a moment, obviously not having time to count.

"Probably... around ten thousand."

"Ten thousand?" Liu Li was stunned for a moment, frowning, "How come there are so many?"

Yan Ya closed his mouth nervously, not daring to speak.

In fact, in their heyday, they had nearly 50,000 captives and 35,000 tribesmen.

But later they encountered famine, rat infestations, diseases, coupled with the stagnation of the war and the failure of land reclamation, many slaves died.

There are only more than 10,000 left.

"There are more than 5,000 people in Hope Town... plus there are more than 10,000 slaves here. If they are all given resident status, our food reserves will be a big burden." The accompanying quartermaster whispered to Yu.

Chu Guang was silent for a while.

"It's already the end of May. We should be able to support the population until the wheat and early rice harvest in July. With the trade route to the south open, we can buy food from farms in Jinchuan Province with copper ore and sulfur..."

If the situation is urgent, it is allowed to use nutritional cream to support the population.

After a pause, Chu Guang continued.

"… We promised to give every survivor in Hope Town a resident status. Just do what we said before. As for the rescued slaves, we will first give them the status of supervised persons according to the standards of refugees."

Supervised persons are a buffer zone between refugees and residents, and enjoy limited resident rights.

Generally, refugees from outside are supervised persons. Only after a period of study and work, and mastering a basic life skill, will they change their household registration information and apply for a resident certificate.

Doing so can minimize the impact and burden of foreign population on society.

The quartermaster immediately wrote down the manager's instructions.

"Where are the craftsmen?"

Chu Guang: "Keep them locked up first, but separate them from the other prisoners."

The quartermaster nodded.

"Yes!"

Chu Guang then looked at Yan Ya.

"Take me to the palace of Jin Ya and see what treasures that guy has hidden."

Seeing that the manager stopped asking questions, Yan Ya finally breathed a sigh of relief and immediately nodded and bowed.

"Okay! I'll take you there!"

The group continued to move forward towards the Fourth District in a mighty manner.

In a moment, a series of good news flew back to Dawn City from the front line as if they had wings, and flew into everyone's ears through the broadcast in the town square.

The Alliance captured Xizhou City!

The head of the Skull Crusher Jin Ya fell to the ground!

The Ya clan was completely destroyed, more than 20,000 looters were captured, and nearly 10,000 slaves were liberated!

Each piece of news was enough to shock those who were watching the excitement for a whole day.

The entrance of the trading post.

The merchants leading the two-headed oxen, the mercenaries carrying bags, and the travelers all stopped and exchanged surprises in each other's eyes.

"Golden Tooth is dead...?"

"Are they serious?!"

"If the Ya clan is really destroyed... the Bone Chewing Tribe is almost dead." The mercenary carrying a rifle looked at the radio in surprise.

"Finally it's over! I haven't been to Bugera's tavern to see my old lover for almost two years... I hope she still remembers me." The companion next to him couldn't help but say.

"Hahaha, those hyenas who eat people without spitting out bones have finally gone to hell! Praise the great alliance, praise the administrator of the federation! Tianshui will remember his great deeds!" A dust servant merchant shouted excitedly, attracting the attention of people around him.

It can be seen that the group of plunderers made him lose a lot.

"Thanks to the almighty big-horned deer god, this land finally welcomed his descendants..." An old man dressed as a traveler knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly.

After hearing the news of Xizhou City from the telegram, Sim, who was far away at the headquarters of the Horseshoe Iron Trading Company in Honghe Town, was stunned behind his desk on the spot.

After a while, he came back to his senses and squeezed out a half sentence of doubting life from his stiff mouth.

"...It must be fake."