This Game Is Too Realistic

"Grass……"

Looking at the messy military base in front of him, the man wearing bulletproof armor and standing at the entrance of the camp couldn't help but uttered a curse word.

His name is Wag, he belongs to the 30,000-man team and the 9,000-man team. He leads a ten-man team and is stationed at an outpost 20 miles away from here. He is responsible for monitoring the northwest valley of Camp 530. At the same time, Guarding a relay tower.

An hour ago, he received news from the 9000th Team that Camp 530 did not routinely report on the security situation and did not respond to communications from the command post. He was asked to take a look there with his subordinates immediately to see if they were there. The communication equipment failed or something unexpected happened.

Wag did not dare to hesitate, and immediately led three brave and skilled men, riding three-wheeled diesel motorcycles, more than ten miles cross-country, and rushed to Camp 530.

However, when he arrived at the military base, he found that it had already become a ruin...

"Is there anyone?"

You shouted at the top of your voice, but there was no commotion or any response.

Varg held his rifle up nervously, waved his fist decisively, and led three riflemen carefully through the camp gate and deep into the military base.

The street lights on both sides of the road were all dark. The power supply system here seemed to have been destroyed. Apart from the burning barracks, there was only a little thin moonlight left.

Walking along the broken road, when passing by the area near the garage, everyone's face looked not very good, turning green and white.

Burnt corpses lay twisted and twisted, many huddled together, and even the complete human form could no longer be found.

As for the garage with its door open, all the tanks and trucks inside had been driven away, and all supplies had been removed. Not even a wrench or screwdriver was left behind.

Wagg swallowed, and led his riflemen to search in the direction of the command post.

Soon they passed a checkpoint, where a violent fire seemed to have occurred not long ago.

Whether it was the collapsed sandbag wall or the corpses filled with bloody holes, it was not difficult to see how brutal the firepower was against the legionnaires who had been standing here an hour ago.

The same goes for the mutant mercenaries not far away.

Those big guys either had their heads smashed, or had a big hole in their chest, shot through by some kind of large-caliber weapon. It was almost impossible to find a complete body, and the state of death was extremely miserable.

Even mutants with extremely strong recovery abilities can't bear it...

Not to mention those ordinary people.

"...Grandma, I bet this is definitely not the work of the guerrillas and the Royal Army!" A rifleman looked around nervously and cursed in a low voice.

The other one looked at the younger rifleman, breathing a little quickly, looking around nervously, and muttered something in a low voice.

"Could he be from the Great Rift Valley?"

Listening to the soldiers whispering, Wag looked around solemnly and replied concisely.

"...We just reached an armistice agreement with them at the beginning of the year. We do not rule out the possibility that they will tear up the treaty, but it is not their style to go to war without declaring it."

Taking his subordinates with him, Wag moved to the entrance of the command post.

The situation here is equally tragic. The nearby barracks, tents and partitions are covered with dense bullet holes. There are more than ten corpses lying strewn in the open space of less than ten square meters, and they are all Weiland people with swollen nose bridges.

I searched around Wage, but couldn't find the body of Commander Piman. I didn't discover the problem until I searched the command post and the artillery-proof bunker next to it.

"...everything here has been evacuated."

Wage frowned slightly, recalling what his commander told him.

Camp 530 is related to a major plan, which was personally formulated by General Griffin. It is related to whether the entire war can be ended before the end of August.

Therefore, it is important to always pay attention to the situation at Camp No. 530.

Without hesitation, Wag reached out and took off the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder, pressed the button and said.

"...Call the command post. This is the patrol team at Post 151. We have arrived at Camp 530. The situation here is quite bad. I can't see a living person...I haven't seen the body of the commander of the military base either. He is suspected to have been killed. Captured by unknown forces.”

"Including confidential documents in the command post, arms in nearby warehouses, tanks in the garage... The bandits who attacked here emptied out almost everything they could."

His eyes were wandering around and searching, and his eyes suddenly fell on the rows of extinguished street lights, and the expression on his face gradually became unnatural.

For a moment, Wag suddenly thought of something, and his expression gradually became serious.

"All electronic equipment was paralyzed, including all street lights. It was dark in the military base. I couldn't find any electronic equipment that was still working."

"Although it sounds weird, I tell you...this is definitely not a simple power system failure."

After pausing for half a second, he took a deep breath and expressed his guess.

"It's most likely EMP!"

…

Camp 530 suffered a devastating blow.

Almost all the elite troops stationed in the local army were wiped out.

and--

Suspected of being hit by EMP!

The news was reported at all levels and soon reached the Legion's No. 9 Oasis frontline headquarters, waking up a group of senior officers from their sleep.

War meeting room.

Griffin put his hands behind his back and stood upright in front of the strategic map, his eyes narrowed dangerously like a vulture.

The officers standing behind him were silent, looking at each other with disbelief and surprise in each other's eyes.

In the past month, their outposts and military bases were frequently attacked by the Royal Army and guerrillas, but the Wastelanders who fought with fire sticks never won.

Like this day, the headquarters did not learn about the destruction of the military base until after the battle was over. This was unprecedented...

Moreover, it was Camp 530 that encountered the raid.

That’s exactly where it is!

The staff officer standing next to him took a deep breath, broke the silence in the conference room, and spoke.

"...Our planes have scouted the nearby area and found no trace of enemy troops. After attacking them and stealing supplies, they were suspected of hiding in the valley 30 miles northeast of No. 9 Oasis. They should have built there. Hidden fortifications, our plane didn’t see anything.”

The atmosphere of silence was broken.

The surrounding officers also jumped into the conversation.

"According to intelligence feedback from nearby outposts, the other party was suspected of using EMP weapons and destroyed the communication tower of the military base first... There are two possibilities. The Great Rift Valley intervened in the war, or the company added Luoxia The province has a military presence."

"Didn't they build an aviation base near Xizhou City in the River Valley Province? Maybe the people came from there!"

"possible!"

Listening to the discussions among his subordinates, Griffin put his hands behind his back and said nothing.

Compared with the tragic losses in personnel, equipment, and supplies, what was even more unacceptable to Griffin was that the combat plan he had formulated last month was leaked.

Camp 530 is the logistics fulcrum for launching the next round of general offensive on the entire northern front. He does not mind the casualties of the subordinates of the vassal country on the front line, but he has to carefully consider the situation of taking down the Lion Kingdom without sufficient armor and supply support. How many casualties will the northern defense zone need to pay...

Luoxia Province is not only honey badgers and lions, but also humps and golden lizards. If the Falcon Kingdom wants to conquer the entire Luoxia Province, they must control casualties.

Otherwise...

You can also get things very quickly.

"...It's a pity that our perfect plan has been leaked. If they can accurately find Camp 530, they can know where our troops are at which day and hour."

After looking around at the people in the camp, General Griffin scanned every face sharply and spoke word by word.

"The strategic deployment of the northern line must be adjusted... It will not be difficult, but I want to know which link went wrong."

The room was eerily quiet, as if you could hear a pin drop.

Just when everyone was nervous and tense, Griffin suddenly changed the topic and touched on the topic lightly.

"Of course, I believe you are loyal. The problem should be somewhere down below. I need you to open your eyes wide and find the traitor."

After hearing these words, the officers finally breathed a sigh of relief, with expressions of relief on their faces, and stood at attention.

"As you command!"

"Yes! Sir!"

Looking at his subordinates who raised their heads and held their chests high, Griffin nodded, his eyes focused on the map hanging on the wall, and he fell into deep thought.

EMP weapons.

That is obviously not the kingdom's equipment, there is a high probability - no, it should be said that it must be the work of the enterprise!

According to the information registered by the Logistics Department, Camp 530 just received a batch of supplies from the Bugla Free State two days ago, which shows that the Great Rift Valley does not know about the existence of this supply line, otherwise they would have had other ways to stop them. The vassals continued to do business with the legions.

Thinking of this, Griffin couldn't help but frowned.

Didn't McClung brag?

Was the Heart of Steel really taken away by corporate reinforcements?

If that's the case...

I'm afraid they are in quite a lot of trouble.

…

On the other side, just as the frontline headquarters was meeting overnight to finalize the battle plan, a desert-colored truck stopped at the entrance of the headquarters and barracks.

Taking the lead to jump out of the truck, Colway glanced at the door and saw the officer waiting there, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Fedel?! Great! You're still alive!"

Federer, an officer under General McClun, has the same military rank as a senior centurion, but is a bit older than him.

Looking at the dusty Corvey, Fedil gave a military salute, walked up to him excitedly, and held his hand.

"At the last critical moment, I followed General McClun into the escape cabin and narrowly escaped...but you, it's great to see you alive!"

The two of them had a good relationship privately.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be waiting here.

Cole Wei said with emotion on his face with a smile on his face.

"To be honest, I almost died in the desert. The battlefield was in chaos at that time. I couldn't even get ten people around me, and there were those barbarians chasing me. I even wanted to give up for a while... Thanks to This brother."

As he said that, he pulled the warlord who had just got off the car to his side.

Fedil glanced at the man with a tanned face and noticed that the bridge of his nose was flat, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise.

"Who is this?"

"pangolin!"

He forcefully patted the dull-looking man on the shoulder, and Corway grinned at Fedil.

"Even though he is a wastelander, he is different from those people. He is a brave man... Not only his skills, but his loyalty to the legion puts even me to shame. In order to raise enough money to travel back, he even I am willing to put down my dignity as a soldier and dig coal in a coal mine. If he hadn’t inspired me, I would have died of shame in the desert.”

Hearing the name Pangolin, Fedil finally recognized the ruthless man who single-handedly killed the Deathclaw whom General McClun had personally promoted to the rank and file of the army!

Along the way, McLean kept talking about the Deathclaw head, but it was a pity that he didn't take the collection with him.

Unexpectedly, this ruthless man actually followed him, and even led Colway through the desert all the way here.

Saved a high-ranking centurion.

For the followers, it can be regarded as a great achievement!

Fedil looked at the warlord and said solemnly.

"Thank you for saving my friend and bringing him back safely...I will definitely return this favor to you."

"No need to thank me, this is what I should do." Warfielder skillfully repeated what he had said many times.

"We all do what we should do, but for those who do it particularly well, appropriate rewards should be given... I will report your credit."

Fedil smiled, patted the pangolin on the shoulder, then looked at Colway, who was also smiling, and continued.

"Come with me, the situation here has changed a lot. I will take you to demobilize and register first, and we will talk about other things as we go..."

Colway needs to report first and have his military status reinstated. After all, he has been missing for so long and is already half dead on the roster.

The legion will go through some professional procedures to verify his identity and that he is not a fake clone or bionic person.

As for the "pangolin", there is no need to go through so many complicated procedures. After the name is registered on the military roster, it is left in the logistics department barracks.

It was now late at night, and except for the lights at the outpost, the rest of the camp was dark, so it was not easy for him to wander around.

After waiting for a while, a support staff finally came over, took him to a nearby canteen, and arranged for the cooks to cook him a large table of late-night snacks.

Glancing enviously at the epaulettes on Mr. Pangolin's shoulders, the logistics staff said respectfully.

"Master Fedil asked me to entertain you. If you need anything, please tell me. Apart from wine and women, I can help you think of anything else at this time."

The warlord looked at this young man's face. There was no obvious bulge on the bridge of his nose, and his slightly deep eye sockets looked like those of a desert dweller. He must be a citizen of the Falcon Kingdom.

He was not polite even though he was hungry all the way and told me directly.

"Prepare more meat for me, preferably beef. My appetite may be a bit big, and the portion for most people may not be enough."

It doesn’t cost any money anyway.

Wouldn’t it be a loss if we didn’t eat more?

The young man laughed when he heard this.

"You are the Awakened One, don't worry about this! Lord Colway has told me to prepare food for three people!"

Come on, Colway has already said hello on his behalf...

Seeing the smile on the young man's face, the warlord also smiled sheepishly.

This is what I said...

As if he is a loser.

After a short wait, the food was quickly served.

It includes a whole roasted shank of beef and a basket of freshly baked loaves sprinkled with icing sugar and nuts.

Not only that, there is also a basket of juicy grapes, red sweet dates, and unlimited supply of milk.

Looking at this table of delicacies that were so rich that people couldn't take their eyes away, the warlord couldn't help but sigh.

It is indeed the canteen of the headquarters.

This damn food is so delicious!

"If it's not enough, I can arrange for the kitchen to prepare it for you..." The young man bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Please use it slowly."

With the idea of ​​"if you take one more bite, the enemy will take one less bite", the warlord sat down at the long table and ate without any concern for his image.

Seeing this guy feasting so deliciously, the young man standing aside looked hungry. He couldn't help but swallow and tried not to look over.

After a while, Colway, who had finally completed the formalities, came to the cafeteria.

He glanced appreciatively at the pangolin showing off its beef shank. He didn't think there was anything rude about this eating scene. He pulled out a chair and sat across from the dining table, snapping his fingers at the young man beside him.

"Serve me a steak."

"Okay first."

The young man nodded respectfully and quickly turned around and went to the kitchen.

Wiping the silver table knife, Colway said casually.

"We were delayed a little while going through the formalities. Unexpectedly, as soon as we got here, something big happened on the back."

Hearing Colway's words, the warlord swallowed the food in his mouth and mumbled back reflexively.

"Something big happened."

"Camp 530 was attacked."

"Camp 530? What is that?"

"The logistics hub of the Northern Front Army is the camp we passed by two days ago," Colway said helplessly, "It's really great...it's only two days apart. If we were delayed for two days on the road, , I’m afraid my life will be left there.”

Hearing this, the warlord almost choked out the food in his mouth, and in order to hold back from coughing, his face turned red.

Good guy.

As soon as he forwarded the information, the Alliance followed closely with its own information and took over the military base.

This is really pushing yourself into a pit of fire!

However, Colway did not doubt him, and did not even think about him at all.

After all, they had been sitting in a truck for the past two days. No one would have thought that this guy who slept like a pig could send messages in his sleep.

"Will they...be suspicious of us?"

"We?" Hearing this hesitant tone, Colway was slightly stunned.

Then he seemed to have heard some funny joke and shook his head with a smile.

"How is it possible? We just retreated to this area and we don't even know the number of that camp. How can we possibly know the role that military base played in General Griffin's plan?"

"Moreover, taking a step back, we only got there two days ago. Even if the information is leaked immediately, our enemies will need time to verify the information, and then make a battle plan based on the verified intelligence... At least one step is required. months of time.”

After picking up the cup and taking a sip of hot cocoa, Colway moistened his throat and said with a slightly solemn expression.

"To be honest, I'm a little suspicious of the guy named Ah."

"Ah?" Warfield was stunned for a moment, "But...what reason does he have to betray us?"

"Sometimes, you don't need a lot of reasons to do something, and I'm not just suspicious of him, but all businessmen from Bugla Free State."

Colway looked at the warlord and spoke in a gentle tone.

"My friend, not everyone in this world is as simple-minded as you."

"Those businessmen have no loyalty at all. They are not loyal to anyone. Their lives are just a pile of dung that they will not take with them until they die. They are just a body without a soul. One day they can sell it to us. Attacking the spear, Zaitian may sell the shield to our enemy. I am grateful for his kindness, but I will not be surprised at all if he betrays us."

Warlander nodded guiltily.

"I understand."

"It's okay, I'm really worried that you will be deceived by those people," Colway nodded appreciatively, paused for a while and continued, "I said before that I wanted General Griffin to recommend you, but I don't know. I’m afraid we’ll have to wait for this to happen.”

The warlord immediately said sensibly.

"It's okay, sir. I'm not in a hurry. You can wait as long as you want."

There's no way I can give him a good introduction.

He didn't want to see that guy at this time either.

The warlord believed that everyone in the legion could not be as stupid as the guy in front of him.

Especially Griffin, who is always called the "Old Fox", is afraid that he has more evil in his stomach than himself, and he is really afraid of being seen through at a glance.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Kelwei looked at his good brother with concern, "I feel like you don't look well."

The warlord fooled him.

"It's a little bit, maybe I'm not used to the climate... I've never been to such a dry place."

Colway nodded and spoke in a comforting tone.

"This is indeed the case in the desert. You have to adapt as soon as possible. There is still a long way to go in the future. Sooner or later we will go further."

The warlord raised his spirits and spoke.

"I will adapt as soon as possible!"

…

Vault 404.

Chu Guang, who was leaning on the sofa and drinking iced Coke, was so happy that he couldn't help but look at the news that flooded the official website forum and the first-hand battle reports sent by the fallen players.

Dragging the wheel with his index finger, he couldn't help but let out a sound of appreciation.

"It's money well spent!"

Whether it is the "Seagull" drone or the "Cerberus" unmanned vehicle, the performance on the battlefield has exceeded expectations.

I have to boast, the gadgets provided by “Fallen Empire” are indeed awesome!

Sure enough, thanks to the superb performance of the players, the Death Corps, which is famous for its battle damage rate, only lost more than thirty people this time.

Normally, for them, these casualties would only be a fraction.

"We have to take advantage of this battle to buy more goods!"

Including the R-36 "Seagull" air-to-ground missile used by the "Seagull" drone, one EMP missile directly turned the entire military base into a deaf and mute person, and the unit price is only 250,000!

Next is the white phosphorus bomb, which sells for only 100,000 Cr and has an amazing killing effect on soft targets.

Although the price can't be called high quality and low price, it doesn't matter since it's the military aid budget and not your own money.

To be honest, Chu Guang thought that the guys on the east coast would be taboo about such cruel weapons, but he didn't expect that he was overly worried.

After you leaned back on the sofa, Chu Guang looked at Xiao Qi sitting on the desk and said with excitement.

"Xiao Qi, contact Wu Mu, the representative of Changge Group, for me. Tell him that I plan to purchase ten more of those 'Seagull' drones!"

"Okay! I'm here!" Xiaoqi replied enthusiastically, and obediently contacted the seller.

Chu Guang continued to browse the forum and found that his "Pangolin" had just been online, so he clicked on this friend Gangshui's post.

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Damn it! You guys are so cruel, I just hit you with my front foot!"

Irena: "Has your identity been exposed? If exposed, I will ask the mole to draw a picture for you. (Funny)"

The mole escaping from the canyon: "Get out! I don't draw that kind of character!"

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Exposed! Fortunately, I was smart and fooled me. Next time, take it easy and at least wait until I am far away before you explode! By the way, the 530 camp you bombed seems to be the northern front of the Legion." The logistics hub...because the battle plan was exposed, the Legion's northern offensive was forced to be postponed. This is what I just heard from Colway."

Quit smoking: "Fuck! Awesome!"

Ye Shi: "666!"

Commander Quanshui: "Hahaha, actually I think the time of this operation is quite good. Although the time is a little short, but because of this, you are not easily suspected."

Fang Chang: "+1, the more important the strategic goal is, the more careful planning is needed, otherwise things will easily go wrong."

Edge of water: "Hey, don't say it, the friendly forces responsible for the feint attack got the time zone wrong this time, and the operation was moved a full hour ahead of time! It's good that we rushed over in time, if we were a few minutes slower, we would have been The group is destroyed!”

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Holy shit, is it so real?"

The edge of the water was stroked: "That's not true, the three wheels of this guy are almost smoking!"

Mr. Di and Zhuan: "MMP! How dare you say that! (angry)"

Drum shampooer: "That's it! It's so annoying! I'll use a battery car next time!"

The edge of the water strokes: "Gan! Can you say this is me picking? You should consider the actual situation! It is full of sand as far as the eye can see. Where can I get you a charging bottle?"

The commander of the Death Corps began to argue with the powerful beasts in the regiment. Several players with low intelligence opened a new post and started bragging with other players.

Especially those with big debts.

Operating the "Seagull" drone to fish for French fries from the sky was so satisfying that he was almost blown away by the power of the drone.

The only flaw is that the bomb load is too small.

Before he was satisfied enough, all the bullets were used.

In any case, Chu Guang finally felt relieved after seeing that the "pangolin" was fine.

The reason why he acted so hastily was to prevent this guy from being suspected, but now it seems that the situation he was worried about has not happened.

More than eight kilometers.

It takes a pigeon a day to fly this distance.

There are no large communication base stations or communication satellites. It takes two days to complete the exchange of information and formulate a combat plan. It is a bit fanciful no matter how you think about it.

After confirming the safety of the intelligence officer, Chu Guang did not rush to issue new tasks to him, but asked him to lurk.

He plans to use this chess piece in a key place.

It's best to have an opportunity to bring those big-nosed people away.

As for now, it’s not the time yet…