This Game Is Too Realistic

Daniel got one thing right.

His higher command was indeed in trouble.

And the trouble is not small.

At the same time that the Skeleton Corps launched an attack on his position, five "Yun Ting" ornithopters had already passed through the left wing of their defense line and continued to penetrate in depth.

Since it was flying at a low altitude almost close to the ground, the G40-1 position did not pay attention to the five ornithopters at all under the coverage of artillery fire, and the rear radar was even more unprepared.

When these five ornithopters were exposed to the radar, the remote-controlled missiles they launched accurately landed on the air defense positions deployed by the Corps on the hilly ridges as planned.

The flames and air waves from the explosion instantly engulfed the anti-aircraft artillery and sandbags, causing countless casualties to the anti-aircraft artillerymen who were squatting on the ground.

All the way from the front line (command post), there are twisted steel and burning positions along the way. From the air, they look like dots of bonfires.

At the same time that the air defense system of Zone 40 was paralyzed, ten H-1 "Dragonfly" transport planes also arrived over the battlefield as scheduled, carrying 500 elite members of the Burning Corps and crossed the defense line where the 40th Thousand-man Team was stationed, heading towards A team of ten thousand people stormed into the command post.

Fifty W-2 "Mosquito" attack aircraft took off one after another from the Heart of Steel and merged with the "Dragonfly" transport aircraft behind them to perform escort missions and provide air support for the airborne troops.

Everything went as planned.

At the same time, the land was shrouded in the shadow of the flying craft, and the faces were filled with panic and confusion.

A centurion looked up at the sky and said with a trembling voice.

"Plane! Alliance plane!"

Standing not far next to him, the quartermaster in charge of logistics swallowed his saliva, with a slight tremor in his voice.

"Mom...how come there are so many!"

At this time, the air raid siren finally sounded, and everyone hurriedly picked up their weapons and dispersed. Outside the tent, the entire camp was in chaos.

"Where's our plane?!"

"have no idea……"

"Damn it!"

"What the hell happened?!"

Until the day before yesterday.

The heroic achievements of pangolins are still being reported on the radio, and Triumph newspaper is still showing off the trophies piled in several warehouses on its front page.

The vulnerability of the Alliance has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and no one doubts that they can drive the natives out of this desert as long as they wait for the ammunition to be delivered.

However--

The situation at this moment was different from their understanding.

Especially when the alliance aircraft appeared overhead, many people even thought that they were dreaming and had not yet woken up.

Standing at the door of the command tent, Captain Pellaeon stared at the sky dumbfounded and didn't say a word for a long time.

After coming back to his senses in an instant, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the adjutant next to him by his collar, spitting and roaring.

"Where are our anti-aircraft guns! There are also ten thousand-man teams on the front line! Why is there no news at all!"

The adjutant who was grabbed by the collar turned pale and his lips trembled for a long time before he squeezed out the words that were stuck in his throat.

"The front line... news just came out that the 100th team stationed in Section 1 of the defense line was bombarded by the [Heart of Steel]——"

Pellaeon's eyes widened.

Before the adjutant could finish his words, he roared and ordered.

"Tell Daniel to hold on at all costs! Even if he can't hold on, he can hold on for at least half an hour!"

The bitterness on the adjutant's face became even more intense.

Daniel?

Whether that guy is alive or not is unknown.

From the beginning, they lost contact with Position 1.

According to the news from Position 2, the soldiers there saw the explosion and the flames almost engulfed the entire friendly position next door. They could even feel the earth shaking while squatting in the trench.

Not only that, they also saw the Heart of Steel, which had been taken away by the Alliance, also appear in the sky.

Obviously, the alliance is serious this time.

The adjutant's Adam's apple moved and his voice was hoarse.

"There's no response from the other end of the communication channel. They...Ba'u is in danger."

"Grass!"

Pellaeon cursed loudly, threw away the adjutant's collar, walked quickly to the radio station in the command tent, grabbed the headphones and put them on his head.

This bunch of rubbish!

After dialing the number of the headquarters of the 10,000-person team, he almost used all his strength to shout on the communication channel.

"This is the 40th Thousand Team!"

"We were attacked by the [Alliance]! They sent a full force of troops, including the Heart of Steel and tanks!"

"We can only hold on for an hour at most! Please send reinforcements immediately!"

"Repeat it again, send reinforcements immediately——!"

Most of the ammunition of the 40th Thousand-man Team was deployed in Duyun, No. 53 Defense Area.

Pellaeon knew very well that the few remaining weapons were simply not enough to deal with such an intensive offensive from the Alliance.

Maybe the Legion will achieve final victory.

But if the alliance targets him, he will lose everything.

However, he couldn't figure it out. No matter from a strategic or tactical perspective, defense zone 40 was not the best offensive target.

Even if we win here, it will be difficult to break through the entire battle.

But why did the alliance focus on this place? !

But now is not the time to think about this issue.

The frontline troops suffered casualties.

To be able to break through the defense line they had prepared for more than a month in such a short period of time, the opponent must have invested a sufficient number of armored units.

If we can't overcome the current difficulties, don't talk about the future.

After the superior command unit reported the situation, Pellaeon immediately led the guards to the combat position, and led his men to reorganize combat units at all levels in the camp.

Although the air attack was caught off guard, the Legion's soldiers were more well-trained than those of the Falcon Kingdom. Even though they were at an absolute disadvantage strategically, they still did not lose their morale and run away.

But——

This is not enough to give them much chance of victory.

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, ten "Mosquito" attack aircraft broke away from the flying formation, turned their noses around, and took the lead in launching the attack!

"Formation B continues to escort, brothers from formation A, follow me!"

"Turn on all the buzzers! Their air-raid sirens are too quiet and they don't feel full when they hear them! Let's give them some extra ingredients, haha!"

He groaned in the communication channel, led the flying mosquitoes, and reached out excitedly to turn on the buzzer switch.

The long and piercing sound resounded in the air, like the horn of death.

Ten aerial bombs weighing one hundred kilograms fell from the sky one after another, and a rain of death poured down on the ground!

Most of the pilots in the Goblin Corps are agile players, especially the pilots who perform bombing missions. Most of their serial levels have been upgraded to the third stage and their first talent has been unlocked.

Under the noses of these pilots, the ground targets were not only as slow as ants, but they could also clearly see the expressions of fear on their faces.

High agility improves pilots' vision and reaction speed, allowing them to fly the plane as if it were flying.

Every express delivery can be delivered accurately to the place where it is needed most!

Even better than AI!

Without the cover of anti-aircraft firepower and faced with aerial bombs falling from the sky, the entire battle completely turned into a one-sided massacre.

The deafening roar resounded throughout the wilderness, and the flames and thick smoke of the explosion spread all over the position.

The tents in each camp instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire. Countless clone soldiers were burned to ashes without even seeing their enemies, and fell to the ground with unfocused pupils.

A captain of ten struggled to put out the fire on his body, but no matter how he rolled on the ground, he could not stop the fire from getting bigger and bigger.

Captain Pellaeon, who was lucky enough to survive, struggled to stand up from the ground.

Paying attention to the shadows falling on the battlefield, he slowly raised his head to look at the sky, and at this moment his eyes froze on the ground in confusion.

At some point, the Heart of Steel emerged from the clouds and flew over the battlefield. The fortress flying in the sky was like a dark cloud.

Watching the long and thick cannon barrels slowly passing above his head, a trace of despair arose in his heart, and he felt that his soul was trembling.

All the battles he has experienced for a long time have been one-sided victories.

As the dominant side in asymmetric warfare, no one has ever been able to survive two rounds in front of the Legion, and no one can ride on top of him like Ya Tian...

At this time, his adjutant staggered towards him, holding a rifle.

"There is news from the forward post that an armored force is advancing from the G40-1 defense line in front of us...it is only less than five miles away from us."

After a pause, the adjutant said in a difficult voice.

"Sir...what should we do now?"

Pellaeon's Adam's apple twitched.

His loyalty to His Majesty the Marshal prevented him from saying anything depressing, but the cruel facts were before him...

It's over.

His shoulders slowly dropped, and he withdrew his gaze from the sky.

"...Treat the wounded first."

The adjutant was stunned for a moment.

"But--"

Pellaeon handed the rifle to the adjutant, patted his shoulder, and limped away to the position that was burned by the fire without saying a word.

Just an airstrike.

The two hundred-man troops stationed near the command post have already suffered more than half of their casualties!

The remaining more than 100 people not only lacked ammunition, but most of them were injured. Not to mention resisting the attack of the alliance armored cluster, I'm afraid it would be difficult to even make a decent resistance.

Keep fighting.

It's no different than committing suicide...

As the Heart of Steel arrived over the battlefield, the Alliance's dive air raids had stopped.

Probably seeing that the victory was already over and not wanting to waste ammunition on unimportant places, the Alliance no longer dropped bombs on their positions, but chose to continue forward.

Pellaeon knew he had lost the battle.

And he lost inexplicably.

Except for the roaring propeller planes and the aerial bombs that dived with the planes, he didn't even see the Alliance's ground troops.

Is this really the alliance whose three thousand people were easily wiped out by the Pangolin Centurion? !

Looking at the messy camp, there was no look of frustration and despair in his pupils, only dullness and confusion.

What kind of "indigenous" are they fighting?

In the end, it was the alliance that deliberately hid its clumsiness.

Or is "Triumph" lying...

…

The bridge of the Iron Heart.

Chu Guang, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, stared at the smoke-filled battlefield.

This is the best seat to watch the battle. From where he is now, he can have a panoramic view of both the enemy and our positions.

"They surrendered." Looking at the white flag raised by the enemy headquarters, a hint of surprise appeared on Vanus's face.

Although the intensity of the alliance's firepower was one thing, what he didn't expect was that these people couldn't even last ten minutes.

It seems that compared with the expeditionary force sent to the Great Rift Valley, these clone regiments that have just been transferred from the rear to the front are still a little behind...

"The operation went even better than planned."

After taking a look at the time on the VM, Chu Guang showed a faint smile and continued, "Our soldiers completed their goal one hour earlier than expected."

According to the plan, the Burning Corps raided the command post of the No. 40 Thousand-Man Team under the cover of the Goblin Corps, and cooperated with the armored troops that broke through the frontline positions to annihilate the No. 40 Thousand-Man Team in one fell swoop.

But now it seems that their plan is still too conservative.

㦳So this is actually normal.

After all, most old players in "Wasteland OL" only remember the battle of the Legion Clone Corps a year ago.

Those clone soldiers who were fearless, cruel and bloodthirsty left a very deep impression on the players who were still in the land reclamation stage.

Even the crew of the Pioneer with exoskeletons and powered armor suffered greatly from the overwhelming numbers and firepower.

If the Pioneer hadn't used a tactical nuclear bomb to clear the area later, the final outcome would have been hard to say.

Most of the corps commanders came from that version.

Whether it was spring water or a mole, the group was extremely cautious when researching and formulating plans, and even prepared an emergency plan in case the airborne operation did not go smoothly and the wolf cavalry of the Death Corps was urgently deployed for support.

However, they probably forgot that at that time, not to mention aircraft and tanks, even automatic rifles had to be borrowed from friendly forces in the alliance. A captured bolt-action rifle could be used as a treasure.

And their friendly forces were not professional soldiers, but employees of the Overseas Business Department of the Silver Wing Group. Although they gained a lot of knowledge during the trip, they had really never been on the battlefield.

How does it look like now...

The Alliance Army not only has an automatic rifle per person and an awakened person per person, but the players leading the team are all veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles.

The Legion's clone group is still the same clone group.

But the alliance with more than a dozen corps is no longer what it used to be.

It wasn't even the Burning Legion's turn to appear. The Legion's 40th Thousand Soldiers raised the white flag amid the indiscriminate bombardment of the Goblin Corps.

At this time, the Skeleton Corps was still four kilometers away from the battlefield.

At this time, even if the Burning Corps continues to parachute, it will be a lonely jump, and they will have to work hard to take people back to the airport and pack them again.

So Chu Guang falsely stopped the Burning Corps, which was eager to airborne, and ordered Formation B of the Goblin Corps to escort the transport aircraft formation back.

Standing next to Chu Guang, Vanus stared at the ground and thought for a long time, and then suddenly said.

"Since the enemy was caught off guard by us, we might as well be a little bolder and continue to expand the battlefield before they are ready to attack, advance the armored troops a hundred kilometers forward, and cooperate with the airborne troops to raid the 40,000th Regiment. "

Chu Guang's lips curled up into a smile.

"That's what I thought too."

Saying this, he stretched out his hand and tapped on his helmet.

"Notify the Death Corps so they can take action."

Xiao Qi's enthusiastic reply came quickly to his ears.

"okay!"

Looking at Vanus, who was standing next to Chu Guang and making suggestions, Finold, who was standing in the corner, swallowed, his face full of disbelief.

He originally thought that this Vanus was just like him, only serving the alliance out of desperation, but he did not expect that he was the only one who "suffered the consequences" and this guy really gave advice to the alliance.

This guy...

Are they really from Vaillant?

…

At the same time that the 40th Thousand Troops were defeated across the board, the 40th Thousand Troops headquarters in the rear was in a panic.

Staring at the red arrow on the strategic map, Soft frowned, his face alternating between surprise and solemnity.

He is the captain of the 40,000th team, and he just arrived in Luoxia Province a month ago. There were no stars on the epaulettes, and his military rank was below McClung, about two ranks below Griffin.

Although he didn't know much about the situation in the Far East, he could still understand the map after fighting for so many years.

Defense Area 40 will also be attacked by the alliance, and it will be an attack by military forces. This is something he never expected.

This means that the alliance has directly exposed its supply lines to the lower power projection range of defense zones 41 to 49.

He doesn't even need the 30,000 or 40,000 troops next door to take action. He only needs to dispatch two thousand-man troops from the deep area to cross the defense line and penetrate behind the alliance's offensive spearhead, which can put the alliance's frontline troops into a dilemma.

But...

He has a better way.

At this time, a messenger ran in from outside the camp, made a military salute and reported.

"The 40th Thousand Soldiers sent an urgent call! The frontline command post has been hit by an alliance air attack, requesting air support!"

Soft didn't look up.

The calloused index finger was placed on the map, moving along the road network, and finally stopped at a mountain col where the contour lines converged and tapped hard.

"Tell Pellaeon that they don't have to fight hard and retreat to the 330 heights while fighting, luring the alliance into our depth!"

"In addition, send a telegram to the 43rd, 45th, 47th, and 49th Thousand Troops, asking them to immediately move to the rear near Highland 330 and flank the alliance's offensive troops from the east and west!"

"The vacated defense areas 43, 45, 47, and 49 will be managed by the 42, 44, 46, and 48 thousand-man teams! Beware of alliance reinforcements coming from other directions!"

As he said that, a trace of excitement flashed between Soft's brows, and his right hand clenched into a fist and landed heavily on the red arrow on the map.

"Be sure to kill this intruding insect on this highway!"

Highland No. 330 is about 11 kilometers away from Oasis No. 3. The nearby contour lines fluctuate. The hilly terrain is the main area, and several important roads are concentrated on the mountainside.

Because it is close to an oasis, the vegetation there is relatively lusher than in other areas, and there are natural bunkers nearby to avoid the high-altitude view of the airship. It is a perfect ambush location.

Of course the Alliance commanders could see this as well.

But even if they knew, the Union forces could only continue to advance along this route. After all, no matter how dilapidated the road there is, it is still a walkable road.

Otherwise, if you go deep behind enemy lines and lose your mobility, you will be truly doomed.

Regarding his genius plan, Soft couldn't help but curl up with a satisfied smile.

Although the alliance is coming fiercely and is trying to attack one of its points with all its strength, he doesn't think there is anything to panic about.

Even a small slope can cause these barbarians to lose 3,000 lives, not to mention that the person standing in front of them at this moment is a team of 10,000 people.

Getting angry will only hasten their destruction.

After this battle, the alliance will definitely be severely weakened.

Soft couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in his heart.

I didn’t expect that when I first came to Luoxia Province, I would find such a big deal.

It looks like it won't be long before he gets another star on his epaulettes.

"yes!"

The Chuan soldiers performed a military salute and trotted out of the camp.

The staff officer standing aside frowned slightly, stared at the map and thought for a long time before saying.

"The 40th Thousand Troop is seriously short of ammunition, and the Alliance has pressed up the Iron Heart, so they may not be able to evacuate it on their own."

"It doesn't matter," Soft said nonchalantly, "The 40th Thousand Soldiers themselves are not the key to the plan. It doesn't matter if they haven't evacuated. As long as they can delay the alliance for a little while, that's enough."

"It would be best if we succeed in killing Pellaeon. With the reinforcements coming from both wings, we can beat the Alliance halfway up the hillside."

"If the excuse fails, then give Highland 330 to the alliance and fight them on the high ground!"

There was a surprised expression on the staff officer's face.

This is indeed a good idea.

But he always had an ominous premonition.

"What if the alliance troops arrive before the troops retreating to ambush?"

Upon hearing the staff officer's inquiry, Soft was slightly stunned, and then said without hesitation.

"This is impossible!"

"Even if Pellaeon doesn't gain even one second, the distance from Position 40 to Highland 330 is 30 kilometers longer than Defense Area 43!"

"No matter how fast their armored forces advance, they can't be faster than our troop carriers!"

The staff officer continued with a solemn expression.

"This is a general situation...the length of the road from Position 40 to Highland 330 is indeed longer than the adjacent Defense Area 43, but the distance to the front line is exactly the opposite, only less than 150 kilometers."

"I heard that the alliance is equipped with exoskeleton equipment supported by a large number of companies. If they separate part of the infantry from the road network and advance cross-country along the front line, it may only take one day to reach Highland 330."

"Split the troops deep behind enemy lines? Let the infantry go cross-country?"

Soft seemed to have heard something funny, and raised the corners of his mouth playfully, "Don't their exoskeletons need charging? You might as well say they came over in an airship."

Using airships to transport troops is indeed a problem. After all, anti-aircraft guns cannot break the airship's shield.

But that's all.

EMP bombs can paralyze the external parts of the airship, such as the propellers unfolding on the wings, causing the unpowered Steel Heart to drift or anchor.

And trying to lower the elevator right under their noses is like dreaming. Anti-aircraft guns can't hit an airship, and they can't hit such a big ladder?

Before the staff officer could speak, Soft continued.

"Not to mention that the 150-kilometer frontline distance has to go over at least ten mountains. There are also our outposts and air defense positions along the way."

"Even if they are all mutants, there is no way they can reach Highland 330 in front of our defense troops!"

"No way!"