This Game Is Too Realistic

The Corps is stationed at the headquarters of Luoxiating Province.

When he learned that the command post of the 40,000th Army had been captured by the Alliance airborne troops, Geffen felt a buzz in his head while standing in front of the strategic map, and his consciousness was in a trance for a moment.

He imagined that the war would not progress smoothly when supplies were scarce.

I also thought that the alliance might have ignored his delaying strategy from the beginning and issued the ultimatum on its own, which would have given him less than thirty days.

But he never expected that the frontline troops would be defeated so quickly that the preparations made in the past nearly a month now looked like a joke.

After coming back to his senses, Griffin looked at the correspondent standing at the door and said in a stiff voice.

"Occupying the command post of the 40,000th Army...is it the Alliance's airborne troops, the Burning Corps?"

The correspondent moved his stiff neck and nodded.

"That's what General Soft said on the phone..."

And according to the report of the Falcon Kingdom's 1st Aviation Squadron, they did see the Alliance transport plane heading towards the command post of the 40,000th Army.

In order to ensure that the airborne troops could land smoothly, the alliance even dispatched nearly 80 fighter jets to escort them.

The centurion named Arcante claimed to have led his men to shoot down more than seventy aircraft...but it sounded like bragging no matter how he sounded.

Griffin was silent for a while and continued to ask.

"What else did he say?"

The correspondent nervously closed his mouth and did not dare to speak.

Before hanging up the phone, Soft emotionally scolded Griffin on the communication channel and said, "This is a damn skunk."

Obviously these words cannot be said in this situation.

Geffen did not continue to ask, and took a deep breath to calm down.

This time it was indeed his fault.

He did not expect that the alliance would be so aggressive. Before position 330 was captured, they launched a surprise attack on the command post of the 40,000th Army.

Normal people would think that the command post cannot only have a few officers giving orders, but it would also be equipped with a subordinate force of a thousand-man team to provide support.

If you want to use airborne troops to defeat a well-prepared army of 1,000 troops, you will have to prepare at least two troops of more than 1,000 troops.

However, the alliance did not follow the routine and risked losing the entire thousand-man team to nothing, and then threw away the airborne troops.

What made him even more confused was that at the same time that the alliance captured the frontline command post, Highland No. 330, which was stationed by the Thousand People's Army, was also captured by them!

"Then what is on Highland 330?" The staff officer standing aside frowned and asked a question that Geffen couldn't figure out.

"I don't know, frontline communications have not been restored at all. The last message sent from General Soft indicated that they planned to retreat in the direction of the 50,000th Army, hoping that the 50th and 30th Thousand Army units could take over 40 to 49 No. defense area...and then there was no news.”

The correspondent shook his head and spoke quickly while giving General Griffin a cautious look.

The expression on his face was as heavy as water, as if a terrible storm was brewing, as if it would burst into thunderous rage in the next second.

However, Griffin did not vent his anger on an insignificant person like him.

After a long silence, the battle-hardened general slowly spoke.

"What time is it now?"

All the officers around looked at each other.

No one dared to answer.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the adjutant could only speak bravely, even though he was reluctant.

"Report! The time is now 10:21."

Gefen's Adam's apple twitched.

"Twelve hours..."

He looked at the officers standing nearby.

"Not even that."

When no one answered, he continued.

"Ten thousand people are lined up on a 20-kilometer front. My request to them is just to hold on for a while. When retreating, don't retreat so fast. Use the defensive positions along the way to cause some trouble for the alliance, so I deliberately stayed behind. It takes only twelve hours to lose one hundred and fifty kilometers of depth... But Soft gave me the answer: twelve hours!"

"Even if there are 10,000 pigs! Throw them into those mountains and let the Alliance and Enterprise people catch them, they won't be able to hold on for a day! These wastes! What a waste! They can do nothing but eat havoc. I won’t be a pig either!”

At first, Gefen's tone and volume were relatively restrained, but as his emotions gradually grew, his voice became louder and louder, and his emotions became more and more excited.

He hit the map hard with his right fist, making a muffled sound, knocking the cup on the corner of the table to the ground, and water spilled all over the floor.

Everyone stood silently beside the table. The staff officer, whose shoes were wet, did not dare to say a word and could only stand silently.

They knew exactly why Griffin was so angry.

In this battle, they went not only with a 40,000-person team, but also a front line of nearly 50 kilometers from Section 40 to 49, and this front extended back to a strategic depth of 150 kilometers!

If that idiot Fansoft could persist for even three days - or even two days, they wouldn't be as passive as they are now.

It's better now.

A big hole was poked in the defense line.

No one should keep a "nail in their pocket" now, as the nail is about to hit them in the face.

"Maybe the clones haven't put up any defense -" trying to suppress General Fen's anger, the adjutant was sweating profusely and tried to explain, but was interrupted mid-sentence.

"Those pigs haven't fought a defensive battle, and neither have you!"

After cursing, Griffin took another breath to calm down.

The frontline command must be primarily responsible for such a rapid retreat, but the responsibility on his side is not small either.

But now is not the time to study who has the bigger pot.

He knows it very well.

I have no time to hesitate.

After a while, he stopped talking.

"Inform all frontline departments to implement Plan No. 2 as planned!"

Hearing this sentence, all the officers had surprised expressions on their faces.

Plan No. 2 is to retreat to Oasis No. 2, and pull the alliance to the land of the Falcon Kingdom to start a decisive battle with them.

This means that they have to give up the No. 3 oasis they finally obtained.

Although Griffin had already negotiated with them before, if the Alliance's offensive exceeded their expectations, they might have to abandon the occupied area and continue to retreat, but at that time almost no one thought that this would actually happen.

After all, they still have an army of 100,000 in their hands.

Even if the situation is no longer optimistic, it is enough to retreat to the middle of the No. 3 Oasis to re-build the defense line, and the entire No. 3 Oasis will not be released.

If they really get to this point, they will not only be in trouble strategically, but also outside the battlefield.

If they let the rear know that they had lost all the battlefields they had obtained in Luoxiata Province, there would be even less resources and support that could be allocated to their theater.

No matter from the perspective of a corps commander or a marshal, it is impossible to invest unlimited resources in a plan that is going bankrupt.

"... If we continue to stay here, we can only wait to be divided and surrounded by them. If we retreat to Oasis No. 2, we still have a chance to counterattack."

After a moment of pause, Griffin suddenly remembered that there was another Saber on duty outside, so he looked to the side at the Army Aviation Commander.

"Where's Yukar? Have we returned with our sabers?"

The officer immediately stood up and said nervously.

"...it flew out of the communication range before, and the last signal was near Oasis No. 8. There is no news yet."

Although this conservative answer seems to leave a little room for maneuver, the hope that anyone can hear it is already slim.

The reason is simple.

Jets simply don't have enough fuel to last that long.

He hasn't come back yet, so there is only one possibility left.

Griffin closed his eyes in pain.

Not only were they penetrated the defense line, but they also lost their only "Saber".

Although less than one-tenth of the battle force was lost, anyone with a discerning eye can see that they have already lost half of this battle...

…

Position G53.

Lying on the hospital bed to rest, the warlord had just finished the dinner that Miss Penny dropped by, when he learned from Colway about the "bad news" coming from the defense area next door.

"...the 40,000-man team has been completely wiped out. Defense zones 40 to 49 are all defended. Alliance tanks have already reached behind our butts."

"These losers... I thought they were stupid enough to lose during the day, but I didn't expect that I still underestimated their shame. They couldn't survive even one night!"

Colway cursed as he spoke, his tone full of anger.

However, after hearing what he said, the warlord who had been tense just now breathed a sigh of relief.

Still...

It seems that there is no doubt in his head.

His good brothers had given him so many heads before, and he always felt uneasy in his heart.

Especially when he saw on the official website that the various regiments were making such rapid progress in the defense area next door, it made him so nervous that he almost didn't finish his dinner.

But now it seems that my worries are purely unnecessary.

In fact, if you think about it, based on his performance over the past few years, there is nothing questionable about it. It's not that there are no undercover agents who have killed their own people, but it's really uncommon for undercover agents like him to kill their own people without blinking an eye.

Not to mention that other than the fact that he ate too much and drank too much, there was nothing suspicious about him, and his behavior was more normal than normal.

If even he can be a second grader, then everyone in the army will be a second grader.

After quietly listening to Colway's complaints, Warlander asked while he was breathing.

"Does the headquarters have any new arrangements?"

Colway didn't hide it, he simply said.

"Plan No. 2."

Warlander: "Plan No. 2?"

Colway explained succinctly.

"To put it simply, abandon Oasis No. 3 and retreat to Oasis No. 2 to reorganize defense... At present, this is the most effective method. Alliance tanks have torn open our pockets. Since the pockets cannot be closed, we can only Throw it away."

The warlord actually really wanted to say that he didn't need to "simply explain it", he could just expand it and explain it in detail. He could remember it even if he didn't understand it.

However, he soon realized that his commander was just a commander and could not possibly understand the entire deployment of Plan No. 2. It would be in vain for him to ask, and he might be suspected.

Being able to find out the opponent's macro-movements is already very good. The brothers of the Burning Corps will naturally find a way to catch the big fish from next door and pry out the specific details of Plan No. 2.

So the warlord continued to play the role of the pangolin who was ruthless and didn't talk much, speaking concisely and concisely.

"You just need to tell me what you want me to do."

A gentle smile appeared on Colway's face.

"You don't need to do anything now. The only thing you have to do is to recover from your injuries and strive for a speedy recovery... By the way, I almost forgot to tell you the good news."

Seeing the happy expression on his face, the warlord asked.

"Have you been promoted again?"

Colway said with a smile.

"It's not me, it's you who got promoted."

The warlord was stunned for a moment.

"I?"

Colway nodded, cleared his throat and continued.

"In view of your outstanding performance on the front line, my boss plans to transfer you to the officer corps as a consultant to cooperate with the instructors in training the frontline officers of our 10,000-person team. It is the fault of those trash in the 40,000-person team. Now the command headquarters seriously doubts the front line To improve the combat effectiveness of the troops, frontline troops at all levels are required to conduct training for grassroots officers... If those useless losers were half as powerful as you, they wouldn't be so embarrassed!"

When he said this, Colway couldn't help but cursed a few unintelligible couplets.

Upon hearing this arrangement, the warlord breathed a sigh of relief.

The 40,000th Army was next door to them, and the nearest position was less than ten kilometers away from them. If Griffin ordered them to cut off the rear, then he would probably be the undercover for the rest of his life.

But looking at it now, Planner Gou probably didn't want him to get the power armor so easily, so the undercover agent would probably have to continue working.

"If we lose, what about the position here? Should we just leave it alone?"

Colway was silent for a while and gave an ambiguous answer.

"Some people will leave, and some people will stay."

The warlord was slightly stunned.

But he soon understood the meaning of this sentence.

There are many officers in the front-line troops who have been promoted from the army, including other adjutants, buglers, flag-bearers, etc.

They will not receive an order to retreat, but will stay in place to defend with their clone troops, blocking the pursuing Alliance forces, and at the same time giving the Alliance the illusion that they have not retreated yet.

Thinking of this, a hint of understanding suddenly appeared in Warfield Man's eyes.

No wonder he was suddenly transferred from the front-line combat unit to the 10,000-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-person officer corps.

I'm afraid the seventh troop is one of the troops that stayed behind to break up the rear!

But what surprised him was that when he said these words, there was a trace of complicated emotions in Colway's eyes.

When this guy was in the valley province, he never cared about the life and death of his followers.

Having been deep into the legion for a long time, he knows better than any player that in the eyes of most Valantians, aliens are just a stepping stone for them to conquer the world, and are just a consumable that is more flexible than clone cannon fodder.

As a pure-blooded Valantian, Coleway is no exception. Why is he suddenly interested now?

Just when the warlord was wondering, Colway, who was standing by the bed, suddenly looked out the window and said in a complicated tone.

"I don't take their sacrifices for granted. Although they are not Weilant people, they are also warriors..."

As he said that, Colway looked at the bed-ridden pangolin.

"But there are some things that I can't decide. I hope you can understand."

The warlord nodded.

"Yeah, I understand."

Is this because he is worried about his subordinates on position G53-7?

This worry is actually completely unnecessary.

He knew his identity as an undercover agent very well, and he would not be so involved in the drama that he would feel the same way as those cheap subordinates whom he had only known for less than half a month.

If those people were smarter, they would lay down their weapons and surrender when the alliance came.

If they feel that they are good just because they followed them and played a few tailwind games...

Then let them see the true strength of the Alliance Army.

However, the warlord didn't know what he was doing, but in Colway's eyes, his sensible look made people feel guilty.

The feeling of losing my robe is not painful.

Colway himself understands this very well.

For example, his former immediate boss, Captain Rachel of the Air Marine Corps.

Although he only nodded with that guy, when he learned that he did not retreat with McClun, but died heroically in Ruigu City, he was still depressed for a few days.

"In short... I don't look down on the aliens who fight alongside me. The soldiers who are willing to unite under the banner of the legion to restore order are completely different from those wastelanders who are willing to fall into chaos. An order is an order. It’s all for the greater good.”

As he put on his officer's hat, Colway put on a gentle tone and continued talking.

"Take some rest, Tuotu. I will come see you again when we leave."

The Warlander nodded quietly.

If there is no more exciting news, he should go offline to share the exciting new information with his brothers...

…

Just when the top brass of the Army Corps stationed in Luoxia Province were worried about the chaos on the front line, in the official website of another world far away, countless people and silly netizens were also paying attention to this "national war activity."㱕Latest developments.

Although most of the frontline players are not offline yet, there will always be someone who actively or passively disconnects, bringing first-hand battle reports from the frontline to online players on the forum and professional players behind the scenes. .

When it was learned that the closed beta players had annihilated a division of the legion in less than half a day, the entire forum was shocked.

Ba Yu Wenwen: "Fuck! Awesome!!!"

Nanfeng Yuge: "You defeated a division in a long time?! Are you fake?!"

Armored Warrior: "It's really ridiculous. To be honest, even if ten thousand people line up to send their heads to the front, it will still take a few days, right?"

Walking alone: ​​"+1, not to mention that these ten thousand people are scattered across 3,000 square meters of the Gobi Desert."

Professor Yang, the King of Thunder and Lightning: "You don't understand this. Modern warfare is about organization and struggle is about logistics. It's no longer the same old thing as lining up to shoot. The key is to win a key battle at the right time and place. Killing a few people is too much."

"In my opinion, the reason why the legion lost so quickly is because the tactical width and strategic depth were too large. There are only a few roads in the 3,000 square kilometers of Gobi Desert, and the road conditions are different from those of Afghanistan. There is a comparison. Which unit will go to which direction at what time, when and where the logistics supplies will be delivered, whether the post ten kilometers away is the enemy or your own, where the artillery will fire... these are all It must be dispatched by the unified command system.”

"Without the unified dispatch from the frontline headquarters, it would be impossible to command them solely by relying on the airdrop orders from the general headquarters."

After analyzing the reasons for the legion's failure, Professor Yang's rhetoric really frightened many netizens who didn't know the truth.

Some of you don’t believe his bragging.

A cheerful netizen said: "Why are you bragging? How many divisions have you commanded?"

Lightning Dharma King Professor Yang: "Ahem, isn't this game just for bragging? What the hell are you talking about me? How many have you commanded yourself?"

What can Ye Ao do to me? "Smile, you're all bullshit. I've said it before, there's not a single normal person on this forum!"

Tyrannosaurus Warrior: "Which Tuo Xin boss can give me a helmet? Please! T.T"

Everyone was talking about the battle situation on the front line. Some people were talking about it, some were saying it was unscientific, and the excitement was just like a festival.

However, even with so many knowledgeable people analyzing it, the topic of the progress of the war was still overshadowed by a post posted by a certain pilot.

According to the player's description, he handed the "Dragonfly" transport aircraft to the ground crew and then went to the canteen to cook.

As a result, as soon as he came out of the cafeteria, he saw an airplane that was supposed to be parked in the hangar, but actually drove onto the runway and took off!

At first, everyone expressed disbelief, and even the players at the airport doubted whether this guy directed and acted on his own.

Accidents caused by power short circuits have not happened before. This is the first time that an airplane has started to run or fly on its own due to a short circuit.

No matter how you put it, the take-off posture is too skilled. It is impossible to be so skilled and natural after only a few hours of flying time.

Ward's athlete's foot Levin: "It's weird... It's logically impossible? After a short circuit accident happened before, we specially designed a new circuit for the machine head."

WC is really full of mosquitoes: "You guys are not good at technology, wait and see, one day when I am free, I will take my brothers from the factory to think about big airplanes. (Funny)"

Who has Ward's athlete's foot? Levine: "Come on. (Rolls eyes)"

Ya'er, I need to go to the toilet and asked: "That's right! Our 81 Factory is building airplanes after all! You, the coffin maker, don't come and join in the fun!"

WC is really full of mosquitoes: "MMP! I have to show you my skills."

Tails: "Oooh! Do you want to get out the Gundam? (✪ω✪)"

Ye Shi: "Don't tell me, this guy really did it... In the end, we helped him get it out. (Funny)"

WC really has mosquitoes: "Get out! That was an accident! And that thing was not meant for people to wear... But then again, we did see that transport plane you were talking about."

Guigui: "Yes, and I also saw something sticking out from the cabin, and it directly penetrated the cockpit of the Eagle fighter jet that was approaching."

Feng Qing: "?! So powerful? (Surprised)"

WC really has mosquitoes: "Well, the plane that was hit looked like it was possessed by an evil spirit, so it turned around and sent the teammates away... The most outrageous thing is that the two evil-like aircraft were flying pretty well," He showed off a wave of Immelman maneuvers in the air, like a master!"

Ye Shi: "Does the Falcon Kingdom have such pilots?"

WC really has mosquitoes: "There is a hammer. I suspect that they have never encountered an opponent in actual combat before they met us, so they only have equipment to take advantage."

But he had to admit that there were a few pilots on the other side who had something to say, and even he found it a bit tricky.

At this moment, another ace pilot from the alliance suddenly appeared.

Luo Yu: "Ahem, whoever is free in the cauldron...come and pick me up."

"Fuck! Luo Yu! Are you finally down?"

WC really has mosquitoes: "Where are you? No, where did you fall?"

Irena: "Can you still find a VM? If you can't find it, just buy a new one, and we won't have to worry about it. (Funny)"

Luo Yu: "Gan! Don't say that I feel like I'm dead! I'm still alive! (Crazy)"

As soon as I saw this sentence, the post immediately went viral, with dozens of posts being viewed in an instant.

Ye Shi: "???"

Quit smoking: "Damn it! You're actually still alive?!"

Fang Chang: "Well, it's really unscientific... What kind of bug is this?"

Luo Yu: "Zhuo! It's not like something happens to me every time! It's just occasionally!"

Guangfeng: "(squinting smile)"

Luo Yu: "But when it comes to BUG, ​​I'm really not sure if it counts."

Fang Chang: "Tell me and listen."

Luo Yu: "Well, I was having a fierce fight with the Saber on the other side, and an Eagle suddenly jumped in. I thought it was over, but it didn't fire at me. It was aimed at that The Saber fired an entire magazine."

Guigui: "Oh oh oh, it should be that one! There was an Eagle that followed our transport plane before."

Luo Yu: "Transport plane? I didn't see it..."

Lao Bai: "Where is your parachute?"

Luo Yu: "It looks like it's near the Golden Lizard Kingdom. The exact location is unclear... I was floating in the sky and haven't come down yet. I probably took a picture, but there was no signal and it couldn't be transmitted."

Makabazi: "Hahahaha."

Fang Chang: "Can you see the Heart of Steel?"

Luo Yu: "I can't see... but I did see a lot of mountains. Maybe we are almost to the valley province."

After finishing speaking, he immediately added another sentence.

"By the way, the Falcon also landed nearby. It probably ran out of fuel...but it's strange that the pilot didn't parachute and went down with the plane."

Fang Chang: "Well, it's probably far enough away, at least to the edge of Luoxia Province."

There are really mosquitoes in WC: "After you land, pay attention to the surrounding environment. We will send a plane to search near Oasis No. 8, and we should be able to find it."

Luo Yu: "Thank you! Brothers! T.T"

Fang Chang: "You're welcome, what would happen if it were Tuo Qi's Eagle Style? (Squinting)"

Ye Shi: "+1, otherwise the mosquitoes would advise you to just TP back to the city. (Funny)"

Luo Yu: "..."

These guys...

It’s too real!

At the same time, Chu Guang, who was peeking at the screen from another world in the distance, had a surprised expression on his face.

Tu guy.

He fixes bugs on the forum every day, but actually fixes the bug?

In fact, he had already learned about the situation of the transport plane from the ground crew before the players posted.

The Heart of Steel's anti-aircraft guns have even been aimed at it.

But because Chu Guang wanted to see what the transport plane was planning to do, he didn't let Xiao Qi shoot it down.

Now it seems that the situation seems to be more complicated than I imagined.

After pondering for a long time, Chu Guang suddenly spoke while staring at the holographic screen.

"What do you think that is?"

After a brief pause, an uncertain answer came to his ears.

"Hmm...could it be Xiao Yugan?"