This Game Is Too Realistic

Falcon City.

The once prosperous streets are now deserted.

Except for a few roads leading to the palace and military camps that remained open, the rest of the streets and alleys were filled with obstacles and bunkers.

Several workers worked hard to fix the scrap iron cast steel bars with rivets into a triangular pyramid-shaped horse. This was already their eleventh day.

The leader of the labor force told them that it could withstand Alliance tanks.

However, almost everyone felt that this was a waste of effort.

If even river embankments can't stop the tracks of Alliance tanks, what's the use of this improvised anti-tank and horse resistance?

They can completely knock down the houses on both sides of the street and then go around them.

"I heard that the town of Bicester fell."

A shirtless man wiped his sweat and put his tanned arm on a newly assembled anti-tank horse.

The workers nearby all looked over after hearing this, and an old man about forty years old muttered suspiciously.

"True or false?"

The man said in a determined tone.

"It's absolutely true! Yesterday I was working outside the city, and I saw with my own eyes a team withdrawing from Bicester Town..."

Regardless of whether they care about the progress of the war or not, the residents of Falcon City are no strangers to that fortress or general settlement.

Before the Wealands came here, they were economically weak and had never attempted to build a fortress in the desert.

It is precisely for this reason that the Falcon Royal Family often talks about the fortress standing in the desert, proving that the royal family's decision to join the Legion is an extremely heroic decision, proving that the Legion's advanced construction technology proves that the Falcon Kingdom and the Friendship between legions...

And this is indeed the case. Until half a month ago, Bicester Town played the role of a frontline logistics hub.

No one can believe that that mighty fortress fell so easily...

"Bicester... even there fell."

"Are the Alliance people coming to kill you?"

"I heard that all the members of that alliance are wastelanders who drink blood and live in poverty. They have been living in a poor and barbaric abandoned land since they came out... The spirit of the sand sea is above, God knows that those barbarians will destroy His Majesty's palace when they come. What kind of thing.”

Everyone was talking in whispers.

A boy with a waxy red face asked nervously.

"Army, where's the legion?"

Those tall Weiland people still made him feel safe.

Listening to the radio, reinforcements from the west are coming soon. As long as they hold on, the alliance will soon be overwhelmed by tens of thousands of tanks.

However, the adults seemed not to believe those words at all.

The dark-skinned man shook his head.

"The Vaillant people have rearranged the three-layer defense line, but I'm fed up with it...the withdrawal from Oasis No. 3 is less than half. I think this battle is almost over."

Hearing this, the old man on the side was frightened and quickly covered his mouth.

"Shhh! Shut up, be careful not to be overheard by the patrolling guards!"

A resident wearing a turban stared at him angrily and said.

"Rumor! It must be a rumor!"

This statement was quickly echoed.

"That's right! Your Majesty is the chosen warrior, how could he lose!"

The dark-skinned man seemed to realize that he had made a mistake, and quickly changed his words to make amends.

"I said it was over, but I didn't say we had lost... I meant that the alliance would be over soon. In the end, of course, His Majesty Yingzai Shenwu won."

However, even the most devout believers do not believe this.

At this time, the patrolling guards were coming from a distance. Everyone quickly stopped talking and went to their posts to continue working.

"...Is there still a need to patrol? It feels like there are not many people in this city anymore." The guard carrying a rifle yawned and glanced at the laborers who were working conscientiously.

These days are definitely the most peaceful days in Falcon City.

There are no thieves.

There are no robbers.

Not even pedestrians.

From men as young as 12 years old to 46-year-old men, all those who could handle a gun were sent to military camps or to labor camps.

Apart from His Majesty the King's court, there probably won't be many idle people in the entire Falcon City.

"The purpose of patrolling is not to catch criminals, but to find fish that have slipped through the net." The slightly older guard glanced at the corner and alley, and was about to go in and take a look.

At this moment, a harsh alarm suddenly came from the distance.

"Fuck! Air strike?!"

He was not the only one whose expression changed wildly. The workers who were building bunkers on the street also dropped their tools and ran into the alleys on the street looking for bunkers as if they were dying.

I heard that Alliance aircraft are very tricky, just like sparrows, and the Velante radar can't catch them at all. Bombs will often fall soon after the air raid siren sounds.

However, this time there was something unusual.

After waiting for a long time, there was no explosion.

Not even a plane was seen.

Sensing something abnormal, the older guard couldn't help but frowned.

Dud?

Just when he was thinking this, white pieces of paper suddenly fell from the air.

"What's that?"

The young guard stretched out his hand curiously, caught a fallen piece of paper, unfolded it and took a look.

And this look doesn't matter.

Those lines of text made him stop breathing.

[A warning to the royal family of the Falcon Kingdom! We will carry out strategic bombing on the Falcon City palace, military camps and other facilities on the last day of this week. Surrender is your only way out, and stubborn resistance will only lead to your own destruction! 】

[Attachment 1: Residents in the city are asked to leave the warring area. If you are unable to leave, please stay at home to avoid being accidentally injured by stray bullets and explosion fragments. 】

[Attachment 2: Legion and Falcon Kingdom soldiers, officers and other combat units can avoid capture by surrendering to the alliance garrison with this leaflet. 】

[Appendix 3: (Air Raid Emergency Evacuation Guide), (Safe Zone Location)]

Alliance...

Already hit here?

Why is it never mentioned on the radio?

There was a trace of panic in his eyes, and he looked up at his senior officer, only to see that the officer was staring at the flyer in his hand, and he quickly threw it away as if he was electrocuted.

"Report, report, sir, I definitely don't have that, that -"

"Shut up."

The older guard glanced left and right and saw that no one was paying attention. He walked over and picked up the flyer that the young man dropped.

"We have to collect them and destroy them... You are in charge of that side," he pointed to the small alley next to him, "Go ahead."

The young guard breathed a sigh of relief, nodded cautiously, and trotted toward the alley.

The older guard glanced at the flyer in his hand, his eyes rested on the map with the safe zone, and he carefully noted its location. Then he stuffed the folded leaflet about the size of his thumb into his boot.

It is a serious crime to conceal enemy troops and drop leaflets.

But he still did it in a strange way.

Although his superiors have been brainwashing them repeatedly, the Falcon Kingdom's army, under the leadership of Prince William, has been advancing with great momentum, and has captured all the territories of the Lion Kingdom and the Hump Kingdom, but few people will listen to such nonsense. Believed.

The soldiers who came from the east all had faces full of fear and their pupils were dull and dull...

That doesn't look like what a winner should look like.

Not far away from him, the dark-skinned worker and the forty-year-old old man also carefully hid the flyers.

The two looked at each other, understanding each other tacitly.

Even if it's not for yourself.

Also for the defenseless families.

Amidst the harsh sound of air defense sirens, similar scenes were staged throughout the city...

At the same time, the Falcon Royal Family entered the palace.

Unlike the chaos and commotion on the street, it is unusually quiet here.

On the magnificent throne, the aging King Mongot stared expressionlessly at the neatly written list in his hand.

This is the list sent by the temporary court, and the records on it are the next batch of people to be executed.

When the war is going smoothly, there are often only one or two names on it. However, when the war situation begins to take a turn for the worse, sometimes there is not enough to write on one piece of paper.

Among these executed people.

Some are spies, some are deserters, and some are rebels who question the royal family's decision, or are simply dissidents who were sneaked in by political enemies during the chaos.

King Mongot knew very well that many people on the list in his hand must have been wronged, but he no longer had the heart to care about those boring questions.

He signed the list casually and impatiently threw it to the Guards officer.

"Send to Lord Cromwell."

The Earl of Cromway was the temporary president of the court appointed by him. His power overrides military courts and general courts, and he specializes in dealing with traitors.

"yes."

The captain of the Guards bowed and saluted solemnly, and took the list with both hands.

Mongot suddenly noticed that the hands stretched out in front of him were trembling slightly.

He raised his head and stared at the guard officer, his withered lips slowly opened and closed, and he called out the man's name.

"Myrdal."

The guard captain's shoulders trembled and he whispered.

"What's wrong...Your Majesty?"

"You're scared."

"I didn’t."

Seeing his confidant kneel down with a plop, Mengge's eyes suddenly filled with love, and he put his right hand on his shoulder and patted him gently.

"Don't worry, I made a promise to the people of Willant...and it was General Griffin who made the promise himself. He will bring us victory."

It's not just General Griffin who promises that.

His son William was also an outstanding marshal.

He has been preparing for this war for more than ten years, for the future of his people, and to fulfill the long-cherished wish of his ancestors...

He holds a full hand of cards and has no reason to lose.

Myrdal lowered his head, his Adam's apple twitching. He wanted to say something but didn't dare. He was blocked by the shadow, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

He knew it very well.

His Majesty has gone crazy before his eyes.

Not even His Majesty...

Everyone here is crazy.

Including himself.

"Yes..." Myrdal said respectfully.

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the palace, and an officer trotted in. He knelt on the ground and spoke quickly to report.

"Report to Your Majesty! The Alliance dropped leaflets in our city! They announced on the leaflets that they would launch an air strike on the last day of this week——"

"How could the Alliance plane fly to us!"

King Mongoth interrupted him with an unmistakable voice, and then spoke in an understatement.

"Bring it to me and see."

"yes!"

The officer stood up and took two steps forward in fear, and handed the crumpled leaflet in his hand to the captain of the Guards, who handed it to King Montgoth.

After receiving the flyer, Mengge just glanced at it lightly, snorted slightly, and raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"... Extremely arrogant."

After that, he crushed the flyer into a ball and threw it out.

Two months ago, William wrote to him that the fertile capital of the Lion Kingdom was still under siege by them. Even if the frontline battle situation suffered a slight defeat, the flames of war would not have reached the royal capital.

"The chief of city defense recommends that you take refuge in the underground palace..." Seeing that His Majesty the King was indifferent, the officer, sweating profusely, tried to persuade him to take refuge in the air defense bunker.

However, before he could finish his words, he was ruthlessly interrupted.

"I'm not going anywhere."

Looking down at the officer kneeling on the ground, Menggot clenched his fists, and a trace of madness flashed in his cloudy pupils.

"I want to see how the Alliance aircraft can pass through the thousands of troops under my command!"

…

Bicester Fortress.

Seeing a row of corpses hanging under the telephone pole, Elf King Fugui's expression was a little complicated, and it took him a long time to hold back a sigh.

"These people are quite cruel to their own people."

Irena said with a subtle expression.

"That's so normal."

Even the Vaillant people may not be Griffin's "own people", let alone these followers whose status is not much higher than cannon fodder.

The short-term victory concealed a series of unequal problems. The conquest of the Honey Badger Kingdom and the Lion Kingdom gave the slaves a brief sense of confidence in their superiors.

And when the victory could no longer last, all the hidden contradictions burst out like pus from an acne scar.

This kingdom has gone crazy...

From king to common people.

Fortunately, this is the end of the madness.

Trucks were driving in at the east gate of Bicester Fortress, and large quantities of building materials were sent here through Oasis No. 3.

According to the manager's order.

They want to fortify the town of Bicester, completely transform the fortress that serves as a supply hub into an offensive fortress, and deploy at least 100 155mm artillery pieces on a 5-kilometer-wide front to bring the border of the Falcon Kingdom within the artillery range. .

Not only that, large and small construction equipment imported from Ideal City were also sent here, including excavators, road rollers, etc.

According to the alliance, not only will a road be built from Oasis No. 3 to Bicester Town, but an airport will also be built to the east of the offensive fortress.

Military camp entrance.

With a fawning smile on his face, Videlir walked to the side of the mole and respectfully handed over the notebook in his hand.

"Sir, this is what you want."

The notebook records in detail the movements of every army passing through here, including numbers, personnel, supplies, and whereabouts.

This was something he spent the whole morning racking his brains to sort out.

Mole took a brief look at it and made a simple comparison with the information he collected from Wedelir's adjutant.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he nodded.

"Well done, you're free."

Videlir stood motionless.

The Mole looked at him and raised his eyebrows.

"Didn't you understand what I said?"

Videlir quickly explained.

"No, no, sir... I just want to stay and serve you."

"Work for me?" Mole looked at this guy curiously, wondering what kind of drama he was performing.

Seeing the questioning look of the regiment leader, Wedelier nodded quickly and said righteously, "Yes, sir! The Wilantes have kidnapped our king and controlled our country. They have committed crimes in this desert. A crime that angers humans and gods... Although I am not talented, I am still willing to stand on the side of justice and conscience and contribute to the alliance! "

He's not stupid.

The Falcon Kingdom is doomed.

For a baron like him who is neither high nor low, and has no blood relatives in other kingdoms who can help him, he will die no matter where he goes, so he might as well make a living with the alliance.

I don't like this opportunistic guy very much. Mole didn't want to agree at first, but then he thought about it and it would be good to have an obedient local guide following him.

Although the Skeleton Corps' next mission is mainly to contain and feint attacks, and the Alliance will not occupy the No. 2 Oasis due to strategic considerations, Bicester Castle will remain the nail in the belly of the No. 2 Oasis.

When this battle is over, many refugees from Oasis No. 2 may pass by here...

Thinking of this, he nodded.

"Okay, then you can keep it."

Wedelir was overjoyed when he heard this. If he hadn't figured out that this eccentric gentleman didn't like others kneeling, he would have knelt down on the spot to thank Zai Zao.

The adjutant standing aside was not as discerning as him, so he knelt down without thinking.

"I am also willing to follow the footsteps of the alliance and work hard for the alliance and the managers..."

"Get up," Mole said with black lines on his head, "Don't keep kneeling, we won't do this."

Before the adjutant could recover, Wedelier, who was standing next to him, quickly kicked his ass.

"Did you hear that? Let me get up."

This kick somewhat smells like writing a public letter to avenge a private vendetta.

He didn't forget that these dogs took off his clothes as a white flag.

"Yes Yes!"

The adjutant looked aggrieved and said to himself that I didn't learn this from you, but in the end he still didn't dare to say what was in his heart and quickly stood up obediently.

After completely assuming a new identity, Wedelir did not regard himself as an outsider at all, and approached the mole diligently and asked.

"Sir, when are we going to teach those big noses a lesson? I already dislike them!"

said the Mole impatiently.

"Of course we have our plan. If you can't wait any longer, get a gun and go charge at them."

As soon as he heard this, Wedelir's enthusiasm suddenly felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on him. He smiled awkwardly, closed his mouth and stopped talking...

…

Although Videl wanted to lie down and lick the soles of his shoes, Mole did not completely trust this flamboyant guy.

After reporting the news to the manager, he assigned the licking dog the identity of a boss and sent him to work on the ground east of Bicester Town.

No way.

It's so disgusting to watch every day.

Although I wish my opponents were all weaklings like this, it turns out that a warrior like Rachel is more respectable.

Unlike Mole's distaste, Wedelier was very satisfied with this new work, even to the point of being moved.

When he was the captain of the labor force, he always went to the front line and served as cannon fodder.

It seems that the Alliance does treat prisoners as kindly as rumored.

It's a pity that he is not handsome William.

Otherwise, he must lead the entire Falcon Kingdom army to surrender and end this stupid and futureless war as soon as possible.

…

It’s the third day after entering the Shi team.

Seeing another group of trucks passing the checkpoint not far away, the adjutant standing next to Wedelir muttered.

"Does the Alliance plan to stay here forever?"

Trucks have been coming in these days, and planes are landing one after another, unloading enough supplies to support several teams of ten thousand people.

But there was no sign of the Alliance army continuing to move forward.

Everyone in the former labor team guessed that the alliance planned to catch the Legion off guard, but the result was not like this at all.

Wedelir also looked confused.

However, he is an honest person and knows that it is best not to interfere with things that you should not know.

After kicking the adjutant's ass, he cursed in a low voice.

"Young master, you're looking around, hurry up and get to work!"

The adjutant immediately shut his mouth, glared at this guy fiercely, didn't dare to say anything, and just dug a hole.

…

Wedelir and his "friends" weren't the only ones confused by the Alliance's actions.

There is also General Griffin, the commander-in-chief of the legion stationed in Luoxia Province.

He stared at the map on the table with his brows furrowed, a trace of obvious confusion written on his face.

As he expected, the Alliance captured Bicester Fortress.

However, what he couldn't understand was that the Alliance armored forces that had knocked on the door of Oasis No. 2 did not continue to move forward as he had imagined, but stopped where they were.

Not only that, according to reports from the frontline reconnaissance forces, a large number of trucks and long-distance equipment were transported into Bicester Town, seemingly to consolidate the local infrastructure.

This confused Griffin even more.

After regrouping his troops, he was already prepared for a decisive battle with the Alliance, and even he himself was prepared to die generously.

However, the alliance, which had been in a blitzkrieg posture a few days ago, suddenly stopped fighting.

This couldn't help but make him feel like he had nowhere to go.

What do these guys want to do? ? ?

"...According to the news from the frontline reconnaissance force, planes have frequently landed near Bicester Town recently." Standing next to the command table, the staff officer who knew nothing about Griffin's plan said in a deep voice.

"Orca?"

"Not only...there are also quite a few propeller planes."

Griffin frowned.

“Is there an airport in Bicester?”

Was it recently repaired?

Propeller aircraft don't have high requirements for airports, but didn't they change the runway on the Iron Heart?

Why do we need to build another airport on the front line...

This sudden caution always gave him an ominous premonition, especially the information about a large number of planes landing near Bicester Town made him feel even more satisfied.

Although he didn't care what methods the alliance used, as long as he completed "that plan" before the end of the month, he still couldn't get rid of the ominous premonition in his heart.

At this moment, Chuanbing soldiers came running in from outside.

"Report! There is news from the Royal Capital that the Alliance has dropped leaflets from the sky above the Royal Capital, announcing that it will carry out strategic bombing of Falcon City on the last day of this week!"

Last day of the week.

That is, the day after tomorrow?

Griffin suddenly thought of something, his pupils shrank slightly, he glanced at the map, and then quickly looked at the staff officer beside him.

"Which army is closest to Falcon City?"

The staff officer was stunned for a moment and replied immediately.

"It's the Falcon Kingdom's 0000th team that retreated to rest... They are about two days away from the capital."

For the decisive battle with the Alliance.

They have concentrated all their forces on the border of Oasis No. 2, and the only ones left behind are the disabled retinue troops.

Griffin's heart tightened and he hurriedly exited.

"Let them go to Falcon City immediately! They must arrive within two days!"

Heading to Falcon City?

The officers standing around were stunned.

It is at least three to four kilometers from the front line to Falcon City.

They know that the Alliance's airborne troops are very strong, and General Soft of the 40,000th Army fell into the hands of the "Burning Corps".

But it’s not like we can attack the city with paratroopers, right?

The city defense troops and royal guards stationed in Falcon City totaled five to six thousand people, and they were also protected by river embankments.

Want to conquer such a fortress...

How many planes will be needed?

What's more, with the "logistical self-sustainability" of the paratroopers, fighting a few kilometers away from reinforcements and supply lines, what is the difference between that and risking death?

However, seeing the gloomy expression on Griffin's face, the staff officer standing aside did not dare to ask any more questions and could only stand at attention and said.

"yes!"

Withdrawing his gaze from the staff officer, Griffin looked at the map again, his fists slowly clenching and unclenching, his face changing with uncertainty.

The Alliance built a temporary airport on the front line and assembled a large number of aircraft from the rear... This was obviously not for bombing targets within ten kilometers.

These guys are already famous!

He didn't understand why the alliance chose the riskiest plan instead of choosing the best option. However, the experience accumulated in the military for many years told him that when the other party made an unexpected move out of character, he must be wary that the other party might have mastered the original plan. Information you shouldn’t have.

"...the royal capital."

Griffin chewed the word over and over again and muttered it softly as he stared at the map.

"What do you want to do?"

at the same time.

The desert on the southeast side of Oasis No. 2.

The Steel Heart, which had sailed for several kilometers in no-man's land, finally emerged from the howling wind and yellow sand.

Inside the bridge.

General McClun was staring at the man in power armor with a livid face, his eyes flashing with hatred and anger, but he did not dare to say a word.

He didn't expect that one day he would return to the airship in this form.

This reminded him of that shameful memory...

Finold, who was standing in the corner, didn't dare to look at him, so he found a crack in the ground to distract himself.

General McClure didn't pay attention to himself at all, his eyes were entirely focused on that man's figure.

"What did you want to do by bringing me here?" Finally unable to hold back his hatred, McClun said through gritted teeth.

Not paying attention to his hateful eyes, Chu Guangmin replied in a relaxed tone.

"You are invited to watch the finale."

"The ending?" McClun was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "Isn't it too early to talk big?"

Looking at his pretended to be calm face, Chu Guang teased him with a smile.

"Be happy, you will be reunited with your old friends soon."

"The Legion will not surrender." McClun stared at him, "Never."

"Is it?"

Chu Guang smiled faintly, did not respond to his feeble struggle, and cast his gaze out the floor-to-ceiling window.

The green outline gradually emerged behind the misty yellow sand, imprinting the looming horizon in the distance.

From the bone-chewing chaos sweeping across the river valley, to the flames burning on the Luoxia River...

The day of reckoning has finally arrived.

After this battle, the alliance will usher in a long-lasting peace.

As a dedicated planner who loves his job, he has to spend some time to conceive of a new version.

But before this——

"It's time to end this war."