This Game Is Too Realistic

Dusk gradually fell.

Outside the Horn Castle, in the endless wilderness, squatting in the trenches, the Lion Kingdom soldiers were eating dry food. Suddenly, they saw a white flag rising from the bunker in the distance.

At first the soldiers thought they had made a mistake.

When they found that there was no one on the opposite position, more and more talented people responded.

A veteran immediately stuffed the half-eaten dry food into his pocket, trotted to the back of the trench and reported it to the centurion.

"Report! The white flag has been raised at the Hornburg."

"white flag?!"

The centurion was shocked when he heard this. He immediately ran to the front line with a telescope and personally confirmed it, and found that it was indeed the white flag.

Not sure if it was a trap set by the legion, the centurion did not dare to neglect and immediately reported the news to his superiors.

In this way, after layers of reporting, the news quickly reached the Skeleton Corps.

After driving ten tanks to the front line, Mole raised his telescope and glanced at the defenses in the distance.

He had already learned about Griffin's death from his brothers in the field half an hour ago, and he was not surprised at all when the white flag was raised on the fortress.

The management of Far Falcon City has reached an agreement with the governor dispatched by the legion.

The Legion will give up its claim to Bicester Town, and in exchange, the Alliance will acquiesce to the more than 50,000 "virtual prisoners" in the Horn Castle, put down their weapons and leave the military fortress with dignity, and go to the northernmost river embankment of Oasis No. 2. Waiting for the ceasefire agreement to take effect.

Putting down the telescope, Mole looked at the Lion Kingdom soldiers standing aside and said:

"... Let the 17th Thousand Troops stationed north of the Horn Fort retreat and let these defeated generals leave."

"yes!"

The ordering soldier gave a military salute and immediately trotted towards the communication station.

Although the Army of the Lion Kingdom is nominally commanded by Prince Winter, it is actually co-commanded by the Alliance Army Command.

Even their radios were provided to them by the alliance.

The commander then glanced at the mole standing in the tank turret and asked you incomprehensively.

"Why don't we take the opportunity to annihilate them all?"

The canyon-escaping mole said casually.

"Griffin is dead."

The captain was stunned.

Their information channels have not heard anything like this at all.

"...Then isn't this a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?"

"War is a means, not an end," Mole squinted his eyes as he looked into the distance, and said casually, "This war is over, and you will be able to live together soon."

Several Lion Kingdom officers looked at each other.

They followed the Alliance army, chasing the Legion and the Falcon Kingdom all the way to here a thousand kilometers away.

Besides picking up prisoners along the way, many of them didn't even have a chance to see an enemy with a gun.

If you think carefully, in the past month or two, all offensive campaign bases have been surrounded by the Alliance's Skeleton Corps and Storm Corps.

Along the way, in addition to helping bring tea and water and supplies, they also dug holes, filled in lines, and cleaned the battlefield. Afterwards, they were attacking the other side and suddenly surrendered.

It's too easy to fight this battle, right?

It was beyond the imagination of these vassal country officers to find that the Alliance dogs were so comfortable.

Mole then looked at the other players who were looking forward curiously with their necks stretched out, and shouted in Mandarin.

"Brothers take turns to go offline to eat, and no one will be on the line for a while."

Mengxin, who was behind the tank, yawned and asked.

"Are there any activities tonight?"

"Didn't everyone on the other side vote?"

"You don't understand this. The legion is in such a hurry to escape. It's impossible to take away all the supplies, right?" Mole chuckled and said, "The management agreement only stipulates that we let them go. When will we withdraw?" They didn’t say we couldn’t visit their homes before retreating.”

It will take two days to negotiate a ceasefire agreement, right?

I don't think I could pick up much supplies and ammunition, and the pots and pans were all blown up by the mosquitoes, but the weapons and artillery and anti-aircraft guns of various calibers that were left behind can always be taken away, right?

There are also those spherical armored turrets, which are made of armored steel.

The alliance wants to build ships on the water in one day, and to engage in large-scale production in Xizhou City. There are many places to use alloys, and even scrap metal can be sold for a lot of money.

As for luck, don’t worry.

The entire army of the Lion Kingdom is used as a logistics force by the alliance. With tens of thousands of people helping out, even a little bit of movement by the moving ants can help it evacuate!

The cute newcomers on the side were stunned when they heard this.

"What the hell?! Is this true?"

"This is so unbecoming of a human being!"

"What's wrong?" Looking at the fuss made by these newbies, Irena smiled and teased, "How do you think we can save our tanks and artillery?"

Sitting in the driver's seat, Elf King Fugui said with a smile.

"I will drive a transport truck over here!"

Armored trucks carry heavy machine guns and ammunition and cannot tow much. They are certainly not as efficient as professional trucks in fighting the autumn wind.

Mole then waved his big hand.

"Stop the truck and bring the fellows from the Lion Kingdom along so they don't have to carry guns. Just pick them up on the Legion's position!"

Elf King Fugui chuckled.

"okay!"

…

Fort Bugle.

Less than two hours after Griffin's death, the entire fortress covering an area of ​​several square kilometers was deserted.

Under the order of the acting commander General Alec, the 50,000-strong army unloaded their weapons and withdrew to the north river embankment along the route designated by the alliance.

More than 50,000 clone soldiers will be left in the local area. After all, it is not economical to bring them with only a few years of life. It is better to help the Governor with construction, and they can be used as fertilizer after death, which can be regarded as making the best use of everything. .

Hundreds of Weiland officers and more than a thousand non-commissioned officers will return to Triumph City with the airship after the ceasefire agreement takes effect.

When I heard that I could finally go home, happiness was written on every tired face.

At the beginning, under the call of Griffin and the eastward expansion officers, they traveled thousands of miles to the East in search of treasure, glory and adventure.

After they came here, they discovered that this place was not a golden amusement park like they thought.

As for non-Vailant officers and non-commissioned officers, such as those who were promoted to the regular establishment due to special circumstances, they can voluntarily choose to stay.

If they choose to stay, they will receive a severance pay ranging from one thousand to fifty thousand dinars depending on their military rank. This is the usual practice.

But most people will choose Triumph City.

Although the people of Willant are full of xenophobia, the Triumph City is not that extreme.

Take slaves who have a lower status than foreigners as an example. Only in Triumph City can the laws of "Slaves not be executed at will" and "Slaves' rights to life and health protected" will be strictly enforced. Violation will result in huge fines. In serious cases, you may even be jailed.

As for the treatment of slaves in distant frontiers or noble manors, they would not be much better than cattle and sheep. Most governors or consuls would turn a blind eye to the life and death of foreigners.

If you retire with severance pay and stay in the same place, God knows what will happen in the future.

What's more, after fighting against the alliance's wolf-like army, almost all the soldiers and officers had some psychological shadow.

They just want to leave this place of right and wrong.

But...

Not everyone is so eager to leave.

At the entrance to the bunker in the center of the Horn Fort, the Willante soldier standing in the observation post glanced south, and immediately ducked into the bunker on the side.

They are Griffin's bodyguards.

During the previous retreat, General Alec ordered them to evacuate, but their commander Karloff refused to carry out the order of the acting commander, so everyone stayed.

Trotting up to Karloff, the soldier said nervously.

"Sir, the Alliance people are here."

Karloff nodded, walked out of the bunker expressionlessly, walked along the narrow concrete pit, and walked around to the observation post above the bunker.

The gate due south was blown open, and the roadblock in front of the gate was dragged to the side of the road by several soldiers. In the distance, trucks drove into the Horn Fort.

Before the truck could stop, the excited Lion Kingdom soldiers jumped out of the truck one by one. With the siren's greeting, they ran toward the nearby military camp and various defense areas, intending to search for the Wilantes before they could take them away in time. spoils of war.

Karloff watched quietly in the distance as tents were torn down and looted items were stuffed into trucks one after another. Full trucks drove away, and empty trucks drove in. He had no idea at all. Waves.

Those people are like hyenas sitting on a lion...

The soldier standing aside took a deep breath and looked at Karloff.

"Sir, we..."

Karloff looked at those people coldly.

"Ignore them."

Even if you want to, you can't.

They only have a few hundred people, and they are extremely short of ammunition. They can't get any benefits on the frontal battlefield, let alone being surrounded in a bunker.

The war is over.

He just wants to keep Griffin's body...

Just as Karloff was watching the soldiers searching for trophies, the soldiers searching for trophies soon discovered him at the observation post.

A newbie trotted up to the mole and reported to you.

"Boss! There are some Weirant people in front!"

Not leaving?

Mole raised his eyebrows.

"Take me through."

"okay!"

After following the player to the front, Mole glanced at the Wilante man standing in the observation post and introduced himself to his family in a concise and concise manner.

"Captain of the Skeleton Corps, Mole."

Karloff spoke slowly.

"General Griffin's personal guard, Karloff."

"Why don't you leave?" Mole glanced at the bunker with the door closed, and asked you with a half-smile, "Or is there some treasure inside."

Karloff was silent for a while, and finally chose to tell the truth.

"General Alec took away all the documents and burned them all. There is nothing here, only the body of my late commander. We were ordered to send him on his last journey."

"oh."

The Mole lost interest.

Think about it too.

Such a long time is enough to take away those really important things. As long as the acting commander is not mentally retarded, it is impossible to forget things in the bunker.

As for Griffin's body.

The survivors of Luoxia Province may want to drag this guy out and whip his corpse. He is not a survivor of Luoxia Province, but a player. He does not have such a deep sense of the suffering in the aftermath of the war. A corpse is even less interesting.

Out of curiosity, he asked casually.

"Oh, how did he die?"

"Stroke."

"Tsk, I don't want to say forget it," Mole shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "By the way, everything here belongs to us, do you have any objection?"

Karloff nodded silently.

"No objection."

Disposal of spoils, determination of the fate of the defeated, mercy and tolerance are the prerogatives of the victors, who are merely exercising their power.

Mole stared at the closed iron door twice, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

In the alliance's first military operation against the Luoxia Province, the headquarters diverted the Heart of Steel to the Capital of Fertility, and at the same time sent the Skeleton Corps to march towards Fang Yan in the Lost Valley.

At this critical juncture, Geffen predicted that the Alliance had obtained its own intelligence, and took advantage of the plan, gathering all armored forces to deploy in advance to set up an ambush on the east side of Lost Valley.

Even looking back now, Mole had to admire that guy was a genius.

At that time, his Skeleton Corps was caught off guard.

If it weren't for various variables outside the battlefield, if it weren't for the Enterprise Support Alliance's No. 60 electromagnetic gun, that guy's plan might not have succeeded.

In fact, earlier, without the intelligence collected by Comrade Pangolin when passing through Camp 530, the Lion Kingdom might not have been able to complete the war preparations of the Alliance.

Even if the plan failed to meet expectations time and time again, the guy still made timely efforts to make amends until the last moment of his life.

Even without digging into the Bone Tribe's old scores, the Alliance was almost destroyed at the hands of this BOSS on at least two occasions.

Moving away from the iron door, Mole looked at Karloff standing in the observation post.

"Putting aside the devastation of war, your commander was an impressive opponent... I'm glad he died, and I'm sorry he didn't die at our hands."

Karloff's expression was slightly touched, and he moved his Adam's apple, but said nothing. He just nodded silently to express his gratitude, then turned and walked back to the bunker.

At the same time, Falcon City.

Cohen, who was sitting in a room in the castle, finally received a call from acting commander General Alec after a long wait.

"...We have arrived at Far West City. Damn, this damn place is too poor." Alec's voice had a hint of joy.

Although he could only serve as a commander for a few days, it still gave him an addiction to commanding thousands of troops. When he was under Griffin, his adjutant job was only a handyman, and he was often caught between junior officers and superiors.

It's been a rough day.

"Have they all been evacuated?"

"Withdrawn...except for Geffen's personal guards, they insisted on staying. I couldn't persuade them, so I just let them go."

Cohen nodded.

Geffen's direct descendants don't need to worry about him. If they insist on seeking death, just let them die.

"You have to stay there for a while. After the ceasefire agreement comes into effect, Captain Adebaya will take you home."

Alec said with a smile.

"Very good."

After the words fell, both sides suddenly became silent. Both seemed to think that the other party had something to say, and both planned to wait for the other party to speak first.

But the silence didn't last long.

Seeing that Mr. Governor didn't speak for a long time, Alec took the initiative to ask.

"Sir...are we losing?"

Cohen responded succinctly.

"The ceasefire negotiations do not include this part. You will bring victory back to Triumph City."

Each side would declare themselves victorious.

This is an explanation to one's own people.

Alec breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the answer he wanted to hear.

"I understand."

As he and the other ten thousand captains had guessed, it was impossible for the Legion to surrender with the Enterprise, let alone the Alliance.

The company will not naively believe that this victory alone is enough to mean that the military power of the East Coast has surpassed that of the West Coast.

As for those wastelanders who don't know whether to live or die, they probably want to take advantage of this opportunity to get some benefits. Although it was ridiculous to be naive, there was no problem that could be solved with bribes. He didn't need to get entangled with them because of a little profit.

If those barbarians want it, just take it.

He also made some concessions as much as possible within the scope of his power, such as acquiescing to the Alliance's search for the slave countries, such as transferring the supplies originally sent to Geffen to them, and acquiescing to them in Bicester Town. occupation, etc...

In exchange, the Union would return a series of prisoners, including Generals McClung and Soft, and would acquiesce to the defenders of Fort Bugle to lay down their weapons and evacuate honorably from their positions.

Those rescued prisoners, the rescued officers, and the various factions in Triumph City will thank themselves.

Not only did he help them preserve their strength, but he also helped them achieve a "victory" that they had not achieved on the battlefield.

They will thank him.

This will be a huge political resource.

"By the way, Mr. Governor." Suddenly remembering something else, Alec spoke on the phone.

Cohen said casually.

"Is there anything else?"

Alec hesitated and told Yu truthfully.

"Geffen's body was not taken away [...the cause of his death is somewhat strange."

Cohen said nonchalantly.

"Let him have that kind of feeling. Whoever wants to collect his body can do it. No one wants it."

I had warned Joseph not to expect to save that guy, but he didn't expect that the guy would actually die.

Although this ending is not bad.

A mere three-star captain of ten thousand wanted to kidnap the entire Triumph City. These officers who climbed up from the bottom really dared to think so.

Is this someone who is barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes?

If he were still alive, he would definitely not have a better excuse when he returned. If he died outside, he might still be a tragic hero.

Maybe it was the guidance of the commander of the Eastern Legion.

Cohen chuckled, shook his head, and hung up the phone as if it was a boring chore.

…

The next day.

The meeting hall of Falcon City Castle was packed with people.

A few days ago, this place was deserted. Only a few representatives from all parties were sent here, and only those few people spoke.

Now, the originally spacious long conference table seemed a little crowded for a while.

First of all, on the legion side, in addition to the governor of the Triumph City, the Star Ten Thousand Captain Cohen, the new commander-in-chief Joseph, and the captain of the Arbitrator Adea, etc., almost all the ten thousand captains and above who have not been captured The meeting was attended by military officers.

At the company, in addition to Vice Minister Wu of the General Management Department, a large number of his subordinates and dispatched employees from large groups also came.

Including Yi Chuan from Silver Wing Group, Yun You from Duandian Group, Wu Mu from Changge Group and Li Changkong from Ideal Group, as well as two bionic people from Kangmao Group.

In addition to these distinguished people, Chu Guang also met several reporters from Ideal City.

Among them were the "Zhiyuan News", which he knew well, and some media that he had no impression of. He only thought that the logos on the equipment in their hands looked familiar. He probably had interviewed them in the Shuguang City area before.

Considering the historical significance of this ceasefire negotiation and the fact that photos and videos will be played many times, Chu Guang paid great attention to expression management from the moment he entered the conference hall.

Just as he expected, from the moment he walked into the conference hall, almost all the cameras focused on him.

"The manager of Vault 404 and the Alliance!" The reporter from "Futurist News" lowered his voice and said excitedly, "I heard that he comes from the pre-war era."

"Where did you hear that?" The reporter from the Omniscient Broadcasting Company looked at her in surprise.

"During the interview in Dawn City!"

"But he looks like he's only over ten years old."

"What's the point? Aren't the managers of the shelter all frozen and dormant? Maybe he's already an old monster who has lived for more than two hundred years!"

The reporters from Ideal City were making a lot of noise.

Although it didn't seem out of place in such a noisy occasion, it still made Li Ke, who was sitting at the conference table, feel annoyed.

Especially when those reporters tried to interview him.

Fortunately, there are no such annoying guys in the Wandering Swamp, otherwise it might be over one day... These guys who poke their heads out are really more difficult to guard against than the mutant crocodiles in the swamp.

There were also a few Alliance soldiers, and the way they looked at him always made him feel weird... How to describe it, it was like the natives of the Golden Lizard Kingdom had seen gold coins.

Looking at Chu Guang who was sitting next to him, Li Keyan tilted his head and asked in a low voice.

"...Why did so many people come suddenly?"

"After all, it's a moment to witness history. Isn't it normal to take a group photo?" Chu Guang smiled, but suddenly thought that his friends in the north might misunderstand, so he added politely, "Of course, what I said is Those reporters."

Li Ke coughed.

"You don't need to emphasize that -"

"Quiet, everyone, please be quiet."

At this time, Wu Changnian, the company representative who finally signed his name, clapped his hands to signal the chattering reporters and the nobles of the Falcon Kingdom to be quiet.

The hall became a little quieter during the discussion.

He said in a steady voice.

"Thanks to all parties for their support and cooperation. Today's peace is inseparable from your efforts."

"The contract that has lasted for a century and a half will continue for the next generation. This economically declining world does not need more wars. In the face of an existential crisis, we should join hands to face the threat of dissent and explore dissent. future..."

He spoke for about ten minutes.

Seeing the representatives of the Legion yawning, Wu Changnian stopped talking and handed the three signed agreements to his subordinates, who handed them to the Weiland people standing next to the conference table. officer.

"So much nonsense."

Cohen glanced at the corner of his mouth, picked up the pen and signed his name on the three agreements. Then he pushed forward and slid directly in front of Chu Guang across the negotiation table.

The content of the agreement has been repeatedly confirmed.

The final signature was just a formality.

He just wanted to end this boring ceremony quickly, quickly deal with the mess left by the previous commander-in-chief, and then take over the Falcon Kingdom from the hands of the Alliance.

After all...

Even if they were not defeated in name, the content of the agreement was not honorable to the Legion.

Most of the "substantial benefits" belonging to the alliance were outside this piece of paper. Chu Guang simply glanced at the agreement.

In addition to a series of clauses including restrictions on garrisoning and withdrawal of troops by all parties, this black-and-white document only requires three items from the alliance.

One is that the Legion and the Falcon Kingdom accept an unconditional ceasefire.

The other is that the Heart of Steel and the town of Bicester, which originally belonged to the Legion, are owned by the Alliance in accordance with the principle of "maintaining the status quo".

As for the last item, it is about Shelter 0.

The legion, the enterprise, and the alliance each send one or two representatives to investigate, and the college as an observer will also send a technician to assist.

After confirming that the content of the agreement was correct, Chu Guang signed his name at the bottom of the ceasefire agreement under the gaze of all participants.

According to convention, he should say something on this important occasion.

But he was not in the habit of speaking at length.

Putting down the pen in his hand, Chu Guang looked at Lao Bai, Edge of Water, Commander Quanshui and other players standing aside, and nodded with a smile.

“It’s an honor to witness this moment with you.”

"This is our victory!"

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(Thanks to the leader of "Love His Big Cutie Sisi" for the reward!!! It's been half a year, and the topic that Dian Niang promised us is finally online. I'm tearful. Today's update! But the second update will be a little later. , sent out before ten o'clock)