This Game Is Too Realistic

North of Golden Gallen Harbor.

On a barren red land, a large army was marching towards the Golden Gallen Port carrying billowing dust.

Among them were trucks, motorcycles, and three scooters, all in uniform desert paint, clustered in the center of rows of soldiers.

In addition to this, there are also several open-top off-road vehicles that are full of wasteland wind, as well as towed artillery on the back of the tractor truck.

Objectively speaking, their firepower and mobility are much stronger than the city defense army with only a few 100mm cannons, and the soldiers seem to be more well-trained.

But compared with the "Tooth" clan of the bone-chewing tribe that was once beaten up by the Alliance, they are probably on the same level, and even have fewer tanks than the latter.

However, there are actually no tanks here.

Although there are mostly flat areas in Borneo, there are no decent roads. Especially near the Golden Gallon Port, there are alluvial flats with frequent floods.

It was quite difficult to move just these light vehicles. If we really drive the tank here, I'm afraid it won't be able to drive very far before it breaks down.

The survivors who were carrying backpacks on their backs and holding earthen baskets on their arms stepped out of their way when they saw this, and looked at the floating double sword flag and gray wolf flag in awe.

"It's the Gray Wolf Army!"

"Your Majesty finally took action."

"I don't know who they are compared to Iron Man."

Some poor people from the wolf tribe crawled on the ground and prayed, looking up at the pride of the tribe and chanting in powerful and hoarse voices.

"...the invincible gray wolves in the wilderness, they gather in groups, like the sweeping wind and sand, bringing death to the enemy."

There are also people with a greedy green light in their eyes.

As long as there is a war, people will die.

When the time comes and I take advantage of the situation to pick up a pair of trousers and return home, a few more people will be able to go out to scavenge, or even skim sugar cane from the Governor's plantation.

At this moment, General Alaya, who was as good as a soldier, was sitting on an open-top off-road vehicle, squinting his eyes and looking in the direction of Golden Gallen Port.

Early after General Abinan's defeat, he noticed the situation in Golden Gallon Port, but he did not dare to act rashly because he did not have His Majesty's life.

What if it was His Majesty's order to put the Alliance ashore?

Or what if His Majesty intends to solve the problem through other means?

These are all impossible to explain, let alone guess.

Alaya has never been in the alliance, but he has lived in the land of Borneo Province for more than thirty years, and he knows the nature of Lord Wu Tuo. The most taboo thing about that adult was not that his subordinates messed up things or were not smart enough, but that people who shouldn't have brains had brains, and people who shouldn't have eyes had eyes.

It was precisely for this reason that he chose to wait. While standing still, he sent a few scouts disguised as civilians into the city. While searching for information about those "iron men", he also inquired about the whereabouts of Governor Nihak, and waited for the news from Tiandu. The fate of 㵔.

Now that the telegram from Tiandu was finally delivered, Alaiyang immediately ordered the Gray Wolf Army, which had already completed its march preparations, to advance towards the front line without saying a word.

Although he and his men were still nearly seventy or eighty kilometers away from Golden Gallen Port, he basically knew the situation there well.

Sitting next to him, Staff Officer Gopal spread out the map on his knees, pointed at the two marked lines, and said in a relaxed tone.

"...The current defense line of the Alliance's Golden Gallen Port is based on the Governor's Palace and Camp Rowell. As long as we find a way to remove one of them, it will be much worse for us."

After a pause, he clicked on the map with his index finger.

"I personally think that Camp Lowell is a good breakthrough point. The people stationed there are just a group of mobs who have just gotten their hands on guns, and there are at most dozens of alliance instructors. As long as we capture this place, we can in turn mobilize those who have been captured." The slaves who were instigated by the Alliance are in our hands.”

The adjutant sitting in the passenger seat turned around and asked.

"Why are they bothered by us? I think it's good enough that they don't cause trouble."

Gopal smiled lightly and said lightly.

"It's simple. We can give them something that the Alliance cannot give. In addition to restoring their status as free citizens, we can also allow them to burn, kill and loot in specific urban areas as a reward for them."

Except for Tulip Street, which was circled by the knights, they really couldn't touch the big shots there, but in other districts or streets that had been controlled by the alliance, they could always pick out a few that were a bit oily.

It doesn't matter even if you can't squeeze out the oil and water, the human body can also be used as a weapon.

When the war is over, just slap on any hat and beat the survivors who have helped the alliance into criminals, and then hand them over to those wild dogs.

They don't pay a penny for it.

You can even take a cut from the legally looted loot.

Alaya narrowed his eyes slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he pointed out the problems in the plan.

"But most of them are from the Yue clan, and I'm afraid there are less than three from other clans."

The segregation of the Yue people is His Majesty's decision, and they have no right to make any arbitrary changes to restore those people's status as free citizens.

This is a question.

As if he guessed that the general would ask this question, Gopal smiled slightly and said.

"It's just that this statement stabilizes them. I didn't say that we must honor it, or we can apply to His Majesty for a special pardon for them, re-register them as rat tribe members or snake tribe members, or even give them a new one. A surname and a new faith, that’s not a problem either.”

It doesn't matter if His Majesty doesn't like it, just get rid of those guys who are finished.

While the people in the car were chatting and laughing, the large army had already arrived at the northern suburbs of Jingallan Port, and the combat formations quickly moved to the predetermined combat positions to station themselves.

An entire army of ten thousand people spread out on a front less than twenty kilometers wide, surrounding the settlement like a black cloud threatening to destroy it.

A team of ten thousand people is indeed not a small number, and it can even be regarded as a large-scale settlement in the eastern provinces.

But Alaya remained cautious.

Even though the intelligence showed that the enemy army was less than a thousand men and had just been consumed by the city defense army, he still did not let his soldiers rush in. Instead, he ordered his adjutant to bring some coolies from nearby and dug up some troops on the outskirts of the city. Bombholes, trenches and foxholes.

At the same time, on the roof of a three-story house in the suburbs of Golden Gallen Port, four players wearing exoskeletons were holding telescopes and looking at the position one kilometer away.

"Okay, these people quite understand." Looking at the well-drilled anti-gun holes, a hint of surprise appeared on Yin Qiao's face.

Not only the fortifications, but also some camouflage nets that blocked the drone's view, which looked like they were imported from the Legion.

The half-year-old man's expression was slightly solemn, while the family member standing next to him had an eager expression on his face and was talking excitedly.

"Finally we can have a tough battle!"

The private soldiers in the former Governor's Mansion couldn't help but beat them up. They looked at the group of guys who looked like humans, but they didn't even scratch off a piece of paint on his exoskeleton breastplate.

According to the locals, this gray wolf army is the elite of the Imperial Army, and it is the land warfare ace directly belonging to the Emperor of the Xilan Empire!

For a fun-loving person like him, it is natural that the stronger the enemy, the more excited he becomes.

After all, when it comes to the kind of novice who collapses at the drop of a hat, even if he wins, there will be no sense of satisfaction. No one will support him even if he pretends to be cool on the forum.

From the current point of view, the performance of this unit is quite satisfactory. Whether it is the speed of expansion or the steady and steady posture, it is difficult to find obvious flaws.

The survivors who were captured on the ground faced the loess and turned their backs to the sky, waving their shovels and digging holes from morning until dark.

As if they thought these underfed guys were digging too slowly, dozens of supervisors with whips appeared on the battlefield. Several whips were whipped, and the survivors were indeed working much faster. A few skinny young men even fell to the ground exhausted.

The officer leading the overseer was very satisfied with the situation in front of him.

The physical strength of these survivors is like toothpaste. If you squeeze it hard, you can still squeeze something out.

The players hiding in the distance gnawed dry food in their backpacks and watched the survivors working, staying on the roof until dark.

Seeing the sun going down, the group of soldiers did not leave the survivors to eat. They took back the tools given to them and drove them out of the position.

A group of ragged survivors limped towards the settlement. Everyone had a sense of resentment on their faces, but they dared not speak out.

Seeing a group of survivors walking towards the city near them, the four players thought about it, immediately threw down a hundred-yuan bill and evacuated the house, finding an opportunity to block one of the groups.

"Hey, hey! Folks in front of you, don't leave! We have something to do with you!" Unexpectedly, he unhooked the eyepiece of his helmet and waved forward with a smile on his face.

Seeing these four iron men wearing exoskeletons, the dozen or so ragged survivors had visibly horrified expressions on their faces.

They had just been whipped by the empire, and they didn't want to be whipped by these iron men again.

But no one ran away.

Looking at the rifle hanging on their chests, their legs seemed to be filled with lead, even though the gun had neither the safety on nor the load.

Just when everyone was panicking, a man wearing an exoskeleton walked up to them and suddenly took out a cigarette case.

"Let's have a cigarette to calm down. If you don't want me to teach you how to smoke." He said in a non-standard couplet, and handed out a cigarette to everyone without a family member with a playful smile.

Cigarettes are considered hard currency in the wasteland, second only to bullets and alcohol, and even slightly higher than bread. The most important thing is that they are easy to carry.

Although he doesn't smoke much, he always brings a few bags with him every time he goes on a mission to dispel the local people's wariness. Money is more valuable than money.

Although these locals are so poor that they have to eat dirt every other day, tobacco leaves and pepper are not uncommon here. Some people also crush some tobacco leaves and smoke them, or sell them to make money to support their families.

Several people put the cigarette under their noses and took a puff. They immediately understood what this thing was, and then they all had expressions of surprise on their faces.

They had never seen such expensive cigarettes in their lives, so much so that they could not bear to smoke them.

No family member thoughtfully took out a lighter and lit it for them all, so that they would not hesitate whether to smoke or not.

After leading a dozen people into the alley and puffing away for a while, no one in the family asked with a smile.

"Look at how hard you work, how much money do those wolf killers give you?"

Hearing these words, the dozen or so survivors all looked unhappy. One of them had a straight temper and started to curse.

"Money? Those stingy people won't give you money!"

Jian Kuai and several others agreed.

"that is!"

"Don't ask for money. It's good if they don't steal our things!"

"Damn it, take away all the baskets I used to collect dirt..."

While they were talking, Min and the others kept staring at the lighter in the hands of the iron man in front of them, their eyes full of envy and greed.

No one in the family looked surprised.

"If you don't give me money? Then you will help them dig?"

The straight-tempered man said angrily.

"Not only are we not given money! We also have to bring our own dry food!"

No family members continue to go to the fire road.

"Isn't it okay if you don't stop?"

Everyone shook their heads after hearing this.

"No, they have occupied that piece of red land. If we don't eat it, we will have nothing to eat."

"They don't have enough people, so they will come here to catch them. We all live here, and we will have to wait for them when the time comes."

"I won't tell you what will happen when they come to your door."

"My three daughters are all 10 years old."

"These damn things!"

"I hope they are buried in the red soil!"

Several survivors began to complain, getting angrier and angrier.

No one in the family heard it, but he rolled his eyes and suddenly smiled and said.

"Well, if they don't give you money, I will give it to you!"

Everyone in the alley was stunned and looked at him in confusion.

"You...give it to us?"

"Yes," no family member nodded and said with a smile, "but you have to remember, we have added money, you have to work harder! Starting tomorrow, you will dig hard for me, they want you If you dig a pit of one meter, dig two meters. If they ask you to dig a pit of two meters, dig two meters! Give them an extra ten centimeters!"

Several survivors were stunned.

The straight-headed guy looked at the iron man in front of him suspiciously and asked in disbelief.

"You really give us money?"

No family member said with a smile.

"Then we must give it! Not only do we give it, but we pay it every day! Each person... we give him twenty Xilan coins!"

Twenty Xilan coins!

Everyone's eyes widened when they heard this.

They might not believe this kind of thing, but the cigarette butt on their lips made them believe it subconsciously.

Maybe these iron men are really not short of money?

A boy from the Rat Tribe swallowed his saliva.

"Are you... all involved?"

No family member smiled.

"That's necessary! We treat everyone equally!"

Then someone asked again.

"Can we bring a few more family members?"

No family member said cheerfully.

"No problem! We count the money per head... Ah, forget about the children. We won't count the children under the age of twelve. At dawn tomorrow, we will count the heads here. As long as you do what we say, you can get the money. !”

Rolling his eyes, he added another sentence.

"You can help me attract people. Every time I bring in more people, we will give you an extra piece of compensation! But this matter has to be kept secret. Don't let those outside know about it. Otherwise, don't say that the money is gone, and you won't be able to do it. My life will be lost.”

Everyone had expressions of surprise on their faces when they heard this, and no one was afraid of his last words.

No family members made an appointment with them on the map at the time and place to share the money, and then sent these people away.

The next day, when the sky was still bright, more than a thousand people gathered on the northern outskirts of Golden Gallen Harbor and walked towards the Gray Wolf Army's position.

Seeing the dark figure, the soldiers standing guard on the front line were startled. They thought it was the Alliance people who were coming. When they walked in, they discovered that it was a group of residents of the settlement.

"What are you doing here!" the soldier shouted.

The few surviving members of the group yelled back with great vigor.

"We're here to work!"

"Your commander called us here!"

"He asked us to come again tomorrow and said he would catch us in the settlement if we dare not come."

"Let us get to work!"

Listening to the shouting one after another, several soldiers on duty were stunned and looked at these guys in confusion. They didn't know what to do for a while, so they quickly sent someone back to ask for instructions from their superiors.

At this moment, their superior was snoring in the shell-proof hole just dug yesterday. He looked confused when he was woken up and hurriedly put on the hat hanging on the bedside.

"The alliance is coming?!"

"No," the soldier said quickly as he looked at the commander who quickly put on his military boots. "A group of residents from Golden Gallen Harbor came to the position. They said you asked them to come here to dig earth..."

The officer who was putting on his shoes was stunned for two seconds, stopped tying his shoes, and nodded.

"What's going on?"

The soldier was also stunned for a moment and didn't know what to do.

"That……"

"I gave them shovels and shovels and told them where to dig and how to dig. Do you still want me to teach you? Grandma Te, this is such a big fuss. The Alliance came calling and called me!"

The officer cursed and threw away the shoes he had just dug into his feet, threw his hat on the bedside, turned over and lay back down.

He didn't go to bed until after three o'clock last night, and he was sleeping on his head. He woke him up for such a trivial matter. Jian Yi was ignorant!

After being scolded all over the face, the soldier also looked aggrieved, but when he saw that the commander was already snoring, he could only jog to find the person in charge of the logistics of the front line position, and gave the tools for digging earth to the survivors. Go down.

The surviving men who received the tools immediately got on the ground and started working sweating profusely. Their hard-working appearance was completely different from yesterday.

When the day went up and the supervisor with a whip walked onto the battlefield, he was surprised to find that the whip in his hand was no longer needed.

"Weird thing."

"When did these animals become so diligent?"

Several supervisors gathered together and looked curiously at the guys with their heads buried in the trenches sweating profusely. One of them couldn't help being curious and walked up to ask.

"It's strange. Why are you so diligent today?"

The survivors who were immersed in their work did not even raise their heads, and shouted behind the back of the overseer carrying the whip.

"Master, if you are lazy, you will be whipped, and you have to do it first."

"Yes, Master, we are afraid of pain."

"Get the work done early, and you won't have to endure hardship when the war is over."

These words were taught to them by the people who made them money.

They didn't dare to raise their heads, especially the supervisor's face, for fear that their secret would be revealed.

The supervisor nodded, not doubting what they said, but he still couldn't help but sneered coldly.

"You have realized this a long time ago. If you work harder on weekdays, you will not be so poor that you are neither a human nor a ghost."

Not to mention joining the army like him, just doing a small business, or learning a trade, but it wouldn't be worse than an animal, being tied here to dig in the soil.

After all, I'm still too lazy.

The supervisor looked down at them for a while, and seeing that they were working just as hard without the whip, he was too lazy to use the whip, and turned around to enjoy the shade under the camouflage net.

On the other side, Alaya, who had completed the combat deployment, was inspecting the position.

He first inspected the artillery and anti-aircraft artillery positions in the center as well as various machine gun fire points, and then turned to take a look at the edge of the front line.

Then he was surprised to find that the coolies who had been working hard were working enthusiastically one by one.

It's like there's a gold mine buried underground.

Strange.

When did these slackers become so diligent? !

Putting down the telescope in his hand, Alaya looked at the adjutant beside him.

"How much did you pay them?"

The adjutant said with a proud look on his face.

"Report sir! No money was spent!"

"No money?!" Alaya looked at him dumbly, suspecting that he heard wrongly.

The adjutant smiled and said as if to show off.

"I heard from people below that the local residents are looking forward to us winning as soon as possible and allowing their lives to return to normal as soon as possible, so they dragged their families over early in the morning to help."

Said [Here, he paused again and continued.

"In the final analysis, your Majesty still has the support of the people. The general's reputation is far-reaching, and the time, place, people, and people are all on our side. It is even difficult to lose this battle."

Although he was suspicious, Alaya could not refute the first half of his words. He just nodded and let go of this insignificant matter.

He didn't need the coolies to dig the trenches to a standard, as long as they could provide his soldiers with a bunker to resist the line.

The real battlefield is in the city, and these trenches and fortifications are only needed for transporting troops and ammunition to the front line.

"It's better to give some benefits to the local residents. After a while, each person will be given a piece of bread, which is considered as compensation for delaying their other work."

The bread he was talking about did not mean the kind of soft and chewy bread that he had eaten in the morning, spread with butter and jam, but the black bread mixed with a lot of bran or even stones and sawdust.

This kind of bread is the staple food of most of the lower-class citizens and middle- and lower-class farmers in the empire. A few Xilan coins can weigh half a catty. The exact price depends on the quality of the bread.

This kind of bread has not been fermented and is harder to chew than biscuits. It can even be used as a weapon to beat people. It is usually broken into pieces and thrown into water to soak and drink.

But no matter what, this is much better than eating dirt and eating those beans that cause flatulence.

The adjutant nodded respectfully.

"My lord said, I will make arrangements later."

Alaya nodded, then asked again.

"By the way, is there any new news from Rajesh?"

Rajesh is his right-hand man. He is not only an awakened warrior, but also an excellent marksman. He is especially good at disguise and intelligence gathering.

Long before the army set out, he sent him and two other scouts to the Golden Gallon Port to collect information on the Alliance's activities there.

It's been two days since the last contact.

He needs the latest intelligence before deciding on the next battle plan.

The adjutant hesitated slightly and shook his head.

"No new information has been sent yet... The alliance's troop deployment must have changed a lot recently. I guess Sergeant Rajesh wants to wait until it stabilizes before reporting."

Alaya frowned slightly.

"...It seems we have to give him a little more time."

He always had a bad feeling, but it seemed too early to judge now.

Alaya did not dare to go too close to the front line. He was sure that the Alliance soldiers hiding in the settlement must also be staring at this position, so he just glanced at it from a distance and retreated from the bunkers and shelters. behind.

The sun gradually set below the mountain.

The officer in charge of the construction of the frontline position walked over and took a look at the position, nodded with satisfaction, and then got back into the anti-gun hole.

This depth is enough!

If this trend continues, they will be able to complete the construction of the outer positions of Golden Gallen Port in at most three days. The alliance soldiers would never have dreamed that their construction speed would be so fast.

For a moment, at the edge of the Golden Gallen Harbor settlement, a group of hot and sweaty survivors were lining up in front of the alley with anxious faces.

This street is their own home, and several entrances in the block are watched, so they don't have to worry about outsiders seeing it.

After all, they were receiving money from the iron men, so most people were a little worried. They were afraid that the iron men would regret it, and they were also afraid of being discovered by the soldiers of the empire after receiving the money.

But when a brand new 20-denomination note was stuffed into his hand, almost all the anxious expressions turned into attentive smiles.

"Thank you, sir!" A man with a bed sheet tied around his waist clasped his hands in thanks. With such a moved expression, Jian Yan could not wait to kneel down on the spot.

Yi Yi Dengtian, who was responsible for distributing the money, was extremely happy, but he still acted like a civilized person and criticized Yi Yi.

"Don't call me master, I can't bear it. We pay and you contribute. This is called a transaction, understand? We are not rewarding you."

The man obviously didn't understand, he nodded and bowed and said with a smile.

"Okay, sir!"

"...Damn, when I said that, leave quickly." Yi Dengtian was too lazy to talk nonsense, and waved his hand to drive the person away.

Not far from the alley, two players wearing exoskeletons gathered together.

Looking at the guys queuing up to collect money, Shanhe Meng couldn't help but sigh.

"You guys are too stubborn."

Today he accepted the task of transporting several boxes of Xilan coins from the bank on Tulip Street to his teammates on the front line.

At first he was curious about what so much money was used for, but then he saw the scene in front of him.

Looking at the shocked friendly forces, Yin and Yang said with a smile.

"The guy in our team is indeed a talent, and his brain is smarter than mine. He should be the captain."

Shanhe Meng looked at him with envy, that was true envy.

Other teams are full of talents, but in contrast to their team, the four of them are both juniors, and they can avoid problems even if it rains.

He was really tired of leading this team.

"By the way, have you seen any clues in the past two days? What are those guys' plans?" Shanhe Meng asked casually.

He said with a smile.

"I don't know, but judging from their posture, they should be planning to advance steadily. You guys at Camp Rowell have to be careful."

Shanhe Meng glanced in surprise.

"Do you think they will use Camp Lowell as their main offensive location?"

Try to analyze the situation by mistake.

"Eighty percent yes, but I can't say for sure. I just feel that the strategic significance of Camp Lowell is slightly greater than that of the Governor's Palace, and the location of the Governor's Palace is higher than that of the northern city. It would cost them a lot to take it down. We have no strength, and it’s not easy to hold on. But if we capture Rowell Camp, we can force us to retreat to Tulip Street and return our front to the state at the beginning of the second phase of the offensive.”

Once the alliance's front line shrinks (near the port), it will be unable to buy local surviving men and slaves to serve as a temporary source of troops.

But on the contrary, taking back the Governor's Palace meant nothing to them except moving the battlefield of street fighting from the slums to Tulip Street near the port in advance.

Moreover, the supply line may be cut off by local militias trained by the Korean Alliance or the Korean Alliance.

Shanhe Meng thought about it for a while and felt that it made sense.

At this moment, a shirtless local man came over and looked at the strange situation and said.

"Sir, someone is looking for you outside. He is a young man from the rat tribe. He said his name is Asin and he is your servant."

When Shan He Meng heard this, he glanced at Yin Zhe Yin Wan in surprise.

"Servant?"

"Hey, that's not the case, it's just a misunderstanding," Yin Shiyang mistakenly said in Mandarin with a smile, and then looked at the NPC next to him and continued in human couplet, "Let him in."

The shirtless local nodded.

"OK."

After all, they are doing something shady, and any strange face appearing here will arouse their vigilance.

But if it's the servants of these iron men, then it doesn't matter.

That's one of our own.

Accompanied by two locals, the child named Asin was brought here.

He looked a little panicked, his hands were in his pockets, his clothes were stained with mud, and there were scratches and bruises on his face and arms, as if they were left not long ago.

Seeing a familiar face, the panic on his face disappeared immediately, and he immediately walked forward in surprise.

"tuning fork!"

Yin and Yang looked at him in surprise.

"Yo, Asin...what's wrong with you?"

"It's a small injury, don't worry about it..." After swallowing, Asin continued nervously, "I'll take you to see one... no, three people."

I guess this kid wanted to ask me for help to scare people, so he accidentally glanced at the late morning sky, then looked at the young man and said with a smile.

"Wait for a while. We will go back to the Governor's Mansion after we finish handling the matters here. We will go back with you at that time. If anyone bothers you without opening your eyes, we will come to greet you-"

"No, you misunderstood," Asin took a deep breath and calmed down and said, "No one is bothering me. I won't trouble you for such a trivial matter. I just want to... give you a gift. ”

Before the iron man could ask, he continued speaking quickly.

"They are General Alaya's men!"