This Game Is Too Realistic

Kapil is a werewolf.

He remembered that ever since he could remember, his parents had repeatedly told him the teachings of the Wolf God, telling him how the wolves were united, how fierce and brave they were, how tireless they were, and how they were invincible. There was a time when wolves running in the wilderness were the main threat facing the survivors in Borneo...

In the end, the survivors won, and it was not easy for them to win. In order to commemorate this respectable opponent, and to inherit their bravery, they planted a totem for their gods in the City of Thousand Pillars, hoping to In this way inherit its favor and blessings.

From that moment on, the Wolf God had its first people.

The people blessed by the Wolf God are not only born warriors, but also the pride of the empire. They are born to fight, kill and plunder.

For this reason, Kapil is always proud of his identity as a wolf and works hard to become an imperial soldier.

Hard work pays off. With adequate nutrition and influences from a young age, he stood out from tens of thousands of senior citizens who signed up to join the army. He was first selected to enter the recruit camp for training, and then became a member of the recruit camp with outstanding performance. , was assigned to the Gray Wolf Army directly under His Majesty and trained as a reserve officer.

Not all wolf tribesmen have the opportunity to join the Gray Wolf Army, and not all wolf tribesmen can become officers in this ace division.

He is the pride of his parents, and even more so of his tribe, and the person who bestowed upon him this honor is none other than the great witch Tuo Xilan, the supreme emperor.

He vowed to bring glory to His Majesty to repay the emperor's great kindness, and to achieve more military exploits, and even to become a general above ten thousand people.

Now, he has finally waited for this opportunity - to use his wolf-like fighting will to offer his loyalty to His Majesty!

But at this moment——

The sight that caught his eye made despair appear in his eyes.

"Come on 䙙——!"

The blind sound gradually faded away from the ears that were deafened by the shells, and was replaced by the hoarse roar of the commander, chaotic footsteps, and a flood of killing calls and screams.

The situation in front of him was not only beyond his expectation.

It exceeded everyone's expectations.

The crowded and narrow slums on the map seemed to have disappeared. The mud houses and shacks were completely demolished, leaving only the broken bricks and tiles on the ground.

He didn't know what magic those iron men used, but he only knew that it took them just over a week to move thousands of buildings that belonged here.

From the nearest bunker (the Governor's Palace standing on the high ground), there is nearly 10 meters of open space.

This empty space is like an impassable chasm, with nothing but broken bricks and construction debris on the ground.

If you want to circumvent this chasm from both sides, you either have to face a flanking attack from the direction of Camp Rowell, or you have to swim across it from a farther coastline.

That is more unrealistic than crossing the 100 meters distance.

Moreover, they are already standing here.

There is no choice but to move forward.

The cry to urge the battle rang out again, and the soldiers holding rifles launched attacks on the out-of-reach Governor's Mansion again and again, and then without any suspense, they were like crushed wheat. Fall down.

The hail of bullets was like the rolling blade of a chainsaw. Looking at the bloody battlefield, Kapil felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

It was the first time that he felt that life was so insignificant, and it was also the first time that he saw fear that he had never seen before on the faces of his comrades.

This is not a battle at all——

This is simply asking for death!

In the blink of an eye, a team of soldiers had been wiped out.

The friendly troops lying on the rotten brick ground were suppressed by the machine guns mounted on the roof of the Governor's Palace and were unable to move. They were either wailing in pain or squirming forward with difficulty.

There were no bunkers around to cover their continued advance.

There were only corpses of friendly troops all over the ground...

The rifles in the city fired in the direction of the Governor's Mansion, but they had no effect on the long-prepared firepower point.

Union soldiers welded steel mantlets to their machine guns, not to mention the heavy armor they wore.

Seeing that the previous team of soldiers were wiped out, the commander turned his attention to them behind him and shouted loudly.

"Quick! Get on top of me!!"

Looking at the insurmountable position and the friendly troops who were beaten and crawling all over the ground, Kapil's eyes flashed with fear.

However, the order to attack has been issued. If he dares to hesitate for a moment, he will have a more tragic end than death.

This is ultimately the path he chose.

Kapil gritted his teeth and tried to overcome the fear in his chest, and squeezed out a roar from the clenched teeth.

"For the Empire—!"

In the sparse response to the roar, he emptied his mind and howled desperately out of the bunker, leading ten comrades who followed him.

However, after finally summoning up the courage, he had just taken the first step when he was blown away by the mortar shell that landed not far away, and he lay on the ground like a rag.

The same goes for the teammates following him. The sweat and pride of more than twenty years have all turned into a pool of thick blood, scrawled on the broken bricks on the ground...

…

Kapil and his men were not the first wolves to shed their blood for the empire in this battle, and it was obvious that they were not the last.

A new round of artillery fire landed in the slums a few meters in front of the Governor's Palace, engulfing the Gray Wolf Army soldiers who were squatting near the earthen houses and firing, as well as those who had just crossed the bunker and were preparing to launch a new round of assault.

There are still a few houses there that haven't had time to be demolished.

However, the residents living there have already left with the demolition money, and the remaining ones are the guys with guns, so the alliance can open fire without any scruples.

All of a sudden, the machine gun fire points deployed on the roof and walls of the Governor's Mansion began to release ferocious firepower. The bullets seemed to be endless, and the gunshots kept ringing.

The pride of the wolf clan fell to pieces, and in the blink of an eye, another team of wolves was pinned to death on the battlefield covered with broken bricks and blood.

Thousands of traces of light are like pouring rain, and the lives of soldiers here can be counted in seconds.

The Rat Clan boy who once swore an oath to the "Iron Men" did fulfill his promise - letting the soldiers of the Empire fight on the rotten bricks.

At this moment, the 1,000-man team responsible for attacking the Governor's Mansion encountered the dilemma of being targeted. They had already dropped many corpses, but other than consuming some alliance ammunition, they had not achieved any results.

"Damn! I remember this being a ghetto!"

Looking at the machine guns that continued to fire, the commander hiding behind a mud house cursed.

There was a ring of gauze wrapped around his forehead, and a steel helmet he had just picked up was buckled. A previous shrapnel scratched his forehead and almost sent him away.

The original plan was that they only needed to rush across a street, and they could engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Alliance soldiers with only two to three casualties at most.

However, now, a street that is only a few steps wide has been stretched into a path of death for a full 20 meters.

Not only did they not have the cover of armored units, they even had very little artillery fire that was essential for attacking the enemy. Instead, they were stunned by the alliance's artillery and machine guns.

"We have already suffered more than half of our casualties! There is no difference between defeating the enemy like this and dying. We need artillery cover! Repeat! We need support!" After finding the communications soldier carrying the radio on his back, the commander grabbed the walkie-talkie and yelled again.

He had called for an artillery attack more than ten minutes ago.

Prince Dilip personally promised him that the rear artillery bombardment was being prepared and would soon fall on the enemy's position, and urged him to launch an attack as soon as possible.

However, seeing that his subordinates were almost finished fighting, the shells still did not fall, and he felt as if he had been beeped by a dog.

The rustling current sounded for a while, and then a slightly embarrassed voice came from the receiver.

"I'm dispatching... Damn it, what is that idiot Alaya doing! I've been shouting about artillery for a long time, but why haven't I even seen the shadow of a cannonball [..."

Listening to the nonsense coming along the phone line, the captain felt his scalp numb, but he couldn't say anything about this guy.

He swallowed and reminded Yu with a trembling voice.

"Sir...where is your direct artillery team?"

The Alliance's firepower was so intense and accurate that if they couldn't fire a few shots, they would have to retreat into the hole again. It would be really difficult to support them.

It was really impossible to let the truck lead the artillery assault into the city. It would be easier to directly set up the front line and fire directly in the direction of the Governor's Palace than to rush here.

Just as he was about to propose this, there was silence for a while from the other end of the radio station, but a vague answer came from the other end.

"...Something happened during the anti-Japanese alliance's artillery attack. We couldn't contact them for the time being, so we had to let that idiot Alaya think of a solution."

Hearing these words, the captain almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

While they were still squatting in the trench for a long time, the cannon that General Alaya gave to this stupid pig was fired by the other side.

Countering enemy artillery without the help of frontline scouts to correct the firepower...

This guy must be crazy.

Even if he guessed where the Alliance's artillery positions were, did this pig know where his shells landed? ?

"Lord Dilip, in this situation, no matter how many of us there are, there won't be enough..." the captain said through gritted teeth, "Please allow us to withdraw first -"

Before he could finish his words, the guy on the other end of the communication channel jumped up like a mouse whose tail had been stepped on, and screamed.

"No retreat! You are soldiers of the empire, and now is the time for you to be loyal to His Majesty. Are your oaths just paper to wipe your butts?"

"It's only a few meters! Get up there! I want to see the [double] flag flying on the roof of the Governor's Palace before dark!"

After hearing that unrealistic order, the commander could no longer suppress the anger in his chest and shouted loudly into the intercom.

"Lord Dilip! This is not your backyard! It's the front line! It's the front line! The alliance's machine guns are right in front of our faces. Let alone ten meters, we can't even push it! Otherwise, you can Come and take a look at the front line for yourself and see what it’s like here!”

"I say it again, no retreat!"

Prince Dilip was shouting hysterically in the communication channel. He did not believe that he could stop a thousand-man army at this distance.

It's only a few meters. Even if one person is lying on one meter, they can rush up to four or more people. As long as the alliance's machine gun firepower is knocked down, the four thousand-man troops left in his hands can instantly overwhelm the defenders in the Governor's Mansion like a tsunami.

Without waiting for the captain to quibble, he continued to roar.

"And are you pigs?! Who asked you to hit the bullet point of the alliance? You wouldn't use your brain to sneak through the alley - "

"There is no house here! The Alliance has demolished this place a long time ago! How many times have I told you that there is no house here! They even moved away most of the building debris!" the commander roared angrily. , no longer care about status or inferiority.

Morale was extremely low, and the soldiers lying behind the bunkers had lost the courage to stick their heads out and shoot at the alliance.

Under such circumstances, if he ordered them to climb up and die, I am afraid that before all his subordinates died, he, the commander-in-chief, would have to be defeated by the mutinous soldiers.

Prince Dilip's eyes widened as he held the phone. He could neither believe the offensive tone on the other end of the phone nor the news he heard.

He is not deaf.

Although he had not seen it from the front line, he had heard reports from the front line since the beginning of the war, saying that the alliance had evacuated the residents near the Governor's Palace and demolished their houses.

However, in his original vision, even if there were no complete houses left in that area of ​​the city, there would still be a lot of building debris and undulating earth slopes left behind.

Although they are not as good as trenches, there should be no problem in covering the infantry advance.

It should be like this...

"How is it possible..." Prince Dilip's voice trembled, and his measured tone could not help but bring out a hint of panic.

The captain shouted angrily.

"What's impossible! Bombard with cannons, blow up with dynamite, hit with hammers, and even pull down the beams with ropes. Don't you know what kind of rotten houses those poor devils live in?! You are their doghouse and governor. They are all made of concrete! If you leave them alone, they will collapse on their own!"

"These maggots, cunning rats...How dare they, how dare they stand on the side of the Alliance! I'm going to kill them!"

A painful groan came from Prince Dilip's mouth.

Even though this was his first time walking away from the sand table (a real battlefield), he knew that the emotion of failure would spread among soldiers like a plague.

Although he racked his brains and couldn't think of the next step, he knew that he could no longer hesitate and must do something before the front line collapsed!

Once the defense line collapses——

The consequences are disastrous!

"You guys withdraw first...and switch to the second team. Wait, hold on for a while before the second team takes the lead, and be sure to maintain the battle line!"

Hearing that submissive tone, the captain finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the heart hanging in his throat finally relaxed.

Although this guy's orders are vague and he can even change his words twice in one sentence, he can probably understand what he means.

As long as it can be withdrawn and rested, it will be fine.

Silently praying for the friendly troops on top, he hung up the phone, pushed away the communications soldier carrying the radio, and shouted toward the front line.

"Hold on! Friendly forces will soon be coming to take my place—"

The second half of the unfinished sentence froze in his throat. The moment the captain cast his gaze towards the flank of the position, his entire face was filled with panic.

I saw a four-meter-tall giant crab moving its metallic mechanical legs around a row of collapsed ruins and killing their flanks.

What is that? !

The captain's face was filled with confusion.

He saw two thick and long gun barrels, or cannon barrels, extending forward from the pair of solid and powerful claws, aiming at a distance not far in front of him - the group of people crawling behind the dilapidated houses and shacks could not move. Werewolf warriors.

The scene in front of me was so shocking that the Y-2 drones, "Cerberus" unmanned vehicles and dozens of exoskeleton-armed (teeth) soldiers following closely beside the giant crab seemed negligible. .

Before he could react, the two cannon barrels spurted out thick and long tongues of fire, pouring ferocious firepower towards his subordinates!

“Bang bang bang—!”

There was no time to even scream.

Dozens of soldiers hiding behind the bunker were instantly crushed into pieces and pulp along with the bunker in front of them.

The bullet casings continued to fall from the receiver, clattering to the ground, along with the pieces of the body that were shattered into pieces.

The expression on Mang's face was horrified, not only the commander who was commanding on the front line, but also the soldiers who were squatting behind the bunkers and firing.

They have never fought with such a cruel guy!

The bullets fired from the opener rifle were like scratching an itch and had no effect at all. However, in front of the continuous output of the gun barrel, their bunker was as fragile as paper.

Soldiers carrying Panzerfaust rocket launchers were overwhelmed by the firepower and could not lift their heads, or their heads were recognized and shot by drones that roared overhead.

The Alliance's entry into the battlefield was far more than just a "King Crab", although most people's attention was taken away by the eye-catching big guy.

The "King Crab" amphibious all-terrain infantry armor of Taiwan's "King Crab" amphibious infantry armor group separately covered the group of mechanical infantry and launched attacks along two different directions.

In just a few breaths, Prince Dilip's 1,000-man unit, the flank defense line was torn open like an avalanche.

Unable to control the fear in their hearts any longer, the soldiers squatting behind the bunker dropped their weapons, turned around and fled, ignoring the threats from their superiors.

That embarrassed look was like a rat that was in a panic and couldn't choose its path.

"Ahhh!"

"monster!!"

"Devil! The Alliance summoned the devil!"

What was defeated was not only the defense line under their feet, but also the defense line deepest in their hearts - the confidence and arrogance that came from nowhere.

At this moment, they only regretted that the Wolf God had given them two legs and could not escape from this ghost place faster.

The atmosphere of despair and fear followed as the defeated soldiers fled and ran into the 2,000-man team who rushed to the front line with their chests raised and their heads raised.

Everyone couldn't believe what they were seeing in front of them, right in front of them were the ferocious "King Crabs" chasing their friendly forces and killing them...

…

Just when the ace of the Xilan Empire was beaten so hard that he ran away with his head in his arms, the [equipment leader] who led the 300-man team to attack the flank of the position discovered that his mechanical team had changed from flanking the troops to Frontline troops.

The imperial troops who were bitten by them (flanked by them) didn't even put up any decent resistance. They dropped their weapons and turned around and ran away.

So much so that they planned to encircle and annihilate this thousand-man team secretly, but instead they collided with another thousand-man team that came for reinforcements.

These supplementary wolf tribe soldiers were also ruthless, perfectly interpreting what it means to bang their heads against a steel plate, and they started a firefight with alliance players in an alley without any preparation.

At first, the equipment commander planned to have each team pull back and pull the leader of the group of wolf killers away. The second team held on to the position of the Governor's Mansion before harvesting. However, they were too weak to hold off these guys. Even one of them was enough to attack them. The armored units that didn't pose a threat dared to rush forward, but when they found that they couldn't chew the hard bones in their mouths, they began to flee back in a swarm.

The opponent almost put his head in their mouth. If he didn't take a bite, he would probably be buried by his teammates for a week.

Seeing that the Xilan Empire's reinforcements on the front line were beginning to collapse, the commander put his hand on his helmet and shouted loudly to the whole team.

"Attention all units——!"

"Using the line marked on the map as the boundary, everyone continues to move forward! Fire freely! No need to save ammunition, beat him hard! Just empty your magazines and go home!"

He responded with shouts of excitement.

"Take it!"

"Brothers charge!"

"For the Alliance!!!"

"Ouch!"

As the attack order was issued, the "King Crab" all-terrain infantry armor immediately threw off its legs, and under the cover of the infantry, they passed over the low shacks and advanced in a rampant manner.

Everyone was furious.

Especially the intelligence players riding in the belly of the mechanical crab, almost everyone has a three-digit head in their hand.

The quadcopter drone flying in front provides them with a top-down bird's-eye view, and they only need to pull the trigger toward the place where there are people.

With 20mm armor-piercing incendiary bombs and high-explosive bombs, you don't even need to aim, just keep moving forward and you're done.

The imperial soldiers who were blocked in an alley were beaten and disoriented.

At first they could still see where the tracers were coming from, but they were pinned to the ground without even being able to see anyone behind them.

"Hahahaha! I'm going crazy with Urgot!"

Listening to the strange laughter in the team, several players who were following the team and advancing together cast envious glances at the guy sticking his butt out.

"Mom, come down and play with me for a while!"

The intelligence player rolled his eyes.

"Go away! Do you think this thing can get on the bus just by pressing F? After all, I have been training in Shuguang City for a few days!"

While several people were talking, an Iron Fist rocket launcher suddenly came out of the alley just a short distance away and hit one of the mechanical legs impartially.

Perhaps it was because he was so pretentious that even God couldn't bear to watch it. The metal jet accidentally penetrated the power part of the mechanical leg, causing the crab to dwarf and lose its balance and collapse to the side. An earthen house.

The imperial soldier carrying the rocket launcher was quickly beaten to a pulp, but the big crab that fell on the ruins seemed to be drunk and could not stand up.

This is a testing machine that just came out of the laboratory. Its design is too avant-garde and full of uncertainties.

Even if this thing showed in the test that it could walk even with three broken legs, it still couldn't withstand the complex situations on the battlefield.

Seeing the imperial soldiers coming to kill them, the intelligence player who was showing off just a second ago suddenly screamed out in panic.

"Damn it! Sons, come and protect me!"

The players, who were already helping him set up his guns, twitched at the corners of their mouths when they heard this nonsense.

MMP!

For a moment, they suddenly wanted to test how hard the armor base of this thing could be...

…

On the other side, the north side wall of the Governor's Palace.

Watching the group of Gray Wolf Army soldiers disappear like a tide, the player sitting on the machine gun position simply turned off the safety and complained with an unlucky look on his face.

"Oh my god, these guys can't help but fight."

When they heard that there were more than 5,000 people on the opposite side, almost everyone thought that there would be a fierce battle, but they never expected that the combat power of these so-called "elite" people would be so great.

However, it can be seen that these guys are trying their best.

The calibrated fire shells kept falling near the Governor's Mansion, but they were hit back by the Alliance's counter-shells not long after.

They tried to use human wave tactics to break through the machine gun fire of the Governor's Palace, but they were killed by several 10mm machine gun mounts.

Normally speaking, if his subordinates continue to be injured and the battle situation is not progressing at all, the frontline commander should be somewhat worried and realize that there is something wrong with his play style.

Since the support firepower cannot be used, then the artillery can be pushed to the front line and used as direct firepower, or more fortifications can be dug on the front line, and more machine gun positions can be built, even if a quick-decision raid is turned into a continuous consumption. A tug-of-war is better than letting the soldiers rush forward without artillery cover.

But they refused to do so, as if they were in a hurry to reincarnate and wanted to bring this battle to a conclusion as soon as possible.

Not only did the players holding the machine guns have no idea, but the players who were guarding the Governor's Mansion [with snipers] also didn't have any idea whether these guys were here to fight or to fertilize...

…

On the other side, at the Golden Gallen Port, the temporary headquarters was noisy.

The battle reports coming from the front line were floating like snowflakes, and the command line was even more noisy.

"...This is the Governor's Mansion. The enemy's frontline troops have collapsed! Should we continue to guard here? Or should we catch up?"

"This is the 300-man team! We are engaged in a firefight with the enemy units who have arrived for reinforcements! No enemy armored units have been found, and there are only a few anti-tank weapons... It should be a thousand-man team, or maybe two, We plan to empty the ammunition and come back."

"...Mom, we have an idiot here. An Urgot has its leg broken! The coordinates have been updated on the map. Please send support as soon as possible!"

"How many times have I told you, don't give random nicknames to your equipment! Use official numbers!"

"This is the 400th team. We are sending a small team to reinforce. Hold on!"

"I'm so hungry. When will dinner be served?"

"Who is at the port? Ask the NPC in the logistics department if they can add some food."

"...the enemy reinforcements have been defeated! Damn, these animals can retreat faster than I can with one leg. Brothers from the 400th Team are not coming! In a moment we will find a few fellow villagers to help drag that broken down unlucky thing. Son——"

"%￥#@!"

"Damn it, what are you going to do with the strength animals in your team? Do you still need to hire people for this kind of work?!"

"This is the Governor's Mansion. Our reconnaissance team is observing that the Gray Wolf Army is gathering in the direction of 'Claba Market'! The target is located five kilometers north of the Governor's Mansion. They seem to be planning to regroup there! Visually, there are still two or three A team of about a thousand people."

Although the communication channel was noisy, the feedback on the battle situation on the front line was relatively clear, and Fang Chang basically had a rough idea.

After all, even if the battle situation is a little urgent or even a little complicated, these beasts will not talk nonsense in the command channel.

Lao Ji looked at Fang Chang and said casually.

"What should I say? Should we directly eat these two or three thousand people? Or should we leave it to the rookies at Camp Rowell to deal with them?"

At present, nearly 20,000 slaves have received simple training. They at least know how to fire, when to fire, and how to capture the target and advance forward.

It is undoubtedly a dream to expect them to defeat a well-trained army on a frontal battlefield, but it is not a big problem to use them as cannon fodder to deal with a group of defeated troops with the support of Alliance artillery fire.

At least let them give it a try.

However, unlike Lao Yi, Fang Chang did not focus on the two or three thousand people who retreated to the Kraba Market area, but instead focused on the trenches outside the settlement.

"...Do you think there will be any important figures from the Xilan Empire among these two or three thousand people?"

Seeing how long the sudden opening was, Lao Dong hesitated for a moment and frowned.

"Why do you say that?"

"Guess."

Staring intently at the strategic map spread out on the holographic screen, he held his chin with his long index finger and thumb and fell into deep thought.

According to the intelligence observed by the scouts under Brother Shadeng, the Gray Wolf Army stationed outside the settlement has made new moves.

Although I don't know why General Alaya made such a series of stupid moves, it seems that the guy has noticed the trouble of the friendly forces and tried to make some remedies.

A team of ten thousand people was gathering in batches towards the positions outside the settlement, seemingly planning to pick up the defeated friendly forces from the front line.

At this time, Fang Chang suddenly had a bold idea in his mind.

"Even the top commander of the Gray Wolf Army is afraid of his identity... What do you think it could be?"

Lao Ji thought for a moment and spoke in an uncertain tone.

"Relatives of the emperor?"

He didn't know much about the organizational structure of the Xilan Empire. After all, this strange surviving force was completely different from any surviving force they had ever seen.

However, since this so-called elite of the empire is an elite directly under the emperor of the Xilan Empire, it makes the "Commander-in-Chief of the Royal Forest Army" feel nervous, which makes it unlikely that they are a small role such as eunuchs.

Even if it was just a pretense, he would try to save him, at least so that the person or the forces behind that person could not find fault.

Maybe Alaya doesn't really care about the life or death of this "VIP", but they can just take advantage of this...

After realizing Fang Chang's plan, Lao Ji looked at him in surprise.

"You want to gather around and call for reinforcements?"

"I do think so, but it also depends on whether they give us this opportunity. After all, these guys have always surprised us. I seriously doubt it will be the same this time..."

When he said "here", Fang Chang paused for a moment, put his hand to his ear, and gave an order to the murderous dagger stationed at Camp Rowell.

"Inform Lacy."

"Get him ready to work."

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(It’s the end of the month, so I’m shamelessly asking for a monthly ticket. Seeing as the updates this month have been as steady as an old dog, vote for me, brothers. QAQ)