This Game Is Too Realistic

The eastern suburbs of Qianzhu City.

The winding trenches were carved into the position like twisted centipedes, cutting the land in half.

The soldier wearing a steel helmet stood nervously in the trench, holding his rifle tightly with both hands, leaning forward, staring at the wilderness ahead with his eyes tightened.

Although it was a rare sunny day in the rainy season, an invisible black cloud was weighing on everyone's head. Whether it was the soldiers in the trenches or the fish in the ever-flowing river, they were all suffocated.

Inside the forward observation post.

General Alaya stared at the distant slope with a frown.

There were deep wrinkles carved into the corners of his eyes, the dark bags under his eyes were slightly swollen, his pupils were as turbid as the water of an eternal river, and there were a few strands of silver hidden in his temples. That haggard face seemed to have aged more than ten years overnight, completely different from the high-spirited look a week ago.

The same goes for Gopal, who was standing next to him. He looked like he had not slept well. He was always the most thoughtful person, but now he seemed taciturn.

An entire team of 10,000 people was captured by Jianqiu...

This kind of love has never happened since the birth of the Borneo dynasty!

This is not only a shame for a few of their officers, but also a shame for the entire Gray Wolf Army - and even all wolf tribesmen!

What is even more worrying is the more than 10,000 captured wolf warriors.

Their captors were the most ferocious thugs in Golden Gallen Harbor, a group of tortured slaves who were distorted both physically and mentally.

God knows what kind of cruel humiliation the proud wolves will suffer if they fall into their hands.

However, even though they were worried about what happened to those young men, they were temporarily unable to care about those poor guys.

At the same time that the news about the front line reached the capital, His Majesty from far away in Tiandu quickly sent a telegram, asking them to retreat a hundred miles to launch defenses around Qianzhu City and stop all attacks on the alliance. offensive actions.

Thousand Pillars City is the holy city of the Xilan Empire, and it is also a holy place in the hearts of all survivors of the Borneo Province. The iron ropes wrapped around the totem poles symbolize blessings to this land. Every year, a large number of Believers go here to pray for inner peace and peace.

Once the Alliance captures this place, not only will the royal family of the Xilan Empire lose its majesty, but the stability of the entire province will be seriously affected.

Thugs who burn, kill and loot in the name of doomsday will sweep across the entire province of Borneo.

No matter what, this settlement must not fall into the hands of the Alliance!

General Alaya is ready for a decisive battle to the death.

At this time, his adjutant trotted in from the trench at the rear, panting heavily and performing a military salute.

"Report! The buildings in the fighting area have been cleared, and there is no bunker or field in the entire front! I assure you, except for our people, not to mention survivors, not even a mouse can be seen!"

Alaya nodded and did not ask where the obstructive survivors were sent. He just continued to raise the telescope in his hand and stare at the east.

It was quiet there, except for a few abandoned shabby houses, and there was no trace of human life.

Gopal, the staff officer standing next to him, finally spoke.

"The alliance has abided by the ceasefire agreement... It seems that they still don't want to make the situation too big."

There was a hint of joy in his voice.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a looming dust shadow appeared in the distant wilderness.

The moment they saw the dust shadow, all the officers in the observation post were stunned. Alaiyan, who was the first to recover, shouted loudly.

"Ready to fight!"

At the same time as the roar fell, a piercing alarm sounded in the trenches that were more than ten miles wide.

The machine gunner squatting on the machine gun bunker hurriedly loaded the ammunition chain into the gun, and the gunner hurriedly turned the winch, making a clanging sound that almost caused the winch to grind out sparks.

Soldiers carrying rifles filed out of the explosion-proof bunkers, their chests pressed against the edge of the trench, and their fearful eyes looked outside along with the rifles in their hands.

A handful of dangling thorns dazzled in the scorching sun.

Everyone was nervously staring at the dust shadow that was getting closer and closer, waiting for the order to fire, and silently praying in their hearts that the order would never come.

Most people here have experienced the great escape by the Everliu River. Tens of thousands of people were chased by two hundred people, and some even jumped into the river.

The memory of fear is deeply ingrained in the hearts of every wolf soldier.

No one wants to experience the horror of that day again…

Alaiyang's face was as dark as water, and he said nothing, as if he was thinking about something. Gopal, who was standing aside, was sweating profusely and his hands holding the telescope were shaking.

This is the front line——

He swallowed and said nervously.

"General, if the alliance violently tears up the ceasefire agreement, this is the front line. We should at least move back a little bit-"

In fact, they were torn apart.

Before the formal ceasefire agreement is signed, Alliance soldiers are not allowed to step out of Golden Gallen Port. The only thing that needs to be determined now is whether the person is from the Alliance or a group of puppet troops composed of rebels and thugs.

"hold on."

Alaya interrupted him, staring straight ahead.

The dust shadow was finally close.

An armored off-road vehicle painted in desert color caught the eyes of all the officers and stopped about a mile away from the trench.

Some of the soldiers with sharp eyes who were positioned forward could even see it with their naked eyes, and their palms holding their rifles could not help but sweat.

Just as everyone was waiting with bated breath, the car door opened and a soldier wearing an exoskeleton jumped out of the car.

He carried a flagpole on his shoulders. When unfolded, it was three people tall. The flag with a blue background was painted with a bunch of golden yellow strips, and in the upper left corner was the emblem of the alliance.

All the officers were stunned when they saw this, not knowing what he was going to do. The soldiers in the trenches felt their hearts sink, and despair was about to come out.

No doubt——

That exoskeleton is from the Alliance!

They didn't even change into casual clothes...

The wind blowing along the Yongliu River blew the flag loudly. [Zero Chong] took off the mask and eyepiece of his helmet to get some air, but he almost lost his breath from the smoke.

Smiling awkwardly at the silent and solemn trench in the distance, he closed the mask again, and then firmly inserted the three-person-high flagpole into the soil beneath his feet.

Driven by the exoskeleton, the flagpole pierced the soil as deep as a person, not only by the Yongliu River, but also in the hearts of the wolf soldiers.

The soldiers and officers in the trenches in the distance watched helplessly, but no one fired, and they swallowed the humiliation silently.

An imperial soldier gritted his teeth and wanted to take aim, but the captain on the side reached out to hold the barrel of the gun and shook his head to stop him.

Gopal in the observation post swallowed again, smiled to hide his embarrassment, and said calmly.

"They behaved fairly well..."

Alaya didn't speak, and neither did the adjutant behind him. He laughed dryly again and returned his attention to the telescope in his hand.

The soldier who finished planting the flag returned to the car, and then an iron chain seemed to be dropped from behind the car, with something like a rake tied to the chain.

The off-road vehicle started up again, turned a corner on the spot, and galloped along the direction of the trench, with its back to the Yongliu River.

The huge tires threw up billows of dust, and the taut iron chains made a clanking sound, plowing a moderately deep ravine in the ground.

At this moment, the officers standing in the observation post finally understood what they meant, and anger appeared on every face.

The flagpole is stuck at the ceasefire line!

Facing the empire's 300,000 troops, they only sent a flagpole!

This is Chi Guoguo’s provocation!

It is a provocation to the Gray Wolf Army and even the entire empire!

"These bastards!" the adjutant standing behind Alaiyan yelled. He wanted to rush up and shoot the car in the butt. Then he looked at General Alaiyan and said sincerely, "General! Come on! They are the ones who broke the agreement. First!"

Alaya did not speak, but Staff Officer Gopal who was standing aside was shocked when he heard this and quickly spoke to dissuade him.

"The ceasefire agreement has not been signed yet. It is His Majesty's unilateral request that the bandits stay in the settlement... They are indeed not obliged to abide by the agreement that has been signed. It is inaccurate to say that they have broken the contract."

"Are we just going to watch helplessly as these guys sneak back under our noses?!" The adjutant clenched his fists angrily, "If we don't tell the soldiers what they think, how can we explain to His Majesty?!"

"This is exactly what His Majesty meant..." Gopal coughed slightly and said in a low voice, "Do you still remember the cease-fire edict before? The important content is written in the title. As for the content, it is actually It’s secondary…”

Alaya nodded silently and still did not speak. He just silently put down the telescope, walked past the astonished adjutant, and left the frontline observation post.

Gopal is right.

The most important thing a loyal minister should sympathize with is His Majesty's hard work. As for ability, it is not the most important quality.

If he really insists on opening fire, even if an army of 300,000 soldiers comes out and crushes the Golden Gallon Port to pieces, even if he wins a proud victory in the end, he will not end well, and it will last for three to five years at most. The weeds on the grave can grow several feet high.

If you listen carefully to every word of His Majesty, even if you fight the stupidest battle, you will at most be reprimanded for a few words, and then you will be slapped by the people of Tiandu, and in the end you will probably be held high and held high. Let it go gently and you won't really be punished.

Isn't it the duty of a minister to bear some infamy for the royal family?

Looking at the lonely figure who turned around and walked back to the trench, Gopal felt a little uncomfortable on his face, although he was relieved in his heart.

Sighing softly, he reached out and patted the wide-eyed adjutant on the shoulder. He also passed by the latter and followed the general who was returning to the frontline headquarters.

Today, the wind and waves are calm along the Yongliu River, and there is no fighting on the eastern front.

Later, an edict was issued, saying that there was a gentle breeze on the outskirts of Qianzhu City. Occasionally, alliance armored troops broke in and wanted to cross the ceasefire line for a sneak attack. However, they saw that General Alaiyan's defense line was impregnable and there was no opportunity to take advantage of it, so he dropped the military flag. Flee in despair.

The propaganda poster showed the photo of the deserted man who had fled.

The billowing dust raised by the wheels looked really rushed, and it could be regarded as a counter-attack against the disgraced General Alaiyan, which restored some of his reputation.

Late at night, the deserted off-road vehicle finally belatedly escaped along the coastline back to Golden Gallen Harbor.

Looking at the dim lights in the distance, [Erliang Moonlight] sitting in the driver's seat let out a long yawn, moved his slightly sore arms and muttered.

"MMP! Why do we always do this kind of frivolous task with more money and less money?"

Sitting in the passenger seat and hanging up the phone, [Shanhe Meng Meng] did not speak, but subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror, hoping that a "true freshman" would reflect on it.

Perhaps it was because the [version of the first born] was sitting next to him, so Ling Chong showed no awareness that [the "true first born\