This Game is Too Real

The cold bayonet slapped his face twice.

Wabu, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, knew that he couldn't hide, and finally opened his eyes helplessly.

"Don't shoot..."

He slowly moved his hands to the sides of his head, palms up to indicate that he had no weapons.

The soldier holding the rifle didn't talk nonsense with him, just kicked the rifle next to him, looked at him coldly and said something.

"stand up."

Wabu did so honestly, got up from the ground numbly, held the back of his head in his hands, and followed the soldier towards the new alliance's position.

A few hours ago, a drone overturned Centurion Bagro's tank, and he was knocked out on the spot as he charged with the armored formation.

The surrounding brothers suffered heavy casualties, and those who did not die were also short of arms and legs, and the wolves were crying.

He is relatively lucky.

Perhaps because of his awakening, he only suffered a little skin trauma, and when Bear Tooth led a thousand troops to attack the highlands, he had already woken up.

However, Wabu did not get up from the ground immediately.

Especially watching the brothers in front rolling down the mountain one by one, worried that he would be pushed up to fill the line, he simply continued to close his eyes and pretend to be dizzy.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he fell asleep inadvertently. . When he woke up again, the brothers who had been rushing to the mountain just now started scrambling to escape down the mountain...

Wabu, who was pointed at by the bayonet and held his head in his hands, finally set foot on this insurmountable height, but he was a prisoner.

There are many people stationed here.

The new alliance reinforced the field, some prisoners were sent to dig artillery pits, and others crouched in the pitted clearing.

Wabu's heart shuddered when he saw those people digging soil.

Did the new alliance plan to bury them?

But he thought about it, it didn't make sense, after all, even if he wanted to bury it, it wouldn't be buried on the high ground, and he had to bury it at the foot of the **** anyway.

The top of the mountain to the north is also a campfire, and it seems that the large forces of the new alliance have occupied there.

Taking a peek at Wabu behind him, he couldn't help but feel a hint of despair in his heart, and began to regret why he listened to those rumors and ran to join the Bone-biting tribe.

There is neither wine to drink nor meat to eat, nor female prisoners with lingering charm and countless treasures.

In the past six months, all he has seen is the rat excrement all over the ground, the rotten wood floating in the gutter, and the hard-to-eat green wheat and croissants... These things in the Bugra Free State are only made by slaves and scavengers. Garbage to eat.

He came to make a fortune, not to be cannon fodder.

The situation here is so bad, he will never come!

"Go and squat over there."

Hearing the voice behind him, Wabu, whose thoughts were interrupted, did not dare to resist, he walked over honestly, and squatted beside the other prisoners.

Here, he saw many acquaintances.

A predator also from the Bugra Free State looked at him in surprise and whispered.

"…Wab? Are you still alive?"

Wabu said in a low voice in embarrassment.

"I woke up after being knocked out... What's the matter with you?"

There was a bitter expression on the man's face.

"We rushed to the high ground, but the losses were heavy, the new alliance quickly launched a counterattack, and the mountains were full of people..."

In ten minutes, he recounted what happened on the battlefield. Including the "artillery" flying overhead, and the trenches full of barbecue smell...

Wabu broke into a cold sweat.

At this time, an officer suddenly came over.

The person telling the story immediately closed his mouth, and the others stopped whispering.

I saw the officer and the soldiers guarding the prisoners talking a few words, and soon a soldier strode to the front of the prisoners.

"We need two prisoners here. It is the task that the manager personally explained. If they behave well, the sentence can be reduced. Does anyone voluntarily stand up?"

The prisoners looked at each other, no one dared to step forward, but timidly shrank back, for fear that this special task was to serve hot pot or have their organs harvested.

After all, they can do it themselves.

Wabu was equally frightened, but when he heard that the sentence could be reduced, he couldn't help swallowing and raised his hand tremblingly.

"I…"

The officer standing next to the soldier looked at him.

"name."

"Wab." Wabu replied quickly.

"Golden Fang's direct line?"

"No..." Wabu said nervously, "I... come from the Bugra Free State and used to be a bounty hunter."

The officer nodded, said nothing, made two random strokes on the notebook, and then waved his hand cleanly.

"follow me."

…

Although the battle was over before noon, the sweeping of the battlefield continued until the sun went down.

Not all the looters simply raised their hands in surrender, and some hid in the pine forest, or simply lied under the dead and pretended to be dead.

Chu Guang entrusted the task of cleaning the battlefield to the Second Corps and some newcomers below LV5.

Most of these corps have been established not long ago, and even the number of people has not reached the upper limit, but there are also some potential players.

Regardless of whether they are useful or not, it is always worth cultivating.

As for the main corps, Chu Guang took them to the top of the mountain to the north, remodeled the Marauder's position, and took over the supplies they had hoarded there.

Thirty trucks were seized throughout the battle, including the supplies contained in these trucks.

These trucks are the standard transport vehicles of the Legion Expeditionary Force. The mid-mounted high-horsepower pot camel machine is slightly stronger than the "electric mule" independently developed by the new alliance, and the cost of use is lower, but the relative mobility is poor. , and the noise is touching.

This kind of truck is suitable for large-scale long-distance transportation, such as running merchants across the province. Chu Guang plans to give half of it to the trade union, and the rest will be reserved for strategic reserves.

Apart from the trucks, what surprised Chu Guang the most was that ten of the twenty-seven Conqueror tanks could still be repaired!

The remaining wreckage that cannot be repaired, except for major accidents such as the explosion of the ammunition rack or the rupture of the oil pipe, the turret or the engine can be dismantled and recovered to some extent.

As for the captured "Ripper" rifles, "Falcon" assault rifles, Pu-9 submachine guns, Iron Fist rocket launchers, shotguns, light and heavy machine guns, 60mm mortars... and other infantry equipment, two warehouses were piled up.

This is enough equipment and supplies to arm half a division, and now all of them fill the arsenal of the new alliance.

While players are reluctant to use these rambunctious off-the-shelf gear, it's also great to sell to survivor colonies in the Eastern Provinces as a trade item.

After all, not everyone likes the high tech of the enterprise.

Some equipment that is powerful enough, durable, and simple to maintain is far better than those high-tech weapons that rely on logistics...

…

Temporary camp.

Cave-like warehouse door.

Looking at the piles of rifles and ammunition boxes, as well as the power of the players to load the loot into the car, Chu Guang couldn't help but meditate with emotion.

"Thank you for the gift of nature!"

More than a great victory.

It's just a wave of fat!

"...It seems that they plan to go directly south after capturing Songlinyu, and hit our door in one go. No matter how you calculate it, with their firepower and staffing, these supplies are obviously not prepared for two or three local battles."

Vanus, who followed behind Chu Guang, was also full of surprise. The amount of equipment, ammunition and other supplies here far exceeded his expectations.

With so many materials piled up on the front line, it can only be said that their plans are not small.

But just halfway through the words, Vanus' raised eyebrows twitched.

"...But rather than being surprised, I'd rather be surprised."

"Accident?" Chu Guang looked at him and asked curiously.

"Um."

Vanus nodded, walked to the door of the warehouse, picked up a rifle with a golden eagle on the **** from the ground, fiddled with it in his hand, and continued.

"The 'Falcon' Assault Rifle... The 210,000th can't have that."

It wasn't just the 210,000th team that didn't.

Neither did the thousand-man team he had brought before.

The Legion does not issue automatic rifles to clones, because it is a waste. At most, some death squads are issued Pu-9 submachine guns or shotguns in urban warfare or positional warfare, but they often don't fire them a lot.

After all, the three-year batch of clones are only consumables. Their survival time on the battlefield is only 10 minutes, and they do not need to be equipped with extra ammunition.

As for fire suppression, it can be handed over to specialized machine gunners.

"...The backbone of the legion is the citizens who have received military training. Before they become junior officers, they will join the youth army and go to the forefront of the battlefield. And this kind of rifle with a golden eagle on the **** is the youth army. The standard configuration is also proof of their identity.”

Looking at the rifle in his hand, Vanus looked a little nostalgic and put it aside. Although he became an officer as soon as he graduated and has no experience in serving in the youth army, when he won his first medal, he also received a

"It is impossible for the 210,000th team to have this kind of weapon. Their main task on the battlefield is to fill the line. Reinforcement of fortifications and positional warfare are their unique skills."

Chu Guang said thoughtfully.

"Maybe besides the 210,000th team, there are other deserters who took refuge in the Bone-biting tribe? For example, a certain thousand-man team of the Youth Army?"

Or bought it from the Bugra Free State.

I heard that at the end of the war, a large number of legion equipment flowed there. Some of this was sold as trophies by the people of the Great Rift, and some was sold by the Legion's own logistics officers.

As for doing it yourself, that's very unlikely.

After all, that bronzing pattern can't add damage to bullets.

Even if it is imitated, there is no need to imitate such redundant details.

"I don't rule out this possibility, although my intuition tells me that this possibility is very small," Vanus thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered something, "Speaking of which ... their commander?"

Chu Guang's expression was a little subtle.

"…died."

"Dead?" Vanus was stunned.

Chu Guang nodded.

"Well, the left half of his head was blown off, and more than twenty pieces of shrapnel were found on his body... It should be a 37mm high-explosive bomb that fell into the trench. But the bear tooth was caught, and his subordinates, A man named Tumen, who used to be the commander of the 210,000-strong team."

Speaking of this, Chu Guang was also quite speechless.

He couldn't ask the centurions and thousand centurions that he had caught before. He was thinking of catching the highest-level question, but he didn't expect to be killed by stray bullets.

He also wanted to make him a transport captain.

After all, I gave myself so many trophies...

After listening to Chu Guang's words, Vanus' face was filled with confusion.

Or confused.

A man who was a deserter once died on a battlefield that didn't belong to him. He thought for a long time and didn't understand what that Dillon was trying to figure out.

Chu Guang also didn't want to understand why the idiot didn't hide in the anti-gun hole, but compared to such trivial matters, he now had more important things to consider.

"...No matter where these weapons came from, I'd like to hear your advice on the next step."

Vanus knew what Chu Guang wanted to ask, and replied after thinking for a moment.

"Although we have wiped out the five thousand-strong teams of the Ya clan, there are still more than 20,000 looters in Xizhou City. The terrain from the Sixin District to the southern part of the city is complicated, and it is difficult to exert the advantage of maneuvering. We directly push the front line into the city and fight the looters in the streets. Not a good idea."

"My suggestion is to advance the artillery position from Qingshi County to a mountain pass five kilometers north of Songlinyu, where there are artillery defenses they have prepared for us."

"There is no need to send people in for problems that can be solved with cannonballs. At the latest in two weeks, this war will be over."

After all, those guys are just a bunch of predators.

The reason why they gathered together is to gather a group to rob and unleash the instinct of beasts on this wasteland planet where civilization has collapsed.

Of the more than 30,000 looters stationed in Xizhou City, at least two-thirds came because of their reputation.

It is neither beliefs, nor culture or traditions, not even bloodlines, that maintain their cohesion.

Once you can't continue to win, people's hearts will naturally disintegrate.

Not to mention a head-on setback, sustained casualties, and a complete lack of hope of victory.

A country of predators?

It was just a dream.

I am afraid that only the Skull Crusher, Jin Fang, would believe it.

After listening to Vanus' plan, Chu Guang nodded with satisfaction.

Because he thought so too.

"Looks like we've come up with a plan."

After a pause, he continued.

"However, that's not enough, we not only bomb them strategically, but also mentally."

"Like?" Vanus asked with interest.

"In addition to aerial bombs and artillery shells, there are flyers and broadcasts," Chu Guang smiled lightly, "We not only bomb those filthy goblins, but also tug at their ears and tell them that the Bone-biting Tribe is undefeated. Their record has ended in our hands, we have defeated their most elite troops on the frontal battlefield, and they have no chance of winning against us!"

"...But we are the masters of civilization, and we won't do senseless massacres. We need people to rebuild the wasteland, and we need people to help take care of prisoners of war. As long as they come to us with leaflets, or to the local guerrillas to surrender, we will Give them a chance to be human again, and it's their last and only chance."

What are goblins?

Vanus was stunned for a while and didn't react for a while.

But the idea of ​​dropping flyers and deploying broadcasts in the city made his eyes bright. He, who once served as the commander of the legion, immediately saw the intention of this card.

Those leaflets not only dampen the morale of the defenders, but also disintegrate their organization, leaving the plunderers in the predicament of mutual suspicion in the desperation of the army.

They had to endure the shelling of the new alliance, while cleaning up the broadcasts the guerrillas deployed in the city, controlling the rumors one after another, and checking whether there was a "defection" hidden in their pockets.

It may not take two weeks.

They can see the looters running away or even capitulating...

The more I think about it, the more I think this idea is simply too good, UU reading www. uukanshu. com Vanus couldn't help but exclaimed.

"That's a good idea...but most of the predators are illiterate, and you'll probably have to take some care to get them to understand what you've written on paper."

Chu Guang smiled and shook his head.

"There is no need to write superfluous nonsense."

"A few simple patterns are enough."

It is true that there is no need to employ people to solve problems that can be solved with shells, but shells cost money after all.

Anyway, the war has come to an end, it is better to save a little if you can save a little, printing leaflets is better than printing money.

When this war is over, there will still be more places to spend money...