This Game is Too Real

   Chapter 430 My friend, not everyone in this world is as pure-hearted as you

"Grass……"

   Looking at the messy military base in front of him, the man wearing bulletproof armor standing at the camp gate couldn't help but let out a foul language.

His name is Wag, and he belongs to the 9,000th team of the 30,000th team. He leads a ten-member team and is stationed at the outpost about 20 kilometers away from here. He is responsible for monitoring the valley on the northwest side of Camp 530, and guarding a Relay tower.

An hour ago, he received news from the 9000s that Camp 530 did not routinely report the security situation, and did not respond to the communication from the command post, so he immediately took his subordinates to take a look there to see if they were The communication equipment is out of order, or something unexpected happened.

  Wag didn't hesitate, he immediately brought three brave and good men, riding a three-wheeled diesel motorcycle, cross-country for more than 20 kilometers, and went straight to Camp 530.

   However, when he arrived at the military base, he found that it had long since turned into ruins...

"anyone there?"

   shouted loudly, but there was neither a commotion nor any response.

  Wag raised his rifle in a high tension, threw his fists decisively, and led three riflemen carefully through the camp gate and into the interior of the military base.

  The street lights on both sides of the road were all black, and the power supply system here seemed to be damaged. Except for the still burning barracks, there was only a little bit of moonlight left.

   Moving forward along the broken road, when passing the area near the garage, everyone's faces were not very good-looking, and they were blue and white.

   A charred corpse lay crooked, many curled up together, and even the complete human form could not be found.

   As for the garage with the door open, all the tanks and trucks inside have been driven away, and the supplies inside have also been removed, even a wrench and screwdriver have not been dropped.

  Wage swallowed his saliva, and led his riflemen to search for the command post.

   Soon they passed a checkpoint where there seemed to be an intense exchange of fire not long ago.

  Whether it was the collapsing sandbag wall or the corpses covered in blood, it was not difficult to see what kind of brutal firepower the legionnaires who had been standing here an hour ago had encountered.

   The same goes for the mutant mercenaries not far away.

  Those big guys either had their heads smashed, or they had a big hole in their chests, and they were smashed through by some kind of large-caliber weapon. It was almost impossible to find a complete body, and the death was extremely miserable.

   Even mutants with strong resilience can't stand it...

   Not to mention those ordinary people.

   "...Grandma's, I bet this is definitely not done by the guerrillas and the Royal Army!" A rifleman looked around nervously and cursed in a low voice.

   Another rifleman who looked at the younger one, breathing a little too quickly, looked around nervously, and muttered softly.

   "Could it be someone from the Great Rift Valley?"

   Listening to the whispers of the soldiers, Varg looked around with a solemn expression, and replied succinctly.

   "...We only reached an armistice with them at the beginning of the year, and we cannot rule out the possibility of them tearing up the treaty, but undeclaring war is not like their style."

   With his subordinates, Varg moved to the gate of the command post.

   The situation here is equally tragic. The nearby barracks tents and partitions are covered with dense bullet holes, and there are more than 50 corpses lying about in an open space of less than 50 square meters.

  Wag searched around, but couldn't find the body of the commander Piman. It was not until he searched the command post and the nearby anti-gun bunker that he found the problem.

   "...the documents here have been emptied."

   frowned slightly, Wagg recalled what the superior explained to him.

  530 Camp is related to a major plan, which was formulated by General Griffin himself, and it is related to whether the whole war will end before the end of August.

   Therefore, be sure to keep an eye on the condition of Camp 530.

   Without hesitation, Wagg reached out and took off the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder, and pressed the button to say.

"...call the command, here is the patrol of post 151, we have arrived at camp 530, the situation here is quite bad, I can't see a living person... nor the body of the commander of the military base, it is suspected that the Captured by unknown forces."

   "Including classified documents in the command post, ammunition in a nearby warehouse, tanks in the garage... The bandits who attacked here have emptied almost everything they could."

   His eyes wandered and searched, and his eyes suddenly fell on the rows of extinguished street lamps, and the expression on his face gradually became unnatural.

   For a moment, Wag suddenly thought of something, and his expression gradually became solemn.

   "All electronic equipment is paralyzed, including the street lights are all off, the military base is completely dark, I can't find any electronic equipment that is still working."

   "As bizarre as it sounds, my gut tells me...this is definitely not a simple electrical system failure."

   paused for half a second, he took a deep breath and said his guess.

   "The high probability is EMP!"

  …

   Camp 530 suffered a devastating blow.

  The elites of the legion stationed in the local area were almost wiped out.

and--

   Suspected to be hit by EMP!

The news of    was reported layer by layer and quickly reached the frontline headquarters of the Legion in Oasis No. 9, waking up a group of senior officers from their sleep.

   Combat meeting room.

   Griffin, with his hands behind his back, stood upright in front of the strategic map, his vulture-like eyes narrowed dangerously into a slit.

   The officers standing behind him were silent, looking at each other, exchanging the disbelief and surprise in their eyes.

   In the past month, their outposts and military bases have been attacked by the Royal Army and guerrillas, but the wastelanders who fought with fire sticks have never won.

  Like today, the headquarters did not know that the military base was destroyed until after the battle, and it has never happened before...

   Moreover, it was Camp 530 that was raided.

   is there!

   The staff officer standing next to him took a deep breath, broke the silence in the conference room, and reported.

"...Our planes have reconnaissed the surrounding area and found no trace of enemy troops. After stealing supplies, the attackers suspected to have hid in a valley 30 kilometers northeast of Oasis No. 9. They should have built a cover there. Fortifications, our plane didn't see anything."

  The atmosphere of silence was broken.

  The surrounding officers also jumped into the topic.

"According to the information reported by the nearby outposts, the other party is suspected of using EMP weapons to preemptively destroy the communication tower of the military base... Two possibilities, the Great Rift Valley intervened in the war, or the company increased its military presence in Luoxia Province. ."

   "Didn't they build an aviation base around Xizhou City, River Valley Province? People might come from there!"

"possible!"

   Listening to the discussions among his subordinates, Griffin, who had his hands behind his back, did not speak.

   Compared with the tragic loss of personnel, equipment, and supplies, what Griffin could not accept was that the battle plan he made last month was leaked.

Camp 530 is the logistical fulcrum for the entire northern front to launch the next round of general offensive. He doesn't mind the casualties of the vassals' entourages on the front line, but he has to carefully consider gnawing down on the Lion Kingdom without sufficient armor and supplies. How many casualties would be required for the northern zone of...

   Sunset is not just honey badgers and lions, but humps and golden lizards, and if the Falcon Kingdom is to conquer the whole of Sunset, they must control casualties.

  Otherwise…

   What is gained is also quickly lost.

   "...It's a pity that our flawless plan was leaked. They can pinpoint Camp 530 and know where our troops are at what hour of the day."

   looked around at the people in the tent, General Griffin sharply scanned every face present and said word by word.

   "The strategic deployment of the northern front has to be adjusted... It won't be difficult, but I want to know where the problem is."

   The silence in the room was terrifying, as if you could hear a needle falling on the ground.

   Just when everyone was nervous and tense, Griffin suddenly changed the subject and exposed the topic lightly.

   "Of course, I believe in your loyalty. The problem should be somewhere below. I need you to open your eyes to me and find out that inner ghost."

   Hearing these words, the officers finally breathed a sigh of relief, with expressions of relief on their faces, they stood upright and said.

   "Follow orders!"

"Yes, sir!"

   Looking at the subordinates who raised their chests, Griffin nodded, his eyes drifted back to the map hanging on the wall, and fell into contemplation.

  EMP weapons.

   That is obviously not the equipment of the kingdom, there is a high probability—no, it should be said that it must be the work of the company!

According to the information registered by the Logistics Department, Camp 530 only took over a batch of supplies from the Bugra Free State two days ago, indicating that the Great Rift Valley did not know about the existence of this supply line, otherwise they would have other ways to stop their vassals. Continue to do business with the Legion.

   Thinking of this, Griffin could not help frowning.

   Didn't McLennan brag?

  Is the Heart of Steel really taken away by the reinforcements of the company?

   If so...

  I am afraid their troubles are not small.

  …

   On the other side, when the frontline headquarters held a meeting overnight to formulate a battle plan, a desert-colored truck stopped at the entrance of the military camp where the headquarters was located.

   jumped out of the truck first. Colway glanced at the door and saw the officer waiting there, his eyes lit up.

   "Fidel?! Great! You're still alive!"

  Fidel, an officer under General McClane, is a high-ranking centurion with the same rank as him, but he is one round older than him.

   Looking at the dusty Colway, Feder gave a military salute, walked up excitedly, and held his right hand.

   "At the last critical juncture, I followed General McClen to board the escape pod, and I was lucky enough to escape... But it's nice to see you alive!"

  The two have a good relationship in private.

   Otherwise he wouldn't be waiting here.

   Colway said with a smile on his face with emotion.

"To be honest, I almost explained that in the desert, the battlefield was chaotic at that time, even ten people around me were dissatisfied, and there were those savages chasing soldiers behind me, I wanted to give up at one point... Thanks to this brother."

   Said, he pulled the battlefield guy who had just got off the bus to his side.

  Fidel glanced at the man with a tanned face, noticed that the bridge of his nose was flat, and raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

"Who is this?"

   "Pangolin!"

   patted the stiff-looking man on the shoulder hard, and Colway grinned at Fedir.

"Don't look at him as a wastelander, he is different from those people, he is a brave guy... Not only his skills, his loyalty to the Legion makes me ashamed. In order to make up for the travel expenses, he is even willing to Put down the dignity of a soldier and go dig coal in the coal mine. If he hadn't inspired me, I would have died in shame in the desert."

   Hearing the name Pangolin, Feder finally recognized the commander-in-chief of the retinue personally promoted by General McClen—the ruthless man who single-handedly killed the Mother of Deathclaw!

   On the way, McClen was talking about the head of the Mother of Deathclaw, but unfortunately he didn't take that collection with him.

   I didn’t expect this ruthless man to follow him, and he also took Kerway across the desert, all the way here.

   Save a high-ranking centurion.

   For the servants, it can be regarded as a great achievement!

  Fidel looked at the battlefield guy and said solemnly.

   "Thank you for saving my friend and bringing him back safely... I will definitely return this favor to you."

   "You don't have to thank me, this is what I should do." The Battlefield guy skillfully repeated what he had said many times.

   "We are all doing what we should be doing, but for those who have done it particularly well, appropriate rewards should be given... I will report your credit."

   Fidel smiled, patted the pangolin on the shoulder, then looked at Kerway, who was also smiling, and continued.

   "Come with me, the situation here has changed quite a bit, I will take you to the demobilization registration first, and we will talk about other things as we walk..."

  Korway needs to report first and restore his military status. After all, he has been missing for so long, and he is already half dead on the roster.

The    Legion will verify his identity through some professional processes, not fake clones or androids or something.

   As for the "Pangolin", there is no need to go through so many complicated procedures. After the name is registered on the squire's roster, it is left in the barracks of the logistics department.

   It was the second half of the night. Except for the outpost, where the lights were on, the rest of the camp was dark, so he couldn't walk around.

   After waiting for a while, a logistics staff finally came over, took him to a nearby cafeteria, and arranged for the cooking soldiers to make him a large table of supper.

   glanced enviously at the epaulette on the shoulder of the pangolin, and the logistics staff said respectfully.

   "Lord Ferdier asked me to entertain you. If you need anything, please let me know. Except for wine and women, I can help you think of ways to help you at this time."

  The battlefield guy looked at the young man's face, there was no obvious bulge on the bridge of his nose, and his slightly deep eye sockets looked like a resident in the desert. He thought he should be a citizen of the Falcon Kingdom.

   He was not polite when he was hungry all the way, and said bluntly.

   "Help me prepare more meat, preferably beef. My appetite may be a bit large, and the average person may not have enough."

  No need to spend money anyway.

   Wouldn’t it be a loss if you didn’t eat too much!

   The young man laughed when he heard the words.

   "You are an Awakened, please don't worry! Lord Keelway has already explained to me that he will prepare food for three people!"

   It turns out that Colway has already greeted himself...

  Looking at the smile on the young man's face, the warlord also smiled embarrassedly.

  This says...

   As if he was a rice bucket.

   After a short wait, the food was served quickly.

   consists of a whole roasted beef shank and a basket of freshly baked loaves topped with icing sugar and nuts.

   Not only that, but also a basket of juicy grapes, red dates, and an unlimited supply of milk.

   Looking at this table of delicacies that are so rich that people can't take their eyes off of them, the battlefield man couldn't help but sigh.

   As expected of the canteen of the headquarters.

   This Nima is delicious too!

   "If it's not enough, I can arrange for the kitchen to prepare it for you..." The young man bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Please use it slowly."

   With the idea of ​​"eat more for yourself, the enemy will eat less", the battlefield guy sat down at the long table and ate and stuffed the sea without any scruples.

   Seeing this guy feasting so fragrantly, the young man standing by the side was starving, he couldn't help swallowing, trying not to look this way.

   After a while, Colway, who finally finished the formalities, also came to the cafeteria.

   glanced at the pangolin frantically showing off the beef shank. He didn't think this picture was rude at all. He pulled out his chair and sat directly opposite the dining table, and snapped his fingers at the young man beside him.

   "Serve me a steak."

   "Ok sir."

  The young man nodded respectfully and quickly turned to the back kitchen.

   wiped the silver knife, Colway said casually.

   "We took a little time to go through the formalities just now. I didn't expect our front foot to be here, and the back foot to catch up with the big event."

   Hearing Colway's words, the fieldman swallowed the food in his mouth and replied vaguely in a conditioned reflex.

   "Something big happened."

   "Camp 530 was attacked."

   "Camp 530? What is that?"

"The logistics hub of the troops on the northern front is the camp we passed by two days ago," Colway said with a helpless expression, "what a coincidence... It's only two days apart. If we were delayed on the road for two days, I'm afraid my life will stay there."

   Hearing this sentence, the battlefield guy almost choked out the food in his mouth. In order to hold back his cough, his face turned red.

   Good guy.

   As soon as he sent the information up with his forefoot, the Alliance followed with his own information and brought the military base to him.

   This is really pushing yourself into the fire pit!

   However, Colway didn't doubt him, or even think about him at all.

   After all, they had been in the same truck for the past two days. No one would have thought that this guy who slept like a pig would be able to spread the word in his dreams.

   "Will they... suspect us?"

   "We?" Hearing this hesitant tone, Colway was slightly stunned.

   Immediately, he seemed to have heard a funny joke, smiled and shook his head,

   "How is it possible, we have just retreated to this area, and we don't even know the number of the camp, how can we know the role that military base played in General Griffin's plan."

"Also, taking 10,000 steps back, we only got there two days ago. Even if the news is leaked immediately, our enemy needs time to verify the news, and then formulate a battle plan based on the verified intelligence... It will take at least a month before and after. ."

   He picked up the cup and took a sip of hot cocoa. Colway moistened his throat and said with a slightly solemn expression.

   "To be honest, I'm a little suspicious of that guy named Adam."

   "Adan?" The Battlefield guy was stunned for a moment, "But what reason does he... have to betray us?"

   "Sometimes, you don't need a lot of reasons to do something, and it's not just him that I suspect, but all the businessmen from the Free State of Bugra."

  Korway looked at the battlefield guy and said in a gentle tone.

   "My friend, not everyone in this world is as simple-minded as you."

"Those merchants have no loyalty, they don't give allegiance to anyone, their lives are nothing but a pile of dung that doesn't bring life or death, just a soulless husk. Today they can sell us attack Spear, and may sell the shield to our enemy tomorrow. I am grateful for his kindness, but I would not be surprised if he betrayed us."

  The battlefield guy nodded with a guilty conscience.

"I understand."

"It's good to understand, I'm really worried that you will be deceived by those people," Colway nodded in appreciation, paused for a while and continued, "I said before that I would introduce you to General Griffin, but this happened. I'm afraid we'll have to wait a while."

  The battlefield guy said sensible immediately.

   "It's okay, my lord, I'm not in a hurry, it can be as late as possible."

   couldn't recommend him.

   He also doesn't want to see that guy at this time.

  The battlefield guy believes that it is impossible for everyone in the legion to be as stupid as the guy in front of him.

   Especially the Griffin who is always called "Old Fox", I am afraid that there is more bad water in his stomach than himself, he is really afraid of being seen through at a glance.

   "Are you feeling unwell?" Colway looked at his good brother with concern, "I feel that your face is not very good."

  The battlefield guy said foolishly.

   "It's a little bit, maybe it's because of the soil and water... I've never been to such a dry place."

  Corway nodded and said in a soothing tone.

   "This is indeed the case in the desert. You have to get used to it as soon as possible. There is still a long way to go, and sooner or later we will go further."

  The battlefield guy raised his spirits and said.

   "I'll get used to it asap!"

  …

   Vault 404.

   Looking at the news on the official website forum and the first-hand battle reports sent by the dead players, Chu Guang, who was leaning on the sofa and drinking an ice cola, was so happy that he could not close his mouth.

   dragged the wheel with his index finger, and he couldn't help but let out a compliment.

   "It's worth the money!"

   Whether it is the "Seagull" drone or the "Cerberus" unmanned vehicle, its performance on the battlefield has exceeded expectations.

   I have to blow a wave, the stuff given by "Fallen Empire" is really awesome!

   Of course, thanks to the superb performance of the players, the Death Corps, known for its battle loss rate, only lost thirty people this time.

  In normal times, the casualties for them would be a fraction.

   "We have to take advantage of this battle to buy more goods!"

   Including the R-36 "Sanctions" air-to-surface missile used by the "Seagull" UAV, one EMP missile directly turned the entire military base into deaf and dumb, and the unit price is only 250,000!

   Then there is the white phosphorus bomb, which sells for only 100,000 Cr, and has an amazing killing effect on soft targets.

  Although this price is not cheap, but it doesn’t matter if the budget for military aid is spent and not my own money.

   To be honest, Chu Guang originally thought that the guys on the east coast would be taboo against such cruel weapons, but he didn’t expect that he would be overly concerned.

   Leaning back on the sofa, Chu Guang looked at Xiao Qi who was sitting on the desk, and said beamingly.

   "Xiaoqi, contact Wu Mu, the representative of Changge Group for me. Tell him, what kind of 'Seagull' drone, I plan to buy ten more!"

   "Okay! Master!" With a vigorous answer, Xiao Qi obediently contacted the seller.

  Chu Guang continued to browse the forums and found that his "Pangolin" had just been launched, so he clicked on this friend Gangshui's post.

   Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Damn it! You guys are so ruthless, you just hit me as soon as I left!"

  Irena: "Is my identity exposed? I let Mole draw a book for you. (Funny

  The fleeing mole in the canyon: "Fuck off! I don't draw that kind of book!"

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Exposed a hammer! Fortunately, Laozi's wit has fooled the past. Next time, you can take it easy, at least wait for me to go far before bombing! By the way, the 530 camp you bombed seems to be the northern front of the legion. The logistics hub of the...the Corps northern offensive has been delayed because of the exposure of the battle plan, which I just heard from Colway."

   Quit smoking: "Fuck! Awesome!"

  Ye Ten: "666!"

  Quan Shui Commander: "Hahaha, I actually think the timing of this operation is quite good. Although the timing is a bit coincidental, but because of this, you are not easy to be suspected."

   Fang Chang: "+1, the more important the strategic goal is, the more careful planning is required, otherwise it is easy to make mistakes."

The edge of the water: "Hey, don't say it, the gang of friendly forces responsible for the feint got the time zone wrong this time, and the action was moved forward by a full hour! Thanks to us, we rushed there in time, and it would have been a few minutes slower. Destroyed!"

   Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Fuck, is it so real?"

  The edge of the water: "That's not it, the construction worker's three wheels are almost smoking!"

   Construction site boy and Brick: "MMP! How dare you say it! (angry

  Drum shampoo machine: "That's right! It's too rude! Next time, the whole battery car will be!"

  Drawing on the edge: "Hey! Can this be said to be me? Anyway, consider the actual situation! It looks like sand, where can I get you a charging bottle?"

   The corps commander of the death corps reasoned with the power animals in the regiment. A few players of the intelligence department opened a new post and bragged about it with other players.

  Especially the big eye in debt.

   Operated the "Seagull" drone to fish for french fries in the sky, but he was so excited that he almost blew the power of the drone into the sky.

  The only fly in the ointment is that the ammunition load is too small.

   He didn't have enough fun, and the bullets ran out.

  In any case, seeing "Pangolins" was all right, Chu Guang finally felt relieved.

  The reason why he acted so hastily was to prevent this guy from being suspected, but now it seems that the situation he was worried about has not happened.

  More than 800 kilometers.

   It takes a pigeon to fly this distance for a day.

   There are no large communication base stations and no communication satellites. It took two days to complete the information exchange and formulate a battle plan.

   After confirming the safety of the intelligence personnel, Chu Guang did not rush to release new tasks for him, but let him hide.

   This chess piece he intends to use in key places.

  It is best to take those big noses away in one wave.

   As for now, it's not the time...

   (end of this chapter)