This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 400: Go to the front line!

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I think this is our last chance.

If we cannot keep it in the River Valley Province and wait until the airship returns to port to complete supplies and rendezvous with local ground forces, we will face a crisis several times greater than the current situation.

Vault 79, manager's office.

In addition to Chu Guang, there are more than ten people standing here.

A few days ago, when Chu Guang set off from Qingquan City to Ruigu City, he issued an order to move the headquarters to the front line.

In addition to Vanus and other staff members, all officers of the First Corps, including Wrench, were also transferred here.

At this moment, Chu Guang was holding a handwritten battle plan in his hand. He finished reading the preface and then looked at the general catalog.

The entire plan has a total of twenty-four pages. It was written by Commander Quan Shui, the commander of the Storm Corps. The objective evaluation is that the writing is quite good. Both the macro and the details are very detailed.

The plan divided the campaign into three phases, including air warfare, ground warfare and the final landing battle.

Including what goals need to be achieved at each stage, how many personnel need to be invested, how many weapons, what to do if the progress is successful, what to do if the progress is not smooth, etc., there are detailed descriptions in the combat plan of each stage. .

This plan was certainly not completed in one day.

Chu Guang had noticed a long time ago that the player named Commander Quanshui had been observing the airship from the moment the Storm Troopers arrived in Ruigu City, or from the moment the 400mm main gun opened fire.

Including its observation distance, firepower accuracy, firepower interval time, muzzle turning speed, detection efficiency at different distances, etc.

These combat parameters are now listed as arguments in this combat plan, and the action plans at each stage of the plan are designed based on the weaknesses reflected in these data.

But even though the plan was so detailed, the player named Commander Fountain still mentioned it at the end of the plan——

There is a huge disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves. Our chance of winning is less than 20%, and it is difficult to use the same method twice. We only have one chance!

Since victory or defeat depends on this move, there is no need to conserve strength.

It is recommended to carry out general mobilization!

After turning the plan to the end, Chu Guang handed it to Vanus who was standing aside.

"What do you think?"

Vanus took the plan and flipped through it. It took him a little longer than Chu Guang to read it until the end. He thought for a moment and gave an objective evaluation.

"Well written, but still a bit modest. In my opinion, there should be a 30% chance of winning."

As a commander of the Clone Corps, he has never been on an airship, and the detailed combat parameters of the airship are kept secret from the outside world.

He can only analyze several public battle reports in the past. These data tested through actual combat should be more than 70% accurate.

The only advantage of the new alliance is probably intelligence.

After the Bone-Chewing Tribe fled as birds and beasts, the legion’s intelligence network in the southern part of the River Valley Province could be said to be completely blank.

The Bugra Free State in the north may have the legion's spies, but it is too far away from here. The trade route between the new alliance and the north has just begun, and because it is growing so fast, a lot of information can pass through the Bugra Free State. The information that Bang passed to the legion was also outdated information from a few months ago.

Wrench standing aside asked with a frown.

"Only 30%?"

Vanus nodded and spoke strictly.

"Well, in my impression, most of the battles that the Heart of Steel participated in were asymmetric warfare, or as we call it, suppression warfare. Considering this situation, they may not have combat experience in electronic warfare, but it may just be No experience."

"With all due respect, this is a big gamble."

Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.

"Is it right to bet that the opponent has never seen this kind of play?"

Vanus nodded.

"Yes, this is a crazy plan, and I don't recommend you adopt it. But I have to admire your Corps Commander for being able to study the parameters of the Heart of Steel so thoroughly in one month."

Chu Guang smiled faintly.

Of course, ability is one aspect, but the key is that the information sharing ability based on "morphological field" technology is too powerful.

Every player or cloud player active on the forum, no matter what professional talent or big boss, can put forward their own analysis conclusions based on the intelligence collected in the game, and which ones will be verified by the players in the game The conclusion is more reliable.

Although many of the alliance's weapons are of World War II and Cold War standards, the information technology may still be beyond the era of the People's Federation.

After all, the "morphological field" that cannot be shielded or interfered by existing technology seems to have been researched by the first generation managers of Vault 404 after entering the Wasteland Era.

There is also verification of information.

Those are all the players of the Storm Corps who sacrificed their lives for it

Taking the plan from Vanus, Chu Guang stared at it and thought about it for about five minutes before suddenly speaking.

"I intend to adopt this plan."

Hearing this, Vanus showed a hint of surprise on his face. He looked at Chu Guang, who had already considered it carefully, and asked seriously.

"Are you sure?"

Chu Guang nodded.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

Vanus couldn't help but continue.

"I don't want to pour cold water on it, but implementing this plan requires a huge amount of manpower!"

"Even if there are not 10,000 people on that airship, it is still a team of 10,000 people. If we want to implement this combat plan within a week, the most conservative consideration is that we need to mobilize at least 10,000 people within three days. Seven thousand people."

"Is three days too late?"

This is not his concern alone.

The faces of several other staff officers also showed worried expressions.

This is not a sign of cowardice, but simply out of strategic considerations. Setting the decisive battle within a week is too hasty.

After all, war is not a game of chess. You can win or lose by moving the chess piece a up.

It takes at least a month to prepare for such a major battle to ensure coordination between the various forces and all plans to be carried out in an orderly manner.

Their decisive battle with the Bone Chewing Tribe had been prepared for a month and a half.

Chu Guang smiled faintly and answered without hesitation.

"There's enough time, three days is enough, mobilization is not a problem for us!"

He believes in his players.

Not because of the power given to him by the shelter, but because this is not his game alone.

The alliance is not an alliance of one person, but belongs to all the people who have shed blood and sweat for this land. When the alliance faces a threat of life and death, whether it is a farmer, a fisherman, or a player doing business, Everyone will step forward without hesitation.

Not just for profit.

It is also to protect "our world".

Mobilization does not take a week.

One minute is enough.

"In addition to mobilization, I plan to send some mercenaries while sending regular troops. Conservative estimates suggest that the number of participants in the battle can reach 10,000!"

Closing the battle plan in his hand, Chu Guang placed it on the desk beside him and looked at the officers standing in the office.

Looking at those eyes filled with fighting spirit, he paused and continued.

"How long should the trenches be dug? Where should the machine guns be placed? I am not that professional in these tactical details, but there is a sentence in this plan that I very much agree with."

"If we don't keep it here, we'll be in bigger trouble later."

"It has to stay here."

"You must stay!"

Don’t talk about a 30% chance of winning.

Even if there is a 1% chance of winning.

He will also give it a try!

After the combat meeting, Chu Guang used a disposable temporary communication device to send the next stage of work arrangements to Xiao Qi who was far away in the shelter.

The information, which is less than 10MB, includes the content updated on the official website today, as well as details related to the general mobilization and specific plans for recruiting mercenaries.

The second half of the content is mainly for NPCs. Xiaoqi will translate Chinese into Renlianyu for him and accurately convey the orders to specific departments and individuals.

In fact, even without his mobilization, players have stopped their ongoing work one after another and gathered in the direction of Ruigu City for the new expansion pack.

On the other side, it is daytime in the real world.

Commander Quan Shui opened a chat thread in the corps communication section of the forum. While attaching the battle plan, he called the corps commanders of each corps.

Looking at the IDs of the big guys in the post, Commander Quan Shui was still a little cautious when typing to modify the wording.

Or nervous.

After all, command ability and organizational ability are two concepts.

The former is about strategy and tactics, while the latter is more about human nature.

He probably got the sealing test qualification together with me. Compared with those t0 and t1 players who got the sealing test qualification very early and have limited medals on their chests, his qualifications are still a little bit junior.

To put it in realistic terms, the regiment commander commands the division commander.

It would take a lot of effort to change this to another mmorpg, just to coax these big brothers into obedience.

Fortunately, the server atmosphere in Wasteland OL has always been good.

Thanks to Gou Planner being a good person and not deliberately inciting players to fight and compare with each other for the sake of KPI, everyone can get a good game experience in Wasteland OL whether they are good or not, and most of the players in t0, t1 and t2 are friends. , rather than the guild ecology of some MMORPGs-big brother, princess and licking dog.

The guide is well written. Whether you are a newbie or an experienced player, or even a cloud player, everyone will politely give it a thumbs up before picking it up.

Lao Bai: "I think the battle plan you wrote is good, but it would be better if you were more confident. (Baring teeth)"

Ye Shi: "That's right, what a 20% success rate, the advantage is obviously mine! (Funny)"

Fang Chang: "Professional matters must be done professionally, it's up to you, brother. (bad smile)"

Wind: "+1"

Commander Quanshui: "Ahem, thank you, bosses. This is actually my first time to command such a large-scale team battle."

The mole on the run in the canyon: "Hahaha, it doesn't matter, Rommel was still a lieutenant in the first battle! When this battle is over, you will be able to be a division commander. (Funny)"

Edge: "The Death Corps is following! Just leave the most dangerous place to us!"

Midnight Killing Chicken: "The Jungle Corps also followed! (Proud)"

There are really mosquitoes in wc: "The ace pilot applied to fight! (Dog Head)"

Looking at the line of replies on the screen, Commander Quanshui was moved, took a deep breath, poked the screen with his finger and typed a reply.

"Thank you! Thank you for your support!"

"The decisive battle will begin within a week. I will assign the most appropriate tasks to you based on the equipment configuration of your corps and the combat environment you are good at. I hope you can trust me and listen to my command in the team battle. I I promise I will not betray your trust!"

Lao Bai: "No need to be polite. We are all good brothers in the alliance. Just tell us where we need to go and leave the rest to us! (Baring teeth)"

Edge stroke: "Rush!!!"

The next morning.

The tranquility outside Boulder City was disturbed by clear and earnest shouts.

"New issue! New issue!"

"The battle situation on the front line is at a stalemate. The alliance has launched a general mobilization and is now recruiting mercenaries to join the war. The rewards are generous and the opportunity is rare!"

Newsboys walking around the streets shouted while delivering newspapers to newsstands, pubs and grocery stores, or stuffing them into mailboxes at the door of customers' homes.

At the entrance of the tavern that had not yet opened, a large group of people gathered around a freshly released newspaper, chatting and discussing. It was very lively.

"The coalition recruits mercenaries, and they will be given 50 chips or 100 silver coins a day!"

"It's half a month's wages!"

A man with engine oil on his clothes took a breath. Judging from his clothes, he should be a worker in a nearby machinery factory.

After hearing such a generous reward, many people showed excited expressions on their faces, and the mercenaries standing aside couldn't help but say.

"Do the hillbillies in the northern suburbs have so much money?"

The colleague next to him heard it and answered.

"I heard that Boulder City Bank lent them a lot, and the chips are all stored in the bank, so there is no need to worry about not being able to pay them back."

In the end, the borrowed money was spent well. The remuneration paid by the New Alliance was almost twice what Boulder City paid for the Tide.

And 100 silver coins a day is only the base price for a single mercenary. If a well-trained mercenary group signs up, the price will probably be higher.

Hearing what his colleague said, the mercenary was immediately moved, and immediately looked at the man sitting at the door of the tavern and asked.

"How to register?"

The guy hit him and repeated impatiently.

"Isn't it written in the newspaper? Just take the newspaper and go to the mercenary recruitment point in the south of Shuguang City to report. They will give you clothes and guns."

"Give me one!"

Without any hesitation, the mercenary immediately took out his wallet, threw a chip into the boy's hand, picked up a newspaper from the stall and stuffed it into his arms.

There are many people like him.

On that day, more than 3,000 mercenaries took newspapers and set off out of the city towards the northern suburbs.

Although bullets do not have eyes, they are not necessarily any more dangerous than aliens. For these mercenaries who lick blood with their blades, they are selling their lives to whomever they work for. Of course, they will go to whoever offers the highest price.

In addition to those ruthless people who really dared to attack, the streets and alleys of Boulder City were also discussing the battle situation on the front line.

All signs indicate that the stalemate will soon end, and a decisive battle is brewing in Ruigu City, 150 kilometers away

While the residents of Boulder City were discussing the news in the newspaper, the office of Survivor Daily was also busy.

The editors who were busy organizing information and typesetting wanted to bury their heads in piles of paper.

Except one person——

That person is Hal, the president of the newspaper.

It’s different from the past few days.

He was sitting by the window with a cigarette dangling from his mouth and a worried look on his face. There were cigarette butts scattered on the ground next to the stool, and his eyes lost light.

Although the sales of the newspaper are booming, he is not happy at all at this moment.

Just a few days ago, his eldest brother Kaliman came to Boulder City. When he came here to visit him, he also brought news about Luoxia Province.

With the support of the Legion, the Falcon Kingdom provoked an all-out war against the desert kings, and the boiling flames of war have reached Oasis No. 9 where the Lion Kingdom is located

And this was news last month.

Such a big thing happened at home, and Hal was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot these days. He wanted to send a reporter to Luoxia Province to have a look, but no one took the job.

Entering the desert is inherently risky, let alone a war going on there. No matter how high the salary, you have to spend your life.

Just when he was so worried that he didn’t know what to do, the savior suddenly appeared

"I'm going to the front line. The Alliance should be heading into the desert. When we get to Oasis No. 9, I'll take a look at the situation at home for you."

Pushing open the door and entering the newspaper office, Fang Chang didn't say any pleasantries. He looked at Hal sitting by the window and got straight to the point.

On his back was a backpack half as tall as a man, with a self-defense LD-47 assault rifle hanging next to him. He had even packed his equipment and luggage.

When Hal heard this, he was stunned. He didn't stand up from the stool until the cigarette **** in his mouth fell on his pants.

He walked quickly to Fang Chang and held his hand excitedly.

"Thank you! Sorry, I don't know what to say except thank you!"

Looking at Hal who looked grateful, Fang Chang joked.

"You're welcome, but it's not easy to be a war reporter. Remember to give me double the reward."

Hal said excitedly.

"Three times! I'll give you my salary too!"

Fang Chang coughed lightly.

"That's not necessary"

He was just kidding.

The bionic parts that have been on the market for so long have opened up the Boulder City market for the Alliance. He really doesn't lack that little money.

Hal was about to say something moved, but at this moment, a surprised voice suddenly came from the side.

"Wait, what do you mean? You are going to the front line?!"

Fang Chang looked in the direction of the voice and saw a pair of eyes widened in surprise under a head of short emerald hair staring straight at him.

Noting the expression on Dolly's face, Hal coughed slightly and tried to say a few words for Fang Chang.

“People are eager to know the truth, and some warriors must stand up and go to places where most people are not willing to go——”

"Stop saying those hypocritical words. You are just worried about the situation at home and don't dare to go back by yourself, so you want to throw the trouble on others, right?"

Dolly stared at him and said to the point.

"This is called pretending to be public for personal gain!"

It was quiet in the newspaper office,

Even the sound of turning paper became quiet.

Feeling the eyes of the people around him, Hal looked embarrassed and said defensively.

"I am naturally part of the 'people'. I admit what you said. I really don't dare to go back, and I don't have the ability, but I don't agree with you that this is a pretense for public benefit. The residents of Boulder City will be disappointed with Luoxia Province. Those who are interested in what is happening, they have recently paid more and more attention to what is happening outside, and I am also considering it from the standpoint of the newspaper."

Dolly did not listen to his sophistry, but looked at Fang Chang, staring straight at him.

"Are you going to the front line?"

Fang Chang nodded.

"Yeah."

There was obvious reluctance and worry in those beautiful eyes.

She lowered her chin, her voice carrying a hint of imperceptible pleading.

"Can you not go?"

Hearing this, Fang Chang smiled and reached out to rub her little head.

"If I don't go, this is the front line."

If people from the legion come to kill them, there will be no way to distinguish who is from Dawn City, who is from Boulder City, and who belongs to the Alliance.

They will steal everything they can, then burn what cannot be taken away, and use the deprived people as slaves

Just like what they did at Camp Fallen Leaf.

Feeling the warmth passing through her hair, Dolly's cheeks felt slightly hot, but she did not avoid it.

Biting the inside of her lip gently, she finally stopped trying to persuade her and just muttered in a very soft voice.

"I will pay my salary next month. I have agreed to treat you to dinner and you must come back safe and sound."

After hearing these words, Fang Chang couldn't help but curl his lips in laughter.

He can be sure that nothing will happen to him.

As long as the alliance continues to exist, no matter how many times he meets death, he will wake up after three days and see the rising sun on the fourth day.

However.

He is not willing to tell those unflattering jokes on this special occasion.

Looking into those eyes, he answered solemnly in a very soft voice.

"I promise."

Whether they are professional players in combat or professional players in life, regardless of their level and occupation, everyone has received the server announcement of the general mobilization and responded to the call for mobilization.

At the same time, the farm in the north of Shuguang City.

Makabazi jumped off the smoking tractor, looked at the old farmer carrying a **** not far away, and shouted in non-standard couplets.

"Old man! Please help me take a look at the crops in the fields these days. I'll leave the keys to the tractor here."

He doesn’t know the npc’s name.

But after working together for so long, everyone has become familiar with each other. Including many farmers nearby, their tractor driving skills were learned from his tiger brothers.

Currently, Makabazi’s farming level has reached level 6, and he is only level 4 away from his dream manor.

Money is nothing but a trivial matter, and the crops in this field cannot be left to waste.

The old farmer also didn't know his name, but he was no stranger to this strange guy.

Obviously he is a noble shelter resident, but he does such rough work with them, and he still enjoys it.

More than that, this guy values ​​the crops in the field more than his life.

Before, a multi-legged beast wandered here from the Elm District. Others turned around and ran away when they saw the monster. Only he rushed forward with a roar, picked up a **** and started to fight with the monster. He was stunned. Beat that alien species away.

It’s really hard to imagine what kind of thing could make him leave the crops in the field alone and not come back for several days.

Looking at the young man, the old man couldn't help shouting.

"Where are you going?"

After patting the dusty equipment, Makabazi threw his backpack on his shoulders and responded with a smile without looking back.

"Go to the front line!"

The old man carrying the **** was stunned and asked subconsciously.

"Then, when will you come back?"

"Come back after you win!"

Not waiting for the old man to answer, Makabazi had already gone to the entrance of the farm humming a tune, and met the tiger who was waiting there.

Looking at his linen bag and the magazine hanging on his backpack, Tiger put his hands in his pockets and joked with a smile.

"Why are you bringing so many things? I fly a plane and will be back soon, right?"

I heard that a propeller plane couldn't survive two seconds against that iron lump.

To say I'll be back soon is a bit exaggerated.

Three days are still needed.

Makabazi smiled.

"There are people flying the plane, we are flying something good this time!"

Interested by these words, Tiger asked curiously.

"What good stuff?"

Makabazi raised his chin and said with joy.

"Tank!"

The moment he heard these two words, Tiger was stunned for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he was completely shocked.

"Damn it, have you ever driven that thing?!"

And wait.

When did the Alliance have tanks? !

Makabazi did not explain, and said with a smile: "No! But it's not important! I heard from the director of Factory No. 81 that that thing drives like a tractor!"

The tiger couldn't help but spray.

"This is so far gone, okay?"

Makabazi patted his good brother on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, that thing is not as difficult as you think. Later I will trick a strength-based animal into being a loader. Then you will be responsible for driving, and just step on the accelerator as hard as possible for me!"