This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 326: The mountains of trophies

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The cold bayonet slapped his face twice.

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

"Don't shoot"

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

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

"Get up."

Wabu obeyed the instructions obediently, climbed up from the ground, put his hands on the back of his head, and followed the soldier towards the new alliance's position.

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

The brothers around them suffered heavy casualties, and those who survived were all missing arms and legs. They were crying like wolves and howling like ghosts.

He is relatively lucky.

Perhaps because of his awakening, he only suffered a little skin injury. When Xiongya led the thousand-man team to launch an assault on the highlands, he had already woken up.

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

Especially when he saw the brothers in front of him rolling down the mountain one after another, he was worried that he would be pushed up to fill the line, so he simply continued to close his eyes and pretended to be dizzy.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I fell asleep without noticing. When he woke up again, the brothers who had been rushing up the mountain just now began to scramble down the mountain.

With a bayonet pointed at him and his head in his hands, Wabu finally set foot on this insurmountable high ground, but as a prisoner.

There are many people stationed here.

The new alliance fortified the position, and some prisoners were sent to dig artillery pits, while others squatted fearfully in the pits.

When he saw those people digging the soil, Wabu couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

Does the New Alliance plan to bury them?

But when he thought about it, it didn't make sense. After all, even if he wanted to bury it, he wouldn't bury it on high ground. He would have to bury it at the foot of the slope.

There is also a campfire on the hilltop to the north. It seems that the New Alliance's large forces have already occupied it.

Looking secretly at Wabu behind him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of despair in his heart. He began to regret why he listened to those rumors and ran to join the bone-chewing tribe.

There is neither endless wine to drink nor endless meat to eat, nor are there still charming female prisoners and countless treasures.

In the past six months, all he has seen is rat droppings on the ground, rotten wood floating in the gutters, and unpalatable green wheat and potato chips. In the Bugra Free State, they are all slaves and scavengers. Only those who eat it are rubbish.

He is here to make a fortune, not to be cannon fodder for others.

The situation here has been so bad before, and he would never come even if he said nothing!

"Go over there and squat."

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

Here, he saw many familiar people.

A plunderer who also came from the Bugla Free State looked at him in surprise and whispered.

"Wabu? Are you still alive?"

Wabu whispered embarrassedly.

"I was knocked unconscious before I woke up. What happened to you?"

The man had a bitter expression on his face.

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

In ten minutes, he recounted the events of the battlefield. Including the "artillery" flying overhead and the trenches filled with the smell of barbecue

Wabu broke into a cold sweat after hearing this.

At this time, an officer suddenly walked over.

The man who was telling the story immediately shut his mouth, and the others also stopped whispering to each other.

I saw the officer chatting with the soldiers guarding the prisoners for a few words, and soon a soldier strode up to them.

"We need two prisoners here. This is a task assigned by the manager personally. If you perform well, your sentence will be reduced. Is there anyone who will come forward voluntarily?"

The prisoners looked at each other, and no one dared to step forward. Instead, they shrank back timidly, for fear that this special task would involve serving hot pot or having their organs harvested.

After all, they can do this kind of thing themselves.

Wabu was also frightened, but when he heard that his sentence could be commuted, he couldn't help but swallow and raised his hands tremblingly.

"I"

The officer standing next to the soldier looked at him.

"Name."

"Wabu." Wabu replied quickly.

"A direct descendant of Jinya?"

"No," Wabu said nervously, "I'm from the Bugla Free State and I used to be a bounty hunter."

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

"Follow me."

Although the battle ended before noon, the cleaning of the battlefield continued until the sun went down.

Not all the looters simply raised their hands and surrendered. Some of them hid in the pine forest, or simply lay down under the dead and pretended to be dead.

Chu Guang handed over the task of cleaning the battlefield to the second corps and some new corps below level 5.

Most of these corps have not been established for a long time, and they have not even reached the upper limit of recruitment, but there are also some potential players among them.

No matter whether they are useful now, they are still worth cultivating.

As for the main force, Chu Guang took them to the mountains to the north to transform the raiders' positions and at the same time take over the supplies they had stored there.

A total of thirty trucks were seized during the entire battle, including the supplies contained in these trucks.

These trucks are all standard transportation vehicles for the Legion Expeditionary Force. They are mid-mounted high-horsepower camel trucks. Their load capacity and off-road capabilities are slightly stronger than the "electric mules" independently developed by the New Alliance. The cost of use is also lower, but they are relatively less maneuverable. The performance is poor and the noise is touching.

This kind of truck is suitable for large-scale long-distance transportation, such as traveling merchants across provinces. Chu Guang plans to give half of it to the merchant union, and the rest will be repaired and reserved as a strategic reserve.

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

As for 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 and the fire, the turret or engine can be dismantled and recycled.

As for the captured "Ripper" rifles, "Falcon" assault rifles, PU-9 submachine guns, Panzerfaust rocket launchers, shotguns, light and heavy machine guns, 60mm mortars and other infantry equipment, there were even more piles of two storehouse.

This is enough equipment and supplies to arm half a division, and now they are all filling the new alliance's arsenal.

Although players are not willing to use these off-brand equipment that are difficult to obtain with bullets, it is also excellent to sell them as trading goods to the survivor settlements in the eastern provinces.

After all, not everyone likes the high technology of enterprises.

Some equipment that is powerful, durable, and easy to maintain is far more useful than high-tech weapons that rely on logistics

Temporary camp.

The cave-like warehouse entrance.

Looking at the rifles and ammunition boxes piled into a hill, as well as the power players who were busy loading the loot into the truck, Chu Guang couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Thank you for the gift of nature!"

More than just a great victory.

It’s so fat!

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

Wanus, who was following Chu Guang, also had surprise written all over his face. The amount of equipment, ammunition and other supplies here far exceeded his expectations.

Piling so much supplies on the front line can only be said to be a big deal.

But just in the middle of speaking, Vanus’s raised eyebrows started to twist.

"But rather than being surprised, I am more surprised."

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

"Yeah."

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

"There is no way the 210,000th Falcon assault rifle team has this thing."

It’s not just the 210,000th team that doesn’t.

Neither did the thousand-man team he led before.

The Legion will not issue automatic rifles to clones, because it is purely wasteful. At most, it will issue PU-9 submachine guns or shotguns to some death squads in urban warfare or positional warfare, but it often will not issue many to them. bullet.

After all, the three-year batch of clones are only consumables. Their survival time on the battlefield is only 10 minutes, so there is no need to equip them with extra ammunition.

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

"The backbone of the legion is those citizens who have received military training. Before becoming grassroots officers, they will join the Youth Army and go to the forefront of the battlefield. This kind of rifle with a golden eagle on the **** is the The standard equipment of the youth army is also the proof of their identity."

Looking at the rifle in his hand, Vanus put it aside with a slightly nostalgic expression. Although he became an officer right after graduation and had no experience of serving in the Youth Army, he also got one when he received his first medal.

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

Chu Guang said thoughtfully.

"Perhaps in addition to the 210,000th team, there are other deserters who joined the Bone Chewing Tribe? For example, a thousand-man team from the Youth Army?"

Or maybe it was bought from the Bugla Free State.

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

As for doing it yourself, the possibility is very small.

After all, the hot stamping pattern does not add damage to the bullet.

Even if you imitate, there is no need to imitate such superfluous details.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out, although my intuition tells me that this possibility is very small," Vanus thought for a moment and suddenly remembered something, "Speaking of their commander?"

Chu Guang’s expression was a little subtle.

"Dead."

"Dead?" Vanus was stunned.

Chu Guang nodded.

"Well, the left half of his head was blown off, and more than twenty shrapnel was found on his body. It should be a 37mm high-explosive bomb that fell into the trench. But Xiongya was caught, and his A subordinate, a man named Tumen, was previously the captain of the 210,000-man army."

When it comes to this matter, Chu Guang is speechless.

I couldn't find out anything crucial about the Centurion and Centurion that I captured before. He originally wanted to capture the highest-ranking one and ask him something, but he didn't expect that he was killed by a stray bullet.

He also wants to make him a transportation captain.

After all, I gave myself so many trophies

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

Or confused.

A man who had been a deserter died on a battlefield that did not belong to him. He thought for a long time but could not figure out what Dillon was trying to do.

Chu Guang didn't understand why the idiot didn't hide in the bomb-proof cave, but compared to such trivial issues, he had more important things to consider now.

"Regardless of where these weapons come from, I would like to hear your suggestions on the next step."

Vanus knew what Chu Guang wanted to ask and thought for a moment before answering.

"Although we have wiped out five thousand-man teams of the Ya clan, there are still more than 20,000 plunderers in Xizhou City. The terrain from the Fourth New District to the southern part of the city is complex, and it is difficult to use our mobility advantage. We directly push the battle line into the city and plunder Street fighting is not a good idea."

"My suggestion is to advance the artillery positions from Qingshi County to the mountain col five kilometers north of Songlin Valley, where there are anti-artillery fortifications they have prepared for us."

"If the problem can be solved with artillery shells, there is no need to send people in. This war will be over in two weeks at the latest."

At the end of the day, those guys are just a bunch of predators.

The reason why they gather together is just to join in the robbery and unleash the instinct of beasts on this wasteland planet where civilization has collapsed.

At least two-thirds of the more than 30,000 plunderers stationed in Xizhou City came "because of their reputation."

What maintains their cohesion is neither belief, culture nor tradition, not even blood.

Once you can no longer win, people will naturally lose heart.

Not to mention suffering heavy setbacks on the frontal battlefield, suffering continuous casualties, and having no hope of victory at all.

A country of predators?

That's just a dream talk.

I am afraid that only the skull-crusher Jinya himself will believe it.

After hearing Vanus’ plan, Chu Guang nodded with satisfaction.

Because he thinks so too.

"It seems that we have come together."

After a pause, he continued.

"However, this alone is not enough. We not only have to bomb them strategically, but also bomb them spiritually."

"For example?" Vanus asked with interest.

"In addition to aerial bombs and artillery shells, there are also leaflets and broadcasts," Chu Guang smiled faintly, "We not only have to bomb those dirty goblins, but we also have to grab their ears and tell them - chew The Bone Tribe's undefeated record has ended in our hands. We defeated their most elite troops on the frontal battlefield. They have no chance of winning against us!"

"But we are a civilized army and will not engage in meaningless massacres. We need people to rebuild the wasteland, and we need people to help take care of the prisoners of war. As long as they come to us with leaflets, or find local guerrillas to surrender, We will give them a chance to start over, and this is their last and only chance."

What is a Goblin?

Vanus was stunned for a moment, unable to react.

However, the idea of ​​air-dropping leaflets and deploying radio broadcasts in the city made his eyes light up. As a former legion commander, he immediately saw the intention of this card.

Those leaflets can not only undermine the morale of the defenders, but also disorganize them, making the plunderers fall into a dilemma of mutual suspicion in the despair of approaching the city.

They had to withstand the bombardment of the new alliance while cleaning up the broadcasts deployed by the guerrillas in the city, controlling the endless rumors, and checking whether there was a "letter of surrender" hidden in the pockets of their own people.

It may not even take two weeks.

They will be able to see those looters fleeing or even surrendering in an organized manner

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that this idea was so wonderful. Vanus couldn't help but admire it.

"This is a good idea, but most of the looters are illiterate. You may have to put some effort into making them understand what you wrote on the paper."

Chu Guang smiled and shook his head.

"No need to write unnecessary nonsense."

"Some simple patterns will suffice."

There is indeed no need to use people to solve problems that can be solved with cannonballs, but cannonballs cost money after all.

Anyway, the war has come to an end. It is better to save a little bit. Printing leaflets is always better than printing money.

When this war is over, there will still be many places where money is needed

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(The nucleic acid was delayed for a while, and I really haven’t finished writing the second half, so I’ll give it half a try. There are four cases here in Wuhan, and it’s right here in Wuchang. I was so panicked as my fever had just subsided)