This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 329: At the gate of the city
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Hearing Chu Guang's words, Bagero was stunned for two seconds and said hesitantly.
"An appointment means"
Chu Guang continued to ask.
"Most of the prisoners of war we captured from the legion are from the 210,000th team of the expeditionary force, which is the subordinate of the captain named Dillon. They claim to be the bone-chewing tribe who followed their superiors to join, so you are also one of them Dillon's subordinates?"
Baguero shook his head and said.
"I used to belong to the 140,000th Team"
"I know," Chu Guang looked into his eyes and went straight to the point, "What makes me curious is how you became the tank commander of the Ya clan."
It seems that I am stuck in memories.
Baguero paused for a moment and then spoke.
"About the year before last, my 140,000th team suffered heavy losses while fighting the Great Rift Valley. I almost thought I was dead, but I was lucky enough to survive."
"You are indeed very lucky, let's just get to the point..." Chu Guang glanced at the bandages on his body and continued.
“I didn’t go back to join the expeditionary force, and I couldn’t go back at all, so I went to the Bugra Free State in the south of the Great Rift Valley and got a job as a mechanical repairman there, barely able to support myself. However, one day I went to a pub for a drink and happened to meet my former boss, who said he would introduce me to a new job."
"Driving a tank for the Predators?"
Bagero was silent for a while, but finally chose to confess.
"He told me that a friend of his had obtained a batch of tanks but could not find professional drivers. If I was interested in returning to my old business and training a group of professional drivers for them, they would be willing to do so at once. Pay me 50,000 dinars. If there is an attendance mission, there will be additional rewards, and maybe a chance to go home."
Chu Guang raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Then you went to Gold Teeth?"
Baguero shook his head and said helplessly.
"That was what happened later. At first, he introduced me to a well-known local arms dealer named 'Flint'. I initially thought I would get a job as a training instructor and bodyguard, but I didn't expect that they Package me and the tank and sell them to the Bone Chewing Tribe."
Chu Guang joked.
"So you are still a victim?"
"I have no intention of defending myself. Reasons are not important at all, are they?" Bagero said calmly, "If you lose, you lose. I lost to you, and I also lost to my own arrogance. Now I am your prisoner, nothing more."
This guy has quite a personality.
Chu Guang didn't completely believe this guy's words, and he really didn't care much about whether he voluntarily or was forced to become a predator.
However, from his words, Chu Guang captured two pieces of information that concerned him.
The relationship between the arms dealers in the Bugla Free State and the bone-chewing tribe may not be as simple as business dealings. The latter is suspected of being supported by the former.
And——
The Legion is very likely to be involved!
Although Chu Guang had heard about the Bugra Free State a long time ago, it was said that in a settlement of survivors in the north near the Great Rift Valley, there was a group of people who handled stolen goods for the looters and sold some good things by the way. to their merchants.
However, Chu Guang did not take this matter to heart at the time. After all, Honghe Town had done business with the Bone Chewing Tribe before, and this kind of thing was too common in the wasteland.
Now it seems that this matter may not be as "simple" as I imagined.
Chu Guang jotted down this clue and looked at Bagero and continued to ask.
"Last question, what is your commander's name? What is his rank?"
Although these were two questions, Bagero answered truthfully.
"Condra, the captain of the 140,000th expeditionary force and Dillon are probably of the same level."
Is that Condra?
Chu Guang said thoughtfully.
"Got it."
Bagluo looked at the recording equipment aside, then looked at Chu Guang, and asked hesitantly.
"Can I start?"
After turning off the screen projected on the inside of the helmet's eyepiece, Chu Guang nodded.
"Let's get started."
The next day.
Jinya, who had been tortured by the New Alliance's bombardment all night, finally waited for the sunrise the next day.
The heavy rain stopped and the sky cleared up.
Golden Tooth had people pile up roadblocks on the streets of the southern city to prevent vehicles from moving forward, and divided the thousands-man team into pieces and deployed them in half-collapsed ruins and alleys, preparing to march into the city. New Union soldiers fight to the death.
However——
The decisive battle that Jinya and his subordinates dreamed of did not come.
After the New Alliance troops advanced the front line to the southern suburbs of Xizhou City, they stood still and even dug trenches under their noses.
Of course Jinya couldn't bear to build fortifications in front of his own house. He immediately dispatched a reserve team of a thousand people and ordered them to stop it and explore the reality of the new alliance.
However——
Things that made him desperate soon happened.
The thousand-man team had almost just come out of the city, and before they even touched the New Alliance's position, they were hit by ferocious firepower.
Two quad-mounted anti-aircraft trucks were hidden on both sides of the ruins of the viaduct in the south of the city in the middle of the night yesterday. The fronts of the trucks were covered with camouflage cloth, and their muzzles were leveled and aimed at the northern city.
When the group of people appeared in sight, Brother Mole did not immediately give the order to fire, but first let them move forward for a while.
It wasn't until they were close to a distance of about 400 meters that the group finally discovered the anomaly ahead. Brother Mole put down the telescope and shouted excitedly.
"Hit me hard!"
Two quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft guns fired simultaneously, releasing a ferocious rain of bullets.
The series of "bang bang bang bang--" sound of cannons was like a curse that urged people to die. The 20mm high-explosive bombs fired in a row created a rain of fire in the air.
Under the cover of crossfire, the thousand-man team that came out of the city to fight instantly suffered heavy casualties and was pinned behind the bunker unable to move.
"Ahhhhhh-my leg!" The predator, who was missing a section of his calf, lay on the back of the rubble, holding his knees and wailing in pain.
At this time, several mortar shells landed on their position, which immediately made their situation worse.
The centurion's eyes were blood red, with anger and fear in his eyes. Although he wanted to cut off the heads of the blue gophers and make wine flasks, in the end the fear of death prevailed.
He shouted behind him in panic.
"Boss! Their firepower is too strong!"
"We can't rush through without the protection of tanks!"
The implication——
Withdraw.
However, their commander clearly had no intention of retreating, and Lord Jinya’s order left him with no way to retreat
"Everyone spread out and crawl forward! Their artillery shells are limited. If we rush to a distance of 200 meters, we will win!" The Marauder Commander, who was personally commanding the front line, let out a crazy roar, "Their mortars It’s already targeting us, if you don’t want to die, just move!”
"Who dares to withdraw——"
"I'll kill him now!"
Hearing these words, despair appeared in the eyes of almost all the predators.
In front are the guns of the New Alliance, and behind are the guns of our own people. They are caught in the middle, and there is a dead end in both directions.
Under the constant urging and intimidation of the captain, the looters lying on the ground began to move forward in despair.
Looking at the position ahead, Elf King Fugui, who was standing behind half of the bridge pier, looked at Brother Mole who was directing the shooting and shouted.
"They are only 250 meters away from us."
Irena stood under the bridge pier and said in surprise.
"Good guy, you climbed pretty fast."
The ultimate range of the Iron Fist rocket launcher is almost at this distance. If you climb another fifty or sixty meters, those predators will be able to fight back.
There are already bullets flying towards this side, making a clanging sound when they hit the welded steel plate of the truck.
The fugitive mole in the canyon put down the telescope in his hand and waved his right hand back.
"Withdraw!"
The two anti-aircraft trucks began to retreat.
The two trucks deployed at the rear slowly raised the muzzles of the guns behind them, aiming at the advancing Marauders, and hit them with two 88mm grenades.
The shock wave of the explosion and the billowing dust kicked up took over the firepower of the anti-aircraft guns, briefly suppressing the advancing Marauders.
At this moment, one hundred and fifty tough men from the Jungle Corps entered the battlefield.
The Marauders who saw the anti-aircraft guns finally fired away had no time to get excited when the incoming machine gun fire pinned them to the ground as they were about to stand up and charge.
A kv-1 exoskeleton welded with steel plates is held up in front, and each person is equipped with an ld-47j light machine gun. The firepower has not decreased but increased compared to before!
Looking at the battle situation ahead, a trace of despair finally appeared on the face of the commander who was personally commanding the front line.
These people
Totally devilish!
Probably seeing the tragic situation on the front line, a signal flare was raised from behind. Looking at the two green lights rising into the sky, the captain finally breathed a sigh of relief and shouted to his brothers on the front line.
"Retreat!!"
The predators who had almost crawled under the guns of others wanted to curse when they heard this sentence, but it was always a good thing to retreat.
The Marauders at the rear fired forward, covering the retreat of the brothers in front.
However, at this moment, a silver cross flew silently over them, and suddenly started pouring ferocious artillery fire.
Faced with the rain of fire falling from the sky, not only the thousand-man team that came out of the city to fight were stunned, but also the defenders squatting inside the city.
What the **** is this? !
Although the New Alliance's planes often pooped above their heads before, they could at least use their rifles to shoot at those gliders made of wood, especially when those planes were diving. They even fought it down once or twice.
However, the plane coming this time was different from the past. Not only did it have no intention of coming down, it even opened fire directly outside their firing range.
What the **** is this?
Bewildered by the artillery fire from all directions, the thousand-man team that came out of the city to fight could no longer maintain their morale, and immediately ran backwards in disarray.
When we left the city, we still had a team of 1,121 people. When we came back, we couldn’t even make up two centurions, and there was not a single person alive who failed to win.
Looking at the beaten defeated generals, the looters squatting in bunkers and behind windows all swallowed involuntarily, feeling the same panic in their hearts.
Facing such a terrifying opponent
Do they really have a chance of winning?
At this moment, a transport plane passed over everyone's heads. The looters squatting on the street fled into the alley. The looters standing by the window also hurriedly hid their heads to avoid it.
The sound of the propellers of the New Alliance has become a fear engraved in their DNA.
But soon they unexpectedly discovered that what was dropped this time was not a bomb, but leaflets falling like snowflakes
"What is this?" He carefully picked up a piece of paper from the ground, and the Greyhound unfolded it and took a look.
The workmanship of these papers is very rough, with a line of words on the front and a picture on the back.
He was illiterate and couldn't understand what the words meant, but he could see the following pictures clearly. One picture showed a staggering corpse, and the number written next to it probably represented the number of people killed. As for the background , should be Songlinyu.
Another picture shows groups of prisoners, holding bowls in hand, receiving food from a cauldron.
In addition, there are several black and white photos printed below.
He recognized Dillon among them. There was a cross drawn on the portrait, and there were lion teeth and bear teeth next to it. The others were probably captains, but he didn't recognize them.
These should be prisoners
There was a hint of confusion in Greyhound's eyes, and also a bit of complexity.
At this time, there was a whisper from the side.
"Becoming a prisoner of the Alliance can save your lives. If you surrender voluntarily with this leaflet, you can be promoted to the supervisor of the prisoner of war camp."
Greyhound looked to the side and saw a short man holding a leaflet in his hand and muttering quietly.
Noticing Greyhound's gaze, the man was obviously panicked and hurriedly hid the flyer.
But the Greyhound didn't say anything, he just walked over as if nothing happened and reached out to hook his shoulder.
"What's written on this paper?"
The man answered tremblingly.
"No, it's nothing but about persuading surrender."
Greyhound subconsciously asked, "Isn't it written how to surrender? Just walk over with the leaflet? What if you are beaten to death?"
The man glanced at the greyhound in surprise, then quickly glanced left and right. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he immediately whispered quickly.
"Just hold up the leaflets and don't carry weapons. The New Alliance soldiers and guerrillas can't shoot, and you don't want to shoot either? We can work together-"
"Okay, stop talking," Greyhound quickly stopped him and stared at him with a threatening look, "Just pretend that what happened today didn't happen. You didn't say anything, and I won't say anything." No question, do you know?"
The man nodded nervously.
Greyhound patted him on the shoulder, turned around and returned to his seat. As for the flyer, he quietly hid it in his pocket.
He didn't know why he was asking this.
He clearly had no intention of surrendering.
However, when he saw the tragic situation of the friendly troops who came out of the city to fight, he finally did not have the courage to throw away the leaflets
Just think of it as leaving a way out.
Greyhound comforted himself in his heart and put the matter aside for the time being.
However, at this moment, a radio suddenly sounded in the city.
"The looters of Xizhou City, the New Alliance's army has arrived at the city, and the sound of gunfire last night is an ultimatum!"
The loud sound echoed over the city.
Listening to the deafening radio sound, the looters looked at each other, and everyone saw confusion in each other's eyes.
Especially when they heard that the invincible Dillon had been killed and all the tanks they were proud of had been destroyed
This is far more desperate than the shelling that lasted all night yesterday.
"These shameless cowards! Bed bugs! Cockroaches! Cowardly guys!"
The people of the New Alliance did not enter the city, but airdropped leaflets persuading them to surrender. This was something Jinya never expected.
What he didn't expect even more was that they actually set up a radio under his nose to trick those weak-willed people into surrendering.
Surrender?
These two words do not exist in the bone-chewing tribe!
"These dirty gophers actually use such despicable methods!"
Tearing the flyer in his hand into fine snowflakes, Jin Ya finished venting his anger and looked at the subordinates in the room who did not dare to say a word.
"When you go down, check me one by one!"
"If there is any coward who dares to hide flyers or talk about things on the radio, I will skin him and hang him in the window!"
"Also - keep an eye on your respective defense areas. If they set up a broadcast again, I will go up and dismantle it immediately!"
Everyone lowered their heads tremblingly, not daring to say a word, so they could only nod and accept the order.
"Yes"
After coming out of the room, everyone had gloomy expressions on their faces. They did not dare to stay here any longer, and they all hurriedly walked towards the outside of the turret.
"The leader has gone crazy"
Yan Ya glanced at the door behind him, swallowed his saliva and muttered in a low voice.
When Yunya, who was standing next to him, heard this, he was so frightened that he quickly made a silencing gesture with his index finger, and then glanced left and right.
"Shh, stop talking nonsense, do you want to die?!"
Yan Ya shrank his neck and immediately closed his mouth.
Although their leader was very cruel before, it pales in comparison to now. Last night, a man was hacked to death on his bed just because he mentioned retreat. His body was hung on a lamp stand, and a sign that read "Coward" was hung around his neck.
Now the entire tribe, whether direct, collateral or external, whether it is the minions below or the leaders above, are all shrouded in an atmosphere of terror, and everyone is in danger
When Dillon was still here, he could still give him a few words of advice, but now, this guy can't listen to anyone's opinions.
The idea of escape suddenly appeared in Yanya's mind, and even he himself was shocked by this idea.
Having fought all the way from the northern part of the River Valley Province to here, he can be considered a man who has experienced many battles, but this is the first time that he has had such an idea that only a coward would have.
Wasteland OL official website.
As the war comes to an end, more and more battle videos and screenshots are released, and the forum becomes increasingly popular.
Each corps took turns to show off their achievements. Not only did the players enjoy watching it, but also the cloud players who had not yet qualified for the closed beta test.
"Awesome! The Stuka has been created!"
"The **** Stuka is just a dive bomb, okay?"
"Gunship! Air gunship!"
“It looks like a C-47, and a bit like a TB-3 but it’s electric. What kind of battery is needed to match the energy density of fuel?! And the aluminum alloy material is also awesome, the 37mm cannon The recoil is not that small, it still fires continuously."
"Haha, I heard that the setting is solid hydrogen."
“Using fuel cells to make propeller planes?! Awesome!”
"Why don't you just use the hair dryer when you have solid hydrogen? (Funny)"
"It's probably to save costs. In yesterday's battle, it seemed that only one round of rockets was fired, followed by heavy artillery fire."
"I think instead of developing aircraft, we should first develop tanks. How about making an electric T-72?"
"Solid hydrogen lighter? How about we just use fuel, that one is safer. (Funny)"
Cloud players mostly focus on unscientific equipment and overhead technologies that are almost impossible to achieve in reality.
As for the players
The focus is mostly on the gameplay and strategy of the game.
For example, the fugitive mole in the canyon made a special post to show off that he was the one who drew the surrender leaflets dropped by the New Alliance planes!
But everyone obviously doesn't care about his painting skills, especially when he draws things other than notebooks.
The post quickly went viral.
Forcing someone to do something difficult: "Speaking of flyers, I found an Easter egg."
The mole on the run in the canyon: "What Easter egg?"
Forcing others to do something difficult: "Hey, I thought it was a pity that some flyers fell in a deserted place. I was afraid that the predators wouldn't find them, so I secretly picked some up and stuffed them into the room where they slept. As a result, in the afternoon, I I wanted to go back and take a look to see the effect of persuading people to surrender, but none of them surrendered. All five people in the room hung outside the windows."
Fang Chang: "What the hell!?"
Ye Shi: "6666!"
Crow Crow: "Wait, why is it hanging outside the window? Σ(?д?lll)"
Makabazi: "Do you still need to ask? You are their leader. When you see that your men are trying to escape, why don't you do something?"
Crow Crow: "It's so miserable"
Stop talking nonsense: "What's the point? It would be even worse if you were caught by them."
Irena: "Not necessarily. In Crow Crow's words, maybe it's not miserable. Rounding it off is about not miserable at all. (Funny)"
Crow Crow: "Go away! (#｀д′)?ひ"
The mole on the run in the canyon: "Hey, Brother Rat is still vicious."
Elven King Fugui: "Quie, this is too vicious. (Funny)"
Forcing others to do something difficult: "??? What is viciousness! I obviously mean well! Are you polite?"
The edge of the water: "Hey, Shi Ke cannot be killed. You have touched their house, so you might as well give them a good time."
Forcing others into a difficult situation: "I don't want to, but the problem is that I can't beat it! t.t"
Trash picking up level 99: "Hahahaha!"
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Night.
Chu Guang, who was resting in the tent, was browsing the forum through vm.
When he saw his little players vividly describing one set of **** operations after another, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
"This is too much punishment!"
Putting leaflets under other people's pillows or in their pockets is not the sauciest thing.
There are also those who wait beside the building where the radio is installed, or even install trip wire grenades in the corridor
In order to stabilize crumbling morale, the looters had to endure casualties while venturing deep into urban areas with weak control to dismantle speakers tied to walls, hidden in the wreckage of abandoned buses, and installed on rooftops. .
But they soon discovered that this was in vain.
The local guerrillas are far more familiar with the terrain outside the Fourth New District than they are. They often dismantle the loudspeakers in the north and install the loudspeakers in the south.
It's like a gourd that has been pressed has lifted up, focusing on one end but not the other.
The Burning Legion and the local guerrillas roaming the city only need one loudspeaker to keep an entire team of 100 people busy for half a day.
Throughout the day, the looters in the city were busy
In the communication channel.
Maban stationed in Hope Town, while routinely reporting work progress to Chu Guang, also reported on the situation of persuading surrender.
"So far, we have received more than a hundred prisoners. I was worried that there were predator spies among them, so I did not take them to Hope Town, but placed them in an abandoned building in the east of the city. In the subway station, guerrillas are currently watching them."
After a pause, Maban continued to ask.
"Should we keep these people?"
Chu Guang smiled faintly and said: "Keep them. We said we would not take stupid prisoners, so we can't break our promises. Besides, keeping them is useful. Someone must take care of those prisoners of war."
When a person is dead, he just scratches the dirt, but when he is alive, he can be used as a dry battery. With the rationing of the minimum living standards, not much food is used.
There are still many resources that can be developed around Xizhou City. Some people have to do those jobs that ordinary people don't want to do.
When this war ends, the number of prisoners of war will probably be greater than the population of the new alliance. It is unrealistic to rely on the few people in the NPC Corps to manage tens of thousands of people.
The person who surrenders first will be the overseer, and the person who surrenders later will be the coolie. When the time comes, he only needs to select a few guards and take care of the overseers.
The prisoners who surrendered first and the prisoners of war caught on the battlefield were naturally on opposite sides. In order to prove their loyalty and "difference", they will work harder to express themselves and actively draw boundaries with other prisoners of war.
Probably guessing the manager’s intention, Ma Ban said with a knowing smile.
"I understand what you mean!"
Chu Guang nodded.
"That's good, I understand. Is there anything else?"
"One last thing," Maban continued after a pause, "one of the prisoners who surrendered today brought a message."
Letter?
Chu Guang said with interest as he sat up straight from the chair.
"Whose message?"
"A captain named Yanya," Maban said cautiously, "That messenger claims to be Yanya's confidant. They are responsible for the defense line on the west side of the Fourth New District."
Chu Guang glanced at the map.
The west side of the Fourth New District is connected to Xizhou Lake, which is a submerged shoal and swamp. The environment and terrain are dangerous, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is precisely because of this that the Ya clan may not deploy too many manpower there.
But his confidants will definitely be placed there.
Chu Guang's heart moved slightly.
"What else did he say?"
Maban continued.
"The messenger said that their commander was willing to surrender to us and wanted to ask if we could show him a way out"
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(Don’t dare to talk nonsense)