This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 429: My friend, not everyone in this world is as simple-minded as you
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"Grass"
Looking at the messy military base in front of him, the man wearing bulletproof armor standing at the gate of the camp couldn't help but curse.
His name is Wag, and he belongs to the Ninth Corps of the 30,000 Corps. He leads a ten-man team and is stationed at an outpost about 20 kilometers away from here. He is responsible for monitoring the northwest valley of Camp 530. At the same time guard a relay signal tower.
An hour ago, he received news from the Ninth Cadre Team that Camp 53 did not routinely report on the security situation and did not respond to communications from the command post. He asked him to take his men there immediately to take a look. Did their communication equipment malfunction or did they encounter an accident?
Wag did not dare to hesitate, and immediately took three of Xiaoyong's men who were good at fighting, riding three-wheeled diesel motorcycles, more than 20 kilometers off-road, and went straight to Camp 53.
However, when he arrived at the military base, he found that it had long been turned into ruins; new "Is anyone there?"
I shouted at the top of my lungs, but there was no commotion or any response.
Wag raised his rifle nervously, waved his fist decisively, and led three riflemen carefully through the camp gate and deep into the military base.
The street lights on both sides of the road were all dark. The power supply system here seemed to have been destroyed. Except for the still burning barracks, there was only a little thin moonlight left.
Moving forward along the fragmented road, when passing by the area near the garage, everyone's face looked not good-looking, turning green and white.
The charred corpses were lying crookedly, many huddled together, and even the complete human form could no longer be found.
Stop in the garage with the door open, all the tanks and trucks inside have been driven away, and all the supplies inside have been removed. Not even a wrench or screwdriver was left behind.
Wage swallowed and led his riflemen to search in the direction of the command post. Soon they passed a checkpoint, where it seemed that a fierce exchange of fire had occurred not long ago.
Whether it was the collapsed sandbag wall or the corpses full of **** holes, it was easy to see how ferocious firepower the legionnaires who stood here an hour ago encountered.
The same goes for the mutant mercenaries not far away.
Those big guys either had their heads smashed, or had a big hole in their chest, and were blasted through by some kind of large-caliber weapon. There was almost no complete body to be found, and the death was extremely miserable.
Even mutants with extremely strong recovery abilities can't bear it, let alone ordinary people.
"Damn it, I bet this was not done by the guerrillas and the Royal Army." A rifleman looked around nervously and cursed in a low voice.
The other looked at the younger rifleman, breathing a little quickly, looking around nervously, and muttered something quietly. "Could they be from the Great Rift Valley?"
Listening to the whispers of the soldiers, Wag looked around solemnly and replied concisely.
"We only reached an armistice agreement with them at the beginning of the year. We do not rule out the possibility that they will tear up the treaty, but it is not their style to go to war without declaring it."
With his men, Wag moved to the door of the command post.
The situation here is equally tragic. The nearby barracks, tents and partitions are covered with dense bullet holes. There are more than fifty corpses lying strewn in the open space of less than fifty square meters, and they are all Weilan's noses. Special person.
Wage searched around the area but did not find the body of Captain Piman. It was not until he searched the command post and the artillery-proof bunker next to it that he discovered the problem.
"All the files here have been evacuated."
Wage frowned slightly and recalled what the officer had told him.
Camp 53 is related to a major plan, which was formulated by General Griffin himself, and is related to whether the entire war can be ended before the end of August.
Therefore, it is important to always pay attention to the situation at Camp 530.
Without hesitation, Wag reached out and took off the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder, pressed the button and said. Call the command post. This is the patrol team at Post 151. We have arrived at Camp 530. The situation here is quite bad. I can’t see a living person or the body of the commander of the military base. He is suspected of being captured by unknown forces. ”
"Including confidential documents in the command post, arms in nearby warehouses, and tanks in the garage. The bandits attacked here and evacuated almost everything they could."
Looking around and searching, his eyes suddenly fell on the rows of extinguished street lights, and the expression on his face gradually became unnatural.
For a moment, Wag suddenly thought of something, and his expression gradually became serious.
"All electronic equipment was paralyzed, including all street lights. It was dark in the military base. I couldn't find any electronic equipment that was still working."
"Although it sounds weird, my intuition tells me that this is definitely not a simple power system failure." After a half-second pause, he took a deep breath and expressed his guess.
"It's most likely emp!"
Camp 530 suffered a devastating blow.
Nearly all the elite legions stationed there were wiped out.
Suspected of being hit by emp!
The news was reported at all levels and soon reached the legion’s frontline headquarters in Oasis No. 9, waking up a group of senior officers from their sleep.
Combat meeting room.
Griffin put his hands behind his back and stood upright in front of the strategic map. His vulture-like eyes narrowed dangerously. The officers standing behind him were silent, looking at each other and exchanging words. The disbelief and surprise in his eyes.
In the past month, their outposts and military bases have been attacked by the Royal Army and guerrillas. However, the Wastelanders who fought with fire sticks have never won.
Like today, the command did not learn about the destruction of the military base until after the battle, which was unprecedented. Moreover, it was Camp 53 that was attacked.
That's right there!
The staff officer standing nearby took a deep breath, broke the silence in the conference room, and spoke.
"Our planes have scouted the nearby area and found no trace of enemy troops. After stealing the supplies, the attackers were suspected of hiding in a valley 30 kilometers northeast of Oasis No. 9. They should have built there. Concealed fortifications, our planes didn't see anything."
The atmosphere of silence was broken.
The surrounding officers also jumped into the conversation. "According to intelligence feedback from nearby outposts, the other party is suspected of using M weapons to preemptively destroy the communication tower of the military base. There are two possibilities. The Great Rift Valley has intervened in the war, or the company has increased its military presence in Luoxia Province."
"Didn't they build an aviation base in the Xizhou City area of the River Valley Province? Maybe the people came from there1" It's possible1
Listening to the discussions among his subordinates, Griffin, with his hands behind his back, did not speak.
Compared with the tragic losses in personnel, equipment, and supplies, what was even more unacceptable to Griffin was that the combat plan he formulated last month was leaked.
Camp 53 is the logistical fulcrum for the entire northern front to launch the next round of general offensive. He does not mind the casualties of the subordinates of the vassal state on the front line, but he has to carefully consider taking down the siege without sufficient armor and supply support. How many casualties will the Lion Kingdom’s northern defense zone need to pay?
Luoxia Province is not just about honey and lions, but also humps and golden lizards. If the Falcon Kingdom wants to conquer the entire Luoxia Province, they must control casualties.
Otherwise
What is gained is quickly lost.
"It's a pity that our perfect plan was leaked. If they can accurately find Camp 53, they will know where our troops are at which day and hour."
Looking around at the people in the camp, General Griffin glanced sharply at every face present and spoke word by word. "The strategic deployment of the northern line must be adjusted. It will not be difficult, but I want to know which link went wrong." The room was so quiet that it was as if you could hear a pin drop.
Just when everyone was tensing up nervously, Griffin suddenly changed the topic and touched on the topic lightly.
"Of course, I believe in your loyalty. The problem should lie in some link below. I need you to open your eyes wide and find the mole."
After hearing these words, the officers finally breathed a sigh of relief, with expressions of relief on their faces, and stood at attention. "Obey 0
"Yes! Sir 1
Looking at his subordinates with their heads upright, Griffin nodded, his eyes drifted back to the map hanging on the wall, and he fell into deep thought. 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 handiwork of the enterprise!
According to the information registered by the Logistics Department, Camp 53 just received a batch of supplies from the Bugla Free State two days ago, which shows that the Great Rift Valley is not aware of the existence of this supply line, otherwise they would have organized it in other ways. His vassals continued to do business with the legion.
Thinking of this, Griffin couldn't help but frowned.
Didn’t McClung brag?
The Heart of Steel was really taken down by corporate reinforcements? If that's true
I'm afraid they're in trouble
On the other side, while the frontline headquarters was meeting overnight to formulate a combat plan, a desert-colored truck parked at the door of the military camp where the headquarters was located.
Being the first to jump out of the truck, Colway glanced towards the door, and his eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the officers waiting there. "Fedel?! Great! You're still alive1
Federer, an officer under General McClun, has the same military rank as a centurion, but is older than him. Looking at the dusty Colway, Federer said: With a military salute, he walked up to him excitedly and held his right hand.
"At the last critical moment, I followed General McClung to the escape cabin. I was lucky enough to escape but you. It's great to see you alive1
The two have a good relationship in private.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be waiting here.
Colway said with emotion on his face with a smile on his face.
"To be honest, I almost surrendered in the desert. The battlefield was in chaos at that time. I couldn't even get ten people around me, and there were those barbarian soldiers chasing me behind me. I even wanted to give up for a while. Thank you. This brother."
As he said that, he pulled the warrior who had just gotten off the car to his side.
Feidil glanced at the man with a tanned face, noticed that the bridge of his nose was flat, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise.
"Who is this?"
"Pangolin 0
Putting the dull-looking man on the shoulder hard, Colway grinned at Fedil.
"Don't think of him as a wastelander, he is different from those people. He is a brave guy. Not only his skills, but his loyalty to the legion puts even me to shame. In order to raise enough money to travel back, he He was even willing to put aside his dignity as a soldier to 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, Federer finally recognized the captain of the retinue army who was personally promoted by General McClun - the man who single-handedly killed the Mother of Death Claws!
All along the way, McClun was talking about the head of the Deathclaw Mother, but it was a pity that he didn't take that collection with him. Unexpectedly, this very person actually followed him and took Colway through the desert all the way here. Saved a high-ranking centurion.
For the subordinates, this can be regarded as a great achievement! Fedil looked at the warlord and said solemnly.
"Thank you for saving my friend and bringing him back safely. I will definitely return this favor to you." "No need to thank me, this is what I should do." Warfield Man skillfully repeated what he had already done Said many times.
"We are all doing what we should do, but for those who do particularly well, appropriate rewards should be given. I will report your credit."
Fedil smiled, patted the pangolin on the shoulder, then looked at Colway, who was also smiling, and continued.
"Come with me, the situation here has changed a lot. I will take you to demobilization and registration first, and we will talk about other things as we go."
Colway needs to report first and restore his military status. After all, he has been missing for so long and is already half dead on the roster.
Legion will go through some professional processes to verify his identity and that he is not a fake clone or bionic person.
Since he was a "pangolin", he didn't need to go through so many complicated procedures. After registering his name on the military roster, he was left to hang out in the barracks of the Logistics Department.
It was late at night. Except for the lights at the outpost, the rest of the camp was dark, so it was not easy for him to wander around. After waiting for a while, a support staff finally came over, took him to a nearby canteen, and arranged for the cooks to cook him a large table of late-night snacks.
Looking enviously at the epaulettes on Mr. Pangolin’s shoulders, the logistics staff said respectfully.
"Sir Fedil asked me to entertain you. If you need anything, please tell me. Apart from wine and women, I can help you think of anything else at this time."
Looking at the face of this young man, Warlander saw that there was no obvious bulge on the bridge of his nose, and his slightly deep eye sockets looked like those of a desert dweller, presumably a citizen of the Falcon Kingdom.
He was not polite even if he was hungry all the way and said it bluntly.
"Prepare more meat for me, preferably beef. My appetite may be a bit big, but it may not be enough for most people." Anyway, it doesn't cost money.
Wouldn’t it be a loss if we didn’t eat more? The young man laughed when he heard this.
"You are an Awakened One, please don't worry about this! Sir Coleway has already told me to prepare food for three people. It turns out that Coleway has already said hello to me.
Looking at the smile on the young man's face, the warlord also smiled sheepishly. This is what I said
As if he is a loser.
After waiting for a while, the food was quickly served.
Including a whole roasted shank of beef and a basket of freshly baked bread with icing sugar and nuts sprinkled on the surface. Not only that, there is also a basket of juicy grapes, red sweet dates, and unlimited supply of milk. Looking at this table of delicious food that was so rich that people couldn't take their eyes away from it, the warlord couldn't help but sigh.
It is indeed the canteen of the headquarters. This **** food is so delicious!
"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 thought of "if you take one more bite, the enemy will take one less bite", the warlord sat down at the long table and ate without any concern for his image.
Seeing this guy feasting so deliciously, the young man standing aside seemed hungry. He couldn't help but swallow and tried not to look over.
After a while, Colway, who had finally completed the formalities, came to the cafeteria.
He glanced appreciatively at the pangolin that was munching on the beef shank. He didn't think there was anything rude about this eating scene. He pulled out his chair and sat directly across from the dining table, snapping his fingers at the young man beside him.
"Serve me a steak." "Yes sir."
The young man nodded respectfully and quickly turned around and went to the kitchen. After wiping the silver table knife, Colway said casually.
"We were delayed a little while going through the formalities. Unexpectedly, as soon as we arrived here, something big happened on the back." After hearing Colway's words, the warlord swallowed the food in his mouth into his stomach. , while reflexively replying vaguely.
"Camp 530 was attacked." "Camp 530? What is that?"
"The logistics hub of the Northern Front Army is the camp we passed by two days ago," Colway said helplessly. "It's such a coincidence that it's only two days apart. If we had been delayed for two days on the road , I’m just afraid that my life will remain there.”
Hearing this, the warlord almost choked out the food in his mouth, and his face turned red in order to hold back his cough. Good guy.
As soon as he sent the information up front, the alliance followed closely with its own information and took over the military base. This is really pushing yourself into a pit of fire!
However, Colway did not doubt him, and did not 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 could send messages in his sleep.
"Will they suspect us?"
"We?" Hearing this hesitant question, Colway was slightly stunned. Then he smiled and shook his head, as if he heard some funny joke.
"How is it possible? We just retreated to this area and we don't even know the number of the camp. How can we possibly know the role that military base plays in General Griffin's plan?"
"Moreover, taking a step back, we only got there two days ago. Even if the news leaks immediately, our enemies will need time to verify the news, and then formulate a combat plan based on the verified intelligence. It will take at least a month. time."
Picking up the cup and taking 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 Adan."
"Adan?" Warlord 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 I am not just suspicious of him, but all businessmen from the Bugla Free State."
Colway looked at the warlord and said in a gentle tone.
"My friend, not everyone in this world is as simple-minded as you."
"Those businessmen have no loyalty at all. They are not loyal to anyone. Their lives are just a pile of dung that they will not take with them after life or death. They are just a body without a soul. Today they can sell The spear with which we attack may tomorrow sell the shield to our enemy. I am grateful for his kindness, but I would not be surprised at all if he betrayed us."
The warlord nodded guiltily. "I understand."
"Just understand, I'm really worried that you will be deceived by those people," Colway nodded appreciatively, paused for a while and continued, "I said before that I would recommend you to General Griffin,
But after what happened, I'm afraid we have to wait. ”
The warlord immediately said sensibly.
"It's okay, sir. I'm not in a hurry. It doesn't matter how late it is." I couldn't recommend him just right.
He didn't want to see that guy at this time either.
The warlord believes that not everyone in the legion can be as stupid as this guy in front of him.
Especially Griffin, who is always called the "Old Fox", is afraid that he has more evil in his stomach than himself, and he is really afraid of being seen through at a glance.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Kelwei looked at his good brother with concern. I feel like you don't look good.
The warlord said in a confused tone.
"It's a little bit, maybe I'm not used to the climate. I've never been to such a dry place." Colway nodded and said in a relieved tone.
"This is indeed the case in the desert. You have to adapt as soon as possible. There is still a long way to go in the future. Sooner or later we will go further." Warfield Man said with renewed energy.
"I will adapt to Vault 1404 as soon as possible.
Looking at the news that flooded the official website forum and the first-hand battle reports sent by the fallen players, Chu Guang, who was leaning on the sofa and drinking ice coke, was so happy that he couldn't help but smile.
As his index finger dragged the scroll wheel, he couldn't help but let out a sound of appreciation. "It's money well spent
Whether it is the "Seagull" drone or the "Cerberus" unmanned vehicle, their performance on the battlefield has exceeded expectations. I have to boast, the gadgets provided by “Fallen Empire” are indeed awesome!
Of course, thanks to the superb performance of the players, the Death Corps, which is famous for its battle damage rate, only lost more than thirty people this time.
Normally, for them, these casualties would only be a fraction. "You have to take advantage of this battle to buy more goods1
Including the R-36 "Sanction" air-to-ground missile used by the "Seagull" drone, one EMP missile directly turned the entire military base into a deaf and mute person, and the unit price is only 250,000!
Then there is the white phosphorus bomb, which sells for only 100,000c, and has an astonishing effect on soft targets.
Although the price cannot be said to be of high quality and low price, it does not matter since it is the military aid budget and not your own money. To be honest, Chu Guang originally thought that the guys on the east coast would be taboo about such cruel weapons, but he didn't expect that he was overly worried. Leaning back on the sofa, Chu Guang looked at Xiao Qi sitting on the desk and said with joy.
"Xiaoqi, contact Wu Mu, the representative of Changge Group, for me. Tell him, what is that "Seagull drone, I plan to fly it again"
"Okay! Owner 1 answered enthusiastically, and Xiaoqi obediently contacted the seller.
Chu Guang continued to browse the forum and found that his "Pangolin" had just been online, so he clicked on this friend Gangshui's post. Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Damn it! You guys are so good. You guys hit me right after I took my lead." Irena: "Has your identity been exposed?" Exposed, I asked Mole to draw a book for you. (Funny)" Mole on the run in the canyon: "Get out! I don’t draw that kind of book 1
Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Exposed! Fortunately, I was smart and fooled me. Next time, take it easy and wait until I'm far away before I explode! By the way, the 53 camp you bombed seems to be It is the logistics hub of the Legion's northern front. Because the battle plan was exposed, the Legion's northern offensive was forced to be postponed. This is what I just heard from Colway."
Quiting smoking: "Fuck! Awesome for ten nights: "6660
Commander Quanshui: "Hahaha, actually I think the time of this operation is quite good. Although the timing is a bit coincidental, but because of this, you are not easily suspected."
Fang Chang: "+1, the more important the strategic goal is, the more careful planning is needed, otherwise it is easy to go wrong."
Edge said: "Hey, don't talk about it. The friendly forces responsible for the feint attack got the time zone wrong this time, and the operation was moved a full hour ahead of time! It's only thanks to us that we rushed over in time, it would have been a few minutes slower. I'm afraid I'll be wiped out by the group 0
Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Holy shit, is it so real?"
The edge of the water: "No, the construction site guy's three wheels are almost smoking." The construction site boy and Brick: "Mmp! How dare you say that!" (angry)"
Roller washing machine: "That's it! It's so annoying! Next time, I'll use the entire battery instead of the car 1
Edge stroke: "Tu! Can you say this is me picking? You should consider the actual situation! It is full of sand as far as the eye can see. Where can I get you a charging bottle?"
The commander of the Death Corps began to argue with the strength beasts in the regiment. Several intelligence-based players opened a new post and started bragging with other players.
Especially the big eye on debt.
Operating the "Seagull" drone to fish for French fries in the sky, he was so happy that he almost blew up the power of the drone.
The only drawback is that the bomb load is too small. Before he was satisfied enough, all the bullets were used.
In any case, Chu Guang finally felt relieved after seeing that the "pangolin" was fine.
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 eight hundred kilometers.
It takes a pigeon a day to fly this distance.
There are no large communication base stations or communication satellites. It takes two days to complete the exchange of information and formulate a combat plan. It is a bit fanciful no matter how you think about it.
After confirming the safety of the intelligence officer, Chu Guang did not rush to issue new tasks to him, but asked him to lurk. He planned to use this chess piece in a key place.
The best opportunity is to take away those big noses in one wave.
"Now is not the time."
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