This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 703: Welcome Master Wang to Jingallang Port

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North of Golden Gallen Harbor.

On a barren red land, a large army was marching toward the Golden Gallen Port carrying billowing dust.

Among them were trucks, motorcycles, and three bungalows, all in uniform desert paint, clustered in the center of the rows of soldiers.

In addition, there are several open-top off-road vehicles pulled by the wasteland wind, as well as towed artillery behind the trucks.

Objectively speaking, in terms of firepower and mobility, they are much stronger than the city defense army with only a few 100-gun guns, and the soldiers seem to be more well-trained.

But compared with the "Tooth" clan, a bone-chewing tribe that was once beaten up by the Alliance, it is probably on the same level, and even lacks this tank.

However, there is actually no need for tanks here.

Although there are mostly plains in Borneo Province, there are no decent roads. Especially near the Golden Gallon Port is an alluvial plain with frequent floods.

These light vehicles alone are already quite difficult to move. If we really drive the tank here, I'm afraid it won't be able to drive very far before it breaks down.

The surrounding survivors who were carrying baskets on their backs and holding earthen baskets on their arms stepped out of their way when they saw this, and cast awe-inspiring glances at the fluttering double-knife flag and gray wolf flag.

"It's the Gray Wolf Army!"

"Your Majesty finally took action."

"I don't know how good they are compared to Iron Man."

Some poor people from the wolf tribe were lying on the ground praying, looking up at the pride of the tribe and chanting in powerful and hoarse voices.

"...the invincible gray wolves in the wilderness, they come in groups, like the sweeping wind and sand, bringing death to the enemy."

There are also people with a greedy green light in their eyes.

As long as there is a war, people will die.

When I take advantage of the situation and go back to pick up a pair of pants, a few more people can go out to scavenge, or go to the Governor's plantation to skim sugar cane.

At this moment, General Alaya, who is a master of military skills, is sitting on an open-top off-road vehicle, squinting his eyes and looking in the direction of Golden Gallen Port.

As early as the beginning of General Abinan's defeat, he had noticed the situation in Golden Gallon Port, but he did not dare to act rashly without His Majesty's order.

What if it was His Majesty’s order to put the alliance ashore?

Or what if His Majesty intends to solve the problem through other means?

These are hard to say, let alone guessing. Alaya has never been to the Alliance, but he has lived in the land of Borneo for more than thirty years, and he knows the nature of Lord Wu Tuo very well. The most taboo thing about that adult was not that his subordinates messed up things or were not smart enough, but that people who shouldn't have brains had brains, and people who shouldn't have eyes had eyes.

It is precisely for this reason that he chose to wait. While keeping his troops stationary, he sent several scouts disguised as civilians into the city. While collecting information about those "iron men", he also inquired about the whereabouts of Governor Nihak, and at the same time waited for news from Tiandu. The command.

Now that the telegram from Tiandu was finally delivered, Alaya immediately gave the order without saying a word, instructing the Gray Wolf Army, which had already completed their march preparations, to advance towards the front line.

Although he and his men are still nearly 70 or 80 kilometers away from Golden Gallon Port, he basically already knows the situation there well. Sitting next to him, Staff Officer Gopal spread out the map on his knees, pointed at the two marked lines, and said in a relaxed tone.

"...The current alliance's defense line in Golden Gallen Harbor is based on the Governor's Palace and Camp Rowell. As long as we can find a way to remove one of them, it will be much more beneficial to us."

After a pause, he pointed his index finger on the map.

"I personally think that Camp Rowell is a good breakthrough point. The people stationed there are just a group of thugs who have just gotten their hands on guns, and there are at most dozens of alliance instructors. As long as we capture this place, we can turn around. Mobilize those slaves who were instigated by the Alliance to rebel for our use."

The adjutant sitting in the passenger seat turned around and asked.

"Why are they being used by us? I think it's good enough that they don't cause trouble."

Gopal smiled lightly and said lightly.

"It's simple, we give them

What the Alliance cannot give, in addition to restoring their status as free citizens, we can also allow them to burn, kill and loot in specific urban areas as a reward for them. ”

Except for Tulip Street, which is surrounded by knights, they really can't touch the big shots there, but other cities or streets controlled by the alliance can always pick out a few that are a bit oily.

It doesn’t matter if you can’t squeeze out the oil or water, the person itself can also be used as a kind of trophy.

When the war is over, just slap on any hat, beat those survivors who helped the alliance into criminals, and then hand them over to those wild dogs.

It doesn't cost them a penny.

You can even get a cut of the legally taken loot. Alaya narrowed his eyes slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he pointed out the problems in the plan.

"But most of them are from the Yue tribe, and I'm afraid less than 30% are from other ethnic groups."

The segregation of the Yue people is His Majesty's decision, and they have no right to arbitrarily advocate for the restoration of those people's status as free citizens.

This is a matter of principle.

As if he guessed that the general would ask this question, Gopal smiled lightly and said.

"I just used this statement to stabilize them. I didn't say that we must honor it, or we can apply to His Majesty for a special pardon for them, re-register them as rat tribesmen or snake tribesmen, or even give them new certificates. A new surname and new beliefs are not difficult."

If His Majesty doesn't agree, it doesn't matter, just get rid of those who have used it up.

While a car of people was chatting and laughing, a large force had already arrived at the northern suburbs of Jingallan Port, and each combat formation quickly moved to the predetermined combat positions.

Full five troops of 10,000 people deployed on a front less than 20 kilometers wide, completely surrounding the settlement, and it looked like dark clouds were pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it.

Five teams of 10,000 people is indeed not a small number,

If you take it to the eastern provinces, it can even be considered a large-scale settlement.

But Alaya is still cautious.

Even though the intelligence showed that the enemy army was less than 1,000 strong and had just been consumed by the city defense army, he still did not let his soldiers rush in. Instead, he ordered his adjutant to take people to capture some coolies nearby and bring them over on the outskirts of the city. Bombshell holes, trenches, and foxholes were dug.

At the same time, on the roof of a three-story house on the outskirts of Golden Gallen Port, four players wearing exoskeletons were holding telescopes and looking at the position one kilometer away.

"Okay, these people quite understand." Looking at the well-drilled anti-gun holes, a hint of surprise appeared on Yin Qiao's face.

Not only the fortifications, they even built some camouflage nets to block the drone's view, which looked like they were imported from the Legion.

Half Year Old's expression was slightly solemn, while Wu's family standing next to him had an eager expression on his face, and he was talking excitedly.

"Finally a tough battle!"

The private soldiers in the Governor's Mansion couldn't help but beat them up. They looked at the group of guys who looked like dogs, but they didn't even scratch off a piece of paint on his exoskeleton breastplate.

According to the locals, this gray wolf army is the elite of the Imperial Army, and it is the land warfare ace directly belonging to the Emperor of the Xilan Empire!

For a fun-loving person like him, it is natural that the stronger the enemy, the more excited he becomes.

After all, there is no sense of achievement even if you win against a novice like that who will collapse at the first touch. No one will support you even if you go to the forum to show off your skills.

As of now, the performance of this unit is quite satisfactory. Whether it is the speed of expansion or the steady and steady posture, it is difficult to find obvious flaws.

The survivors who were taken to the battlefield faced the loess and turned their backs to the sky, waving shovels and digging holes from morning until dark.

As if they thought these underfed guys were digging too slowly, dozens of supervisors with whips quickly appeared on the position. When a few whips were struck, the survivors were working as fast as expected. It was much faster, and a few skinny young men even fell to the ground from exhaustion. The officer who was looking back at the overseer was very satisfied with the situation in front of him.

The physical strength of these survivors is like toothpaste, just squeeze it hard

If so, you can still squeeze something out.

The players hiding in the distance gnawed the dry food in their backpacks, watched the survivors working, and stayed on the roof until dark.

As the sun went down, the group of soldiers did not leave the survivors to eat. They took back the tools given to them and drove them out of the position.

A group of ragged survivors limped towards the settlement. Everyone had a sense of resentment on their faces, but they dared not speak out. Seeing that a group of survivors was walking towards the city near them, the four players thought about it, immediately threw down a hundred-yuan bill and evacuated the house, finding an opportunity to block one of the groups.

"Hey, hey! Folks in front of you, don't leave! We have something to do with you!" Unexpectedly, he unhooked the eyepiece of his helmet and waved forward with a smile on his face.

Seeing these four iron men wearing exoskeletons, the faces of the dozen or so ragged survivors had visibly horrified expressions.

They have just been whipped by the empire, and they don’t want to be whipped by these iron men again.

But no one ran away.

Looking at the rifle hanging on their chests, their legs felt like lead, even though the gun was neither safe nor loaded.

Just when everyone was panicking, a man wearing an exoskeleton walked up to them and suddenly took out a cigarette case.

"Come on and calm down with a cigarette. You don't need me to teach you how to smoke it." He said it in non-standard Chinese couplet and handed out a cigarette to everyone with a playful smile.

Cigarettes are considered hard currency in the wasteland, second only to bullets and alcohol, and even slightly higher than bread. The most important thing is that they are easy to carry.

Although he doesn't smoke much, he always brings a few bags with him every time he goes on a mission. It is more useful than money to dispel the wariness of the locals. Although these locals are so poor that they have to eat dirt every now and then, tobacco leaves and pepper are not uncommon here. Some people also crush some tobacco leaves and smoke them, or sell them to make money to support their families.

A few people put the cigarette under their noses and took a puff. They immediately understood what this thing was, and then they all had surprised expressions on their faces.

They had never seen such expensive cigarettes in their lives, so much so that they were reluctant to smoke them.

Some family member thoughtfully took out a lighter and lit it for them all, so that they didn't have to hesitate whether to smoke or not. After leading a dozen people into the alley and puffing away for a while, no one in the family asked with a smile.

"Look at how hard you work, how much money do those wolf killers give you?"

Hearing this, the dozen or so survivors all looked unhappy. One of them had a straight temper and started to curse.

"This money? Those stingy guys won't give you money!"

Several people soon echoed.

""Yes!"

"Forget about giving money, it's good if they don't steal our things!"

"Damn it, take away all the baskets I use to collect dirt."

While talking, several people kept staring at the lighter in the hand of the iron man in front of them, their eyes full of envy and greed.

No one in the family looked surprised.

"If you don't give me money? Then you will help them dig it out?"

The straight-tempered man said angrily.

"Not only are we not given money! We also have to bring our own dry food!"

No family members continue to worship the fire road.

"Isn't it okay if you don't go?"

Everyone shook their heads after hearing this.

"No, they have occupied that piece of red land. If we don't go, there will be no soil to eat."

"They don't have enough people, so they will come here to arrest us. We all live here, and we will have to go there then."

"It's hard to say what will happen when they come."

"My three daughters are all grown up."

"What the **** are these guys doing!"

"I hope they are buried in the red soil!"

Several survivors began to complain, getting angrier and angrier.

No family member heard it but it was

As he rolled his eyes, he suddenly smiled and said.

"Well, if they don't give you money, I will give it to you!"

Everyone in the alley was stunned and looked at him in confusion.

"You...give it to us?"

"Yes," no family member nodded and said with a smile, "But you have to remember, we have added money, you have to work harder! You will dig hard for me starting tomorrow, If they ask you to dig a pit of 1.5 meters, dig 2 meters. If they ask you to dig a pit of 2 meters, dig 2.5 meters! Give them an extra fifty centimeters!" Several survivors were stunned.

The straight-headed guy looked at the iron man in front of him suspiciously and asked in disbelief.

"You really give us money?"

No family member said with a smile.

"That must be given! Not only do we give it, but we pay it every day! Each person... we give twenty Xilan coins!"

Twenty Xilan coins!

Everyone's eyes widened when they heard this.

They instinctively didn't believe this kind of good thing, but the cigarette **** in their mouths made them subconsciously believe it.

Maybe these iron men are really not short of money?

A rat tribe boy swallowed.

"Is...all involved?"

No family members smiled.

"That's necessary! We treat everyone equally!"

Then someone asked again.

"Can we bring a few more family members?"

No family member said readily.

"No problem! We count the money per person... Ah, forget about children. We don't count people under the age of twelve. At dawn tomorrow, we will count the heads here. As long as you do what we say, you can get it. Money!"

With a roll of his eyes, he added another sentence.

"You can help me attract people. For every additional person you bring over, we will give you an extra five yuan! But this matter must be kept secret. Don't let those outside know about it. Otherwise, don't say that the money is gone. You Maybe your life will be lost."

Everyone had expressions of surprise on their faces when they heard this, and no one was afraid of his last words.

No family members made an appointment with them on the map at the time and place to share the money, and then sent these people away.

The next day, when the sky was still bright, more than a thousand people gathered on the northern outskirts of Golden Gallen Harbor and walked towards the Gray Wolf Army's position.

Seeing the dark figure, the soldiers standing guard on the front line were startled. They thought it was the Alliance people coming over. It wasn't until they all walked in that they discovered that it was a group of residents of the settlement.

"What are you doing here!" the soldier shouted.

The first few survivors shouted back confidently.

"We are here to work!"

"Your commander called us here!"

"He asked us to come again tomorrow and said he would catch us in the settlement if we dare not come."

"Let us get to work!"

Listening to the shouting one after another, several soldiers on duty were stunned and looked at these guys in confusion. They didn't know what to do for a while, so they quickly sent someone back to ask for instructions from their superiors.

At this moment, their superior was snoring in the shell-proof hole just dug yesterday. He looked confused when he was woken up and hurriedly put on the hat hanging on the bedside.

"The Alliance is coming?!"

"No," looking at the commander who quickly put on his military boots, the soldier said quickly, "A group of residents of Golden Gallen Port came to the position. They said you asked them to come here to dig earth. ..."

The officer who was putting on his shoes was stunned for two seconds, stopped tying his shoelaces, and nodded.

"What happened?"

The soldier was also stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do.

"That..."

"I gave them shovels and shovels and told them where to dig and how to dig. Do you still want me to teach you? Grandma, this is such a big fuss. The Alliance came calling and called me!"

The officer cursed and threw away the shoes he had just dug into his feet, threw his hat on the bedside, turned over and lay back down.

He went to bed at around three o'clock last night and was sleeping on his head. It was so foolish to wake him up for such a trivial matter!

After being scolded all over the face, the soldier also looked aggrieved, but saw that his commander was already snoring, so he could only trot to find the person in charge of the frontline logistics and give the tools for digging earth to the survivors. Sent on.

The survivors who received the tools immediately arrived at the position and started working sweatily. Their hard work was completely different from yesterday.

When the sun rose three o'clock in the morning, the supervisor carrying a whip walked to the position, and was surprised to find that the whip in his hand was no longer used.

"Strange things."

"When did these animals become so diligent?"

Several supervisors gathered together and looked curiously at the guys with their heads buried in the trenches sweating profusely. One of them couldn't help being curious and walked up to ask.

"It's strange, why are you so diligent today?"

The survivors who were immersed in their work did not even raise their heads, shouting behind the back of the overseer carrying the whip.

"Master, if you are lazy, you will be whipped, but you will have to do it in the end."

"Yes, sir, we are afraid of pain."

"Get your work done early, and you won't have to endure hardship when the war is over."

These words were taught to them by the people who made them money.

Of course they didn't dare to raise their heads, especially the supervisor's face, for fear that their secret would be revealed.

The supervisor nodded, not doubting what they said, but he couldn't help but sneered coldly.

"You have had this awareness a long time ago, and if you work harder on weekdays, you will not be so poor that you are neither a human nor a ghost."

Not to mention becoming a soldier like him, just doing a small business, or learning a trade, it would not lead to a life worse than an animal, tied here to dig in the soil.

In the end, I am still too lazy.

The supervisor looked down at them for a while. Seeing that they were working hard even without the whip, he was too lazy to use the whip and turned around to enjoy the cool air under the camouflage net.

On the other side, Alaya, who has completed the combat deployment, is inspecting the position.

He first inspected the most important artillery positions, anti-aircraft gun positions and various machine gun fire points, and then moved to the edge of the front line to take a look.

Then he was surprised to find that the coolies from the previous group of workers were working enthusiastically one by one.

It's like there are gold mines buried underground.

It's strange.

When did these lazy guys become so diligent?

Putting down the telescope in his hand, Alaya looked at the adjutant beside him.

"How much did you pay them?"

The adjutant said with a proud look on his face.

"Report sir! No money spent!"

"No money?!" Alaya looked at him dumbly, suspecting that he heard wrongly.

The adjutant smiled and said as if to show off.

"I heard from people below that the local residents are hoping that we will win as soon as possible and let their lives return to normal as soon as possible, so they brought their families to help early in the morning."

At this point, he paused and continued.

"In the final analysis, your Majesty is still in line with what the people want. The general is famous and famous, and the right time, place and people are on our side. It is even difficult to lose this battle."

Although he was suspicious, Alaya could not refute the first half of his sentence. He just nodded and let go of this insignificant matter.

He didn't need the coolies to dig the trenches to a standard, as long as they could provide his soldiers with a bunker to resist the line.

The real battlefield is in the city, and these trenches and fortifications are only needed to deliver troops and ammunition to the front line.

"It is better to give some benefits to the local residents. After the work is done, each person will be given a piece of bread. This is considered as compensation for delaying their other work."

Of course the bread he mentioned was not him

The kind of soft, white bread you eat in the morning, smeared with butter and jam, refers to the black bread mixed with a lot of bran or even stones and sawdust.

This kind of bread is the staple food of most of the lower-class citizens and middle- and lower-class farmers in the empire. A few Xilan coins can weigh half a catty. The exact price depends on the quality of the bread.

This kind of bread has not been fermented and is harder to chew than biscuits. It can even be used as a weapon to beat people. It is usually broken into pieces and thrown into water to soak and drink.

But no matter what, this is much better than eating dirt and eating those beans that cause flatulence.

The adjutant nodded respectfully.

"My lord said that I will make arrangements later."

Alaya nodded, then asked again.

"By the way, is there any new news from Rajesh?"

Rajesh is his right-hand man. He is not only an awakener, but also an excellent marksman. He is especially good at disguise and intelligence gathering.

Long before the army set off, he sent him and two other scouts to Golden Gallon Port to collect intelligence on the alliance's activities there.

It has been two days since the last contact.

He needs the latest intelligence before formulating his next battle plan.

The adjutant hesitated slightly and shook his head.

"No new information has been sent yet... The alliance's troop deployment must have changed a lot recently. I guess Sergeant Rajesh wants to wait until it stabilizes before reporting."

Alaya frowned slightly.

"...It seems we have to give him a little more time."

He always had a bad feeling, but it seemed too early to judge now. Alaya did not dare to go too close to the front line. He was sure that the Alliance soldiers hiding in the settlement must also be staring at this position, so he just glanced at it from a distance and retreated behind the bunkers and shelters. .

The sun gradually sets below the mountain.

The officer in charge of the construction of the frontline position walked to the position, took a look, nodded with satisfaction, and then got back into the anti-gun hole.

This depth is enough!

If this trend continues, they will be able to complete the construction of the outer positions of Golden Gallen Port in at most three days. The group of alliance soldiers probably never dreamed that their construction speed would be so fast.

At the same time, at the edge of the Golden Gallen Harbor settlement, a group of hot and sweaty survivors were lining up in front of the alley with anxious faces.

This street is their own home, and several entrances to the block are monitored, so there is no need to worry about outsiders seeing it. However, after all, they were receiving money from those iron men, and most people were a little worried. They were afraid that the iron men would regret it, and they were also afraid that the soldiers of the empire would discover that they had received the money.

But when a brand-new 20-denomination note was stuffed into his hand, almost all the anxious expressions turned into attentive smiles.

"Thank you, sir!" A man with a bed sheet tied around his waist clasped his hands in thanks. His so moved expression made him want to kneel down on the spot.

Yi Dengtian, who was responsible for distributing money, was extremely happy, but he still acted like a civilized person and criticized.

"Don't call me master, I can't bear it. We pay and you contribute. This is called a transaction, understand? We are not rewarding you."

The man obviously didn't understand, he nodded and bowed and said with a smile.

"Okay, sir!"

"...Damn, what I said was in vain, hurry up and leave." Yi Dengtian was too lazy to talk nonsense, and waved his hand to drive the person away.

Not far from the alley, two players wearing exoskeletons gathered together.

Looking at the guys queuing up to collect money, Shanhe Ruimeng couldn't help but sigh.

"You guys are too stubborn."

Today he received the task of transporting several boxes of Xilan coins from the bank on Tulip Street to his teammates on the front line.

At first he was curious about what so much money was for, until he saw the scene in front of him.

Looking at the shocked friendly forces, Yin and Yang said with a smile.

"The guy in our team is indeed a talent, and his brain is smarter than mine. He should be the captain."

Shanhe Ruimeng looked at him with envy. It was a little bigger, and the location of the Governor's Mansion was higher than that of the northern city. It would take a lot of effort for them to take it down, and it would not be easy to hold on. But if we capture Camp Rowell, we can force us to retreat to Tulip Street and return our front to the state at the beginning of the second phase of the offensive.

Once the alliance's front shrinks to the vicinity of the port, it will be unable to bribe local survivors and slaves to serve as a temporary source of troops.

But on the contrary, taking back the Governor's Palace meant nothing to them except moving the battlefield of street fighting from the slums to Tulip Street near the port in advance.

And the supply lines may be cut off by local militias trained by the Alliance or the Capital Alliance.

After thinking about it for a while, Shanhe Ruimeng thought it made sense.

At this moment, a shirtless local man came over and said after looking at the strange situation.

"Sir, someone is looking for you outside. He is a young man from the rat tribe. He said his name is Asin and he is your servant."

Hearing Shanhe Mengmeng, he glanced at the accident in surprise.

"Servant?"

"Ahem, that's not the case, it's just a misunderstanding," Yin and Yang smiled and said in Mandarin, then looked at the NPC and continued in human couplet, "Let him in."

The shirtless local nodded.

"Okay."

After all, they are doing something shady, and any strange face appearing here will arouse their vigilance.

But if it is the servants of these iron men, then it doesn't matter.

That's one of our own.

Accompanied by two locals, the child named Asin was brought here. He looked a little panicked, his hands were in his pockets, and his clothes were stained with mud. There were scratches and bruises on his face and arms, which seemed to have been left not long ago.

Seeing the familiar face, the panic on his face disappeared immediately, and he immediately walked forward in surprise.

"Tuning fork!"

Yinxu glanced at him in surprise.

"Hey, Asin...what's wrong with you?"

"It's a small injury, don't worry about it..." After swallowing, Asin continued nervously, "I'll take you to meet one... no, three people."

I guess this kid wanted to ask me for help to scare people, so he accidentally glanced at the late morning sky, then looked at the young man and said with a smile.

"Wait for a while. We will go back to the Governor's Mansion after we finish the things here. We will go back with you then. If anyone bothers you with a blind eye, we will come to greet you--"

"No, you misunderstood," Asin took a deep breath and calmed down and said, "No one is bothering me. I won't trouble you for such a trivial matter. I just want to... give it to you. A gift."

Before the iron man could ask, he continued speaking quickly.

"They are General Alaya's men!"