This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 795: Wilrantians who want to pick peaches

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The time returns to the second half of the night before dawn.

While the fierce battle between the Burning Legion and the Torch remnants was in full swing, in another abandoned city a hundred kilometers away, a **** battle was entering its final climax.

Hundreds of "Conqueror" Panzer V tanks and their coordinated infantry cut off all entrances from the ruins to the wilderness. They also cut off the possibility of the bacterial variants in the Kingdom of Heaven from reinforcing the ruins of the city.

Immediately afterwards, under the cover of artillery, more than ten thousand Wilant infantry and tens of thousands of clone soldiers launched attacks from more than a dozen directions at the same time, attacking the remnants of the Torch Church and the mutant tribes trapped in the ruins. An encirclement and suppression campaign was launched.

Judging from the map of the Prosperity Era, this abandoned city once belonged to a large city called Guangtian City, with a permanent population of more than eight million.

However, it is now the Wasteland Era, and the prosperity of the past has long disappeared. Only the rusty road sign still remembers its name.

After learning that there might be information about the Gestalt Life Project hidden in this city, Liam did not hesitate to remove the nearest 370,000th team to attack, and ordered them to land in the alliance. Capture it before your troops take the lead!

The attackers are the Legion's 370,000th team and a Glorious Army composed of 30,000 clone troopers.

The defenders are the "Flame" Knights of the Torch and the "Lame" clan.

Although the name of the latter sounds funny, it is obvious that the mutants of this clan are not really cripples. It is unlikely that lame people will appear with the mutants' ability to regenerate their limbs.

Even contrary to the funny name, the mutants of this clan are not cripples, but are natural hunters. They are active in the mountains and forests of rugged terrain all year round, and are extremely good at making traps and using high and low vision for sneak attacks.

In the initial stage of the offensive, the 370,000th legion had suffered a lot at the hands of these "cripples".

But this is only the initial stage.

After the Vaillantes discovered that these mutants were doing just a few tricks over and over again, the rest of the matter was much easier to solve.

Whenever they encountered a possible ambush, they would either send clone troopers to test it, or simply fire a few rounds of artillery shells to blow them up before moving forward.

The commander of the 370,000th Corps was very cautious in making decisions, and gradually compressed the Torch's living space and activity area bit by bit through gradual encroachment, and finally forced all the latter into a relatively open area in the city center. area.

The battle lasted for three full days, during which both sides suffered heavy casualties.

However, the Torch has finally run out of gas and lamps. No matter how hard the troops trapped in the city resist, they can only struggle to the death and cannot change their final defeat.

When the offensive reached the third day, the Legion had successfully broken through the last line of defense, and the tank's gun barrel had almost been stuffed into the nostrils of the mutants and the Torch Cultists.

The remaining 200 Torch Cultists and less than 1,000 mutants were trapped in an abandoned commercial department store.

I think the entrance to the research facility should be there too.

Not only that, the Legion also discovered a "stable" where mutants kept captives in a nearby gymnasium.

These prisoners were naked and emaciated. Most of them had sores on their bodies and traces of torture.

Some of them were probably used for the mutants' enjoyment, and they were also fed a large amount of nuts. They still had a broken expression when they were pulled out of the dungeon.

The other part is probably an experiment prepared by the Torch Church for itself, or a "talent reserve". Although these people were not fed fruits, their mental condition was quite bad and they were obviously abused.

There was a small disagreement among the middle and senior management of the 370,000th team about how to place these prisoners.

The traditional military aristocrats headed by Captain Favre believed that the stronger should control the trophies of the stronger in accordance with general practice...even if these trophies are defective.

Some new officers believe that the legion's dignity in the Community should be maintained. After all, what they are engaged in is not a war of conquest, but a just battle for the destiny of all mankind.

There are also a few people who think that it is better to simply leave it to other forces in the Sticky Community to worry about, so that others can't find faults and the legion itself will save trouble.

The representative of this minority opinion is Pangolin, a "seconded officer" from the civil service group.

Although this man comes from the civil service group, his background is not small. He is a talent discovered by General McClun. It is said that he single-handedly hunted down a Deathclaw Mother, which makes him a hero among men.

After General McClun's defeat, he led the Empire's officers across thousands of kilometers to avoid the Alliance's pursuit and interception. Finally, he successfully joined forces with the Legion's main force in the desert, and killed nearly a thousand Alliance soldiers on the front line!

With this achievement, he jumped from the servant army to the regular army, and followed General Griffin to fight in the desert. It was not until the eastward expansion faction lost power that he switched to the civilian group.

This legendary experience was enough to occupy at least two columns in "Triumph".

And speaking of this legendary experience, it also has something to do with the immediate superior of the officer present.

The captain of the 370,000th team is Colway.

This person is exactly the officer who escorted the pangolin back to the rear after overcoming obstacles all the way.

As for his promotion history, that is another legendary story.

To be honest, the battlefield atmosphere team also felt that this was a coincidence. The person sent to the frontline for reinforcements happened to be an old acquaintance of his, and then he happened to be seconded there.

But this saves him a lot of trouble.

There is often a risk of being ganged up on when working under other Weirant people, but there is no need to worry at all when working under this person.

Because they were good brothers who had gone through life and death together after all, Kelwei had never doubted him even once.

Seeing the argument going on at the command table, Colway coughed hard.

"That's enough, let me say a few words."

Everyone fell silent and looked at him.

After a moment of pause, Colway slowly spoke in a majestic voice.

"...I think what Pangolin said makes sense. Based on our image in the eyes of the survivors in the east, even if we provide these captives with good food and drink, they may think that we are abusing those people. It's better to let them take care of it themselves."

Seeing that General Colway, who had been silent until now, stepped aside, Commander Favreau, who was standing in front of the command table, twitched his eyebrows fiercely and couldn't help but speak.

"General, I must remind you that according to the tradition of our Weirant people——"

"Then you can pick a few."

Favre was stunned and looked at Colway in confusion.

"...How many to choose?"

Colway shrugged.

"If you think you like any of the prisoners, just pick them back and keep them. But I have to remind you that the marshal's rules are the biggest rules here. You must treat your servants well according to the standards of Triumph City. Don’t expect to kill someone and be done with it.”

If when he heard the previous sentence, Favre was just feeling physically uncomfortable, but when he heard the latter sentence, the corners of his mouth had already begun to twitch.

Raise this bunch of garbage according to the standards of Triumph City?

If he really wants to do this, that would be crazy!

Seeing that no one raised any further objections, Colway rapped the table with his knuckles.

"Then it's decided, gather the prisoners together first, and then wait for arrangements from the relevant rescue agencies of the Sticky Community to see whether they should be sent to Weifu City or find them a new home nearby."

After experiencing the battle in Luoxia Province, or after getting to know the pangolin, his views on the Wastelanders have changed a lot, and they are not as extreme as before.

In fact, it was not just him, but also many officers of the eastward expansion faction.

After being defeated and returning to Triumph City, they all seriously reflected on the reasons for their failure, especially thinking about where they had gone too far.

As many wastelanders commented, they laid down a large area of ​​land across the entire western part of the Central Continent, but in fact they did not solve any problems.

The cycle of riots and suppression of riots is always repeated in the territory controlled by the four major legions. There has never been real peace in places other than Triumph City.

He wanted to try to solve some problems.

He had no ability before, but now that he is the captain of ten thousand men, he already has this ability.

Even if he only has one star on his epaulette.

The matter of the prisoners came to an end. This was just the smallest episode in the entire battle.

Shortly after Colway announced the treatment plan, the quartermaster brought everyone tonight's supper - two charcoal-roasted lambs sprinkled with cumin and peppercorns.

At the same time, the communications soldier stood at the door of the command tent and made a report, bringing news from the front line.

"...The commander of the Torch refused to surrender and said he would fight until the end."

Looking at the two plump lambs in the military tent, the communications soldier couldn't help but swallow.

Colway cut the leg of the lamb with a dagger and replied casually.

"We respect his choice. Since he is actively seeking death, let him drown in our gunfire with his stinking delusions."

This battle has entered the final stage. Whether the opponent surrenders or not actually has no impact. At most, it will just throw dozens more corpses into the department store.

What the Legion needs are Torch researchers, especially researchers who have information related to the Gestalt Life Project.

"Yes!" The communications soldier stood at attention and gave a military salute. He was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Colway.

"Wait a minute."

Calling to the signal soldier, Colway threw the cut leg of lamb over.

Looking at the surprised communication soldier who hurriedly caught it, he smiled heartily and said.

"You must be hungry after working so late. Eat on the way and don't miss the main business."

"Yes!

"

The communications soldier looked at him gratefully, performed another military salute, and then hurriedly took the order and left.

After watching the signal soldier leave, Colway didn't bother with any red tape and just greeted everyone to eat while it was hot.

The officers in front of the command table were not polite. They pulled out their daggers and cut large pieces of meat, and started eating while talking and laughing. The tent was very lively for a while.

"This lamb is roasted well!"

"It would be even better if I had another glass of wine!"

"Haha, what you think is really beautiful."

"Wait until the war is over! There will be endless wine and endless meat at the celebration banquet!"

"That's really exciting."

Did not participate in everyone's conversation, the battlefield atmosphere team focused all their attention on the buffet in front of them.

As a high-level awakened person, his appetite can be high or low. If you just want to maintain normal body functions and eat until you are seven to eight percent full, three or four kilograms of mutton is enough.

If you really eat it with an open belly, you can fit two sheep into it, and you can only run to the toilet a few times.

If he pays for the meal himself, he will usually take it easy.

But it was public money to eat and drink, and since he didn’t have to pay for it himself, he naturally opened his belly and finished half of the sheep in a few clicks, which made Favre next to him dumbfounded.

Is this guy a pig?

When Favre came to his senses, all that was left in front of him was a sheep's butt.

His brows twitched fiercely for a few times. Just as he was about to say something strange, the tent curtain was opened again, and another communications soldier trotted in.

"Report! News came from the reconnaissance force that explosions and flames were found 100 kilometers southeast of our headquarters! It is suspected that the alliance is suspected of air strikes launched by the alliance's coastline forces!"

After hearing this, all the officers stopped eating and looked towards the door of the camp.

"100 kilometers to the southeast?" Colway frowned slightly, stared at the map and pondered for a moment, and found the location.

That is the Haibei City ruins. The distance from there to Guangtian City is the same as the distance to the coastline, which is about 100 kilometers.

However, it is obviously more difficult to get to the coastline from there. After all, the tunnels built during the Era of Prosperity have collapsed, and you have to climb mountains and ridges to get there.

Apparently aware of the problem, an officer frowned and said in thought.

"Did the Alliance landing force advance so fast?"

Another officer standing next to him was also thinking deeply and said after a long time.

"I heard that they had just taken over Vault 182, and now they immediately changed direction and launched an air strike 100 kilometers away... What on earth did they want to do?"

"I don't think it's easy," Favre stared at the map for a while, his eyes narrowed slightly, "...the road from where the alliance landed to the area where they air raided was rugged, and at least one-third of it was rough. It's hilly. If it's to join their main force, there's no need to risk going in this direction."

After a pause, he looked around at the other officers at the command table and continued.

"There is only one other explanation. There is something terrible hidden in the area where they air raided, and they don't want this thing to fall into our hands, so they plan to get ahead of us."

"I can even conclude that their action tonight is not just an air strike, there must be airborne troops following up!"

The officers at the command table were whispering and exchanging opinions, and they all felt that this analysis made sense.

The battlefield atmosphere team lowered their heads and drank water, pretending to choke on the meat, but in their hearts they were sweating for the brothers of the Burning Corps.

The other officers present may not know it, but he knows it as clearly as a mirror.

The Burning Legion is indeed taking action there, and the big fish they want to catch is quite big. It might be the headquarters of the Torch Church in the entire Hai Ya Province region!

In order to avoid being targeted by the legions, they deliberately limited the density of the firepower they delivered. Unexpectedly, they still aroused the vigilance of this group of people.

He glanced at Colway's expression briefly and saw that the latter had obviously been convinced by Favre's words, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

The old man from the battlefield secretly thought something was wrong.

Although they wouldn't dare to rob it openly even if they were discovered by the Weiland people, it would always be a dispute when it comes to the meeting of the Sticky Community.

This is so sloppy...

Just when he was scratching his head anxiously, Colway suddenly turned his attention to him.

"I want to hear your opinion, Captain Pangolin."

The battlefield veteran smiled bitterly in his heart.

My opinion is okay...

What the **** can I say at this time?

Seeing that other officers were also looking at him, especially Captain Favre who always couldn't understand his identity, there was a joking expression in his eyes... as if he was already expecting him to make a fool of himself. performance.

"My opinion is the same as that of Captain Favre, general." Although he was deeply reluctant, the field veteran still maintained his loyal and honest persona and said.

For such an answer, Favre, who still expected to laugh at him, was obviously not satisfied.

Before General Colway could speak, he said in a sarcastic tone.

"I thought I could hear different opinions... I didn't expect that once our pangolin commander enters his own professional field, he will only repeat what others say."

Some officers who were born into traditional military aristocrats could not help but chuckle a few times, and those who were not smiling could not help but curl their lips in laughter.

Most of them have only heard rumors about this pangolin, but have never actually seen his abilities on the battlefield.

So far, the only trait they have seen from this guy is that he can eat.

But what’s the use of eating a lot?

All the big guys in the "Purge" team are just trash, but they are just trash.

The battlefield atmosphere team ignored their ridicule, mainly because they did not take the NPC's ridicule seriously.

However, although he didn't care, Colway gave Favre an unhappy look.

"Captain Favre, you should be more realistic. If you have a problem, speak up. If you don't have a problem, keep your mouth shut. Don't refuse to speak up when you see a problem, and don't go against the grain just for the sake of going against the grain. What do you think?"

Seeing his immediate superior looking at him with a displeased expression, the sarcastic expression on Favre's face softened a little.

"I think... you are right, sir."

Colway stared at him intently.

"I hope you really think so. You should really learn from your colleague Captain Pangolin on this point. He will never object to all the ideas you put forward just because you don't like him."

"Yes..."

Being stared at by that scorching gaze, Favre could only nod his head, but Colway was not satisfied with his answer.

"This is the only answer you have?"

Favre took a deep breath, turned to look at the pangolin standing opposite the command table and said.

"I'm sorry, Captain Pangolin, I, Favre...I sincerely apologize to you."

The battlefield atmosphere team could feel that there was less than one tenth sincerity in his words, but he had no interest in embarrassing this guy.

"I accept your apology."

"Thank you..." Favre nodded slightly, not looking at him.

"Very good." With the two people who had temporarily restored their friendship, Colway nodded approvingly, paused and continued, "Back to the issue we just discussed, the alliance is doing something on our way forward. No matter what they find there, we have to go there to take a look and get back what belongs to us... It just so happens that the battle in Guangtian City has ended."

When speaking of this, Colway continued to look at Favre.

"Captain Favre."

"Here!"

Favre stood up straight and waited for instructions.

"I need you to lead your men to march southeast, and be sure to arrive at the old site of Haibei City before early morning...The Alliance has already arrived there before us, and we must expand our control as much as possible before they find anything. area. Remember! Direct military friction with the Alliance must be avoided unless they strike first."

"Yes!" Favre made a military salute and said with bright eyes.

Colwei nodded, then looked at the pangolin.

"Captain Pangolin, you go with Favre. Your mission is to knock him out when he is stunned by the blood and bring him back to me, so your subordinates don't have to follow him."

"Yes, General..." The battlefield atmosphere team nodded and accepted the order, but there was still a trace of hesitation on his face.

He still wanted to work hard and do something to help his old friends, but he had no choice but to do something.

Seeing that the pangolin looked like he had something to say but didn’t know whether to say it or not, Colway said with a kind smile.

"If you have anything to say, say it quickly, don't hold it in your stomach."

The battlefield atmosphere team nodded, thinking quickly, suddenly thought of something, and said an idea.

"I was thinking... it would take seven or eight hours at best to get there from here. By the time we get there, I'm afraid it will be too late."

"My opinion is exactly the opposite of yours." Favre glanced at him, but did not say any more sarcastic words. He just laughed, "When the Alliance troops are almost at war with the Torch, we will serve as reinforcements. Fight to the battlefield. At that time, we will not only solve their "urgent need", but also take away the spoils from their hands smoothly. And not only do they have no reason to blame us, they might even have to thank us."

"Haha, I think so about this too," Colway laughed and said, looking at the dumbfounded pangolin. "At that time, there were not many airborne troops left in the alliance, even if they wanted to send more It will take time for these people to come over and take control of the territory in their hands, and we can just take advantage of this time to create some fait accompli."

Damn it!

Dirty!

These NPCs are so dirty!

Zhanji Lao kept complaining in his heart, but he had to make an expression of admiration on his face.

"So it turns out that my talents are lacking..."

"Don't belittle yourself. I've seen your abilities before. What you're good at is not sitting in a tent and giving orders." Colway comforted him with a smile, and then said, "That's the decision. You two go quickly."

"Yes!"

The two men responded, performed a military salute, and then exited the command tent.

Standing at the door of the camp, Favre adjusted his collar gently, glanced sideways at the pangolin standing next to him, and said with a half-smile.

"The general has seen what you are capable of. It's a pity that I haven't seen it yet. I hope to see you show your skills."

Having become somewhat impatient with this guy, Battlefield Lao looked at him sincerely and said.

"The general asked me to take action when you are overwhelmed with blood. Are you sure you want me to show my hand?"

"..." His eyebrows twitched, Favre finally resisted the urge to have an attack, just glared at him fiercely, snorted coldly and walked away.

Zhanji Lao followed him, but silently prayed in his heart, hoping that the old friends in the south would hurry up. He had really tried his best...

After marching all night, during which time there were more than ten conflicts with monsters in the realm of heaven, the thousand-man team under Favry finally arrived at dawn after suffering more than a dozen casualties. Arriving at the edge of Haibei City.

There were not many gunshots heard in the entire ruins. Except for the battlefield veteran who was still lingering, the others involuntarily quickened their pace and moved towards the direction of the explosion.

Finally, near an abandoned concrete wreckage, the legion's thousand-man team completed the "reunion" with the troops sent by the Alliance to land on the Death Coast.

This is probably the first intersection between the Southern Front troops and the Northern Front troops.

Even though neither party wants to see each other so early.

However, when they saw that the person leading the team was actually a battlefield veteran, many players widened their eyes in surprise.

"Holy shit!"

"Good guy..."

"Battlefield?!"

Seeing that all the blue gophers were staring directly at the pangolin beside him, completely ignoring his real commander, Favre couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

"What are these guys talking about?"

Old Warfield used his eyes crazily to hint to these dogs not to cause trouble, while farting without a blushing face and a heartbeat.

"I killed a lot of them in Luoxia Province... They should be greeting my family."

Although both sentences are true, when combined they are farts.

Favre didn't know it and was stunned after smelling it.

However, this guy probably remembered an interview he had read in "Triumph" before, and after thinking for a moment, he nodded clearly.

"So that's it..."

But at this moment, his eyes suddenly turned, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

"In that case, it's up to you to negotiate with them and ask them to obediently give up the land under their feet."

Battlefield atmosphere group: "???"

What the hell?

Is this guy trapped in Mihu Lake? !