This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 853: Expansion pack updated! “Southern Barbarian Invasion”!

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"Fire!!!"

Just as the survivors of Jingallang Port were excited about the invasion of the Legion, in the mountains and forests at the junction of the southwest of Dog State and Shi State, artillery pieces dormant in the woods also fired at the same time. A deafening roar.

The sky-wide rain of fire rushed into the sky, and then hit the ground heavily, engulfing the battlefield thirty kilometers away in a sea of ​​boiling fire and thick smoke.

That is the 155mm artillery piece sold by the Alliance to the Mammoth Nation.

At this moment, there are a total of twenty-four guns deployed on the front line, forming a fully staffed battalion-level firepower group!

One artillery piece after another fired continuously, unleashing twelve rounds of intensive firepower.

The coordinates of the shelling were located in Lion State, on the position where the Borneo Ten Thousand Troops had just withdrawn.

Although it is the territory of the Borneo Kingdom, the Southern Army has now been torn apart, and the Yue Clan Resistance Army does not care so much.

With these twelve rounds of firepower pouring in, the offensive of the Legion's 172nd Thousand-Man Corps finally came to a standstill and was suppressed in the trenches left behind by the Borneo 10000-man Corps.

After racing for more than 300 kilometers with overwhelming momentum, the Legion's offensive finally came to a standstill.

This is probably the biggest and most direct resistance that the Southern Army's frontline troops have encountered since they landed ashore.

Standing next to a group of artillerymen, [The Fighting Wolf] was sitting next to a tree stump and "meditating" with his eyes closed.

After receiving the news from Brother Dog offline, he immediately went online, opened his eyes, and said hello to the battalion commander next to him.

"It's time to withdraw!"

The Southern Army responded quickly.

While the mobile troops are advancing forward, the deployment of artillery positions can be completed in an orderly manner.

Although the steel airship is currently contained near West Sails Port, the airship is not the only support weapon of the Southern Army.

According to the intelligence detected by Brother Gou, the enemy artillery unit has completed preparations for counterfire, and it won't take long for the corrective fire to come.

The battalion commander was watching his men reloading and firing vigorously. When he heard the reminder from a good alliance brother, he suddenly poured cold water on his head and his expression immediately became serious.

"Understood!"

Without any hesitation, after receiving the order, he held the walkie-talkie and immediately issued the order to retreat.

The soldier wearing the exoskeleton immediately stepped forward to put away the artillery bracket and skillfully hung it on the back of the light truck.

They have rehearsed the entire set of actions countless times, and practiced them countless times when fighting against the Gray Wolf Army.

In less than a minute, the entire position was packed up, and the trucks pulling the artillery were quickly withdrawn from the prepared paths.

Not long after their front legs had withdrawn, a deafening roar came from not far behind everyone's heads.

A calibrated cannonball landed first in the woods.

In less than half a minute, a rain of fire that was more violent than before covered it in waves.

The flames and shrapnel from the explosion traveled freely through the woods, blowing apart the skin and flesh of the towering old trees.

Looking at the shaking forest behind them, the soldiers sitting in the truck had a more or less frightened expression on their faces.

The reaction speed of the Southern Army was much faster than that of the Gray Wolf Army. When fighting guerrillas with Alaya's troops, they even had time to smoke a cigarette before leaving.

And don’t talk about smoking a cigarette here.

If it had been more than ten seconds later, I might have lost a leg in the woods.

"Did we hit just now? Is the enemy's loss heavy?"

The battalion commander sitting in the truck did not have any fear, he just looked at the alliance brother impatiently and asked with an eager expression.

The fighting wolf glanced at the VM and saw that there was no signal on it for the time being, so he said calmly.

"Our scouts are confirming, there is no rush."

In fact, he had already confirmed the results of the bombardment while offline.

The previous round of fire coverage really hurt the legion, and the counterattack that was going on now had a hint of frustration in it.

However, his human couplets were really not very good and it was too troublesome to explain, so he didn't bother to explain.

The battalion commander didn't ask further questions, but just looked at the noisy forest behind him.

The roaring artillery fire has been going off for a while, but it shows no sign of stopping.

It can be seen that the legion is indeed well prepared, and this posture is almost as if it will lift the entire mountain.

But this also just shows that their strategic goal has been achieved.

Early before the battle, Lacy issued instructions to the front line, requiring combat units at all levels not to stick to the battle line and to use long-range firepower and terrain as much as possible to block the enemy's offensive.

The brothers of Borneo have proven that positional warfare cannot stop the legion's offensive.

They must replace the original solid front with a more flexible one, disperse the small forces over a wider depth, wait until the enemy's large forces penetrate deep into the hinterland, and then pounce on them and take a bite. Their vitality is wasted in the pulling.

The sound of cannons behind them is still noisy, but it has gradually faded away in everyone's ears.

They will move to the next position and wait for the next order from division headquarters.

A young soldier about fourteen years old held a rifle and muttered with his head buried in his head.

"By the way, how many Wilantes landed this time?"

He is a recruit who joined the army only a few months ago and is also a native of the three northern states.

When the little emperor came before, he wanted to practice the palace, so he was recruited to work there.

Later the Yue Clan Resistance Army came over, and the little emperor led a group of nobles and fled with their tail between their legs, leaving him with nowhere to go.

Later, a young man about the same age found him, put a handful of LD-47 into his hand, and told him that if he couldn't find his home, he might as well come to the Resistance Army first, where they not only took care of food but also divided the fields. So he joined in.

The veteran sitting next to him was a little older, but only in his early twenties. After thinking for a while, he spoke.

"Based on our establishment, there are about thirty divisions."

Thirty divisions...

Hearing this number, many people sitting in the truck swallowed involuntarily, and even some battle-hardened veterans of the Resistance Army grinned involuntarily.

They thought they had enough people, but they didn’t expect that there were also many people on the other side.

At present, the Mammoth Kingdom only has ten divisions, and only five divisions are deployed on the front line. The other five divisions are still coming from the east.

Although the country of Borneo next door has hundreds of divisions, more than half of those guys are just making up the numbers. An army of one million people cannot even make up the equipment for 100,000 people.

Not only that, these guys also face a very serious problem - the change of uniforms.

Although the rifles of the Legion and the Alliance are both 7mm in caliber, they are not the same type of ammunition after all.

Even the gray military uniforms were only issued to one-third of the troops, and the remaining two-thirds were basically the same as the motley crew.

Even with the help of the Alliance, this is still a battle with great disparity in strength.

A recruit couldn't help but muttered.

"...can we win?"

The fighting wolf originally wanted to tell the truth, but this might be a bit difficult. After all, even the Alliance has never directly fought against the legions twisted into a rope. It is difficult to say what chance the fragmented Borneo Province has.

This is purely a rational analysis.

It is impossible for them to completely turn the tide of the war around just because they won one artillery battle.

Less than a day after the war started, the Southern Army had already captured the entire northwest corner of Lion State and pushed the frontline to the Surak County area.

If it were the Alliance fighting this battle, I'm afraid it wouldn't advance faster than them.

But before he could express his concerns, the battalion commander sitting next to him put his hand on the recruit's shoulder and shook it hard.

"It must be possible!"

That voice was extremely firm, just like his unwavering eyes.

His sight went beyond the present, as if he had already seen the future full of light and beauty.

He believed it without any doubt.

The fighting wolf sitting next to him was slightly stunned.

He didn't know where this guy's confidence came from, but he was surprised to find that this straggler had faith since he didn't know when.

These guys who can't read a word and don't understand any theory actually have faith!

This is incredible...

Like many new players in the alliance, he used to look down on the Moon Clan Resistance Army. He thought that these guys without any guiding ideology or theoretical basis could become the king of the mountain and block the enemy. It's a luck to be able to survive the Gray Wolf Army.

However, now he discovered that it might just be his own arrogance and prejudice, thinking that "not absolute thinking" is the same as "absolute no thinking".

In fact, the alliance was not built in a day.

When the Pioneer passed by Qingquan City, they were as small as ants on the roadside.

Seeing the eyes of the surrounding people secretly looking at him, the fighting wolf was silent for a long time, then suddenly a faint smile appeared on his face, and he said the smoothest sentence he had ever said in a while.

"Don't ask such boring questions..."

"Those beasts just have sharper teeth... If they had sharper teeth, they would win. You and I would still be in the tree right now."

Hearing this interesting metaphor, a burst of happy laughter sounded on the bumpy carriage.

Many Yue tribe soldiers were amused by the humor of this alliance brother, with smiles on their tense faces.

Especially the commander of the artillery battalion laughed the most heartily, and the cigarette in his mouth dropped.

On the other hand, the thirteen-year-old boy looked confused and looked at the alliance brother in confusion and asked.

"Why are you staying in the tree?"

In his opinion, the brothers in the Alliance are the most knowledgeable people. Everyone in the entire army, from the platoon leader to the division commander, respects them and will carefully refer to their suggestions.

Looking at the child who was supposed to be sitting in the classroom studying, the combative wolf grinned and showed off the little ink in his stomach.

"There are many theories about the origin of human beings. One theory is that humans evolved from monkeys."

The child's eyes widened.

"But I am from the dog tribe..."

"That has nothing to do with what you believe in. It's that... thing called science, right?" The battalion commander put on his cigarette **** again and added with a smile.

He has a fellow countryman who has been to Beidao in the southern sea, and he also heard the word science from that guy.

This thing is a good thing. I heard that the survivors in the southern sea relied on that science to live more comfortably on a piece of land as big as a palm than sitting on a large plain. A piece of clothing More valuable than their lives.

And this was after bankruptcy.

Before going bankrupt, I heard that people there were many times richer than they are now.

The fighting wolf: "...Strictly speaking, it should be considered an inference. After all, no one has seen what happened in the past. I don't understand this thing either. I will ask you for details when you return to school one day. The teacher is better."

The young man nodded in understanding, and then asked curiously.

"Then...why did we come down from the tree again? Isn't it good to stay in the tree?"

The fighting wolf laughed and said.

"Then it's a long story, and it has to start before the Prosperity Era...even further back than the Classical Era..."

……

The sun sank into the sea, and the sky filled with dark clouds finally began to rain heavily.

The patter of rain fell in the muddy ditch, and in the medium-deep puddle was an arm that had fallen down.

Unexpectedly, a Wilant soldier stumbled over a broken arm when he was crossing the trench. He almost fell into the mud. Fortunately, he was grabbed by the collar by the captain next to him. Lifted it up.

"Watch the soles of your feet. If these were landmines, you would be dead."

I heard that the Alliance has artillery mines, and it is not difficult to deploy them.

The soldier swallowed the saliva mixed with rain and lowered his head in shame.

"Yes..."

Pete glanced at the new recruit and didn't say anything. He just looked at the messy battlefield ahead.

This was the Borneo position before. As soon as the Borneo troops withdrew from here, their friendly troops, the 172nd Thousand Troops, filled in with their rear legs.

However, not long after that, artillery shells came from the mountainous forest area in the northeast, and there were more than twenty 155mm cannons, firing twelve rounds of barrages.

According to information from friendly forces, they have a Centurion Corps right in the center of the barrage and have lost contact since the beginning of the second round of shelling. They hope that the 171st Thousand Corps stationed nearby will send a troop there. Take a look at what's going on with your troops.

The 170,000th Army advanced too fast and encountered air attacks on the rear. Many supports had not yet caught up, so they were forced to switch from advancing to consolidating the current position.

It is now inconvenient for the brothers of the 172nd Thousand-Man Corps to leave their positions, and they can only rely on friendly forces in the same 10,000-man Corps.

The centurions who were bombed were also quite unlucky. Peter heard that they were counting the rags seized from the Borneo Army positions. Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched the rag with one hand, he turned around and touched the jackpot, and was named by the opponent's cannon.

The artillery fire covered so quickly and struck so decisively. There was probably a reconnaissance unit of the Moon Clan Resistance Army reporting information nearby.

After discovering enemy artillery fire and radio signals directing the bombardment, the 170,000th Army immediately deployed its own artillery units. However, before their counterattack began, the opponent had ceased fire and most likely moved away.

These guys were as cunning as rats, and he had to admit that they did underestimate their enemies.

But it’s not too late to correct it now.

After returning to the team, Peter was immediately assigned a new mission and went to a friendly position that was under shelling.

They need to confirm the situation of friendly forces while cooperating with the remaining friendly forces to catch the enemy's eyes.

"Damn..."

Looking at the messy battlefield, Peter couldn't help but curse, but he still made a gesture to his teammates and bravely moved forward to search.

The rain was getting heavier, and the wind was blowing loudly, making the search very difficult.

In particular, they have to be careful around them. They may not be the only ones moving around.

The scouts from the Mammoth Kingdom might be nearby, and the soldiers from the Borneo Kingdom might also be worried about the equipment left on the position and return their weapons after hearing the sound of cannons.

This is also the reason why the 172nd Thousand Soldiers did not dare to move. They must be extremely careful before the airship returns to the front line.

Just as he approached a bomb-proof cave and was about to poke his head in to take a look, a rifle was suddenly pointed at his head.

"Don't move!"

In the darkness, he saw one vicious eye, while the other was covered with blood.

Noting the high bridge of his nose, Peter let go of his hand holding the rifle, indicating that he meant no harm.

"One's own people."

Just before he spoke, the man standing in the shadows obviously recognized his identity, lowered the muzzle of the gun aimed at his head, and spit blood on the ground.

"Damn... I just noticed, which army are you from?"

"The Centurion under the 171st Thousand Corps." Only then did Peter notice that this excited guy was a centurion, with a military rank higher than his own.

"171?" The centurion was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "Where are our own people?"

Piet said concisely and concisely.

"They can't take care of you for the time being and have entrusted us to take a look at your situation... How many of you are left?"

The centurion grinned.

"The casualties are not too heavy...nine died, but there were more injured, about ten. The sanitary conditions here are too poor, and it's still raining. I'm worried they won't be able to hold on for long."

Are there really only nine dead?

Peter glanced at him suspiciously, suspecting that he had not confirmed it at all, but he did not ask any more questions and said immediately.

"Then let them go to the nearby farm. We have established an operational base there and there are also medical personnel. When the rear transport team arrives, they can be sent to the rear."

The centurion's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he immediately agreed.

"Okay! Then they will be left to you!"

"What about you?"

Looking at the centurion who seemed to have no intention of retreating from here, Peter subconsciously asked.

A flash of fierceness flashed in the centurion's eyes, and he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence.

"...Those guys killed my brother, we can't just let it go."

The casualties of friendly forces are only one aspect, and the other aspect is too embarrassing.

As for the previous round of shelling, their team might have suffered all the casualties throughout the day.

If he doesn't get this place back, he will have no shame in being a centurion anymore!

Peter wanted to persuade him to calm down, but he didn't want to listen to the opinions of a mere ten-capion.

"...You'd better be careful, I always feel that someone from the alliance may have arrived."

"Ha, just in time!" The centurion curled his lips, reached out and patted his shoulder, "The wounded are in the bomb hole... and they are left to you."

After saying that, he climbed out of the trench in the pouring rain and shouted towards the position.

"Get up with me if you can still move! These **** have finally finished their farts, why don't they follow me and do something like that!"

"Oh oh oh!"

"Fight them!!"

There were roars of high morale on the battlefield, and soldiers wearing bulletproof armor and exoskeletons crawled out of the trenches one after another, massing toward the north with murderous intent.

The roar of high morale passed through the heavy rain curtain and floated to the fields aside.

The [Catheter Dog] lying in the field had a pity expression on his face, took back the small drone floating in the sky, and turned off the dimly glowing VM screen.

"Damn, what a pity..."

The round of shelling just now probably killed twenty or thirty people. On average, it only took five shells to kill one person, which was somewhat of a waste.

It would be nice if there were artillery nearby.

Looking at the action route of these big noses, they probably plan to continue heading north. If there is another salvo at this time, they may be able to take away this hundred-man team in one wave.

However, the artillery battalion ambushed in the mountains has been moved, and now he can do nothing but watch.

Climbing up from the field, Brother Dog carefully avoided the murderous group of Wilant soldiers and headed towards Surak County.

It seemed that a team of thousands of people had arrived there before. He planned to go there to investigate again before going offline to see what was going on there...

……

While the frontline troops of the Southern Legion were being bombarded by artillery shells, the official website of "Wasteland OL" in another world was as festive as a festival.

Facts have proved that people's joys and sorrows are not the same.

It is different from the Weirant people and the Born people who are waiting in suffering. For the players of "Wasteland OL", before the fight even started, they were already eager to go up and "break it up".

As early as a few months ago, several big guys on the forum were analyzing that a misfire was almost inevitable.

And the legion that is ready to move now is indeed as they expected, and the big sword planned by the dog can finally be restrained!

[Expansion pack update: "Southern Barbarian Invasion"]

[Explanation: The Southern Army supported the puppet emperor Akbar Xilan to rebuild the Xilan Royal Court, and launched an armed invasion against the surviving forces of Borneo Province in the name of the puppet Xilan regime!

This is not only a provocation to the peaceful order of the wasteland, but also a betrayal of the ancient contract! The survivors of the Alliance will not allow the Legion to expand east of the Great Desert in any form. If they enter the battlefield under the guise of mercenaries, then we will show them the power of volunteers! 】

[Method to join: Signing up as a volunteer on VM and going to the front line will be deemed as participating in the expansion pack activity, and the expansion pack tasks will be received through VM. 】

[Event rewards: In addition to the rewards for completing the mission itself, the points earned can also be redeemed for more rewards after the expansion pack ends. Please stay tuned for details. 】

[Risk Warning: There are few save points in this activity area, and the situation is extremely complex. Players who register are required to have a serial level above LV10 and a contribution point of more than 3,000. 】

[Currently registered players: 27155! 】