This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 859: Riedbull Meat Grinder

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In the sunny harbor, a tall cargo ship docked quietly at the pier.

And in the cabin of the cargo ship, an unconscious man was lying on his back on the bed.

Perhaps the "quacking" sound of seagulls outside the window disturbed his dream. The tightly closed eyes suddenly twitched, and then opened with a violent cough.

"Ahem——!"

Looking at the man who suddenly coughed, the doctor put away the stethoscope in his hand, looked at Arman sitting aside and said.

"It seems nothing serious, just rest for a while."

Arman breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the doctor and said sincerely.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, this is my job."

The doctor nodded slightly and stood up from the chair as if he didn't want to say more.

He is a native of Golden Gallen Port, in other words a Borneo. He treats the Willand people purely out of professional ethics that cannot ignore death.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't want to say a word to the person in front of him.

Although the survivors of Borneo once worshiped these big noses as gods, that is a thing of the past. At least in Golden Gallen Harbor, the Wilrants have lost their aura.

Arman sent him out of the door, then came back a moment later and looked at the compatriot who had already sat up on the bed and said.

"Feeling better?"

Henk nodded blankly, staring at him for a while as if he didn't understand the situation, and then looked beyond the small, damp room and looked out the window.

In the distance is a pleasant harbor, with its well-proportioned marble buildings and fountain statues standing in the port square. Every scene reminds him of the "spiritual hometown" he has not returned to for a long time—— City of Triumph.

Those things seemed to have been copied from Triumph City.

In addition to those marble buildings, there was another row of boxy concrete buildings and buildings with red bricks and bright tiles, which had a different style that he had never seen before.

What is even more impressive is the bustling streets and busy scene, even compared with the most prosperous ports in the New World.

At this moment, a bird with white feathers flapped its wings and landed on the windowsill, pecked at his armpit, and then stared at him stupidly.

Looking at that clear and stupid look, he suddenly had the urge to feed it French fries...

This should be a seagull.

But then again, what are French fries?

Seemingly after seeing that he didn't say anything for a long time, the seagull flew away realistically.

Looking at the feather that fell on the window sill, Henk finally came to his senses and realized that he had not yet answered his savior’s question, so he quickly spoke sheepishly.

"I'm much better. Thank you for saving my life... By the way, my name is Henk. I come from the New World. Where is this place?"

Looking at Henk who was embarrassed to introduce himself, Arman didn’t pay attention and just smiled gently and said.

"My name is Arman, this is Golden Gallon Port, we need to purchase some supplies here, and at the same time see if anyone else wants to board the ship. In addition, the other people who were rescued with you are here Once ashore, you are the last one to wake up."

Henk didn’t realize where it was at first, but he just felt that the word sounded familiar.

But then he remembered the joke a certain sailor made with him before boarding the ship, saying that he should never sail to Golden Gallon Port, which was the territory of the locals in Borneo Province. If he was caught, his nose would be cut off. .

Henk's face turned pale for a moment.

He was not worried that the rumor was true. After all, it would be difficult for anyone to connect the locals with the aborigines when they saw this bustling port.

But he is an arms dealer after all, and he still delivers arms to the enemies of the locals.

Even if his nose is not cut off, he will probably be jailed.

Looking at Henk who suddenly turned pale, Arman probably guessed something in his heart, and even saw his former self from that worried face.

Most people who think they can stay out of it are actually already involved.

Those who dream of being able to fish in troubled waters are actually soaking in the muddy water without even realizing it.

The temporary luck is just that the time has not come yet.

He almost lost everything because of a promise he couldn't keep.

But Arman didn't say anything, he just asked with concern.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No..." Henk smiled awkwardly, his face turned pale, he looked out the window again, his Adam's apple moved and said, "Can I... not get off the boat?"

There was a hint of pleading in his voice.

Arman nodded and said in a gentle tone.

"Of course, but it may take some time for us to return to Saipan Port. You have to stay on the ship for a month or two."

"It doesn't matter!"

Henk breathed a sigh of relief and immediately said, "Just let me follow you... I can help with some things."

Arman smiled and said.

"You should heal your injury first, and we will talk about this later when you can get out of bed and walk around."

Henk looked at him and asked after he felt relieved.

"Speaking of which, what kind of business do you do?"

Arman thought for a while and said.

“I don’t know how to describe my business, but my partner calls me a snakehead.”

"Snake...head?"

Looking at the confused Henk, Arman nodded and explained concisely.

"Pull the survivors here to the southern coast of Haiyia Province, where there are several alliance settlements. It's that simple."

This sounds similar to slave trading, but instead of collecting money from slave owners, you collect money from... slaves?

But where do slaves get their money?

Henk was puzzled and asked with a confused look on his face.

"How much can those natives give you?"

Arman didn’t hide anything and told him frankly.

"Of course they can't give it now, but they can owe it first. We will help them go to their new homes, help them settle there, help them find jobs, and then use part of their future wages to repay them Debts incurred before boarding the ship."

Can you still play like this? !

Henk was shocked.

"Your business model is great!"

If the ticket is priced at 1 million dinars, wouldn't it be able to plunder a person's wool until he dies?

Knowing that he must have gone astray, and even guessed what he had gone astray, Arman just smiled lightly and did not explain.

The debt cannot increase indefinitely, and the alliance's legal and regulatory agencies are not fools.

However, this is too troublesome to explain, including what he is doing now, which seems to be just transporting people there, but in fact there is a whole set of essential processes behind it.

"...It's not bad. Although it can't compare with the arms trade, it's better than safety. The people of the Southern Legion ignored us. The population of Sails Port is surplus to them. They don't need so many people. . People from the alliance will take care of us if they see us. They are carrying out big projects in the southern sea area, which is when they are short of manpower."

When he heard about the arms, Henk felt a pang of pain in his heart. The cargo of the three ships was worth at least 30 million dinars, not to mention the money of the three ships.

Although he had insured both the cargo and the ship, it was sunk by a torpedo... He was not sure whether this was covered by the compensation.

And the most terrible thing is that if this war continues and more and more insured ships are sunk, the insurance company may go bankrupt.

When he returns to the New World, it’s hard to say whether the company he insured with is still there.

Henke no longer had any hope that he could get the money back.

Now we can only take one step at a time...

……

Just when a certain unlucky arms dealer planned to follow Arman's fleet to try his luck on the alliance's territory, a battle of unprecedented scale finally started in the land of Borneo Province.

The 300,000th Army of the Southern Army took the lead in attacking the west side of Ridpur County, and exchanged fire with the 300,000th, 40th, and 50thousandth Army units stationed in the local Borneo State on the west side of Sunrise Lake.

Before arriving in Ridbull County, the 300,000-man unit of the Southern Army had already destroyed a thousand-man armored unit. The gap in strength between the two sides was huge.

Especially before the Southern Army sent troops, the commander of the Lion State Theater in Borneo ordered to dig a large number of tunnels and "rat holes" in Ridpur County.

If the 300,000th Army of the Southern Army chooses to attack by force, even if they still have two-thirds of their tanks and a large number of armored personnel carriers left, they will still have to pay a heavy price.

However, in theory it is.

When the airship of the Southern Army arrived at the front line, the advantage of the Borneo Army was suddenly gone.

The rain of bullets covered the sky like locusts.

As if to show off their firepower, the Wilantes even equipped the indirect fire shells with tracers.

"Hidden!!!"

Looking at the death that was getting closer and closer, the Centurion of Borneo lying on the battlefield let out a desperate roar.

The soldiers crawling in the foxholes pressed their foreheads against the soil, clenched their fists or held tokens of family members, and prayed silently in their hearts.

The roaring rain of bullets is approaching.

The shells exploded before reaching the ground, scattering into more fine and dense rain of light, covering every inch of soil in the position indiscriminately.

The flames of the explosion plowed through the position, burning the gravel and rubble, and lifted the dust from the ground to the sky.

A wisp of smoke rose upwards, and the noisy land suddenly became silent.

That's a cluster bomb.

The place washed by that thing will not even have a piece of living grass left, let alone a living person...

In the command vehicle more than ten kilometers away.

Ryan, captain of the 300,000th Army and commander of the Eastern Front, stared at the image on the holographic screen with a heavy expression.

That was an aerial photograph taken by the Horn airship.

On the land that had been plowed by artillery fire, not even a single human figure could be found, not even a complete body.

Not long after, however, another moving human head appeared in the corner of the screen.

Seeing this scene, Ryan's eyes narrowed slightly.

He washed the Borneo Army positions over and over again, but the Borneo soldiers came in wave after wave like endless locusts.

He was about to order another round of barrage coverage when the communicator hanging on his shoulder suddenly vibrated twice.

Ryan reached out and pressed the communicator, and soon the annoying voice came from the other end of the communication channel.

"...Dear Mr. Commander, although I don't want to disturb your enjoyment, I still have to remind you that one-third of our ammunition has been consumed."

The man who spoke was the captain of the Horn, a captain of ten thousand from Arvent.

Ryan frowned and said with an unhappy expression.

“Didn’t we purchase a batch of ammunition from the Western Legion?”

Captain of the Horn: "That's right... but the news I received here is that only four of the ten transport ships that were originally scheduled to arrive yesterday arrived."

Ryan: "...what do you mean?"

Captain of the Horn: "You should be able to guess it. It's obviously the Alliance's fault. It is said that their submarines are attacking our allies' transport ships, although they quibble that it was Laken who did it. At present, our supplies The condition is pretty good, but no one can say what will happen next. We'd better save a little... What do you think?"

Due to command issues, the relationship between the Air Force and the Army is not harmonious.

This situation not only happens to the Eastern Legion, but also to the other three legions.

Even if two people belong to the same faction and have the same philosophy of action, it does not mean that they are true brothers.

Even if the neck is twisted to the right at the same time, there will always be one more right and one less right.

The Captain of the Horn's voice had a hint of joking, but Ryan's face completely darkened.

This alliance is really vicious.

I didn’t dare to confront them head-on, but I actually picked those transport ships to attack!

"...Do you want to continue?"

Listening to the voice coming from the communication channel, Ryan thought for a moment and then ordered.

"Fire one round of white phosphorus bombs and leave the rest to the infantry."

The Captain of the Horn answered quickly.

"Received."

Shortly after the order was issued, a muffled sound like rolling thunder quickly came from below the low clouds.

The flames wrapped in thick smoke were like an avalanche falling from the top of the mountain, rushing towards the position where the steam was rising with devastating force.

The Borneo soldiers who were reinforced from behind had just filled the trenches with their front feet, and then they were showered with a boiling rain of fire.

The flames can't be extinguished no matter how hard they are put out.

And even a little bit of it may turn into a burning mass of fire.

"Ahhh!"

"My arm——!"

Screams came one after another, and the trenches were filled with the smell of roasting flesh and blood. It was like hell.

Some soldiers who were set on fire could not bear the severe pain and could only ask their comrades to give them a good pleasure, or put the muzzle of the gun against their chin and do it themselves.

And this is just the beginning.

The lethality of white phosphorus bombs is not all in the flames, the poisonous gas produced by combustion is also deadly.

For the Borneo soldiers who lacked gas masks, they could only bury their faces in the soil and try to use the soft soil to filter the poisonous gas.

However, this homespun method is not always effective, and the poisonous gas released by the white phosphorus bombs still causes huge casualties.

Looking at the burnt black bodies or distorted faces, the soldiers squatting in the trenches gritted their teeth, and their wide eyes were filled with hatred and anger.

They no longer care whether they can go back alive.

They just want to avenge those dead comrades and return all the pain to those Willant people.

Not just the soldiers on the front line, but also the officers standing behind them.

Facing an intermittent radio station, Maitar, the captain of the 30,000-strong Borneo Army, squatting in the shell-proof hole, felt as painful as bleeding.

In just one hour.

He has filled three thousand-man teams towards the front line, and they haven't even seen the shadow of the Weilant people!

This is simply exchanging the lives of his brothers for the cannonballs of the Weirant people!

Fortunately, the Vaillants' cannonballs are not unlimited, and the burning rain of fire seems to be the final madness.

After most of the flames and smoke dissipated, a thousand-man team belonging to the Southern Army was quickly pushed to the front line.

The height and build of those soldiers were roughly the same, and everything from the military uniforms to the distortion of their facial muscles were surprisingly the same.

Their weapons are all Ripper rifles, and the bayonets hanging under the muzzles exude a cold light.

Looking at the murderous troops, the Borneo soldiers squatting in the trenches all swallowed their saliva in unison.

Those are Legion clone troopers!

It is said that those guys who are not afraid of death are like hyenas, they can fight to the death with their opponents even if their intestines fall out.

Although I heard from brothers in the alliance, those clones are somewhat disabled and their physical fitness is not high.

However, these Borno soldiers were dumbfounded to find that these disabled guys were stronger than themselves.

At least they have some meat hanging on their bones.

"... Damn, our food and clothing are not as good as these clones." The soldier with the bandage on his head couldn't help but cursed, with envy and anger in his eyes.

The comrade lying next to him grinned and said in a half-joking tone.

"It doesn't matter, my pension has been sent home, and my cub will definitely grow stronger than them in the future."

"I heard that your one is seven and a half pounds?" The old guy on the side interjected, with an expression that had never seen the world, "It's true!"

The soldier grinned, with a little pride on his proud face.

"How can it be false? I weighed it myself! That boy will definitely be taller than me in the future."

The old guy was even more envious and couldn't help but ask.

"What can you eat to give birth to such a big child?"

The soldier glanced at him sideways and said with a smile.

"You old guy is so old that you are about to be buried in the soil. Why are you asking?"

The old man's face froze, he glared at him and said.

"Can I use it for my son?"

That all caused a burst of laughter. Many old people in the team remembered that this guy said that he had no son.

"Don't worry about what you eat, as long as you don't eat dirt, you can grow into a human being."

The LD-47j light machine gun with its broken bracket was mounted in the trench. The machine gunner, who was blinded by one eye, took a deep breath, and then pressed his burnt face against the black **** of the gun.

"Absak said that we don't have to eat dirt anymore, and our descendants don't need it anymore. I hope that **** keeps his word...otherwise, I won't let him go even if I'm a ghost!"

His life was left to that guy.

He has no other demands, he just hopes that the things Absaik promised are not empty words.

Looking at the big-headed soldiers who were making jokes, the centurion on the side scolded them in a low voice.

"Don't interrupt, keep an eye on your front, those big noses are coming!"

"Oh oh oh!" The young man with the rifle in his hand loaded and his head wrapped in a bandage shouted energetically, "Let these dogs come here!"

As someone once said, they had nothing left to lose.

With a sharp whistle, the calm before the storm was completely torn apart.

The centurion marching on one side of the team drew out the saber in his hand and blew the short whistle he held in his mouth.

"Shh——!"

The loud whistle sounded like an arrow, crossing the entire battlefield.

The clone soldiers marching forward in unison, raised their rifles and bayonets almost at the same time, and rushed towards the smoky battlefield under the leadership of the captain.

"Kill!!!"

The shouts of killing shook the heavens and the earth!

The roaring clones charging forward were like jackals taking on human form.

The bayonets pointing straight ahead are their fangs, they are like gnawers who can speak human language!

The centurion who had spit out the short whistle still raised the saber in his hand and roared with his rough voice.

"Charge up!!"

"Use the rifles in your hands, use your bayonets, fists, teeth and nails, everything you can use! Let your prey stop the dirty breathing!"

"You are the bravest warriors! Those weak rats are vulnerable to you——!"

The fanatical roar boosted the morale of all the clones.

For them who were born in the duel arena, the man with the rough voice was their father.

But their father obviously deceived them, and those weak rats were not vulnerable.

The moment they approached 200 meters, the Centurion of Borneo who was lying in the trench also blew the short whistle in his mouth, raised his pistol and fired forward.

"Call me!!!"

Unable to suppress the anger in their hearts, the soldiers kneeling on the edge of the trench pulled the triggers in their hands one after another.

The sound of gunshots resounded across the battlefield, and streaks of orange tracer light flew wildly, outlining the trajectory of the death scythe on the battlefield filled with corpses.

Clone soldiers were constantly being pushed to the ground by machine guns, and among them there were also Wilant captains who fell to the ground and died.

The same goes for the Borneo soldiers lying in the trenches.

The LD-47j machine gun that was missing its bracket has been replaced by two shooters. At this moment, the man operating it has changed from a father of a child to a thirteen-year-old boy.

And the young man with a bandage on his forehead and shouting to come over was shot to the head early and fell to the ground without saying a word.

There is also the man whose son is said to weigh 7 and a half pounds.

The old guy who always quarreled with him never pried out the secret recipe that "can give birth to a big fat boy" from him until his death.

However, he doesn't have to use it anymore.

Soon a hundred-man team was defeated, and then another hundred-man team filled in.

Then there are teams of thousands, or even ten thousand people!

The crooked battle line was like the teeth of a giant beast, draining the flesh and blood of the bodies involved.

The weight of a hundred kilograms should have been the backbone of every family, but when placed on a front line dozens of kilometers wide, it was as light as a feather.

It was not just the Borneos who were bleeding, but also the Werrants who charged towards the land plowed by artillery fire.

Although the clones listed on the logistics list are not included in the establishment of the five 10,000-strong teams, and are not even counted as livestock, and the casualties will not be recorded as casualties, but every ten or twelve clones Among the people's soldiers, there will eventually be a Wilant captain who will charge with them.

In just one morning, the 300,000-strong Southern Army Corps defeated three Bornean troops of 10,000-strong troops guarding the hills on the west bank of Sunrise Lake in one fell swoop, and advanced the front line a full ten kilometers!

Captain Metall was unwilling to retreat, so he personally led the Thousands of Troops directly under his command to seize the rear and cover the retreat of the friendly forces. Unfortunately, he was shot and killed while blocking the assault of the Thousands of Mechs of the Southern Army.

At this point, the 30,000-person regiment of Borneo was completely annihilated!

Nearly all the more than 12,000 soldiers and officers were lost, and no one survived!

The fourth and fifth thousand men also suffered more than half of their casualties and were forced to move to rear positions.

On the other hand, the 300,000th team of the Southern Army had only 300 casualties in total.

After losing a thousand-man armored team, Captain Ryan finally got his wish and regained the lost face on the frontal battlefield.

Even if he paid nearly 20,000 clone cannon fodder and hundreds of thousands of artillery shells for this.

The western part of Ridbull County was completely occupied, and a fist of the Southern Army had already pinched the neck of the old lion in Lion City.

The 310,000 and 320,000 troops are entering the battlefield from the southwest and northwest respectively.

And following them to the front line was an armored train loaded with ammunition and weapons, as well as a 902mm heavy gun that was both intimidating and powerful!

The Alliance's fearless air strikes made the logistics troops of the Southern Army fearful, and they only dared to operate under the airspace dominated by armored airships.

But if they thought that all dangers came from the sky, they would be totally wrong.

In the southeast of "Li County", billowing wolf smoke is running across the endless wilderness.

Under the cover of 62 "Chimera" armored vehicles, an attack formation of 93 "Plank III" heavy tanks was rushing towards the southern front of the legion.

Their target is the 340,000th regiment of the Southern Army.

According to the information collected by Pangolin during its stay in Sailsport, it was a reserve team.

As long as they can penetrate the 340,000th team, they can touch Captain Ryan's anus!

For this upcoming battle, the players of the Skeleton Corps have been looking forward to it for too long.

Especially after seeing how cool the Burning Legion brothers were on the forum, each and every one of them was eager to rub their hands into pieces.

A group of airborne infantry can blow up the armored regiment on the opposite side. If it were professionals like them, how could they beat the **** out of those big noses?

Besides, they are not the only corps that will participate in this battle!

After five days of waiting, the good brothers of the Goblin Corps have returned to the front line on the "Overlord" transport plane, and their cars were driven to the airport outside Tiandu by the pilots of Jingallan Port.

In addition, the Luo Yu brothers who are flying "Thunder" fighter planes will also participate in this battle.

They have no reason to lose!

On the turret of the No. 3 tank, Mole leaned out half of his body, holding the communicator and roaring loudly and energetically.

"Brothers!"

"The 340,000th unit of the Southern Army is only the last twenty kilometers away from us!"

"It's time for them to see what the real torrent of steel looks like!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, excited roars came from the communication channel.

"Ouch!"