This Game is Too Real Chapter 465

  In order to avoid affecting morale, the news of the injury of the pangolins was not made public in the legion. Today's broadcast is also the first time that the glorious record of the G53-7 defense area was not reported, but trivial matters that were not related to the frontline battle were broadcast.

  G40 position.

   At the door of the anti-gun hole, there is a cauldron. Fragrant foam floats from the broth in the pot, and sliced ​​bread sits on a shelf next to it. The clone troopers lined up under the leadership of the ten commander, and the cook with the spoon shouted impatiently.

"Next."

  Clone troopers are mostly not very smart and have a brain.

   Absolute obedience is one of their virtues, but on the other hand, if no one commands them, they do nothing.

  If the chef doesn't tell them it's time to roll, they'll just wait in front of the pot.

   A spoonful of broth, half a sausage and a piece of hard bran bread that can crack open a can is a simple meal for the clone group.

   Occasionally broths and sausages are swapped for stews or cans, but the iconic bran bread rarely changes.

The kind of bread that needs to be dipped in soup to soften, even a mouse has to have two front teeth broken. At critical moments, it is not only bulletproof, but can also be stuffed into a sack as a cover, or directly replace the blunt force to attack the enemy. .

   Next to the cauldron where the soup was boiled stood a two-person high wooden pole with a horn tied with iron wire, which was broadcasting today's headline news from the Triumph.

  Although newspapers are also sent to the front line, the supply trucks don't come every day, so if you want to know the latest news, you can only go through the broadcast next to the mobile kitchen.

   Received his own lunch, Daniel sat on the small stool under the loudspeaker, and picked up another small stool as a dining table.

   Most of the officers born in the aborigines of the Falcon Kingdom are not very particular, but he is a Willant, and he is also a centurion. Naturally, he will not squat in the trenches to eat like those big soldiers.

   At this time, his adjutant Peterson came over, picked up a bench and sat opposite him, took out a small bottle of wine and placed it on the "table".

  Daniel raised his eyebrows and glanced at the bottle of gin in surprise, a surprise on his face.

   "Good stuff, where did you get it?

   "Some time ago, when the trade route to the north was still open, I bought it from there, and a bottle cost 500 dinars.

   Peterson grinned, unscrewed the bottle cap with a jab, juggled two cups the size of the bottle cap, poured a glass for the officer first, and then poured it for himself.

   "... Those **** old turtles have cut off our business with the Bugra Free State. The front line eats a lot, and it's too hard to get good wine with pure flavor."

  Daniel picked up the cup and took a sip, with an intoxicated expression on his face, and sipped his mouth as if aftertaste.

   "It's not cheap if you can get it, 500 dinars...Two bottles of wine are bought for a slave.

   Not all officers have their own manor. Generally, low-level officers such as ten commanders live on salary, which is only two or three thousand dinars a month. The centurion's salary will be higher, but if he is younger and not a nobleman, he usually does not have much savings.

   Although this amount of money sounds like a lot of money to buy two or three able-bodied slaves for a month of work, in fact it is just enough to maintain a decent life.

  Especially in large cities under the direct control of legions such as Triumph City, there are strict regulations on the working environment and living standards of slaves.

No one cares about them in remote areas such as Luoxia Province, and the nobles' territories and manors are quite different, but if it is in Triumph City, they need to prepare 8 square meters of room for the slaves and guarantee the slaves one day Three meals a day, you can live healthy to be over 50 years old, otherwise you need to pay expensive fines to the local area.

   And once the transaction is completed, the owner cannot release the slave contract unless the slave resists the execution of the order.

   This sounds more like a lifetime employment.

Although    restricted the freedom of life and had a coercive nature, it was still more "civilized" than the practice of shackles slaves in the settlements where most survivors lived.

   And this is one of the few rules set by His Majesty the Marshal himself.

   "Enough for me to drink at the pub on 70th Street in Triumph City for half a month." Peterson grinned.

  Daniel laughed, and there was a hint of fascination in his eyes.

"The pub on 70th Street? It's a good place, you can smell the pine wafting down the street... I used to drink there when I was in cadet school. Damn, I haven't been back in five years. .

"Sometimes I can't help but wonder, what the **** are we here for," Peterson said with a melancholy look, shaking the big bottle capped wine glass, "There is a lot of food here, but the oasis is just as big as the palm of your hand, even feeding it. There are enough people in Triumph City. Not to mention that there is a large desert in the middle... It is not easy for us to go home, let alone the food that needs to be moved.

   "This is not something we should be concerned about." The slightly drunkenness was half sober, and Danielle immediately stopped the topic.

   Peterson also realized his gaffe, and his eyes drifted to the radio speakers, diverting the topic of his hometown and future.

   "...It's really strange that there is no news of 537 today."

   Daniel's mouth curled into a smile.

   "It seems that the barbarians will be afraid too."

  Think about it, they've already lost 3,000 lives in one position, and there's just a centurion made up of squire officers and clones.

   If the commander on the opposite side knew what kind of opponent he had been wrestling with for so long, he would definitely be so angry that his nostrils would bleed.

   There are not many awakened people like "Pangolins", but like the centurions stationed on the G53-7 defense area, they have as many as they want.

   Too bad they don't have enough ammo.

  Otherwise, there is no need to waste time here, the whole army will go forward, and those natives will be trampled underfoot in minutes!

   removed the food on the plate, Daniel returned the plate to the kitchen, and took Peterson to the front line for a tour.

   The front lines are still calm today.

  Although there are not many bullets in the backpacks of the soldiers, the Alliance has been pinned to the 53rd zone, and he is not worried that there will be any problems.

   picked up the binoculars and glanced into the distance. Seeing that there was no trace on the horizon, Daniel planned to return to the anti-gun hole to rest.

   However, at this moment, a towering figure slowly drilled out of the thick cloud layer, like a shining blade hanging in the air without warning.

   Seeing the towering bow and front pod, Daniel was stunned for two seconds, and then a hint of panic was written on his face.

  Heart of Steel!

The    siren sounded at the same time, resounding over the entire position.

  Daniel roared loudly as he rushed towards the anti-gun hole.

   "Enemy airship!"

   "Everyone! Hidden!"

   Almost at the same time as the voice fell, twelve firelights flickered below the clouds, and strings of white smoke drifted aside and merged into the clouds.

   Dragging the orange-yellow tracer, twelve 155mm heavy artillery fell heavily on the position of the G40-1 defense zone like thunder that fell from the sky.

   Apart from the alarm that sounded earlier, there was no sign of the explosion, and the flames of the explosion bloomed on the position like a goddess scattered flowers.

  Because the bombardment came too suddenly, many clone troopers were still leaning on the side to eat, failing to respond as soon as the alarm sounded.

  Unpredictable, more than 30 people died suddenly on the spot, and some were injured by the fragments and shock waves of the explosion, and those who were buried by the upturned dust, half of the 120-strong 100-strong team lost their combat effectiveness.

   Those who survived all had a frightened expression on their faces, looking at the sky in the distance in a panic, and fear was gradually written in their pupils.

"Grass……"

   One of the ten commanders raised his head, his white lips and the hand holding the rifle trembled, his expression was as if he had seen a ghost.

   "Is this a 100mm gun?!"

   "It's definitely not!"

   "I heard! The people from the Alliance modified that airship! The people who came back from the front said that they remade the front gun bay and replaced the gun with a larger caliber--"

Before the    voice could be heard, the second round of artillery bombardment soon fell on the heads of everyone, and the splashing mud and stones almost fed into the mouths of the ten commanders.

   Daniel, who was lucky enough to escape the first round of shelling, was not so lucky this time.

   A shell just landed near the entrance of the anti-gun hole,

   "Boom!"

  The pots and pans of the mobile kitchen were blasted to the sky, the hot soup splashed in all directions, and bone **** and minced meat were scattered all over the floor.

   He almost heard the deafening roar, and the shock wave that spread was like a hammer, hitting his back heavily.

   A stream of blood rushed to his throat, and Daniel coughed violently, but he didn't dare to stop at all.

   He almost followed the rubble and smoke from the explosion and rolled into the anti-gun hole.

"Oh shit!"

   Waiting for the dust to dissipate, Daniel got up from the ground scoldingly, raised his sleeves and wiped the blood from his mouth, his face full of frightened expressions.

   Peterson, who was next to him, was also disgraced. Although he was lucky to survive, he could not see the joy of the rest of his life on his face.

"what's going on."

  Daniel swallowed his **** saliva and replied with a trembling voice.

"I have no idea……"

   Heart of Steel!

  Since the big guy was captured from McClen's hands, this thing has become the main force of the Alliance... But why did the main force of the Alliance appear here?!

   They suffered a loss on the G53 defense line, shouldn't they get up from wherever they fell?

   Why did you just stare at them!

  Although it is only shelling now, Daniel is very clear that shelling is often just a prelude to the attack, and soon the ground forces of the Alliance will follow up and occupy this piece of land that has been ploughed by artillery fire.

  Thinking of this, Daniel's face gradually became ugly.

   Before, their ammunition had been distributed to the 53rd defense area. He didn't understand the situation of the thousand people, but he knew that the centenary in his own hands would not work.

   Those clone troopers can't even get 20 rounds of ammunition in their backpacks, and the entire centurion only has 5 Iron Fist Bazooka!

   He gritted his teeth and looked at Peterson, who was standing beside him.

   "I'm going to the radio to call for reinforcements... You wait here. When their artillery stops, you must hold the rest with the rest!"

   Peterson bit his head.

"Yes!"

   After explaining the order, Daniel quickly walked into the depths of the anti-gun hole, found the only radio station in the entire centurion, put the headphones on his head, and roared loudly.

   "This is Zone G40-1! We're bombarded!"

   "The Alliance is attacking our positions, we need reinforcements—!"

There was no response from the other side of the    communication channel, only a constant busy tone.

  There are only two possibilities-

  Either the other party used some direct or indirect means to interfere with their communication! Or the headquarters also encountered the same situation, and they are overwhelmed at the moment.

   Daniel scolded, threw his earphones on the radio, grabbed the rifle that was leaning on the side, and strode towards the entrance of the anti-gun hole.

   Fortunately, the movement from the artillery on the opposite side was big enough.

   Not to mention the 1000-man corps headquarters 20 kilometers away, even the 10,000-man corps headquarters 100 kilometers away can detect the situation here.

   maintained a one-minute rhythm, the shelling lasted for five minutes, and the Alliance poured at least sixty shells into their positions!

  Daniel quietly waited for the sound of the guns to stop, then brought Peterson with him, lowered his body through the winding tunnel, and moved to the observation port of the anti-gun hole.

   The figure of the Union Army has already appeared in the distance.

  Rolling dust surged from the end of the horizon, Daniel unconsciously clenched the rifle in his hand, his heart raised in his throat.

   He is a well-trained officer. He followed General Griffin all the way to this place.

   Daniel's heart was quickly contemplating how to survive this round of offensive, he at least lasted until the friendly forces in defense zones 41 and 39 came to support him.

  The Heart of Steel is indeed a trouble, but the Air Force can't always land on the ground to occupy a spot. As long as he holds on like a pangolin, the final victory will definitely belong to them——

   However, just when he thought so, his eyes caught a glimpse of a faint outline in the dust that covered the sky.

   It was this discovery that made him stunned on the spot, and no trace of blood could be seen on his pale face.

   Tanks!

   And there are hundreds!

  The thick and long barrel was like a lancer's spear, exuding a cold light under the scorching sun. The desert-colored steel armor is blended with the horizon, blending into the rolling yellow sand, like a steel city wall charging forward!

  Not just tanks—

   Hundreds of armored trucks welded with steel plates followed, and the dust from the tracks rolled in, forming a galloping steel torrent together with the tanks in front.

  Murderous Union soldiers sat in the back of the truck, leaning against their steel helmets with automatic rifles that were far superior to them.

   One more minute at most—

   They will collide head-on with this steel torrent!

   Witnessing everything in front of him, Daniel only felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured over his head, and the cold that penetrated into the bone marrow cooled from his back to the soles of his feet, pinning him firmly to the spot.

   He suddenly realized that the round of shelling just now was just an appetizer.

  The real highlight has just begun...

   "Damn..." Peterson squeezed out a word with trembling lips, "Did they drive all the tanks to us?!"

   In addition to the model he did not recognize, there were about fifty Conqueror Tens and Fives in the torrent of steel.

   He knew very well.

The armor-piercing projectiles fired by   Iron Fist cannot penetrate the armor of the Conqueror No. 10 tank.

   In other words, they have no means of resisting this steel torrent at all, and can only watch the defense line being torn apart by them.

   In fact, this is already happening.

   Hundreds of tanks fired in unison, and another round of flowers bloomed on the regiment's trenches.

   After a round of direct firepower coverage, more than twenty trucks accelerated out of the queue, and under the cover of the roof machine guns, drove directly to the face of the centenarian.

   "Infantry out! Find cover! Quick!"

The first to jump out of the back of the car, Irena charged ahead with an LD-50 submachine gun in her hand, and she slammed into the trench in front of the wheel, sending the clone troopers who were about to get up from the ground away. .

   "Ahhh!"

  The clone soldier hiding behind the sandbag suddenly came out, screamed shrilly, grabbed the rifle with the bayonet inserted and charged towards Irena.

  However, that lame movement, in the eyes of the elf king Fugui, was as slow as a mosquito with its wings plucked. I saw that he took out his shotgun unhurriedly and loaded it, and with a bang, he pushed the clone back behind the sandbag and sent it to meet their marshal.

   Seeing that the soldiers of the Alliance had rushed into the trenches, the ten commanders who were guarding in the trenches let out a long howl, and asked the clone soldiers under them to insert bayonets into their rifles.

   Immediately after, he pulled out the plug of the smoke bomb and pulled up "self-deception" in the trench, ready to do the last stubborn resistance.

   "Tsk, it seems that not many survived..."

   The rich brother who opened his **** vision glanced at the smoky trench, and soon saw the two old sixths hiding in the corner.

   The way he was holding his rifle and waiting for an opportunity, it was obvious that he had no intention of surrendering.

   So he also unceremoniously changed to LD-47, swept a shuttle to the past, and took away the two heads.

   "The artillery and tanks have already finished their work, and all that is left for us is to clean the battlefield." Irena smiled hilariously.

   After all, we had prepared for half a month in advance, and this action was much easier than expected.

The Legion did not expect the Alliance to launch an attack at this point in time, nor did they expect the Alliance to choose this position. Just as they built Position 53 into an iron barrel, the Alliance's armored spearheads had already reached their flanks. A hole was torn in position 40.

   From the Legion's point of view, this is the most unlikely place to be attacked.

   After all, if you choose to attack here, it means that the alliance's supply line will be stretched by at least 200 kilometers.

   Not to mention that every meter of these two hundred kilometers is a flaw, and positions 39 and 41, which form a corner with position 40, will also quickly support.

   Even if the Alliance has completely captured position 40, the reinforcements at positions 39 and 41 will close the dagger in the pocket like a closed pocket.

   It is precisely because of this that they will give priority to the ammunition of position 40 to the attacked position 53.

When   Spring formulated a specific offensive bill, he obviously saw their fearlessness, and took advantage of this decisively, coming to a plan.

The    Legion would not have guessed, and the Alliance, which had already decided to launch an all-out offensive, had no plans to retreat at all. As the striker of this all-out offensive, the Skeleton Corps, who took the lead in attacking Position 40, had no idea of ​​stepping on the brakes at all.

   This steel torrent will move forward, dividing the entire battlefield in two from the middle!

The voice of the regiment commander Mole came from the    communication channel.

   "Clear trenches and bullet holes! Find the regiment's command post! You must have seen the radio and map!"

   "The surrendered prisoners are all concentrated in the anti-gun hole. We will not stay here for too long. The friendly forces of the Lion Kingdom will watch them for us."

   At the same time as the order was issued, the battle in the trenches was basically over.

   These "armored grenadiers" who are fighting on foot are all old players, and a group of new recruits who have been recruited recently are mainly drivers and gunners.

   They don't need much command.

   Just take a moment to familiarize yourself with these familiar pieces of gear.

   charged at the front with a ten-man team, and Irena quickly locked the position of the enemy's frontline command post.

   A bomb crater is printed on the door of the anti-gun hole, and next to it, you can see broken pot racks and lunch boxes, as well as black food residues all over the floor.

   cleared his throat, and he shouted into the cave in a non-standard language.

   "Hey, are there any living people inside? If there are no living people, we will throw the Molotov cocktail."

   There were apparently people in the anti-gun hole.

   Hearing this sentence, the people hiding inside immediately reacted and shouted in panic.

   "Don't! Don't shoot!"

   "We surrender!"

   Seeing that the other party was talking like this, Irena also showed a happy smile on her face, and fired two shots into the sky.

   "Then come out quickly! Don't waste our time, give you ten seconds!"

  Toron is easy to say.

  Captives are worth more than corpses.

   Hearing Lao Na's ultimatum, the two people in the explosion-proof hole immediately ran out of the blast hole. They were pointed at by the players with guns, and they squatted in the corner with their heads in their hands.

   "Good guy, the two centurions are squatting together." Looking at the clothes on the two, the Elf King Fugui smacked his tongue in surprise.

  Irena also said with a smile.

   "It saves us time."

   Less than three minutes.

   The first section of Line 40 has been captured, and the entire 40th Thousand Flank is exposed to the muzzle of the Skeleton Corps!

but---

   Their goal is not there.

   The allies can do the work of cleaning the battlefield and cleaning up the remaining enemies.

   What they have to do now is to move on, join up with the Burning Corps that airborne ahead, and unplug the 40th Thousand Corps frontline command post!

   At the same time as the two centurions surrendered, the tanks of the Skeleton Corps had already moved to the position.

  The hatch on the top of the turret opened, and Mole leaned out halfway, glanced at the fully occupied positions, and gave orders to the squad leaders while holding the walkie-talkie.

   "The prisoners stay where they are, all the infantry get on the cart!"

   "Here is reserved for the friendly forces, we will move on!"

   "Fast action!"

   A uniform answer came from the communication channel,

"receive!"

   Without a trace of muddy water, the armored grenadier who got off the car quickly returned to the truck.

  The skeleton army, armed to the teeth with steel, quickly rejoined the road and continued to advance along the temporary dirt road built by the army.

The    friendly army is about a kilometer behind them and will be here soon.

   These prisoners left behind have lost their ability to resist, and even if they are not tied up, they will not be able to make any waves.

  If you dare to resist, then clean up again.

   Looking at the dust raised behind the steel torrent, a dozen prisoners were thrown down, and their faces were filled with dazed expressions.

   Less than ten minutes before and after.

   They haven't realized what happened, everything has already started.

   Peterson swallowed and said in a trembling voice.

   "…are these people really indigenous?"

   Looking at the direction where the steel torrent was leaving, Janier also had a stunned expression, wondering what those people were going to do.

   However, at this moment, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, and he seemed to understand something vaguely.

   looked away from the silhouette that re-integrated into the horizon, Janier relaxed his tensed shoulders and sighed softly.

"ended."

   Seeing the expression of abandonment on the officer's face, Peterson was slightly stunned.

   "The end is..."

   Janier, who had figured it out thoroughly, his expression instantly relaxed a lot.

   Without looking at his deputy, he said to himself.

   "Nothing... If all goes well, it won't be long before we go home."

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