This Game is Too Real Chapter 489

   Falcon City.

   The once prosperous streets are now deserted.

  In addition to several main roads leading to the palace and the military camp, the rest of the streets and alleys are full of obstacles and bunkers.

   Several workers worked hard to fix the steel bars made of scrap iron into a triangular pyramid-shaped Juma with rivets. This is the eleventh they have completed today.

The commander of the    Labour Corps told them that it could withstand the Union tanks. However, almost everyone felt that this was a waste of effort.

  If even the river embankment can't stop the tracks of the Alliance tanks, what's the use of this improvised anti-tank refusal?

   They can knock down the houses on both sides of the street and go around. "I heard the town of Bicester fell." A shirtless man wiped his sweat and put his tanned arms on the newly assembled anti-tank refusal horse. The workers next to him looked over after hearing the words, and an old man about forty or fifty years old murmured suspiciously. "True or false," the man said in a determined tone.

   "It's true! Yesterday I was working outside the city, and I saw with my own eyes a team was withdrawing from the direction of Bicester..."

   Whether they care about the progress of the war or not, the residents of Falcon City are no strangers to that fortress-like settlement. Before the Wieland came here, they had never tried to build a fort in the desert. It is precisely for this reason that the Falcon royal family often promotes the fortress standing in the desert, proving that the royal family made a wise decision to join the Legion, proving the advanced construction technology of the Legion, and proving the relationship between the Falcon Kingdom and the Legion. friendship…

   And this is indeed the case. Until half a month ago, Bicester Town played the role of a front-line logistics material hub.

   No one can believe that the mighty fortress fell so easily... "Bicester... even fell there." "The people from the alliance are going to be killed."

   "I heard that the alliance is all wastelanders who drink blood and hair. They were born in a poor and barbaric abandoned land... The spirit of the sand sea is above, God knows what those barbarians will ruin your Majesty's palace when they come."

  The crowd chatted in whispers.

   asked nervously by a boy whose face was tanned in wax red. "Army, what about Legion?" Those tall Willantes still made him feel safe.

   I heard on the radio that reinforcements from the west are coming soon. As long as they persist, the alliance will soon be overwhelmed by tens of thousands of tanks.

   However, the adults seem not to believe those words at all. The dark-skinned man shook his head.

   "The Willantes are rearranging their three-tiered defenses, but I don't think it's enough...they haven't withdrawn from Oasis 3 yet.

half. I think this battle is almost over.

   Hearing this sentence, the old man beside him was frightened and quickly covered his mouth. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, be careful the patrolling guards overheard" a hooded resident stared at him angrily. "Rumour! It must be a rumor!" This sentence was quickly echoed. "That's right! His Majesty is a chosen warrior, how could he possibly lose!"

   The dark-skinned man also seemed to realize his blunder, and quickly corrected himself. "I said it was over, but I didn't say I lost... I mean that the alliance will be over soon, and in the end, of course, the wise and divine majesty won."...

   Yet even the most devout believer does not believe this statement.

   At this moment, the patrolling guards were coming from a distance, and everyone quickly stopped talking and returned to their posts to continue their work.

   "...I said it's still necessary to patrol? This city feels like there are not many people left." The guard with the rifle yawned and glanced at the laborers who were working hard.

   These days are definitely the most peaceful days in Falcon City. No thieves. No robbers. Not even pedestrians.

   From 12 years old to 46-year-old males, everyone who can handle a gun is sent to the military camp or to the labor camp.

   Apart from the court of His Majesty the King, I am afraid that there are not many idle people in the entire Falcon City.

   "Patrols are not for catching criminals, but for finding fish that slip through the net." The slightly older guard glanced at the alley at the corner and was about to go in.

   Just then, a piercing alarm sounded in the distance. "Grass! Air raid?!"

   It wasn't just him who changed his face madly. The workers who built bunkers on the street also dropped their tools and ran into the alleys on the street to look for bunkers.

   I heard that the Alliance's planes are very tricky, like sparrows, and the Willant's radar "can't catch" at all, and soon after the air raid siren sounded, the bombs would fall.

   But this time it was a little unusual.

   After waiting for a long time, there was no explosion. Didn't even see the plane. Feeling a little abnormal, the older guard couldn't help frowning. Just when he was thinking about it, a piece of white paper suddenly floated in the air. "what is that"

   The young guard stretched out his hand curiously, caught a falling piece of paper, and glanced at it. And it doesn't matter.

   That line of text almost made him stop breathing.

  [Warning to the Royal Family of the Falcon King! We will carry out strategic bombing on the Falcon City Palace, Barracks and other facilities on the last day of this week. Surrender is the only way out for you, and you will only end up with self-destruction if you resist stubbornly.]

  【Attachment 1: Please leave the fighting area for the residents of the city. If you cannot leave, please stay at home to avoid accidental injury by stray bullets and explosive fragments. 】

  【Attach 2: Legion and Falcon Kingdom soldiers, officers and other combat units should go to the alliance station to surrender with this flyer

   is free from captivity. 】

   [Attached 3: (Air Raid Emergency Evacuation Guide), (Safety Zone Location)] The alliance...has already called here. Why was it never mentioned in the broadcast?

   There was a trace of panic in his eyes, and he looked up at the older officer, only to see that the officer was staring at the flyer in his hand, and hurriedly threw it away as if electrocuted.

   "Report, sir, I definitely don't have that, that—" "Shut up."

  The older guard glanced left and right, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he walked over and picked up the flyer dropped by the young man.

"We have to collect them and destroy them... You are in charge of that side," he pointed to the side alley, "Go." The young guard was relieved, nodded tremblingly, and trotted quickly towards the alley went.

  The elderly guard glanced at the flyer in his hand, and his eyes stayed on the map with the safe area drawn, and he memorized its location. Then he folded the flyer into a thumb size and stuffed it into his boots. …

   It is a felony to hide leaflets dropped by enemy troops. But he did it anyway.

Although his superiors have been repeatedly brainwashing them, the army of the Falcon Kingdom has been advancing all the way under the leadership of Prince William. .

  The soldiers who came back from the east were all terrified, and their pupils were blurry, so they didn't look like a victor.

   Not far from him, the dark-skinned laborer and the old man in his forties and fifties also carefully hid the flyers.

  The two looked at each other, tacit understanding of each other. Even if it's not for yourself. Also for the defenseless family.

   Amid the screeching air-raid sirens, a similar scene played out all over the city at the same time, the palace of the Falcon royal family.

   Unlike the chaos and commotion on the street, it is unusually quiet here.

   On the splendid throne, the aging Mongoth king stared blankly at the neatly handwritten list in his hand.

   This is the list sent by the temporary court, which records the next batch of people to be executed.

  When the war is going well, there are often only one or two names on it, but when the war begins to take a turn for the worse, sometimes there is even a situation where a piece of paper is not enough.

   Inside these executed people.

   Some are spies, some are deserters, and some are traitors who question the royal family's decision, or simply dissidents who are pushed in by political enemies.

   King Montgoth knew very well that many people on the list in his hand must have been wronged, but he had no time to deal with those boring questions.

   casually signed the list, and he impatiently threw it to the captain of the guard next to him. "Send it to the Earl of Cromway."

  The Earl of Cromway is the President of the Provisional Court appointed by him, and his powers are above the military courts and the general courts,

   specializes in complex handling of those traitors.

"Yes.

   The captain of the guard bowed and saluted solemnly, and took the list with both hands. Menggot suddenly noticed that the hands that were stretched out in front of him were shaking slightly.

  He looked up at the officer of the guard, his dry lips slowly opened and closed, and he called out the man's name. "Myrdal."

   The captain of the guard trembled his shoulders and said in a low voice. "What's wrong... Your Majesty." "You're scared." "I, no."

   Looking at the confidant who knelt down with a plop, Meng Goth's cloudy eyes suddenly wrote love, and he put his right hand on his shoulder and patted it lightly.

   "Don't worry, the Willantes promised me...and that General Griffin himself made a promise that he would bring us victory.

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   is not just a promise from General Griffin.

   His son William was also an excellent marshal.

   He has been preparing for this war for more than ten years, for the future of his clan, in order to fulfill the long-cherished wish of his ancestors... He holds a full hand of cards, and there is no reason to lose.

  Myrdal lowered his head, his Adam's apple moved, he wanted to say something but didn't dare, a bitter smile appeared on his face blocked by the shadow.

   He knew very well.

   His Majesty has gone crazy. Not even just your majesty... everyone here is crazy. Including himself. "Yes..." Myrdal said respectfully. …

   At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the palace, and an officer trotted in, knelt on one knee on the ground, and reported the report at a fast rate.

   "Report to Your Majesty! The Alliance dropped flyers in our city! They announced on the flyers that they would attack on the last day of the week--"

  "How could an Allied plane fly to us!"

   King Mongoth interrupted him with a voice that could not be doubted, and then said lightly. "Bring it to me." "Yes"

  The officer took two steps forward in panic, and handed the crumpled leaflet in his hand to the captain of the guard, who handed it over to King Mungot.

   Menggot, who took the flyer, just glanced at it lightly, hummed his nose, and sneered at the corner of his mouth.

   "...Extremely arrogant."

   After saying that, he smashed the flyer into a ball and threw it out.

   Two months ago, William had written him that the fertile capital of the Lion Kingdom was still under their siege. Even if there is a slight loss in the battle situation on the front line, the war will not have reached the capital.

   "The city defense chief suggested that you take refuge in the underground palace..." Seeing that His Majesty was indifferent, the officer sweated profusely and tried to persuade him to take refuge in the air defense bunker.

   However, before his voice could fall, he was interrupted mercilessly. "This king is not going anywhere."

   Looking down at the officer kneeling on the ground, Menggot clenched his fists, and a trace of madness flashed in his turbid pupils. "I'd like to see how the alliance's planes can surpass the thousands of troops under the king's command!" Bicester Fortress.

   Looking at the row of corpses hanging under the telephone pole, the Elf King Fugui's expression was a little complicated, and it took a long time to sigh with emotion.

   "These people are cruel enough to deal with their own people." Irena said with a subtle expression. "That's quite normal."

   Even the Willands are not necessarily Griffin's "own people", let alone these squires whose status is not much higher than that of Cannonball.

  The short-lived victory masked a series of inequality problems, and the conquest of the honey badger kingdom and the lion kingdom allowed those slaves to briefly regain their self-confidence.

   And when the victory could not last, all the hidden contradictions gushed out like pus under the acne. The kingdom has gone mad... from king to commoners. Fortunately, this is the last madness.

  The east gate of Bicester Fortress, trucks are driving in, and a large number of building materials are sent here through Oasis No. 3.

   By order of the administrator.

   They want to reinforce the town of Bicester, completely transform this fortress as a supply hub into an offensive fortress, and deploy at least 100 155mm artillery on a 5-kilometer-wide front to bring the border of the Falcon Kingdom into the artillery range.

   Not only that, but large and small engineering equipment imported from Ideal City was also sent here, including excavators and road rollers.

  According to the alliance, not only will a road from Oasis No. 3 to Bicester be built, but also an airport will be built on the east side of this offensive fortress.

   Entrance to the barracks.

With a pleasing smile on his face,    Widelir walked over to Mole and respectfully handed out the notebook in his hand.

   "Sir, this is what you want."

The    notebook records the movements of each army passing through here in detail, including numbers, personnel, supplies, and whereabouts. …

   This is what he spent all morning racking his brains to sort out.

   Mole glanced at it briefly, and made a brief summary with the information he had collected from Widelier's adjutant.

Compared.

   After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he nodded. "Good job, you're free." Widelier stood still.

   Mole raised his eyebrows at him. "Didn't you understand what I said?" Widelier quickly explained. "No, no, my lord... The little one just wanted to stay and work for you."

   "Work for me" Mole looked at the guy curiously, wondering which play he was singing. Seeing the questioning gaze of the corps commander, Widelier nodded quickly and said righteously, "Yes, my lord! The Willantes took our king hostage, controlled our country, and committed crimes in this desert. The crime that people and gods are angry with... Although I am not talented, I am willing to stand on the side of justice and conscience and contribute to the alliance.”

   He is not stupid.

  The Falcon Kingdom is over.

   A baron like him who is not good enough, has no blood relatives who can help in other kingdoms, and he is a death wherever he goes, so it is better to eat with the alliance.

   didn't like this opportunistic guy very much. Mole didn't want to agree, but after thinking about it, it would be nice to have an obedient local guide beside him.

  Although the next mission of the Skeleton Corps has been mainly diverted and feinted, the Alliance will not occupy Oasis No. 2 out of strategic considerations, but Bicester Fort, the nail on the belly of Oasis No. 2, will always remain. When the battle is over, there might be a lot of refugees passing by Oasis No. 2... Thinking of this, he nodded. "Okay, then you can keep it.

   Widelier was overjoyed when he heard this. If he hadn't figured out that this eccentric adult doesn't like others kneeling, he would have liked to kneel on the spot to thank him for his re-creation.

   The adjutant standing beside him didn't have the vision he had, so he fell to his knees without thinking. "The little one is also willing to follow in the footsteps of the alliance and serve the alliance and the administrators..." "Get up," Mole said with a black line on his head, "don't kneel at every turn, we don't do this." Before the adjutant came back to his senses, Widelier, who was standing beside him, quickly kicked his ass. "Did you hear me? Let you get up." This kick has the taste of writing official revenge for private revenge.

   He didn't forget that these dogs took off his clothes and used them as white flags. "Yes Yes!"

   The adjutant had a look of grievance, and said that I didn't learn this from you, but after all, he didn't dare to shake his heart out, and quickly got up.

   Completely brought in a new identity, Widelier did not consider himself an outsider at all, and asked Mole diligently.

   "My lord, when are we going to teach those big noses a lesson, I've long seen them disliked," Mole said impatiently.

"We naturally have our plans. If you can't wait, take a gun and shoot them." Hearing this, the enthusiasm above Widelier was like being poured into a bucket of cold water, and he hehe embarrassingly Smile, keep your mouth shut...

  While Widelir wanted to get down on his knees and lick the soles of his shoes, the Mole didn't fully trust the pompous fellow. …

   After reporting the news to the manager, he assigned the licking dog the status of a foreman and threw it to Bicester

   Work on the construction site east of town.

no way. It looks so disgusting every day.

   Although he wished that his opponents were all this kind of weaklings, he really deserved more respect for a warrior like Rachel. Unlike Mole's dislike, Widelier was very satisfied with this new job, even to the point of being moved.

   When the captain of the labor force, it is better to go to the front line and be the cannon. It appears that the Alliance is indeed treating captives as kindly as rumored. Too bad he's not Marshal William.

  Otherwise, he must surrender with the entire army of the Falcon Kingdom and end this foolish and futureless war as soon as possible. Entering the third day of the construction team.

   Watching another group of trucks pass the checkpoint not far away, the adjutant standing next to Widelier muttered. "Is the alliance going to stay here forever?"

   In the past few days, trucks have been driving in, and planes have landed one after another. The unloaded materials are enough for several thousand teams.

   But the army of the Alliance continued to move forward.

Before   , everyone in the labor team was guessing that the alliance was going to take the legion by surprise, but the result was completely different.

   Widelier was also confused.

   But he is an honest and responsible person, and he knows that it is best not to worry about things he should not know.

   kicked the adjutant's butt, and he cursed in a low voice. "Young Master, look around, hurry up to work!" The adjutant immediately closed his mouth, glared at the guy fiercely, didn't dare to say anything, and dug a hole honestly.

   It wasn't just Widelier and his "workers" who were baffled by the Alliance's actions. There is also General Griffin, the commander-in-chief of the legion in Luoxia Province.

   stared at the map on the table with a frown, a trace of obvious confusion written on his face. As he expected, the Alliance took Bicester Fortress.

   However, what he couldn't understand was that the Alliance Armored Forces that had knocked on the door of Oasis No. 2 did not move forward as he had imagined, but stopped in place.

   Not only that, according to the report of the front-line reconnaissance force, a large number of trucks and engineering equipment were brought into the town of Bicester, which seems to be strengthening the local infrastructure.

   This made Griffin even more confused.

   Having reassembled his forces, he was ready to fight the Alliance to the death, and even he himself was ready to die generously.

   However, the alliance that had been in a blitzkrieg a few days ago suddenly stopped fighting. It made him feel like he had nowhere to go.

   What are these guys trying to do?

  "...According to the front-line reconnaissance force, planes have often landed near Bicester Town recently." Standing beside the command table, the staff officer who knew nothing about Griffin's plan said in a deep voice.

"Killer Whale"

   "Not only... There are also quite a few propeller planes." Griffin frowned. "Is there an airport in Bicester?" Could it be that the recently repaired propeller planes don't have high requirements for the airport, but didn't they change the runway on the Heart of Steel?

  Why build another airport on the front line…

   This sudden cautiousness always gave him an ominous premonition, especially the information that a large number of planes landed near Bicester town made him more concerned. …

  Although he didn't care what kind of means he used in the Alliance, he just had to complete "that plan" before the end of the month, but the ominous premonition in his heart still lingered. Just then, the messenger trotted in from outside.

   "Report! There is news from the Royal Capital that the Alliance has dropped flyers over the Royal Capital, announcing that they will carry out strategic bombing on Falcon City on the last day of the week!" The last day of the week.

   is the day after tomorrow

   Griffin suddenly thought of something, his pupils contracted slightly, he glanced at the map suddenly, and then quickly looked at the staff officer beside him.

   "Which troop is the closest to Falcon City?" The staff officer was stunned and replied immediately.

   "The Falcon Kingdom's 20,000-strong team retreated to rest... They are about two days away from the capital. For the decisive battle with the Alliance.

   They have concentrated all their troops on the border line of Oasis No. 2, and the only remaining troops behind are the crippled squires.

   Griffin's heart tightened and he ordered quickly.

   "Let them go to Falcon City immediately! Be sure to arrive within two days!" Going to Falcon City? The officers standing around were stunned.

   From the front line to Falcon City, there are three or four hundred kilometers to say the least.

   They knew that the Alliance's airborne troops were very strong, and General Soft of the 40,000th Army was planted in the hands of the "Burning Corps".

   But it's not like using airborne troops for siege.

  The city defense army and the royal guards stationed in Falcon City add up to five or six thousand people, and they are also protected by river banks.

  To conquer such a fortress...how many planes would it take?

   Not to mention, with the "logistical self-sustainability" of paratroopers, fighting in a place hundreds of kilometers away from reinforcements and supply lines, what is the difference between that and dying?

   However, seeing the gloomy expression on Griffin's face, the staff officer standing by the side did not dare to ask any more questions, and could only stand at attention.

"Yes"

   looked away from the staff officer, Griffin looked at the map again, his fists slowly clenched and loosened, his face changed with uncertainty.

The    Alliance built temporary airfields on the front line, and assembled a large number of aircraft from the rear... This is obviously not to bomb targets within ten kilometers.

   This is almost a clear card

   He didn't understand why the Alliance chose not to choose the best option, but decided to take the most risky plan, but from

The experience accumulated by the    army over the years told him that when the other party makes unexpected actions uncharacteristically, he must be alert that the other party may have information that he should not have.

   "...the royal capital."

   Chewed the word over and over, and muttered softly in Griffin's mouth, who was staring at the map. "What the **** do you want to do." At the same time. Desert on the southeast side of Oasis 2.

  The Heart of Steel, which sailed for hundreds of kilometers in no man's land, finally emerged from the howling wind and yellow sand.

   Inside the bridge.

   General McClane was staring at the man in the power armor with a livid face, with hatred flashing in his eyes, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

   He did not expect that he would one day return to this airship in this form. This reminded him of that shameful memory...

  Finold, who was standing in the corner, dared not look at him, so he had to find a crack in the ground to distract himself. Fortunately, General McClen has no self at all, and his eyes are completely the figure of that man. "What did you bring me here for?" Finally, unable to hold back his hatred, McLen said through gritted teeth. Not caring about his hateful eyes at all, Chu Guang replied in a relaxed tone. "I invite you to watch the finale."

   "End" McClen was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "Isn't it too early to talk big?" Looking at his calm face, Chu Guang laughed and teased. "Be happy, you'll be reunited with your old friend in no time." "The Legion will not surrender." McClane stared at him sternly. "Never."

"Is it"

  Chu Guang smiled lightly, but did not respond to his feeble struggle, and cast his eyes out of the floor-to-ceiling window. The green outline gradually emerged behind the misty yellow sand, and was imprinted on the looming horizon in the distance.

  From the bone-biting chaos that swept the valley, to the flames burning above the sunset... The day of reckoning has finally come. After this battle, the alliance will usher in a lasting peace.

   As a dedicated and loving planner, he had to take some time to think about the new version. But before that.

   "It's time to end this war."

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