This Game is Too Real Chapter 493

Chapter 493 Disposal of Booty

"...On behalf of the Falcon Royal Family, I hereby declare that the Falcon Kingdom's Army and Air Forces will surrender to the Alliance, the Enterprise Expeditionary Force, and the belligerent countries such as the Lion, Honey Badger, Golden Lizard, and Hump from now on."

"From the date of the signing of the surrender agreement, all the combat units of the Falcon royal family should be loyal to them. They should immediately abandon their current positions and go to the alliance or enterprise army station to hand in their weapons and ammunition. The alliance and enterprise promise to ensure the safety of your life."

"Also inform the subjects that the kingdom declares war on the kingdoms of Luoxia Province because of the sharp drop in the grace given by the spirit of the sand sea, and the expenditure on the garrison, the royal family and the industry remains high, and the situation is forced by the situation. It wasn't my intention..."

"...I hope you all understand what I mean."

in a hologram.

King Mungoth, wearing a crown and a robe, sat in the office of the castle and read the surrender edict facing the camera.

And just five minutes ago, he had signed a formal written surrender agreement and handed it over to the Alliance's Burning Legion stationed in the castle.

This holographic image will broadcast the entire territory of the Falcon Kingdom in the form of audio, and send it to the various departments of the Falcon Kingdom Army through the command system.

It is foreseeable that the players stationed in Bicester Town are busy.

Finally read the surrender edict in his hand to the end, Mongot paused and looked at the holographic image projected in front.

The man in the image is the manager of the alliance.

The man was younger than he had imagined, and it was completely different from the portraits his clerk had collected from the honey badger kingdom.

Especially those eyes, as deep as the stars above.

Although he can't see much sharpness and sharpness, the dark pupils have a kind of breathtaking penetrating power, making him dare not look at them - as if just staying on those pupils for one more second, the secret in his heart will be lost. All will be stolen.

"Do you think it needs to be changed?" King Mungot said with the attitude of a courtier.

Chu Guang was quite satisfied with his surrender edict, especially since he put important things first and left nonsense behind.

Regarding the Falcon Kingdom, he has already made arrangements in his heart, but there is no need to tell him at this time.

In order to thwart Griffin's crazy plan, the second thing he has to do now is to disarm the front-line troops!

Looking at the drooping old man on the holographic screen, he said succinctly.

"No, this is it."

Meng Ge nodded slightly, sighed in his heart, and after saying goodbye, he disappeared from the holographic screen.

Looking at the old man who disappeared from the screen, Chu Guang turned his attention to Xiao Qi sitting on the pen holder.

"Have you got the communication interface?"

The Legion not only helped the Falcon Kingdom establish a relatively modern command system, but also provided a full range of information technology services to the Falcon Kingdom.

After all, it has inherited some military technologies from the pre-war era. The Legion still has a set of skills in the fields of information security and cryptography, and even colleges and enterprises will find it difficult.

Not to mention a general-purpose assistant AI like Xiaoqi.

To make a vivid but inappropriate metaphor, the information warfare defense capability of the legion is 4, and the offensive capability has probably degraded to 3 over time.

The number of companies is about 3 and 4, and the number of academies that both the legion and the company are concerned about are about 5 and 2.

As for the sanctuary with full defense points, it is about 6 and 0.5~1.

This was determined by a number of historical reasons including budget.

As for the kingdoms of Luoxia Province, according to various indications, the only thing they inherited from the pre-war civilization was the "river bank", and even this only inherited thing was endowed with religious significance because it could not be explained. .

Unless the Falcon Kingdom, like the Lion Kingdom, does not use radio at all for long-distance communication, but uses flying pigeons to pass books or fast horses, otherwise, with the information technology strength and encryption level of the feudal kingdom, this war will not need to be fought for so long.

Even an "attack power" of 0.5 cannot be resisted by the "primitive civilization" before the prosperous era.

If there is no information encryption service provided by the Legion, Xiaoqi can paralyze the communication system of the Falcon Kingdom just like crushing the network in the real world.

But this is no longer necessary now.

The army of the Alliance has directly obtained the "key" to open the door from the hands of the Falcon Kingdom in a physical sense, and the signal repeater has been installed on the top of the tower of the castle.

"...The interface has been confirmed, and the signal is in good condition! Master, do you want to send the video just now to the Falcon Kingdom headquarters?"

"Well," Chu Guang nodded approvingly, looking at Xiao Qi's glittering eyes, "Not just the headquarters, but all combat units at all levels will send a copy as much as possible...if it can be done."

Xiaoqi playfully pressed his right fist to his chest.

"receive!"

The broadcast of surrender was first broadcast in Falcon City.

is repeated over and over again through horns and speakers throughout the city.

After hearing the words of surrender from the king they were loyal to, the guards in the castle who were desperately resisting finally gave up their last illusions, and walked out from the attic of the utility room and under the stove in the kitchen with their hands raised in dismay.

certainly.

Not everyone can calmly accept this ending.

"Long live His Majesty the King!"

The muscles of 's face were twisted with madness, and a guard pulled out the pull tab of the last grenade, which was blown to pieces with a bang.

Others said nothing, shoved the barrel of the gun in their mouth, closed their eyes and pulled the trigger...choosing to die as a soldier.

But no matter what, it can't change the fact that they have been defeated.

It's all over.

Long before their Majesty surrendered, their kingdom had lost…

The captured rifles were thrown in the hall of the palace, and the ammunition was kept separately in the utility room. The guards with their heads in their hands lined up to walk out of the castle under the surveillance of the Union soldiers.

A soldier stopped in front of Myrdal, looked at the officer with a bandage on his face, hesitated and gave a military salute.

"Sir, where do we… go next."

Myrdal looked at him with mixed emotions.

"Go and stay with your family."

The soldier was stunned for a moment, standing in a daze until his comrades came over and pulled him aside.

The unshaven man muttered and patted his shoulder.

"Come on...to my place."

Looking at the two people who were walking away, Myrdal suddenly remembered at this moment that he seemed to have a little impression of that young man... He enlisted in the army to replace his brother, and his brother was to replace his father before.

That young man has no home to go back to.

Myrdal closed his eyes in pain, and faced the long queue for a long time without saying a word.

the other side.

Standing at the entrance of the dungeon, Old Six in the corner walked up to Old Bai.

"The members of the royal family are already in control, and the nobles who are attached to the royal family... Should they continue to stay in the dungeon? Or should they go back to their rooms to sleep?"

Lao Bai thought about it and said.

"Let them spend the night in the dungeon and hand them over to the NPC who takes over here."

Old Six in the corner made an OK gesture.

"Oak."

Before the airship flew over the castle, they needed to stand guard for a while for the NPCs of the First Corps.

This is easy for players.

Take turns offline and take a rest and that's it.

In addition to controlling the entire castle, Gu Feng also sent a centenary team to quit smoking, and asked him to take the herald appointed by Montgomer and the deputy of the city defense chief Bofu to the south gate of Falcon City to relieve the city defense. Defense of the army and militia.

A dozen anti-aircraft guns were also deployed on the embankment.

Before the airship came here, they needed to centrally destroy the anti-aircraft guns that had not been blown up.

On the way to the south gate of the river embankment, the centurion led by quit smoking happened to meet the militia troops who rushed to the castle to support.

These people include old people, children, and even women. The Wuyangyang Bailai people only have about 20 guns, and the other dozens of people even carry pitchforks and flails for threshing.

It can be seen that they do not want to come.

Otherwise, the ten-kilometer road wouldn't have taken so long.

There was no need for the centurion called "Quit Smoking", and Bofu's adjutant immediately trotted forward, waving his hands and shouting at those people.

"The war is over! Drop your weapons and you can go home!"

No one moved.

Finally, an old man in his fifties squeezed out of the crowd, stared at the adjutant and asked.

"Do you mean what you say? We lay down our weapons... Your Majesty... Won't we hang us?"

The adjutant shouted in disbelief.

"Don't worry! No! Your Majesty has surrendered!"

After confirming that their king had surrendered and that the broadcast just now was not a lie fabricated by the enemy, these militiamen seemed relieved one by one, dropped their weapons and farm implements in relief, and disappeared in a hurry. on the street.

At this time, a laborer with a shovel emerged from the alley.

He was followed by a group of ragged people who had been with him for a long time since the soldiers of the Alliance left the castle.

Looking at the official who seemed to have some status, the dark-skinned man shouted.

"What about us? Do we... do we need to continue repairing that horse-rejection?"

The adjutant said with tears in his eyes.

"No...don't waste your time, you all go home too."

The castle has been knocked down, what's the use of repairing these things?

These people are really, they have no vision at all...

When they heard that they could go home, everyone's eyes filled with tears, and they burst into tears with excitement. Some even threw their shovels down and cheered.

"Long Live the Alliance!"

Unfortunately, just as the sentence was spoken, the emotional guy was dragged away by his companions covering his mouth.

The war is over.

But the city hasn't changed its name yet.

It was still the king who sat in the castle.

No one knows what the future will be like…

at the same time.

East Front of Oasis 2.

When he heard the news of King Mungot's surrender, Prince William, who was sitting in the tent, was stunned for ten minutes.

finally recovered from the surprise, he stretched out his trembling index finger and pinched it between his eyebrows, and after a long time he looked at the guard standing in front of him.

"...play it again."

"Yes!"

The guard nodded nervously, turned on the hologram device he held in his arms, and played the hologram from Falcon City again.

in pale blue light particles.

The aged old king said in a gentle voice.

William stared at the old man in the hologram, trying to find a flaw in his expression, his voice, and even the tiny pixel light particles.

Unfortunately, he didn't find it until the last second of the image.

no doubt.

That man was his father—

Mongoth Falcon!

The supreme king of the Falcon Kingdom.

William closed his eyes in pain, and his brows were full of sadness and struggle.

Looking at the prince who clenched his fists, the guard standing in front of him lowered his head and asked seriously.

"Your Highness, what should we... do?"

If Prince William refuses to recognize His Majesty's decree of surrender, he will stand with the prince and correct the old king's mistakes.

The border of Oasis 2 is still in their hands.

Behind them is the Legion.

As long as Prince William is still willing to fight, they cannot lose!

William was silent for a long time without speaking, the fists on his knees clenched and loosened, and finally the unwillingness, surprise and anger all turned into a long sigh.

"Mikalit."

"Yes." The guard said solemnly.

William paused and continued.

"...I never thought Falcon City would fall into the hands of the Alliance."

"We fought valiantly for Griffin, for Triumph City, and for their marshals, but what they promised us... actually never came true."

The guard stared blankly at His Highness, and had vaguely guessed something from the look on his forehead.

William did not look at the young guard.

He just suddenly remembered the words that the arrogant officer announced to him unilaterally outside the city of abundance.

When the war was not going well, the Willantes let them charge, and when they needed to retreat, the Willantes left them mercilessly and asked them to break.

seems to have always been the case.

The same is true tonight. Until the surrender edict was sent to him, he didn't know that the capital behind him had been occupied by the people of the alliance.

The Falcon Kingdom has killed at least tens of thousands of young people because of the war, and there are countless people who have escaped from this kingdom...

And those Wieland never thought of them as "their own."

He could **** the throne from his father and declare the truce void. The army in his hands is loyal to the royal family, but more loyal to him as the marshal of the kingdom.

He can lead his subordinates to continue fighting, and fight with alliances and enterprises to the end...

But he knew.

Even if you do, the ending will not change.

If the Wieland never thought of them as their own, all promises are just self-deceiving lies…

They can never wait for reinforcements from Triumph City.

Even if you wait, everything will be useless.

"Order the entire army to immediately pull out the camp and set off...leave the weapons and ammunition in place, turn off the radio, and go to the town of Bicester to surrender."

Hearing the voice of His Royal Highness, the guard shook his shoulders slightly and looked at him in surprise, but in the end he lowered his head heavily.

"Yes!"

It was not only Prince William and the Falcon Kingdom Army who received the edict of surrender, but also the Legion Command, which had the highest command on the front line.

Every move of the Servant Nation's army is under their surveillance, so it is naturally impossible to ignore such a big news.

stared blankly towards the south and stopped for half a minute when Griffin suddenly yelled angrily.

"These disgraceful traitors! Dogs who have more than enough success!"

Not loyal at all!

slammed his right fist on the command table. He stared at the map spread out on the table, bloodshot in his pupils.

What he was most worried about happened.

The Alliance's plan from the very beginning was to directly occupy Falcon City, not just a simple strategic bombing.

But he never thought that the Falcon City, with more than 5,000 defenders, would be captured by the Alliance's airborne troops with a mere less than 1,000 people.

What he didn't expect was that the old man who respected him so decisively chose to surrender...

The officers standing in front of the command table also had heavy expressions on their faces.

Including the militias and city defense troops mobilized to the front line, there are currently a total of 80,000 troops on the border of No. 2 Oasis, responsible for the defense line 120 kilometers wide and 30 kilometers deep.

These eight 10,000-strong teams once defected.

The defense line they finally built will become riddled with holes in an instant.

Unless they spread the remaining 50,000 men into those vacant defensive positions...but that would only make things worse.

The staff officer couldn't help but sneak a glance at General Griffin and lowered his voice to remind.

"If the Alliance's armored forces start now, we will soon be divided and surrounded by them..."

"You don't need to remind me." Griffin cut him off coldly.

The staff officer's expression froze slightly.

Several officers standing at the command table looked at each other, and finally looked at the adjutant who was closest to Griffin.

The supplies at the rear are about to arrive.

But professional intuition told them that even if it was delivered, it would be useless.

Their servant nations have declared their surrender, and from now on they must face the survivors of the entire desert alone, as well as the expedition from the east.

It wasn't just the supply of ammunition that was a problem.

Now even the supply of bread, beef, eggs and milk has been cut off, and without the rear supply delivery, even if the Alliance does nothing, they won't be able to last long.

Unless they turn their guns and take the Falcon Kingdom down...which is obviously impossible. Occupying a kingdom is much harder than coercing a kingdom, and they simply can't find the extra manpower to rebuild a puppet, let alone the army of the Alliance staring at them.

Whatever Griffin thinks.

They don't want to fight anymore...

Under the pressure of the eyes of his colleagues, the adjutant bit his head and looked at Griffin and said in a low voice.

"General... what should we do?"

Griffin was silent for a long, long time.

Finally, under the expectant gaze of everyone, he spoke slowly.

"Transfer to a military base 100 kilometers away... Our reinforcements are coming soon." Glancing at the officers standing at the command table, Griffin said word by word, "There is no surrender in my dictionary, as long as I'm still standing here...don't even think about it."

He was ready to go to hell.

For Triumph City.

For His Majesty the Marshal.

For invincible glory.

The moment he heard the words he said, his eyes instantly turned into disappointment.

even despair.

They didn't know the plan in Griffin's mind, and they weren't ready to be buried with him.

The atmosphere of silence spreads in front of the command table.

Feeling the pressure of those eyes, the adjutant lowered his head helplessly, gritted his teeth and said.

"Yes…"

The next morning.

A strange scene appeared on the border of Oasis 2.

On the heavily guarded position, a large group of people from Wuyang and Wuyang left the position and walked towards the desert empty-handed.

Another group of people also left the trenches, but retreated in the opposite direction.

The two sides seemed to have made an appointment, and no one interfered with the other.

"Mom... Those Willands don't want to fight, do they?"

The elf king Fugui, who was standing on top of the tank turret, raised his binoculars, glanced into the distance, and suddenly smacked his tongue.

A group of prisoners walked to the west gate of Bicester Town, and the commander who led the team was handing over the officer who was assigned by the Alliance to surrender.

He looked around and didn't see the Willante's big nose.

I didn't see the Battlefield guy either.

"No one can go against the trend of history...Look back." Looking at the crowd of moving heads in front of him, Mole squinted his eyes and pretended to say something he didn't understand very well.

At this time, Mengxin, who was leaning against the tank, suddenly sighed.

"If this is a one-shot... it will take a lot of heads."

Mole rolled his eyes.

"Then your number is gone, remember to sell the silver coins in the account first."

The price of silver coins has not been fixed.

In particular, there have been several auctions before. Although I don't know what the auctions were, they were all worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

Although Mengxin probably doesn't have much money in his pocket, it's no problem to change one or two thousand yuan.

That Mengxin was stunned.

"Ah, this... is it even a trading account with a BAN?"

The Mole looked at him strangely.

"This is a beta test game... The helmet was given by lottery, so it wouldn't be unreasonable even if the beta test qualification was withdrawn."

That Mengxin was dumbfounded.

"Hey! But isn't this punishment too severe?"

jumped off the turret, and the elf king Fugui patted the buddy on the shoulder with a smile.

"That's not right. In this game, every NPC is set to die, that is, the data will be deleted. Don't say that the dog is planning to mess with you. If he doesn't mess with you, we have to mess with you."

"That's right," Irena nodded and said with a subtle expression, "...Keep playing, the settlement of the expansion will be postponed."

"The collective score of the corps will also be deducted."

"I might miss the 'Wave' event at the end of the year."

"Hi...that's not possible!"

Seeing that everyone looked at him with a bad look, Mengxin hurriedly waved his hand with a smile.

"I'll just say hi... I definitely can't fool you guys!"

He just thought about it.

The keys of the tank are all in the commander's hand, and those leaders in the teens and twenties will not accompany him to make a fool of himself.

Not to mention, the silver coins in his account are worth thousands of dollars.

The Mole gave this cute one a meaningful look, but didn't say anything.

But then again.

If a certain player suddenly sells all equipment and consigns all silver coins one day, as long as the dog planner is not a pig, he will definitely know what he plans to do.

Although he didn't dare to try it, he couldn't help but be curious.

Will Dog Planning use permissions because he suspects a player is going to cause trouble?

I will still fish and enforce the law...

It's a pity that because of the existence of the BAN mechanism, even if there are those who slip through the net without caring about the game experience of others, they will disappear from the forum because their account is locked.

There is no way to know whether it is there or not.

The afternoon sun shines on the streets of Falcon City.

For most of the residents of Falcon City, the sun today is exceptionally bright. This war, provoked by the ambition and stupidity of a few, is finally over.

Many people left the city with rattan baskets on their backs early in the morning, planning to go to the unattended fields outside to turn over some potatoes or ears of wheat and go home to cook porridge to eat.

They haven't seen the sun in the suburbs for a long time.

Since the promulgation of the Wartime Act and the Mobilization Regulations, civilians without titles have to clear customs documents before they can leave the city.

Worried that someone would drag their family and escape to other oases, or hide in the forest to avoid military service, those nobles would rather starve them to death in the city than allow them to go out of the city to make a living.

Thank goodness.

This is finally over.

No matter what the future holds, everyone is free.

Of course, not all people who go out of the city are because of hunger, and more people are mainly to avoid the chaos caused by the war.

As the militia, the city defense army, and the palace guards were disbanded one after another, the security environment in the city quickly deteriorated.

There is no shortage of people who take advantage of the fire at any time.

Not to mention that in a group of old, weak, sick and disabled, anyone with a little strength can dominate the king. At this time, if you bring a rifle home from the battlefield, you can become a "general" who dominates several streets. .

, coupled with the veterans who were sent home, made it even more unsettling.

However, the chaotic situation did not last long.

Maybe it's because they can't stand the robbers who take advantage of the fire and bully men and women. The Union soldiers who were the victors didn't even watch the jokes.

instead shot.

They did two things.

The first thing was to convene representatives of various industries in the city to set up a "citizen self-government committee", to select a group of young men from the retired militia, and to distribute the weapons seized from the guards and the city defense to them. .

The second thing is to punish those robbers who took advantage of the fire and even commit crimes in the street by means of thunder, and hand them over to the newly established "Citizens' Self-Government Committee" for disposal.

Inside the palace of the castle.

Several men with bruised noses and faces were kneeling on the ground, their hands and feet tied with ropes.

Not far from them, stood several old people, women and children, who were also brought here as victims and witnesses.

Standing with all the players of the Burning Corps were representatives of the Citizen Self-Government Council, some of them were tailors, some were masons, and some butchers who sold pork, some of whom were still holding "Ripper" rifles.

It can be seen that this is the first time they are standing in the palace, and everyone's expressions are very cautious, even apprehensive, not daring to look at the king sitting on the throne.

If the soldiers of the Alliance hadn't asked them to stand here, they would probably have been kneeling on the ground like the prisoners.

Instead of looking at the few people kneeling on the ground, Lao Bai looked at the old king sitting on the throne.

"...In the Union, robbery is a felony, and the maximum sentence can be determined as a looter, who will be deprived of all personal liberties, political power and even human rights, and will work like cattle in the mines until his death."

said, Lao Bai suddenly looked away from the king's face and looked at the representatives of the commoners who had been selected by them.

"How do you guys handle this situation here?"

Several people hesitated, and finally the butcher stood up and said viciously.

"According to the laws of the Falcon Kingdom...they should be beheaded!"

Hearing that he was about to be chopped off, the man kneeling on the ground immediately cried out like a rat whose tail had been stomped on.

"Wait! I'm a noble! I'm a baron conferred by His Majesty the King himself... The criminal law of beheading does not apply to me!"

Lao Bai was not surprised by the man's argument.

Aside from those small fish and shrimps, those who are capable of taking advantage of the fire at this time are generally nobles who are exempted from military service.

Especially the kind of nobles who are not too big or not.

These people refused to explain that it was because of their face, and when they heard that they were going to be cut off, they immediately revealed their noble identities.

All five people turned out to be barons.

The old king looked at them with black lines all over his head.

These people simply lost his face.

Lao Bai shook his head.

"Beheading is bloody... uncivilized."

However, before the people kneeling on the ground were happy, his next sentence made them fall into a bottomless ice cave.

"Change it to hanging."

Hearing that he still could not escape death, the nobles who were kneeling on the ground all looked at the king.

"Your Majesty!"

"Forgive your life, Your Majesty!"

Looking at the nobles who were begging to look at him, the old king sighed, just to remind them that they begged the wrong person.

But there is no way, after all, he is a nobleman he named himself.

He looked at the corps commander and said in a low voice.

"He just... bullied a few civilians, so what?"

It is up to the owner to beat the dog.

No matter how unbearable it is, he is still his subordinate. He has already surrendered. What else do these people want?

And, he didn't know why the league did this.

Is to buy people's hearts?

Or shame yourself?

It's totally unnecessary to "play this play" for himself. What dignity does he have as a king of a defeated country?

but…

That "Citizens Self-Government Committee" always made Mungot feel uneasy in his heart.

Although he grants noble status to commoners who have made military exploits, he has always been wary of distributing power in his hands to people other than nobles.

Especially now, these people are not only entrusted with law enforcement by Union soldiers, but also have guns in their hands.

Due to the majesty of the royal family, these mud legs may not do anything, but it may be difficult to take these guns away from their hands.

Thinking of this, Menggot couldn't help but have a headache.

The temporary riot in the city didn't make him worry too much. This kind of chaos is like a gust of wind, just blow it away.

But what the Alliance is doing makes him feel a little uneasy.

It always feels like they have planted an incredible bomb under their feet...

Lao Bai said with a smile.

"This is an order from the manager, do you have any opinion?"

King Mongoth immediately fell silent when he heard the words, and shook his head after a long time.

"No, please do."

The voice of just fell.

Even without the people from the alliance expressing their position, the citizens surrounding the prisoners immediately pulled the barons who were kneeling on the ground violently, ignoring their cries and dragging them out the door.

Obviously.

They have put up with these guys for a long time, even before today.

That dragging action was not without personal anger in it.

Lao Bai ignored them and acquiesced to their lynching.

Although the manager's style of doing things was quite to his taste, he actually knew in his heart that Chu Guang was not doing this to claim justice.

is just to throw some of the power out of the castle under his feet and distribute it to the citizens who let themselves be mercenaries.

Then the two classes of citizens and feudal nobles will be completely torn apart...

As one of the means to nullify the war potential of the Falcon Kingdom, this is more effective than destroying their industries... Those consumables never throw themselves onto the battlefield.

Hearing the desperate screams and rude curses drifting away from the gate of the palace, King Mungoth closed his eyes with a sigh.

Even if there is 10,000 reluctance in his heart, what can he say?

Even he himself is the trophy of the Alliance.

And everything the Alliance does is just disposing of its own spoils of war...

(The book group has exploded. You can add 2 new groups. Everyone, don't keep discussing dangerous topics. I'll just re-create the group when my group is gone. I feel bad when your account is gone… Hey, the chicken soup that was stewed today was not well cooked. I don't know why the stewed chicken legs are harder than leather shoes. Everything is not going well, it's ten minutes late, sorry!)

(end of this chapter)

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