This Game is Too Real Chapter 708

Chapter 708 A retreat of one hundred kilometers is the bottom line of the ceasefire

The battle at the Kraba Market was over, and the more than a thousand Gray Wolf Army soldiers put down their weapons and left the bunker with their heads in their hands.

They were ashen-faced and depressed. Most of them had wounds that had not yet healed, and there was no light in their gray eyes.

If they lost to the alliance, they would feel better, but looking at the militiamen who couldn't even make up a complete set of clothes, all they had left was shame.

These militiamen drove them from the north to the east of the Klaba Market, and stood in a long line at the entrance of the market.

The survivors watching from a distance saw this scene, and all of them had a look of disbelief written on their faces.

"... His Majesty's army actually lost."

"That's the invincible gray wolf..."

"And even lost to the Moon Clan."

In fact, it is not just the Moon Clan people.

It's just that the slaves in Lowell's camp are mainly Moon Clan people, so this militia team is naturally mainly Moon Clan people.

The devout believer stared straight at the direction of the Kraba market, muttering to himself.

"The sacred cow carrying the sun is on the top."

This time the sky may really change...

Looking at the militiamen approaching, Commander Satish's face was ashen. After several struggles, he finally handed over the gun in his hand.

The radio station has been seized, even if he continues to resist, it doesn't make any sense.

However, what he didn't expect was that after the bare-armed man took his gun, he took off the magazine and threw the gun back to him.

"Run east."

Satish froze.

"Varied-"

He was about to ask what he meant, but the man fired a shot at the front of his boot without saying a word, and the bouncing stones and dust startled him.

'Are you crazy? ! '

Satish stared at him with wide-eyed eyes, asking silently, but saw that the man in front of him didn't seem to be joking, he could only walk backwards in threes and twos, and then started trotting.

He ran from the center of the market to the east, and no one stopped him on the way, until he saw the group of disarmed prisoners crowded at the east entrance of the market.

What the **** are they going to do? !

Satish's heart was full of fear, and compared to the fate of being captured, it was obviously more terrifying to be uncertain about what was about to happen.

A group of "gray wolves" standing at the east gate of the market also looked at him dumbfounded, apparently not expecting to be reunited with the chief after being captured.

The confusion of the group of people did not last long. A man carrying an LD-47 rifle walked up to them, pointed the gun at the sky without saying a word and pulled the trigger.

"Tud-chug-!"

The captives crowded at the gate of the market were like frightened birds. They were all startled by the sudden burst of gunfire, and they instinctively backed away. The survivors who hid in the distance to watch the excitement were also taken aback, and hid back home one after another.

The man looked at the group of captives with a smirk, as if he was teasing a group of frightened sheep, and pointed the rifle with an empty magazine at them, making a "chug" sound with his mouth and faltering.

Looking at the terrified crowd who kept retreating, he knocked out the empty clips neatly and replaced them with new ones, and then reloaded with a click.

It is self-evident what that action means—

This time it's a real guy!

There was no need for him to say a word at all, the panicked captives turned their heads and fled with their backs facing the direction of the Kraba market.

Bullets whizzed past their heads, and the running captives didn't even have time to think about it, and didn't even have time to see if the people around them fell down. flee.

At the same time, Laxi, who was standing in the center of the Kelaba market, contacted Fang Chang, who was far away in the temporary headquarters of the port, through the headset hanging on his ear.

"According to your instructions, those captives are fleeing through the east gate to the outside of the settlement. I sent a centurion to follow them."

There was an echo soon on the communication channel.

"...Received, well done, I need you to take the rest of the people to the north of the settlement to stand by, and our troops will support your attack there."

Although there is a slight deviation in the plan, it is not without remedy.

Confiscated the weapons of those captives, let them continue to run.

The big deal is to wait until they run back to the position and grab it again.

Lacy said cleanly.

"yes."

Although the information showed that there was an entire team of ten thousand people waiting there, he didn't have any fear or timidity in his heart.

Having already experienced two battles, he knows who is invincible, not the Gray Wolf Army, nor himself, but the "iron men" standing behind him.

As long as those iron men are standing behind him, there is nothing to fear...

After the communication was over, he immediately called a group of commanders under his command and ordered them to take their subordinates and head towards the north of the settlement as planned.

The alliance provided them with not only various light weapons and ammunition, but also communication equipment distributed to the ten-man team.

It is precisely because of this that although their improvised stragglers are still unfamiliar with combat experience, the communication barriers between command levels at all levels have basically been broken through, and the informationization rate is even higher than that of gray soldiers who are only sent to the Centuries by radio. The wolf army is even higher.

Even if the order is sometimes not clear enough, it is just a matter of shouting twice.

At least there will be no situation where the centurion cannot find his ten-man team, and the thousand-man commander does not know where his centurion is.

Just this one plug-in, their start is already much better than many guerrillas, not to mention the automatic weapons shipped from the port...

At the same time when the First Avengers Corps withdrew from the Kraba Market, a head was hiding behind a window on the second floor of a three-story private house located south of the center of the market, eyes looking nervously through the gaps in the curtains. look outside.

Seeing that the group of thugs occupying the market were evacuating, Prince Dilip slowly breathed a sigh of relief, unaware that his back was drenched in cold sweat.

It seems that the God of the Sun is still taking care of him.

Although he unfortunately lost the battle, fortunately, these stupid traitors did not search the entire market, but went to other places in a hurry.

Not only that, the cowardly Commander Satish did not confess himself, allowing his existence to be concealed.

Maybe…

He can take advantage of those people to leave, and sneak away without anyone noticing.

The alliance and those puppet soldiers don't even know that they have been here…

Prince Dilip cautiously left the window, and was about to discuss the matter with the rest of the guards in the room who were holding their breaths.

However, before he could speak, he heard a flattering voice from downstairs.

"Yes sir, here it is..."

North of Port Cam Gallon.

In a front-line position less than one kilometer away from the city, in an observation post covered with a camouflage net, Manu, the chief of the Wanfu, was holding a telescope and staring solemnly at the direction of the city in the distance.

The shelling of the settlement had stopped, and they had wasted nearly 500 precious shells in order to cover the retreat of that idiot. However, there was no movement at all in that quiet urban area, and he didn't even see half a person.

The adjutant standing beside him looked at him nervously.

"Is nothing wrong with Prince Dilip?"

Manu smiled coldly and remained silent.

It would be great if this is the case.

In contrast, he felt more sorry for the more than 5,000 siblings of the same race. They were all brave young men, and even if they had to die, they should die on something meaningful.

Hope they can come out more...

At this moment, figures suddenly appeared in the early morning mist. They ran forward in a panic, and there seemed to be gunshots chasing after them.

Manu's pupils shrank, and he moved closer subconsciously, and quickly adjusted the magnification of the telescope with his index finger to look farther away.

"It's our people!"

There was a trace of surprise on his face, but he soon became alert again.

No!

has a problem!

Too many people broke out!

Hundreds of possibilities quickly flashed through his mind, but no matter what the possibility was, he couldn't imagine the alliance launching a counterattack towards their position with less than a thousand troops.

That's too magical!

The "Iron Fist" bazooka provided to them by the Legion can penetrate even power armor!

Combined with some field artillery hidden in the position and the leveled 100mm howitzer and machine gun firepower, even in the face of the attack of armored forces, he has the confidence to stop it.

But even though he didn't believe it ten thousand times in his heart, he still made the worst plan, grabbed the walkie-talkie on the radio station and shouted.

"Attention all ministries! Prepare to fight!"

The roar calling for battle echoed in the radio stations, and the piercing alarm bells also sounded on the positions more than ten kilometers wide.

The battle order was issued from the Thousands to the Hundreds, and the soldiers hiding in the artillery holes rushed into the trenches in groups of ten.

The heads with steel helmets on them were like mines buried in earth pits, with shining bayonets hidden beside them.

However, the problem is also here.

The trenches are dug too deep!

And the depth is not just a certain section, but every place close to the front line on the entire ten-kilometer-wide front line. Only a few slopes blasted by artillery can reach the outside.

But even that is reluctant.

Before, these trenches were only used as bunkers to limit the damage of the artillery, and no one thought that the people of the Alliance might come out of King Gallon Port.

It is precisely because of this that no one cares about this trivial problem at all, and is even quite satisfied with this trench that came for nothing.

Now, almost the imperial soldiers on the entire front are facing an embarrassing problem—

Even if they jumped up, they couldn't see the people outside the trench, let alone aim their rifles at the target and fire.

Those machine guns and field artillery were not affected, and most of their bunkers were dug out by engineers themselves.

But it is precisely because of this that their positions covered with camouflage nets are all under the focus of the alliance's support firepower.

Almost at the same time when the defeated army escaped from the settlement, the sound of breaking through the air passed over the heads of the gray wolves in the trench.

Deafening roar resounded through the position, and the raging shrapnel was like a violent storm, engulfing several positions with flashing gun flames in an instant.

Looking at the artillery fire ahead, the defeated soldiers who escaped from the city looked desperate, while the militiamen chasing after them were boosted in morale.

They seem to have seen the despair burning in that flame!

What they used to fear turned out to be such a vulnerable thing!

Lacy felt as if a fire was burning in his chest, just like when he reached out to catch the pistol thrown at the crowd.

That is the flame of ambition!

The chance to become famous is at hand!

He will become a new myth, and not just in the eyes of the Moon Clan.

Those "iron men" have even paved all the roads for him, and all he has to do now is to rush up—

He will defeat the so-called invincible gray wolf!

"Follow me! Skin them! Tell those **** who should be in the cage!"

He roared at the top of his voice, his eyes were bloodshot with excitement, and he raised the LD-47 rifle in his hand and shot straight ahead.

Looks like he's on steroids.

Under the command of that roar, nearly 20,000 militiamen with white gauze wrapped around their arms charged towards the position outside King Gallon Port.

"kill!!"

The sound of shouting and killing shook the heavens and the earth, mixed with the noisy gunshots and cannons.

At the edge of the settlement, the [props leader] lying in the "King Crab" all-terrain infantry armor looked at the artillery roaring in the distance, and couldn't help but have a hint of envy written on his face.

"Mom, let's make a big one anytime."

The [corner sixth child] replied.

"It may be difficult to gather so many players."

The prop belt master smiled.

"You don't necessarily need a player."

The sixth child in the corner stared at him in a daze.

"You don't want to die?"

The two of them were chatting for a while, when Brother Fang's voice came from the communication channel.

"...What are you still dawdling about? Our friendly troops have already gone up, and they need the cover of armored units now, so hurry up!"

The two of them immediately became serious when they heard the words, and said in unison.

"yes!"

At the same time as the temporary command issued the combat order, the coalition troops scattered on the north side of the settlement also launched an attack.

Five armored "King Crabs" galloped towards the position of the Gray Wolf Army with full horsepower, firing while advancing, two 20mm machine guns roared out thick and long tracers, and the positions of machine guns and field artillery were called one by one , every time the fire is fired is a bloodbath.

Not only the "King Crab", but also the alliance soldiers advancing with the "King Crab". Whether it is mobility, firepower or protection, they are more than an order of magnitude stronger than the gray wolf army that uses the eliminated equipment of the Legion.

Not to mention the soldiers themselves.

Everyone standing here is more than two awakened!

The gray wolves buried in the trenches could only watch their own firepower points being disintegrated one by one without infantry cover. The rifles in their hands were like fire sticks and could not even pose a threat to the charging crowd.

Some people struggled to climb out of the trench and tried to counterattack with the Iron Fist rocket launcher, but the distance of nearly two hundred meters was obviously beyond the effective range of this thing.

Occasionally, one or two rockets shot out from the side of the trench. I didn't see what was hit, but the person carrying the rocket launcher received special care.

The bullets fired pressed the gray wolf soldiers who tried to climb out of the bunker to fight back to the ground, and the continuous pouring of artillery fire made the rear support firepower unable to lift their heads.

Standing in the observation post, Manuwanfu's eyes were red, half angry and half frightened.

The armor of the alliance is terrifying, but there are only five of them!

As long as those charging cannon fodder can be stopped, it is impossible to break through his position with the alliance's force of less than a thousand people!

However, what made him sweat anxiously was that the soldiers on the distant position seemed to have their knees sawed off, and one or two of them buried their heads in the trenches and could not come out.

Finally couldn't stand it anymore, he grabbed the walkie-talkie on the radio and shouted at the commander who was directing the battle on the front line.

"What are your people doing! The herd of animals is almost rushing to your face, and they are still huddled in the trenches, shoot me!"

The sound of cannon fire and gunshots came along the radio, and there was a tremor in the commander's voice.

"Sir... My soldiers reported that it wasn't that they didn't want to fire, but that the trenches were so deep that they couldn't see outside."

Hearing this sentence, Manu almost spit out a mouthful of old blood on the radio, and cursed.

"Why the **** didn't you say it earlier?!"

It's too late to say anything now.

The gunfire has stopped.

The cannon fodder who rushed out of the city chased the broken soldiers who had protruded from the encirclement, and had already rushed to the frontline position under his command.

A fierce exchange of fire broke out between the two sides at first, but as a few grenades exploded in the trenches, the gray wolf soldiers who couldn't even poke their heads out quickly gave up the meaningless struggle, and under the shouting and yelling of the cannon fodder Next, he threw the useless fire stick out of the trench.

The cheers of victory resounded on the battlefield, but it was a pity that they were the cheers of the enemy.

The collapsed defense line was like an avalanche, and the trenches were like fallen dominoes, captured by the overwhelming cannon fodder.

Manu's eyes were wide open, his eyes were tearing apart, his lips were as white as paper, and his hands holding the binoculars wanted to crush the lens barrel.

He saw it with his own eyes.

Those prides of the empire were pointed at their heads with a gun, and they walked out of the trenches in batches with their heads in their hands in disgrace.

Shame…

What a shame!

His subordinates are being captured by the establishment!

And it was still being foddered by a group of newly formed cannon fodder troops!

Since the establishment of the Gray Wolf Army, there has never been such an outrageous thing!

Seeing that the general situation was over and there was no possibility of a comeback, Manu closed his eyes in despair.

At this time, his adjutant hurried into the observation post, panting out of breath.

"My lord, the soldiers of the alliance have rushed up! If we don't leave, it will be too late, let's retreat!"

Manu opened his eyes, and the cloudy pupils no longer had the vigor of the past, as if he had suddenly aged several decades.

"Let's go." Looking at the anxious adjutant, he said in a trembling voice.

The adjutant froze for a moment.

"Then you—"

Before he could ask, his respected officer had already pulled out his gun, pointed it at his chin, and responded with action.

"boom-!"

Red, white, pasted on the camouflage net covering the observation post, and the glory he had achieved in the past forty years.

Although you won't die if you lose a battle, you won't die if you are captured.

But he has no face to continue living...

The battle outside the Jin Gallon settlement is completely over.

During the period, the gray wolf army in the rear tried to launch several counterattacks, and even dispatched their only motorized troops and modified vehicles, but in front of the alliance's mechanized troops, the rags were not even toys.

Strength players equipped with power armor or exoskeleton can even carry a 37mm "heavy cavalry gun" and shoot from a standing position.

In this sense, although they do not have the size and defense of tanks, they are no different from ordinary infantry combat vehicles.

The "Chimera" wheeled infantry vehicle of the Skeleton Corps has a barrel diameter of only 37mm, and the ammunition is even the same.

After throwing down nearly a thousand corpses, the troops rushing to the front line for reinforcements were forced to withdraw back in embarrassment, and a strange scene appeared on the battlefield—tens of thousands of people were chased away by less than a thousand people , It wasn't until the support artillery bombarded by the Yongliu River that the latter stopped chasing.

The artillery position at the port made a round of smoke screens towards the captured frontline positions, covering the 3rd and 400th troops who had entered the enemy's hinterland and the militia troops led by Lassi withdrew to the settlements in batches.

And meet them.

It turned out to be the cheers of the local survivors.

"Fuck...Are we fighting in Dawn City or King Gallon Port?!" Milu Mengxin had a surprised expression on his face, especially when he took a bouquet of flowers from a girl in a long skirt Sometimes, he even almost subconsciously took out the money.

The survivors living in the suburbs are mostly poor people who have no clothes to wear, and at least they are middle- and upper-class citizens who can have a piece of clean clothes.

In other words, the survivors who cheered their triumphant return were not only the poor people in the suburbs who had received money, but even the citizens ran over consciously.

In normal times, they would never leave their living area at will.

Aside from the bouquets presented, there are also flower crowns and garlands, and even more exciting hugs and sudden kisses, but the players were embarrassed.

People of different classes here seem to have completely different levels of conservatism. Seeing those iron men seem embarrassed to refuse, some passionate girls are becoming more and more bold, and even take advantage of the short few seconds of flowers and hugs to leave a message in their ears. address of...

But towards those militiamen with white gauze wrapped around their arms, they seemed much more reserved. Maybe it's because they are too familiar, maybe it's because of faith or some bad rumors, although they are also very enthusiastic, they just sprinkle flower petals on them.

Lassi, who was walking in the militia, didn't care the slightest about the "preferentiality" of the survivors in the settlement.

When it comes to "Iron Man Worship", none of the survivors who greeted him can compare with him. After all, he knows better than anyone how this victory came about and who gave him his power.

The same goes for the other militiamen. On the contrary, some people who have been slaves for a long time are flattered by the petals thrown at them.

They clearly remembered how much these people looked down on them before, but now the eyes looking at them clearly expressed fear and reverence.

This spiritual pleasure is simply better than any other enjoyment.

Many people have not finished the road ahead, and they are already looking forward to the next battle...

In order to enjoy the support and cheers of the people for a while longer, and to share the joy of victory with his subordinates more, Lassi deliberately ordered his subordinates to walk slowly.

But for the nearly 10,000 captives who were caught in the team, this undoubtedly prolongs the torture and suffering.

People throw at them not petals, but saliva, mud and even sharp stones.

Their hands and feet were tied with a rope, and they couldn't dodge at all, and they couldn't even raise their arms to block them. They could only let the messy things hit their faces and chests.

Some fell to the ground, staggered with a group of nine people, and were then roughly dragged up by the militiamen who were escorting them.

Numbness, humiliation and despair are engraved on every face.

Especially when the survivors threw stones and mud on them, their hearts were not only angry, but more incomprehensible and bewildered.

Why are these people doing this to them.

They are obviously following His Majesty's order to save them...

If you don't become a good person, do you have to be a dog of the alliance?

In the temporary port headquarters.

Looking down at the good brothers who greeted and cheered through the drone, most of the old players have expressions of envy, jealousy and hatred on their faces.

Good guy!

They commanded and dispatched for a long time, and they forced these guys to finish pretending.

Knowing that the dishes on the other side will be served, they put on their equipment and served together!

Staring at the screen in silence for a long time, Lao Bai suddenly couldn't help but said.

"Don't these people have any sense of shame?"

Fang Chang said concisely.

"They don't have the concept of a country. Like most survivor settlements in the wasteland, the concept that is too advanced for the people here is not only 'equality', but also many other things. This so-called empire is actually more like A slightly bigger Brown Farm with a little more people."

After all, this is not any country or region in reality. Using real-world experience to analyze is like using "watermelons are round, and bananas and watermelons are both fruits" to deduce "bananas are also round".

According to the public settings of the official website forum, long before entering the era of prosperity, the planet has lost its traditional borders and realized the union of civilizations.

Rather than saying that this is an empire that imitated the legion to promote racism, it is better to say that this is a theocracy empire that borrowed an outdated textbook from the Prosperous Era as a Bible, and borrowed some theory from the Willant people.

Obviously, the masters here are a group of "smart" guys. They collected the original texts of "Animal World", improved and packaged them, and then gave birth to a set of four different theories such as "Thousands of Races and Thousands of Gods".

In name, thousands of gods protect the province of Borneo, but in fact, all the totem poles are tied with iron chains. It is not an "animal world" that has sheltered the Borneo province for two hundred years, but a naturally existing mountain range and a desert left over from the war, and there may be some strange gadgets left by the first-generation survivors.

According to Ms. Han's research, the Sun-carrying Ox is not always the head of the gods. Before that, it seems to be a moon **** similar to the Yinyue Goddess in the Luoxia Provincial Pantheon. And this is also the most direct reason why the Yue people suddenly fell from the top of the pyramid and became "untouchables".

Under such a premise, it is unrealistic to expect the survivors of King Gallen Port to be as loyal to the emperor as the survivors of Aurora City. They themselves are a group of tamed sheep. Fang Chang knew from the first time he saw Lacy that these people only wagged their tails at those who seemed stronger and bared their teeth at those who seemed weaker.

Not to mention the shelling of the urban area by the Gray Wolf Army to cover the retreat of friendly troops, which completely pushed the local survivors to the opposite side.

Now those captured dogs are stripped of their equipment, expecting the locals to look good on them, that's what the big-horned deer is like.

Old Bai shook his head.

Not wanting to think about such a complicated issue, he went straight to the point.

"The reinforcements from Tiandu have been defeated, and the three phases of the battle plan have been completed. What's next?"

This battle was really meaningless, especially when he saw from the drone that the people from the opposite division were being chased away by their two companies.

In the valley province, the raiders are more than they can fight.

Fang Chang said in a gentle tone.

"One accident is not enough, but three consecutive surprises, I think, is enough to wake up the arrogant earth emperor... If he doesn't want to lose all the elites in his hand on an impossible gamble. "

Winning this battle can be described as hearty.

It even exceeded his expectations.

Except for the 1,241 people killed in the battle, nearly 10,000 people surrendered, and the 10,000th team of the Gray Wolf Army was captured by the establishment!

Some people were even captured twice in one day, once in the Keraba market inside the settlement, and again in the positions outside the settlement.

In addition to the captured personnel, there were also weapons, ammunition and supplies left on the position, all of which were moved back by the militiamen of the Avengers First Corps.

Those who could not be moved were also set on fire.

After this battle, the Gray Wolf Army has completely lost the ability to continue to attack King Gallon Port. And the lifeblood of that Wu Tuo Xilan was also held in their hands.

As for the prince named Dilip, it is actually a lucky draw.

"Don't have another accident at that time." Lao Bai joked in a relaxed tone, "Those guys have never played their cards according to the routine."

Fang Chang said with a confident smile.

"Impossible. It can be seen that Wu Tuo is a layman in all fields, but only one field is his specialty. And now, this failure is no longer a crisis in the military and diplomatic fields for him, but a matter of The governance problem of royal authority."

Perhaps it would be a good idea to take advantage of this opportunity to go upstream along the Yongliu River and enter the sky in one fell swoop. The empire might disintegrate because of this.

But he had to seriously consider the manager's advice—don't take the initiative to escalate the situation.

Once the empire falls apart and the Borneo province becomes a situation of tribal melee, not only the legion will take the opportunity to expand its influence in the area, but some dirty things will also take advantage of the chaos. And if the mess cannot be cleaned up in the end, the alliance will also lose the favor of some neutral forces.

This is obviously not worth the candle.

The emperor may be ignorant, but they, the "vassals" of the managers, must not be ignorant.

Besides, even if they have the ability to penetrate the empire, they still have to consider the eyeing legions, the ongoing "cohesion conference" in the distance, and the torch that is brewing a world-class threat.

Just when the topic of chatter changed from the whole battle itself to post-war reconstruction and whether to hold the Survivor Daily here, the radio station of the headquarters suddenly received an unfamiliar telegram.

Fang Chang took the telegram and glanced at it hastily, then handed it to Lao Bai with a smile.

"See what I said?"

He reached out and took the telegram. Before Lao Bai read the content on it, he caught a glimpse of the title at the beginning and almost laughed out loud.

"Notification of Ceasefire from the Empire to the Alliance"

"That Wu Tuo really wants to save face."

Fang Chang received the telegram indifferently.

"It doesn't matter. Delineating the ceasefire line is the key point. King Gallon Port and its surrounding areas are already under our actual control."

"As for the apology and compensation, we can talk about it slowly. Anyway, it doesn't matter if we can't reach an agreement. It's just convenient for us to support local forces and rebuild."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the NPC correspondent who sent the telegram and gave instructions.