This Game Is Too Realistic

Wait... Isn't the enthronement ceremony the day after tomorrow? Please let me meet General Gurion... Did you get the time wrong?

Xifan Port Court, in the solemn and solemn courtroom, there are hundreds of people standing sparsely.

Looking at the guests in the jury seat who were temporarily pulled in to make up the number, Akbar had a blank expression at first, and then looked at the Willant standing aside to express his dissatisfaction.

According to the original arrangement, he will be crowned as the undisputed new emperor of Borneo under the witness of his father's veterans.

But now, only a few earls and viscounts witnessed this moment.

Even more than that, there are some people in the jury who are not even nobles, looking at him with foolish excitement, almost writing the words have never seen the world on their faces.

Those guys look like mud legs.

For such an important matter, how can these guys join in the fun.

What kind of words are these!

Regarding the little emperor's dissatisfaction, Pete didn't bother to respond at all, and just said impatiently.

General Gurion has something important to do, so I don't have time to see you. It's going to rain the day after tomorrow, so I moved it earlier.

rain?

What is the reason?

Akbar was dumbfounded, he opened his mouth and was speechless for a while, just staring blankly at the Willant in front of him.

The people sitting in the jury box did not hear the conversation between the two.

Except for those distinguished nobles and knowledgeable elders, the people sitting in the jury seats all had expressions on their faces and whispered to each other with great interest.

This little emperor looks like a king, he really is a talent.

As expected of the emperor's family, that looks so handsome!

Xilan is saved!

Hurry up! Why don't you start yet?

Pete, who was standing in the middle of the court, looked at the time, and was a little impatient waiting, so he glanced at the stunned guy.

Are you still doing it right? We're looking for someone else.

Startled by these words, Akbar, who didn't know the truth or falsehood, hurriedly said.

Dang! I'll... wait, this throne is mine in the first place!

Then hurry up.

As if saying one more sentence would be a waste of time, Pete looked at the judge standing not far away.

The judge had a sullen look on his face, but ultimately said nothing.

That Gurion did it on purpose.

To put this ridiculous monkey show in his court is nothing more than an attempt to humiliate him.

I have to say that that guy's mind is indeed small enough, and his bottom line is not very high, maybe a little higher than the monkeys in this court.

The enthronement ceremony begins.

As when announcing the opening of the court, the judge dropped this sentence in a solemn tone, and then turned and left.

Pete didn't look at him, but just winked at the old Borneo man standing aside.

The Lion Clan man was a court sweeper. They gave him the title of earl casually, and then explained what he was going to do.

Holding the crown made of gold in both hands, the old man stepped forward obediently.

Pairs of eager gazes lit up around him, but he buried his head very low, not daring to meet the prince's gaze.

Your Majesty... Please be crowned. His voice trembled slightly, and he knelt down slowly on the ground.

Akbar didn't recognize the count in front of him, but he couldn't find any fault with this respectful etiquette.

Um.

He responded with his nose, and then he reached out and picked up the gold crown, and solemnly put it on his head.

Except for the Willant people present, everyone knelt down on their knees in an instant, and their foreheads hit the ground.

Whether commoners or nobles.

At this moment, they were all shouting in unison.

Congratulations on your majesty's coronation!

Long live my emperor!

Long live Xilan!

One after another, the sound echoed in the solemn court, like a symphony without a baton.

But Akbar raised his mouth slightly, and the gloom on his face turned into an irrepressible smile at this moment.

It turned out that this was what the father was carrying, and his chest was filled with surging emotions.

It feels like...

It was such a pleasure!

Akbar stretched his hands forward and lifted them up slightly, showing a loving gesture.

All my loves, hurry up and get down!

After practicing in front of the mirror countless times, he finally had a chance to do it in front of everyone!

...

Lie down!!!

On the border between Xifan Port and Niuzhou, boiling flames burned on the scorched earth carved with trenches.

The centurion, who was prostrate on the ground, let out a hoarse roar, calling for his teammates behind him to get down and lie down.

Thirty seconds ago, there was a deafening explosion from the direction of Xifan Port.

By the time everyone reacted, the glaring white light and boiling flames had descended on the position of the Borneo frontier army.

In front of the 902mm heavy artillery, the trench dug by Borneo Army soldiers was like a toothpick, and the earthwork outside the trench was lifted into the sky.

With the end of the first cannon, rows of 100mm artillery also roared.

The flames of the explosion boiled over the position, and the raging shrapnel rained like raindrops, covering the entire depth of the entire defense line.

The shelling lasted a full ten minutes before stopping.

The originally stable position had been bombed to the brim, and more than half of the soldiers crawling in the trenches were also killed or injured, and panic was written on their faces that were still in shock.

They didn't even know what was happening, but they saw the regiment's shells coming suddenly.

Isher, who was hiding in the bomb hole, gritted his teeth, and found the phone that fell on the ground from a pile of messy debris.

The telephone line connected to the front-line radio station was blown up, and he and the front-line centurion could no longer be contacted. Fortunately, the phone line connecting the rear is still intact.

Without hesitation, he sent messengers to the front line to check the situation, and at the same time quickly contacted the rear headquarters and reported the situation on the border.

This is the 111th thousand-man unit of the northwest section of the defense line. We were bombarded from the direction of Xifan Port! Repeat, we were bombarded from the direction of Xifan Port!

After a brief rustle of electricity, the voice of the operator at the rear came immediately.

What's the situation now? Have you seen the troops of the legion?!

The voice of the operator was also flustered, obviously not proficient in business, and the rear command did not expect the current situation at all.

Isher cursed secretly in his heart, and continued to yell into the phone.

The telephone line was blown up, and I can't get in touch with the frontline troops now! Those big noses even used heavy artillery, it must not be as simple as disowning us!

There was the sound of pulling out a chair from the other end of the phone, and the operator said hurriedly.

I see... I will report your situation immediately.

Isher yelled loudly.

This is war! I'm not joking with you, I want you to send reinforcements immediately! Immediately! Damn it, wait for us to collect the corpses when it's late!

On the other side, on the front line of the northwest line of defense.

Originally, the Centuries consisted of 120 people, and they didn't even know how many living people were left.

Finally regaining his shaky consciousness, Centurion Dumut picked up the rifle that had fallen aside.

The smoky soil was roasted hot.

However, he didn't dare to take the risk of getting up from the ground, so he could only grit his teeth and endure the scalding heat that could boil an egg.

...Damn, where is our radio station?! Tell the rear about the situation here!

Although he felt that such a loud movement could be heard as long as he was not deaf, he still yelled at the communication behind him.

The communications soldier was still alive, squatting in the trench and manipulating the radio at the moment.

However, looking at his sweaty face, Dumte's heart sank, and he secretly thought that he was about to suffer.

Sure enough, as he expected, the communications soldier raised his head in despair.

The radio station was blown up!

Oh shit!

Dumut punched the ground hard, stared in the direction of Xifan Port and cursed.

Fortunately, the point of impact was still some distance away from him.

However, even so, he still had a feeling that his internal organs were shaken and dislocated.

Enduring the pain in his stomach, Dumut looked at the mess behind him and shouted loudly.

Everyone is ready to fight! Never let those big noses take another inch of land from us!

His people had been bleeding ever since the Villante came to the land.

Every time he saw the reports in the Daily Survivor and saw the family members who were massacred, a ball of anger simmered in his chest.

Now the Willante wants to move forward and let the man-eating hell spread to the hinterland of Borneo...

No matter how much that Absek appeases, he will never take a step back!

Oh oh oh!!

Fight with those big noses!

What the hell!!

There were bursts of roars from the fragmented battlefield, and it was obvious that he was not the only one thinking so.

Listening to the high-morale response, a smile appeared on Dumut's face.

Very good.

It appears that many of the brothers are still alive.

The expression on his face gradually became serious, and he yelled behind him.

Teams count!

Just as the words fell, voices came from behind one after another.

1!

2!

...!

Report! 1 team saves 5 people!

2 teams save 7 people!

Team 3! We have two left!

...

Dumut silently calculated in his heart that there were still 57 people left in the entire centurion.

If there is a fight, it should be no problem to buy 5 minutes for the rear.

Just as he was thinking this way, a person suddenly came to the edge of a farmland in the distance.

Dumut raised his gun and aimed at the guy, only to find that it was not a Willant.

But the Borneo.

The people in front listen!!

The man stood still on the edge of the field, but continued to shout towards the position at the top of his voice.

General Gurion's troops are going to the Dog State to fight the rebels! If you don't want to die, get out immediately and make way for the legion!

The previous round of shelling was just a warning to you! If you continue to go your own way, don't blame the shells for not having eyes—

Before the man could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a gunshot.

The bullet landed at the man's feet, splashing a cloud of smoke and dust.

The man was startled, staggered and fell to the ground, got up and ran back, not daring to look back.

Gritting his teeth and staring at the dog who was eating inside and out, Dumut roared angrily.

Mother X's son! It's you who should get out!

What a shame!

He wished he could grit his teeth, but he still didn't shoot that figure after all.

His countrymen had shed enough blood.

Maybe that guy was also coerced...

At some point, dark clouds covered the sky, covering all the light, and there was a dull sound from the low clouds.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

Dumut was indifferent, just staring at the field in the distance, aiming with the rifle in his hand.

He had no hope of surviving the battle.

But even if he risked his life, he had to change it before he died!

At this moment, the muffled sound from the clouds was getting closer.

That doesn't seem to be Thunder.

But something else.

Vaguely, Dumut heard exclamations from behind, so he looked up to the sky.

At this moment, his burning pupils were frozen on the spot.

It was a giant whale flying with wings spread, and rows of huge propellers were inlaid on its wings.

The roaring sound came from the propeller, and the huge blades tore apart the clouds.

What is even more shocking is the gun barrels embedded in the towering steel armor.

That guy has more barrels...even more guns than they have.

What the hell... Dumut let out a desperate groan.

What the hell is this? !

There was no time for him to think, flashing tracers flew over from the floating fortress, and split into tens of thousands of bullets in the air.

This round of shelling was much more violent than before, and the sound of the explosion completely covered Dumut's roar.

It's just a moment of effort.

He and his centurion were wiped off the ground together with the positions around them.

The thunder that had been brewing for a long time finally came from the air, and reached Isher who opened his mouth in astonishment.

In an instant, the three centurions under him were wiped out and completely lost contact.

The hand holding the phone trembled, his head turned quickly, but he couldn't think of anything.

It was completely different from when he was in Xifan Port. This time he was not facing a hesitant moron, but a group of bloodthirsty devils.

The disparity in strength between the two sides is too great, and all strategies are meaningless...

There is no chance of winning if you continue to fight, and there is no use other than death!

Isher is not a person who is afraid of death.

If he was afraid of death, he would not stand up bravely that night to save those innocent people.

However, even though he was ready to die heroically, he had to think about his comrades squatting in the trenches.

They don't deserve to die here.

They should survive, preserve their vitality, and bring back what they saw on the front line, and think with more people about how to deal with it.

Even if you are going to die.

It should also be more meaningful to die!

Oh shit……

He gritted his teeth and cursed angrily, switched the channel to the frontline ministries, and yelled into the phone.

Every department listens to the order! Withdraw from the position immediately! Move to the southeast!

As the order to retreat was issued, the Borneo soldiers left the trenches one after another, taking advantage of the gap in firepower to withdraw from the battlefield in an orderly manner.

Shame was written on each face, but they all knew that there was no difference between continuing to guard and die.

Their ratfolk leader made the hardest, but also the most correct decision.

In front of that kind of thing, positional warfare has completely lost its effect.

Perhaps sports warfare is a more suitable style of play...

...

The same thunder came to Rose.

Standing on the border of Xifan Port, he stared towards the northwest direction expressionlessly.

An officer walked up to him and said in a low voice.

Borneo's 111th thousand troops have retreated.

Rose's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his originally tense mouth curled up with an imperceptible playfulness.

He seemed to see a mouse.

And it's a cunning mouse.

But in the face of absolute power, only cunning is not enough, you have to sharpen your teeth and claws.

Looking at the smoky battlefield in the distance, Ross ordered with a blank expression.

The 1st Armored Centurion and the 2nd Infantry Centurion advance!

The officer standing in front of him looked solemn and gave a military salute excitedly.

yes!

The moment has finally come!

He and his subordinates have waited too long for this day!

They will completely smash the last shackles on the Weilante people-the shame contract signed under the witness of the relics of the War Construction Committee.

No one can stop them from going forward.

The frontier of the Weilante should be at the edge of the solar system—even the Milky Way!

And this moment is the prologue to that great epic.

Their children and grandchildren will always remember this moment and will always be grateful from the bottom of their hearts!

The moment the order was issued, the ten tanks parked on the edge of the field started their engines at the same time.

Thick black smoke was exhaled from the exhaust pipe, and under the gaze of the giant airship, the dense armor moved forward towards the fragmented position!

Behind the tanks, there are teams of ten people with live ammunition, following closely.

Across the battlefield that had been plowed by shells, they carefully inspected every trench, every crater, and every corpse, and fired at those who seemed to be alive.

Looking at the torrent of steel driving straight in and the track ruts pressing on the field, the face of the man huddled on the edge of the field was flushed with excitement.

His name is Chetri.

Like Commander Isher, he was a Ratman, but obviously a different breed of rat.

Just now he went up to persuade him to surrender with good intentions, but he didn't expect that the other side took his kindness as a donkey's liver, and what he got in exchange was revenge.

Fortunately, that man's marksmanship is bad, he ran fast, otherwise he would have been killed by that man.

Looking at the battered battlefield, he felt nothing but joy in his heart, wishing to cheer for those big noses.

It's really the news of the world!

...Worthless bastard, the Weilante people just borrowed a way from your land, and they didn't come to beat you. They insisted on rushing to die. Wouldn't it be nice to surrender for peace? Tsk tsk, you deserve it!

After finally letting out the breath that was stuck in his chest, Chetri relieved himself by spitting on the ground, and stepped on it with his feet before leaving this place of right and wrong.

On the distant front, tanks crossed the Borneo Army's defense line unimpeded, like a storm sweeping through the savannah, rushing towards the Dog State of the three northern states.

During this period, Borneo organized several attacks, but without exception, they were defeated by the horizontal and vertical salvos without even looking at the opponents.

The troops of the legion didn't even look at them, they walked across the muddy ground mixed with blood and flesh.

The main offensive force is the 170,000th team of Olet Wanfu.

Their task is to cut off the northwest corner of the Lion State and open a strategic corridor from Xifan Port to the three northern states on the northwest side of Borneo Province.

The spearhead of the attack was the 171st Mechanized Thousands led by Ross, supported by the airship Clarion.

The battle line was advancing almost in units of minutes, and the Borneo army was beaten to the ground.

Sitting in the headquarters, Commander Oletwan looked down at the map with a happy smile on his face.

Battle without any suspense... I thought the natives here would be smarter than the deformed children in the desert. I didn't expect that I was thinking too much. They are not as good as those guys fighting with iron rods.

Equipment is only one of the factors that affect the outcome of a battle, not all of them.

And the stupidity of this group of guys is that they actually want to win the legion through positional warfare.

In front of the horn and 902mm heavy artillery of the Southern Army, the kind of trench dug out with a shovel is like a joke. Staying in one place will only increase your own casualties.

McLennan, who was standing next to him, smiled faintly.

My thoughts are similar to yours. The natives here are really not very good, but it's too early to say they won.

Olette looked at him with interest.

Do you think they still have a chance to come back?

McLean said softly.

The alliance's envoys are in Tiandu, I don't think they will pretend not to see it.

Hehe, the alliance...then let them come, Ollette said with a look of disgust, poking her lips, I will let them know the price of meddling.

Well, McLenne nodded lightly, the price is inevitable.

After all, regardless of the nosy will be more expensive.

Regarding this point, every survivor in the River Valley Province has a deep understanding...

As for what will happen next, he can be considered to have learned a lot.

At the same time that Olaite's subordinates were rushing all the way to the north, the roar of the propellers approached the sky over Xifan Harbor from the east.

That's a W-2 attack plane!

And there are hundreds of them!

Some Weilante soldiers stationed at Xifan Port involuntarily raised their heads and looked towards the sky, with surprised expressions on their faces.

It wasn't the plane itself that surprised them.

But this Borneo, which was established less than three months ago, actually has pilots? !

Where did these bumpkins get the time to train? !

After discovering that the enemy plane was coming, the airship Clarion immediately stopped supporting the front line, turned its course, and aimed its cannons at the sky over Xifan Port.

Not only that, the air force units in Xifan Port also took off one after another, and nearly a hundred Dagger propeller fighter jets rushed towards Borneo's air force.

However, the W-2s did not rush towards Xifan Port, but after feigning a shot, they rushed towards the station and railway north of the port.

After discovering the movements of those planes, General Gurion, who was in the headquarters, suddenly narrowed his eyes, apparently also aware of some clues.

At the same time, on the other side, an excited and loud shout sounded from the leading Mosquito fighter.

Brothers in stock!

Open the insurance, get ready to fight!!

The sound of frying wheat in the communication channel was continuous, and it was as lively as the New Year.

Like those warlike Willanters, they had waited too long for this moment.

And as players, their reasons for fighting are much purer than those of the Weilante——

Finally, I can have a good fight!

Awwhhh!!!