A plain about 60 kilometers away from the capital.
After ordering the entire army to infiltrate the enemy's territory in units of 100 people, Commander Quanshui led a team of 100 people alone and crossed several miles in the dark wheat fields, finally arriving at the nearest road.
Three infantry squads immediately spread out forward, searching and advancing along the road and both sides of the road in an arrowhead formation. "The wheat is ripe, is there no one to harvest it?" Ru Tuwei'an, who was walking in front, stretched out his hand to pinch a wheat ear and rubbed it gently in his hand. Looking closely, the green buds had already emerged from the wheat ear.
As the saying goes, "starting from the starting point, 90% mature, 100% harvest, 10% mature, 10% lost", waiting until the wheat is fully ripe before harvesting, at least 40 to 50 kilograms per mu will be reduced, and the quality of the crop will be much worse.
If there is continuous rainy weather, the wheat will sprout or mold, and the loss will be even greater. Fortunately, it rarely rains in the oasis, and fresh water resources are supplied by riverbanks and stored in the soil. "…It's normal. The mobilization of the Falcon Kingdom has reached the final stage. The entire social production activities have stagnated. Not to mention that the wheat is ripe and no one is harvesting it, even if it is stored in the granary, it cannot be delivered to the tables of ordinary citizens."
Scanning the endless wheat fields next to him, the commander of the spring water smacked his lips with regret. It's a pity for this fertile black soil.
If this land is given to the professional players of the Alliance for development, the yield per mu can be at least 1,000 kilograms.
If it is combined with the high-quality seeds provided by the CNC planting tower and the biological research institute, 2,000 kilograms is not a problem! "Do you want to set fire?" I asked eagerly. "No need," the commander of the spring water said concisely, "our target is industrial facilities and transportation hubs, and there is no point in destroying farmland."
Defoliants must be used to destroy farmland on a large scale.
It's just that setting fire won't burn many plots of land, and it may affect our own people who are moving forward in the fields. It's a waste of time and not much benefit.
"Speaking of which, why didn't you put on the Blastoise suit?" I glanced at the miner's exoskeleton on Quanshui and teased him.
He wanted to ask when he got off the airship just now. Quanshui rolled his eyes. "Starting point, do you think I'm stupid?"
The mobility of the Destroyer 1 is too poor. With the shield backpack and the 120mm mortar with automatic loader, the wearing weight is close to one ton, and it can't run very fast even with full power.
Besides, they are not going to fight with the regular army of Falcon or the Legion, but to infiltrate and sabotage behind enemy lines. It's really unnecessary to bring such a big fake iron coffin.
If firepower support is really needed, call the airship to bombard it.
As he was talking, there was a thunderous explosion in the sky behind him. Commander Quanshui looked back.
"The brothers of the Burning Legion have probably landed." My darkest said with a look of discomfort.
"Damn it... Why do they have all the good jobs, but we have to do this sneaky work!" Kakarot laughed and teased.
"What's sneaky! This is called strategic sabotage, infiltration behind enemy lines!" "Okay, after hearing you say that, this sneaky work instantly becomes more grand." "Hahaha"
Looking at the teammates who were talking and laughing, the fountain commander coughed.
"We are here to sabotage after all, not to go on a picnic... Everyone, be serious."
"Since it's sabotage, shouldn't we be more ferocious?
Like this," My darkest said with a gleam of joy, while trying to squeeze out two taels of fat from his face, shaking the rifle on his waist, "Robbery! Hand over all the money in your pocket."
Looking at his bear-like appearance, Kakarot couldn't help laughing out loud. "Damn you for pretending to be a Japanese invader entering the village."
Commander Quanshui held his forehead. This guy is hopeless. "By the way, where can we find a factory?"
Grave Ghost Catcher sighed and looked at Brother Quanshui helplessly. Seeing that there were finally people who cared about their mission, Quanshui finally smiled with relief.
"That's easy, just follow the clues and it's done."
Road transportation is one of the supporting facilities of industry. The resources and manpower of each survivor settlement need to be transported to the industrial zone through the road network to complete production.
The Falcon Kingdom is a classical militarist country. The spacious roads are generally dedicated to military facilities and military production units.
Therefore, it is easy to identify high-value targets. Just choose a few of the widest roads near Falcon City, and then walk along the road towards the front line.
You can always find a few material distribution centers on the road.
As long as we go to any of the logistics transfer bases and find out where the materials are sent from through the local logistics information, it will not be too difficult to locate the location of the industrial zone with the strategic depth of Oasis No. 2.
Coincidentally, the group walked along the main road for a while and happened to meet a broken-down tractor.
A man with bare arms squatted beside the tractor and tightened the screws with a wrench, and another middle-aged man in a vest sat in the driver's seat and urged.
Seeing a group of people coming from a distance, the man sitting on the tractor didn't take it seriously at first, thinking it was his own people, but when he walked in, he found that these people's equipment was completely different from the army of the Falcon Kingdom.
Whether it was the shiny exoskeleton with a breastplate or the assault rifles in their hands, they were definitely not affordable for the Falcon Kingdom today.
The man's face turned pale in an instant, and he jumped out of the car in a hurry and was about to get into the wheat field, but he was pulled back by a strong and powerful hand before he ran two steps.
"Why are you running?" He picked up the man like a chicken and said with a sly smile, "Did you do something bad?"
Although he is a newbie, he is also a newbie in the strength department. He has a bit of strength when he enters the game.
Whether it is arm strength or grip strength, it is at least 140% of that of an ordinary adult male. Naturally, it is not something that ordinary people can break free. The hand is like an iron clamp, and the man who is clamped cannot move. No matter how hard he struggles, he can't move at all. He just feels that the place where he is caught is getting more and more painful.
"No, no... I dare not," seeing that he can't break free from the restraints of the soldier in front of him, the driver of the tractor finally gave up struggling, looked at him tremblingly and said, "Excuse me, military sir... you,
Which unit are you from?"
"Storm Corps" Annie answered proudly.
"Wind, Storm Corps" The driver was confused and had never heard of this number at all.
"Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Hearing the noise in front, I Zuihei led people to come up from the back, staring at the driver who was caught fiercely, "Robbery! Hand over the valuables"
"Robbery" The driver's face became more confused, and he said with a smile, "Sir, you just came here, right? If you want to rob, you should find those nobles... How can we poor people who can't even afford to eat have money?"
"Hiss... That's right, where can we get money if we can't even afford to eat." I Zuihei nodded, with a trace of sympathy in my eyes, but soon realized that he was doing a mission, so he put on that fierce expression again.
"I don't care if you have money or not, hurry up, hand over all the valuables"
Looking at the glaring muzzle of the gun, the driver was anxious and about to cry. As for the man who repaired the car, he was completely scared. He threw away the wrench and squatted next to the tractor with his hands on his head, trembling, and dared not move at all.
Rolling his eyes at the back of his idiot, Commander Quanshui walked up to the driver who was frightened and stared into his eyes.
"What is in the car?" the driver replied nervously. "...Iron."
Commander Quanshui asked impatiently.
"I know it's iron. I'm asking you what kind of iron, what it's used for, and where it's sent to."
Hearing this question, the driver immediately reacted. "This is... iron products collected by Rozlan Town. We are sending them to William Industrial Zone according to the order of the logistics officer." William...
It seems to be the same name as the prince and marshal of the Falcon Kingdom. But there's nothing strange about this.
In a feudal kingdom with agriculture as its economic pillar, it is likely that only the royal family and the great nobles have the ability to industrialize. Since the industrial zone is the royal family's asset, there's nothing wrong with naming it after a member of the royal family.
I walked to the side of the tractor and took a look. I found that it was full of pots and pans, and muttered something. "What's the use of this thing?"
The commander of the spring ignored his muttering and continued to interrogate the man.
"What's the name of the factory you sent it to? What does it produce?"
The tractor driver answered in an uncertain voice. "The name is the First Foundry... OK, it seems to produce steel pipes." Steel pipe
Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard it.
I put down the batch of goods on the tractor and said excitedly. "It's seamless steel pipe"
The driver replied with a smile, "Sir, I'm just a deliveryman, I really don't know... Ask the factory manager there."
Steel pipe is just one of the products of that factory.
Including steel helmets, engineer shovels, bayonets, military water bottles. Bullets and so on. The production line is there, but he didn't dare to say it. These people always give him a bad feeling.
"Good idea," Commander Quanshui smiled, patted his driver on the shoulder, looked at the trembling man in front of him and continued, "Can you take us to see your factory director?"
How could the man dare to say no? Facing the warm smile like a spring breeze, he could only nod like a chicken pecking at rice.
Quanshui didn't waste any words, turned around and looked at his teammates behind him, waving his hand.
"Let's go, handcuff them."
"What should we do with this tractor?" I looked at the tractor that had just been repaired next to me, and felt it was a pity to throw it away. Quanshui thought for a moment and had an idea in his mind.
"Throw the goods on the car into the wheat field, and the tractor... just take it first."
Although he didn't think about what this thing was for, just in case it could be used, he might as well take it first.
The Storm Corps was still advancing silently under the cover of the night.
At the same time, in Falcon City, dozens of kilometers away, the night was boiling like a burning flame.
The dense gunfire came one after another, like surging waves surrounding the towering castle in the center of Falcon City.
The first two hundred-man teams that entered the city were quickly defeated.
The pilots of the alliance seemed to carry the ammunition of a ten-thousand-man team, and the gunfire was as if bullets were free. Not only that, they even took down the machine guns on the plane.
The brick and stone houses and walls in the city were like paper lakes in front of the 129mm caliber machine gun bullets. Often, a volley of bullets would shatter people and walls into slag.
Until the last moment of his life, the fool Adam, who went deep into the city to "encircle and suppress enemy pilots", did not wait for reinforcements from the rear. However, what he didn't know was that his superior was not blind or deaf, but had no time to take care of him. The pilots of the alliance were obviously not satisfied with dealing with a few minions. At the same time as they surrounded him, they sent a team to attack the gate of the castle and engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the defenders at the gate.
It is foreseeable that facing the fire suppression of more than a dozen aircraft machine guns, the soldiers of the Falcon Kingdom, who only had a few bolt-action rifles, had no power to fight back.
Seeing that the gun flames had already burned under his eyebrows, Midal made a prompt decision and immediately sent two loyal guards with explosives to the main gate of the castle, intending to blow up the gatehouse directly. Although this could not stop the alliance from entering the castle, it could at least buy some time before the city defense army arrived.
However, at this moment, a gunshot was heard from the direction of the bell tower in the distance, and a string of blood mist instantly exploded on the head of the guard who had just touched the main gate of the castle.
Before the guard next to him could figure out the direction of the gunshot, another bullet soon penetrated his skull.
This time, even the gunshot was not heard, and the man fell to the ground without a word. "Two"
After reporting the battle results on the communication channel, Ye Shi, who was lying on the top of the bell tower, kept his eyes glued to the scope and searched the edge of the castle.
With the help of the thermal imaging scope, the night was as eye-catching as the day for him, and all living things could not escape. And the perception of killing intent allowed him to quickly determine whether his position was exposed and whether there were other snipers targeting him.
Controlling the rhythm of his breathing, he pulled the trigger again. There was a gunshot, and near the castle gate in the distance, another guard was shot in the head and fell heavily to the side. The continuous casualties brought great psychological pressure to the defenders near the castle gate, and even the most loyal soldiers began to feel fear.
Compared with the fire suppression of machine guns and the buzzing of fighter planes diving, it is obvious that the sniper who fired a cold shot is more frightening. The machine gun's burst of fire may not kill the veterans who have fought bravely on the battlefield for many years, but the sniper rifle that is ambushed outside the range will almost certainly kill people as soon as the gun is fired. Experience has lost its effect.
All the people squatting behind the bunker have become meat on the eucalyptus board. No one knows who will be targeted next.
Facing the fierce and tacitly coordinated offensive of the alliance, the defense line at the main entrance of the castle is collapsing backwards... "......Three"
After calmly ejecting the shell from the gun, Ye Shi took a deep breath and began to search for the next more valuable target. At the same time, the battle in the city was basically over. Hearing the gunshots from afar, Lao Bai pulled out a hot hatchet from a corpse and raised his index finger to press on the side of his helmet. "The city has been cleared."
The voice of Kuangfeng soon came from the communication channel. "Well done, continue to advance to the palace" "Received!"
Lao Bai grinned, hung the hot melt cutting axe on the exoskeleton, and picked up the rifle hanging on his chest again. It feels good to play auxiliary occasionally. But then again, there are still some masters in the Falcon Kingdom. For example, the one he just killed was actually an awakener. He thought that all the masters of this kingdom had died in the previous battle.
It seems that it is difficult for any game to avoid a problem, that is, the change of versions can never keep up with the rhythm of players snowballing. Especially for this kind of game that claims to be completely real, the existence of "players" who will not only not die, but will become stronger and stronger is full of outrageousness.
He could clearly feel that their opponents were getting weaker and weaker. At first, a 10-man infantry squad could be equipped with a light machine gun, but now, let alone light machine guns, the huge capital city only had more than 30 anti-aircraft guns, and two 100-man teams could not even get three machine guns.
The almost crazy mobilization has drained the kingdom of its last vitality.
If the Falcon Kingdom was still a hungry wolf armed to the teeth by the legion a few months ago, it is now completely like a dying old dog.
Rather than saying that they were beaten to death, it is better to say that they were dragged to death.
Because players will not die, no matter how the alliance mobilizes, as long as those NPCs that cannot be resurrected are not deployed on a large scale to the front line, the manpower pool will not change much. Instead, it will make a fortune from the war because of the support of enterprises.
In theory, facing any "non-player forces", the alliance can win in this unreasonable way. As long as industrial production does not stagnate, it can wear down the opponent.
Lao Bai couldn't help but be curious about how A Guang would deal with the problem of expanding combat power in the later stage.
However, now is obviously not the time to think about this. "... It's time to give this shabby house a final blow." Looking at the castle's main gate that had been captured in the distance, Lao Bai grinned and quickly rushed towards the castle with a group of team members behind him.
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At this moment, the castle was already a sea of fire. The sound of panicked footsteps and screams one after another were endless.
No one thought that the war would burn to His Majesty's castle. Most people thought that tonight was just an ordinary air raid. Although it would be difficult, it would not be too difficult. However, now--
These naive ideas have become a bubble.
They have never been on the battlefield, and have never been affected by the war. At this moment, they finally experienced the fear of death.
The servants who were usually humble and servile have completely changed their appearance at this moment. The fear of death has completely torn off the respectful mask.
Those who want to live hide and escape at all costs, while those who give up survival completely become beasts at the last moment of their lives.
Some people jumped into the pool, some hid in the kitchen stove, and some fought for the cupboard. Fearing being insulted by the soldiers of the alliance, a noble lady chose to hang herself, but before she kicked off the chair under her feet, she was snatched away by the old servant who rushed in from the door. "What are you doing?"
"Be honest, damn, I'm going to die anyway, why do you care what I do?"
Abandoning the humility and flattery of the past, the old servant stared at the snow-white in front of him, and his mung bean-like eyes were full of madness and greed.
With what their soldiers did on the front line, their enemies would never let them go. They didn't know where to go and just wanted to stay away from here.
As a result, she just went downstairs and ran into the group of people who attacked from outside the castle.
"Although I don't mind you throwing yourself at me, but... can we wait until we're done fighting?"
Looking at the woman who suddenly rushed out, Ye Shi, who had just raised his gun, put it down awkwardly and made a joke to ease the atmosphere.
At this time, if the accidental discharge is considered as killing civilians, it shouldn't be...
"Don't talk nonsense."
Tearing off a piece of curtain and throwing it in front of the woman's chest,
Old White stared at her with horror and asked in human language. "Where is your king?"
The woman hugged the curtain tightly with both hands, looked at him in horror, and stammered.
"He... I saw him in the palace. He sat there in the morning and didn't come out."
Old White continued to ask. "Where are the other royal family members?" "I, I don't know... but I heard everyone say that they should hide in the dungeon." Out of the instinct for survival, she still sold the others.
Ye Shi teased.
"Good fellow, these people knew we were coming and locked themselves in." Kuangfeng touched his nose. "Just to avoid air raids."
The girl was only covered with a thin piece of cloth, and he really didn't know where to put his eyes.
Lao Bai nodded and waved to his teammates behind him.
"Go to the palace"
The others also reacted quickly and continued to move forward.
The sound of gunfire spread from the vestibule to the main building of the castle. The two sides exchanged fire in the narrow stairwell, and the Burning Corps that spread into the castle began to clear the armed resistance forces room by room.
At the same time, the palace of the castle was silent, and the chaos and gunfire outside could hardly reach here. Sitting on the throne, Menggot looked at the silent
HIFIAN
night sky and the fire under the night sky, and did not speak for a long time.
He actually knew everything.
As the master of this kingdom, how could he not know what happened in this kingdom?
There has been no good news from the front line since a month ago, and even the deeds of a centurion have to be boasted for a long time.
This is obviously not a sign of victory. At this time, the door of the palace opened.
Midal walked in quickly, and at the same time signaled the guards behind him to close the door.
His face was covered with blood, and he had at least two gunshot wounds on his body. Even his walking posture was limping, which showed that the battle was tense. Kneeling on one knee at the steps in front of the throne, he said in a sincere voice.
"Your Majesty, the soldiers of the alliance have captured the main gate of the castle! Please follow me to the underground passage in the backyard immediately...
Mongot retracted his gaze from the window and looked at him, but did not stand up, but slowly called out his name. "Midar. "Your Majesty"
"Tell me... do you think I did something wrong?" Midal was stunned.
Looking at Midal who didn't speak, Menggot continued
"I hope to hear the truth... I swear in the name of the spirit of the sea of sand, every word you say next is the truth from your heart."
"I... don't know, Your Majesty," Midal lowered his head, and the urging and anxiety in his eyes were suddenly replaced by a touch of confusion, "My truth is that I don't know, I don't know where our future lies. "
The riverbank of Oasis No. 2 is disappearing, and the area of the oasis is decreasing every year. In a few centuries, the desert will swallow them up, just like the disappeared Oasis No. 1. The spirit of the sea of sand did not give its grace equally to each of his children. They neither have the vast land of the Lion Kingdom nor the sea outlet of the Hump Kingdom. Their innate conditions are not even comparable to those of honey badgers and golden lizards.
They have no choice but to fight. But if they continue to fight...
He also cannot see where the future is.
The Weilants did not tell them where the end is, nor did they tell them that in a world ruled by the Weilants, where should they, the alien race, go...
Menggot closed his eyes, without commenting on Midal's answer, but just sat there indifferently, as if waiting for something.
At this time, the gate of the palace was opened by a rough Violently knocked open the Five Earths. Looking at the soldiers who appeared at the door, Midal reflexively tightened the saber at his waist, but when he faced the black muzzles of the guns, his movements stopped. No doubt.
Even if he was a strong man who had awakened twice, he could not defeat a group of awakened people with live ammunition without automatic weapons.
The opponent only needed to move his fingers to shoot him and the saber in his hand into a sieve.
After exchanging glances with Lao Bai, Kuangfeng walked forward, stopped in the center of the palace, and looked up at the old man sitting on the throne.
He was like a weak and ordinary old man, without any dignity that a king should have, just like the kingdom under his feet that was running out of oil and lamps.
The scythe of the god of death was already on his neck. Kuangfeng looked at him and said.
"Surrender, you have already lost. "
Mongot looked at the man in front of him calmly, his dry lips slowly opening and closing. "The Falcon Royal Family will not surrender."
Not surprised by his words, Kuangfeng looked at him expressionlessly and continued. "We are not here to ask for your opinion."
"We have occupied this castle. What you say, even whether you live or die, is not important to us."
"We will announce to the outside world that you have surrendered. The Alliance flag flying on the top of the castle is the best proof. We will use your face to synthesize the image, use your channels to speak out, and tell your soldiers to defect to the Alliance and fire at the Willant people... I believe that even if most people will hesitate, there will be people who will do so. "This war will not end. We will continue to fight on your land. Triumph City will send out its army as you wish and announce an endless expedition. We also have no reason to retreat. We will fight here until the last man, until this place turns from an oasis into a desert, until you shed your last drop of blood..."
Midal's hands and feet felt cold when he heard this, and he looked at the young man in surprise.
Menggot's child hole, sitting on the throne, shrank slightly, and suddenly, as if he understood something, a miserable smile appeared on his face. "Is this the order of your administrator..." "Starting point, it doesn't matter."
Kuangfeng looked at him expressionlessly and continued, "The last right thing you can do for this country, this desert... is to sign the unconditional surrender agreement, and then order the entire army to lay down their arms and go to Bist Town to surrender."
"Then we will enter a hell of no return." Menggot said calmly, "Everyone will ride on our heads... I would rather die like a glorious warrior. "Kuangfeng said indifferently.
"No, we are different from the Weilants. We will not kill you all. You can start over."
"Of course, if you refuse this last chance, I can guarantee that your nightmare has just begun." Menggot stared at him intently,
The turbid Tong Kong did not move, as if he was weighing the pros and cons, and seemed to be judging whether the man in front of him was trustworthy. The silent atmosphere lasted for a long time between the two. Finally, the old man seemed to have figured something out and slowly closed his eyes. "Which side is hell can only be left to future generations to judge... In any case, we have indeed lost."
This sentence seemed to drain all his strength. He relaxed his tense shoulders and slowly leaned on the cold throne. "Starting point, I surrender. "
When they heard the relieved voice coming out of the dry lips, both Midal standing in the palace and the soldier lying at the door covering his mouth with gunshots breathed a sigh of relief. It's finally over...
Midal suddenly discovered unexpectedly that since when, what he prayed for was no longer victory, but just an end. No matter whether it was decent or not~