Chapter 472 Is There Really a BUG in This Game? ? (1/2)

The army is stationed at the headquarters of Luoxia Province.

When he learned that the command post of the 40,000th Army had been captured by the Alliance airborne troops, Griffin, who was standing in front of the strategic map, felt his head buzzing and his consciousness was in a trance for a moment.

He imagined that the war would not progress smoothly when supplies were scarce.

He also thought that the alliance might have ignored his delaying strategy from the beginning, and the ultimatum he issued would not buy him thirty days at all.

But he never expected that the frontline troops would be defeated so quickly that the preparations made in the past nearly a month now looked like a joke.

After coming back to his senses, Griffin looked at the correspondent standing at the door and said in a stiff voice.

"The one who occupied the command post of the 40,000th Army... was the Alliance's airborne troops, the Burning Corps?"

The correspondent moved his stiff neck and nodded.

"That's what General Soft said on the phone..."

And according to the report of the Falcon Kingdom's 1st Aviation Squadron, they did see the Alliance transport plane heading towards the command post of the 40,000th Army.

In order to ensure that the airborne troops could land smoothly, the alliance even dispatched nearly 80 fighter jets to escort them.

The centurion named Arcante claimed to have led his men to shoot down more than seventy planes...but it sounded like bragging no matter what.

Griffin was silent for a while and continued to ask.

"What else did he say."

The correspondent nervously closed his mouth and did not dare to speak.

Before hanging up, Soft angrily scolded Griffin over the communications channel and said, "What a fucking skunk."

These words are obviously not something that can be said in this situation.

Griffin did not continue to ask, and took a deep breath to calm down.

This time it was indeed his miscalculation.

He did not expect that the alliance would be so aggressive. Before Position 330 was captured, they launched a surprise attack on the command post of the 40,000th Army.

Normal people would think that the command post could not only have a few officers giving orders there, but how could it be equipped with a direct force of a thousand-man team to respond.

And if you want to use airborne troops to defeat a well-prepared army's thousand-man team, you have to prepare at least two thousand-man teams or more.

However, the alliance did not follow the routine and risked giving up the entire thousand-man team by throwing away the airborne troops.

What made him even more confused was that at the same time that the alliance captured the frontline command post, they also captured Highland 330, which was garrisoned by the Thousand-Man Team directly under the Central Government!

"Then what is on Highland 330?" The staff officer standing aside frowned and asked a question that Griffin couldn't figure out.

"I don't know, the frontline communications have not been restored. The last message sent by General Soft indicated that they planned to retreat in the direction of the 50,000th Army, hoping that the 50th and 30th Thousand Army units could take over No. 40 to 49 Defense Zone...and then there was no news."

The correspondent shook his head and spoke quickly while giving General Griffin a cautious look.

The expression on his face was as heavy as water, as if a terrible storm was brewing, as if it would turn into thunderous anger in the next second.

However, Griffin did not vent his anger on an insignificant person like him.

After a long silence, the battle-experienced general slowly spoke.

"What's the time now."

All the officers around looked at each other.

No one dared to answer.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the adjutant could only speak bravely, even though he was reluctant.

"Report! The time is now 10:21."

Griffin's Adam's apple moved.

"Twelve hours..."

He looked at the officers standing nearby.

"Not even that."

When no one answered, he continued.

"Ten thousand people are lined up on a 20-kilometer front. My request to them is just to hold on for a while, not to retreat so fast when retreating, and to use the defensive positions along the way to cause some trouble for the alliance, so I specially set aside One hundred and fifty kilometers in depth... However, the answer Soft gave me was twelve hours. It only takes twelve hours to lose one hundred and fifty kilometers in depth!"

"Even if there are 10,000 pigs! Throw them into those mountains! Let the people from the alliance and the enterprise catch them, they won't be able to hold on for a fucking day! These trash! What a fucking trash! They can't do anything but eat havoc. Neither can a pig!"

At first, Griffin's tone and volume were relatively restrained, but as his emotions gradually grew, his voice became louder and his emotions became more and more agitated.

His right fist hit the map hard, making a dull thud, knocking the cup on the corner of the table to the ground, and water spilled all over the floor.

Everyone stood silently beside the table. The staff officer whose shoes were wet did not dare to say a word and could only stand silently.

They knew exactly why Griffin lost his temper.

What they lost in this battle was not only the 40,000-man team, but also the nearly 50-kilometer front from Section 40 to 49, as well as the strategic depth of this front that extended back a full 150 kilometers!

If that idiot Fansoft could persist for even three days - or even two days, they wouldn't be as passive as they are now.

This is just great.

A big hole was poked in the defense line.

Now no one should say anything about keeping the "nail" in their pocket, as the nail is about to poke into their face.

"Maybe the clones didn't play defense-" Trying to calm down General Griffin's anger, the adjutant was sweating profusely and tried to explain, but he was interrupted mid-sentence.

"Those pigs haven't fought a defensive battle, and neither have you!"

After swearing, Griffin calmed down his breathing and calmed himself down.

For such a rapid retreat, the frontline command must be primarily responsible, but the responsibility on his side is not small.

But now is not the time to study who has the bigger pot.

He knows it very well.

I have no time to hesitate.

After a moment, he decisively ordered.

"Inform all frontline departments to implement plan No. 2 as planned!"

Hearing these words, all the officers had surprised expressions on their faces.

Plan No. 2 is to retreat to Oasis No. 2 and bring the Alliance to the homeland of the Falcon Kingdom to start a decisive battle with them.

This means that they have to give up the No. 3 oasis they finally obtained.

Although Griffin had already expressed anger with them before, if the alliance's offensive exceeded their expectations, they might have to abandon the occupied areas and continue to retreat, but at that time, almost no one thought that this would really happen.

After all, they still have a hundred thousand troops in their hands.

Even if the situation is no longer optimistic, it is enough to retreat to the middle of the No. 3 Oasis to re-build the defense line, and the entire No. 3 Oasis will not be released.

If they really get to this point, they will not only be in trouble strategically, but they will also fall into quagmire outside the battlefield.

If they let the rear know that they had lost all the results they had achieved in Luoxia Province, even fewer resources and support would be allocated to their theater.

No matter from the standpoint of a corps commander or a marshal, it is impossible to invest unlimited resources in a plan that is going bankrupt.

"...If we continue to stay here, we can only wait to be divided and surrounded by them. If we retreat to Oasis No. 2, we still have a chance to counterattack."

After a moment of pause, Griffin suddenly remembered that there was another Saber on duty outside, so he looked at the Army Aviation commander aside.

"Where's Jukar? Have our sabers returned?"

The officer immediately stood up straight and said nervously.

"...It flew out of the communication range before. The last signal was near Oasis No. 8. There is no news yet."

Although this conservative answer seemed to leave a little room for maneuver, anyone could tell that hope was already slim.

the reason is simple.

The jet simply doesn't have enough fuel to last that long.

He hasn't come back yet, so there is only one possibility left.

Griffin closed his eyes in pain.

Not only were they penetrated the defense line, but they also lost their only "Saber".

Although less than one-tenth of the battle force was lost, anyone with a discerning eye can see that they have already lost half of this battle...

…

Position G53.

The Warlander, who was resting on the hospital bed, had just finished the dinner delivered by Miss Penny when he learned from Colway about the "bad news" coming from the defense area next door.

"...the 40,000-man team has been completely wiped out, and the entire defensive zone from 40 to 49 has been lost. Alliance tanks have already penetrated our backs."

"These losers... I thought they were stupid enough for their failure during the day, but I didn't expect that I still underestimated their embarrassing ability, and they couldn't even survive one night!"

Colway cursed, his tone full of anger.

However, after listening to his statement, the warlord who had been tense just now breathed a sigh of relief.

good……

It seems that there is no doubt in his head.

His good brothers had given him so many heads before, and he always felt uneasy in his heart.

Especially when he saw on the official website that the various regiments were making such rapid progress in the defense area next door, it made him so nervous that he almost didn't finish his dinner.

But now it seems that my worries are purely unnecessary.

In fact, if you think about it, based on his past performance, there is nothing questionable about it. It's not that there are no undercover agents who kill their own people, but it's really uncommon for undercover agents like him to kill their own people without blinking an eye.

Not to mention that other than the fact that he eats a lot and poops a lot, there is nothing suspicious at all, and he behaves more normally than a normal person.

If even he can be a 25th grader, then everyone in the legion will be a 25th grader.

After listening to Colway's complaints quietly, Warlander asked while he was breathing.

"Does the command have any new arrangements?"

Colway didn't hide it, he simply said.

"Plan No. 2."

Warlander: "Plan No. 2?"

Colway explained succinctly.

"To put it simply, abandon the No. 3 Oasis and retreat to the No. 2 Oasis to reorganize the defense... At present, this is the most effective approach. The Alliance tanks have torn our pockets. Since the pockets cannot be closed, we can only Throw it away."

The warlord actually wanted to say that he didn't need to "simply explain" it, but could expand it into details. He would be able to remember it even if he didn't understand.

However, he soon realized that his commander was just a commander and could not understand the entire deployment of Plan No. 2. It would be in vain for him to ask, and he might be suspected.

It's good to be able to find out the opponent's macro-movements. The brothers of the Burning Corps will naturally find a way to pry out the specific details of Plan No. 2 from the mouth of the big fish caught next door.

So Zhandi continued to play the role of the ruthless pangolin and spoke concisely.

"You just have to tell me what you want me to do."

A gentle smile appeared on Colway's face.

"You don't need to do anything now. The only thing you have to do is to recover from your injuries and strive for a speedy recovery... By the way, I almost forgot to tell you the good news."

Seeing the happy expression on his face, the warlord asked.

"Have you been promoted again?"

Colway said with a smile.

"It's not me, it's you who got promoted."

The warlord was stunned for a moment.

"I?"

Colway nodded, cleared his throat and continued.

"In view of your outstanding performance on the front line, my boss plans to transfer you to the officer corps as a consultant to cooperate with the instructors in training the front-line officers of our 10,000-person team. It is the fault of those trash in the 40,000-person team. Now the command headquarters seriously doubts the front-line officers." The combat effectiveness of the army requires frontline troops at all levels to conduct comprehensive training for grassroots officers... If those useless idiots were half as powerful as you, they wouldn't be so embarrassed!"

When he said this, Colway couldn't help but cursed two difficult human couplets.

Upon hearing this arrangement, the warlord breathed a sigh of relief.

The 40,000th Army was right next door to them, and the nearest position was less than ten kilometers away from them. If Griffin ordered them to cut off the rear, then his undercover would probably be done for.

But looking at it now, Planner Gou probably didn't want him to get the power armor so easily, so the undercover would probably have to continue working.

"If we leave, what about the position here? Are we just going to leave it alone?"

Colway was silent for a moment and gave an ambiguous answer.

"Some people will leave, and some people will stay."

The warlord was slightly stunned.

But he soon understood the meaning of this sentence.

There are many officers in the front-line troops who were promoted from the Hu Congjun, including his adjutants, trumpeters, flag bearers, etc.

They will not receive orders to retreat, but will stay in place to defend with their clone troops, blocking the pursuing Alliance forces and giving the Alliance the illusion that they have not yet retreated.

Thinking of this, a hint of understanding suddenly appeared in Warfield's eyes.

No wonder he was suddenly transferred from the front-line combat unit to the officer corps of the 50,000-person unit.

I'm afraid the 700th Army is one of the troops who stayed behind to break up the rear!

But what surprised him was that when he said these words, there was a trace of complicated emotions in Colway's eyes.

When this guy was in the Valley Province, he never cared about the life and death of his followers.

Having been deeply involved in the Legion for a long time, he knows better than any player that in the eyes of most Valantians, the aliens are just a stepping stone for them to conquer the world, and are just a more flexible consumable than clone cannon fodder.

Colway, who is a pure-blooded Valantian, is no exception. Why does he suddenly care about it now?

Just when the warrior was wondering, Colway, who was standing by the bed, suddenly looked out the window and said in a complicated tone.

"I don't take their sacrifices for granted. Although they are not Wilantes, they are also warriors..."

As he spoke, Colway looked at the pangolin lying on the bed.

"But there are some things that I can't decide. I hope you can understand."

The warlord nodded.

"Yes, I understand."

Are you worried that you feel sorry for those men on position G53-7?

This worry is actually completely unnecessary.

He knew his identity as an undercover agent very well, and he would not be so involved in the drama that he felt the same way as those cheap subordinates whom he had only known for less than half a month.

If those people were smart, they would lay down their weapons and surrender when the Alliance came.

If they feel that they are good just because they followed them and played a few tailwind games...

Then let them see the true strength of the Alliance Army.

However, what the warlord didn't know was that in Colway's eyes, his sensible look actually made people feel guilty.

The feeling of losing Paoze is not pleasant.

Colway himself knows this very well.

For example, his former immediate boss, Commander Rachel of the Air Marine Corps.

Although he only had an acquaintance with that guy, he was still depressed for several days when he learned that he did not evacuate with McClun, but died heroically in Ruigu City.

"In short...I don't look down on the aliens who fight alongside me. The warriors who are willing to unite under the flag of the legion to restore order are completely different from the wastelanders who surrender themselves in the chaos, but orders are orders, everything It’s all for the greater good.”

Putting on his officer's hat again, Colway changed his tone and continued.

"Have a good rest. I'll see you again when we leave."

The Warlander nodded quietly.

If there is no other more exciting news, he should go offline to share the hot new information with his good brothers...

…

While the top officials of the legion stationed in Luoxia Province were worried about the chaos on the front line, in the official website of another world, countless people and stupid netizens were also paying attention to this "national war activity" latest progress.

Although most of the players on the frontline have not yet gone offline, there will always be people who actively or passively disconnect, bringing first-hand battle reports from the frontline to the cloud players waiting on the forum and the real-life professional players behind the scenes.

The entire forum was shocked when they learned that the closed beta players had annihilated a division of the legion in less than half a day.

Domineering and gentle: "Fuck! Awesome!!!"

Nanfeng Yuge: "We defeated an entire division in a long time?! Is that fake?!"

Armored Warrior: "That's really ridiculous. To be honest, even if ten thousand people line up to send their heads off, it will still take a few days, right?"

Lonely: "+1, not to mention these ten thousand people scattered across 3,000 square kilometers of the Gobi Desert."

Professor Yang, the King of Thunder and Lightning: "You don't understand this. Modern warfare is about organization and logistics. It's no longer the old routine of queuing up and shooting. Winning a key battle at a critical time and place, It’s much more important than killing a few people.”

"And in my opinion, the reason why the legion lost so quickly is because the tactical breadth and strategic depth were too large. There are only so many roads that can be walked in the 3,000 square kilometers of Gobi Desert, and the road conditions are similar to those of Afghanistan Let’s compare. Which unit will take which route and when, where the logistics supplies will be delivered, whether the outpost 20 kilometers away belongs to the enemy or ours, where the artillery will fire... these all have to be determined by the unified The command system is dispatched.”

"Without the unified dispatching of the frontline headquarters, it would be impossible to rely solely on the airdrop orders from the general headquarters."

Professor Yang's rationale for analyzing the reasons for the legion's failure really frightened many netizens who didn't know the truth.

But there are also those who don’t believe his bragging.

Cheerful netizen: "Why are you bragging? How many divisions have you commanded?"

Lightning Dharma King Professor Yang: "Ahem, isn't this game just for bragging... What the hell are you talking about me? How many have you commanded yourself?"

What can Ye Ao do to me? "Smile, you're all bullshit. I've said it before, there's not a single normal person on this forum!"

Tyrannosaurus Warrior: "Can any kind man give me a helmet? Please! T.T"

Everyone was talking about the battle situation on the front line, some were shouting about it, some were saying it was unscientific, and it was as lively as a festival.

However, even with so many knowledgeable analysts, the topic of the progress of the war was still overshadowed by a post posted by a certain pilot.

According to the player's description, he handed the "Dragonfly" transport plane to the ground crew and then went to the canteen to cook.

As a result, as soon as he came out of the canteen, he saw that the plane that was supposed to be parked in the hangar actually drove onto the runway and took off!

At first, everyone expressed disbelief, and even the players at the airport were wondering if this guy had directed and acted on his own.

Accidents caused by power short circuits have not happened before, but this is the first time that a short-circuited aircraft drove onto the runway and flew by itself.

No matter how you put it, the take-off posture was a bit too skilled. It would be impossible to be so skilled and natural after flying for hundreds of hours.

Who has Ward's athlete's foot? Levin: "It's weird... It's logically impossible? After a short-circuit accident happened before, we deliberately redesigned the circuit of the machine head."

WC is really full of mosquitoes: "Your skills are not good, wait and see, one day when I am free, I will lead the brothers in the factory to think about big airplanes. (Funny)"

Who has Ward's athlete's foot? Levine: "Come on. (Rolls eyes)"

Yaer, I want to go to the toilet and asked: "That's right! Our 81 Factory is building airplanes after all! You, the coffin maker, don't come and join in the fun!"

WC is really full of mosquitoes: "MMP! I have to show you my skills."

Tails: "Oooh! Do you want to get out the Gundam? (✪ω✪)"

Ye Shi: "Don't tell me, this guy really did it... In the end, we helped him do it. (Funny)"

WC really has mosquitoes: "Get out! That was an accident! And that thing was not meant for people to wear... But then again, we did see the transport plane you mentioned."

Guigui: "Yes, and I also saw something sticking out from the cabin, directly punching through the cockpit of the Eagle fighter jet that was approaching."

Feng Qing: "?! So powerful? (Surprised)"

WC really has mosquitoes: "Well, the plane that was hit seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, so it turned around and sent the teammates away... The most outrageous thing is that the two evil-looking aircraft were flying pretty well. He showed off a wave of Immelman maneuvers in the air, like a master!"

Ye Shi: "Does the Falcon Kingdom have such pilots?"

WC really has mosquitoes: "There is a hammer. I suspect that they have never encountered opponents in actual combat before they encountered us, so they only have equipment to take advantage."

But he had to admit that there were a few pilots on the opposite side who had some skills, and even he found it a bit tricky.

At this moment, another ace pilot from the alliance suddenly appeared.

Luo Yu: "Ahem, whoever is free in the cauldron...come and pick me up."

"Fuck! Luo Yu! Are you finally down?"

WC really has mosquitoes: "Where are you? No, where did you fall?"

Irena: "Can you still find the VM? If you can't find it, just buy another one, and we won't have to worry about it. (Funny)"

Luo Yu: "Gan! Don't tell me, I feel like I'm dead! I'm still alive! (Crazy)"

As soon as I saw this sentence, the post immediately exploded, with dozens of views in an instant.

Ye Shi: "???"

Quit smoking: "Damn it! You're actually still alive?!"

Fang Chang: "Well, it's really unscientific... What kind of bug is this?"

Luo Yu: "Zhuo! It's not like something happens to me every time! Just occasionally!"

Guangfeng: "(squinting smile)"

Luo Yu: "But when it comes to BUG, ​​I'm really not sure if it counts."

Fang Chang: "Tell me about it."

Luo Yu: "Well, I was fighting fiercely with the Sabre on the opposite side, and an Eagle suddenly intervened. I thought I was doomed, but it didn't fire at me, but fired a whole magazine at the Sabre."

Gui Gui: "Oh, it should be that one! An Eagle followed our transport plane before."

Luo Yu: "Transport plane? I didn't see it..."

Lao Bai: "Where is your parachute?"

Luo Yu: "It seems to be near the Golden Lizard Kingdom, but the exact location is unclear... I'm floating in the sky and haven't come down yet. I took a photo, but there is no signal to transmit."

Makabazi: "Hahahaha."

Fang Chang: "Can you see the Iron Heart?"

Luo Yu: "I can't see it... But I can see a lot of mountains. Maybe we are almost at the River Valley Province."

After saying that, he immediately added another sentence.

"By the way, the Falcon seems to have landed nearby. It probably ran out of fuel... But it's strange that the pilot didn't parachute and went down with the plane."

Fang Chang: "Well, it must be far away, at least it must be near the edge of Luoxia Province."

WC Zhenyou Mosquito: "After you land, pay attention to the surrounding environment. We will send a plane to search near Oasis No. 8, and we should be able to find it."

Luo Yu: "Thank you! Brothers! T.T"

Fang Chang: "You're welcome. I'm mainly curious about the situation of the Hawk. (Slanting eyes)"

Ye Shi: "+1, otherwise Mosquito would have advised you to TP back to the city directly. (Funny)"

Luo Yu: "..."

These guys...

It's too real!

At the same time, Chu Guang, who was peeking at the screen in another world, had a surprised expression on his face.

Good guy.

He was fixing bugs in the forum every day, and he really found a bug?

In fact, he had learned about the situation of the transport plane from the ground staff long before the players posted.

The anti-aircraft guns of the Iron Heart had even aimed at it.

However, Chu Guang wanted to see what the transport plane was going to do, so he didn't let Xiao Qi shoot it down.

Now it seems that the situation is more complicated than he imagined.

After thinking for a long time, Chu Guang, who was staring at the holographic screen, suddenly spoke.

"What do you think that is?"

After a short pause, he heard an uncertain answer.

"Hmm... Could it be Xiao Yu who did it?"