Chapter 492 This Hard-Won End (1/2)

A plain about sixty kilometers away from the royal capital.

After ordering the entire army to infiltrate into the enemy territory in units of a hundred men, Commander Quan Shui led a team of a hundred men alone across the dark wheat fields for several miles, and finally reached the nearest road.

The three infantry squads immediately spread forward, advancing along the road and both sides of the road in an arrow formation, searching while advancing.

"By the way, the wheat is already ripe, so no one has harvested it?"

The one walking in front was buried in peace, reached out and pinched an ear of wheat and rubbed it gently in his hand. He looked closely and saw that the green bud tip had already been drilled out of the ear of wheat.

As the saying goes, "90% mature, 10% harvested, 10% harvested, 10% discarded." If you wait until the wheat is fully mature before harvesting, you will lose at least 40 to 50 kilograms per acre, and the quality of the crops will be much worse.

If there is continuous rainy weather and the wheat sprouts or becomes moldy, the losses will be even greater. Fortunately, it rarely rains in the oasis, and fresh water resources are supplied by river banks and preserved in the soil.

"...It's normal. The mobilization of the Falcon Kingdom has reached the final stage, and the entire social production activities have stagnated. Not to mention that no one will harvest the wheat when it is ripe. Even if it is received in the granary, it will not be delivered to the dining tables of ordinary people. "

Glancing at the endless wheat fields next to him, Commander Quanshui smacked his tongue in regret.

What a pity for this fertile black land.

If this land is given to the alliance's professional life players for development, the yield per acre can reach thousands of kilograms at least.

If combined with the high-quality seeds provided by the CNC planting tower and the Biological Research Institute, two thousand pounds will not be a problem!

"Are you going to set a fire?" I asked eagerly.

"It's not necessary," Commander Quanshui said concisely. "Our targets are industrial facilities and transportation hubs. There is no point in destroying farmland."

Large-scale destruction of farmland requires the use of defoliants.

Just setting fire to a few pieces of land will not burn it, and it may also affect your own people walking through the fields, which is a waste of time and not much benefit.

"Speaking of which, why didn't you put on the Water Arrow Turtle suit?" I took a look at the miner's exoskeleton on Quan Shui's body, and I said the darkest joke.

He wanted to ask when he got off the airship just now.

Quan Shui rolled his eyes.

"You think I'm stupid."

The mobility of the Destroyer I is too poor. With the addition of a shield backpack and a 120mm mortar with an automatic loader, the wearing weight is close to one density, and it can't run very fast even with the power fully turned on.

What's more, they are not going to fight against the Falcons or the regular army of the legion, but to engage in infiltration and sabotage behind enemy lines. It is really unnecessary to bring such a big iron coffin.

If you really need fire support, just call in airship bombardment and that's it.

While he was talking, there was a thunderous explosion in the sky behind him.

Commander Quanshui glanced back.

"The brothers of the Burning Legion have probably landed."

I said with the darkest look on my face.

"Damn it...why do all the good jobs belong to them, but we have to do this sneaky job!"

Kakarot joked with a smile.

"What sneaking around! This is called strategic sabotage, infiltration behind enemy lines!"

"Okay, listening to what you say, this sneaky job will instantly become a big deal."

"Hahaha!"

Looking at his teammates talking and laughing, Commander Quanshui coughed.

"After all, we are here to cause damage, not for an outing... Everyone, please be serious."

"Since we are doing destruction, shouldn't we be a little more ferocious, like this," I said with my blackest eyebrows dancing, while trying to squeeze out a few ounces of meat from my face, and shook the rifle at my waist, " Robbery! Hand over all the money in your pocket."

Looking at his bearlike appearance, Kakarot couldn't help laughing.

"Damn! You're acting like a devil and entering the village."

Commander Quan Shui held his forehead.

This guy is hopeless.

"By the way, where are we going to find a factory?" The Graveyard Ghost Hunter sighed and looked helplessly at Brother Quan Shui.

Seeing that there were finally people who cared about their mission, a happy smile finally appeared on Quan Shui's face.

"It's easy to say, just follow the clues and you'll be done."

Road transportation is one of the supporting facilities for industry. The resources and manpower from each survivor settlement need to be transported to the industrial area through the road network to complete production.

The Falcon Kingdom is a classical militaristic country, and its spacious roads are generally dedicated to military facilities and military production units.

So it's easy to identify high-value targets.

Just choose the widest ones from the roads near Falcon City, and then walk along the road in the direction of the front line.

You can always find several distribution centers for supplies on the road.

As long as any logistics transfer base is used and local logistics information is used to find out where the materials are sent from, it will not be too difficult to locate the industrial zone with the strategic depth of Oasis No. 2.

As luck would have it, everyone walked along the road for a while and happened to encounter a broken down tractor.

A man with bare arms squatted next to the tractor and used a wrench to tighten the screws. Another middle-aged man in a vest sat in the driver's seat and urged the tractor.

Seeing a group of people walking in the distance, the man sitting on the tractor didn't take it seriously at first, thinking they were one of his own. But when he walked in, he discovered that the equipment of these people was completely different from that of the Falcon Kingdom's army.

Whether it's the exoskeleton with shiny breastplates or the assault rifles they hold in their hands, they are definitely not something the Falcon Kingdom can afford today.

The man's face turned pale in an instant. He jumped out of the car in a hurry and was about to get into the wheat field. However, he was picked up by a strong and powerful hand before he took two steps.

"Why are you running?" He carried the man back like a chicken. Ah Nie smiled evilly at him and said, "Did you do something bad?"

Although he is a newbie, he is also a newbie in the strength department. When he first entered the game, he had 7 points of strength.

Both arm strength and grip strength are at least 140% of that of an ordinary adult male, so it is naturally not something that ordinary people can break free from.

That hand was like an iron pliers, which held the man unable to move. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not move at all. He only felt the pain in the area where he was caught getting more and more painful.

"No, no... how dare you, little one," seeing that he could not break free from the shackles of the soldiers in front of him, the driver of the tractor finally gave up his struggle and looked at him tremblingly and said, "Excuse me, Master... which army are you from? ?”

"Storm Corps!" Ah Nie replied proudly.

"Feng, Storm Troopers?" The driver looked confused. He had never heard of this number at all.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Hearing the commotion in front of me, I walked up from behind with someone in charge, staring at the driver who was being grabbed fiercely, "Robbery! Hand over the valuables!"

"Robbing, robbing?" The driver's face became even more confused, and he said in a confused voice, "Sir, you just came here, right? If you want to rob, you should go to those nobles... We can't even afford food. How can a poor man have money?"

"Hiss...that's right. How can you get the money if you can't even afford food?"

I nodded my head, with a hint of sympathy in my eyes, but I quickly realized that I was on a mission, so I took out the ferocious expression again.

"I don't care whether you have money or not. Hurry up and hand over all your valuables!"

Looking at the bright muzzle of the gun, the driver was so anxious that he almost cried.

As for the man repairing the car, he was completely frightened. He threw away the wrench and crouched beside the tractor with his head in his hands, shivering, not daring to move.

Rolling his eyes at the back of his idiot, Commander Quan Shui walked up to the frightened driver and stared into his eyes.

"What's in the car?"

The driver replied nervously.

"……iron."

Commander Fountain asked impatiently.

"I know it's iron. I want to ask you what kind of iron it is, what it's used for, and where it's sent."

Upon hearing this question, the driver reacted immediately.

"This is...iron products collected from Rhodesland Town. We follow the logistics officer's order to send them to the Wilhelm Industrial Zone."

William...

It seems to have the same name as the prince and marshal of the Falcon Kingdom.

But this is nothing surprising.

In a feudal kingdom where agriculture is the mainstay of the economy, there is a high probability that only the royal family and the great nobles have the ability to industrialize. Since the industrial areas are the assets of the royal family, there is nothing wrong with naming them after members of the royal family.

I walked over to the tractor and took a look. I found that there were pots and pans inside and muttered.

"What's the use of this thing?"

Commander Quanshui ignored his muttering and stared at the man and continued to interrogate him.

"What's the name of the factory you sent to, and what does it produce?"

The tractor-trailer driver replied in an uncertain voice.

"The name is Royal Foundry No. 1...well, it seems to produce steel pipes."

Steel Pipe? !

When everyone heard this, their eyes suddenly lit up.

I asked with the darkest excitement after putting down the batch of goods on the tractor.

"Is it a seamless steel pipe?"

The driver replied dumbfounded: "Sir, I'm just a deliveryman. I really don't know... Just ask the factory director there."

Steel pipe is just one of the products of that factory.

Including steel helmets, engineer shovels, bayonets, and military kettles. A series of production lines such as bullets were there, but he didn't dare to say.

These people always gave him a bad feeling.

"Good idea," Commander Quan Shui said with a smile on his face, patted his driver on the shoulder, looked at the frightened man in front of him and continued, "Can you take us to see your factory director?"

How could that man dare to say no? Faced with that warm smile, he could only nod his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

Quan Shui didn't talk nonsense, looked back at his teammates behind him, and waved.

"Let's go and torture them."

"What should I do with this tractor?" I looked at the newly repaired tractor next to me and thought it was a pity to lose it.

Quan Shui thought for a moment and came up with an idea.

"Throw the goods in the car into the wheat field, the tractor... take it with you first."

Although he didn't think about the use of this thing, what if it could be used?

Anyway, take it with you first.

…

The Storm Troops were still advancing quietly under the cover of night.

At the same time, in Falcon City dozens of kilometers away, the night was boiling like a burning flame.

Dense gunshots came one after another, like raging waves surrounding the towering castle in the center of Falcon City.

The first two hundred-man troops to fill the city were quickly defeated.

The alliance's pilots seemed to carry the ammunition of a 10,000-man army, and the bursts of gunfire sounded as if bullets were free of charge.

Not only that, they even removed the machine guns from the plane.

The masonry houses and walls in the urban area are like paper in front of the 12mm caliber machine gun bullets, and even the people and the walls are often shattered into slag by a shuttle.

Until the last moment of his life, Adem, 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 commander was not blind or deaf, but simply had no time to care about him.

The Alliance pilots were obviously not satisfied with solving a few minions. At the same time as they surrounded him, they separated a team of men to attack the gate of the castle and started a fierce exchange of fire with the defenders at the gate.

Predictably, facing the suppressed firepower of dozens of aircraft machine guns, the Falcon Kingdom soldiers with only a few bolt-action rifles were completely powerless to fight back.

Seeing that the gunfire had reached the bottom of his eyebrows, Myrdal made a prompt decision and immediately sent two loyal guards to the main entrance of the castle with explosives, intending to blow up the gatehouse directly.

Although this cannot prevent the alliance from entering the castle, it can at least buy some time before the city defense forces arrive.

However, at this moment, a gunshot was heard from the direction of the bell tower in the distance, and a stream of blood mist instantly exploded on the head of the guard under the main entrance of the castle.

The guard who was following him hadn't figured out the direction of the gunshot, and soon another bullet penetrated his skull.

This time the gunshot was not even heard, and the man fell to the ground without saying a word.

"two!"

After reporting the victory over the communication channel, Ye Shi was lying on the top of the bell tower, his eyes fixed on the scope as he searched for the edge of the castle.

With the assistance of a thermal imaging scope, the night was as eye-catching to him as day, and all living creatures were invisible.

The perception of murderous intent allows him to quickly determine whether his position is exposed and whether other snipers are targeting him.

Controlling the rhythm of his breathing, he pulled the trigger again.

Just hearing the sound of a gunshot, near the castle gate in the distance, another guard was shot in the head and fell heavily to the side.

The continuous casualties put great psychological pressure on the defenders near the castle gate, and even the most loyal soldiers began to feel fear.

Compared with the suppressive firepower of machine guns and the buzz of dive fighter planes, it is obviously the snipers who use cold guns to make people feel more numb.

The sudden bursts of machine gun fire may not kill veterans who have been on the battlefield all year round, but the sniper rifle lying in ambush outside the range will kill someone almost as long as the gunshot is fired.

Experience has lost its effect.

Everyone squatting behind the bunker became meat on the chopping board.

No one knows who will be targeted next.

Facing the alliance's fierce and well-coordinated offensive, the defense line at the main entrance of the castle is collapsing backwards...

"...Three!"

Calmly removing the bullet casing from the gun chamber, Ye Shi took a deep breath and began to search for the next target with higher value.

At the same time, the fighting in the city has basically ended.

Listening to the distant gunfire, Lao Bai pulled out the hot hatchet from a corpse, raised his index finger and pressed it on the side of the helmet.

"The city has been cleared."

The sound of strong wind soon came from the communication channel.

"Well done, keep pushing towards the palace!"

"receive!"

Lao Bai grinned, hung the melt cutting ax on the exoskeleton, and picked up the rifle hanging on his chest again.

It feels good to play support occasionally.

But having said that, there are still some experts in the Falcon Kingdom.

For example, the person he killed just now turned out to be an awakener.

He thought that all the masters in this kingdom had died in the previous battle.

It seems difficult for any game to avoid a problem, that is, version changes can never keep up with the snowballing pace of players.

Especially for this kind of game that claims to be completely real, the existence of "players" who not only cannot die, but also become stronger as they fight is full of absurdity.

He could clearly feel that their opponents were getting weaker and weaker. At first, a ten-man infantry squad could only be equipped with a light machine gun, but now, let alone a light machine gun, there were only more than thirty anti-aircraft guns left in the huge capital, and the two hundred-man squadrons could not even muster three machine guns.

The almost frenzied mobilization has drained the kingdom of its last vestiges of vitality.

If a few months ago the Falcon Kingdom was still a hungry wolf armed to the teeth by the Legion, then now it is completely like a dying old dog.

Rather than saying that they were beaten to death, it would be better to say that they were dragged to death.

Because players cannot die, no matter how the alliance mobilizes, as long as those NPCs that cannot be resurrected are not put into the front line on a large scale, the manpower pool will not change much. Instead, it will make a war fortune because of the support of enterprises.

Theoretically, the alliance can win against any "non-player force" using this unreasonable method. As long as industrial production does not stagnate, even consumption can kill the opponent.

Lao Bai couldn't help but be curious about how A Guang would deal with the expansion of combat power in the later stage.

However, now is obviously not the time to think about this.

“…it’s time to give this crumbling house the final kick.”

Looking at the main entrance of the castle that had been captured in the distance, Lao Bai grinned and led a group of team members behind him to quickly kill in the direction of the castle.

…

At this moment, the castle was already a sea of ​​fire.

The sounds of panicked footsteps and screams could be heard one after another.

No one thought that the flames of war would reach His Majesty's castle.

Most people thought tonight was just another air raid, and while it would be tough, it wouldn't be too hard.

But now——

All these innocent thoughts came to nothing.

Having never been on a battlefield or even affected by war, they finally experienced the fear of death at this moment.

The usually groveling servants now completely changed their appearance, and the fear of death completely tore off their respectful masks.

Those who want to survive hide and escape at all costs, while those who give up on survival are completely reduced to beasts at the last moment of their lives.

Some people jumped into the pool, some hid on the stove in the back kitchen, and some fought over the cupboards.

Worried about being insulted by the Union soldiers, a noble lady chose to hang herself. However, before she could kick off the chair under her feet, an old servant rushed in from the door and snatched her and her clothes away.

"what are you doing?!"

"Be honest! Damn it, I'm going to die anyway, why do you care about me?!"

Instead of his usual humility and flattery, the old servant stared at the white patch of snow in front of him, his mung bean-like eyes filled with madness and greed.

With what their soldiers were doing on the front lines, there was no way their enemies would let them go.

Rather than giving an outsider an advantage, it would be better to let him do it——

In desperation, the aristocratic lady grabbed the vase that had fallen to the ground, hit the servant on the head hard, and escaped from under him while he was moaning in pain.

The people in this castle have gone crazy!

She ran outside with all her strength, running aimlessly, not knowing where to go, and just wanted to get away from here.

As a result, as soon as she went downstairs, she ran into the group of people who came in from outside the castle.

"Although I don't object to you throwing yourself into your arms, but...can we separate the occasions? Let's talk about it after we finish the fight?"

Seeing the woman who suddenly rushed out, Ye Shi, who had just raised the muzzle of his gun, put the gun down in embarrassment and made a joke to lighten the atmosphere.

If a fire breaks out at this time, is it considered manslaughter of civilians?

It probably doesn't count...

"Stop talking nonsense."

He casually tore off a section of the curtain and threw it on the woman's chest. Lao Bai stared at her with frightened eyes and asked in human couplet.

"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 was sitting there in the morning and never came out."

Lao Bai continued to ask.

"Where are the other royals?"

"I, I don't know... but I heard everyone said that we should hide in the dungeon." Out of survival instinct, she still sold the others.

Ye Shi teased.

"Good guys, these people knew we were coming and locked themselves in."

Guangfeng touched the bridge of his nose.

"Just to avoid air raids."

The girl was only wearing 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.

"To the palace!"

Others also reacted quickly and continued to move forward.

The sound of gunfire spread from the vestibule to the main building of the castle.

A firefight broke out between the two sides in the narrow stairwell, and the Burning Legion dispersed into the castle and began to clear out the armed resistance forces room by room.

At the same time, there was silence in the palace of the castle, and the chaos and gunshots outside could hardly be heard here.

Montgotte, who was sitting on the throne, looked at the silent night sky outside the window and the slow firelight under the night curtain, and did not speak for a long time.

He actually knows everything.

As the master of this kingdom, how could he not know what was happening in this kingdom?

Since a month ago, there has been no good news from the front line, and even the deeds of a ten-capion captain have been bragging for a long time.

This was certainly not a sign of imminent victory.

At this time, the palace door opened.

Myrdal walked in quickly and motioned to the guards behind him to close the door.

His face was covered in blood, and he had at least two gunshot wounds on his body. He even walked with a limp, which showed that the battle situation was anxious.

Kneeling on one knee at the steps in front of the throne, he said in a sincere voice.

"Your Majesty, the Alliance soldiers have captured the main entrance of the castle! Please follow me to the underground passage in the backyard immediately..."

Mongotte looked away from the window and looked at him, but did not get up, but slowly called out his name.

"Myrdal."

"His Majesty?"

"Tell me...do you think I did something wrong?"

Myrdal was stunned.

Looking at Myrdal who didn't speak, Menggot continued.

"I hope to hear the truth... In the name of the Spirit of the Sand Sea, every word you say next is the truth from the heart."

"I... don't know, Your Majesty," Myrdal lowered his head. The urge and anxiety in his eyes were suddenly replaced by a touch of confusion. "The truth is, I just don't know. I don't know where our future is."

The embankments of Oasis No. 2 are disappearing, and the area of ​​the oasis is decreasing every year. It will not take a few centuries for the desert to 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 had neither the vast land of the Lion Kingdom nor the sea outlet of the Hump Kingdom. Their innate conditions were not even comparable to those of the honey badgers and golden lizards.

They had no choice but to fight.

But if they continued to fight...

He also could not see where the future was.

The Weilants did not tell them where the end was, nor did they tell them where they, the alien race, should go in a world ruled by the Weilants...

Menggot closed his eyes and did not comment on Midal's answer. He just sat there indifferently, as if waiting for something.

At this time, the gate of the palace was violently knocked open, and the five-meter-high door panel slammed heavily on the ground, splashing rolling dust.

Looking at the soldiers who appeared at the door, Midal reflexively tightened the saber at his waist, but his movements stopped when he faced the black muzzles of the guns.

No doubt.

Even if he was a twice awakened warrior, without automatic weapons, he couldn't defeat a group of awakened warriors armed with guns and bullets.

The opponent only needed to move his fingers to beat 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 sickle of the god of death was already on his neck.

Kuangfeng looked at him and said.

"Surrender, you have already lost."

Menggot looked at the man in front of him calmly, and said with 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 already 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 and use your channels to speak out, telling your soldiers to defect to the Alliance and fire at the Willant people... I believe that even if most people will hesitate, someone will definitely do so."

"This war will not end. We will continue to fight on your land. Triumph City will send out its troops as you wish and announce an endless expedition. We also have no reason to retreat. We will fight here until the last person, until this place turns from an oasis into a desert, until you shed your last drop of blood..."

Midal's hands and feet turned cold when he heard this, and he looked at the young man in surprise.

Menggot's pupils on the throne shrank slightly, and suddenly he seemed to understand something, and a miserable smile appeared on his face.

"Is this the order of your manager..."

"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 Bicester 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 pupils did not move, as if weighing the pros and cons, and as if 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? Only future generations can 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.

"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 holding his gunshot wound 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.

Whether it is decent or not...