The silent front line was filled with silent slaughter, and the trenches engraved on the earth were like unsheathed knives.

It took only five days for the Coalition to besiege the city of Avent with trenches and cut off all possible tunnels to the outside world.

The soldiers of the Southern Army standing on the front line saw with their own eyes that the kind of engineering equipment equipped with tracks on both sides with half-man-high drill bits on top of the ground and shaking the mountains was digging and "pulling" the trenches out like under their noses.

Now that the soldiers of the Alliance have taken their positions one after another, the sound of artillery from time to time is like an increasingly rapid drumbeat.

No surprises......

This is the final battle.

There was no fear in Quincy's heart, no fear, and even a hint of relief.

About half a year ago, his 340,000-strong squad was routed by the Skeleton Corps near Ridpur County, Lion State, Borneo Province, and it was from that moment that his nightmare began.

First was the humiliation of the front-line soldiers of the 360,000th Brigade, and then the white eyes of the staff of the logistics office of Xifan Port.

Even if he fought to the last moment, even if he wanted to explain that his opponent was not a Brahma but a volunteer of the Alliance, in the eyes of those compatriots, he still could not take off the hat of a coward, and it was still a shame that had disgraced the face of the Wilantes.

When he went to Eternal Night Harbor with the letter of his wounded retirement, his compatriots there laughed and asked him why he didn't die.

The boys of the entire Southern Army flocked to the front with loyalty and fanaticism, but he was out of step with his surroundings like a retrograde on the highway.

He was then transferred to a sanatorium on the outskirts of the province of Batoya, where he stayed with other wounded who had retired from the front.

Although there are some crazy people in the nursing home who get sick and crazy from time to time, the vast majority of people lie quietly in the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

It was only then that he felt a little more at peace when he was kicked around like a ball.

It didn't take long for him to realize that it wasn't peace.

It's about forgetting.

It's not just Tyr who forgets them.

Almost everyone in the entire Southern Legion was involved in this conspiracy, tacitly excluding them, the "losers", from the margins of society.

They are like bagasse rolled out of a juicer, thrown into a trash can with white plastic bags, slowly rotting in corners that no one can see.

Ironically, just as he was about to resign himself to the rest of his life, the people who had abandoned him turned him out of the trash can and awarded him the Order of the Centurion.

The Southern Army was at the end of its rope.

What has already burned once, they must burn again.

Quincy had nothing else in mind, but silently loaded his rifle.

Hurry up -

End this ordeal!

The rain and dew finally approached, and the roaring explosions and billowing smoke made the rookies behind the bunkers change their faces in unison.

There are also those who are scared to pee their pants.

And at that moment, a hoarse roar was vented from the staccato broadcast.

"Warriors! Behind us is the city of Avent! ”

"There are your parents, your children, your beloved!"

"Our enemies will wipe us off this planet! We must not let them succeed! ”

"We are not just defending the glory of the Legion today! And the glory of Marshal Julius! The dignity of the people of Willante! ”

"Fight! Descendants of Julius! Let them keep their eyes open and take a good look, the Willantes are invincible! ”

The eyes of the young men who were scared to pee their pants rekindled their fighting spirit, and the old man who was over half a hundred years old also stretched out his hand tremblingly, painfully picking up the gun leaning against the bunker.

Quincy's heart was unwavering.

He had heard too many similar words, and he had long been numb to these inspiring words.

Suddenly, a strange thought suddenly occurred to him.

Perhaps—

The survivors of Avent City had said something similar.

History is like a circle, unconsciously round again.

"Ready to fight ——!"

Almost at the same time that hoarse roar rang out, a cannonball landed beside the bunker not far from Quincy.

The two rookies, who had the courage to poke out of cover and fire because of the commander's shouting, were blown up and flew backwards like kites with broken strings.

"Hidden! Stay in bunker! Wait until they're close before you fight! ”

Quincy's eyes were red as she glared at the stupefied recruits, and with a roar they retracted into cover.

Shell after shell fell, washing their positions from head to toe.

At the same time, dozens of bulldozers started their engines in unison, and with huge buckets supporting stacks of sandbags piled up into small hills, they advanced towards the defensive line on the edge of the city of Avant.

Quincy, who was observing the Alliance's position through the gap in the cover, her pupils shrank suddenly, obviously she didn't expect this thing to play like this.

An anti-tank infantryman set up an iron-fisted bazooka and pulled the trigger on one of the bulldozers.

The speeding rocket hit the shield-like sandbag wall impartially, but only exploded a string of orange-red sparks, and did not even make a wave.

This armor-piercing projectile, which uses metal jets to kill targets, works wonders against hard armor, but it has no way to run into sandbags.

The tanks of the Southern Legion have been exhausted, and there are almost only infantry and light armor left in the entire city of Avent, and the officers of the Southern Legion are almost no longer tempered in the face of this disdainful way of fighting.

The soldiers of the Death Corps stepped out of the trenches, grabbed their rifles and followed behind the cheap and useful bulldozers.

On the other side, the armored formations of the Skeleton Corps also attacked!

Chimera armored vehicles rushed to the front of the battle with milky white smoke screens, and fired at the bunkers in the city with 37mm rapid-fire guns.

Streams of orange-yellow tracer light jumped on the ground, crushing the thousand-strong team stationed at the edge of the city.

The bulldozers, which were following the frontal advance, finally approached the edge of the position, and the edge of the leading soldier paddled and yelled at the communication channel.

"For the Alliance!"

"Whoa!"

The trumpets and shouts of death resounded, and the players of the nearly 1,000 Death Corps rushed out of cover almost simultaneously and launched a charge towards the position of the Southern Legion that was close at hand.

The distance between the two sides is less than ten steps!

In the face of the fire that gradually formed a cross-situation, the bunker of one wall had lost its effect.

But it doesn't hurt —

Hand-to-hand street fighting is exactly what the Death Corps is best at!

Almost at the same time as the Death Corps launched their charge, the machine guns on the Willant's position also "suddenly" rang out.

In the face of the suppressive firepower of the Alliance, they have been dormant under the rubble for a long time, and now they are finally able to play.

Deadly tracer light was like catkins blown by the wind, and rushed towards the Death Corps against the noisy artillery fire, harvesting several heads in just a few breaths.

However, in just a few breaths, the Union shells landed near the machine-gun bunkers as if they had eyes.

The roar of explosions and billowing smoke followed, and the flickering flames almost stuck to the edge of their lines, sending the machine-gun bunkers into the sky along with the nearby concrete bunkers.

The recruits of the Southern Legion were blown up and looked confused, and the veterans were dumbfounded.

Including Quincy –

Looking at the Union soldiers who were charging on the edge of the artillery fire, there was an expression of disbelief written on his face.

These guys......

Aren't they afraid of death?!

This is indeed the case.

The soldiers in gas masks and body armor rushed forward in the face of the rain of bullets and bullets of the Southern Legion.

First line of defense contact!

The Union soldiers who rushed into the concrete ruins immediately engaged in a hand-to-hand battle with the Southern legionnaires hiding behind the shooting bunkers!

Gunfire rang out one after another, from the roar of shotguns to the strafing of submachine guns and rifles.

A soldier in a gas mask was scanted by a machine gun, but before he could fall to the ground, another soldier in a gas mask rushed up and smashed the gunner's skull with a shotgun.

The whole battlefield is in chaos!

Blood and brains flew everywhere, hanging from the shattered concrete positions.

Even Tyr's most fanatical soldiers were terrified at this moment.

It's like they can't be killed!

Under the fierce attack of the Death Corps, the first line of defense was quickly torn apart.

Without a trace of hesitation, the mole, who was sweeping in the distance, seized the fighter plane and immediately gave the order to attack.

Thirty Chimera armored vehicles covered twelve tanks, like daggers forged from steel, stabbed through the wounds cut by the Death Corps.

"Hahaha! Die! ”

The gunner crouching in the Chimera armored car pulled the trigger, and more than a dozen 37-mm armor-piercing incendiary bombs wiped out a whole team of ten people hiding behind the bunker in just a moment!

The smell of burnt meat wafted from under the tunnel covered by the broken bricks and tiles, and a black corpse lay on the ground.

Lying in the pile of dead men, the soldiers of the Southern Army raised their bazookas and tried to return fire, but because they were stuck at a safe distance, they were unable to penetrate the Chimera's armor, and instead were shot in the head by the infantry who followed behind the armored body.

Faced with the armored forces that rushed to the face, the Southern legionnaires who were still resisting fell into despair, either launching a suicidal charge or dropping their weapons and fleeing to the rear.

The whole battle quickly went from white-hot to one-sided, and the sound of artillery fire in the distance also stopped one after another.

It took less than half an hour for the two player corps to take the main southern entrance to the city of Avent, and to wipe out the three thousand-strong teams guarding the place.

The edge paddled to gather the captured captives into a relatively open field, and then instructed the remaining brethren to build a simple defensive position with sandbags from bulldozers, in case the Confederate Legionnaires who had retreated to the rear were reinvigorated and killed.

However, this is not very likely.

Judging from the equipment captured on the front-line positions, the weapons and ammunition of these three thousand-man teams combined could not catch up with the city defense army of Eternal Night Harbor, not to mention the quality of the soldiers, many of them were even sent to the front line to make up the numbers.

If it was changed to half a year ago, this kind of battle would have to be fought for half a day, and the victory or defeat could be seen.

After a brief interrogation of the captive, Edge paddled over to the Mole Brother and shared the information he had asked for from the captive.

“…… We were just fighting three thousand troops under the 2,000,000th Wing of the Home Defense Force, commanded by Commander Baldwin. ”

"Baldwin?" A little surprise appeared on the mole's face, "This name sounds familiar. ”

Edge paddling said with a smile.

"The 370,000 troops in the Borneo Provincial Theater of Operations, Akale County, we captured the 360,000 Woolf, and let the 370,000 troops who came to reinforce run away...... Remember? It's kind of an old acquaintance. ”

Hearing the great victory in Akale County, the mole finally remembered the name and showed a sudden expression.

"Oh, I remember...... A hammer! Gan! When you fought that game, Lao Tzu was still waiting for the resurrection! ”

At that time, it seems that the war criminal named Woolf took his head with the 360,000th team.

But this guy didn't end well, and is now serving his sentence in a prisoner of war camp in Golden Gallen Harbor.

"Haha." Edge paddling smiled heartily, "It seems to be true!" ”

That battle was a turning point in the Borneo Theater of Operations, and it was also the first battle of the Death Corps in the Borneo Theater.

At that time, the "Survivor Daily" of Golden Gallen Harbor spent a full three pages describing the entire battle, and the floating corpses killed by both sides at the bend of the river were all over the field, and the blood flowed like a river!

It is said that it was then that he met Ischer......

Thinking of the deceased old man, the edge paddling gradually stopped laughing, and the corners of the raised mouth collapsed unconsciously.

As we walked along the way, some of them suddenly disappeared.

“…… It's already the final battle, and I thought they would come up with some new tricks. ”

Glancing at the edge of losing his smile, the mole could probably guess who he was thinking of, so he changed the subject playfully.

"What else could there be? If they had ever had that thing, they should have taken it out a long time ago. ”

A portable anti-tank missile with tracking function may be counted as one.

Relying on that thing, the Southern Army managed to knock out two of their No. 3 tanks.

But even so, so what?

All-out war is a collision of systems and systems, and it is very difficult for one or two pieces of equipment or one or two strongmen to influence the direction of war.

Not even the "death agent", a weapon of strategic destruction, could not be done.

The edge paddling also said with some reluctance.

"But isn't that what most games look like? The strongest are all behind......"

The mole in the canyon made a helpless expression.

"You also said it's a normal game."

RTS games are not.

Including strategy, management, farming games are not.

For example, Civilization 6.

Once the player takes the lead in lighting up the nuke, the game is essentially over if it weren't for the achievement, the pursuit of cultural victory, and the flight.

The snowball that rolls out in the early stage will inevitably become a curse to compress the game time in the later stage, and the best solution can only be opened again...... And this is a curse that no strategy game can escape.

But it's also interesting to watch the snowball get bigger a little bit, if this snowball is as big as a boogie no matter how you rub it, what's the point of the ups and downs they have experienced along the way?

"Me...... Now I want to see what it looks like five light years away, and I want to see if Ah Guang has baked this cake out. ”

The edge paddled and scratched the back of his head.

"I'm more worried about whether there is an open beta or not."

The mole said with a smile.

"Haha, is there any difference? The Wasteland Age is coming to an end. ”

The only thing left of the torn legion is the Southern Legion, a stubborn donkey living in the old era, and there should be no opponent who can make the alliance use all its strength in the future.

Eastern Empire? The New Confederate?

Count it as a competitor.

Borneo?

By the time they've had enough of playing the battle royale game, they don't know if it's decades later.

Of course, at this time, if Ah Guang wants to work the whole thing, he can also change the name of the game to "Starry Sky OL" or "New Era OL" for another round of closed beta.

But what the hell is that guy trying so hard for?

Until now, he doesn't know which mysterious company developed this game, or maybe it is really a blind box given to human civilization by a higher civilization, as the rumors say.

Maybe Ah Guang ......

Actually, it doesn't exist?

This strange brain hole suddenly appeared in the mole's brain, and suddenly I wanted to draw a notebook.

He hadn't painted for a long time, and his hands were rusty.

Just when the two old things sighed that time was really fast and they were about to clear the customs, and they didn't know what happened to the crows and mutated leeches that day, Irena, who had cleaned up the battlefield, was going to lie down at the mobile save point.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a familiar face from the group of captives squatting on the ground, and he couldn't help but stop.

Looking at the grizzled young man, he greeted.

"Hey, where have I seen you?"

Quincy, who was crouching on the ground, raised her head and looked at Irena blankly, obviously stunned.

Gradually, his face changed.

"You...... You are ......"

"Oh, I remember," Irena said with a wicked smile on her face and a gesture of shooting with her hand, "you're the one from that day...... A rookie in the 340,000th team. ”

It was also fate, near a railway station on the northwest side of Rydpur County.

The entire skeleton corps went from full to the last one left, and the same as the 340,000 troops they recruited, there was only such a living person left.

Since the strategic goal has been achieved, it is the same whether to kill this guy or not, Irena let him go for the sake of fate, but she didn't expect to meet again.

Quincy was dumbfounded, looking at him with an incomprehensible expression.

The look seemed to ask why.

“…… You're alive? ”

He saw with his own eyes that the rocket artillery of the 360,000th squad covered the entire position!

Even the steel turned into molten iron in that scorching heat!

How could this guy still be alive?!

Irena didn't answer his question, just pinched her chin and muttered to herself.

"Alive...... Well, this is a very interesting question, the so-called death is life, so can people who can't die be considered really alive? This question has actually bothered me for a long time, what am I to 'this world', a foodie? ”

After thinking for a long time and not having an answer, he crouched down and patted the young man on the shoulder with a smile.

"Why don't you think about it for us, anyway, when the new era comes, you have a lot of time to do this."

Quincy looked at him stunned, then nodded slowly after a moment.

He had indeed heard rumors of the Coalition using clones to fight before, but he had never seen such a smart clone.

Seeing that the NPC was so obedient, Irena smiled and put a piece of candy in his hand.

"Just take it as an advance deposit, don't thank me, I took it from Brother Big Eyes...... Hahaha! ”

After saying that, he smiled and waved his hand, put his rifle on his shoulder, and walked away humming a little song.

The fortified fortress had cracked a crack, and the sound of the approaching cannon gave hope to the survivors huddled under the rubble to put an end to it.

At the same time, a massive landing operation was also underway in the north of the province of Batoya.

The 1.17 million men, who had been forced to defect to the province of Wiellant a few months earlier because they had refused to shoot at their compatriots, were re-killed in landing craft under the leadership of Captain Bofi Kawan.

Looking at the warships lined up on the sea, Captain Murwan, who led the 100,000th squad of the servant army, had despair written on his face.

That's the fleet of the South Sea Alliance!

At the moment when he hesitated, the thick naval guns and cruise missiles were already beckoning to his position.

The roaring artillery fire tore the beachhead bunker to shreds, and the 1,170,000 squad re-ascended to the same place where they had fled!

In addition to the infantry, there are also "Alligator" amphibious armored vehicles produced from the North Island of the South China Sea Alliance, and "Sea Lion" power armor using deuterium-tritium fusion reactors!

In the face of this torrent of steel crashing ashore along the waves, the 100,000-strong team collapsed almost at the touch of a button, and was washed away without even being able to put up effective resistance.

At the same time, the impassioned roar echoed in the communication channel of the 1.17 million troops.

"For the glory of Marshal Julius!"

"For the glory of the Willant!"

"For liberation!"

"Let's save our fellow citizens from hell! Crush these rats! ”

Now that the Willant Alliance has withstood the refugee offensive launched by the Southern Legion, and the Alliance from the East has also landed under the city of Avent, they no longer need to throw a rat trap.

The Archon of Triumph, Pangolin, stood on the steps of the Glory Courtyard and gave a speech, denouncing Tyre for a series of crimes, including the murder of Saisail Harbor and the use of civilians as bullets, and declared war on Tyre and his henchmen on behalf of the Willant Alliance!

Only the 1.17 million troops landed first, and soon there will be 20 more 10,000 troops to the front line!

Unable to withstand the ferocious onslaught, Moore could only retreat in the direction of the city of Avent.

The forces of the Willant Alliance are advancing southward, echoing the Coalition that has already invaded the outskirts of Avent City!

It's not just the ground –

The encirclement and suppression of the steel airships of the Southern Army is also ongoing.

With the help of the Academy, the Alliance successfully loaded the phase cannon onto the train, and in the face of irreparable defeat, ten of the remaining twenty airships of the Southern Legion had defected.

Half of them joined the Eastern Empire, while the rest defected to Triumph City.

Now Tyr is like a tiger in a cage with its teeth pulled out, and there is no chance of turning the tables around.

Even what he regarded as the "death pill" of his hole cards was now killed in the southern part of the province of Wiellant by means of physical isolation, and became a joke worse than Rowell's red clay.

The last hole card of the Southern Legion was also tossed by him.

There was no one left to accompany him in the charge again......