This Game is Too Real Chapter 441

   Chapter 441 The Arrow is on the String

  Petra Fortress.

  Accompanied by two light pickup trucks, Earl Ruskin, who shared a motorcycle with his servants, drove out of the city with a livid face.

With his arms on the window, the captain of the personal guard sitting in the passenger seat of the pickup truck waved his hand, motioned the driver to speed up and approach the past, and said with a smile to Earl Ruskin who was outside the window.

   "If you need help, remember to shout louder, we're not that stingy and will come to help you."

   "I don't need your help! Thank goodness you stay away from me!"

Glancing at the machine gun in the back of the pickup truck, Ruskin's brows twitched, and he turned his face to face the roaring wind and shouted, "Can you put that thing away! We're not going to war...you think Kill me?"

   What if you misunderstand your friends from afar?

   The captain of the bodyguard and the driver exchanged glances with strange expressions, but they didn't quite understand what he meant, but they finally accepted this strange request.

   He stretched his hand out the window and patted the roof of the car.

   "The machine guns are put away first."

   "Yes!" Hearing the captain's order, the machine gunner standing behind the pickup truck skillfully removed the 10mm heavy machine gun stuck on the bracket.

   The same goes for another pickup truck.

   At the same time, the two pickup trucks slowed down and kept their distance from Earl Ruskin, who was riding a motorcycle ahead.

   Looking at the pickup truck, Ruskin finally breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a little.

  Although he was critical of City Lord Shane's orders, and even though he knew that the group of jackals were all things that eat people without spitting out bones, he still had a little bit of fantasy in his heart.

  What if there is any misunderstanding between the two parties?

   If he can defuse the misunderstanding beautifully and turn the cannon into bread, he will undoubtedly become the hero of the Petra fortress, and even the hero of saving the kingdom.

  The nobles of Petra Fortress have always had a dream, that is, like the Silvermoon City in the south, to obtain the power of republic and autonomy, and get rid of the shackles of feudal contracts.

  The Petra family, loyal to the royal family, was the biggest obstacle.

   If he can reach a friendly agreement with the Legion through this, perhaps his family's long-cherished wish will be realized!

   This is of course full of risk.

   But it might not be an opportunity.

"Hurry up!" Earl Ruskin, who regained his courage, regained his high-spirited expression, looked at the dashboard of the motorcycle, and urged the servant on the motorcycle, "Did you not eat? Or didn't you fill up the motorcycle? How come it's only forty yards!"

   "My lord... The road conditions here can only go up to forty yards, and we'll fly faster if we go faster." The servant said with tears in his eyes.

   "Useless stuff."

  Ruskin scolded, knowing that urging was useless, so he stopped talking.

   A convoy of two pickups and a motorcycle quickly approached the area near the Lost Valley.

   Crossing the stacked dunes and looking at the valley looming in the yellow sand in the distance, Ruskin felt his heart beating faster.

   "Front! It's the front!"

   He shouted loudly.

   The two pickups behind him got closer, and the captain of the guard stuck his head out of the window and shouted at him.

   "Do you want us to follow?"

   "No! You wait for me here! I'll be back soon!"

   Ruskin, who dropped this sentence, urged the servant to go forward with full force.

  Although the servant's shoulders trembled at the thought of the legion's camp in front of him, he didn't dare to disobey the Lord Earl's order, so he could only bite the bullet and twist the accelerator.

  The dust from the tires quickly attracted the attention of the other side.

   After a while, two tricycles drove over from a distance.

   Seeing the Legion's flag, Ruskin's face was delighted, and he was about to wave and shout when two gunshots came from the opposite side.

  The bullet landed on the sand next to him, and the servant who drove the motorcycle hurriedly turned a corner, turned the direction and fled towards the road where he came.

  Ruskin was also taken aback. He didn't expect to shoot without saying hello from the other side, and hurriedly shouted behind him.

   "Don't shoot! I'm Count Ruskin of Petra Fortress! There might be some misunderstanding between us! Why don't we sit down and talk-"

However-

   All he heard was the sound of gunfire.

  Those people didn't say a word of hello. They opened fire when they saw someone. After approaching a distance of about a hundred meters, the machine gunner sitting in the co-pilot of the tricycle pulled the trigger and opened fire.

   "Thumbs up—!"

  The thick and long flames were sprayed, and the bullets flew around the sand dunes. Although they were not accurate, they could not hold up too many.

  The severe pain in his leg made Ruskin shiver for a while, and he almost fainted, and he fell on the back of the servant.

   "Sir? Are you all right—"

   Looking at his left leg that was bleeding profusely, Ruskin spat out intermittent half-words in a trembling voice.

   "Quick... run!"

   The off-road performance of the three-wheeled motorcycle is still a little worse than that of the two-wheeled motorcycle, and it has not caught up with him. The captain of the personal guard who came with him heard the gunshots and brought people to support him in time.

The    machine gun was put back on the mounting bracket.

  The two pickups stopped on the nearest sand dune, and the machine gunner skillfully pulled the bolt to load it, venting the fire of the heavy machine gun towards the tricycle that crossed the dune.

   A string of dust splashed on the desert, and the three-wheeled motorcycle that rushed in front was instantly beaten into a sieve.

  The driver was killed on the spot, and the two crew members jumped out of the car, using the motorcycle as a cover and using rifles to attack the pickup truck on the dunes, but could not withstand the ferocious firepower of the heavy machine gun, and soon followed in the footsteps of the driver in front.

   And the other three-wheeled motorcycle escaped back to the reverse **** of the dune behind.

   While the pursuers were being suppressed by firepower, Earl Ruskin's servants rode a motorcycle, carrying his master and fled in the direction of the two pickups.

   And the master lying on his back has lost his voice.

just now…

   His master seemed to have been shot again in the back.

   A flare was raised on the backslope of the desert, and the captain of the guard sitting in the passenger seat of the pickup truck frowned, and his right fist stuck out of the window and waved back.

   "Retreat!"

   Camp not far away.

   Looking at the flares rising into the sky and listening to the sound of gunshots in the distance, General McClen, who was standing on the airport runway, frowned, picked up the binoculars and glanced to the west, but couldn't see anything.

   It's too far from here.

   he asked the officer standing by.

   "What's the situation over there."

  The officer obviously didn't know the situation, but he responded fairly quickly and replied immediately.

   "Over there is the defense area in charge of Centurion Wester, and his men should be patrolling that area today."

General    McClane put down his telescope.

   "Call him here."

"Yes!"

   The officer turned and left.

   It didn't take long for a strong man to come over, stand straight and give a military salute.

   "Report! There were two pickup trucks and a motorcycle in the west, probably a caravan from the nearby oasis. They killed three of our squires... I have already sent someone to chase."

   Hearing that only a few retinues had died, General McClen did not ask any further questions. In the past two days, there have been unsightly merchants going this way.

   "Don't worry about the business, let your people not chase too far, pay attention to the patrols in the defense area, and the plane will come in a while."

   "Yes!" Wyside gave a military salute, turned and trotted away.

   Watching him leave, General McClen frowned slightly.

do not know why…

   A strong unease always crept up in his mind from time to time.

   However, this unreasonable emotion soon disappeared with the appearance of a silver shadow in the distance.

  The temporary tower next to the runway received a landing request.

  The silver plane with a length of more than ten meters and a wingspan of dozens of meters quickly lowered its landing gear after approaching the runway, and landed on the runway with rolling sand and dust.

  The plane stopped on the side of the runway, the gangway was lowered, and the ground staff hurriedly drove a forklift and a fuel truck to surround it.

   Of course, this precious jet could not be handed over to the squires to be piloted, and several of the pilots were noble Wieland.

  The two pilots went down the gangway and gave a military salute in front of General McClen. One of them raised his head and said.

   "Leader of the 11th Army Aviation Squadron of the 10,000th Army, and H-55 main pilot, Curran, is reporting to you!"

  General McClane raised his hand and returned a military salute. He looked at the plane next to him and couldn't help but be overjoyed.

  H-55 "Hurricane" bomber!

  Twin jet engines, the fuselage is made of special alloy steel, the limit speed can reach Mach 2!

  Although it is positioned by the Army Command as a tactical bomber to support front-line troops, it can also perform strategic bombing missions due to its high-strength airframe armor and durability, as well as the powerful breakthrough performance brought by high-power engines.

   is called the tank flying in the sky!

   Or a butcher's scalpel!

   Following the Hurricane bomber landing, there is also a wingman responsible for escorting, or attracting firepower-H-44 "Sabre" fighter.

   Compared with the "Hurricane", it is undoubtedly much smaller in size. Not only is it a single-engine jet engine, but the fuselage is also made of a lighter titanium alloy.

  Although this fighter is positioned to compete for air supremacy and solve high-threat targets that propeller aircraft cannot deal with, because this equipment is designed by the research institute under the Army Command, its ground support capability is also not weak.

  The 20mm cannon mounted on the nose has an astonishing 500 rounds of ammunition, and two expensive TV bullets are mounted under the wings.

   As for why not hang empty bombs?

   Because Luoxia Province doesn't even have propeller planes.

   If you know in advance that there is an alliance in the River Valley Province, and if you know in advance that the Pioneer is going to go to the great desert to find Refuge 0, the Legion might be prepared to send it from the west.

  Unfortunately there is no if.

   General McLen stretched out his right hand and shook hands with the two tall pilots, and said happily.

   "The stage is ready for you! Let those bugs see what purgatory on earth is!"

   Curran grinned and shook the right hand of the hapless general.

   "I'm here to do this."

  Although Griffin did not inform McLenn of the entire plan in advance, he was a colleague who had been working with him for so many years. McLenn knew what fart he was planning to do as soon as the sly skunk pouted.

  There is no doubt that the "Hurricane" bomber is a nuclear bomb—

   That three-phase bomb with an equivalent of one million tons!

   At this time, there were sporadic gunshots in the distance, and Curran, who was shaking hands with General McClen, turned his head subconsciously and glanced in the west direction.

"what's the situation?"

   General McClane said with a smile.

"It's probably the wastelanders nearby. It's near Oasis No. 4, don't worry about them... Those scumbags don't dare to care about us. By the way, before I came here, from that stinky... old guy from Griffin Got a few bottles of red wine, do you want to try it?"

   Curran quickly waved his hand and declined with a smile.

   "No... There are still tasks at night, and the wine of victory should wait until we return!"

  Iron Heart of Steel leaving the Riverdale is the perfect time to bomb.

   But that doesn't mean the mission is risk-free.

  There is also an old survivor force in the southern part of the River Valley Province. It is called Boulder City, and it is said that it is also part of the alliance.

   There are a lot of equipment left by the post-war reconstruction committee, and the combat effectiveness is a question mark. It is difficult to say whether it will pose a threat to the "Hurricane" bomber.

  This is the only nuclear bomb that was transported from tens of thousands of kilometers away. In order to make sure nothing goes wrong, they plan to wait until it gets dark and carry out the bombing mission under the cover of night.

  Nuclear strike is different from tactical bombing. It does not require too precise coordinates and visual observation of the ground. It only needs to fly to an approximate position, press the switch, and then step on the accelerator to the end.

   Hearing that the time to perform the mission was at night, McLen was overjoyed and smiled knowingly.

   "Then wait for your good news!"

   The thought of the bugs that climbed into his airship would soon be burnt to ashes under the shock wave of a nuclear explosion made him happy.

Pity.

   Could not see their trembling faces before the end.

the other side.

  Petra Fortress, the gate of the heavily guarded prison.

   Accompanied by several guards, a man with a muscular knot and a gray face passed through the tall stone gate and was released.

   "Remember to keep your mouth shut, you won't be so lucky next time."

   gave the big man a warning look, and the bearded captain of the guard waved his hand and left with his subordinates.

  The door slammed shut.

   When the footsteps were no longer audible, the man spit on the ground and turned around cursing.

   At the same time he turned around, he saw two people and a bear standing at the intersection not far away, and the expression on his face suddenly became embarrassed.

   hesitant.

   touched the back of his head, and he finally braved his head and walked forward, greeted his employers, and muttered.

   "Sorry boss, things went wrong..."

"fine."

   Glancing at his disgraced face, Si Si couldn't help raising his eyebrows and looked at the prison behind him, "Did they beat you up?"

   The man said embarrassedly.

   "Uh... this was done before."

  Siss' expression was slightly lost.

  It's a pity that this blue and purple injury was not caused during detention, otherwise, a sum of compensation from the city lord would be fooled.

   However, it doesn't matter if there is none.

   A contented man lives long.

   nodded to show understanding, Sisi continued.

   "What are your plans for the future?"

   The man said with a wry smile.

   "I'm going to try my luck at Silvermoon City in the south... I probably won't be able to stay here."

  After he was sent in, several brothers in the mercenary group quickly confessed his identity as the main criminal. This brother must have no choice.

   Actually, they weren't even brothers.

   Everyone is just a member to make money and make a living together. There are only six or seven people in the mercenary group.

  Siss nodded, not surprised by this, and continued.

   "If you don't have a place to go, just follow old Boomer. The White Bear Knights' station needs security... Well, if you're interested, go there and be the security captain."

  Petra City Lord intends to set up a station for the White Bear Knights to help them carry out the charity act of helping refugees more easily.

   Honestly, there are a lot of misunderstandings in this, for example, she actually wants to take advantage of this rare opportunity to help everyone make a fortune.

   But the water that was spilled out of the words was too late to take back.

   "They came here under the guidance of the gods to help those poor people" - this is what she said herself.

   The moment he heard this sentence, the man was stunned, looking at the lady in front of him with a look of disbelief, and even broke his voice in excitement.

   "You...you still want me?"

   Looking at the man who took a step forward, Sisi took a step back in disgust and glanced at the guy.

   "Don't say such a strange thing, or I'll change my mind."

   "No, no, I didn't mean to disrespect you!"

   The job opportunity he received almost slipped away because of his mouth, and the mercenary chief quickly explained, and his voice became incoherent.

   "I just...don't quite understand, I obviously screwed up what you said-"

"Everyone has a first time, and everyone is from inexperienced to skilled," Sisi interrupted, looking at the grateful guy and continued, "Of course, you have already used up a chance, if I'll screw things up next time—"

   "You will kill me! No, you don't have to do it, I will bury myself in front of you!"

  The mercenary chief looked loyal, and said in a sincere and respectful tone, "You may not remember my name, my name is Jody! It's an honor to continue to serve you."

   Regardless of whether the loyal expression was fake or heartfelt, Sisi nodded in satisfaction.

   The regional prestige of the White Bear Knights will probably peak after this war, and in fact they have already gained the trust of the local city lord.

   However, it is impossible for them to stay here to manage the fixed assets that cannot be taken away, and they have made an appointment to travel to more distant places.

   So the best option is to find a reliable local person to help with hosting.

  For example, old Boomer is a good choice, honest, capable, religious, and owes them a life.

   But even so, she is still reluctant to use interests to test human nature and put everything in the hands of one person.

   Money and guns are better distributed to two different people.

   After that, she will hire an NPC from the trade union in Dawn City to be responsible for the account management, so that she can keep abreast of the situation here at any time.

  Since this game claims to be 100% real, she naturally has to do her best to be foolproof.

   Hearing the name of the mercenary, Tail suddenly said.

   "Oh! Jody! Thinking of changing the name?"

  The mercenary said immediately.

   "Please give me your name, Miss!"

   Waiting for this sentence, Tail gave a thumbs up with shining eyes.

   "You will be called Jojo from now on!"

  The mercenary looked blank, but nodded.

   "Okay lady... I'll be called Jojo from now on."

   meat meat: "…"

  Siss said with a subtle expression.

   "A'ao's name is similar to that of the master manager."

  Tail looked at Sisi in surprise.

   "Eh?! Is my name so awesome?"

  Siss raised his hand.

   "Oh! It's amazing!"

   Rou Rou urged, dumbfounded.

   "All in all, things have been done, let's go back quickly, it's too pitiful for Sesame Paste to stay there alone."

   Regardless of whether the city lord and the nobles completely believed Si Si's nonsense, at least the old man in the white robe was fooled and lame.

   I heard that he planned to write to the capital to tell the esteemed high priest and His Majesty the King.

  Silver Moon Goddess performed miracles to protect her people!

   Is there anything more exciting than this?

   This is indeed an exciting thing for the believers of the Silver Moon Sect, but not necessarily for them.

   She always had a bad premonition.

   Trouble is yet to come…

   At the same time, Earl Ruskin, who was on an envoy to the Lost Valley, was carried back by the captain of the Guards of Lord Shane.

   was shot in the leg and back, and Ruskin was dying on a stretcher, his face even paler from the blood loss.

  The palace of the lord.

  The nobles gathered here were silent, even the one with the loudest voice on weekdays was stunned by this tragic scene that he couldn't bear to look directly at.

   Sitting on the stone chair, Sean admired the expressions on the faces of these cowards with satisfaction, and a cold smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

  Look.

   This is what happens to cowards.

  Ruskin's lips trembled as he squeezed out a voice of horror and anger.

   "The Legion...they don't intend to talk to us at all! Those savages! No, they are beasts! There is no way to communicate with them in the language of civilized people!"

   got up from the stone chair.

  Sion walked down the steps, glanced at Ruskin lying on the stretcher, and said lightly.

   "You have to thank that lady for giving you a chance to come back alive."

   If riding a horse.

   He had no chance to escape at all.

  Ruskin's face was full of humiliation, and he turned his face to look at the woman standing in the corner of the crowd, and almost squeezed the words out of his teeth.

"thanks…"

  Siss shrugged, but did not speak, and the expression on his face also did not change.

   She just doesn't want to waste time on such an irrelevant NPC, and his death or life obviously won't have any effect on the next game plot.

   But if it was on horseback, it would take a lot of time, and it would probably be two or three days before Petra Fortress found his body.

   "What did you see there?" Sion looked at the captain of his own guard.

   The reason why he was sent out of the city with Earl Ruskin was not so much to monitor whether the idiot was doing well, but to inquire about the situation over the Lost Valley.

   As early as when Ruskin left the city, he had already ordered the troops in the fortress to prepare.

   The captain of the guard gave a military salute.

   "The size of the garrison is about 10,000 people. The construction on the north side of the camp has been suspended and is probably completed. Before leaving there, I noticed a plane flying from the northwest, and it seemed to have landed there."

   "Airplane?" Sean frowned.

The crowd around    immediately spread a commotion.

   Fear and anger were written all over their faces, and even those who had doubted the prophecy before now showed surprised expressions.

   "Aircraft... Where are they repairing the airstrip?"

   "Those people really plan to attack the Petra Fortress!"

   "Has the Lion Kingdom fallen?"

   "The spirit of the sand sea is above... Those greedy barbarians really can't get enough to feed!"

   "We shouldn't have waited so long! It's long overdue!"

   Listening to the indignant conversations of the people around, the faces of the White Bear Knights also showed a surprised expression.

   pulled the meat next to him, and asked the tail in a low voice.

   "Does the official website say that the airport is being repaired?"

   She patronized and posted.

   I didn't read those posts very carefully.

   Rou Rou was seriously pouring water, but after thinking about it carefully for a while, he didn't have any impression, and shook his hairy head.

   "It seems... not."

  Tail was startled.

   "giao! Could it be that...the treasure has been found by them?"

   Rourou can't tell whether to laugh or cry.

   "How did you come to this conclusion?"

  Tail gestured with his hands solemnly.

   "You think, the armor of the **** of the sky... must be very big! It's so big, it can't be transported by truck, right? Maybe they built the airport to transport the treasure away..."

   Hearing this random analysis, Rourou's face gradually showed an expression of sudden realization, and his expression became serious.

   "Hey... Maybe it's really possible!"

   The sesame paste standing on the side was dumbfounded.

   "I think if it's really the armor of the **** of the sky, let alone a plane, even a train can't pull it away..."

   Didn't hear the whispers of his teammates, Si Si frowned slightly.

  Although there was no discussion about that airport on the forum, she always felt that the airport was not that simple.

  Oasis No. 9 has not fallen yet.

   And these two days, the manager also brought the Heart of Steel and the Storm Corps to reinforce the Lion Kingdom. Although the Corps and the Falcon Kingdom are powerful, they will not take the initiative to fight on two fronts.

unless…

   There was a glimmer of enlightenment in her eyes, vaguely as if thinking of something.

   "That 'scepter'... Maybe they really found it."

   A pair of eyes looked at her.

  Siss looked at Lord Sion and said with a serious look.

   "The scepter that fell from the sky sealed the evil **** and destroyed the oasis. I am afraid that the evil ritual has already reached the last step... We have no time to hesitate, you must make a decision now!"

  Sean had a kind smile on his face.

   "Looks like we thought of a piece."

   After saying that, he looked at the officials in the court, suddenly withdrew his joking expression, and his expression became solemn.

"I hear the call in the sand, the great will is calling us, and our kingdom is facing the most severe test it has ever faced. Whether our enemy is the Legion or the ancient demons, Petra will be the strongest in the kingdom. Shield!"

   After saying that, he pulled out the saber on his waist and looked at the captain of the Guards, as well as the officers with the same solemn expressions.

   "Gather your subordinates—"

"Ready to fight!"

   (Thanks to the leader of the "Donghai Small Fishing Village" for the reward!!)

   (end of this chapter)

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