Chapter 472 Does this game really have bugs? ?

  The Legion is stationed at the General Headquarters of Luoxia Province.

  When he heard the news that the command post of the 40,000 team had been taken over by the Alliance Airborne Force, Griffin, standing in front of the strategic map, only felt a buzzing in his head, and his consciousness was in a trance for a moment.

  He imagined that the war would not go well when supplies were scarce.

   I also thought that the alliance might have ignored his plan to slow down the troops from the very beginning, and the ultimatum issued by himself could not buy more than 30 days.

   But he never expected that the frontline troops were routing so fast that the preparations in the past nearly a month now looked like a joke.

   After recovering, 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...is the airborne force of the Alliance, the Burning Corps?"

  The correspondent moved his stiff neck and nodded.

   "General Soft said so on the phone..."

   And according to the report of the Falcon Kingdom's 1st Aviation Squadron, they did see the alliance's transport plane heading in the direction of the 40,000th team's command post.

  In order to ensure the smooth landing of the airborne troops, the Alliance even dispatched nearly 80 fighter jets to **** them.

  The centurion named Arcant claimed that he led his subordinates to shoot down more than 70 planes...but it sounds like bragging.

   Griffin was silent for a while, then continued to ask.

   "What else did he say?"

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

  Before hanging up the phone, Softe emotionally scolded Griffin on the communication channel, and said "this **** skunk".

   These words are obviously not something that can be said on this occasion.

  Griffin didn't continue to ask, and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

  It was indeed his miscalculation this time.

  He didn't expect the alliance to be so radical. Before taking position 330, it launched a surprise attack on the command post of the 40,000 team.

  Normal people would think that it is impossible for the command post to have only a few officers issuing orders there, and how could it be equipped with a direct army of the size of a thousand people to support it.

   But if you want to use the airborne troops to lay down a well-prepared army of 1,000 troops, at least you have to prepare more than two troops of 1,000 troops.

  However, the alliance did not follow the routine, risking the entire thousand-man team for nothing, and directly threw the paratroopers down.

   What puzzled him even more was that at the same time that the alliance took down the frontline command post, they also took down the No. 330 highland that was stationed by the thousand-man team directly under it!

   "What's on Height 330?" The staff officer standing aside frowned and asked Griffin a question that he couldn't understand.

"I don't know. The front line communication has not been restored. The last message from General Softt indicated that they intend to retreat in the direction of the 50,000th team. I hope that the 50,000th and 30,000th teams can take over from the 40th to the 49th. Standoff...then no news."

  The correspondent shook his head, speaking quickly, and at the same time carefully glanced at General Griffin.

  That sinking expression seemed to be brewing a terrible storm, as if it would turn into thunderous anger in the next second.

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

   After a long silence, the veteran general spoke slowly.

"What's the time now."

  All the officers around looked at each other in blank dismay.

   No one dared to answer.

   Seeing that everyone was looking at him, although the adjutant felt ten thousand reluctances in his heart, he could only bite the bullet and say.

   "Report! The time is now ten twenty-one."

  Griffin's Adam's apple moved.

   "Twelve hours..."

  He looked at the officers standing beside him.

   "Not even close."

   No one answered, he continued.

"Ten thousand people are lined up on a twenty-kilometer front. My request to them is only to hold on for a while. When retreating, don't retreat so quickly. Use the defensive positions along the way to cause a little trouble for the alliance, so I deliberately set aside A depth of 150 kilometers... However, the answer given by Soft was twelve hours, and it only took twelve hours to lose the depth of 150 kilometers!"

"Even if it's 10,000 pigs! Throw it into that mountain! Let people from the alliance and the enterprise catch it, and it won't last for a **** day! This bunch of waste! What a waste! No pigs!"

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

  His right fist slammed on the map, making a muffled bang, knocking the cup at the corner of the table to the ground, and spilling water all over the floor.

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

   They knew exactly why Griffin had such a big tantrum.

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

  As long as that idiot Fansoft can persist for even three days—or even two days, they won't be as passive as they are now.

This is just great.

   There was a big hole in the line of defense.

   Now no one should say anything to keep the "nail that pierced in" in their pockets. Seeing that this nail is about to poke their faces.

   "Maybe the clones didn't defend—" Trying to appease General Griffin's anger, the adjutant tried to explain profusely, but was interrupted in the middle of speaking.

   "The pigs haven't fought a defensive battle, haven't you!"

   After cursing, Griffin calmed down and calmed himself down.

  The front-line headquarters must be mainly responsible for the rapid retreat, but his side is also not small.

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

  He knows it well.

  I have no time to hesitate.

   After a while, he ordered decisively.

   "Notify the frontline ministries to implement the plan No. 2 as planned!"

  Hearing this sentence, all the officers showed surprised expressions on their faces.

  Plan No. 2 is a plan to retreat to the No. 2 oasis, and pull the alliance to the mainland of the Falcon Kingdom to start a decisive battle with them.

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

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

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

  Even if the situation is not optimistic, it is enough to retreat to the middle of the No. 3 oasis to rebuild the defense line, and it will not be possible to let go of the entire No. 3 oasis.

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

  If the rear know that they have lost all the victories they have achieved in Luoxia Province, there will be even fewer resources and support that can be allocated to their theater.

   Whether it is from the standpoint of the legion commander or the marshal, it is impossible to invest unlimited resources in a plan that is going bankrupt.

  “…Staying here can only wait to be divided and surrounded by them. If you withdraw to the No. 2 oasis, you still have a chance to counterattack.”

   Pausing for a moment, Griffin suddenly remembered that there was still a Saber on duty outside, so he looked at the Army Aviation Commander beside him.

   "Where's Yukar? Has our saber returned?"

  The officer immediately stood up straight and said nervously.

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

  Although this conservative answer seems to leave a little room for maneuver, anyone can tell that hope is very slim.

the reason is simple.

  Jets simply cannot last that long with enough fuel.

   Has not returned yet, there is only one possibility left.

   Griffin closed his eyes in pain.

  Not only were they pierced through the line of defense, they also lost their only "Saber".

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

  …

  G53 position.

  The soldier resting on the hospital bed had just finished the dinner delivered by Miss Penny, when he learned the "bad news" from the next defense zone from Coleway.

  "...The 40,000th team was completely wiped out, and the entire line of defense from 40 to 49 was lost. The alliance tanks have already stabbed us in the back."

   "This bunch of trash... I thought their failure during the day was stupid enough, but I still underestimated their embarrassing ability, and they couldn't even make it through the night!"

  Kerway said cursingly, his tone full of anger.

   But after listening to his statement, the warlord who was tense just now was relieved.

good…

   It seems that he has no doubts about himself.

  Before his good brothers gave him so many heads, he always felt uneasy.

  Especially when he saw on the official website that the corps were progressing so quickly in the next defense area, he was so nervous that he almost didn't eat dinner.

   But now it seems that my worries are purely unnecessary.

   In fact, thinking about it is also true. With his performance all the time, there is no doubt at all. It's not that there are no undercover agents who kill their own people, but it's really not common for undercover agents like him to kill their own people without blinking an eye.

   Not to mention that apart from eating a lot and pulling a lot, there is nothing suspicious about him at all, and his behavior is more normal than normal people.

  If even he can be a sophomore, then everyone in the legion will be a sophomore.

  After quietly listening to Coleway's complaints, the warband asked while he was panting.

   "Does the command have any new arrangements?"

  Kerway didn’t hide anything, and simply said.

   "Plan No. 2."

   Battlefield guy: "Plan No. 2?"

  Colway explained succinctly.

"To put it simply, abandon the No. 3 oasis and withdraw to the No. 2 oasis to reorganize the defense... At present, this is the most effective way. The alliance tanks have torn our pockets. Since the pockets cannot be closed, we can only throw Lost."

  The Zhandi guy actually wants to say it very much. Instead of "simply speaking", it is okay to expand it and explain it in detail. He can remember it even if he doesn't understand it.

  However, he soon realized that his chief was just a commander-in-chief, and it was impossible to understand the entire deployment of the second plan.

   Being able to inquire about the macroscopic movements of the opponent is already very good. The brothers of the Burning Corps will naturally find a way to pry out the specific details of the second plan from the mouth of the big fish caught next door.

  So the Zhandi guy continued to play the role of the pangolin who didn't talk too much, and said concisely.

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

  A gentle smile floated on Kerway's face.

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

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

   "You got promoted again?"

  Kelway said with a smile.

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

  The warlord froze for a moment.

"I?"

  Kerway nodded, cleared his throat and continued.

"In view of your outstanding performance on the front line, my superior plans to transfer you to the officer corps as a consultant, and cooperate with the instructors to train the front-line officers of our 10,000-man team. Blame the **** of the 40,000-man team. The combat effectiveness of the troops requires the frontline troops at all levels to train the grassroots officers... If those useless idiots have half your strength, they will not be so embarrassing!"

   When it came to this point, Kerway couldn't help cursing two difficult-to-understand words.

   Hearing this arrangement, Zhandi heaved a sigh of relief.

  The 40,000th team 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 work would probably be over.

   But looking at it now, the dog planner probably didn't want him to get the power armor so easily, and the undercover probably had to continue working.

   "If we leave, what about the position here? Just leave it alone?"

  Kerway was silent for a while, and gave an ambiguous answer.

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

  The battlefield guy was slightly taken aback.

  But soon he understood the meaning of this sentence.

  In the front-line troops, there are many officers promoted from the retinue army, including his adjutant, as well as the horn bearer and standard bearer.

  They will not receive an order to retreat, but will stay in place with their clone troopers to defend, block the pursuing Alliance troops, and at the same time create the illusion for the Alliance that they have not retreated.

  Thinking of this, a hint of enlightenment suddenly appeared in the eyes of the Zhandi guy.

   No wonder I was suddenly transferred from the front-line combat unit to the officer team of the 50,000th unit.

   I'm afraid the 700th team is one of the remaining troops!

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

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

  He has been deeply involved in the Legion for a long time, and he knows better than any player that in the eyes of most Willanters, alien races are just stepping stones for them to conquer the world, and they are just a more flexible consumable than clone cannon fodder.

  Kerway, who is a pure-blooded Willant, is no exception. Why did he suddenly care about it now?

   Just when the warlord was wondering, Kerway, 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 Willanters, they are also fighters..."

   As he spoke, Kerway looked at the bedridden pangolin.

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

  The field guy nodded.

   "Well, I understand."

   Is this worrying about feeling sorry for those subordinates in position G53-7?

  This worry is actually completely unnecessary.

  He is very clear about his identity as an undercover agent, so he won't get into the drama to empathize with those cheap subordinates who have only known each other for less than half a month.

  Those people, if they were smart, should lay down their arms and surrender when the Alliance comes.

  If they think they can do it because they played a few tailwinds with them...

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

  However, what the warfield guy doesn't know is that in Kerway's eyes, his sensible appearance makes people feel guilty.

  The feeling of losing the robe is not good.

  Kelway himself has a deep understanding of this point.

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

  Although he and that guy were just nodding acquaintances, when he learned that he did not follow McLenne to retreat, but died heroically in Ruigu City, he was still depressed for several days.

"In short... I don't look down on the aliens who fought alongside me. The warriors who are willing to unite under the banner of the legion to restore order are completely different from those wastelanders who are willing to fall in chaos, but an order is an order, and everything is in order. It's for the bigger picture."

   Putting on the officer's cap again, Kerway changed into a calm tone and continued.

   "Take a good rest, I will see you again when I leave."

  The Warzone nodded quietly.

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

  …

Just when the high-level officials of the Legion stationed in Luoxia Province were struggling with the chaos on the front line, on the official website in another world, countless people eating melons and silly netizens were also paying attention to this "national war event" latest developments.

  Although most of the players on the frontline are not offline yet, there will always be someone who actively or passively disconnects to bring first-hand battle reports to the cloud players waiting on the forum and the life professional players behind.

  The entire forum was shocked when it was learned that those beta test players had wiped out a division of the Legion in less than half a day.

  Overbearing and gentle: "Fuck! Awesome!!"

  Nanfeng and Ge: "Have lost a division in half a day?! Fake?!"

  Armor Warrior: "It's really ridiculous. To be reasonable, even if 10,000 people line up to send the head, it will take a few days, right?"

   Walking alone: ​​"+1, not to mention that these 10,000 people are scattered in the 3,000-square-kilometer Gobi Desert."

Professor Yang of the Raiden Dharma King: "You don't understand this. Modern warfare is about organization and logistics. It is no longer the old practice of queuing up and shooting. To win 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 was because the tactical width and strategic depth were too large. In the 3,000-square-kilometer Gobi Desert, there are only a few roads that can be walked. A comparison. When and which way will the troops go, when will the logistics supplies be delivered to where, whether the outpost 20 kilometers away is the enemy's or our own, and where the artillery will go... All these have to be done by a unified Command system to dispatch."

   "Without the unified dispatch of the frontline headquarters, it is impossible to command them all by airdropping warrants from the general headquarters."

  Analyzed the reasons for the failure of the legion, Professor Yang's rhetoric really bluffed many sand sculpture netizens who didn't know the truth.

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

   Cheerful netizen: "What are you bragging about, how many divisions have you commanded?"

  Professor Yang, Thunder King: "Cough, isn't this game just for bragging rights... What the **** are you talking about me, how many times have you directed yourself?"

  Grand Ao Nai I He: "Laugh, what a fool, I said earlier that there is not a single normal person on this forum!"

   Tyrannosaurus Warrior: "Which kind man can give me a helmet, please! T.T"

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

  However, even though there are so many analysis by Xiaoge, the topic of war progress is still overwhelmed by a post from a certain pilot.

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

   As a result, he just came out of the cafeteria, but saw the plane that was supposed to be parked in the hangar, and actually drove onto the runway and took off by himself!

  At the beginning, everyone expressed their disbelief. Even the players in the airport wondered if this guy directed and acted on his own.

   Power short-circuit accidents are not unheard of, but this is the first time that a short-circuited aircraft drove onto the runway and flew by itself.

  No matter how you say it, the take-off posture is a little too skilled, and it is impossible to be so skillful and natural without hundreds of hours of flying time.

  Ward's beriberi Levine: "It's strange... Logically speaking, it's impossible? After a short-circuit accident happened before, we deliberately redesigned the circuit of the nose."

  WC really has mosquitoes: "Your technology is not good, wait, when I am free, I will bring my brothers in the factory to think about the big plane. (Funny

  Ward's beriberi who Levine: "Come on you. (rolls eyes

  Yar, I want to go to the toilet and ask: "That's right! Our 81 Factory is a manufacturer of airplanes! You, a coffin maker, don't come to join in the fun!"

  WC really has mosquitoes: "MMP! I must show you something."

  Tail: "Ooh! Are you going to get Gundam out? (ω

  Ye Shi: "Don't tell me, this guy has really done it... In the end we helped him out. (Funny

  WC really has mosquitoes: "Get out! It was an accident! And that thing was not meant to be worn by people... But then again, we saw the transport plane you mentioned."

  Guigui: "Yes, and I also saw something protruding from the cabin, directly piercing through the cockpit of the 'Eagle' fighter that was close to it."

  Feng Qing: "?! So powerful? (Surprised

WC really has mosquitoes: "Well, the plane that was hit seemed to be hit by an evil spirit, and it directly turned its nose and went to teammate K... The most outrageous thing is that the two evil planes flew not bad, in the air Showed off a wave of Immelmann maneuvers, like a master!"

  Ye Shi: "Is there such a pilot in the Falcon Kingdom?"

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

   But I have to admit that there are a few pilots on the opposite side who have something, and even he feels a little tricky.

   At this moment, another ace pilot of the Alliance suddenly appeared.

  Luo Yu: "Hey, which cauldron is free... come and pick me up."

   "Damn! Falling Feather! You're finally down?"

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

  Irena: "Can you still find a VM? If you can't find it, just buy a new one, and we won't bother. (Funny

  Luo Yu: "Damn! Don't tell me I'm dead! I'm still alive! (Crazy

  As soon as I saw this sentence, the post immediately exploded, and it went up dozens of floors in an instant.

  Ye Shi: "???"

   Quit smoking: "Fuck! You're still alive?!"

  Fang Chang: "Well, it's really unscientific... By the way, what kind of BUG is this?"

  Luo Yu: "Zhuo! It doesn't happen to me every time! Only once in a while!"

  Gust: squinting smile

  Luo Yu: "But if you talk about BUG, ​​I'm really not sure if it counts."

  Fang Chang: "Tell me and listen."

Luo Yu: "Well, I was fighting fiercely with the 'Saber' on the opposite side, and an 'Eagle' suddenly came in. I thought this was the end of the game, but instead of firing at me, it turned towards the The 'Saber' fired a full clip."

  Guigui: "Oh, it should be that one! There was an Eagle that ran with our transport plane before."

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

  Old Bai: "Where is your parachute?"

  Luo Yu: "It seems to be near the Golden Lizard Kingdom. I don't know the exact location... I'm floating in the sky and haven't come down yet. I probably took a photo, but there's no signal and I can't get it up."

  Makabazi: "Hahahaha."

  Fang Chang: "Can you see the Heart of Steel?"

  Luo Yu: "I can't see it... But I can see quite a lot of mountains, maybe it's almost to the river valley province."

   After finishing speaking, 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's probably far enough away, at least to the edge of Luoxia Province."

  WC really has mosquitoes: "After you land, pay attention to the surrounding environment. We will send a plane to search around the No. 8 oasis, 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 what's going on with that Eagle. (Slanting eyes

  Ye Shi: "+1, or the mosquitoes will persuade 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 watching the screen from afar in another world, had a surprised expression on his face.

   Good guy.

  He fixes bugs every day on the forum in vain, did he really fix bugs?

  In fact, he had already learned about the transport plane from the ground crew before the players posted.

  The Iron Heart's anti-aircraft guns have even aimed at it.

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

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

   After pondering 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, an uncertain answer came from his ear.

   "Hmm... Could it be Xiaohan who did it?"

  (end of this chapter)