This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 471: Does This Game Really Have BUGs??

Chapter 471: Chapter 471: Does This Game Really Have BUGs??

Legion Garrison Commander’s Office in Luoxia Province.

When Chu Guang found out that the command post of the forty-thousand team had been completely taken by the Alliance airborne troops, he felt his head buzz as he stood in front of the strategic map, a moment of haziness clouding his mind.

He had imagined scenarios where the progress of the war would not go smoothly due to a lack of supplies.

He had also considered that the Alliance might ignore his stalling tactics from the start, and that his ultimatum would not buy them thirty days.

But he could never have predicted that the front-line troops would collapse so quickly that the preparations of nearly a month now seemed like a joke.

Coming back to his senses, Chu Guang turned to the communicator standing at the door and spoke with a rigid voice.

"The ones who took over the command post of the forty-thousand team... was it the Alliance’s airborne troops, that Burning Corps?"

The communicator moved his stiff neck and nodded.

"That’s what General Softe said on the phone..."

Moreover, according to the report from the first air squadron of the Falcon Kingdom, they did indeed see the Alliance’s transport planes heading in the direction of the forty-thousand team’s command post.

To ensure a smooth landing for the airborne troops, the Alliance had even dispatched close to eighty fighter planes for escort.

That centurion named Akant claimed to have shot down over seventy planes... but it sounded like an exaggeration no matter how one heard it.

Chu Guang fell silent for a moment, then continued.

"What else did he say?"

The communicator nervously shut his mouth and didn’t dare speak.

Before hanging up the phone, General Softe had furiously berated Chu Guang over the communication channel and even called him a "damned skunk."

Clearly, these were not words meant for this occasion.

Chu Guang did not press further, took a deep breath to calm himself down.

He had indeed miscalculated this time.

He hadn’t expected the Alliance to be so aggressive that they would launch a raid on the command post of the forty-thousand team even before taking position 330.

Any sensible person would realize that the command wasn’t only staffed by a few officers barking orders; it would have a direct battalion of a thousand troops for support.

And to take down a well-prepared army battalion of a thousand troops with paratroopers would require at least twice that number in force.

Yet, the Alliance didn’t play by the rules and risked the entire thousand troops needlessly, by dropping the paratroopers straight in.

What puzzled him more was that while the Alliance had taken the front-line command post, the position 330 high ground that was guarded by a direct battalion of a thousand troops had also fallen!

"What was on position 330 high ground?" asked a staff officer, frowning beside him.

"I don’t know, communications from the front line have never been restored. The last message from General Softe suggested they plan to retreat towards the fifty-thousand team and hoped that the fiftieth and thirtieth thousand teams could take over the defense sectors from forty to forty-nine... and then no more messages."

The communicator shook his head and blurted out quickly, cautiously glancing at General Chu Guang.

His expression was as still as water, like brewing a terrible storm, and seemed as if it could turn into a furious thunder the next second.

However, Chu Guang didn’t vent his anger on such an insignificant person.

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

"What time is it now?"

The surrounding officers looked at each other.

No one dared to answer.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the aide, though reluctant a thousand times over, had to bite the bullet.

"Report! It’s twenty-one minutes past ten."

Chu Guang’s Adam’s apple moved.

"Twelve hours..."

He looked at the officers standing beside him.

"Or even less."

Nobody picked up the conversation; he continued.

"Ten thousand troops lined up along a twenty-kilometer front. All I asked of them was to hold on for a while, not to retreat too quickly, and to use the defensive positions along the way to cause some trouble for the Alliance, so I deliberately allowed for a defensive depth of one hundred and fifty kilometers... and yet Softe’s response is twelve hours! Losing one hundred and fifty kilometers of depth in just twelve hours!"

"Even if it were ten thousand pigs! Thrown into those mountains! Letting the people of the Alliance and corporations catch them, they wouldn’t fall in a single day! This bunch of wastes! Real bloody wastes! Nothing but gluttonous boars who can eat and do nothing else!"

Chu Guang started with a controlled tone and volume, but as his emotions surged, his voice grew louder and more agitated.

He angrily slammed his right fist onto the map, making a thudding noise, shaking a cup on the corner of the table to the ground, water splashing everywhere.

Everyone silently stood by the table, the staff whose shoes were soaked didn’t dare make a sound, just stood there speechless.

They clearly knew why Chu Guang was so furious.

This battle had cost them not just the forty-thousand team, but nearly a fifty-kilometer front from sectors forty to forty-nine, and the strategic depth extending one hundred and fifty kilometers behind this line!

If only that fool Softe had held out for even three days—even two would have been better—they wouldn’t be in such a passive situation now.

Now, there was a big hole in the line of defense.

No more talk of keeping "the driven nail" in their pocket; now the nail was nearly poking their faces.

"It might be that the clones aren’t used to defending—" trying to calm General Chu Guang’s fury, the aide, sweating profusely, attempted to explain, but got cut off mid-sentence.

"Those pigs haven’t fought a defensive battle, haven’t you either!"

Grumbling, Chu Guang stabilized his breathing, trying to calm himself.

The frontline command surely bore the main responsibility for retreating so swiftly, but his responsibility here was also significant.

However, now was not the time to figure out whose fault was greater.

He was aware.

He no longer had time to hesitate.

Moments later, he decisively ordered.

"Notify all frontline units to execute Plan Two!"

Upon hearing this, the faces of the officers all showed expressions of astonishment.

Plan Two, which involved retreating to Oasis No. 2, would pull the Alliance into the Falcon Kingdom’s homeland for a decisive battle.

This meant they would have to give up Oasis No. 3, which they had finally secured.

Although Griffin had already discussed with them that if the Alliance’s offensive exceeded their expectations, they might have to abandon the occupied areas and continue retreating, at the time almost no one believed that would actually happen.

After all, they still had an army of a hundred thousand at their disposal.

Even if the situation was not optimistic, retreating to the central part of Oasis No. 3 to rebuild the defense line should have been sufficient, and it shouldn’t have come to the point of giving up the entire Oasis No. 3.

If it really came to this, they would not only be in a strategic dilemma but also stuck in a quagmire outside the battlefield.

If the rear learned that they had lost all gains in Luoxia Province, the resources and support allocated to their battle zone would be even less.

Whether from the perspective of a Legion Leader or a Marshal, it was impossible to invest unlimited resources in a failing plan.

"... staying here would only mean waiting to be encircled and divided, retreating to Oasis No. 2 gives us a chance to counterattack."

After a pause, Griffin suddenly remembered an Air Squadron No.1 "Peidao" was still out on a mission and thus turned to the Navy Aviation commander.

"Is Yukar back? Has our ’Peidao’ returned?"

The officer immediately stood up straight, speaking with a tense expression.

"... it flew out of communication range earlier, the last signal was near Oasis No. 8, and there has been no news since."

Although this conservative answer seemed to hold a glimmer of hope, anyone could hear that the outlook was bleak.

The reason was simple.

The jet’s fuel certainly couldn’t last this long.

The fact that it had not returned by now left only one possibility.

Griffin closed his eyes in pain.

They had not only had their defensive line breached but also lost the only "Peidao."

Although the combat losses were less than one-tenth, it was clear to anyone that they had already lost half the battle...

...

G53 Position.

The Old Soldier, who had just finished eating the dinner Miss Penny brought as she passed by, learned from Coleway about the "disaster" reported from the neighboring defense sector.

"... the fourth Ten Thousand Troops were completely wiped out, from sectors 40 to 49 all fell, Alliance tanks have already breached our rear."

"These idiots... I thought they were stupid enough with their failure during the day, but I underestimated how embarrassing they could be, not surviving even a night!"

Coleway cursed as he spoke, his tone filled with anger.

However, upon hearing this, the initially tense Old Soldier breathed a sigh of relief.

Not bad...

It seems they haven’t suspected him.

His good brothers had sent him so many heads that he always felt uneasy.

Especially after seeing on the official website how fast other Army units were advancing in the neighboring sections, he was so nervous he could barely eat dinner.

But now, it seemed his worries were completely unnecessary.

After all, considering his consistent behavior, there was nothing suspicious about him. There were undercover agents who had ruthlessly killed their own, but it was indeed rare to find one who could kill his comrades without blinking an eye like he did.

Besides, other than eating a lot and excreting a lot, he behaved more normally than normal people.

If even he could be a traitor, then everyone in the Army could be.

Quietly listening to Coleway’s complaints, the Old Soldier took the chance when he paused to breathe and asked.

"Does headquarters have any new arrangements?"

Coleway did not hide anything and said straightforwardly.

"Plan Two."

The Old Soldier: "Plan Two?"

Coleway explained succinctly.

"Simply put, abandon Oasis No. 3, retreat to Oasis No. 2, and reorganize defenses... As it stands, this is the most effective method. The Alliance tanks have already torn through our lines, and since we can’t close the gap, we can only discard it."

The Old Soldier actually wanted to say, don’t just "put it simply", elaborating would also be fine, he might not understand but he could remember.

But he quickly realized that his superior was only a Centurion and couldn’t possibly know the entire deployment of Plan Two. Asking would be fruitless and might even raise suspicion.

Learning about the macro movements of the opponent was already quite good. Brothers from the Burning Corps would naturally try to pry the specific details about Plan Two from the big fish they caught from the neighboring sector.

Thus, the Old Soldier continued to play the role of the tough but reticent Pangolin and said succinctly.

"You just need to tell me what to do."

Coleway’s face broke into a warm smile.

"You don’t need to do anything right now, the only thing is to heal well, striving for a quick recovery... Oh yes, almost forgot, I have good news."

Seeing the pleased expression on his face, the Old Soldier asked.

"You got promoted again?"

Coleway laughed and said.

"Not me, you were promoted."

The Old Soldier paused.

"Me?"

Coleway nodded, cleared his throat, and continued speaking.

"Considering your outstanding performance on the front line, my superiors plan to transfer you to the officers’ team to serve as an advisor, collaborating with the instructors to train our frontline officers from the Ten Thousand Troops. Damn those useless fellows from the fourth Ten Thousand Troops, headquarters is now seriously doubting the combat effectiveness of the frontline troops, demanding that all units on the front line retrain their junior officers... If those useless bums had even half of your ability, it wouldn’t be so embarrassing!"

Saying this, Coleway could not help but curse a few incomprehensible words in United Human language.

Hearing this arrangement, Old Soldier breathed a sigh of relief.

The Four Hundred Thousand Team was just next door to them, and the nearest position was no more than ten kilometers away from them. If Griffin had ordered them to cover the rear, then his undercover role would probably have reached its end.

However, as it stood now, it seemed Dog Plan didn’t want it to be easy for him to obtain that power armor, meaning he probably had to continue his undercover role.

"If we leave, what about this position? Just leave it unattended?"

Coleway remained silent for a moment before giving an ambiguous answer.

"Some will withdraw, some will stay."

Old Soldier was slightly stunned.

But quickly he understood what that meant.

There were quite a few officers in the front-line forces who had been promoted from the Retinue Army, including his deputy officer, the Hornist, and the Flag Holder, etc.

They would not receive the order to retreat but would stay with their clone troops to defend the position, blocking the pursuing Alliance Army and creating an illusion for the Alliance that they had not yet retreated.

Thinking of this, a flicker of enlightenment flashed in Old Soldier’s eyes.

No wonder he was suddenly transferred from the front-line combat forces to the staff of the Fifty Thousand Team.

The Seven Hundred Squad was likely one of those left to cover the rear!

However, to his surprise, when speaking these words, a complex emotion emerged in Coleway’s eyes.

During his time in River Valley Province, this guy had never cared about the life and death of those attendants.

Infiltrating the Legion for a long time, he knew better than any player that in most Weilante people’s eyes, aliens were merely stepping stones for their conquest of the world, just a more flexible expendable resource than clone Cannon Fodder.

As a pure-blooded Weilante himself, Coleway was no exception. Why did he suddenly care now?

Just when Old Soldier was puzzled, Coleway, standing by the bed, suddenly turned to the window and spoke in a complicated tone.

"I don’t think their sacrifices are taken for granted, although they are not Weilante, they are also warriors..."

Saying this, Coleway looked towards the bedridden Pangolin.

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

Old Soldier nodded slightly.

"Hmm, I understand."

Is he worried about those subordinates at G53-7 position?

This concern was actually redundant.

He was well aware of his undercover identity, and wouldn’t get so emotionally involved with those cheap subordinates he had known for less than half a month.

If those people were smart, they would surrender when the Alliance arrived.

If they thought they could handle themselves just because they followed him through a few winning battles...

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

However, what Old Soldier did not know was that in Coleway’s eyes, his understanding demeanor inadvertently induced a sense of guilt.

The feeling of losing comrades was not pleasant.

This was something Coleway had experienced profoundly.

Like his previous boss—Rachel, the Centurion of the Airmarine Corps.

Although he was just an acquaintance, when he learned that she hadn’t retreated with McCullen but had bravely died at Rui Valley City, he still felt depressed for several days.

"Anyway... I don’t look down on the aliens fighting alongside me. Warriors willing to unite under the Legion’s flag to restore order are drastically different from Waste Land Wanderers who degrade themselves in chaos. But an order is an order, everything is for the greater good."

Putting his officer’s cap back on, Coleway shifted to a softer tone and continued.

"Rest well. I’ll come to see you when it’s time to leave."

Old Soldier quietly nodded.

If there were no other explosive news, he should probably log off and share the fresh intelligence with his good brothers...

...

While the high command in the Legion’s office in Luoxia Province was frantically dealing with the chaos at the front, countless spectators and goofy netizens in another world on the official website were also following the latest developments of this "national war event."

Although most of the frontline players hadn’t logged off yet, there would always be those who would either voluntarily or involuntarily disconnect, bringing the frontline dispatches to the cloud players and the non-combat professional players waiting on the forum.

When they learned that some beta players had annihilated a division of the Legion in less than half a day, the entire forum was shocked.

Boss Wen Tender: "Holy shit! Awesome!!!"

South Wind and Song: "Half a day to wipe out a division?! Is this fake?!"

Armor Warrior: "This is really far-fetched, logically speaking, even if ten thousand people lined up to feed their heads to the enemy, it would take several days, right?"

Solo Traveler: "+1, not to mention that these ten thousand people are scattered across 3000 square kilometers of Gobi Desert."

Thunder Mage Professor Yang: "This you don’t understand, modern warfare is about organization and logistics, not the old method of standing in line to be shot. Winning a crucial battle at a crucial time and place is much more important than killing a few people."

"Moreover, in my view, the reason the Legion lost so fast is because they stretched their tactical width and strategic depth too broad. 3000 square kilometers of Gobi Desert, there are only a few roads to travel, and the road conditions are comparable to Afghanistan. Which troops take which road and when, when logistical supplies arrive at what positions, whether outposts twenty kilometers away are enemy or self, where the artillery targets... all these have to be coordinated by a unified command system."

"Without the frontline headquarters for unified coordination, relying solely on orders air-dropped by the general headquarters is impossible to manage."

Professor Yang eloquently analyzed the reasons for the Legion’s defeat, really fooling quite a few gullible netizens.

But there were also those who didn’t buy his bluff.

Cheerful Netizen: "What are you bluffing about, how many divisions have you commanded?"

Thunder Mage Professor Yang: "Cough, isn’t this game all about bluffing... you’re criticizing me, have you ever commanded any yourself?"

Grandpa Ao Defies Me: "Lol, you’re all bullshitting, there’s not a single normal person on this forum!"

Dinosaur Warrior: "Which kind-hearted big shot can send me a helmet please, thank you! T.T"

People discussed the battlefield situation with varying opinions, some exclaiming it was thrilling, others calling it unscientific, creating a festive atmosphere.

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

According to that player’s description, he had handed his "Dragonfly" Transport Plane over to the ground crew and then went off to eat in the cafeteria.

But just as he stepped out from the cafeteria, he saw his plane, which should have been parked in the hangar, taking off from the runway on its own!

At first, everyone expressed disbelief, even the players at the airport were wondering if this guy had staged the whole thing himself.

Power outages had happened before, but a plane with a short-circuited electric supply taking off on its own was unprecedented.

No matter how you look at it, that takeoff was too skillful, impossible without hundreds of hours of flight time.

Ward Athlete’s Foot Levin: "That’s strange... It shouldn’t be possible, right? After the previous short circuit, we even redesigned the circuitry in the nose of the plane."

WC’s Real Mosquito: "Your tech sucks, man. Wait `til I have time—I’ll take our factory bros to think over a big plane. (😏)"

Ward Athlete’s Foot Levin: "Oh, cut it out. (🙄)"

Yar I Gotta Pee: "Exactly! We at Factory 81 make planes! A coffin maker like you stay out of it!"

WC’s Real Mosquito: "MMP! Oh, I must show you all. "

Tail: "Ohhh! Are you going to bring out the Gundam?

Night Ten: "You joke, but this guy really did it... and in the end, we had to help him pull it off. (😏)"

WC’s Real Mosquito: "*!@# Off! That was an accident! And that thing wasn’t meant to be worn... But speaking of which, that transport plane you mentioned, we did see it."

Gui Gui: "Yes, and I even saw something stretching out from its cargo bay, piercing right through the cockpit of an ’Eagle Type’ fighter."

Feng Qing: "?!That powerful? (😲)"

WC’s Real Mosquito: "Yeah, the hit plane acted as if possessed, flipping its nose and attacking its allies... The most ridiculous part is, those two possessed planes flew quite well, showing off a Maneuver like a pro!"

Night Ten: "Does Falcon Kingdom have such pilots?"

WC’s Real Mosquito: "No way, I suspect they had never met a real opponent in combat before, relying only on superior equipment."

But I have to admit, a few of the opposing pilots were somewhat troublesome.

Just then, another ace pilot from the Alliance suddenly showed up.

Falling Feather: "Ahem, which one of you is free... can come and relieve me?"

"Damn! Falling Feather! You finally came down?

WC’s Real Mosquito: "Where are you? No, I mean, where did you crash?"

Elena: "Can we still find VM? If not, just buy a new one, let’s not bother. (😏)"

Falling Feather: "Damn! Don’t talk like I’m dead! I’m still alive! (😖)"

As soon as these words were seen, the forum exploded, instantly gaining dozens of replies.

Night Ten: "???"

Quit Smoking: "Damn! You’re actually still alive!"

Fang Chang: "Yeah, that’s really unscientific... What kind of BUG is this?"

Falling Feather: "Whoa! I’m not always causing trouble! Just occasionally, okay!"

Wild Wind: "(😏)"

Falling Feather: "But speaking of BUGs, I’m not even sure if this counts as one."

Fang Chang: "Do share."

Falling Feather: "Well, I was fiercely fighting with an ’Eagle Type’ when Peidao suddenly barged in. I thought it was over for me, but it didn’t fire at me, it emptied a whole magazine at that ’Peidao’."

Gui Gui: "Oh oh oh, that must be the one! There was an Eagle Type that ran off with one of our transport planes before."

Falling Feather: "Transport plane? I didn’t see that..."

Old White: "Where is your parachute?"

Falling Feather: "I think it’s near the Golden Lizard Kingdom, not sure about the exact location... I’m still floating in the sky, not down yet, I took a photo but no signal to upload."

Makabazi: "Hahahaha."

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

Falling Feather: "Can’t see it... but I do see a lot of mountains, might be near River Valley Province soon."

After saying this, he hurriedly added another comment.

"Right, that Falcon Type seems to have landed nearby, probably ran out of fuel... but strangely, the pilot didn’t eject, went down with the plane."

Fang Chang: "Hmm, that’s probably quite far off, must have drifted over Luoxia Province or nearby."

WC’s Real Mosquito: "When you land, check your surroundings, we’ll send a plane to search around Oasis No.8, we should be able to find you."

Falling Feather: "Thanks, bros! T.T"

Fang Chang: "No problem, mainly curious about what’s up with that Eagle Type. (😏)"

Night Ten: "+1, you should just TP back to town directly, Mosquito. (😏)"

Falling Feather: "..."

These guys...

They’re too real!

At the same time, Chu Guang, monitoring from another world, had a look of astonishement.

Good grief.

He was fixing bugs on the forum every day, and actually managed to bug out for real?

In fact, he had learned about that transport plane’s situation from the ground crew even before the players made their posts.

The Steel Heart’s anti-aircraft cannon had even locked onto it.

However, Chu Guang, curious to see what that transport plane intended to do, had not let Xiao Qi shoot it down.

Looking at the situation now, it seemed to be more complicated than he imagined.

After pondering for a while, staring at the holographic screen, Chu Guang suddenly spoke.

"What do you think that was?"

After a brief pause, an uncertain answer came to his ears.

"Um... could it be Xiaoyu’s doing?"

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