This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 310.3: Fight to Fame

"Really? Then I must salute him for having such an admirable goal. It is the honor of a lifetime for me to be able to witness the birth of such a virtuous and capable leader. To be honest, I hate those marauders as much as you do. Those people are truly evil... By the way, can bullets be cheaper? I plan to buy more bullets to deal with those nasty marauders."

Frost River maintained the smile on her face. "I'm sorry, this is already the biggest discount."

Seeing that the flattery he came up with was useless, Sun Shiqi could only take out his bank card in pain.

"Okay... I'll pay by card."

...

Red River Town.

Horseshoe Merchants Association Headquarters, President's Office.

Looking at the telegram from Dawn City, Simeon's face was filled with disbelief.

He had just received a telegram early this morning, saying that the New Alliance was going to start a war against the Fang Clan.

However, in less than a day, the trucks dragging the loot already came back from the front line.

Was there something wrong with the telegraph, or something wrong with his eyes?

Simeon couldn't tell which had a problem.

"The New Alliance's troops seem to have captured Bluestone County. The Fang Clan's brigade commander Lion Fang was captured and escorted by the administrator's guards to Dawn City Prison. The trial is set to begin in the near future..."

It was simply too fast!

Slowly putting the telegram in his hand on the table, Simeon who walked to the window squeezed his nose bridge.

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The war started as he expected, but the speed of progress was beyond his imagination.

It was certainly a good thing that his neighbor defeated the Bonechewer Clan.

Red River Town was also at war with the Bonechewer Clan, and any advantage the New Alliance could gain in the war against the Fang Clan would threaten Heavenly Water City's Snake Clan.

The Horseshoe Merchants Association could also take the opportunity to make a fortune from selling ammunition and weapons.

However, what Simeon didn't expect was that their neighbor was so ridiculously strong. Lion Fang, who fought all the way from the middle of the River Valley Province to the south, couldn't hold out even a day in the face of their attack...

"... It took them only half a day to wipe out a brigade, and it was during the attack of a heavily fortified position."

Looking out the window at the streets full of travelers, Simeon fell into deep thought.

Perhaps... He had to re-evaluate the strength of this powerful neighbor...

...

It wasn't just Simeon who was reassessing the strength of his powerful neighbor.

When his old friend Dempsey heard the news that the New Alliance had captured Bluestone County in less than half a day, he had silently ended the covenant with the Horseshoe Merchants Association.

Meanwhile, Garbage City's council held an emergency meeting to discuss whether to establish diplomatic relations with this suddenly emerging powerful neighbor, as well as Boulder Town’s attitude towards this incident.

As for Boulder Town?

There didn't seem to be any movement.

Whether it was the Bonechewer Clan or the New Alliance rising in the northern suburbs, the ruler who lived inside the wall didn't seem to care much.

Maybe there was something more deserving of their attention...

However, although the top management of Boulder Town was indifferent to the affairs of the New Alliance and the Bonechewer Clan, it did not prevent the rumors from being spread in the market.

While people were amazed by this epic victory, they couldn't help being curious about the young emerging force.

There was no doubt that this perfect example of victory completely established the reputation of the New Alliance...

At the same time, West Continent City, 4th New District.

After listening to his subordinate's report, Skull Crusher Gold Fang thought he had heard it wrong at first.

It wasn't until he asked his subordinate to tell the story again that his livid face gradually became gloomy.

"Useless!"

"They have 1,000 people hiding in the county seat and repairing the fortifications for 4 months, but they couldn't last just a morning!" Gold Fang slammed his fist heavily on the armrest of the chair. His angry roar caused the flames in the brazier to shake violently.

The hall was eerily quiet.

No one was making a sound.

The apostles of Torch wearing exoskeletons were simply too lazy to make any comments, while those brigade commanders who dared not take a breath were worried about angering their leader.

Gold Fang gritted his teeth tightly, feeling as if blood was dripping from his heart.

It was a whole brigade he just lost!

And Lion Fang who led the brigade was still his direct clansman.

As a result, not only Bluestone County was lost, but the 500 reinforcements he sent to Bluestone County were most likely also gone.

Even if he didn’t care about the lives of those people, he still cared about the equipment.

"... I swear, I will crush the heads of these blue gophers, peel off their skins to make sofas, and make their bones into toilets!"

The roar echoed in the hall.

After the leader vented enough, the staff officer Dillon who was standing aside coughed lightly.

Although he was curious about what a toilet made of bones would look like, now was clearly not the time to talk about it.

"... Bluestone County is only 20 kilometers away from us. The blue coats in the northern suburbs have pushed the front line under our noses, and it took them less than half a day."

"No matter how they did it, their strength exceeded our expectations... This is definitely not something that 1 or 2 aircraft can do. They might have a dozen or even dozens of them. Moreover, they also have to possess at least one motorized company and more than 20 artillery pieces in order to have a chance of capturing Bluestone County in such a short period of time."

Honestly, even with that, it would still be very hard.

Dillon didn't know Lion Fang, but Bernie next to Lion Fang was an officer under him before.

He still had a good understanding of this person's strength. Especially the ability to build fortifications.

Given Bernie's capabilities, he should be able to at least withstand an impromptu makeshift motorized unit.

Even in the case of losing air supremacy, it shouldn't be a problem to hold out for 10 days to half a month.

Unless...

Someone had already revealed their positions.

Thinking of this, Dillon's eyes flickered slightly, and a trace of vigilance arose in his heart.

The legacy of old civilizations scattered around the wasteland was the biggest variable.

And shelters, being the beloved children of the old civilization, undoubtedly had the highest likelihood possessing those treasures, causing great uncertainty.

If the opponent had some kind of investigative technology left over from the federation era, the battle may not be easy to fight...

Gold Fang looked at his staff officer. "Do you have any good advice?"

Dillon thought for a moment and said. "My suggestion is to concentrate our forces and support firepower, and launch a high-density, high-intensity offensive against them in a short period of time before they have a firm foothold in Bluestone County!"

"They have developed complete industrial capabilities. If this war becomes a protracted war, it may not be good for us."

Urron, who had been silent all this time, suddenly interjected, "My thoughts are the same as this former Army officer. To be honest, it's not that I am in a hurry to get the black box back, but that this battle continues to drag on. I am worried that you will not win."

There was a tinge of sarcasm in that voice. Or criticism...

After all, as early as a month and a half ago, he was urging these people to send troops.

However, these people kept procrastinating. It wasn’t until their teeth were knocked out by other people that they finally realized that they should throw punches. But the truth was always unpleasant to hear.

The moment Urron's words fell, many pairs of eyes written with ill will immediately looked over.

Gold Fang also had a gloomy expression.

But that person was a distinguished guest from the Torch, not one of his subordinates, so it was hard for him to say anything.

The Bonechewer Clan needed the mind interference equipment provided by the Torch. The rampant mutants on the battlefield were their ace. He even used that equipment to create a special army.

Had it been others who said that, they would’ve already been killed. But he couldn't touch this person, and he didn’t dare to do it.

"There’s no need for that many brothers" The burly Bear Fang took a step forward, with indifference written all over his big face.

Clasping his fists together, he looked at Gold Fang who was sitting on the chair. "I am willing to share the worries of the leader. In just 10 days, I will come to you with the heads of those gophers!"

Hearing this, Urron couldn't help chuckling, "You are trying to get yourself and your subordinates killed."

Enraged by that chuckle, Bear Fang glared at him, narrowing his vicious eyes menacingly. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing," Urron looked at him blankly and continued calmly while facing that ferocious expression, "Forget about Bluestone County. If you can even remove the fishbone that's stuck in your teeth, which is Pinewood Forest Valley, I’ll change my opinion."

Bear Fang laughed angrily, and just when he was about to speak harshly, he was interrupted by the leader sitting on the chair. "That's enough, stop fucking arguing!"

Hitting the armrest of the chair irritably, Gold Fang pinched his nose bridge and thought for a moment, then waved his index finger forward.

"... I'll give you 10 days to capture Pinewood Forest Valley, and bring back some blue coats."

Seeing that he was given the opportunity to show his ability, Bear Fang was overjoyed and nodded with excitement. "Yes, sir!"