All right.
After listening to Oliver's explanation, Lucius realized that it was a false alarm.
Those 2,000 people were all clones, and they were still mass-produced.
According to Oliver, the black technology mastered by the Legion can produce a clone that develops eight times faster than normal humans. This kind of clone not only has low maintenance costs, but also quickly leaves the cabin, and it only takes 2 years to form after leaving the cabin to become the legion's fighting power.
Unlike other clones, they either stay in the jar for a year and a half, come out after reaching the desired biological age, or start developing from the age of 0 like normal babies.
The clones of the legion are almost impeccable when used as cannon fodder, and their morale is much stronger than that of the general predators. With the support of the legion industry, their equipment is not too hip, at least better than the predators.
The only flaw is that two years is not enough for them to build a complete mind. These clones are usually driven by fear and pain, relying on the instinct of beasts to fight.
The vast majority of people can only be used as light infantry, and only a few veterans can operate slightly more complicated equipment, and there is no need to expect too much efficiency and hit rate.
Therefore, legions usually need a large number of junior officers to command or drive these cannon fodder, and occasionally enslave ordinary survivors to serve as coolies and build complex fortifications.
The real backbone of the legion is also the huge junior officers. They are ten commanders on the battlefield and small slave owners outside the battlefield.
An average of ten to twenty clone light infantry requires a commander to command. Only a few legions that believed in the "Human sea tactics" army theory could achieve a ratio of ten captains to clone light infantry at 1:50 or even 1:100, relying on a large number and sufficient weapons to overwhelm the opponent's defense line.
Do not doubt. 1000 clones are definitely cheaper than 1 power armor.
According to Oliver, even pre-war utopian societies did not have the technology to allow clones to have complete and mature minds in a short period of time.
And when Lucius asked whether there was such a clone that "Can be cultivated in only one month and has a complete mind", Oliver looked at him in disbelief.
"Impossible! Produce a clone with a full mind in a month? If there is, wouldn't it be more convenient than a machine? I have walked all the way here from the East Coast, and I have heard of many strange things, but I have never heard of it."
"People are the cells of society. You can't completely break away from society to create a person who can adapt to society. Even we need to let employees receive basic education and induction training, and pass exams to select outstanding employees from the lower class, refugees, and indigenous people."
"As for technology, at most it can speed up this process, shortening it from the original ten or twenty years to five or eight years. The mind must be built up bit by bit during the stage of brain development. This is not to insert a memory into the computer. something as simple as that."
"If someone tells you that there is a technology that can make clones have full minds in just one month, they are either crazy or liars."
After listening to Oliver's resolute speech, Lucius couldn't help falling into silence, not knowing what to say for a while.
I understand the truth. But what are my players?
...
Before leaving, Oliver solemnly promised Lucius that he would compensate the injured workers and the families of the victims, and that he would strike hard at the looters who claimed to be legions at 8 o'clock tonight!
Those who dare to provoke them and harm their allies will never tolerate those who dare to provoke them!
Perhaps in order to appease his allies, Oliver even told Lucius the specific time of action.
To be honest, this helped Lucius a lot.
Two thousand people.
These people can't fight with fire sticks, can they?
No matter how bad the equipment is, active substances are still good things...
After Oliver left, Lucius turned and returned to the center of the camp.
The dead and wounded have been sent away.
Old Luka, who had handled the corpses for himself, knew something, so he calmly covered the faces of the dead and seriously injured with things, preventing the people on the Pioneer from seeing their faces clearly, and letting the guards carry them back.
The players are very sensible, knowing that they are on a stretcher, this bug must be stuck, so they all pretend to be dying, motionless on the stretcher.
Later, the screen simply went black.
Those players who didn't die stomped their feet angrily, cursing and yelling.
"Hey! Why is two pieces of shrapnel stuck in the stomach considered a fatal injury? Can't he still talk! It's not the head that was injured!"
Among the 11 injured, 3 were seriously injured and died. Including the 2 who died on the spot, this round of shelling caused a total of 5 deaths.
This is not just a number, behind it are 5 families, and all the people who are familiar with them...
The medical staff in the surrounding logistics department were silent.
He only thought that he was venting his sadness, and regarded the stones on the ground as those hateful villains ten kilometers away.
At this time, it is better to leave him alone for a while. As for the other 8 wounded, after their treatment, the wounds have basically healed.
Seeing Lucius coming from the entrance of the camp, Werther took the initiative to find him, saying that the captain had contacted him just now, and he would pay the pension to them later.
At the same time, he also brought a piece of bad news——
The afternoon collection plan was cancelled.
"The acquisition plan was cancelled? Why?" Seeing Werther with a dumb face, Lucius immediately came back to his senses, and explained righteously, "I mean, aren't those predators who claim to be legions in the northwest? I heard that our construction site is in the north."
The more war is needed, the more production cannot be stopped!
You can shoot out 250g of working fluid with one shuttle, don't you have any idea of your working fluid consumption speed?
When fighting mutants before, Lucius had people recover their warheads and calculated that they fired tungsten steel bullets with a mass of 9g.
A shuttle is calculated based on 30 hairs, and it must be 250g!
Werther hesitated and said: "That's what I said, but the straight-line distance between Tuna District and our resource collection point is only 5 kilometers, so it's hard not to attract their attention... In order to reduce unnecessary casualties, our section chief's suggestion is that we hope You can retreat temporarily to avoid accidental injury during the battle."
When he said this, Werther's mood was also very complicated. Of course they hope to continue production.
But you can't expect that something like this just happened, and let their allies risk their lives to help them pick up trash, right?
Anyway, give people some time to grieve for a while, and deal with the funeral.
Even their stingy section chief couldn't do the job of urging people to work after their front foot died.
Lucius didn't have any objection to the pension, but when he heard that the collection plan for the afternoon was cancelled, and his people had to retreat, his mood suddenly became less beautiful.
Is it easy for him to earn some foreign exchange?
Without money, how to improve the game experience for players? They can't be allowed to move bricks for a lifetime and burn cement for a lifetime.
If this is withdrawn, the light industry wool plan that he has worked so hard to lay out will also be affected. This is just a trivial matter, and the key is that his players will not understand the content of the expansion pack.
Afraid of wool!
I don't even dare you, you guys dare. Isn't it good to come out from the forest on the opposite side?
When dragged into the city to fight street fights, it is not certain who will beat who.
However, Werther misunderstood the expression on Lucius's face, thinking that he was grieving for the victims of the refuge, and couldn't help but tinge a trace of self-blame on his expression.
"We are very sorry that this happened. No one thought...they actually had two howitzers hidden."
"It's not your fault, you don't have to apologize, those shameless people who suddenly fired at us should pay the price."
Lucius's heart moved slightly, his heavy expression remained unchanged, he shook his head lightly, and walked away from Werther's side.
Under the surprised gaze of the latter, he came in front of the players, raised his volume, and said loudly.
"A band of predators who call themselves the Legion invaded our homeland from the north, and they fought undeclared war, trying to bring us to our knees with cannonball."
"This is a shameful sneak attack!"
The players fell silent and looked in the direction of the Manager.
Plot Triggered?
Here comes the mission?
Responding to the expectant eyes, Lucius continued to speak in a loud and resolute voice.
"The residents of shelter 404 will not surrender, and the blood of our compatriots will not be shed in vain."
"We will let them know the price of angering us!"
Almost at the same time, all the players with VMs on the scene received a task pop-up window at the same time.
[ Mission: Blood debt paid with blood! ]
...
The south gate of the Operation Camp.
Looking at the blue coats retreating towards the south, two employees of the logistics department whispered to each other.
"The blue coats are gone?"
"It should be. I heard that in order to avoid casualties, our section chief asked them to avoid it for a while."
"Sigh...Then we won't be able to eat steamed stuffed buns tomorrow?"
"You only know how to eat?!"
"You didn't eat less! But speaking of it... why do some of them wear VMs, while others don't?"
"I don't know, not all blue coats carry that thing."
"Well, I just thought it was kind of weird because the ones who left were the ones with the VMs. The ones that didn't, stayed in the camp."
"Hiss...it's really strange for you to say that."
The two employees of the logistics department were puzzled, and after thinking about it, they didn't think it was something that needed to be reported, so they didn't take it to heart.
In fact, those blue coats with the VM did go.
But this is not a retreat. Instead, go back and copy the guy, ready to f*ck him!
The 20-kilometer journey back and forth cannot stop the player's determination to complete the task. The heavy snow floating all over the sky can't quench the boiling blood in their hearts.
Legion, Who cares who they are, if they dare to bomb me, they will die!
Eye for eye, death for death!
A group of people returned to the shelter aggressively.
In addition to picking up the bound rifle, all the little players who took over the mission also went to the warehouse to pick up a woven bag according to the requirements of the mission.
When searching the abandoned construction site before, there were a lot of bags made of high molecular polymers in the warehouse.
For a long time, scavenger players usually use it instead of a backpack to hold the garbage they pick up, and now it just happens to be used to hold the loot!
if there is not.
Then pretend to be wanderer!
All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the shelter was surprisingly tragic. Looking at their inventory, many players are hesitating about what to bring to the battlefield.
Tomorrow also fell into similar troubles.
Daybreak is without a doubt the best option, explosive arrows can kill targets behind cover, and armor-piercing arrows can even pierce some light armor.
The problem however is...
The difficulty of this battle is probably not small.
Even if you bind your equipment, there is no guarantee that you will be able to bring the equipment back intact.
Bunny, who was standing beside him checking the equipment, saw the hesitation in his partner's eyes, put his right hand on his shoulder, and said with a smile.
"Stop moaning, just take it if you want."
Tomorrow shook his head and said cautiously.
"The big guys chipped in to buy it. To be honest, this battle will definitely be much more difficult than when we fought against the Bloody Hand clan. I'm not sure I can bring it back."
The death penalty in this game is a bit heavy.
In the past, when everyone's pockets were cleaner than their faces, they didn't feel much. Now as the game progresses further, Tomorrow feels more and more that the loss of equipment is the biggest loss compared to deducting the silver coins and the three-day resurrection CD.
Therefore, he must carefully calculate the benefits and risks, and what equipment to bring with him for any task.
Expecting Tomorrow to say that, Bunny grinned and patted him on the shoulder.
"Equipment is bought for use, and there is a sense of being shy. Isn't the meaning of the game to do things that you want to do but dare not do in reality? Don't bring so much burden. Although the big guys chipped in to buy it for you, but I said I bought it for you, so don’t treat it as ours! If you don’t think you can use it, so don’t bring it, then I have no problem. But if you’re afraid of losing it, don’t use it at all, then you might as well hold a bow and arrow spears fight and count."
Walker giggled, and came over: "That's right, you're afraid of a ball! Are you planning to die there? I don't want to die! This bug hasn't been dealt with, and if I die, I don't know how many days it will take to be an OB, Let those cute newbies give away the head, I have to live to the end! No matter what, I have to bring back some spoils!"
Gale coughed lightly: "Everyone, don't say whether you will die or not. Don't forget, we still have to avenge Quit Smoking dude."
Bunny laughed and said, "That's right, to avenge Quit Smoking buddy! I almost forgot if the wind didn't mention it."
Walker: "That's right! Our Quit Smoking buddy finally got the qualification to go online, and he was killed by the plot without experiencing anything. He must do something special!"
Seeing the encouraging eyes of his companions, Tomorrow was moved in his heart, a smile appeared on his face, and he finally stopped hesitating.
"Well, what the hell!"
...
In the shelter.
Tomorrow didn't hesitate anymore, but at this moment [ WC Really Has Mosquitoes ], he was still hesitating in his heart.
After thinking about it for a long time, he finally sighed and went underground to the B2 floor.
Mr. Garbage hasn't been out of the shelter since the 'Winter is Coming' expansion pack started. Still, he would regularly log in, doing push-ups and squats in the lobby.
In his words, it can be upgraded in this way. Anyway, exercising in the game is not as tiring as in reality. If you don’t log in and can’t sleep, it’s better to find something to do.
The big guys didn't believe it at first. It really took him up a notch as a result.
After that upgrade, Mr. Garbage was as excited as a two-hundred-pound child, and even went to the forum to update a guide, created a fitness game, and became the first person to play with iron in "Wasteland OL".
By the way, since he didn't do any tasks and had to spend money to eat, Mosquito was feeding him during this time.
Of course, like when buying land, the money was borrowed.
Looking at the lizard squatting in the corner, Mosquito coughed softly.
"Are you going to squat Mr. Garbage?"
Mr. Garbage raised his head with a look of surprise.
"Huh? Why are you back?"
Mosquito: "Mission, come back and get the equipment."
"Oh, I received it too," Mr. Garbage nodded, with an envious expression on his face, "I really envy you, being able to roll in the snow, the last time I went out to fight—"
"Is it the same as last time?" Brother Mosquito comforted, "Don't worry, we are all normal people, even if we can go out, we will not roll in the snow. At most, we will do tasks, eat barbecue, and have a bowl of mushroom soup when we are thirsty, listening to the boss lady’s trash talk, watching the cute and serious Yuki count money—”
"Hey! Are you here to show off?!" Mr. Garbage had a look of grief and indignation, but because his face was too ugly, the grief and indignation were not obvious.
Mosquito said with a smile.
"It's not...in fact, I'm here to tell you good news."
"...No bad news?"
"Yes, but it's not important."
"???"
Not paying attention to the vigilant expression on Mr. Garbage's face, Mosquito coughed lightly and continued with a serious expression.
"A while ago, didn't I help Shuri design a steam engine?"
Mr. Garbage nodded vigorously.
"I know, I saw Shuri complaining about you on the forum, saying that you only cared about playing for yourself, and what you made was not what she imagined—"
"That's not the point!" Mosquito interrupted him without hesitation, "The point is, after exchanging experience with Brother Yamasaa, we have improved the steelmaking process, and now we can cast lighter and more durable boilers! Speaking of which, How much strength do you have?"
"I've reached level 4 now... I have 14 points of strength," Mr. Garbage's expression was slightly hesitant, and he suddenly understood something, his eyes widened, "Wait, are you trying to—"
Seeing that his good brother understands him so well, Mosquito has a smile on his face.
"I need you to carry a 40kg heavy armor, a 10kg boiler and 60 liters of boiling water, rush into the forest in the most vicious posture you think, jump into the trench, and tear up the enemies in front of you! Or directly put Put boiling water on their faces! In short, use all the methods you can think of to kill them!"
Mosquito stared at him with bright eyes.
"Art is a blast!"
"I often think that the power of the explosion is not strong enough to produce effective damage...but now I have a new way of thinking!"
"Would you like to be my spark!"
...
7 p.m.
Next to the steel platform of the Pioneer, 10 power armors were assembled.
In addition, there are 15 light infantry wearing exoskeletons, and 5 mechanical dogs carrying dual-carrying drone hives.
Everyone is in high spirits.
Even the four-legged mechanical dog is rubbing against the metal soles.
Standing in front of the battle, Oliver, holding a Gauss rifle and wearing a burly alloy heavy armor, was mobilizing his subordinates for the final battle.
These are almost all the ground weapons that can be dispatched on the Pioneer.
As for the four-wheeled off-road vehicle, since it can't play a big role in the complex mixed terrain of jungle and ruins, it is easy to be set fire by the opponent if it breaks down in the snow pit, so it is better not to bring it.
Anyway, with the exoskeleton, the ammunition that the light infantry can carry is enough for them to finish the battle, and the mobility will not be too bad.
Although compared to the Legion, they are indeed at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. But it's not a big problem.
In addition to running on the ground, there is also a light fixed-wing UAV in the sky, carrying 600 rounds of electromagnetic acceleration mass bombs, two metal hydrogen high-explosive bombs with an equivalent of 50 kilograms, and an adjustable equivalent of up to 10 tons. The tactical nuclear bombs are on standby at any time.
Air supremacy is entirely on their side!
At the same time, in the forest more than ten kilometers away.
Sitting in the dark temporary command post, Vanus was quietly facing an old paper map.
There are dense dots distributed on the map, like chess pieces on a sandboard.
Since no light source is available, nothing can be seen here. However, it doesn't matter.
Although there was silence in the communication channel, and the information about the enemy was also dark, Vanus didn't feel the slightest panic in his heart.
This is not the first time he has waged asymmetrical warfare, and he and his men have already experienced the power of technology during the year of fighting the Great Rift Valley.
But so what? They themselves are the crystallization of technology.
The ultimate quantity is also a kind of quality.
All deployments have been done.
He believed that his subordinates would bring him the glory of victory.
At this time, a ray of light lit up in the distance, a mushroom cloud rose from the flat ground, and the shock wave of the explosion even faintly rushed to the door of the tent.
The communication signal in the radio station is like a candle in the wind, intermittent, and under the influence of electromagnetic pulse, it emits a noisy current sound.
The pupils that were as calm as lake water finally imprinted a trace of fanaticism, Vanus stood up from the chair, and put his fists on the map.
"Finally come!"
The sound of explosions came one after another, and the flames of the muzzles and the flames of the explosions ignited the edge of the forest and the ruins.
Under the order of the captain, the clone light infantry crawling in the trench pressed down the needle with their thumb and injected the anti-radiation agent into the blood vessel.
The scorching light scorched their backs and burned their sides. The skin began to rot, the bone marrow was dying, and the organs were gradually failing. Their mouths seemed to contain a lump of rusty iron——
But even so, it was not enough to make them die immediately.
Even though hundreds of people died in just a moment, it was still not enough to shake them. The sting of the ants on the back of their necks constantly awakened the memory of fear in their brains.
Don't look back!
"Fire!!"
The orange-yellow trajectory wove a net over the forest and ruins, and the collision of steel and flesh played a prelude under the snowy night.
Under the cover of drones, power armor, exoskeleton infantry, and quadrotor drones pierced the side ribs of the legion like a sharp armored spearhead.
The line of defense was torn apart in an instant, like a downed snowman. However, the Legion is obviously not for dry food.
The clone light infantry rushed forward one after another, and the bazooka shuttled between the silent forest and the ruins. Accompanied by the fragmentation grenades thrown by the grenades, the gravel and rubble were blown up everywhere.
The snow was dyed red by fire.
The night burns in the north wind.
Oliver looked solemn, and while replacing the barrel, he turned off the night vision function of the helmet, because it is no longer needed.
What no one knows is.
At this moment, a group of blue coats with long guns and short cannons, taking advantage of the cover of night, quietly approached from the east of the battlefield...
All right.
After listening to Oliver's explanation, Lucius realized that it was a false alarm.
Those 2,000 people were all clones, and they were still mass-produced.
According to Oliver, the black technology mastered by the Legion can produce a clone that develops eight times faster than normal humans. This kind of clone not only has low maintenance costs, but also quickly leaves the cabin, and it only takes 2 years to form after leaving the cabin to become the legion's fighting power.
Unlike other clones, they either stay in the jar for a year and a half, come out after reaching the desired biological age, or start developing from the age of 0 like normal babies.
The clones of the legion are almost impeccable when used as cannon fodder, and their morale is much stronger than that of the general predators. With the support of the legion industry, their equipment is not too hip, at least better than the predators.
The only flaw is that two years is not enough for them to build a complete mind. These clones are usually driven by fear and pain, relying on the instinct of beasts to fight.
The vast majority of people can only be used as light infantry, and only a few veterans can operate slightly more complicated equipment, and there is no need to expect too much efficiency and hit rate.
Therefore, legions usually need a large number of junior officers to command or drive these cannon fodder, and occasionally enslave ordinary survivors to serve as coolies and build complex fortifications.
The real backbone of the legion is also the huge junior officers. They are ten commanders on the battlefield and small slave owners outside the battlefield.
An average of ten to twenty clone light infantry requires a commander to command. Only a few legions that believed in the "Human sea tactics" army theory could achieve a ratio of ten captains to clone light infantry at 1:50 or even 1:100, relying on a large number and sufficient weapons to overwhelm the opponent's defense line.
Do not doubt. 1000 clones are definitely cheaper than 1 power armor.
According to Oliver, even pre-war utopian societies did not have the technology to allow clones to have complete and mature minds in a short period of time.
And when Lucius asked whether there was such a clone that "Can be cultivated in only one month and has a complete mind", Oliver looked at him in disbelief.
"Impossible! Produce a clone with a full mind in a month? If there is, wouldn't it be more convenient than a machine? I have walked all the way here from the East Coast, and I have heard of many strange things, but I have never heard of it."
"People are the cells of society. You can't completely break away from society to create a person who can adapt to society. Even we need to let employees receive basic education and induction training, and pass exams to select outstanding employees from the lower class, refugees, and indigenous people."
"As for technology, at most it can speed up this process, shortening it from the original ten or twenty years to five or eight years. The mind must be built up bit by bit during the stage of brain development. This is not to insert a memory into the computer. something as simple as that."
"If someone tells you that there is a technology that can make clones have full minds in just one month, they are either crazy or liars."
After listening to Oliver's resolute speech, Lucius couldn't help falling into silence, not knowing what to say for a while.
I understand the truth. But what are my players?
...
Before leaving, Oliver solemnly promised Lucius that he would compensate the injured workers and the families of the victims, and that he would strike hard at the looters who claimed to be legions at 8 o'clock tonight!
Those who dare to provoke them and harm their allies will never tolerate those who dare to provoke them!
Perhaps in order to appease his allies, Oliver even told Lucius the specific time of action.
To be honest, this helped Lucius a lot.
Two thousand people.
These people can't fight with fire sticks, can they?
No matter how bad the equipment is, active substances are still good things...
After Oliver left, Lucius turned and returned to the center of the camp.
The dead and wounded have been sent away.
Old Luka, who had handled the corpses for himself, knew something, so he calmly covered the faces of the dead and seriously injured with things, preventing the people on the Pioneer from seeing their faces clearly, and letting the guards carry them back.
The players are very sensible, knowing that they are on a stretcher, this bug must be stuck, so they all pretend to be dying, motionless on the stretcher.
Later, the screen simply went black.
Those players who didn't die stomped their feet angrily, cursing and yelling.
"Hey! Why is two pieces of shrapnel stuck in the stomach considered a fatal injury? Can't he still talk! It's not the head that was injured!"
Among the 11 injured, 3 were seriously injured and died. Including the 2 who died on the spot, this round of shelling caused a total of 5 deaths.
This is not just a number, behind it are 5 families, and all the people who are familiar with them...
The medical staff in the surrounding logistics department were silent.
He only thought that he was venting his sadness, and regarded the stones on the ground as those hateful villains ten kilometers away.
At this time, it is better to leave him alone for a while. As for the other 8 wounded, after their treatment, the wounds have basically healed.
Seeing Lucius coming from the entrance of the camp, Werther took the initiative to find him, saying that the captain had contacted him just now, and he would pay the pension to them later.
At the same time, he also brought a piece of bad news——
The afternoon collection plan was cancelled.
"The acquisition plan was cancelled? Why?" Seeing Werther with a dumb face, Lucius immediately came back to his senses, and explained righteously, "I mean, aren't those predators who claim to be legions in the northwest? I heard that our construction site is in the north."
The more war is needed, the more production cannot be stopped!
You can shoot out 250g of working fluid with one shuttle, don't you have any idea of your working fluid consumption speed?
When fighting mutants before, Lucius had people recover their warheads and calculated that they fired tungsten steel bullets with a mass of 9g.
A shuttle is calculated based on 30 hairs, and it must be 250g!
Werther hesitated and said: "That's what I said, but the straight-line distance between Tuna District and our resource collection point is only 5 kilometers, so it's hard not to attract their attention... In order to reduce unnecessary casualties, our section chief's suggestion is that we hope You can retreat temporarily to avoid accidental injury during the battle."
When he said this, Werther's mood was also very complicated. Of course they hope to continue production.
But you can't expect that something like this just happened, and let their allies risk their lives to help them pick up trash, right?
Anyway, give people some time to grieve for a while, and deal with the funeral.
Even their stingy section chief couldn't do the job of urging people to work after their front foot died.
Lucius didn't have any objection to the pension, but when he heard that the collection plan for the afternoon was cancelled, and his people had to retreat, his mood suddenly became less beautiful.
Is it easy for him to earn some foreign exchange?
Without money, how to improve the game experience for players? They can't be allowed to move bricks for a lifetime and burn cement for a lifetime.
If this is withdrawn, the light industry wool plan that he has worked so hard to lay out will also be affected. This is just a trivial matter, and the key is that his players will not understand the content of the expansion pack.
Afraid of wool!
I don't even dare you, you guys dare. Isn't it good to come out from the forest on the opposite side?
When dragged into the city to fight street fights, it is not certain who will beat who.
However, Werther misunderstood the expression on Lucius's face, thinking that he was grieving for the victims of the refuge, and couldn't help but tinge a trace of self-blame on his expression.
"We are very sorry that this happened. No one thought...they actually had two howitzers hidden."
"It's not your fault, you don't have to apologize, those shameless people who suddenly fired at us should pay the price."
Lucius's heart moved slightly, his heavy expression remained unchanged, he shook his head lightly, and walked away from Werther's side.
Under the surprised gaze of the latter, he came in front of the players, raised his volume, and said loudly.
"A band of predators who call themselves the Legion invaded our homeland from the north, and they fought undeclared war, trying to bring us to our knees with cannonball."
"This is a shameful sneak attack!"
The players fell silent and looked in the direction of the Manager.
Plot Triggered?
Here comes the mission?
Responding to the expectant eyes, Lucius continued to speak in a loud and resolute voice.
"The residents of shelter 404 will not surrender, and the blood of our compatriots will not be shed in vain."
"We will let them know the price of angering us!"
Almost at the same time, all the players with VMs on the scene received a task pop-up window at the same time.
[ Mission: Blood debt paid with blood! ]
...
The south gate of the Operation Camp.
Looking at the blue coats retreating towards the south, two employees of the logistics department whispered to each other.
"The blue coats are gone?"
"It should be. I heard that in order to avoid casualties, our section chief asked them to avoid it for a while."
"Sigh...Then we won't be able to eat steamed stuffed buns tomorrow?"
"You only know how to eat?!"
"You didn't eat less! But speaking of it... why do some of them wear VMs, while others don't?"
"I don't know, not all blue coats carry that thing."
"Well, I just thought it was kind of weird because the ones who left were the ones with the VMs. The ones that didn't, stayed in the camp."
"Hiss...it's really strange for you to say that."
The two employees of the logistics department were puzzled, and after thinking about it, they didn't think it was something that needed to be reported, so they didn't take it to heart.
In fact, those blue coats with the VM did go.
But this is not a retreat. Instead, go back and copy the guy, ready to f*ck him!
The 20-kilometer journey back and forth cannot stop the player's determination to complete the task. The heavy snow floating all over the sky can't quench the boiling blood in their hearts.
Legion, Who cares who they are, if they dare to bomb me, they will die!
Eye for eye, death for death!
A group of people returned to the shelter aggressively.
In addition to picking up the bound rifle, all the little players who took over the mission also went to the warehouse to pick up a woven bag according to the requirements of the mission.
When searching the abandoned construction site before, there were a lot of bags made of high molecular polymers in the warehouse.
For a long time, scavenger players usually use it instead of a backpack to hold the garbage they pick up, and now it just happens to be used to hold the loot!
if there is not.
Then pretend to be wanderer!
All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the shelter was surprisingly tragic. Looking at their inventory, many players are hesitating about what to bring to the battlefield.
Tomorrow also fell into similar troubles.
Daybreak is without a doubt the best option, explosive arrows can kill targets behind cover, and armor-piercing arrows can even pierce some light armor.
The problem however is...
The difficulty of this battle is probably not small.
Even if you bind your equipment, there is no guarantee that you will be able to bring the equipment back intact.
Bunny, who was standing beside him checking the equipment, saw the hesitation in his partner's eyes, put his right hand on his shoulder, and said with a smile.
"Stop moaning, just take it if you want."
Tomorrow shook his head and said cautiously.
"The big guys chipped in to buy it. To be honest, this battle will definitely be much more difficult than when we fought against the Bloody Hand clan. I'm not sure I can bring it back."
The death penalty in this game is a bit heavy.
In the past, when everyone's pockets were cleaner than their faces, they didn't feel much. Now as the game progresses further, Tomorrow feels more and more that the loss of equipment is the biggest loss compared to deducting the silver coins and the three-day resurrection CD.
Therefore, he must carefully calculate the benefits and risks, and what equipment to bring with him for any task.
Expecting Tomorrow to say that, Bunny grinned and patted him on the shoulder.
"Equipment is bought for use, and there is a sense of being shy. Isn't the meaning of the game to do things that you want to do but dare not do in reality? Don't bring so much burden. Although the big guys chipped in to buy it for you, but I said I bought it for you, so don’t treat it as ours! If you don’t think you can use it, so don’t bring it, then I have no problem. But if you’re afraid of losing it, don’t use it at all, then you might as well hold a bow and arrow spears fight and count."
Walker giggled, and came over: "That's right, you're afraid of a ball! Are you planning to die there? I don't want to die! This bug hasn't been dealt with, and if I die, I don't know how many days it will take to be an OB, Let those cute newbies give away the head, I have to live to the end! No matter what, I have to bring back some spoils!"
Gale coughed lightly: "Everyone, don't say whether you will die or not. Don't forget, we still have to avenge Quit Smoking dude."
Bunny laughed and said, "That's right, to avenge Quit Smoking buddy! I almost forgot if the wind didn't mention it."
Walker: "That's right! Our Quit Smoking buddy finally got the qualification to go online, and he was killed by the plot without experiencing anything. He must do something special!"
Seeing the encouraging eyes of his companions, Tomorrow was moved in his heart, a smile appeared on his face, and he finally stopped hesitating.
"Well, what the hell!"
...
In the shelter.
Tomorrow didn't hesitate anymore, but at this moment [ WC Really Has Mosquitoes ], he was still hesitating in his heart.
After thinking about it for a long time, he finally sighed and went underground to the B2 floor.
Mr. Garbage hasn't been out of the shelter since the 'Winter is Coming' expansion pack started. Still, he would regularly log in, doing push-ups and squats in the lobby.
In his words, it can be upgraded in this way. Anyway, exercising in the game is not as tiring as in reality. If you don’t log in and can’t sleep, it’s better to find something to do.
The big guys didn't believe it at first. It really took him up a notch as a result.
After that upgrade, Mr. Garbage was as excited as a two-hundred-pound child, and even went to the forum to update a guide, created a fitness game, and became the first person to play with iron in "Wasteland OL".
By the way, since he didn't do any tasks and had to spend money to eat, Mosquito was feeding him during this time.
Of course, like when buying land, the money was borrowed.
Looking at the lizard squatting in the corner, Mosquito coughed softly.
"Are you going to squat Mr. Garbage?"
Mr. Garbage raised his head with a look of surprise.
"Huh? Why are you back?"
Mosquito: "Mission, come back and get the equipment."
"Oh, I received it too," Mr. Garbage nodded, with an envious expression on his face, "I really envy you, being able to roll in the snow, the last time I went out to fight—"
"Is it the same as last time?" Brother Mosquito comforted, "Don't worry, we are all normal people, even if we can go out, we will not roll in the snow. At most, we will do tasks, eat barbecue, and have a bowl of mushroom soup when we are thirsty, listening to the boss lady’s trash talk, watching the cute and serious Yuki count money—”
"Hey! Are you here to show off?!" Mr. Garbage had a look of grief and indignation, but because his face was too ugly, the grief and indignation were not obvious.
Mosquito said with a smile.
"It's not...in fact, I'm here to tell you good news."
"...No bad news?"
"Yes, but it's not important."
"???"
Not paying attention to the vigilant expression on Mr. Garbage's face, Mosquito coughed lightly and continued with a serious expression.
"A while ago, didn't I help Shuri design a steam engine?"
Mr. Garbage nodded vigorously.
"I know, I saw Shuri complaining about you on the forum, saying that you only cared about playing for yourself, and what you made was not what she imagined—"
"That's not the point!" Mosquito interrupted him without hesitation, "The point is, after exchanging experience with Brother Yamasaa, we have improved the steelmaking process, and now we can cast lighter and more durable boilers! Speaking of which, How much strength do you have?"
"I've reached level 4 now... I have 14 points of strength," Mr. Garbage's expression was slightly hesitant, and he suddenly understood something, his eyes widened, "Wait, are you trying to—"
Seeing that his good brother understands him so well, Mosquito has a smile on his face.
"I need you to carry a 40kg heavy armor, a 10kg boiler and 60 liters of boiling water, rush into the forest in the most vicious posture you think, jump into the trench, and tear up the enemies in front of you! Or directly put Put boiling water on their faces! In short, use all the methods you can think of to kill them!"
Mosquito stared at him with bright eyes.
"Art is a blast!"
"I often think that the power of the explosion is not strong enough to produce effective damage...but now I have a new way of thinking!"
"Would you like to be my spark!"
...
7 p.m.
Next to the steel platform of the Pioneer, 10 power armors were assembled.
In addition, there are 15 light infantry wearing exoskeletons, and 5 mechanical dogs carrying dual-carrying drone hives.
Everyone is in high spirits.
Even the four-legged mechanical dog is rubbing against the metal soles.
Standing in front of the battle, Oliver, holding a Gauss rifle and wearing a burly alloy heavy armor, was mobilizing his subordinates for the final battle.
These are almost all the ground weapons that can be dispatched on the Pioneer.
As for the four-wheeled off-road vehicle, since it can't play a big role in the complex mixed terrain of jungle and ruins, it is easy to be set fire by the opponent if it breaks down in the snow pit, so it is better not to bring it.
Anyway, with the exoskeleton, the ammunition that the light infantry can carry is enough for them to finish the battle, and the mobility will not be too bad.
Although compared to the Legion, they are indeed at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. But it's not a big problem.
In addition to running on the ground, there is also a light fixed-wing UAV in the sky, carrying 600 rounds of electromagnetic acceleration mass bombs, two metal hydrogen high-explosive bombs with an equivalent of 50 kilograms, and an adjustable equivalent of up to 10 tons. The tactical nuclear bombs are on standby at any time.
Air supremacy is entirely on their side!
At the same time, in the forest more than ten kilometers away.
Sitting in the dark temporary command post, Vanus was quietly facing an old paper map.
There are dense dots distributed on the map, like chess pieces on a sandboard.
Since no light source is available, nothing can be seen here. However, it doesn't matter.
Although there was silence in the communication channel, and the information about the enemy was also dark, Vanus didn't feel the slightest panic in his heart.
This is not the first time he has waged asymmetrical warfare, and he and his men have already experienced the power of technology during the year of fighting the Great Rift Valley.
But so what? They themselves are the crystallization of technology.
The ultimate quantity is also a kind of quality.
All deployments have been done.
He believed that his subordinates would bring him the glory of victory.
At this time, a ray of light lit up in the distance, a mushroom cloud rose from the flat ground, and the shock wave of the explosion even faintly rushed to the door of the tent.
The communication signal in the radio station is like a candle in the wind, intermittent, and under the influence of electromagnetic pulse, it emits a noisy current sound.
The pupils that were as calm as lake water finally imprinted a trace of fanaticism, Vanus stood up from the chair, and put his fists on the map.
"Finally come!"
The sound of explosions came one after another, and the flames of the muzzles and the flames of the explosions ignited the edge of the forest and the ruins.
Under the order of the captain, the clone light infantry crawling in the trench pressed down the needle with their thumb and injected the anti-radiation agent into the blood vessel.
The scorching light scorched their backs and burned their sides. The skin began to rot, the bone marrow was dying, and the organs were gradually failing. Their mouths seemed to contain a lump of rusty iron——
But even so, it was not enough to make them die immediately.
Even though hundreds of people died in just a moment, it was still not enough to shake them. The sting of the ants on the back of their necks constantly awakened the memory of fear in their brains.
Don't look back!
"Fire!!"
The orange-yellow trajectory wove a net over the forest and ruins, and the collision of steel and flesh played a prelude under the snowy night.
Under the cover of drones, power armor, exoskeleton infantry, and quadrotor drones pierced the side ribs of the legion like a sharp armored spearhead.
The line of defense was torn apart in an instant, like a downed snowman. However, the Legion is obviously not for dry food.
The clone light infantry rushed forward one after another, and the bazooka shuttled between the silent forest and the ruins. Accompanied by the fragmentation grenades thrown by the grenades, the gravel and rubble were blown up everywhere.
The snow was dyed red by fire.
The night burns in the north wind.
Oliver looked solemn, and while replacing the barrel, he turned off the night vision function of the helmet, because it is no longer needed.
What no one knows is.
At this moment, a group of blue coats with long guns and short cannons, taking advantage of the cover of night, quietly approached from the east of the battlefield...
