Chapter 382 "Strong Walls and Clear Fields" (1/2)

Boulder City.

At the trading post at the east gate, two-headed oxen carrying large and small bags were lined up from the city gate to the viaduct directly opposite.

Weapons worth a total of 50 million chips will be delivered to the northern suburbs of Qingquan City within a week.

This includes 10,000 drone assault rifles, 10,000 sets of body armor, helmets and other protective gear, and 3,000 sets of KV-1/2 exoskeletons.

In addition to light weapons, there are also 80mm mortars, various types of light and heavy machine guns, etc.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as the manpower is sufficient, these equipment alone are enough to arm an entire infantry division!

Faced with the threat from the Legion, the city hall of Boulder City almost opened the door to the arsenal and sent all the weapons prepared for the wave to the northern suburbs.

What particularly surprised Chu Guang was that Boulder City sent over incendiary bombs and high-explosive warheads used to deal with the waves.

These warheads are mainly carried by aircraft and launched in a laser-guided or unguided manner. They are usually used to clear slime mold fruiting bodies in an area.

It’s effective for slime mold, and naturally it’s effective for people too!

With a few modifications, these warheads can be mounted on Goblin Technology's rocket vehicles and pour a massive amount of firepower onto the legion's positions in a short period of time.

As for the power, there is no doubt about it.

When he was fighting against the tide, Chu Guang had spent tens of thousands of chips to buy an air strike. He knew very well how strong the physical killing effect of that thing was!

As for how to board the airship...

The answer given by Jushi Military Industry is that although they have some good ideas, they need some time.

There were indeed aerospace landing craft in the People's Alliance era, but they were usually prepared for space stations and large starships. As for aerospace landing craft in the atmospheric environment...

It has only been thrown to the ground from high orbit, and I have never heard of it landing from the ground to the sky.

Isn’t that an “old antique” like the Rockets?

But Chu Guang was not in a hurry.

Facing a behemoth like Legion, he did not expect this war to end in a short time.

But what he didn't expect was that just when he was having a headache on how to break through the defense of the airship, Goblin Technology gave him an unexpected surprise...

…

North of Shuguang City, shooting range.

What was in front of Chu Guang at this moment was an aluminum tank that was as thick as a thigh and as long as an arm. The shape of this thing was somewhat similar to the oxygen tank carried by a diver. There were multiple connecting rings around the tank. It looks like it can be used by multiple people.

Chu Guang stared at this thing for a long time and couldn't figure it out, so he simply asked.

"This...can you tell me how to use it?"

Mosquito chuckled and said proudly.

"Of course! I am about to introduce to you the latest masterpiece of our goblin technology! I call it - a three-dimensional mobile device!"

Hearing this word, Chu Guang almost stopped and coughed dryly.

"Can you change your name?"

Mosquito glanced at the manager strangely.

Although he didn't know what was wrong with the name, he still spent some brain cells and scratched his head to think about it again.

"Uh, what about the Sky Monkey?"

"..."

Sighing as if giving up, Chu Guang continued.

"First introduce its functions to me."

Not seeing the helplessness in his eyes, Mosquito nodded excitedly.

"okay!"

The structure of the entire equipment is very simple, mainly consisting of a launcher with a built-in winch and a "rocket" carrying a rope.

The working principle of this thing is very similar to a recoilless rifle.

The only difference is that the charge and tail flame temperature have been adjusted, and there is a rope made of devil's wire behind the rocket.

The entire set of equipment is for one-time use, with a maximum effective range of 700m.

A trigger fuze is installed on the front end of the warhead. After hitting the target, a secondary explosion will be triggered, and the energy-gathering effect will be used to drive the hook lock into the target.

Then, the winch inside the tank will start to rotate, driven by the motor, to pull the user from the ground to the high-altitude target.

This thing is like a large grapple launcher.

However, because it continues to accelerate like a rocket, the launch distance is much longer than a normal hook, and since the hook's flying speed is not very fast, the impact of the deflector shield will be minimized.

His mouth was dry, so Mosquito stopped talking and suggested.

"No matter how much you say, it's better to practice. I'll show you how to do it!"

Chu Guang thought it made sense, but he happened to be confused when he heard it, so he nodded.

"Okay, here?"

"Of course not. We have to go to the south to find a tall enough building, and..."

Mosquito's eyes glanced around the shooting range, and his eyes were fixed on the young apprentice he had taken in not long ago.

"Giggle, come here quickly, I'll give you a glorious mission!"

Being stared at by mosquitoes, Guda instinctively felt something was wrong.

"What do you want to do?"

"Of course it's to test the alliance's new equipment!" Mosquito said with a smile, "This is an opportunity to show off in front of the managers, so take advantage of it!"

Upon hearing this, Guda suddenly became unhappy.

"Holy shit, I won't do it! I was just resurrected the day before yesterday! You want to send me down again, why don't you do it--"

"600 silver coins!"

"make a deal!"

When he said these two words, he didn't even frown, and ran towards the "three-dimensional mobile device" with a cheerful expression.

It was completely impossible to tell that he looked unhappy just a few seconds ago.

Chu Guang, who was standing aside, was dumbfounded.

Good guy.

What kind of capitalist is this?

After taking a look at the happy little newbie, Chu Guang hesitated for a moment and said.

"Is it okay for intelligence players?"

Mosquito chuckled, patted his chest and said.

"Don't worry, Sir Manager, I assure you! Even the equipment of Goblin Technology can be used normally even if it is intelligence type!"

Seeing the confident expression on his face, Chu Guang always had an ominous premonition.

The group left the shooting range and came to the north of Qingquan City, where they found a relatively sturdy 100-story high-rise building.

Guda fastened the nylon buckle tied to his body on the large Sky Monkey, and then carried it on his back like a squat.

"...The reason for using this posture is mainly to allow the tank to contact the ground and stabilize the launch angle."

"No need to explain to me," Chu Guang coughed slightly and said, "Let's start quickly."

"okay!"

Looking at the building hundreds of meters high, Mosquito glanced at the top of the building with a telescope, and then said.

"Elevation angle 79°, target due south——"

"emission!"

Following his command, the device behind Guda made a loud bang.

A slender rocket was seen shooting out of the tank, dragging a white column of air and a rope into the air.

Except that the caliber is a bit smaller, it's really the same as the RPG's launch method!

Chu Guang looked up in shock and saw that the rocket hit the roof of the building. After the hit, a cloud of dust exploded, and the hook in the warhead was driven into the wall.

A rope made of devil's silk is firmly connected between the building and the ground.

it turns out……

Success! ?

Chu Guang's eyes were full of surprise, mainly because he didn't expect that this kind of equipment put together by pure imagination could actually be achieved.

Holding the telescope, Mosquito shouted excitedly.

"Confirmed hit! Prepare to land!"

"Okay Master!"

Although I was a little scared at first, I saw that this equipment was not as stretchy as I thought, and a little expectation gradually appeared on Guda's face.

However--

The moment he pressed the switch, the accident happened after all.

The winch suddenly exerted force, pulling him to the roof of the building, and at the same time, it also pulled him forward.

"ah--!"

Guda let out a short mournful cry, and then like a pendulum hanging in the air, it clicked against the wall together with the transmitter on its back.

It happened so suddenly.

So much so that there was no time to react at all.

Looking up at the bloody launch tube that was dragged to the roof of the building, and the shocking mark left on the wall, Chu Guang not only had no waves in his heart, but actually had the feeling that this was indeed the case.

Perhaps in his psychological expectations, he never expected Goblin Technology's products to be successful in the first place.

"Uh... My, my, this thing is still suitable for straight up and straight down firing, not suitable for tilting. I made a stupid mistake," Mosquito said with an embarrassed expression, "But I assure you, this The design ideas are absolutely fine! ”

"Once our players get close to the iron knot, the rest of the things will be much easier! Whether they climb in from the bomb bay or use a cutter to cut a hole in it and get in, they can easily handle it! "

Looking at the mosquitoes who were vowing to draw cakes there, Chu Guang nodded subtly.

"I believe you."

Believe it or not, apart from this bad idea, he has no other better solution for the time being.

The road to success is always tortuous, and it seems unrealistic to expect it to be done in one step.

However, Chu Guang still hopes that Brother Mosquito can make a dummy next time.

Goblintech's weapons rarely let him down.

But this research and development method is a bit too labor-intensive...

…

Three days have passed since that majestic airship vented its apocalyptic flames towards the earth.

The survivors living in the nearby area also spent three days in anxiety.

The legion collected food everywhere, causing people to complain.

Fortunately, a group of soldiers wearing exoskeletons came out and taught the beasts a lesson. The patrols and transport teams they beat were forced to flee, which was a relief for them.

These soldiers usually operate in teams of four, specifically targeting lone patrols.

They occasionally come into contact with the locals, but the communication is not much, mainly to replenish fresh water and inquire about the legion's movements.

These soldiers claimed to be from the company, but they did not speak very fluently in Renlianyu, and the grammar was quite strange.

The local survivors didn't think much of it.

Maybe that’s how people on the East Coast talk, since they haven’t been there anyway…

Dusk.

The north gate of Kating Station welcomed a group of uninvited guests.

Seeing the group of soldiers wearing black robes and loaded with ammunition at the door, the village chief Mudka's mood suddenly sank to the bottom.

People from the legion just arrived yesterday and took away 5 cows and 1,000 kilograms of green wheat from them.

Unexpectedly, they came again today.

And the number was ten times that of yesterday, with more than 200 people coming...

Although he guessed that something was wrong, the old man still moved his lead-filled legs and stepped forward bravely.

"Sir... I'm the village chief here. We met yesterday."

The wrinkled face was full of flattering smiles, but the leading officer did not look at him.

Glancing at the camp, Kolwe narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a leisurely voice.

"Yesterday, one of our patrols was attacked nearby."

Hearing this, the old man's forehead was immediately covered with cold sweat.

He did hear gunshots last night, but it was quite far away from here, at least three or four kilometers.

This kind of thing is not uncommon in the wasteland. Either two groups of wastelanders are fighting, or they encounter alien species active in the forest. He didn't take it seriously at all.

"That, that has nothing to do with us... It must be done by the people of the enterprise. I seem to have seen those guys wearing exoskeletons!"

Those people said that if they encounter danger, they can put all the blame on them. Anyway, they don't care about this.

Of course, Mudka will not be polite and immediately reveal their identities.

Not interested in this kind of information, Kolwe continued expressionlessly.

"Whether it has anything to do with you or not, this place has become a war zone."

"Before we dig out those bugs and get rid of them, you need to migrate with us to the designated place to camp."

As soon as the voice fell, a commotion spread around, and the survivors standing next to the camp showed surprise, astonishment and even panic on their faces.

"Migrate?" Mudka stared at the officer in front of him blankly, and asked in a trembling voice, "But, but why-"

Kolwe interrupted him unceremoniously.

"No reason, this is an order."

"We are protecting you, I hope you don't be ungrateful."

This is the plan made by General McLen.

The Legion will build a large camp near the Fallen Leaf Ridge on the northwest side of Ruigu City to accommodate survivors within a radius of 100 miles.

It is the intersection of mountains, forests and plains, with abundant water resources. The planned camp is expected to accommodate 100,000 people.

When everything is ready, they will go all the way east, destroy the survivor settlements along the way, and migrate the conquered population and spoils here.

Controlling the western exit of the southern corridor is equivalent to blocking the throat of Luoxia Province leading to the eastern provinces.

General McLennan's ambition is not satisfied with being ordered around by General Griffin. Catching a runaway corporate employee and blocking the reinforcements sent from the east coast is not a big achievement at all.

He wants to expand the sphere of influence of the Legion 500 kilometers further east to lay the foundation for the Legion's next expedition.

Since there are no vassals worth supporting in this area, just create one yourself.

This is not difficult for them.

They don't need to worry about how so many people survive. People are like weeds all over the ground. No matter how bad the conditions are, as long as they continue to lower their living standards and moral bottom line, some of them will survive.

They will support some obedient people to be the leaders of the survivors, and lead them to farm, pick up garbage, and work.

And those leaders who were pushed to the front, in order not to be hanged by the slaves, can only do their best to please them who hold the guns tightly.

As the masters of these slaves, they don't need to do anything, but can collect supplies from them more efficiently.

It's killing two birds with one stone.

Mudka's lips trembled, and he was so scared that he couldn't say a word.

The young man next to him took a step forward and said with courage.

"We don't need your protection. We have lived here for many years... It's always been fine."

Korwei was not interested in talking nonsense with such a small person. He didn't even look at him. He just looked at the time on his watch and then looked at Mudka.

"You have one hour to pack your luggage."

"I will burn the rest for you."

...

The next morning.

The three little players came to the door of Katin Post.

The densely packed tents in the original camp were no longer visible, and now there was only a mess.

From the gate of the wooden fence to the center of the camp, the ground was full of torn rags and damaged wooden boxes.

Everything that could be taken away was taken away, and everything that could not be taken away was burned.

The entire camp had no trace of human habitation.

"Fuck... these dog coins are really ruthless."

Looking at the tragic scene in front of them, the battlefield atmosphere group couldn't help but click their tongues.

Following behind him, [I'm the Blackest] and [Kakarot] were the same, with surprised expressions on their faces.

"Is this the legendary fortification and clearing the countryside?"

"Good guy... there's really nothing left."

"But there seems to be no trace of fighting here, and no blood."

I don't know if this is the case here, but the camp they passed by before was the same.

The battlefield atmosphere group pondered for a while and said.

"Let's search nearby first."

The two players nodded.

"Got it."

Keeping the radio silent, the three agreed on the meeting place and time, spread out in all directions, and carefully explored deep into the camp.

At this moment, their clothes were no different from the scavengers that could be seen everywhere in the wasteland. They all wore a straw hat and patched rags, which completely concealed the exoskeleton underneath and the equipment hanging on the exoskeleton.

Forests, mountains and urban areas can easily hide your whereabouts, but most of the survivor settlements are distributed on the plains on the edge of the forest, and there is a high probability that they will be closely monitored by the observers on the Heart of Steel. No matter how they are broken into pieces, as long as If the other party is not blind, he cannot even see the exoskeleton walking on the plain.

Although this set of skin is not good-looking, it can help them avoid the eye in the sky.

Even if the Legion never cared about accidentally injuring passers-by, they would not be so extravagant as to waste artillery shells on a few passing scavengers.

If that were the case, two more airships wouldn't be enough.

Ignoring the airship floating in the distance, the battlefield atmosphere team searched through the camp, occasionally picking up two pieces of burnt charcoal and throwing them into the sack.

Firstly, it looks more like it, and secondly, it can be used to cook instant noodles in a short while.

The purpose of their coming to this survivor's settlement was firstly to inquire about the legion, and secondly to fill the kettle.

Unfortunately, both goals were unattainable.

The battlefield atmosphere team noticed that the only two wells in the camp had been filled with garbage.

With the water source blocked, the village was basically in ruins.

"...No bodies were found."

Kakarot came back from the side, looked at the warlord and continued, "The legion took away everyone here, whether men, women, old people or children... and their two-headed cows."

The battlefield atmosphere team nodded, looking thoughtful.

"It seems they are getting anxious..."

In three days, they had launched more than 12 attacks as planned, specifically targeting patrols that were not strong enough, and each attack was strictly controlled within three minutes.

Regardless of the outcome of the battle, retreat as soon as the three minutes are up, never fall into a stalemate, and never give the other side a chance to call for fire support.

This style of play works very well.

In fact, the vast majority of ten-person teams could not last more than three minutes in front of a four-person team composed of players.

Ammo consumption?

That kind of thing doesn't exist at all. After the LD-47's bullets are finished, you can just use it on the spot to pick up the weapons of the legion.

Although the "Blade" assault rifle of the Aviation Marine Corps is not as well-made as the "Falcon" of the Youth Army, its firepower is not inferior.

Maintaining this combat mode of fighting to support war, while they were consuming the legion's effective strength, not only did their ammunition not decrease, but they became more and more abundant, and their firepower became more and more abundant.

Faced with continued harassment by the guerrillas, the Legion had to shrink the scope of its patrols and expand the size of each patrol.

But what he didn't expect was that the legions were ruthless enough to demolish the survivors' settlements within the power projection range.

After all, they were taught by the same military academy. The strategy adopted by the Heart of Steel was almost the same as the strategy adopted by the Bone Chewing Tribe in Xizhou City.

I couldn't help but ask.

"Where will those survivors be taken?"

Kakarot shook his head.

"I don't know, but I don't think they will be taken to the airship. It should be a concentration camp or something like that, and let those people help with work, collect supplies in nearby cities, and so on."

There is still a slight difference between the Legion and the Predator, at least they are not cannibals.

Hearing Kakarot's guess, I was stunned for a moment.

"Are those survivors so obedient?"

Kakarot rolled his eyes: "Travelers and mercenaries are a different matter. The survivors living in the local area always have family members. It's not easy to make them obey."

Whether it's using rations or other things as blackmail, or hiring plunderers or mercenaries as overseers, there are more than ten ways he can think of.

Not to mention those "professionals".

The simplest thing is to demolish the survivors' homes directly as they see it.

He had no home to return to, and he didn't want to sleep in the wilderness and turn into the stool of a foreign species, so he could only stay in the camp controlled by the legion.

After all, there are only a few survivors who can survive alone in the wild.

Most people break away from the stable settlement of survivors, and their final outcome will not be much more optimistic than losing their freedom.

"...But this might be an opportunity for us," the battlefield atmosphere team rubbed his chin. "As long as we find the camp where they house survivors, we might be able to sneak in and cause trouble."

Kakarot's eyes lit up.

"That's a good idea."

Unexpectedly, this reckless man can occasionally come up with one or two ideas that sound good.

I hesitated for a moment and said cautiously.

"I suggest that we'd better go back to the base twenty kilometers away and tell Brother Quanshui about the situation here."

"And...our baggage team should have arrived today, and it's time to go back and regroup."

"It makes sense," Warfield Man thought for a while and said, "Let's do this... let's split up. You and Kakarot go back first, and help me bring the exoskeleton back with me. I'll search along their tracks, I will go back and join you as soon as I determine the location of the camp.”

While the tracks are still there, it shouldn't be difficult to follow.

After a while, if it rains or something, it won't be that easy.

Although I was hesitant, I nodded.

"Then be careful."

The warlord grinned and gave his good brothers a trusting look.

"Don't worry, don't you understand my level?"

I showed a subtle expression, and Kakarot simply rolled his eyes.

"You're too bragging, take off your equipment and get out of here."

Warlander let out a hey.

"You can't take it off here."

As he spoke, he glanced at the small woods next to him.

"Just wait for me for a moment."