Chapter 430 My Friend, Not Everyone in This World Is as Simple-Minded as You (1/2)

"Fuck..."

Looking at the messy military base in front of him, the man standing at the entrance of the camp in bulletproof armor couldn't help but swear.

His name is Wager, belonging to the 9th thousandth team of the 30,000th team, leading a team of ten, stationed at an outpost about 20 kilometers away from here, responsible for monitoring the valley on the northwest side of Camp 530 and guarding a relay signal tower.

An hour ago, he received news from the 9th thousandth team that Camp 530 did not routinely report the security situation and did not respond to the command post's communication, asking him to take his troops there immediately to see if their communication equipment was broken or encountered any accidents.

Wag did not dare to hesitate, and immediately took three brave men, rode a three-wheeled diesel motorcycle, and went cross-country for more than 20 kilometers to Camp 530.

However, when he arrived at the military base, he found that it had already become a ruin...

"Is anyone there?"

He shouted at the top of his voice, but there was no commotion or any response inside.

Wager held his rifle horizontally with great tension, waved his fist decisively, and led three riflemen to carefully pass through the camp gate and go deep into the military base.

The street lights on both sides of the road were all dark, and the power supply system here seemed to have been destroyed. Except for the burning barracks, there was only a little bit of thin moonlight.

Going forward along the fragmented road, when passing the area near the garage, everyone's face was not very good, and it was blue and white.

One by one, the charred corpses lay crookedly, and many curled up together, and even a complete human figure could not be found.

As for the garage with the door open, the tanks and trucks inside had all been driven away, and the supplies inside had been moved out, not even a wrench and a screwdriver were left.

Wager swallowed his saliva and led his riflemen to search in the direction of the command post.

Soon they passed a checkpoint, where it seemed that a fierce exchange of fire had taken place not long ago.

Whether it was the collapsed sandbag wall or the bodies full of bloody holes, it was not difficult to see how brutal the Legion soldiers who had been defending here an hour ago had encountered.

The same was true for the mutant mercenaries not far away.

Those big guys either had their heads smashed or had a big hole in their chests, shot through by some large-caliber weapons. There was almost no intact body, and the death was extremely miserable.

Even the mutants with strong recovery abilities couldn't bear it...

Not to mention those ordinary people.

"... Damn it, I bet this was definitely not done by the guerrillas and the Kingdom Army!" A rifleman looked around nervously and cursed in a low voice.

Another rifleman, who looked at the younger rifleman, was breathing a little fast, looking around nervously, and muttered in a low voice.

"Could it be someone from the Great Rift Valley?"

Listening to the soldiers whispering in a low voice, Wager looked around solemnly and replied concisely.

"...We just reached an armistice agreement with them at the beginning of the year. We don't rule out the possibility that they will tear up the treaty, but it's not their style to fight without declaring war."

With his men, Wager moved to the door of the command post.

The situation here was equally tragic. The nearby barracks tents and partitions were covered with dense gun holes. There were more than 50 bodies lying in a mess on an open space of less than 50 square meters, and they were all Willant people with bulging noses.

Wage searched around nearby and didn't find the body of the centurion Piman. It was not until he searched the command post and the anti-artillery bunker next to it that he found the problem.

"...All the documents here have been moved out."

Wage frowned slightly, recalling what the superior had told him.

Camp 530 was related to a major plan, which was personally formulated by General Griffin and was related to whether the entire war could end before the end of August.

Therefore, it is imperative to always pay attention to the situation of Camp 530.

Without hesitation, Wager reached out to take down the intercom hanging on his shoulder, pressed the button and said.

"...Calling the headquarters, this is the patrol team of Post 151, we have arrived at Camp 530, the situation here is quite bad, I can't see a single living person... nor the body of the commander of the military base, suspected to be captured by unknown forces."

"Including the confidential documents in the command post, the munitions in the nearby warehouse, the tanks in the garage... the bandits who attacked here almost emptied everything that could be moved."

His eyes wandered around and searched, and suddenly his sight fell on the rows of extinguished street lights, and the expression on his face gradually became unnatural.

In an instant, Wager suddenly thought of something, and his expression gradually became solemn.

"All electronic equipment is paralyzed, including the street lights. The military base is dark, and I can't find any electronic equipment that is still working."

"Although it sounds a bit incredible, my intuition tells me... this is definitely not a simple power system failure."

After a half-second pause, he took a deep breath and said his guess.

"It is most likely EMP!"

...

Camp 530 suffered a devastating blow.

The elite troops stationed there were almost wiped out.

Moreover——

It is suspected that they were hit by EMP!

The news was reported through various levels and soon reached the frontline headquarters of the Legion in Oasis No. 9, waking up a group of senior officers from their sleep.

Operations meeting room.

Griffin put his hands behind his back and stood upright in front of the strategic map, his vulture-like eyes dangerously narrowed to a slit.

The officers standing behind him were silent, looking at each other, exchanging disbelief and surprise in each other's eyes.

In the past month, their outposts and military bases have been attacked by the Royal Army and guerrillas. However, the Wastelanders who fought with fire sticks have never won.

Like today, the command did not learn about the destruction of the military base until after the battle. This was unprecedented...

Moreover, it was Camp 530 that was attacked.

That’s exactly where it is!

The staff officer standing nearby took a deep breath, broke the silence in the conference room, and spoke.

"...Our planes have scouted the nearby area and found no trace of enemy troops. After stealing the supplies, the attackers were suspected of hiding in a valley 30 kilometers northeast of Oasis No. 9. They should have built a concealment there. Fortifications, our planes didn't see anything."

The silence was broken.

The surrounding officers also jumped into the conversation.

"According to intelligence feedback from nearby outposts, the other party is suspected of using EMP weapons to preemptively destroy the communication tower of the military base... There are two possibilities. The Great Rift Valley has intervened in the war, or the company has increased its military presence in Luoxia Province. ”

"Didn't they build an aviation base near Xizhou City in the River Valley Province? Maybe that's where the people came from!"

"possible!"

Griffin, who had his hands behind his back, did not speak as he listened to the discussions among his subordinates.

Compared with the tragic losses in personnel, equipment, and supplies, what was even more unacceptable to Griffin was that the combat plan he formulated last month was leaked.

Camp 530 is the logistical fulcrum for the entire northern front to launch the next round of general offensive. He does not mind the casualties of the subordinates of the vassal states on the front line, but he has to carefully consider taking down the Lion Kingdom without sufficient armor and supply support. How many casualties will the northern defense zone need to pay...

Luoxia Province is not only honey badgers and lions, but also humps and golden lizards. If the Falcon Kingdom wants to conquer the entire Luoxia Province, they must control casualties.

otherwise……

What is gained is quickly lost.

"...It is a pity that our perfect plan was leaked. If they can accurately find Camp 530, they will know where our troops are at which day and hour."

After looking around at the people in the camp, General Griffin glanced sharply at every face present and spoke word by word.

"The strategic deployment of the northern line must be adjusted... It will not be difficult, but I want to know where exactly it went wrong."

The room was eerily quiet, as if you could hear a pin drop.

Just when everyone was tensing up nervously, Griffin suddenly changed the topic and touched on the topic lightly.

"Of course, I believe in your loyalty. The problem should lie in a certain link below. I need you to open your eyes wide and find the mole."

After hearing these words, the officers finally breathed a sigh of relief, with expressions of relief on their faces, and stood at attention.

"As you command!"

"Yes, sir!"

Looking at his subordinates with their heads raised and chests raised, Griffin nodded, his eyes drifted back to the map hanging on the wall, and he fell into deep thought.

EMP weapons.

That is obviously not the kingdom's equipment, there is a high probability - no, it should be said that it must be the handiwork of the enterprise!

According to the information registered by the Logistics Department, Camp 530 just took over a batch of supplies from the Bugla Free State two days ago, which shows that the Great Rift Valley is not aware of the existence of this supply line, otherwise they would have had other ways to stop their vassals. Continue to do business with the Legion.

Thinking of this, Griffin couldn't help but frowned.

Didn't McClung brag?

Was the Heart of Steel really taken down by corporate reinforcements?

If that's the case...

I'm afraid they are in quite a lot of trouble.

…

On the other side, while the frontline headquarters was meeting overnight to formulate a combat plan, a desert-colored truck parked at the entrance of the military camp where the headquarters was located.

Colway jumped out of the truck first and glanced at the door. His eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the officers waiting there.

"Fedel?! Great! You're alive!"

Fedir, an officer under General McClun, has the same military rank as a high-ranking centurion, but is a round older than him.

Looking at the dusty Colway, Fedil gave a military salute, walked up to him excitedly, and held his right hand.

"At the last critical moment, I followed General McClung to the escape pod and narrowly escaped death... But it was you. It's great to see you alive!"

The two have a good relationship in private.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be waiting here.

Colway said with emotion on his face with a smile on his face.

"To be honest, I almost surrendered in the desert. The battlefield was in chaos at that time. I couldn't even get ten people around me, and there were still those barbarian soldiers chasing me. I even wanted to give up for a while... Thanks to this A brother."

As he said that, he pulled the War Guy who had just got out of the car to his side.

Fedil glanced at the man with a tanned face, noticed that the bridge of his nose was flat, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise.

"Who is this?"

"pangolin!"

After forcefully patting the dull-looking man on the shoulder, Colway grinned at Fedil.

"Even though he is a wastelander, he is different from those people. He is a brave guy... Not only his skills in his hands, but his loyalty to the legion puts even me to shame. In order to raise enough money to travel back, he is even willing to I would have died in shame in the desert if he had not inspired me to put aside my dignity as a soldier.

Hearing the name Pangolin, Fedil finally recognized the commander of the retinue army who was personally promoted by General McClun - the ruthless man who single-handedly killed the Mother of Death Claws!

Along the way, McClun was talking about the head of the Deathclaw Mother, but it was a pity that he didn't take that collection with him.

Unexpectedly, this ruthless man also followed him, and even led Colway through the desert all the way here.

Saved a high-ranking centurion.

For the followers, it can be regarded as a great achievement!

Fedil looked at the warlord and said solemnly.

"Thank you for saving my friend and bringing him back safely...I will definitely return this favor to you."

"No need to thank me, this is what I should do." Warfielder skillfully repeated what he had said many times.

"We are all doing what we should do, but for those who do particularly well, appropriate rewards should be given...I will report your credit."

Fedil smiled, patted the pangolin on the shoulder, then looked at Colway, who was also smiling, and continued.

"Come with me, things have changed a lot here. I'll take you to demobilization registration first, and we'll talk about other things as we go..."

Colway needs to report first and restore his military status. After all, he has been missing for so long and is already half dead on the roster.

The Legion will go through some professional processes to verify his identity and that he is not a fake clone or bionic person.

As for the "pangolin", there is no need to go through so many complicated procedures. After registering his name on the military roster, he was left to hang out in the barracks of the Logistics Department.

It was now late at night, and except for the lights at the outpost, the rest of the camp was dark, and it was not easy for him to wander around.

After waiting for a while, a support staff finally came over, took him to a nearby canteen, and arranged for the cooks to cook him a large table of late-night snacks.

Glancing enviously at the epaulettes on Mr. Pangolin's shoulders, the support staff said respectfully.

"Master Fedil asked me to entertain you. If you need anything, please tell me. Apart from wine and women, I can help you think of anything else at this time."

Looking at the face of this young man, the warlord saw that there was no obvious bulge on the bridge of his nose, and his slightly deep eye sockets looked like those of a desert dweller, presumably a citizen of the Falcon Kingdom.

He was not polite even though he was hungry all the way and said it bluntly.

"Prepare more meat for me, preferably beef. My appetite may be a bit big, and the portion for most people may not be enough."

It doesn’t cost any money anyway.

Wouldn’t it be a loss if we didn’t eat more?

The young man laughed when he heard this.

"You are the Awakened One, don't worry about this! Lord Colway has already told me to prepare food for three people!"

It turns out that Colway has already said hello to him...

Seeing the smile on the young man's face, the warlord also smiled sheepishly.

This is what I said...

As if he is a loser.

After a short wait, the food was quickly served.

It includes a whole roasted shank of beef and a basket of freshly baked loaves sprinkled with icing sugar and nuts.

Not only that, there is also a basket of juicy grapes, red sweet dates, and unlimited supply of milk.

Looking at this table of delicacies that were so rich that people couldn't take their eyes away, the warlord couldn't help but sigh.

It is indeed the canteen of the headquarters.

This damn food is so delicious!

"If it's not enough, I can arrange for the kitchen to prepare it for you..." The young man bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Please use it slowly."

With the thought of "if you take one more bite, the enemy will take one less bite", the warlord sat down at the long table and ate without any concern for his image.

Seeing this guy feasting so deliciously, the young man standing aside looked hungry. He couldn't help but swallow and tried not to look over.

After a while, Colway, who had finally completed the formalities, came to the cafeteria.

He glanced appreciatively at the pangolin showing off its beef shank. He didn't think there was anything rude about this eating scene. He pulled out a chair and sat directly across from the dining table, snapping his fingers at the young man beside him.

"Serve me a steak."

"Yes sir."

The young man nodded respectfully and quickly turned around and went to the kitchen.

After wiping the silver table knife, Colway said casually.

"We were delayed a little while going through the formalities. Unexpectedly, as soon as we arrived here, something big happened on the back."

Hearing Colway's words, the warlord swallowed the food in his mouth and replied vaguely reflexively.

"Something big happened."

"Camp 530 was attacked."

"Camp 530? What is that?"

"The logistics hub of the Northern Front Army is the camp we passed by two days ago," Colway said helplessly. "What a coincidence...it's only two days apart. If we had been delayed for two days on the road, I’m afraid my life will be left there.”

Hearing this, the warlord almost choked out the food in his mouth, and in order to hold back his coughing, his face turned red.

Good guy.

As soon as he forwarded the information, the alliance followed closely with its own information and took over the military base.

This is really pushing yourself into a pit of fire!

However, Colway did not doubt him, or even think about him at all.

After all, they had been in the same truck for the past two days. No one would have thought that this guy who slept like a pig could send messages in his sleep.

"Will they...be suspicious of us?"

"We?" Hearing this hesitant tone, Colway was slightly stunned.

Then he seemed to have heard some funny joke and shook his head with a smile.

"How is it possible? We just retreated to this area and we don't even know the number of the camp. How can we possibly know the role that military base plays in General Griffin's plan?"

"Moreover, taking a step back, we only got there two days ago. Even if the news is leaked immediately, our enemies will need time to verify the news, and then formulate a combat plan based on the verified intelligence... It will take at least a month. ”

After picking up the cup and taking a sip of hot cocoa, Colway moistened his throat and said with a slightly solemn expression.

"To be honest, I'm a little suspicious of the guy named Adan."

"Adan?" Warfield was stunned for a moment, "But...what reason does he have to betray us?"

"Sometimes, you don't need a lot of reasons to do something, and I'm not just suspicious of him, but all businessmen from Bugla Free State."

Colway looked at the warlord and said in a gentle tone.

"My friend, not everyone in this world is as simple-minded as you."

"Those businessmen have no loyalty at all. They are not loyal to anyone. Their lives are just a pile of dung that they will not take with them after life or death. They are just a body without a soul. Today they can sell them to us for attack. Spear, may sell the shield to our enemies tomorrow. I am grateful for his kindness, but I would not be surprised at all if he betrayed us."

Warlander nodded guiltily.

"I see."

"It's good that you understand. I'm really worried that you will be deceived by those people." Colway nodded appreciatively, paused for a moment and continued, "I said before that I would recommend you to General Griffin, but this happened. I'm afraid it will have to wait."

The warlord immediately said sensibly.

"It's okay, sir. I'm not in a hurry. You can wait as long as you want."

There's no way I can give him a good introduction.

He didn't want to see that guy at this time either.

The warlord believed that everyone in the legion could not be as stupid as the guy in front of him.

Especially Griffin, who is always called the "Old Fox", is afraid that he has more evil in his stomach than himself, and he is really afraid of being seen through at a glance.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Kelwei looked at his good brother with concern, "I feel like you don't look well."

Warlander said in a confused tone.

"It's a little bit, maybe I'm not used to the climate... I've never been to such a dry place."

Colway nodded and said in a relieved tone.

"This is indeed the case in the desert. You have to adapt as soon as possible. There is still a long way to go in the future. Sooner or later we will go further."

The warlord said, cheering up.

"I will adapt as soon as possible!"

…

Vault 404.

Chu Guang, who was leaning on the sofa and drinking iced Coke, was so happy that he couldn't help but look at the news that flooded the official website forum and the first-hand battle reports sent by the fallen players.

Dragging the wheel with his index finger, he couldn't help but let out a sound of appreciation.

"It's money well spent!"

Whether it is the "Seagull" drone or the "Cerberus" unmanned vehicle, their performance on the battlefield has exceeded expectations.

I have to boast, the gadgets provided by “Fallen Empire” are indeed awesome!

Of course, thanks to the superb performance of the players, the Death Corps, which is famous for its battle damage rate, only lost more than thirty people this time.

Normally, for them, these casualties would be only a fraction.

"We have to take advantage of this battle to buy more goods!"

Including the R-36 "Sanction" air-to-ground missile used by the "Seagull" drone, one EMP missile directly turned the entire military base into a deaf and mute person. The unit price is only 250,000!

Then there is the white phosphorus bomb, which sells for only 100,000 Cr and has an amazing killing effect on soft targets.

Although the price can't be called high quality and low price, it doesn't matter since it's the military aid budget and not your own money.

To be honest, Chu Guang originally thought that the guys on the east coast would be taboo about such cruel weapons, but he didn't expect that he was overly worried.

Leaning back on the sofa, Chu Guang looked at Xiao Qi sitting on the desk and said with joy.

"Xiao Qi, contact Wu Mu, the representative of Changge Group, for me. Tell him that I plan to purchase ten more of those 'Seagull' drones!"

"Okay! Master!" Xiaoqi replied enthusiastically, and then obediently contacted the seller.

Chu Guang continued to browse the forum and found that his "Pangolin" had just been online, so he clicked on this friend Gangshui's post.

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Damn it! You guys are so cruel, you hit me right after I took my lead!"

Irena: "Has your identity been exposed? If exposed, I will ask the mole to draw a notebook for you. (Funny)"

Mole on the run in the canyon: "Get out! I don't draw that kind of book!"

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Exposed! Fortunately, I was smart and fooled me. Next time, take it easy and at least wait until I am far away before you explode! By the way, the 530 camp you bombed seems to be the northern front of the Legion." The logistics hub...because the battle plan was exposed, the Legion's northern offensive was forced to be postponed. This is what I just heard from Colway."

Quit smoking: "Fuck! Awesome!"

Ye Shi: "666!"

Commander Quanshui: "Hahaha, actually I think the time of this operation is quite good. Although the timing is a bit coincidental, but because of this, you are not easily suspected."

Fang Chang: "+1, the more important the strategic goal is, the more careful planning is needed, otherwise things will easily go wrong."

The edge of the water was drawn: "Hey, don't say it. The friendly forces responsible for the feint attack got the time zone wrong this time, and the operation was moved a full hour ahead of time! We must have rushed there in time. If we had been slower for a few minutes, we would have been too late. Destroyed by the regiment!"

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Holy shit, is it so real?"

The edge of the water was paddling: "No, the construction guy's three wheels are almost smoking!"

The construction site boy and Brick: "MMP! How dare you say that! (angry)"

Drum shampooer: "That's it! It's so annoying! I'll use a battery car next time!"

The edge of the water strokes: "Gan! Can you say this is me picking? You should consider the actual situation! It is full of sand as far as the eye can see. Where can I get you a charging bottle?"

The leader of the Death Corps began to argue with the strength beasts in the regiment. Several intelligence-based players opened a new post and started bragging with other players.

Especially those with big debts.

He was so happy operating the "Seagull" drone to catch French fries in the sky that he was almost blown away by the power of the drone.

The only flaw is that the bomb load is too small.

Before he was satisfied enough, all the bullets were used.

In any case, Chu Guang finally felt relieved after seeing that the "pangolin" was fine.

The reason why he acted so hastily was to prevent this guy from being suspected, but now it seems that the situation he was worried about has not happened.

More than 800 kilometers.

It takes a pigeon a day to fly this distance.

There are no large communication base stations or communication satellites. It takes two days to complete the exchange of information and formulate a combat plan. It is a bit fanciful no matter how you think about it.

After confirming the safety of the intelligence officer, Chu Guang did not rush to issue new tasks to him, but asked him to lurk.

He planned to use this chess piece in a key place.

It's best to have the opportunity to take away those big noses in one wave.

As for now, it's not the time yet...