Chapter 494 Airship From Triumph City! (1/2)

In the square in front of the castle.

Standing on the tower of the gate, I looked out at the sea of ​​people. It was so dark that even the road leading to the square was blocked by water.

Since the promulgation of the Wartime Regulations, this kind of spontaneous large-scale gathering of residents has not happened for a long time.

Everyone is afraid of being caught as a young man, or being arrested as a spy by the Earl of Cromway appointed by His Majesty the King.

Now that the war is over, people dare to wander around the streets with nothing to do.

Looking at the gallows in the center of the square, the people gathered around the square excitedly whispered to each other, talking about the gossip they had heard from others.

"Did you hear that? Matt Neal was sentenced to hang!"

"The Baron?"

"I remember that the Hunter family seemed to have died at his hands."

"His little daughter is so cute...it's a pity that she happened to be attracted by that villain."

"Poor Hunter... I heard that his eldest son died outside the Capital of Plenty. He was so burned that his body could not be found. He himself also lost an arm during the retreat, but unfortunately he did not die on the battlefield. "

"The 20,000th team...it's too miserable."

"...In the end, it was his enemy who helped him take revenge."

"Bah! Matt Neal... this bastard! I remember him! My wife was..." A thin man cursed and spat, but suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

The people around him became more energetic after hearing this, looked at him sympathetically and curiously, and continued to ask questions.

"Then what?"

"Tell me about it."

The man's face turned red, and he was tired of being asked. He finally suppressed a curse and drove away the people who were watching the fun around him.

"Tell me about your mother!"

Next to the gallows not far away, under the gaze of pairs of eyes, the belated "protagonists" finally appeared.

Five typical nobles were captured by Union soldiers and thrown to the gallows by angry citizens.

Facing the inevitable death, even the most ferocious person can't help but turn pale and his lips turn white.

One baron closed his eyes, and the man next to him was so frightened that he peed his pants. The smell leaking from his trouser legs made the executioner who was pressing him to the execution ground frown.

The ugly behavior of the five nobles made the residents in the audience roar with excitement.

They had never seen these decent people in such a miserable state. It was even more exciting than watching crickets wrestling in the mire.

It turns out that these well-dressed people are also afraid of death.

These people are not as noble as they claim to be.

Facing death, they will cry and beg for mercy.

But even if they beg for mercy, the angry citizens are not going to let these hateful guys go.

It was they who sent those young lads to the front line, fat cattle, sheep, and young girls to the military camps, just to please those Weirant people.

These nobles did not dare to resist the rule of the Wilantes, but in turn passed on all the suffering to innocent people like them.

Five people……

Still too few kills!

Because there were no rotten eggs or rotten vegetable leaves, people could only pick up stones on the ground to express their hatred. In order to prevent these people from dying before being executed, the militiamen standing nearby could only step forward and remove the crowd and these people who were waiting to be slaughtered. prisoners separated.

The executioner read aloud a series of countless crimes committed by these people during the war, including murder and arson, street attacks, robbery and other crimes, which further ignited the anger in people's hearts.

"Kill them!"

"Off their heads!"

“Hang them on the street lights!”

"Quiet! Silence! Listen to me!"

A man about thirty or forty years old, wearing linen clothes, walked up to the crowd.

His name is Taut.

He was a papermaker before the War Ordinances were enacted, but now because he was literate, he was picked out by Union soldiers to serve as a representative on the committee.

"Friends from the River Valley Province, tell us to be civilized, even when dealing with jackals and hyenas! We must end their lives in a civilized way!"

The five nobles were gagged, and they didn't even have a chance to quibble. Their necks were tied with hemp rope as thick as a bowl by the executioner's glove.

Taut turned to look at the gallows and waved his right hand vigorously.

"Execution!"

In the cheers of the people, the plank fell heavily, and the five people's feet were empty, their necks were torn off, and their sinful life ended on the gallows.

"Long live the Alliance!"

"Long live the Autonomous Committee!"

"Good kill!"

The people in the audience burst into deafening cheers.

Several people in the crowd had flashing expressions and walked away quietly with pale faces. In the mansion not far from the square, Earl Cromway stood by the window, his hands holding the window eaves shaking.

Today, the Alliance only executed those who committed crimes during the occupation, and did not carry out mass killings in the palace.

But what happens after the Alliance leaves?

This mob that got the guns has gone crazy.

In order to ensure the smooth implementation of the mobilization decree, he killed many people for His Majesty the King...

What he fears most now is that those people will settle the blame on him.

Standing behind Earl Cromway, the white-haired old butler whispered.

"Sir... I suggest you go out of the city to avoid the limelight in the near future."

His master is the man of honor in the eyes of His Majesty the King.

But at this juncture, it's not a good thing to be too close to that bad old man.

The alliance's attitude is unpredictable.

But they suddenly attacked the nobles in the city and gave the guns to the civilians. This was obviously not a good sign.

Earl Cromwell said nothing, his eyes struggled for a while, and finally he gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"I can't leave."

Looking at the surprised butler, Cromwell paused and continued.

"Tomorrow...tomorrow at the latest the Heart of Steel will be here. The alliance's supreme commander or even the manager is very likely to be on that airship."

The king can no longer speak and do anything. If he wants to survive, he can only please his new master... Otherwise, it will be useless no matter where he escapes.

A trace of sadness appeared on the earl's face.

Unfortunately, there is too little information about the alliance.

I don’t know what that adult likes...

…

After the trial and hanging, Taut asked the young men carrying guns to drag the body outside the river embankment and bury it anywhere.

If any family members come, leave it to them directly... But at this juncture, even if their family members want to collect the bodies for them, they may have to wait.

At the behest of the Alliance, the autonomous committee of Falcon City established a new militia group.

Most of these militiamen are young men who have served in the labor force before. They are directly affiliated with the Autonomous Committee and are mainly responsible for maintaining public security in the city.

Looking at the hemp rope dangling gently on the gallows, Taut, who calmed down, suddenly felt a chill running down his spine...

Only then did he realize that the Alliance had put something into his hands.

Killing these guys really relieved his anger. Like the people, he hated those guys who bullied them.

But after the killing, he became afraid.

The Alliance can't stay here forever...

What if they leave?

Will Your Majesty spare him?

Will those nobles spare him?

"Straighten your waist." Looking at Taote, whose face turned slightly pale, Lao Bai reached out and patted his shoulder, grinning and said, "You have a gun in your hand, so what are you afraid of?"

Taut said with a wry smile.

"This, this is not a question of guns... After all, those people are nobles conferred by His Majesty the King."

"So? Are they awakened ones, or do they have a few divisions in their hands?" Lao Bai shrugged, "The alliance has no king, but we are still living well."

Taote and several other industry representatives around him were too frightened to say anything by this rebellious statement, but after thinking about it, it seemed to make sense.

What are they afraid of if they have guns...

Thinking of this, several people grasped the rifles in their hands tighter, as if what they held in their hands was their lifeblood.

Lao Bai smiled and patted the NPC named Taote on the shoulder.

"From today on, you are the chairman of the committee. Remember, even if we leave one day, you can't hand it over casually... This is not for us, but for the oppressed people behind you. Don't let them down. ”

Taut nodded nervously.

"I promise!"

Looking at this middle-aged man, Lao Bai nodded.

They won't be here long.

The Falcon Kingdom is too far away for the Alliance, so far away that these people can regard an imaginary bearded man as a manager.

After all, people need to complete their own salvation.

All they can do is drop a seed on the land.

As for what will grow...

That's up to them.

…

The "Citizens' Autonomous Committee" was just an episode after the Alliance occupied Falcon City. The Burning Corps did far more than that under Chu Guangdi's instructions.

All the equipment in the entire royal capital that could produce seamless steel pipes and stamped bullet casings had been destroyed, and any factories or workshops that were related to the military industry or had just a few connections were blasted and demolished.

As for the craftsmen and engineers trained by the Falcon Kingdom...

It's never a good idea to kill someone.

After Lao Bai and Chu Guang had a phone call, they decided to arrange a new place for these people to settle near Bicester Town.

Coincidentally, the commander of the spring water who had just arrived at the William Industrial Area also inadvertently did something similar.

In the William Industrial Park.

Since the surrender broadcast had already arrived here first, when Quanshui gathered three centurions to attack, they found that the guards stationed here had been disbanded.

Not a single security guard was seen in the huge industrial area.

Inside the First Royal Foundry.

The workers were sitting on the edge of the factory in a daze. When they saw the alliance soldiers coming in, they immediately squatted on the ground.

Seeing the unkind appearance of these people, factory director Bowman quickly stepped forward to greet them and said with a smile on his face.

"Sir... we have surrendered."

Quan Shui glanced at him.

"I know."

That was all last night.

When the rotation was offline, he went to the forum and took a look. He had known that the Falcon Kingdom had surrendered and that a total of 80,000 troops were squatting outside Bicester Town.

All the building materials that were delivered there were used.

Looking at the soldiers who rushed into the factory and rummaged through boxes and cabinets, the smile on Bowman's face gradually turned into anxiety, and he looked at the man in front of him in confusion.

"Then...then what are they doing?"

Commander Quan Shui hadn't spoken yet, so I, standing aside, said for him with a playful smile.

"Come here to get the loot, what's the problem?"

The factory director looked dumbfounded.

Take the spoils and rob those rich aristocratic grandpas!

What can you find in this factory...

At this time, Kakarot, carrying a rifle, came back from the factory in front.

"Two rifle production lines were found... capable of producing 300 rifles a day at full capacity."

"Three hundred?!" I looked at him in deepest amazement and muttered, "This month we will be able to arm an army of ten thousand people."

"Absolutely." Commander Quanshui nodded, looked at Kakarot and continued to ask, "Where are the bullets and cannonballs?"

Kakarot: "The ammunition production line is also here. It's no problem to produce 200,000 to 300,000 rounds per day. There are also 100mm caliber artillery and artillery shells... Fortunately, they have no resources. If the production line is opened to the maximum, this battle will be difficult. Let’s fight until next year.”

Commander Quan Shui nodded and said with emotion.

"Good guy, there are a lot of good things in it."

There is a saying that although those Wilantes do not regard these outsiders as human beings, they still support the Falcon Kingdom as a slave country.

The industrial equipment in this industrial park was obviously not made by the locals themselves. Most of it was transported from the west of the desert.

Including steel plants, chemical plants, etc...

If they were given a few sulfur mines and iron mines, maybe they could hold on for a while longer.

But unfortunately, there is no if in reality.

If the resources of No. 2 Oasis were really that rich, they would not need to seek refuge with the Legion, let alone expand externally.

Just like the Kingdom of Lions.

Looking at the rows of industrial equipment and various types of machine tools that the power players moved out of the factory, I suddenly said with a pity on my face.

"It would be a shame if it exploded. Why don't we move it away."

I heard from professional players that although they have obtained some sophisticated production equipment and machine tools from enterprises, there is still a huge demand for some heavy industrial equipment.

There is no such thing as too much.

Kakarot glanced blankly at this whimsical guy.

"Why are we moving here?"

Kevin, who had a broken leg, couldn't help but complain.

"That's right, where can I put it after it's moved?"

I scratched the back of my head.

"Isn't there an airship? Such a big airship... it shouldn't be difficult to hoist it up, right?"

In order to accommodate those gliders, the Heart of Steel didn't carry much ammunition.

Now that these gliders have been thrown out, they have followed them down. The space freed up can always be filled with some things, right?

Quan Shui thought about it and thought it made sense. After thinking for a while, he came up with a compromise.

"Those who can be moved will be moved, and those who cannot be moved will be blown up!"

It is not easy to transport it directly back to the alliance, but you can transport it to the honey badger kingdom next door first.

Renting a piece of land shouldn't be too difficult.

If the manager intends to keep Bicester Town in their hands, supplying supplies nearby from the factory in the Honey Badger Kingdom is the best option.

With that said, Commander Quanshui walked up to the factory director and announced his decision.

"Although your equipment is a little behind and looks a little shabby, it is still usable. It is really a pity that it exploded like this."

Hearing that the corps commander planned to let go of these machines, the factory director's expression suddenly became happy. However, before he could be happy, the man in front of him spoke immediately.

"...So we decided not to blow up the ones that can be moved, but only to blow up those that can't be moved. You pick a few knowledgeable engineers for us and let them help us, and it also saves everyone's time."

I have never heard such a shameless request, and it was made so naturally, the factory director said with a sad face.

"Take me with you."

I didn't expect this guy to be so smart. Quan Shui looked at him in surprise, a pleasant smile appeared on his face, and he patted his shoulder hard.

"Yes, no problem! I'm glad that you are willing to abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side. We can help you take your family away with you!"

Factory Director: "???"

Without looking at the confused factory director, Quan Shui gave me the darkest look and said specifically in human couplet.

"You follow the factory director to his home, and remember to be polite."

I gave a dark hey and tightened the rifle on my back.

"okay!"

…

Cleaning out the cables tangled in the propeller took longer than expected.

The Heart of Steel stopped for nearly 20 hours 70 kilometers east of Falcon City, and finally arrived at Falcon City before dusk the next day.

"Sorry...Dear Manager, I kept you waiting for so long."

Standing in front of Chu Guang, the acting captain said awkwardly.

When the manager asked him before, he confidently said that it could be repaired in twelve hours, but it turned out that the steel cable was more stubborn than he thought.

In particular, the airship continued to slide forward for a while under the influence of inertia, causing the propeller to rotate in the opposite direction and stir up the steel cable, so that their engineers had to endure the cold wind for several more hours.

"It's okay, it's just a little late."

Looking at the nearby Falcon City, Chu Guang, who was in a good mood, narrowed his eyes slightly and continued in a pleasant tone.

"But remember next time, when I ask you, give me the most confident answer."

The captain stood at attention solemnly, with his right fist close to his chest.

"yes!"

It had only been a few months since the Alliance got the Heart of Steel. The crew on the airship were even drawn from the army and air force. It was normal for them to be unskilled in the business.

Chu Guang had no intention of criticizing these hard-working subordinates.

However, this bad habit of bragging must be changed, and we must not narrow the road like those people in Weiland.

Only by understanding the truest situation can he make the most reasonable judgment possible.

This is why he chose to go to the front lines with his players.

McClun, who was standing nearby, had mixed emotions.

It was only now that he finally understood the alliance's plan.

But what made him feel most complicated was not the alliance's strategic adventure, but that his Heart of Steel could still be used in this way? !

Especially the glider siege tactic was an eye-opener for him.

Looking at the bridge close at hand, McClun suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart...

This was undoubtedly his Heart of Steel, but he could no longer remember the original appearance of the airship...it had completely transformed into the shape of the Alliance.

While the bridge of the Heart of Steel overlooked Falcon City, the residents of the city and the princes and nobles were also looking up at the behemoth floating above the clouds.

The shadows cast from the sky even covered the entire city in front of the castle.

Sitting on the throne in the castle palace, King Mongot stared straight out the window at the approaching airship.

It seems to have started after the hanging at noon...

He suddenly realized that although he was still sitting on the throne, he had lost control of the royal capital—and even the entire kingdom.

First of all, the nobles were staying away from him, intentionally or unintentionally, and turned to please the people of the alliance.

Not even just the nobles.

Even the servants in the castle and even the pet dog he kept in the castle began to wag their tails at the "new master".

Thinking of this, King Mongot's lips couldn't help but curl up with a hint of self-mockery.

Speaking of which, it seemed like this was the case when the Wilantes came.

What an irony...

At this time, Myrdal slowly walked in from outside.

"His Majesty."

Mongot looked at him and suddenly sighed softly.

"At times like this, you are the only one who still remembers me as the king."

Myrdal knelt on one knee and said respectfully.

"You will always be my Majesty."

Mongot nodded happily.

"Very well...tell me what you have to report today."

Myrdal stared at the ground with a complicated expression for a long time, then slowly spoke.

"The administrator of the alliance will arrive at the castle in two hours. If you go to greet him outside the castle in person... it may appear more sincere."

Mongot's face stiffened slightly.

Although he knew that Myrdal was doing it for his own good, his current situation still made him feel as if he had mixed emotions.

There was silence for a long time.

He held the armrests with both hands and slowly stood up from the throne.

Those trembling movements seemed to have aged more than ten years overnight... from a majestic emperor to a dying old man.

"I understand."

…

At the same time that the Heart of Steel entered the Falcon Capital, in the vast desert of the Far West, an airship no less big than the Heart of Steel was slowly advancing.

Its name is "Judgment" and it comes from the distant city of Triumph.

Compared with the Heart of Steel, its firepower is much inferior. It has neither the 400mm main gun nor the reserved space for installing the front pod.

However, although its ground support capability is slightly inferior, it will never be at a disadvantage if it is faced with an airship of the "same type".

The "phase energy rectifier" installed on the belly of the airship can emit "quark gluon slurry" wrapped in a gravitational field.

Although that thing is not very lethal and has a short existence time, it can effectively paralyze deflector shields and anti-gravity devices, which use "gravitons" and "gravitational field interference" as their core principles.

Its effect will be much more direct than that of EMP, and it is difficult to defend through simple conventional means such as a "Faraday cage".

It's a pity that in the Wasteland Era, this kind of weapon used in the aerospace field has long been "outdated".

Especially when dealing with alien species and mutants, it is not even as useful as black powder.

On the entire planet, I am afraid that only the Holy Shield system of the Great Rift Valley and the Legion's own airship can make it useful.

In fact, strictly speaking, it only threatens the legion's own airships. After all, a shield of the size of the Holy Shield system is not at the same level of power as this ship-based weapon.

Triumph City rarely sends airships like the "Judge" to the front line, unless there are special circumstances where the "phase cannon" may be used.

For example now...

Although it set off a month later than the supplies sent to the front line, the airship arrived a few days earlier than those slow trucks.

Two people stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bridge.

The one on the left has a thick beard, a burn scar under the corner of his right eye, and his face looks very vicious.

His name was Joseph, and he was the general of the Eastern Army. He was sent to take over Griffin's position as the commander-in-chief of Luoxia Province.

And the identity of the other one is even more incredible. He is the governor of Luoxia Province personally appointed by His Majesty the Marshal - even though he only needs to oversee an oasis of less than 70,000 square kilometers.

The two were chatting in a normal tone, but their words were testing each other.

"...I don't dislike the expansionists, I even sympathize with them, but their stupidity is also a fact, and we have been dragged into a dangerous and useless war."

"Then what do you think should be done?" Joseph looked sideways at the Governor next to him and asked.

Cohen continued, expressionless.

"They should strengthen their control over their vassals and try to avoid direct conflicts with enterprises on the east coast before completely occupying Sunset Province. In fact, if they were not greedy to eat the Pioneer and Vault 0 together, they would also I won’t end up like this.”

Joseph's eyebrows twitched involuntarily.

"Then are we going to sit back and watch the company get Vault 0?"

Cohen did not answer the question directly, but gave an ambiguous answer.

"It depends on what they can find out there."

He does not believe that there is a master key that can solve all crises. The problem of the wasteland is far from being solved by a few more black boxes.

The Marshal also had the same idea.

If Vault 0 was really so important, he wouldn't be the one here today.

Joseph was slightly disappointed.

He still couldn't see through this guy what the Marshal was thinking.

Knowing that there would be no results if he continued to ask, he simply said it bluntly.

"Then which faction are you?"

Cohen replied succinctly.

"I do not belong to any faction. I will always stand on the side of His Majesty the Marshal. His Majesty the Marshal's position is my position."

Standing behind the two of them, Captain Adria found awkwardly that he couldn't get a word in at all and could only pass the time by looking at the scenery outside the bridge.

A four-star general and a five-star governor, no matter which one they are, their status and backing are far beyond what a three-star captain can compare to.

At this time, his adjutant ran over and whispered something into his ear.

"...The Heart of Steel is over Falcon City."

Adria had a look of surprise on her face.

"McCron is still alive?"

The adjutant said with an ugly expression.

"I don't know...there's a flag I haven't seen before."

Adria thought for a moment, nodded and said.

"give it to me."

With that said, he walked to the side of the two big men and said in a deep voice.

"Sir, Falcon City is ahead... The Heart of Steel is over Falcon City. Judging from the flag it hangs, it should be people from the Alliance."

Cohen frowned.

In order to make herself feel a little bit more present, Adria continued respectfully.

"Want to fire?"

Joseph glanced at him and teased.

"have a thought."

Adria was stunned for a moment and looked at him blankly, not understanding what the general meant.

Looking at the boundless sea of ​​sand and the looming outline at the end of the sea outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Cohen continued to order expressionlessly.

"slow down."

Whether to fight or not to fight.

We have to figure out the situation over there first...

At the same time, in the boundless yellow sand.

A silver-gray powered armor slowly raised its head and cast its gaze ahead at the glow that was swallowed up by the rolling yellow sand.

His eyes did not focus on the black clouds that looked like a collapsed building, but looked through the black clouds at the "Sky Fortress" that was moving forward.

A trace of solemnity gradually appeared on Yunsong's face.

"The people from Triumph City are here."

The android soldier following him nodded slowly.

"ah……"

A century and a half.

They finally faced each other again...