Chapter 630 Unusual "Fog" (1/2)

"...Recently, the concentration of spores in the air in Qingquan City has continued to rise. According to the analysis results of the Alliance Biological Research Institute, it is confirmed that a wave will occur within two weeks.

At present, the Alliance Army Command has designated some urban areas in Qingquan City as temporary strategic preparation areas. Residents in the Boulder City and Shuguang City areas are requested to pay attention to their personal safety, try to avoid activities in these areas, and do not leave other areas outside the settlements unless necessary. Staying in the city for a long time.

However, there is no need to panic, especially those who are new here. The annual waves have become the repertoire of Qingquan City. Even if they come fiercely, the final victory must belong to us who are united!

"Survivor Daily" will bring you first-hand latest battle reports from the frontline! "

In Boulder City, the Pirate Bay Tavern has a lively atmosphere like a blazing fire, and the sounds of people drinking and shouting are endless.

Looking at the old-fashioned radio with a holographic screen on the bar, the drunk man burped and suddenly sighed.

“It’s so missed.”

The drinkers on the side looked at him.

"What do you miss?"

"House's broadcast," the man chuckled, cleared his throat and said loudly, "...my dearest and dearest listeners, the wave is coming, and the country bumpkins and beggars outside the giant wall are watching eagerly. Of course we don't open the door when we live in affluence, and we can watch their jokes by the warm fireplace, watch them howl with hunger, and watch them wallow in the mire with the corpse eaters, while our young men are among the people. Under the wise command of the corps, there were very few casualties. Although a few people died, those people did not have a single chip in their pockets, and they were not actually from Boulder City. "

He imitated House's exaggerated voice, and it was so funny that everyone couldn't help laughing after hearing it.

"House hahaha!"

"If you didn't tell me, I would have almost forgotten about this guy!"

The days are getting better day by day.

But occasionally they still think back to the bad days and the guys who have moved on.

Some things can only be understood when looking back.

You don't even need to add annotations, just read what Mr. House said again, and everyone will smile knowingly.

"Speaking of which, where did he go?"

"I also heard that he went to Red River Town at first, but the mine bosses there didn't listen to the radio at all, so he had to move to Garbage City. As it happened, there happened to be his listeners there, but they all thought he was He was expelled by the Alliance, and the MPs there were so scared that they didn't even dare to let him in. "

"Hahaha, I don't think the manager is as familiar with this guy. If he were as familiar with him, he wouldn't even be able to get out of here."

"I heard that he later moved to the Bugla Free State, where it didn't matter who he was, he could continue to do his job."

After that drastic change, many nobles in the inner city and businessmen who helped the nobles ran to the great place in the north where money could buy everything.

For example, Weijia, I heard that she was doing well. She used to look like a slave, but after going there, she became like a decent person.

This guy is like a loach that got into the muddy pond from the semi-clear water, and his life is more nourishing than before.

But they didn't envy the guy.

For the vast majority of people here, they have had enough of the "winner takes all suffering", and whoever likes it can just eat it themselves.

They won't be envious if they win, and they won't feel pity if they lose. They will only go their own way from now on.

At this time, the sound of wind chimes came from the door, wet footprints stepped on the wooden floor, and Joey, the leader of the militia group who had just gotten off work, strode towards this direction.

"It's not appropriate for you to blame this on our militia group. We did the work, although I admit that we didn't do much before."

Everyone's eyes turned to the direction where the sound came from. When they saw it was the man Joey had imitated before, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he laughed and said.

"Joy? Of course we're not targeting you. We all know you're a good guy. How are you doing?"

As he said that, he took the initiative to pull out the chair for Joey.

Sitting down calmly, Joey took the hot towel handed by the bartender and wiped his face.

The air quality is very bad these days.

Although the survivors here have long been accustomed to the musty air, they still inevitably get their faces and hair dirty.

After giving the towel to the bartender and saying thank you, Joey ordered a glass of hot mead while speaking in a casual tone.

"...As before, we are mainly responsible for defensive tasks. The Alliance has not made things difficult for us. As long as we can contain part of the wave in the Giant Wall area, they will launch an active attack from the Northern Third Ring Road to put pressure on our enemies."

The man put his hand on his shoulder, shook it, and said seriously.

"Don't stand alone when you are in trouble. Tell us and we can fight too."

Everyone else did the same, looking at him without joking.

Joey was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, come on, do you want to fight with a bottle? It's better to leave the professional work to us professionals."

The man also grinned, but his expression was still a little uneasy. After all, the residents of the inner city have been responsible for dealing with the wave for the past 200 years. This year is not only the first time they have faced this threat, but it is also the most turbulent after the warm winter. One wave.

"Do you have enough manpower?"

Joey said with a smile.

"There has never been a shortage, and there are a number of useful guys this year."

"Useful guys?"

"Thugs in the slums, those who do business with the looters."

Hearing this, the people in the tavern quickly remembered the crackdown at the beginning of the year.

That group of gang members was stupid enough. The Alliance had long disliked them, but they always thought it was the problem of Boulder City and didn't bother to deal with it.

Now that Boulder City has joined the Alliance, the slums under the giant wall that are full of filth and dirt have become the Alliance's problem. Those blind bastards not only don't know how to restrain themselves, but also set their sights on the residents of the shelter.

It is said that the manager was in Boulder City at the time. After hearing the news, he waved his hand directly, and more than a dozen tanks that had just come down from the front line turned around and surrounded the slums under the corner of the wall. Suspected gang members were taken away for interrogation, and those who resisted with weapons were shot on the spot.

I don't know how many died in the end, but there must be more than 5,000 captured anyway.

After that day, the whole slum was quiet, and the orphanage and welfare home in Boulder City were filled with the rescued children.

"... I heard that the administrator organized them into a punishment camp and they received three months of military training in Qingshi County."

Joey took a sip of the honey wine handed over by the bartender to moisten his throat.

"It's time for them to pay back their debts."

...

Near the geological park in Qingshi County, there is a closed camp.

Unlike the geological park next to it that has been transformed into a mine, the people here do not need to spend all their time in the dark mine like those plunderers. After all, their crimes are not as serious as those of the plunderers.

Therefore, they only need to work for 10 hours.

As for the rest of the time, they receive harsh military training, use sticks instead of rifles to learn stabbing and raising guns, crawl in the snow, and exercise their courage in the machine gun fire and close artillery fire to prepare for the coming wave.

Some people who couldn't hold on died during training or collapsed in the mine, but they were only a minority.

Even though the terrifying amount of training was crazy, the vitality of the wastelanders was strong, so there were still more than 5,000 people who survived.

In just three months, these guys who were originally ruffians completely changed their appearance, even the guys who were originally fat with fatty liver became thinner than their necks.

Only after losing freedom and dignity will people know the value of both, and this is the meaning of prison.

After the training in the disciplinary camp, even if it was not enough for these villains to understand the etiquette and shame of civilized people, at least they remembered the punishment with their bodies.

After a day of training as usual, the officer of the 1,000-man team of the First Corps of the Alliance called a group of hundreds of prisoners to the cafeteria and announced the task two weeks later.

Although it was expected, when they heard that they would step into the battlefield as cannon fodder, they still showed timid and panic expressions on their faces.

However, in response to the timidity of the crowd, the officer continued to speak expressionlessly.

"This year's wave is different from previous years. Many of you will die, even the majority."

A prisoner swallowed his saliva, mustered up the courage to look at the officer and asked.

"What if we survive?"

The officer looked at him, knew what he wanted to ask, and continued.

"If you survive, you can win the qualification of being a human. As for whether you can become a resident of the alliance, it depends on your performance."

"However, the administrator promised. After the wave is over, whether you have won the recognition of the residents of the alliance or not, you don't have to come back here. You can go to the south as a 'supervised' to open up wasteland and open up a new settlement there."

"If you perform well, you have a chance to become a resident."

Hearing this, many prisoners showed joy on their faces. No matter how bad the situation in the south is, it is better than here. Besides, isn't there a singularity city there?

As long as they are not exiled to the wasteland to fend for themselves, or thrown into the mine to work like an animal until they die, it is acceptable to them.

However, some people know the situation in Jinchuan Province. It may be the next battlefield of the alliance, so some people also show sad expressions.

Looking at the prisoners whispering to each other, the officer continued expressionlessly.

"I'm not bargaining with you. You only have two choices. Either give up being a human being like those predators and work until you die in the mines, or pick up your last bit of pitiful dignity and at least let us see that you are willing to die for your identity as a human being."

The cafeteria was quiet for a while.

A prisoner took the lead and raised his right hand.

"I'm willing to go."

"What's your name?"

In response to the officer's question, the man hesitated for a moment and lowered his head and said.

"... Dagger."

There are many people with this name in the slums of Boulder City. Some people who originally had no names will mostly be given a dagger, a kitchen knife, an axe, etc. after joining the gang.

Looking at the wrinkled hyperplasia on his arm, the officer frowned.

Members of the Dagger Gang will tattoo a dagger on their arms as a symbol of identity. Other gangs have similar habits. The alliance has previously captured many grassroots gang members with these tattoos.

Later, these guys entered the punishment camp, and at the request of the supervisors, they either burned them or used sandpaper to remove all the marks on their bodies, but the scars would still remain.

He probably guessed the guy's identity, but the officer didn't say anything.

"From today on, your name is Bit, and you will be responsible for these more than one hundred people."

Raising his arm and glancing at the time on his watch, he continued, "Before you turn off the lights and go to bed, count the people who are going to stay."

Bit breathed a sigh of relief, wrote down his new name, and performed a military salute.

"Yes, sir."

…

With two weeks left before the wave, preparations for war have entered their final stages.

A large amount of military supplies were transported into Shuguang City along the railway, and then transported to various positions in Qingquan City through transport trucks.

After uniting the Stone City, the Alliance repaired the main traffic arteries in the city, both above ground and underground.

The edge of the North Fifth Ring Road.

Wearing power armor, Chu Guang, accompanied by Wanwan, inspected the situation of the frontline positions.

Although the defense line is still the same as a year ago, like Dawn City, there have been earth-shaking changes.

If the alliance's army was just a group of miscellaneous armed forces using weapons from World War II and the Cold War before, then what stands here now is an out-and-out regular army.

Fully automatic weapons are not only installed in the entire army, but are even distributed to squads.

The 155mm artillery pieces stood like a forest on the position with their thick and long barrels.

It’s hard to imagine that just a year ago, most of the Alliance’s artillery was either third-hand goods seized from looters, or knock-offs made by the mosquito man with a group of players who were tortured like him.

Not just artillery.

There are also auxiliary equipment such as exoskeletons.

At the beginning, the "KV-1" exoskeleton was already a good piece of equipment by welding a few steel plates. Now even the workers loading and unloading goods wear the "Miner" exoskeleton produced in Ideal City.

Of course, it’s not just people and equipment.

The most intuitive change is the entire position itself.

High-rise buildings are connected by concrete walls topped with barbed wire to form the innermost defense line. From there, firepower fulcrums built on the natural bunkers of skyscrapers extend outward, leaving only a few main roads installed. Accessible gate.

Those high-rise buildings that serve as the fulcrum of firepower are like the edges and corners of the bastion in the classical period, able to provide almost all-round firepower coverage to adjacent streets.

The entire defense line almost covers the south side of Dawn City and the north side of Qingquan City, covering the entire area where survivors are active. If the slime mold fruiting body wants to bypass this line of defense, it must come from the east or west front. Go around outside the city.

However, since the information exchange rate of slime mold is linked to the spore concentration, the activity of slime mold fruiting bodies in a certain area will also be affected by the spore concentration.

It's like a server can only support 100 players at most. The information processing efficiency and channel width are only so large. If the administrator forcibly modifies the server protocol and lifts the limit on the number of people online, a server with a capacity of only 100 people will flood in. With 10,000 people, the final result must be that everyone is stuck in a slideshow.

The same goes for the mutant slime molds that rely on "node organisms" to operate. The shortcomings in their DNA prevent them from extending the will of their mother nest to areas with thin spore clouds. They can only concentrate their efforts in waves to break through the defense lines of civilization.

Therefore, there must be a small number of detoured fruiting bodies, and most of the fruiting bodies will be concentrated on the frontal position. This is also one of the conclusions reached by the Alliance Biological Research Institute through rigorous scientific research.

The Alliance does not need to imitate the post-war Reconstruction Commission method of enclosing entire urban areas with huge walls.

Instead, it is enough to build a line of defense that extends from areas with higher spore cloud concentrations to areas with lower concentrations.

"...The positions we built in the last wave are still there. This time we have reinforced them on the original basis and also improved the defense mode!"

"According to the recommendations of the staff department, we divided the defense line into twenty sections and assigned them to twenty thousand-man teams respectively. Each section was divided into ten positions in the front, middle and rear sections. The '334' mode spreads outward to ensure that the firepower can cover every inch of land in front of the position!"

Of course, the more detailed improvement plan is not just that simple. The firepower configuration, logistics transportation, and support methods of each position are also studied in more detail. However, these cannot be explained clearly in a short while, and the wrench is not listed in detail. .

In the last wave, the alliance lacked experience in large-scale operations, but this time it was different.

After the baptism of the Battle of Luoxia Province, officers and soldiers of the alliance at all levels have considerable experience in various battlefield modes such as mobile warfare and positional warfare.

Looking at the wrench introduced with a red face, Chu Guang nodded approvingly and gave a positive evaluation.

"Well done."

Wrench smiled honestly, and the red light on that old face shone even brighter.

Most of the Alliance's first officers were like him, wastelanders saved from predators in Vault 404.

He doesn't have a very high or great ideological realm, and he doesn't like to think about that stuff.

For him, who has simple thoughts, the manager's recognition is a supreme honor.

Looking at the red wrench, Chu Guang paused for a moment and continued.

"But there is one thing I have to tell you."

Wrench said immediately after hearing this.

"Please give me your orders!"

"It's not an order, it's about all the arrangements for the future."

Chu Guang smiled and said in a casual tone.

"The scale of our army is getting bigger and bigger, and the original command system has become a bit bloated. So I plan to wait until the wave is over to re-divide the army establishment, and change the original division of thousands-man troops and ten-thousand-man troops into the A-League era division. prepared by."

There has been a lot of discussion on the forum about the establishment of the alliance army. He had previously discussed it with Vanus based on the opinions of some of the professionals.

The Legion uses the Ten Thousand and Thousand Troops to frame people forward. That is because they have three years of quick clone cannon fodder. In addition, the Wilant officers themselves are military aristocrats with fiefdoms. The promotion of the entire society The channels are all based on military merit, and there is no need to set additional military ranks, so this simple and crude organization is easier for them to manage.

Although other survivor settlements in the wasteland did not have three-year quick clones, because human life was not valuable and there was no shortage of cannon fodder, these settlements copied everything.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with this copying method.

The arms produced by the legion are very popular throughout the wasteland, and as the survivor force with the strongest military strength, it is only natural for other survivor forces that lack armed forces to learn and imitate.

Not to mention the predators, who adhere to primitive laws and worship the violence of the legions. Therefore, among the predator tribes, captain of ten and centurion are not only titles symbolizing power, but also a symbol of honor and bravery.

With the dual choice between the majority of survivor settlements and the raider tribes, the formation of thousands-man teams and hundred-man teams has become the mainstream in the wasteland.

However, the mainstream does not mean the only one. For example, the establishment of enterprises is completely opposite to that of legions.

Most of the private armed companies in Ideal City perform tasks in small teams, which are more extreme than the battalion-level tactical groups in reality and have been streamlined to the level of "company-level tactical groups."

The troops directly under the corporate organization are composed of commandos composed of hundreds of people.

However, Ideal City originally did not expand to the outside world, and the troops directly under it only mopped up the surrounding mutants. Big troubles were basically solved with money, so there was nothing wrong with adopting such a short and compact organization.

Neither the Enterprise nor the Legion adopted military concepts that fully met the needs of the Alliance.

Chu Guang planned to make a compromise between the two.

That is, the existing NPC corps will be reorganized using the sequential organization of corps, division, brigade, regiment, battalion, company and platoon and the organization principle of "three-three system".

The reorganized 1st and 2nd Alliance Armies will be called the 1st and 2nd Alliance Armies, and will have 10 to 20 standard brigades of 2,000 personnel.

This kind of organization is not only more concise and clear, but also makes it easier to award military ranks.

As for the players, they still follow the original "corps" formation rules.

So far, the combat efficiency of each corps is quite good. There is no need for large-scale reforms. At most, some detailed fine-tuning can be done in battlefield positioning.

These corps are actually equivalent to the alliance's "battalion-level tactical groups" and are responsible for carrying out higher-risk and more exciting special operations missions.

For players with strong individual combat capabilities, it is not practical to require them to fight completely according to the standards of the regular army.

According to Chu Guang’s own experience, players can accept having their leeks cut off, and even feel the pleasure of having their leeks cut off, but they cannot accept being taught by operators how to play the game.

So he never teaches players what to do, but only sets rules to tell them what they can't do and what the penalties will be if they do.

Taking this opportunity, Chu Guang briefly talked about his plans for the future alliance's land, sea, air and space forces.

Although there was no sign of either of them, Wrench still listened carefully and didn't think he was joking at all.

After listening, he immediately gave a military salute without saying a word and said with a loyal look on his face.

"The Alliance's First Corps resolutely obeys your instructions! Your will is the will of our army."

Seeing Wan Wan's serious expression of loyalty, Chu Guang smiled lightly and said.

"Don't be so serious. You just have to be aware of the reorganization work after this wave. There is no need to inform you for the time being. The reason why I told you in advance is that I hope you can try to explore in the direction I mentioned in the next battle. I will then hold a meeting at the staff headquarters where I will also solicit the opinions of officers at all levels.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a prolonged alarm sounded from the south.

The two of them looked over there in unison.

The thick gray-green fog that was originally as still as a lake suddenly rolled along the street toward their defense line like a mountain torrent.

It's getting foggy!

It's a wave!

Looking at the menacing gray fog, Chu Guang's brows raised in surprise.

The wave came earlier than the biological institute expected.

But it's normal.

There is no 100% accurate weather forecast.

Seeing the rolling thick fog, Wrench's pupils shrank slightly and quickly looked at Chu Guang aside.

"Master Manager, please step back."

His instincts honed on the battlefield told him that this fog might not be that simple.

However, Chu Guang did not move, he just raised his chin in the direction of the defense line and spoke concisely.

"Don't worry about my safety. What you should care about is everyone behind this line of defense."

"Now go do what you have to do, I will be here to witness your bravery!"