Chapter 697 Capture the Governor’s Mansion! (1/2)

"Confirm impact point!"

"Damn, it's ten meters to the left!"

"Calibrating-"

"Loading complete!"

Within the courtyard wall of the Governor's Palace, the towering gun barrel spurted out thick tongues of flame and fired a 100mm high-explosive bomb towards the street near the port.

Stepping over the shell casings thrown from the barrel, the loader skillfully stepped forward to complete the loading and closed the breech. The gunner also calibrated the firing parameters at the same time and was preparing for the next round of firing.

However, he just ran away with the match rope and before he could pull the match rope, he was slapped on the back of the head.

"Are you crazy?! Open fire on Tulip Street?!" Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The officer strode over, grabbed him by the collar and cursed loudly.

There is Tulip Street!

No one who can live in that place can be offended by him!

The gunner was so confused by the scolding that he stammered.

"Yes, but they are right there..."

"That's not—"

Before the "Xing" stuck in my throat came out, three whooshing sounds came roaring through the air.

Before he could react, the flames of the explosion engulfed him with shrapnel, piercing him into a sieve, and flew into the sand pit ten meters away along with the remains of the scrapped 100mm artillery piece.

Overlooking the artillery position covered by explosion dust through the drone, the intelligence player standing next to the mortar position let out an excited shout.

"Direct hit! Artillery destruction!"

"Well done!"

The morale of the strength beasts squatting next to the mortar was greatly boosted.

According to the coordinates provided by the observer, a group of gunners quickly corrected their shooting and continued to send supporting firepower to the friendly forces stationed on the periphery of Tulip Street.

Cannonballs fell from the sky one after another, spreading flickering flames at the end of the street and kicking up billows of dust and gravel.

Facing successive mortar bombardments, the Golden Gallen Harbor city defense troops attacking the Burning Corps defense line were beaten so hard that they could not even lift their heads.

Without the support of their own artillery fire and no heavy weapons to use, they left hundreds of corpses without even seeing the enemy's face clearly.

Tracers pierce through the smoke rising from the crater, jumping freely in the street, and every flash of sparks is a living life falling into a pool of blood.

"dash forward!"

"Put the bayonet into their throats!"

"Wash our streets with their blood!"

The soldiers squatting behind bunkers and roadblocks continued to fall. In order to maintain the shaky battle line, the centurion commanding from the front shouted at the soldiers behind him, urging them to step forward to fill the battle line.

Listening to the boiling gunfire and the continuous roar of mortars, the soldiers leaning behind the bunker could no longer bear the fear in their hearts and shouted loudly at the centurion.

"Sir! The firepower of those marauders is too strong! We need heavy firepower-!"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a roar.

"There's no such thing! What are you using the guns for! Damn it, don't fire upstairs! I'm asking you to aim at people, but I'm not asking you to aim at the house -"

Looking at the recruit next to him with his gun raised, the centurion yelled, stretched out his hand, grabbed the barrel of his gun and pushed it down.

However, at this moment, a bullet flew over and shot the centurion through the head on the spot.

"Boom——"

The pupils of his eyes were dilated, and the centurion fell heavily to the ground.

The brains and blood scattered on the ground startled the recruit holding the rifle next to him. He dropped his weapon on the spot and ran towards the back while crawling.

Seeing that their commander was killed in battle, the soldiers could no longer hold back the fear in their hearts, and they all abandoned their positions and fled towards the rear.

In this way, less than ten minutes after a full hundred-man team filled the front line, it began to rout in an organized manner.

Seeing the friendly troops behind them fleeing without a trace, the soldiers who were left unable to move on the front line could no longer contain the fear and despair in their hearts.

Regardless of whether they were dead or not, they inserted their bayonets into the barrels of their guns, roared to drive away the panic in their chests, and rushed forward desperately.

As it turns out, it's no different than committing suicide.

A 10mm machine gun mounted on the third floor of a house facing the street was enough to kill the entire street. Thick tracers instantly knocked the soldiers charging forward with bayonets to the ground.

The battle was a complete one-sided massacre.

In just a quarter of an hour, more than half of the 2,000-strong Golden Gallen Harbor city defense force had been killed or wounded, and most of the remaining half were injured.

On the other hand, their enemies, a group of guys who had never revealed their identities from beginning to end, had not retreated an inch from the start of the gunfire, and still firmly occupied several streets near the port.

Looking at the mess scattered on the street and the corpses almost filling the craters, the face of Captain Abinan, the commander of the city defense army, was full of horror.

The fighting power displayed by the opponent completely exceeded his expectations.

If this trend continues, I'm afraid all the 2,000 people he has will have to be lost here!

This can't go on like this!

He shouted at the soldiers in front.

"retreat!"

"Everyone pull back!"

The sound was like rain after a long drought.

After finally receiving the order to retreat, the soldiers of the Xilan Empire who were struggling to support themselves behind the roadblocks and bunkers finally breathed a sigh of relief and abandoned their bunkers and fled towards the streets behind them.

Watching the Empire's troops begin to retreat, the Alliance did not continue to pursue, but stopped firing and watched them disappear in the direction of the slums.

On the other side, the battle near the Governor's Mansion also came to an end.

Nihak was trembling while squatting in the study on the top floor of the Governor's Mansion. Hearing the sound of gunshots getting smaller and smaller outside, he felt more and more panicked in his heart.

He knew very well who those people were outside. Even if they didn't express their identities, those guys were definitely members of the Alliance!

It's just that he can't figure out how those guys appeared here.

Could it be that when Dijean set off from Golden Gallen Port, the Alliance already knew about the upcoming attack on French Fries Port and simply sent people to wait on the Borneo Sea?

Where did the news leak out?

port?

Or... Tiandu?

impossible--

Nihak's brain was in chaos with fear.

This fear is far stronger than when the group of guys calling themselves the White Bear Knights caused a riot in Golden Gallen Harbor a month ago.

He could feel that it was not some civil society organization that invaded the port this time, but a serious regular army! And it was the kind of fight that went back and forth between the Luoxia Province and the remnants of the legion’s eastward expansion expeditionary force!

He did not expect that the alliance's counterattack would be so fierce, nor did he expect that the counterattack would come so quickly that he would not even have time to move from the Governor's Mansion to a safe place.

Holding his head, he groaned in pain.

"Damn it...this is Duke Galawa's idea. Why are you coming to me? Go find him! That fool is in your Dawn City!"

The gunfire outside had almost stopped.

The panic in Nihak's heart became more intense.

He stretched out his index finger tremblingly and opened a small crack in the curtain. Just as he was about to take a look at the situation outside, the door behind him was violently kicked open.

"FBI!"

"Anti-pornography!"

"do not move!"

A group of people burst in, shouting in a language he didn't understand, and in the blink of an eye, the muzzles of black holes were pressed against his head.

Nihak raised his hands in horror and screamed as he looked at the black exoskeletons crowded into the study.

"I surrender! Don't! Don't kill me!"

A player wearing an exoskeleton walked up to him, took out a tablet and took a picture of his face. The comparison confirmed that he was the governor of this settlement.

Putting the tablet away, Bai looked at him with a sniper and said.

"Governor Nihak of Golden Gallen Port, we suspect that you are related to the attack on French Fry Port the night before yesterday. According to the testimony of Captain Dijean and relevant insiders, the thousand-man team that attacked us was on Golden Gallen Harbor. ship, please cooperate with us in the investigation.”

There was no trace of blood on Nihak's face, and he couldn't even utter a retort.

Seeing that he didn't have anything to say, he didn't bother to talk nonsense with him and just attacked him.

"take away!"

Two players strode forward, picked him up from the ground, handcuffed him and led him out of the door.

The battle downstairs is over.

More than a hundred players who occupied the Governor's Mansion began to search the mansion carefully, not missing every detail here.

Honestly, the luxury here is astonishing.

Whether it is the magnificent door, the marble floor tiles and the reliefs on the supporting columns, they all demonstrate the ultimate luxury.

And it's not just luxury.

The entire Port of Kinggallon is less than one percent electrified, but here it reaches an astonishing 99 percent.

There are not only double-door refrigerators, artistic lighting fixtures, elevators connecting each floor and digital central air-conditioning, but also viewing rooms and conference rooms equipped with holographic systems.

Unimaginable.

These industrial creations actually appeared in a settlement where the vast majority of survivors were still struggling to survive near the food and clothing line.

However, this doubt did not last long, as the four players entered the kitchen and the case was quickly solved.

"...Good guy, it's actually produced in Dawn City?" Looking at the trademark under the corner of the refrigerator door, the player with the rifle hanging on his chest had a surprised expression on his face.

His nickname is Yin and Yang, and his sequence is the famous version of Abandoned Son, Strength Animal.

The three teammates following him are [Reaching the Sky in One Step], [Half Years Wasted] and [No Family]. Like him, they all obtained the qualifications for the closed beta test on the eve of the Huangsha Wanli expansion pack, and are now at the level of twenty-five or six. , regarded as the backbone of the server.

"I am the villain?" No one in the family whistled, with a hint of teasing in his voice.

Not just the refrigerator.

The ovens and microwaves here are actually produced in Dawn City Industrial Zone, and the trademarks left on them have not even been removed.

These industrial products that ordinary people cannot afford have obviously not improved the lives of local survivors, and may even make their lives worse.

After walking around in the kitchen for half a year, he rubbed his chin in thought and said.

"It was probably exported to Camelback Kingdom, and then sold here from Silver Moon Bay."

No family member suddenly asked on a whim.

"How many slaves does it take to replace such a refrigerator?"

Reaching the sky in one step: "...Ten? Twenty?"

Half a year wasted: "It's too much, no matter what, a refrigerator can't sell for tens of thousands of dinars... I guess seven or eight should be enough."

A refrigerator in Dawn City only costs about 800 to 1,000 silver coins, which is equivalent to the price of 4 to 5 assault rifles. Most residents can buy one by saving half a month's salary. Even based on the minimum hourly wage, just over a month is enough.

But if you think about it this way, the survivors living in this settlement are indeed pitiful, and they are even worse than a refrigerator.

The four of them left the kitchen and entered the basement along the corridor, arriving at a warehouse that was probably used to store the Governor's private collection.

Looking at the locked door, the four players had excited expressions on their faces.

"Stand back, I'll come!"

Finally waiting for the opportunity to show off, he accidentally took a step forward, spit into his palm, and then kicked the closed door hard.

Relying on the driving force of the exoskeleton and the strength of dozens of points, this kick actually kicked the door several meters away.

This is when the power system's abilities are best used.

By accident, they raised their eyebrows and were about to show off. Suddenly, screams came from the room behind the door. Several people quickly set up their rifles and rushed in, only to find that there were two trembling women hugging each other hiding there. .

They have beautiful looks, and their thin pajamas cannot cover their curvy figures at all, leaving large areas of snow-white skin exposed. They must have been in such a hurry when they wanted to hide here that they didn't even have time to put on a coat.

Seeing the uninvited guest who broke into the room, the woman with long flaxen hair shrank back and asked in fear.

"You, who are you?"

Several players looked at each other and didn't know how to deal with it. Yin and Yang accidentally reported the situation here to the centurion, then looked at her and said.

"We haven't thought about it yet. We will let you know when we think about it... Are you the governor's wife?"

"No...I, I..." For some reason, the woman suddenly started to falter and couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

Worried about offending the people in front of her, the sister squatting next to her immediately sold her out.

"She is the wife of Chief Bihari...the chief of the Port Guard Bureau."

Half a year wasted: "?"

Reaching the sky in one step: "???"

A strange combination of circumstances: "...?"

He was stunned for a moment without any family members, but soon his focus turned to other places. He looked curiously at the woman who spoke and asked.

"What about you? Are you the governor's wife?"

The woman looked slightly embarrassed and hesitated for a long time without speaking.

On the other hand, the wife of the director next to her, whose identity was revealed, glared at the sister in anger and said bitterly through gritted teeth.

"She is the wife of the head of the tax office, Gula Manki."

The two looked at each other, and there were almost sparks in their eyes. If someone hadn't been watching, they might have started fighting on the spot.

The four players looked at each other again, exchanging confused glances.

After a long time, the half-year-old sighed and said with emotion.

"The game these guys play is quite varied. Too..."

None of the family members nodded in agreement and spoke in a critical tone.

"Please take me with you next time."

A strange combination of circumstances: "..."

…

The discovery in the collection room of the Governor's Mansion was just a small episode, and the two were temporarily sent to stay with Governor Nihak's family and servants.

Compared to the wives of the chief of the security bureau and the chief of the tax bureau, the collection of Governor Nihak in the collection room was more interesting to the players present.

As a suspect in planning and attacking Chip Harbor, his property was to be confiscated to make up for the ammunition lost that night in Chip Harbor.

As for the extra, of course it will be distributed as mission rewards to the players who participated in the action.

However, to the surprise of all players, the collection collected by the governor was not a mountain of gold and silver jewelry, but instead contained some strange objects.

Some of them look like relics from the pre-war era, such as a well-made magnetic levitation car body, an android from Prosperity Era 85, and even a relatively well-preserved vending machine and card holder. There are public coffee machines here.

In addition to these large items, there are also some weird and small items, as well as a large number of holographic cassettes and game memory cards from the pre-war era.

The reason why there are so many things from the Age of Prosperity here may be Governor Nihak's own hobby.

However, what is puzzling is that such a guy who is crazy about the era of the Prosperity Era does not have the slightest yearning for that era in his heart.

Players can only try to understand.

Perhaps this Mr. Governor is only obsessed with those miraculous technologies that rise to heaven and earth like magic, but he doesn't care at all about where those technologies come from.

Otherwise it's hard to tell why they're framed here.

But in any case, it is definitely an unexpected surprise for the Burning Corps to harvest so many well-preserved pre-war cultural relics.

The scientific expedition team will be interested in these things.

Whether it is for sociological or engineering research purposes, boss Yin Fang often offers high prices for valuable Prosperity Era antiques.

The players who had searched the entire villa gathered in the lobby, and Bai gave a brief explanation of the current situation and the next battle plan.

"The brothers of Team 1 have crippled the city defense army in Golden Gallen Port. The group of soft-footed shrimps have now withdrawn to the slums to organize a defense line and wait for reinforcements. The first phase of the offensive has been successfully completed."

"A new mission has been issued, and the headquarters plans to turn this place into a temporary station so that we can monitor the urban area north of Golden Gallen Port. We will be active in this area in the next few days. In order to ensure that we control the area , We have to do two things now, one is to strengthen the defense here, and the other is to evacuate the local survivors nearby. "

"The command's opinion is that we can give the locals a sum of money to move them away from this area as soon as possible to avoid accidental injuries during a fight."

There is no international law in the wasteland, but civilian casualties must be avoided as much as possible, whether for the sake of the alliance's reputation or the smoothness of their operations there.

An intelligence player raised his hand.

Bai Gai looked at him with a sniper.

"explain."

The man said immediately.

"Where does the money come from?"

Bai Geidai continued concisely and concisely.

"Of course it comes from the pockets of our enemies. I was about to say this. The largest bank in this settlement is on Tulip Street. It is currently under our control. Dinars and Cr are coming to us. There is still some recycling value, but those Xilan coins are just waste paper. In short, we now have a budget of about 100 million Xilan coins to do this. "

Everyone took a deep breath after hearing this.

"Good guy!"

"One hundred million?!"

"It would be great if it were silver coins."

Bai Gaidai coughed lightly, interrupting everyone's surprised discussion.

"Stop dreaming and let's get down to business. There are about 500 houses that need to be demolished. It's quite troublesome... Which of your teams is willing to do this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, one hand was raised in unison.

"Me me me!"

"Look at me, boss! I'm not afraid of trouble!"

"My house has been demolished before, so I'm familiar with this job!"

"Damn it! Are you going to pretend to do this?"

Everyone was vying for it. In real life, there was no chance to experience the feeling of drawing and splitting words for others. In the game, there was a chance to enjoy it.

Seeing that everyone wanted to do this task, Bai scratched his head and simply poked at the VM screen with his eyes closed.

"...Something happened. You take your team members and get the matter done as soon as possible."

Looking at the envious looks in everyone's eyes, he smiled and did not forget to show off and show off.

"I'm in danger, brothers, take the first step!"

Seeing how he acted like a good boy after getting a bargain, the players next to him couldn't help but roll their eyes.

"Get out of here."

"Be careful of being shot in the dark by fellow villagers."

"Tsk."

I couldn't bear to see this stupid captain being so angry and angry, so he wasted no time in dragging this guy away from the crowd.

…

It is still difficult to occupy an entire settlement of millions of people with only five hundred people.

The densely packed slums are like intricate anthills, and the undulating terrain turns the anthill into a three-dimensional maze.

If you rush to send troops in when you are not familiar with the terrain, you are likely to fall into the dilemma of being attacked from both sides because your troops are too scattered.

So before the battle began, the players of the Burning Legion discussed the strategy of the entire operation on the forum - to shrink the combat area to the neighborhoods near the port.

The most critical facility in the entire Golden Gallen Port is the port.

As long as the port is in hand, they can move forward and retreat at ease and obtain a steady stream of supplies from the sea.

Not only that, because the most valuable area of ​​the entire settlement is in their hands, the empire's army will have some scruples even if it wants to attack them.

And compared to the mud houses in the slums that can be kicked down with a kick, the houses on a few streets near the port are much more reliable as bunkers.

At the same time that the port area of ​​Golden Gallen Port changed hands, the imperial capital far away on the west coast of Borneo Province was filled with joy.

Under the early morning sunshine, the convoy of envoys from the Legion passed through the north gate of Tiandu. Under the welcome of the survivors, they headed towards the direction of the Imperial Heavenly Palace.

There is the palace of His Majesty the Emperor.

It was both his resting place and the place where he met with his ministers.

Sitting on the armored off-road vehicle, McClung looked out the window boredly at the people cheering and celebrating along the way, but he still smiled and waved to them.

It wasn't until he was tired that he closed the shades of the car window and cursed to the adjutant next to him.

"Why are there so many people here?"

The black head could not be seen to the side at a glance.

the adjutant said softly.

"After all, this is the capital of the Xilan Empire, so it is normal for there to be many people."

McClun pouted.

"I know it's their capital, but so many people are outrageous...are these guys all rats?"

The adjutant coughed slightly and reminded him in a friendly manner.

"They are our partners...at least for the time being. I hope you can pay attention to respecting them a little bit, unlike when you were in the Falcon Kingdom."

Borneo Province is considered the sphere of influence of the Triumph City Civilian Group, and the Legion's diplomatic posture in this area is mainly to win over. This is an instruction personally given by His Majesty the Marshal.

The civilian officials of the legion have been operating here for many years. They used the equipment that the military attachés were tired of playing with to exchange for many hard-working servants for the Triumph City. They also sent a large number of useful servants to the Western Front, and even Even the Xilan Empire is one of their political achievements.

He didn't want this muscular military attache to mess things up.

McClung said impatiently.

"knew."

The adjutant gave him a surprised look.

This was the first time the two of them had worked together. He thought that General McClung would be more difficult to deal with than he thought, but he didn't expect that this guy was surprisingly easy to talk to?

This was nothing like what he had heard from his colleagues.

McClun ignored the guy, leaned back on his seat and closed his eyes to rest.

Since he spent half a year in prison in the league, he seems to have changed as a person, from being arrogant and domineering to becoming much more gloomy and restrained.

Especially after hearing about General Griffin's death.

Whether he was frightened by the cruelty of the factional struggle or something else, he has been in a state of self-exile since returning to Triumph City, drifting away from the core of power.

Even though there have been factions that have been extending olive branches to him, he has ignored them. Over time, he has become a marginalized person in Triumph City, and until now, he has not been appointed as the new airship commander.

And he is still a two-star captain of ten thousand men.

Until this time, the civil service group, which was also outside the core of power, extended an invitation to cooperate with him, asking him to serve as a military consultant to the strategic allies of the Legion.

Maybe he wanted to go out and relax, so he readily agreed without much hesitation, but he kept a straight face the whole way here.

The motorcade stopped at the gate of Tiangong.

The officer who got off the passenger seat opened the door for the two people sitting in the back, and a towering tower soon came into view.

The shape of the tower is flat, like a rectangular parallelepiped with edges and corners, and the walls are as steep as a mirror. The most shocking thing is not its magnificent outline, but that it is like a flat book, floating ten meters above the ground, with only an artificially carved marble staircase connected to it. .

There is only one possibility to escape the constraints of gravity for this majestic edifice.

Looking at the majestic "palace" in front of him, McClun narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Anti-gravity device?"

The adjutant nodded slightly and said softly.

"Yes, its core is a cargo starship. You should be familiar with that thing."

McClun snorted noncommittally.

"It's such a luxury to use this thing as a palace."

"After all, this four-million-square-kilometer peninsula is the only 'reservation', and the deserts and mountains have blocked them from too many things. If you stay here for a while, you will know what is going on. Being born here is A kind of luck, but also a misfortune..." the adjutant said softly, when an officer suddenly ran up to him and whispered a few words in a hurry.

The adjutant's expression suddenly changed after hearing this.

Keenly catching the change in his expression, McClun raised his eyebrows slightly.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. There is a small situation in the east of Borneo Province... But it's not a big deal. You don't need to worry about it. We will solve it through diplomatic channels." The adjutant looked a little embarrassed and answered evasively.

McClun's brows furrowed even more tightly, staring at him intently.

"What is it? I order you to tell me immediately."

The first level of official rank is overwhelming, let alone so many levels lower. After all, the adjutant could not withstand the pressure and had to say it.

"Union soldiers landed at Golden Gallen Harbor——"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw McClun turning his head and walking towards the direction of the motorcade.

The adjutant was shocked when he saw this. He didn't expect this guy to react so strongly, and he quickly went up and grabbed his arm.

"Wait, General McClung, you...what are you doing?!"

Turning his head to stare at this guy, McClun cursed angrily.

"What are you doing? You said you wanted me to come here to train the Empire's soldiers, but you didn't say you wanted me to fight with the Alliance!"

It's not that he's afraid of those blue gophers.

It's just that he doesn't even have a decent army at hand now, so he relies on this group of cannon fodder to fight the alliance. It's useless even if he sends all the heads away, so he might as well just surrender.

Holding McClun's arm tightly and not letting go, the adjutant explained hurriedly, dumbfounded.

"You, please don't get excited. They only landed a thousand-man team, and it was in the easternmost part of Borneo Province. We are in the west...and we have not heard about the alliance officially declaring war on the Xilan Empire. Among them, There must be some misunderstanding!”

McClun stopped and looked at him suspiciously.

"Are you sure? There is only one thousand-man team?"

The adjutant nodded quickly.

"I'm sure! Our intelligence network covers the entire peninsula, I can assure you! Things are definitely not what you think..."

A team of thousands.

It's difficult to capture Golden Gallen Harbor, let alone get here.

Realizing that he seemed to be overreacting, McClun couldn't help but blush, shook off the hand holding his arm, and coughed hard.

"Next time, finish your words in one go. Don't do it like squeezing out toothpaste."

You didn't even give me a chance to finish my sentence...

The adjutant gave a wry smile, complaining in his heart, but in the end he was trying to save some face for the captain, and remained silent.

At this moment, surrounded by ministers, a man dressed in luxurious clothing stood on top of the stairs leading to the Heavenly Palace.

A hearty and heroic smile came together with the overjoyed welcome.

"Welcome! Friends from the north!"

"You are finally here!"

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