Chapter 728 Bringing Death to the Alliance’s Enemies (1/2)

Just when Duke Galawa was thinking about whether to send some people to the front line to collect the spoils, the military column from Dawn City had already crossed the junction of the river valley and Jinchuan majestically, accompanied by a roar. Long's voice crossed the river rushing through the mountains from the steel bridge.

Next to the rebuilt Chenchen Town, people working in the suburbs saw the white smoke in the distance. They all put down their work and looked in the direction of the train.

I saw that the pallet was dragging a series of artillery pieces with a cold light, as well as trucks painted in military green.

As for other fully enclosed carriages, although you can't see what's inside, the chilling atmosphere can be clearly felt from several kilometers away.

However, no one was panicked by the chilling air.

In the Jinhe City area, the alliance's flag is a symbol of order, and the rumbling sound of steel collision brings them more sense of security than fear or death.

Those were the same people who drove away the raiders, slavers, and mutants from here!

He even helped them rebuild their homes!

The eyes of the pairs of eyes staring at the train all glowed with eagerness and hope.

"That car..."

"It's the alliance's military column!"

"The brothers of the Alliance are back!"

"A lot of artillery! Are they going to fight somewhere again?"

"My God, the Great Horned Deer! And the respected Great Horned Rat... I hope they return safely."

The entrance to Dust Town.

Mayor Qin Baitian came in a hurry with excitement written all over his face. His hand on crutches couldn't help trembling as he looked at the train and muttered.

"The Great Horned Deer God and the Great Horned Rat are back!"

Since the reconstruction of Dust Town was completed, the three gods they worshiped in the ancestral hall left a note and left the town without saying goodbye.

The note said that in order to save this declining world, they had to spread their faith further afield.

If you encounter trouble that cannot be solved, you can go to Dawn City to find those guys in blue coats, who are as enthusiastic as them.

The note also said.

[...We will come back one day, there is no need to miss us. Follow the path that has been illuminated and you are us. 】

Until the train disappeared into the distant sky, Mayor Qin still didn't see the familiar figure appear.

There was a little bit of loss in his eyes, but it was just loss, and more of a blessing.

Maybe the time has not come yet...

They will remember the teachings of those three adults and continue to walk along the road that is already full of sunshine.

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Singularity City.

The sound of rumbling came from a distance, and the people working in the fields raised their heads and looked towards the train station, only to see that the train did not stop at the platform, but continued to drive towards the south without slowing down. go.

Kong Lingkai, who was working in the fields, raised his head. His face, which had been hollowed out by alcohol, was covered with sweat, and his dry lips were slightly blue, looking like he was dying.

It's not that anyone forced him, it was purely the rules of Singularity City.

Living standards are linked to the completion of production tasks. Production tasks are delegated layer by layer according to districts, teams, and groups, and are assessed layer by layer.

If you want to live a comfortable life, you have to work hard. Only the best production team can use the most advanced production tools in the district, and only the best production team can be allocated the most resources in the team. And if you want to be a team leader, you have to be the most outstanding individual in the group.

Of course, you can put it out, but you won't get whipped like you did on a real farm, but it will only drag down the production tasks of other team members and even other groups. You can't escape if the captain puts on small shoes and boils the green wheat every day.

If you want to truly live a comfortable life, you have to become a team leader, captain, or even district leader.

It's a pity that even with all his strength, he couldn't defeat those guys who had been serfs. So much so that his former servants became team leaders and in turn ordered him to do this and that, but he was still working with a hoe.

However, this struggle is not without its benefits. Even if he exerts all his strength, he still can't be as good as the leader of the team. His body is much better now than last year. At least he has cured his fatty liver, athlete's foot and other stinky problems. alright.

Occasionally he would think that if it didn't work out, he would just leave the farm. Anyway, the farmer named Hanshuang never prohibited anyone from leaving here, and he even left a captain before.

But when he thought about leaving and never coming back, it might not be better in the wasteland than here. He couldn't help but panic, and finally gritted his teeth and decided to endure it.

The same goes for Ma Hechang next to him.

He originally expected the alliance to "appoint people on their own merits". After all, he was somewhat thin-faced as a mayor. He was able to go to Singularity City and work as a captain, but he didn't want to have to compete and work with those mud-legged people. He suddenly felt... A feeling of being cheated.

These people don't respect talent as much as they say they do!

If I can become a high-level person in a town, wouldn't I be more elite than Liu Youxiong, who can't even speak clearly and can only hunt?

In the end, that guy became the team leader. This AI's brain must be broken.

If he hadn't thought that if he left here, the hardships during this period would be in vain. No one would remember the credit of the townspeople who surrendered to Hope Town. He even thought of simply leaving and going to work in Shuguang City. Come on!

"Speaking of which, where does this railway lead to?" Kong Lingkai muttered as he looked at the train going further and further away.

Glancing at the direction the train was leaving, Ma Hechang looked resentful.

"Who knows... they have been repairing that crap thing since last year. If they keep repairing it at their speed, they will probably be able to repair it to the edge of Jinchuan Province."

"You mean the mansion?" Kong Lingkai looked at him in surprise.

On the edge of Jinchuan Province, isn't it the Weifu Plain?

He had heard of it.

The former Weifu Plain was actually Weifu City, but that city disappeared even more completely than Jinhe City, with nothing but endless wasteland being piles of concrete.

There is a settlement called "Fuzhuang", which is built on the "Wei River" next to the old site of Weifu City. It is located more than 100 kilometers south of Mafu Town.

The scale there is larger than that of Pinecone Wood Farm. I heard that there are nearly 100,000 people there, but I don’t know if it’s just a rumor or it’s true.

Since last year or the year before last, it has become the territory of the Torch Church, and it even started growing Nagoya fruits earlier than Boss Zhao’s Pinecone Farm.

Then for a long time, there was no news there.

There seemed to be a fog, but after the wind blew away the fog, the entire settlement disappeared.

He only heard from merchants and wastelanders who came to Hope Town that the master of the mansion and the whole family had converted to the faith of the Torch and followed in the footsteps of the bishop, bringing with him a group of family members, servants and retainers as well as The serfs moved to Haiya Province to build the "Kingdom of Heaven" in the new era.

But everyone knows that the further south you go, the closer you are to the mutant territory.

It is difficult to say whether those people are still alive, and even if they are alive, how many are left...

"Eighty percent... aren't they the mortal enemies of mutants? They are probably looking for those beasts."

Ma Hechang smacked his lips, ignored the train that was moving away, and continued working in the field with his head buried.

go to hell.

It's best if both waves of beasts die there.

The noble people and the ugly people have perished together, and only then can a new era belonging to them truly come!

Ma Hechang cursed in his heart and vented his resentment on the hoe in his hand and the soil under his feet.

He did not deny that those guys were noble people, but being noble did not mean being likable.

These are two different things!

In comparison, the Wilantes he had heard about in rumors sounded more likable...

At the same time, at the Pinecone Farm Mansion, Yin Yin stood on the rooftop balcony and looked at the direction of the train.

Unknowingly, more than half a year has passed.

Since her physical body died and was replaced by a bionic body, she found that she had lost her sensitivity to time. It was like a moment of distraction, and a long, long time had actually passed around me. However, after I came back to my senses, I could easily recall what happened during this time.

It feels like sitting in the audience watching a movie without an ending.

Even now that she has walked out of that "sacred realm", the whole world still seems to be separated from her by a layer of glass. She could clearly see every detail in her field of vision, but she couldn't really get close to it.

Perhaps the old man named Luo Gan looked down on the world from this perspective...

It seems that people are no longer human beings, but just chess pieces that can be manipulated to achieve their goals.

There seemed to be a layer of mist in her pupils as she stared at the direction where the wisp of white smoke disappeared, her thin lips moving softly.

"Master Manager...that gentleman's people are back."

"uh-huh!"

Standing next to Yinyin, Hanshuang, who was wearing a maid uniform, had a charming and confident smile on his face, but the words he bit into his mouth were not polite at all.

"Looks like those scum that are worse than cockroaches are in trouble!"

To it, humans are like its children. Those things that eat people without spitting out bones, aren't they just scum in the eyes of this old mother?

It's a pity that its own combat capabilities are not outstanding, and it can only be useful in systematic operations.

Otherwise, it really wants to take matters into its own hands and cut off the necks of those degenerated organisms.

Eclipse looked at it expressionlessly and said in a voice without waves.

"We have to mobilize supplies as soon as possible and send a batch there. The frontline will need them soon."

When Singularity City was rebuilt last year, the managers confessed their plans for this year to them.

Although the war started half a year earlier than expected, they were not unprepared.

Even since the wave in Qingquan City ended at the beginning of the year and the Southern Construction Corps went to Jinchuan Province to prepare for war, this settlement has been preparing for the war that is destined to come.

Including building materials for building fortifications, supplies needed by frontline soldiers, isolation areas to accommodate patients who have failed, etc.

They not only want to eliminate the torch, but also eliminate the plague left by the torch on that land, and completely destroy the "heaven" soaked in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​bones.

"Yes!" Hanshuang nodded vigorously, with a bright smile on his face, "I have received the manager's list. There are a lot of supplies in the warehouse. Send them all!"

Sun Eclipse was stunned for a moment: "It doesn't matter... people here also have to eat."

Hanshuang snapped his fingers, the smile on his face unchanged.

"That's what I mean! Eclipse, you have to be more flexible, not too rigid!"

Eclipse: "..."

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During a total drive of 1,500 kilometers, the military column from Dawn City crossed plains and jungles, turned left and right, and finally reached the border of Jinhe Province.

There are already layers of mountains in the distance.

After crossing the mountain in front, turn right to the seashore filled with death, and turn left to the vibrant Baiyue jungle. Passing through the large jungle and mountains, you can even walk all the way to the picturesque French Fries Port and see the thighs swaying with the breath of life - oh no, the sea.

I really envy the brothers of the Burning Corps...

Holding the grilled sausage bought from Mafu Town in his hand, he looked at the debt-ridden big eyes outside the window and couldn't help yawning, thinking that the time of hanging up was too long.

"How long do we have?"

"It's almost time," the construction site boy and Zhuan looked at the map, looked out the window again, touched his chin and said, "After crossing the Wei River is the Shifeng Mountain, the 80-mile white bone road, and behind it is the lair of the Torch Church."

I heard that the 80-mile mountain road was not called the white bone road, but the snow peak road.

It was only later that a group of cannibalistic mutants went there and set up camp on the mountain. The survivors called the snow-capped peaks covered with snow all year round the Blood Peak, and the broken snow covering the mountain road the white bones.

In short, there are many mutant nests hidden on the Ten Peaks Mountain, and according to the usual practice of the Torch Church, they will probably make peace with the mutants and use the technology of the Prosperous Era to arm the mutants.

For example, help them deliver babies and breed, such as making prosthetics and biological power armor that mutants can also use.

No matter how they despise the enemy strategically, they must pay enough attention to these guys tactically.

Otherwise, it is easy to suffer a big loss.

Debt Big Eyes sighed.

"My children are crying with hunger. If I don't serve them food, they will rebel."

[Midnight with Umbrella but No Knife], who was sitting next to him, came over and said with a smile.

"Aren't they your wives?"

Debt rolled his eyes and used a sausage skewer to shoo away flies.

"Get lost."

After passing Mafu Town, there was a deserted wilderness to the south.

Until the deepest part of the wilderness, the Death Corps saw a trace of human habitation.

That was the station of the Southern Construction Corps, and it was also the real terminal at the southern end of the entire railway.

The composition of this unit was quite complex, including volunteer survivors, members of the "Iron Tower" organization, and criminals undergoing labor reform.

At the beginning of the year, the Alliance launched a severe crackdown on the slums outside Giant Stone City, sending troops to completely eliminate the gang members hiding in the slums, and sent the captured people to the mines near Qingshi County for training and labor reform, and then organized them into a punishment battalion and sent them to the forefront of the resistance wave.

In the battle against the wave, their brave performance was recognized by the Giant Stone City Militia.

After the wave ended, the administrators incorporated the survivors into the Southern Construction Corps, and sent them to Jinchuan Province with other criminals who were still undergoing labor reform to build roads and bridges in preparation for the upcoming "Battle of Heaven".

After a full six months of preparation, this construction corps of nearly 4,000 people not only completed the railway across the wilderness, but also built a large military base on the north side of the Wei River that could accommodate 100,000 people, and dug a large number of trenches, machine gun bunkers and other defensive bunkers on the position.

The enemies in the south naturally would not watch the alliance digging pits and building roads here. Every now and then, they would gather mutant troops and cross the Wei River to launch a wave of raids on the positions of the Southern Construction Corps.

Even two months ago, a mutant team of 1,000 people came to kill!

Those greenskins wielding sticks and rifles looked like a mob, but when they really fought, their skills were not ambiguous at all.

Even the weakest mutants had much stronger physical strength than ordinary survivors.

Even if their hearts are pierced, they can continue to fight with their killing instincts, and can even heal fatal wounds with their strong recovery ability.

If you want to kill them completely, you can only smash their heads hard and smear their brains on the ground, or use a 19mm grenade gun to completely smash the left half of their chests, so that the rotten meat there has no time to grow out before the blood runs dry.

It is obviously impossible to defeat the mutants with only less than 4,000 construction corps. Even if there are strong enough bunkers and fixed weapons with fierce firepower, it is destined to be a difficult bloody battle.

Fortunately, the alliance that put them in the wilderness did not really give up on them.

When the attack occurred, almost all of the more than 300 players active in the vicinity received the mission and rushed over.

Relying on a more fearless and fierce fighting style than the mutants, the 300 players finally defeated the mutants who crossed the Wei River with the help of friendly forces at the cost of almost annihilation.

It was also that battle that completely hurt the mutant tribe on the mountain. There were no large-scale attacks for two consecutive months, only harassment by small forces.

Obviously, the mutants were not really fearless. When they met a more ruthless guy than themselves, they would still feel hesitant and afraid, and even shrink back.

However——

Another possibility cannot be ruled out.

They were not afraid, but realized that this hard bone was not so easy to chew, so they secretly accumulated strength and planned to play a big wave at the critical moment...

At the same time when the top of Shifeng Mountain came into the eyes of a group of players, the military train with white smoke also entered the sight of a group of greenskins on the mountain.

A pair of eyes as big as copper bells were suddenly filled with bloodlust and ferocity, and with a loud howl, green heads suddenly emerged from the caves and cracks.

A giant mutant who was more than three meters tall strode in front of the minions.

His face was ugly and ferocious, with a mutilated flag hanging behind his back, a mallet-like shotgun in his hand, and armor-like solid steel hanging under his muscular shoulders.

Especially the legs, from the knees down, the entire calves to the soles of the feet have been transformed into mechanical feet, with sharp claws protruding outward like daggers.

His name is Gray, and he is the captain of the Stone Horn Tribe. Anyone with a name on Shifeng Mountain is either a cunning fox or a first-rate ruthless character.

"Train! Alliance's!"

Gray let out an excited howl and raised the shotgun above his head.

"It's full of hard and powerful stuff. The torch lets us smash it! Burn it down and kill it all! Rob it all!"

Hearing the majestic and powerful roar, a group of shirtless minions shouted excitedly.

"Roar--!"

War cries one after another beat on the mountain top, like beating war drums, and in a moment a sparse team of about a thousand people was called out.

In addition to the strong greenskins, there were also some dwarfs who were only as high as the knees of ordinary mutants, and they all followed the big guys in a hurry.

They are also mutants, and even their DNA is almost the same as that of green-skinned mutants.

It's just that the stooped and short bodies are close to being disabled. Just looking at their appearance, one can't think of mutants at all.

Since mutants were not reproducing fast enough, the Church of the Torch used biological technology to redesign the genome expression sequence of some mutants and developed this hunchbacked "new gadget" at the expense of shortening their lifespan.

Unlike those purebred mutants, these short guys reproduce and develop very quickly, usually giving birth in five or six months, and a litter can usually give birth to three or four babies.

Although they do not have the terrifying recovery ability and powerful physical ability of mutants, they age extremely quickly, and their birth is bloody, they can rely on natural reproduction to form sufficient combat effectiveness in a short period of time.

Players active in the southern Jinchuan Province call them goblins to distinguish them from the green skins of the "classic skin". The operator of "Wasteland OL" continued to use this title and updated it in the setting set.

In fact, not to mention outsiders, even the mutants themselves do not admit that these weak guys are mutants, and mostly call them "short things" and "ugly things".

Due to their incomplete brain development, they are often even stupider than mutants, and their habits are closer to beasts, just like the dogs raised by mutants.

However, their short size is more suitable for traveling in the mountains, and their slender fingers can do some errands and even pull gun ropes, which may not be as useful as the clone cannon fodder carefully designed by the Wilantes.

The reason why the mutants on Shifeng Mountain allowed this group of short things to stay in their lair was because they could help with some things and didn't have much meat on their bones.

Just when a group of green-skinned mutants were rushing down the mountain, they didn't notice a fat, gray mouse lying on the back of a rock staring at them, with a VM wrapped around it like a belt. On his belly.

As early as a few days ago, before the brothers of the Death Corps set out, he had been eyeing these guys.

"Hey, hey, hey, this is a difficult place. The mutants on Shifeng Mountain are coming down the mountain. They saw you from a long way away, and they are probably running towards you!"

"Haha, then they picked the wrong opponent!" A hearty reply came from the communication channel. That voice was none other than the leader of the Death Corps, Brother Edgewater.

Listening to the voice on the other end of the communication channel, this guy seems to be eager to give it a try.

After a half-second of silence for the mutants who were descending the mountain, he forced himself to continue speaking.

"Trash guy is already waiting at the bottom of the mountain, ready to join you at any time... That guy said he planned to show you a trick, but it seems that you don't lack his one either."

Edge Paddling replied with a smile.

"How could it be? He is welcome to support me! But please tell Brother Junk for me not to rush into action yet, and to stand a little further away."

He was stunned for a moment and asked.

"What are you doing?"

He made a sound while paddling on the edge.

"We got two big guns from the Velant people, and the managers gave them to us directly! The caliber of those things is larger than the ones on the Heart of Steel. My brothers have never seen the world, and they are all clamoring for them. Let’s try firing a cannon, let’s try it with the gang of enemies who came down from the mountain.”

"Good guy, that 902 cannon?!" The strong man smacked his tongue in surprise, "You brought it with you in the first battle?"

"Then what if? Keep it and wait for it to lay eggs."

"Hahaha, okay, I'll tell Mr. Garbage to stop rushing in..."

After hanging up the communication, he stretched out his sharp nails and scratched twice on the VM screen, trying to contact the garbage picker level 99, but the call lasted for a long time and there was no response.

"Weird."

The strong man scratched his head, grunted and looked down the mountain, but could not see the guy.

What did this piece of shit do?

Just when he was wondering where Mr. Garbage had gone, a certain large lizard was lying in a reed swamp on the south side of the Wei River.

Those amber pupils were fixed intently on the group of green-skinned guys swimming across the river, and their thick nostrils blew circles of imperceptible ripples on the water.

As for the wrist-mounted computer that would get in the way, he had already thrown it on the shore.

Although the Wei River is a hundred meters wide, it is not too deep. The deepest point in the center of the river is only three or four meters, and the places where the reeds grow on both sides of the river are only one or two meters deep, and the water flow is not too fast. So even if there is no bridge, it is not difficult to cross.

Needless to say, these greenskins, who are often two or three meters tall, can cross the river with a single lift of their weapons. The short goblins looked anxious and had to carry rafts to row across, or let them pass by. The big guys carried themselves over.

Seeing that the group of green-skinned guys had almost reached the other side of the river, just when Jun Jun was about to move over and kill them by surprise, a deafening roar suddenly came from the distance.

The sound was like thunder on the ground.

Although it came from many kilometers away, it shook the calm river surface.

The garbage-picking level 99 was slightly startled. Like the mutants standing in the river, they stared blankly in the direction of the sound.

"...What the hell?" Mr. Junk muttered, but an ominous premonition quietly crept into his heart.

At the same time, the military column braked midway, and the smoke floating above the 902mm cannon slowly dispersed to the side.

Riding the edge of the Death Claw, he jumped out of the carriage first, holding up the 20mm caliber "lance" and yelling at the brothers who were also ready to go.

"Bros--"

"Follow me!"

"Bring glory back to Dawn City! Bring death to our enemies!"

The surrounding military column instantly erupted into roars of great morale.

Whether it was the player riding on the back of the Death Claw or the Death Claw being ridden by the players, they all roared at the same time as the gunfire rang out.

"For the Alliance!"

"Long live the manager!"

"Crush them!"

"Ouch!"

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