Chapter 796 The Wilrantians Who Want to Pick Peaches (1/2)

Time goes back to the second half of the night before dawn.

While the fierce battle between the Burning Corps and the Torch remnants was in full swing, in another abandoned city a hundred kilometers away, a bloody battle was entering its final climax.

Hundreds of "Conqueror" Panzer V tanks and their cooperating infantry cut off all entrances from the ruins to the wilderness, and also cut off the possibility of the bacterial variants in the Kingdom of Heaven to reinforce the city ruins.

Immediately afterwards, more than 10,000 Valantian infantry and tens of thousands of clone soldiers, under the cover of artillery, launched simultaneous attacks from more than a dozen directions, launching an siege against the remnants of the Torch Church and the mutant tribes trapped in the ruins. .

Judging from the map of the Prosperity Era, this abandoned city once belonged to a large city called Guangtian City, with a permanent population of more than eight million.

But now it's the wasteland era, and the prosperity of the past has long disappeared. Only the rusty road sign still remembers its name.

After learning that there might be information about the Gestalt Life Project hidden in this city, Liam did not hesitate to dispatch the nearest 370,000th team to attack, and ordered them to take the lead in the alliance's landing force. Occupy it before!

The attackers were the Legion's 370,000th team and a Glorious Army composed of 30,000 clone troopers.

The defenders are the "Flame" Knights of the Torch and the "Lame" clan.

Although the name of the latter sounds funny, it is obvious that the mutants of this clan are not really cripples, and it is unlikely that lame people will appear with the mutants' ability to regenerate their limbs.

Even contrary to the funny name, the mutants of this clan are not cripples, but are natural hunters. They are active in the rugged mountain forests all year round and are extremely good at making traps and using high and low vision for sneak attacks.

In the initial stage of the offensive, the 370,000th legion had suffered a lot at the hands of these "cripples".

But this is only the initial stage.

When the Vaillants discovered that these mutants were just doing a few tricks over and over again, the rest of the matter was much easier to solve.

When they encountered a possible ambush, they would either send clone troopers to test it out, or simply fire a few rounds of artillery shells to blow them up before moving forward.

The commander of the 370,000th Army was very cautious in making decisions, and gradually compressed the Torch's living space and activity area bit by bit through gradual encroachment, and finally forced all the latter into a relatively open area in the city center.

The battle lasted for three full days, during which both sides suffered heavy casualties.

However, the torch was in a dead end. No matter how hard they resisted, the troops trapped in the city could only struggle to their death, which could not change their final defeat.

When the offensive progressed to the third day, the Legion had successfully broken through the last line of defense, and the tank's gun barrel had almost been stuffed into the nostrils of the mutants and the Torch Cultists.

The remaining 200 Torch Cultists and less than 1,000 mutants were trapped in an abandoned commercial department store.

I think the entrance to the research facility should be there too.

Not only that, the Legion also discovered a "barn" where mutants kept captives in a nearby gymnasium.

These prisoners were naked and skinny, and most of them had sores on their bodies and traces of torture.

Some of them were probably used for the mutants' enjoyment, and they were also fed a large amount of nuts. They still had a broken expression when they were pulled out of the dungeon.

The other part is probably an experiment prepared by the Torch Church for itself, or a "talent reserve". Although these people were not fed fruits, their mental condition was quite bad and they were obviously abused.

Regarding how to place these prisoners, there was a small disagreement among the middle and senior management of the 370,000th Team.

The traditional military aristocrats headed by Captain Favre believed that the stronger should control the trophies of the stronger in accordance with general practice...even if these trophies are defective.

Some new officers believe that the legion's dignity in the Community should be maintained. After all, what they are engaged in is not a war of conquest, but a just battle for the destiny of all mankind.

There are also a few opinions that it is better to simply leave it to other forces in the Sticky Community to worry about, so that others can't find faults and the legion itself will save trouble.

The representative of this minority opinion is Pangolin, a "seconded officer" from the civil service group.

Although this man comes from the civil service group, his background is not small. He is a talent discovered by General McClun. It is said that he single-handedly hunted down a Deathclaw mother, and he can be called a hero among men.

After General McClung's defeat, he led the Empire's officers across thousands of kilometers to avoid the Alliance's pursuit and interception. Finally, he successfully joined forces with the Legion's main force in the desert, and killed nearly a thousand Alliance soldiers on the front line!

With this achievement, he was promoted from the servant army to the regular army, and followed General Griffin to fight in the desert. It was not until the eastward expansion faction lost power that he switched to the civilian group.

This legendary experience was enough to fill at least two columns in Triumph.

And speaking of this legendary experience, it also has some connection with the immediate superior of the officer present.

The captain of the 370,000th team was Colway.

This person was the officer who escorted the pangolin back to the rear after overcoming obstacles all the way.

As for his promotion resume, that is another legendary story.

To be honest, the Battlefield Atmosphere Team also thought it was a coincidence that the person sent to the frontline for reinforcement was an old acquaintance of theirs, and they were seconded there.

But this saved him a lot of trouble.

When working under other Willant people, there is often a risk of being exposed, but working under this person, there is no need to worry at all.

After all, he is a good brother who has been through life and death together, and Korway has never doubted him even once.

Seeing the endless debate at the command table, Korway coughed hard.

"Enough, let me say a few words."

Everyone quieted down, and a pair of eyes looked at him.

After a pause, Korway spoke slowly in a majestic voice.

"...I think what Pangolin said makes sense. Given our image in the eyes of the survivors in the east, even if we provide these captives with good food and drink, they will probably think that we are abusing them. It is better to let them take care of themselves." Seeing that General Korwe, who had not spoken a word, was taking sides, the Thousand Captain Favrey standing in front of the command table twitched his eyebrows fiercely and couldn't help but speak. "General, I must remind you that according to the tradition of our Willant people-" "Then you can pick a few." Favrey was stunned and looked at Korwe puzzled. "...Pick a few?" Korwe shrugged. "Which of the captives do you like? Pick them and take them back to raise. But I have to remind you that the rules of the marshal are the most important rules here. You must treat your servants well according to the standards of Triumph City. Don't expect to be done by killing people." If Favrey was just physically uncomfortable when he heard the first sentence, the corners of his mouth began to twitch when he heard the second sentence. Raise these garbage according to the standards of Triumph City? If he really does this, it would be crazy!

Seeing that no one raised any more objections, Kelway knocked on the table with his knuckles.

"Then it's decided. Gather the captives first, and then wait for the arrangements of the relevant rescue agencies of the Sticky Community to see whether to send them to Weifu City or find a new home nearby."

After experiencing the battle in Luoxia Province, or after meeting Pangolin, his views on the Wastelanders have changed a lot, not as extreme as before.

In fact, it's not just him, many officers of the East Expansion Faction are the same.

After returning to Triumph City after the defeat, they all seriously reflected on the reasons for their failure, especially thinking about where they had gone too far.

As many Wastelanders commented, they conquered a large area of ​​land, spanning the entire western part of the Zhongzhou Continent, but in fact did not solve any problems.

The territories controlled by the four legions always repeat the cycle of riots and suppressing riots. Except for Triumph City, there has never been real peace in other places.

He wants to try to solve some problems.

He didn't have the ability before, but now he is a captain of ten thousand men and has the ability.

Even if there is only one star on his shoulder strap.

The matter of the prisoners came to an end. This was just a small episode in the whole battle.

Shortly after Kolwe announced the solution, the quartermaster brought everyone tonight's supper - two charcoal-grilled lambs sprinkled with cumin and pepper.

At the same time, the signalman stood at the door of the command tent and reported, bringing news from the front line.

"...The commander of the Torch refused to surrender. He said he would fight to the last moment."

Looking at the two fat lambs in the tent, the signalman couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Kolwe cut the lamb leg with a dagger and replied casually.

"We respect his choice. Since he took the initiative to seek death, let him drown in our artillery fire with that stinking delusion."

This battle has entered the final stage. Whether the other party surrenders or not actually has no effect. At most, it will leave dozens of bodies in the department store.

What the Corps needs are researchers of the Torch, especially researchers who have mastered the relevant information of the Complete Lifeform Project.

"Yes!" The signalman stood at attention and saluted. He was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Kolwe.

"Wait a minute."

Kolwe stopped the signalman and threw the cut leg of lamb over.

Looking at the signalman who was surprised and hurriedly caught it, he smiled and said.

"You must be hungry after working so late. Eat while walking on the road. Don't delay the important work."

"Yes!!"

The signalman looked at him gratefully, saluted again, and then hurriedly left.

After watching the signalman leave, Kolwe didn't bother about any red tape, but just asked everyone to eat while it was hot.

The officers at the command table were not polite. They all pulled out their daggers and cut large pieces of meat. They talked and laughed and ate. The tent was very lively for a while.

"This lamb is well roasted!"

"It would be even better with a glass of wine!"

"Haha, you are thinking too much."

"Wait until the war is over! There will be endless wine and meat at the celebration banquet!"

"That's really exciting."

The Battlefield Atmosphere Group did not participate in the topic of the crowd, and their attention was all on the buffet in front of them.

As a high-level awakener, his appetite can be high or low. If he just wants to maintain normal body functions and eat until he is 70% to 80% full, three or four kilograms of lamb is enough.

If you really open your belly and eat it, you can fit two sheep in it, and you can only go to the toilet a few times.

If he pays for the meal himself, he will usually take it easy.

But since it was public money to eat and drink, he didn't have to pay for it himself, so he naturally opened his belly and finished half of the sheep in a few clicks, which made Favre next to him dumbfounded.

Is this guy a pig?

When Favre came to his senses, all that was left in front of him was a sheep's butt.

His brows twitched fiercely a few times. Just as he was about to say something strange, the tent door was opened again, and another communications soldier trotted in.

"Report! News came from the reconnaissance force that explosions and flames were found 100 kilometers southeast of our headquarters! It is suspected to be an air attack launched by the Alliance Coastline Force!"

Upon hearing this, all the officers stopped eating and looked towards the door of the camp.

"100 kilometers to the southeast?" Colway frowned slightly, stared at the map and pondered for a moment, and found the location.

That is the Haibei City ruins. The distance from there to Guangtian City is the same as the distance to the coastline, which is about 100 kilometers.

However, it is obviously more difficult to get to the coastline from there. After all, the tunnels built during the Era of Prosperity have collapsed, and you have to climb mountains and ridges to get there.

Apparently aware of the problem, an officer frowned and said in thought.

"Did the Alliance landing force advance so fast?"

Another officer standing next to him also looked thoughtful and said after a long time.

"I heard that they had just taken over Vault 182, and now they immediately changed direction and launched an air strike 100 kilometers away... What on earth do they want to do?"

"I don't think it's easy," Favre stared at the map for a while, his eyes narrowed slightly, "...the road from where the alliance landed to the area where they air raided is rugged, and at least one-third is hilly. If It’s to join up with their main force, there’s no need to take risks in this direction.”

After a pause, he looked around at the other officers at the command table and continued.

"There is only one other explanation. There is something terrible hidden in the area where they air raided, and they don't want this thing to fall into our hands, so they plan to get ahead of us."

"I can even conclude that their action tonight is not just an air strike, there must be airborne troops following up!"

The officers at the command table were whispering and exchanging opinions, and they all felt that this analysis made sense.

The Battlefield Atmosphere Team lowered their heads and took a sip of water, pretending to choke on the meat, but in their hearts they were sweating for the brothers of the Burning Legion.

The other officers present may not know it, but he knows it as clearly as a mirror.

The Burning Legion is indeed taking action there, and the big fish they want to catch is quite big. It might be the headquarters of the Torch Church in the entire Hai Ya Province region!

In order to avoid being targeted by the legions, they deliberately limited the density of the firepower they delivered, but unexpectedly, they still aroused the vigilance of this group of people.

He glanced at Colway's expression briefly and saw that the latter had obviously been convinced by Favre's words, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

The warlord secretly thought something was wrong.

Even if they were discovered by the Weirant people, they would not dare to openly rob it, but it would always be a dispute at the meeting of the Sticky Community.

This is so sloppy...

Just when he was scratching his head anxiously, Colway suddenly turned his attention to him.

"I want to hear your opinion, Captain Pangolin."

The warlord smiled bitterly in his heart.

My opinion is okay…

What the hell can I say at this time?

Seeing that other officers were also looking at him, especially Captain Favre who always couldn't understand his identity, there was a joking expression in his eyes... as if they were expecting him to make a fool of himself. .

"My opinion is the same as that of Captain Favre, general." Although he was reluctant, the warlord still maintained his loyal and honest persona and said.

Favre, who was still expecting to see his joke, was obviously not satisfied with such an answer.

Before General Colway could speak, he said in a sarcastic tone.

"I thought I could hear different opinions... I didn't expect that once our pangolin commander enters his own professional field, he will only repeat what others say."

Some officers who were born into traditional military aristocrats couldn't help but chuckle a few times, and those who weren't smiling couldn't help but curl their lips in laughter.

Most of them have only heard rumors about this pangolin, but have never actually seen his abilities on the battlefield.

So far, the only trait they have seen from this guy is that he can eat.

But what’s the use of just eating a lot?

The big guys in the "purge" team are all just losers, but they are just losers.

The battlefield atmosphere team ignored their ridicule, mainly because they did not take the NPC's ridicule seriously.

However, although he didn't care, Colway gave Favre an unhappy look.

"Captain Favre, you should be more realistic. If you have a problem, speak up. If you don't have a problem, keep your mouth shut. Don't refuse to speak up when you see a problem, and don't go against the grain just for the sake of going against the grain. What do you think?"

Seeing his immediate superior looking at him with a displeased expression, the sarcastic expression on Favre's face softened a little.

"I think... you're right, sir."

Colway stared at him intently.

"I hope you really think so. You should really learn from your colleague Captain Pangolin on this point. He will never object to all the ideas you put forward just because you don't like him."

"yes……"

Stared by that scorching gaze, Favre could only nod his head bravely, but Colway was not satisfied with his answer.

"That's the only answer you have?"

Favre took a deep breath, turned to look at the pangolin standing opposite the command table and said.

"I'm sorry, Captain Pangolin, I, Favre...I sincerely apologize to you."

The battlefield atmosphere team could feel that there was less than one tenth sincerity in his words, but he had no interest in embarrassing this guy.

"I accept your apology."

"Thank you..." Favre nodded slightly without looking at him.

"Very good." With the two people who had temporarily restored their friendship, Colway nodded approvingly, then paused and continued, "Back to the issue we just discussed, the Alliance made some small moves on our way forward. No matter what they find there, we have to go there and take a look and get back what belongs to us... It just so happens that the battle in Guangtian City is over. "

When he said this, Colway continued to look at Favre.

"Captain Favre."

"exist!"

Favre stood up straight and waited for instructions.

"I need you to lead your men to march southeast. We must arrive at the old site of Haibei City before early morning...The Alliance has already arrived there before us. We need to expand our control area as much as possible before they find anything. Note Stay! Be sure to avoid direct military friction with the Alliance unless they take action first."

"Yes!" Favre made a military salute and said with bright eyes.

Colway nodded, then looked at the pangolin.

"Captain Pangolin, you go with Favre. Your mission is to knock him out when he is overwhelmed by the blood and bring him back to me, so your subordinates don't have to follow him."

"Yes, General..." The battlefield atmosphere team nodded and accepted the order, but there was still a trace of hesitation on his face.

He still wanted to work hard and do something to help his old friends, but he had no choice but to do something.

Seeing that the pangolin looked like he had something to say but didn't know whether to say it or not, Colway said with a kind smile.

"If there's anything you want to say, say it quickly, don't hold it in your stomach."

The battlefield atmosphere team nodded, thinking quickly, suddenly thought of something, and said with an idea.

"I was thinking... it would take seven or eight hours at the fastest to get there from here. By the time we get there, I'm afraid it will be too late."

"My opinion is exactly the opposite of yours." Favre glanced at him and did not say any more sarcastic words. He just laughed, "When the Alliance troops are almost at war with Torch, we will arrive on the battlefield as reinforcements. . At that time, we will not only solve their urgent need, but also take away the spoils from their hands. And instead of having any reason to blame us, they might even have to thank us."

"Haha, I think so about this too," Colway said with a smile as he looked at the dumbfounded pangolin. "At that time, there were not many airborne troops left in the alliance, even if they wanted to send more people over. Controlling the territory in our hands also takes time, and we can take advantage of this time to create some fait accompli.”

Oh shit!

dirty!

These NPCs are so dirty!

The warlord kept complaining in his heart, but he had to make an expression of admiration on his face.

"So that's it, it's because I'm lacking in talent and learning..."

"Don't belittle yourself. I've seen your abilities before. What you're good at is not sitting in a tent and giving orders." Colway comforted him with a smile, and then said, "That's it, you two hurry up. Go ahead.”

"yes!"

The two responded, performed a military salute, and then exited the command tent.

Standing at the door of the camp, Favre adjusted his collar slightly, glanced sideways at the pangolin standing next to him, and said with a half-smile.

"The general has seen what you are capable of. It's a pity that I haven't seen it yet. I hope to see you show your skills."

Feeling somewhat impatient with this guy, Warfield looked at him sincerely and said.

"The general asked me to take action when you are overwhelmed with blood. Are you sure you want me to show my hand?"

"..." His eyebrows twitched, and Favre finally resisted the urge to have an attack. He just glared at him fiercely, snorted coldly, and walked away.

The Warlander followed him, but silently prayed in his heart, hoping that the old friends in the south would hurry up. He had really tried his best...

After marching all night, during which time they had more than ten conflicts with monsters in the Kingdom of Heaven, the thousand-man team under Favre finally arrived at the seaside at dawn after suffering more than a dozen casualties. The edge of North City.

There were not many gunshots heard in the entire ruins. Except for the warriors who were still lingering, the others involuntarily quickened their pace and rushed towards the direction of the explosion.

Finally, near an abandoned concrete wreckage, the legion's thousand-man team completed the "reunion" with the troops sent by the Alliance to land from the Death Coast.

This was probably the first encounter between southern and northern troops.

Even if both parties don't want to see each other so early.

However, when they saw that the person leading the team was actually a warlord, many players widened their eyes in surprise.

"Fuck!"

"Good guy..."

"Battlefield?!"

Seeing that all the blue gophers were staring directly at the pangolin beside him, completely ignoring his real commander, Favre couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

"What are these guys muttering about?"

The warlord used his eyes crazily to hint to these dogs not to cause trouble, while farting without blushing and heartbeat.

"I killed a lot of them in Luoxia Province... They should be greeting my family."

Although both sentences are true, when combined together they are farts.

Favre didn't know it and was stunned after smelling it.

However, this guy probably remembered a certain interview he had read in "Triumph" before, and after thinking for a moment, he nodded clearly.

"I see……"

But at this moment, his eyes suddenly turned, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

"In that case, it's up to you to negotiate with them and ask them to obediently give up the land under their feet."

Battlefield atmosphere group: "???"

Damn it?

Is this guy confused? !