Chapter 883 Scar (1/2)

The deck of the transport ship "Nest of Salvation".

The bearded captain squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the port that was just around the corner.

"Eternal Night Port... Come to think of it, the last time I passed by here was last year."

Alman, who was standing next to him, nodded and stared at the port.

"Well... the changes here are so great that I almost didn't recognize it."

The narrow docks are still as busy as before, even more so than when it was the busiest.

The only difference is that the merchant ships and passenger ships that were originally moored here are gone, replaced by sharp steel decks and towering gun barrels.

The frequent harassment of the Alliance Fleet forced the Southern Legion to strengthen patrols in the waters between Eternal Night Port and the Far South, and organize anti-submarine forces to escort the fleet that transports supplies.

At the same time, Eternal Night Port also plays the role of a "human transit station".

Reinforcements from the colonies and the mainland will be assembled here, and then take a ship to Xifan Port. The disabled who retreated from Xifan Port would also be transferred here to transfer to the ship to go home.

There were some idle young men standing on the shore in the distance. Alman could easily distinguish who among them had retreated from the front line and who was preparing to go to the front line.

They were like sugarcanes that were constantly fed into the juicer. They stood up straight before entering, and they looked like a pile of crushed dregs after coming out.

No one was exempt.

The real tough guys were in the coffin, or they could not be found, and it was impossible for them to come back from the front line.

Unknowingly, this border town at the junction of the East and West worlds has become the forefront of the collision between the two forces.

Whether it is a merchant ship from the East or a merchant ship from the West, they will carefully avoid this place.

It is precisely because of this change that Alman's fleet looks so eye-catching here, and it attracts countless curious eyes almost as soon as it approaches the port.

Alman doesn't want to be so eye-catching, and even prefers not to make money from this business.

However, when the quartermaster of Xifan Port entrusted the wounded soldiers who had retreated from the front line to him, he could not say the words of refusal.

Most of those young men were withdrawn from Tiandu. Many of them were missing arms and legs, and even could not take care of themselves. They had become a burden to the front line.

Most of the Weilant soldiers could not accept that these guys were beaten into such a mess by a group of Brahmans.

After all, just a few months ago, the Brahmans were still fish on the chopping board in their narrative context, and they were the kind that would not resist being slaughtered.

They actually lost to a group of boneless "mudbloods". In their opinion, these cowards simply lost the face of the Weilant people!

After learning about the situation of the wounded soldiers, Alman's mood was extremely complicated.

Even if they deserved to sacrifice their arms and feet for the jungle law in their hearts, those people were his compatriots after all.

It was difficult for him to laugh at these so-called useless trash with those lunatics.

This was not funny at all.

Out of sympathy, he temporarily changed his schedule and accepted the commission from the logistics department to send the 5,000 seriously injured Willant soldiers to Evernight Port before transporting the workers to the Death Coast Settlement No. 1.

Another thing is that he missed his family.

Since the tragedy of Xifan Port, he moved his wife and children to Evernight Port.

He hasn't seen them for a long time.

Just as the two were reminiscing about the past prosperity of Evernight Port, on the other side of the deck, several "blue rats" from the alliance were also looking excitedly in the direction of the port.

"Eternal Night Harbor!"

"Fuck, so many warships!"

"Wait, why are there so many big planes parked at this dock?!"

"It's probably to avoid the 'Laken' in the sea. Big ships are easily torpedoed, so they switched to small boats."

"By the way, we should be the first player to come so far!"

"It seems that Tail has only been to West Sail Harbor."

"That was a long time ago. I heard that the Battlefield guys passed by here a long time ago."

"Damn! Are these old players so stubborn? Leave some opportunities for the newcomers!"

When they were on the Death Coast, they planned to disembark at West Sail Harbor, but they were refused entry. So they stayed on the ship and followed Alman to the legendary southernmost gathering place for survivors, Eternal Night Harbor.

This is outside the war zone. Although the identity of the blue mole is not welcome here, there is no such thing as being refused entry.

They thought that since they couldn't play the tricks, at least they could open a new map, but they didn't expect that someone else would get there first.

Everyone was cursing, with disappointment written all over their faces.

Except for one guy.

His ID is [Taran Raider], and he is the head of the Desert Corps.

This name sounds a bit intimidating, but in fact it is just a small and unknown Corps. In its heyday, it can't even compare with the Silver Corps, let alone the Abstract Corps next door.

However, this head is an ambitious man. Although he only has the strength of T5, he has the dream of rushing to T0.

He gave the Corps this name because he saw that the Alliance was about to enter the Luoxia Province to fight, but there was no player Corps specializing in desert warfare.

Unfortunately, the leader's own strength is limited, and the members have never been very good, so that the expansion pack has been updated from "Battle of Luoxia" to "Southern Barbarian Invasion", and this desert corps has not been able to compete in "Wasteland OL" appeared on the stage.

Facts have proved that the strength of strength has nothing to do with whether the name is serious or not.

Just like the spring water commander is not really a spring water commander, killing chickens at midnight is not really just killing chickens. The diameter of the mosquito is not small at all, and its tail is really super fast.

During this period, although many newcomers were deceived by the name of the Desert Corps, thinking that this Corps was in the same order as the Jungle, Storm, and Death Corps, but after discovering that their leader was just a little Kalami, they suddenly quit the group in disappointment. .

In this way, the iron-clad leader and the flowing soldiers have occupied this hole until now.

But after all, Brother Ta is a man with dreams and has never given up his efforts.

Perhaps touched by his sincerity, Planner Dog finally gave him a chance to show off his talents!

Just when he went online this evening, he was suddenly surprised to find that there was a shining little red dot in the upper right corner of the taskbar on his official website page!

That's a sign of an offline mission!

As we all know, there is only one situation that will trigger a hidden mission, and that is an event happening in the area where the player is, which has attracted the attention of the league's number one BOSS manager himself!

This shows what?

This shows that managers are watching him!

Not only that, the respected manager also expressed his recognition of him, thinking that he was the most reliable one on this flight!

Upon receiving this honor, Brother Ta was so excited that he could burst into tears, and he immediately made up his mind -

He will not miss this opportunity!

We won’t let the managers down!

"Quiet! Quiet! Everyone, please listen to me."

Walking in front of everyone, Tallan Raider coughed and motioned for all the players to look at him.

As for those guys who ignored him, he had nothing to do with them. He only spoke loudly to those who ignored him.

"I am the commander of the Desert Corps. I know everyone is feeling disappointed now, but don't worry! I promise you, your trip will not be in vain!"

"Just last night, our Desert Corps received news that the Enlightenment Society was suspected of infiltrating the Southern Corps. The managers want us to investigate this matter thoroughly!"

Looking at the whispering players, Taran felt happy in his heart, but did not show any expression on his face, and continued righteously.

"This mission is very critical. It is not only related to the safety of the front line of Borneo Province, but also related to the survival of the entire wasteland! Therefore, we need your help!"

"Starting from now on, as long as you join the Desert Corps within twenty-four hours, you will be able to participate in the hidden missions we trigger! Share the generous mission rewards together!"

To put it bluntly, his cover of hiding a mission really attracted many players.

Especially newcomers who are new to the world are even tempted to sign up.

Only those veteran players who had experienced hundreds of battles stood aside with their arms folded without taking it seriously.

Compared with those newbies who know nothing, they have much more knowledge.

"If this task is really so important, how could it be given to this guy?"

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"I think the managers are just idle."

This situation has not happened before.

After all, even the ramen shop owner at the entrance of the shelter has received exclusive tasks released offline. It is difficult to judge whether a task is important just by relying on the way the task is released.

While several old players were laughing and muttering, Arman also looked at the guy who was talking with a subtle expression.

Although there are not many people who can understand the language specific to Vault 404, it is not impossible.

For example, he already understood a general idea aside from those strange proper nouns.

The general meaning is that the Alliance's Desert Corps came to the Southern Legion's territory to find an organization called the Enlightenment Society.

Considering the ongoing war in Borneo, this guy almost shouted "I am a spy" in the Chinese couplet.

But Yalman did not expose him.

Firstly, he had business in the Union, and secondly, he did not agree with the Southern Army's approach.

Besides, as a businessman, it would be better for him not to rashly get involved in the games of those big shots.

He has already suffered a loss once and does not want to suffer a second time...

…

Just as the commander of a certain corps was chattering about mobilization or deception, the customs on the shore also noticed the fleet that was docking.

Not long after, as the "Saving Nest" stabilized beside the dock, a lame man also limped onto the dock.

He was wearing a military uniform, with combat medals on his chest, but the epaulettes were missing.

Arman guessed that he was an officer who had transferred to the customs, but he could not guess his rank.

The man took off his hat, raised his head with squinted eyes and shouted to the deck.

"Where did you come from?"

The bearded captain shouted.

"Sailport, we are here to take the wounded."

"Xifan Port... Haha, the only cargo left there is the wounded." The man grinned, and the sarcasm on his lips was sarcastic. He suddenly continued, "What else? Have you ever been there? where?"

Unexpectedly, he asked so many questions, and the bearded captain suddenly became nervous.

Arman took a step forward, looked at the man standing on the dock and shouted.

"We have been to many places. Why, do we need to go through so many procedures to dock now?"

The man holding the hat raised his hands and said with a smile.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just asking...Welcome home, compatriots who have come from afar."

That meaningful statement seemed to know where they had been.

However, Arman didn't care. He just stuffed a bag of gold coins into the hands of the man who had completely abandoned his faith and glory when he got off the boat.

Compared to the remuneration he received from Gulion's logistics department, this "public relations expenditure" was not worth mentioning at all.

The man took the money bag and shook it. Seeing that the money for the night's drinks was settled, he suddenly smiled and grinned at Arman.

"You businessmen still make more money... Damn it, I shouldn't have been a centurion in the first place."

Arman smiled faintly.

"It's okay, you only see when I make money, not when I lose money."

Everyone is a gambler, no one is more noble than anyone else, it is just the difference between winning and losing.

Before this battle started, or before it turned into a bear like this, he had envied those officers.

But now he no longer cares about winning or losing.

In a lose-lose bet, temporary winning or losing means nothing.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, stuffed the money bag into his purse, and then stretched out his right hand.

"Make a friend, Kuruan, the former centurion of the 340,000th team, now the customs officer of Yongye Port."

"Arman, shareholder and manager of Hanging Wall Labor Service Agency." Arman shook his right hand and introduced himself.

Kuruan whistled and asked jokingly.

"Wall hanging? Does it mean hanging on the wall? What a strange name."

Arman smiled lightly and said.

"The partners started it because they wanted to keep their original aspirations in mind."

Kuruan: "A partner in the alliance?"

Arman nodded.

"Most of the guys in the east are like this. Many of them are weirdos, but it's quite interesting to get along with them for a long time."

"Is it convenient to disclose the business...Ah, don't get me wrong, it's off duty time now, if you don't want to talk about it, forget it." Noticing the vigilant expression of the captain beside him, Kuruan raised his head and smiled.

Armen said in a casual tone.

"It's not inconvenient. We'll sign a loan agreement with the slaves at West Sail Port, redeem them, and then transport them to the Death Coast where there is a shortage of people."

Kurua Anrao touched his chin with interest.

"The Coast of Death, I've heard of this place."

Armen continued.

"The Eastern Legion's expeditionary force has been there, and it used to be the territory of the Torch."

Kuruan asked curiously.

"Are there any Wilrants there?"

Arman said with a faint smile.

"Of course, and there are quite a few of them. Some of the Eastern Legion's expeditionary forces simply stayed there, and some came from West Sail Port or the New World. In short, you can meet all kinds of people."

"There are even people from the New World?!" Kuruan laughed and said, "Then it seems that the place is really good."

There is also a chain of contempt among the Weirant people.

For example, the Wealant people in the New World are the most cunning Wealant people. The vast majority of the Wealant people in the old world have the impression that they are a group of guys who are not good at fighting and are only good at producing fakes and taking advantage of every opportunity.

For example, in this contest between the Southern Army and the Union, they hid behind their backs to make a fortune from the war and refused to die in person.

If it weren't for the fact that the few fleets controlled by the Western Legion were still reasonable, their reputation would probably be the same as that of the civil service group in Triumph City.

Arman thought for a moment and replied.

"It was a really nice place, in every sense of the word."

After a pause, he said again in a joking tone.

"When I come back this time, I plan to take my family with me."

Kuruan laughed and said.

"From what you said, it feels like heaven there. You might as well take me there too."

Arman glanced at him in surprise.

"are you serious?"

Kuruan grinned.

"I'm kidding, but I really want to hear you talk about what it's like there. Are you free to have a drink with me tonight? I'll treat you and use the money I earn from you."

As he spoke, he patted the money bag in his arms that was still warm.

He thought this guy was quite funny, and Arman also laughed.

"Then I have to drink it back."

…

After the customs registration was completed, the wounded Wilantes in the cabin gradually came ashore.

And Yaman soon understood why the former centurion of the 340,000th team, after hearing that he was taking his family away, not only did not look down on him, but half-jokingly asked him if he could take him too. take away.

Perhaps because there were too many wounded, the logistics department of Yongye Port could no longer take care of these poor new arrivals.

After all, they were no longer able to create value for the Southern Army, and even as a model for propaganda, they seemed a bit useless because they were too numerous.

After all, in "Victory Report of the Southern Army", only 2,000 people died in the suburbs of Tiandu. So many wounded people suddenly appeared. Who was hit in the face?

The Confederate Army would not abandon them, but they would not acknowledge their sacrifice either.

There was not a single doctor who came to receive them, only about a dozen staff members in military uniforms who were responsible for registering their names and helping them arrange flights home as soon as possible.

Fortunately, they didn't have to pay for the boat ticket home.

As for whether to replace the prosthesis or amputate the limb, it depends on the opinions of the local hospital and logistics support unit.

In the end, it might end up with the young man from Avente replacing his prosthetic body, and the colony adopting another plan.

Arman suddenly felt that it might not be a good idea to bring all these young men here. The Death Coast might be more suitable for them.

However, he couldn't make the decision in this matter.

Besides, if he really did that, these wounded people might not thank him.

The kindness given by force was only self-gratification, and not everyone, even the slaves at Westsail, were willing to cross the ocean to a completely unfamiliar place.

After all, it was a wasteland.

Where there are many people who cannibalize people, there are only a very small minority who don't cannibalize people.

However, once this idea appeared in Arman's mind, he was out of control.

He wanted to help his disabled compatriots.

And he could also feel that they needed his help as much as the Borneo people.

The Legion won't take care of all of them for the rest of their lives, but at least the Alliance's Home for the Refugees can help them replace them with a set of prosthetics that will allow them to survive on their own.

At present, many officers who have been withdrawn from the front line have been assigned to change jobs in the borderland of Yongye Port.

These people may have different views on war.

Perhaps, while drinking at night, he could talk to the man named Kuruan about expanding the wall-mounted company's business in Yongye Port...

Just as the wounded were disembarking, passengers from the Alliance also disembarked behind the group.

Looking at the [Talan Raider] standing on the dock looking around, Arman gave a kind reminder.

"I can't help you with what you want to investigate, but I can introduce you to an acquaintance. His name is Nok. He used to be a sailor in my team and later became a mercenary. He is from nearby Native. If you are looking for a guide, it would be more appropriate to find him than any other Willant...especially during this special period."

As he spoke, he handed the shelter resident a piece of paper with an address written on it.

Looking at the clues handed over by the NPC, Taran, who was worried that he would not be able to start the task, accepted it with a look of surprise, and then thanked him.

"Thank you so much! You have been a great help to us!"

Looking at this energetic young man, Arman smiled and said.

"You're welcome. I have also been helped by one of you gentlemen. If something terrible happens here... I hope you can save my compatriots."

…

After saying goodbye to his friends in the alliance, Arman went to the logistics office to receive his reward, and then returned to the dock.

Looking at the captain waiting there, he said in a very soft voice.

"Now I can confirm my belief... it's no longer safe here."

The captain with the beard was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously.

"Do you think the war will reach here?"

Looking at the shallow water heavy gunboat close at hand, Arman said in a meaningful tone.

"Isn't it already overheated?"

The captain's expression was slightly moved, but there was still an expression of disbelief on his face.

"I think you are still thinking too much... After all, this is a war between the Empire and the rebels. If the Alliance really fights here, Triumph City will not sit idly by."

His family is in Yongye Port.

If the war really came here, he would have to consider the safety of his family.

"It's not that I think too much, it's that it's hard for me to believe that someone who has lied promises again... It would be fine if I was alone, but I have to consider my wife and children."

Arman put his hand on his partner's shoulder.

"I plan to take them with me this time...you should also think more about them."

"You have been serious for a long time... I thought you were joking with that Kuruan."

The captain smiled bitterly, scratched the back of his head, and squeezed out another sentence in embarrassment.

"...Give me some time, I have to think about such a big thing."

This was the first time Arman saw a hesitant expression on this free and easy man's face.

But he understood the feeling.

In order to pursue wealth, he planned to leave Triumph City and go to Xifan Port, which had nothing. It took a lot of effort to convince himself and his family.

Only this time, he was not pursuing wealth, but seeking peace.

He didn't want to experience the separation and death that had happened before.

It's hard to say whether he will be as lucky as last time if something like that happens next time.

"We'll be here for a week, plenty of time for you to think about it."

After a pause, he said again.

"But don't worry too much, maybe I'm just overthinking it."