Chapter 150 Legion!

  The wilderness in the northwest of Qingquan City.

  Snow-covered pine trees and elms emerged from the damaged country houses, withered yellow seabuckthorn swaying under the overturned buildings, the only road has been buried by time, and the sky is covered with snow.

   This is the junction of Qingquan City and TS City, and it is also the border of the southern urban agglomeration of the River Valley Province.

  Although geographically, this original urban area is closer to TS City, but in terms of administrative division, it belongs to Qingquan City, which has a larger population and denser industries.

  It has a name full of original ecological flavor, that is, Elm District.

   There used to be a large number of elms and cypresses planted here, and now only those evergreen trees survive.

  In that distant Utopian era, this area was once a famous summer resort. Due to the Linghu Lake in the south, the low mountains and gentle hills in the west, the occasional breeze and sunset in the forest always make this place full of poetry. Those residents of the two cities who are tired of urban life often come here to live a life of seclusion for a few days. .

Since there are no tall buildings here, and every household has a lawn the size of a basketball court, some people will plant some primitive crops in the backyard, causing the survivors in this area to be self-sufficient for a period of time in the early days of the Wasteland Era, forming a Family-based agricultural communities.

  Of course, this place is long deserted now.

  The wildly growing green plants have replaced the traces of civilization. In just a few decades, the greening rate of this idyllic small village has soared from 60% to 100%. Now it is impossible to distinguish the edge of the forest from the ruins.

   Facts have proved that once human beings adapt to industrialization, it is difficult to leave industry for too long.

  Even if many people are tired of the hustle and bustle of the city, 99% of them would not be able to bear it if they returned to the agricultural age.

  And those primitive crops grown as a hobby, not to mention feeding the refugees who poured in here, are not enough for the locals to eat themselves. With the onset of the harsh winter, farming communities, large and small, soon disappeared into the snow.

  Due to the lack of recyclable garbage and the presence of dangerous alien species, few survivors visit here, only some merchants who are not afraid of death will choose to settle here.

  However, nowadays, this abandoned urban area that no one cares about is rarely bustling.

  A group of uninvited guests came from the north and stepped here.

  They hold bolt-action iron-barreled rifles with uniform styles, cheap wooden butts, and barrels that are even heavy castings. There was no armor or uniform, save for a tattered fur coat and frayed boots barely covering the body.

  The only uniform equipment on their bodies is probably the electric shock collar around their necks.

   These people are unquestionably human.

   It's just that the brilliance and rationality of civilization cannot be seen in the beast-like pupils.

   Holding rifles and wearing collars, they are more like a group of tamed monkeys. And those junior officers who held the remote control and followed them to urge them forward were more like real people.

  A knowledgeable person can tell at a glance the identity of those wearing collars.

  Clone!

   And it's the cheapest one!

  In the entire Middle Continent, there is probably only one organization that can "domesticate" clones on a large scale and efficiently, and put them into the battlefield in an organized manner.

   That's Legion!

   Standing next to a dilapidated house, the man in the navy blue coat looked at the troops marching forward, his vulture-like eyesight was as sharp as a dagger.

  His name is Vanus.

  Whether it is in the headquarters of the legion or in the Eastern Legion to which he belongs, this is an ugly name.

   However, contrary to that ordinary name, he has the ambition to become a general.

  The desire for honor and rights prompted him to join the Eastern Expeditionary Force, following in the footsteps of General Klaas, and marching eastward towards the Great Rift Valley in the northern part of the River Valley Province.

   According to legend, the "enterprise" in the Far East also sent an expeditionary force there, but unfortunately failed.

  However, Vanus didn't want to express any opinion on the failure of the company, and even sneered.

  In his view, those weak people who are greedy for enjoyment and huddled in the interior of a province do not understand what war is, and it is only natural that they will fail.

   Legion is different.

   They are warriors born to fight, flesh and blood driven by an iron will.

  Whether they are clones, freedmen or citizens, from the moment they were born, the iron law of the Legion has been branded in the hearts of each of them.

Even without advanced equipment, they can still march in four directions at the same time relying on their desire for victory and glory and the will to win in their bones, laying down a vast and boundless territory on a wasteland of ruins, making countless tribes big and small Bow your head and proclaim yourself a vassal, offering slaves and tribute.

  The fertile Great Rift Valley will surrender under the iron hooves of the Legion sooner or later. There is no exception under the banner of the Lion. They will use the seven-day massacre to punish those who resisted and pay homage to the dead souls.

  Although the war situation has been deadlocked for a year, Vanus has no doubts about this.

   They are almost victorious!

  Originally, he and his subordinates would participate in the winter offensive, but at this moment, a piece of news that cannot be ignored came from afar.

  A moving fortress is heading west!

  According to the intelligence gathered, that fortress came from the far east coast, and was ruled by a group of nobles from the enterprise--in their own words, of course, high-ranking employees. Judging from the route, they seem to be planning to go west to find the whereabouts of Shelter 0.

   Coincidentally, the Legion is also very interested in Vault 0.

  But logically speaking, this is not something that the expeditionary force should intervene, and it is not a wise choice to divide the troops to provoke the people of the enterprise at this juncture.

  Vanus raised an objection to General Klass, but the objection was dismissed.

   According to General Klass, in order to break through the unbreakable Holy Shield system of the Great Rift Valley, the expeditionary force needs this mobile fortress to process nuclear materials for them and produce cheap and easy-to-use nuclear warheads.

  Although they don't want to admit it, their tactical nuclear bombs are almost used up...

   "How long are we from that fortress?"

  Hearing the officer's voice, the adjutant behind Vanus reported in a deep voice.

   "There are still 10 kilometers, sir."

  Vanus nodded and said.

   "Just stop here, as long as they are not blind, they must have found us."

  Legion doesn't have too dark technology, but it doesn't mean they haven't seen it.

  Vanus' thinking is very clear.

  Build fortifications, build positions based on jungle terrain, and then use artillery to attack their rear, and finally force them to surrender.

  I believe that as soon as the cannon fires, those soft-legged shrimps that have never fought a tough battle will make a mess by themselves.

   "Lay out tinfoil and insulation foam, set up HQ here!"

   Stepping on the concrete bricks under his feet, he looked towards Vanus in the south, his eyes narrowed into a slit.

   "Those tin cans are not easy to deal with, but they can't stay there forever."

   "We'll be right here waiting for them!"

  …

  The Pioneer, a light fixed-wing drone took off from above the fort, hovering along the edge of the Elm District,

   At the same time, the combat command center.

   Lu Yang stared at the snowflake-like bright spots on the screen, his brows gradually frowned.

   "People from the Legion?"

  The drone operator in front of the console replied.

   "It should be, Captain."

  The flickering bright spots are densely packed, there are more than 2,000 of them, distributed on the front line 2 kilometers wide and 2 kilometers deep, like beans sprinkled on the ground.

  Besides Legion, he couldn't think of any other possibility.

  Lu Yang had heard before that the members of the legion possessed a DNA fragment that was banned in the pre-war society, which could increase the development speed of the entire life cycle of clones to 8 times that of normal people.

  These mass-produced cloned slaves only need one to two months to develop from embryos to babies that can leave the cabin. After being sent to a crowded nursery, they go through childhood in a year that normally takes eight years.

During this one year, they will learn the language, or it doesn't matter if they don't. When the time comes, they will be sent to a facility similar to an arena, where they will spend their second year—that is, the youth's stage.

  At this stage, their mortality rate is as high as 50%, and some elite screening facilities can even reach 70%. These facilities will not teach them how to fight, they are only used as a sieve to screen those who can adapt to the battlefield, or enough ferocious beasts.

   Those who come out alive will be sent to the front line on their 2nd birthday to become qualified cannon fodder.

  Because the development speed is 8 times that of normal people, their theoretical life span is only 10~15 years.

   But it's not a weakness, because in fact they don't live that long. The legion has never stopped fighting. Whether it is fighting against alien species, barbarians, mutants, or other survivor strongholds, the average lifespan of the cannon fodder on the front line is less than 3 years, and the longest is no more than 5 years.

   There is a saying that many looters assimilate slaves' dungeons, and the root cause is learned from the Legion. They locked the captured slaves into dungeons, made them fight for food, destroyed their spirit and rationality, turned the surviving lunatics into cannon fodder, and the surviving cannon fodder became their own people...

   Legions usually don't have the last move though.

  This mass-produced clone can only be a slave, and its final fate can only be death in battle.

  In order to ensure the combat effectiveness of these cannon fodder, they will wear an electric shock collar for each cannon fodder, and every ten cannon fodder will be equipped with a junior officer to supervise the battle, that is, the ten commander of the legion.

  The team of nearly 2,000 people seems huge, but most of the cannon fodder can't actually form a combat force. In contrast, what Lu Yang cares more about is why these people appear here.

   "Did they say anything?"

   "They didn't respond to our radio requests, either they didn't have a radio at all, or they didn't want to talk to us."

  Lujan nodded.

   "The former possibility can be ruled out."

   "The only thing left is the latter," Li De said cautiously, looking at Captain Lu, "We still have 4 tactical nuclear bombs left, more than enough to deal with 2,000 people."

"This is the most optimistic scenario. 2,000 people stand in the square and let you blow it up." Yi Hai, the adjutant of the Marine Corps, shook his head. "They scattered in the forest and built fortifications, unless we razed the entire forest to nothing." Flat ground... But this is impossible, and a conservative estimate is 40."

   Not to mention, the opponent is scattered in a terrain mixed with jungle and city ruins, and there are obstacles and bunkers everywhere under that terrain.

   They only need to dig a few foxholes to greatly reduce the threat of explosives. And those beast-like cloning lunatics basically don't have morale problems, and they go crazy when the switch on their necks is opened, which is better than stimulants.

   Lu Yang thought about it and said: "Unless you get one with a large enough equivalent."

Before Li De could speak, his secretary Wang Jie shook his head and said, "The reserves of uranium 235 are not enough, too much was used before. The deuterium can only be extracted at the seaside. If it is produced... with our remaining energy, it is basically unnecessary to consider. "

  By the end of the prosperous era, the use of nuclear energy on this planet has evolved from the early D-D fusion to the third generation of controllable nuclear fusion.

   That is pure helium triple fusion.

  Under this reaction principle, two helium three atoms undergo fusion reaction, which will produce two protons and one helium atom, and no neutrons will be produced in the middle.

  The Pioneer uses exactly this kind of technology, so it is naturally impossible to store tritium with a half-life of only twelve years.

   Li De rubbed the center of his brows, said with a headache.

"So what do we do now? Are we watching them build fortifications under our noses? They are less than four kilometers away from our resource collection point! As long as they move a little further east, they will find our construction site! "

   "Maybe they've figured it out, but they're too busy digging right now." A Marine Corps veteran offered a reasonable hypothesis.

"Let's do it! It's nothing to be polite with them! The longer you delay, the harder this bone will be." The adjutant of the Marine Corps put his fist on the table, "The range of ten kilometers is already dangerous, we can't let them continue go down."

   Kindness does not imply weakness.

  Besides, since they are members of the legion, there is no need to hold back against the group of organized marauders.

  Lu Yang is not an indecisive person. He squeezed his chin and thought for a while. After weighing the pros and cons, he made a decision in only three seconds.

   "Attack at eight o'clock in the evening!"

  The legion has very little high-tech equipment, and the darkest technology is no more than individual nuclear bomb launchers and laser rifles. It is mainly equipped with elite troops.

  As for these people, they are obviously far from the elite. They probably only have some recoilless guns or rocket launchers, let alone self-guided rockets, and they may not even have wire guides.

  The Marine Corps of the Trailblazer Corps not only has powerful power armor, but also integrates night vision goggles and thermal imaging functions in the helmet eyepiece, and there are small fixed-wing aircraft in the sky for air support.

   When it gets dark, beat them as if they were blind!

   Lu Yang, who was staring at the big screen, narrowed his eyes slightly.

   "Since they refuse to communicate."

   "Then use the caliber to teach them to speak the human language!"

  …

   Action Camp.

  The players who went to the northern city to pick up garbage are returning from the construction site, talking and laughing, and changing shifts with the Africans and newbies who came from the outpost.

  Standing in the center of the camp, looking at the vast sea of ​​people returning from a distance, quit smoking and shouted excitedly.

   "Group leader! Fang Chang! Strong wind! Ye Shi! Where are you?"

   Shouted for a while, and not long after, four little players who seemed to have drilled out of a coal mine came over and patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

   "Okay, man, you're finally up."

   Quit smoking: "Hey, I will cry if I talk too much! Who are you?"

  Fang Chang said with a smile: "I am Fang Chang! The one who doesn't shave is Lao Bai, the one next to him is Ye Shi, the one next to him is Ye Shi, and the one who is boring is Kuang Feng."

Ye Shi said with a hippie smile: "I don't agree! What do you mean I am the most coquettish? Isn't the most coquettish Fengfeng? Don't look at this guy who doesn't talk usually, and can get into the first echelon with the intelligence department. Isn't that enough to show how good he is? Obscene?"

  Gust: "Get out."

  Old Bai went up and patted Quit on the shoulder, smiled heartily and said.

   "It's really not easy for you! I remember that you made an appointment in version 0.1, right? It should be the best time to make an appointment at that time. There are more and more people behind, making it even more difficult to arrange!"

Excitement on the face of quitting smoking: "Hey, I will cry if I talk too much! I really watched the appointment threshold change from 10 questions to 100 questions, and I smoked 7 times in a row, but I missed one. gone."

Lao Bai sighed: "It's okay, you are not the only African. You didn't see that many brothers on the forum have started to update "Queuing Diary". Much better."

"Actually, it's quite a lot," Fang Chang said with a smile. "Which game company can credit so many devices to players for free? There are already 400 helmets, right? Everyone is waiting anxiously. The main reason is that the game is a bit high in completion. It took me so long to encounter a bug, and I’m honestly surprised.”

  Ye Shi laughed and said, "Brother Guang said, I'm working overtime right now, even if you lick me, I can't hear what you're talking about."

  Fang Chang: "Damn! Is your father this kind of person!"

  Old Bai put his right hand on Quit Smoking's shoulder.

"Stop talking nonsense, Brother Quit Smoking, we're going back to the outpost in a while, and there's still a book that hasn't been brushed over there. Fujiteng pointed out the weaving technology two days ago, so many people behind are waiting to change their armor, Devil Moth The demand for the cocoon will definitely go up. It just so happens that the task here has also been completed, and we plan to spend some time to knock down the B1 floor of the greenhouse ruins."

   "Just follow the big team for a while, and get familiar with the operation first. The process of this game is quite simple."

   "When you return to the outpost, we will take you to the next level!"

  Hearing that I have thighs to take with me, Quit Smoking immediately nodded happily, with a smile on his face.

   "Okay, big brother! I must move the bricks well, get the equipment out first, and promise not to delay!"

  Ye Shiyi's face was filled with emotion.

"Your newcomers are really a bit lucky. You caught up with the expansion pack as soon as you came out, and it was a big expansion pack with a new map! Once you get the reward of this expansion pack, you will graduate from Novice Village directly. It's not like ours back then , You have to set up your own stove to burn cement and iron blocks, and fight with bows and arrows and spears."

"Yeah, compared to 'Land Boating', 'Winter is Coming' is a younger brother, who needs equipment and no equipment, food and food, doesn't even have a PV for painting cakes, and has to hold bricks and Ula " Fang Chang also expressed emotion, "This wave of you is simply chosen by heaven, and you will have everything as soon as you come out."

  Smoking Quit touched his nose embarrassedly, and said with a smile.

   "Low-key, hehe... When you say that, I suddenly feel that I'm lucky."

  Ye Shi laughed.

   "Is your heart full of emotion?"

"That is required!"

  At this time, thunder suddenly came from a distance.

  The five friends of the herd of cattle and horses looked towards the north side together, wondering what happened behind the snow curtain.

  However, at this moment, Ye Shi's expression suddenly changed slightly.

  The premonition of crisis welling up in his heart made him shout almost instinctively.

   "Lie down!"

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   (The next chapter will be updated at 11 o'clock! October 2/30!)

  (end of this chapter)