Chapter 327 The Mountain of Loot

   The cold bayonet slapped his face twice.

   Wabu, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, knew that he couldn't hide anymore, so he finally opened his eyes helplessly.

   "Don't shoot..."

  He slowly moved his hands to the sides of his head, palms up, indicating that he was unarmed.

  The soldier holding the rifle didn't talk nonsense with him, but just kicked away the rifle next to him, looked at him coldly and said something.

"stand up."

  Wab did so honestly, got up from the ground numbly, held the back of his head with his hands, and followed the soldier towards the new alliance's position.

   A few hours ago, a drone overturned Bagro Centurion's tank, and he was knocked unconscious on the spot as he charged along with the armored formation.

  Brothers around suffered heavy casualties, and those who survived were missing arms and legs, crying and howling.

  He is relatively lucky.

  Perhaps because of his awakening, he only suffered a little skin trauma. When Xiongya led the thousand-man team to attack the high ground, he had already woken up.

   However, Wabu did not immediately get up from the ground.

  Especially watching the brothers in front roll down the mountain one by one, he was worried about being pushed up to fill in the line, so he simply continued to close his eyes and pretend to be dizzy.

   As soon as these two eyes were closed, he fell asleep without paying attention. When he woke up again, the brothers who had been rushing up the mountain just now had already started scrambling to escape down the mountain...

  Being pointed at by the bayonet and holding his head in his hands, Wabu finally set foot on this insurmountable high ground, but as a captive.

   There are many people stationed here.

  The new alliance reinforced the position, some prisoners were sent to dig artillery pits, and some squatted tremblingly in the potholed open space.

  Wabu couldn't help trembling when he saw those people digging.

   Is the new alliance planning to bury them?

  But after he thought about it, it didn't make sense. After all, even if he wanted to bury it, he wouldn't bury it on a high ground, and he had to bury it at the foot of the **** anyway.

  The hilltop to the north is also a campfire, it seems that the large forces of the new alliance have already occupied there.

   Taking a peek behind him, he couldn't help but feel a trace of despair, and began to regret why he listened to those rumors and ran to join some bone-chewing tribe.

  There is neither endless wine nor endless meat, nor are there still charming female prisoners and countless treasures.

In the past six months, all he has seen is rat feces all over the floor, rotten wood floating in the gutter, and unpalatable green wheat, croissants... These things are only slaves and scavengers in the Buguera Free State. Garbage to eat.

  He is here to make a fortune, not to be cannon fodder for others.

  Knowing that the situation here is so bad, he would never come!

   "Go and squat over there."

  Hearing the voice behind him, Wabu, whose thoughts were interrupted, didn't dare to make any resistance, walked over obediently, and squatted beside the other captives.

   Here, he saw many acquaintances.

  A looter who also came from the Buguera Free State looked at him in surprise, whispering.

   "…Wab? Are you still alive?"

   Wabu said in a low voice in embarrassment.

   "I woke up after being blown out... What's the matter with you?"

  The man had a bitter expression on his face.

   "We rushed to the high ground, but suffered heavy losses. The new alliance quickly launched a counterattack, and the mountain was full of people..."

   In ten minutes, he recounted the battlefield. Including the "cannon" flying overhead, and the trenches filled with the smell of barbecue...

   Wabu broke out in a cold sweat.

   At this time, an officer suddenly came over.

  The person who was telling the story immediately shut up, and the others also stopped whispering.

  I saw the officer chatting with the soldiers guarding the captives, and soon a soldier strode up to the captives.

   "We need two captives here. It is a task assigned by the manager himself. If you behave well, your sentence will be reduced. Is there anyone who volunteers to stand up?"

  The captives looked at each other in blank dismay. None of them dared to step forward, but timidly shrank back, fearing that this special task would be to eat hot pot or have their organs removed.

   After all, they can do this kind of thing by themselves.

  Wab was also terrified, but when he heard that his sentence could be reduced, he couldn't help swallowing, and raised his hand tremblingly.

"I…"

  The officer standing next to the soldier looked at him.

"name."

   "Wabu," Wabu replied quickly.

   "A direct descendant of Gold Tooth?"

   "No..." Wabu said nervously, "I... come from the Buguera Free State, and I was a bounty hunter before."

  The officer nodded, without saying anything, drew a few strokes on the notebook, and then waved his hand cleanly.

"follow me."

  …

  Although the fighting was over before noon, the cleaning of the battlefield continued until the sun went down.

   Not all the looters simply raised their hands and surrendered. Some of them hid in the pine forest, or simply lay down under the dead and pretended to be dead.

  Chu Guang handed over the task of cleaning the battlefield to the Second Corps and some rookie regiments below LV5.

  Most of these corps have been established recently, and the number of people has not even reached the upper limit, but there are also some players with potential among them.

   Regardless of whether they are useful now, it is worth cultivating them.

   As for the main army, Chu Guang took them to the northern hills to transform the looters' positions and at the same time take over the supplies they had stored there.

  A total of 30 trucks were seized throughout the battle, including the supplies loaded in these trucks.

These trucks are the standard transport vehicles of the Legion Expeditionary Force. They are mid-mounted high-powered camel machines, and their load and off-road are slightly stronger than the "electric mule" independently developed by the new alliance. The cost of use is also lower, but the relative mobility is relatively poor. , and the noise is touching.

   This kind of truck is suitable for large-scale long-distance transportation, such as cross-province running business. Chu Guang plans to distribute half of it to the merchant union, and keep the rest as a strategic reserve.

  Besides the trucks, what surprised Chu Guang the most was that ten of the twenty-seven Conqueror tanks could still be repaired!

   As for the remaining wreckage that cannot be repaired, except for major accidents such as the explosion of the ammunition rack or the rupture of the oil pipe, the turret or engine can be removed and recycled.

  As for the captured "Eripper" rifles, "Falcon" assault rifles, Pu-9 submachine guns, Iron Fist rocket launchers, shotguns, light and heavy machine guns, 60mm mortars... and other infantry equipment, there are two warehouses full.

   This is enough equipment and supplies to arm half a division, and now they are all filled with the arsenal of the new alliance.

  Although players are reluctant to use these miscellaneous equipment that are difficult to get bullets, it is also excellent to sell them as trade items to the survivor settlements in the eastern provinces.

   After all, not everyone likes the high technology of enterprises.

  Some powerful, durable, and easy-to-maintain equipment is far easier to use than those high-tech weapons that rely on logistics...

  …

  Temporary camp.

  Cave-like warehouse door.

  Looking at the rifles and ammunition boxes piled up into the hills, and the power players who were busy loading the loot into the car, Chu Guang couldn't help but muttered silently while feeling emotional in his heart.

   "Thanks for the gift of nature!"

   More than just a big victory.

   It's a wave of fat!

   "...It seems that they plan to go directly south after capturing Songlinyu, and hit our door in one go. No matter how they count, with their firepower and staffing, these supplies are obviously not prepared for two or three local battles."

  Vanus, who was following behind Chu Guang, also had surprise written on his face. The amount of equipment, ammunition and other supplies here far exceeded his expectations.

   Pile up so many materials on the front line, it can only be said that their plans are not small.

   But just halfway through the words, Vanus raised his eyebrows and frowned.

   "...But it's not so much a surprise, it's better to say that it surprised me."

   "Accident?" Chu Guang looked at him and asked curiously.

"Um."

  Vanus nodded, walked to the door of the warehouse, picked up a rifle with a golden eagle on the **** from the ground, fiddled with it in his hand, and continued.

   "'Falcon' assault rifle...the 210,000th team can't have this thing."

   It's not just the 210,000th team that doesn't.

  Neither did the thousand-man team he led before.

  The Legion will not issue automatic rifles to clones, because that is pure waste. At most, they will issue Pu-9 submachine guns or shotguns to some death squads in urban warfare or positional warfare, but they often do not send them many bullets.

   After all, the three-year batch of clones are just consumables, and their survival time on the battlefield is only 10 minutes, so there is no need to equip extra ammunition at all.

  As for fire suppression, it can be handed over to a dedicated machine gunner.

"...The backbone of the legion is the civilians who have received military training. Before they become grassroots officers, they will join the youth army and go to the forefront of the battlefield. And this kind of rifle with a golden eagle on the **** is the youth army. It is also a standard configuration for them, and it is also a proof of their identity."

  Looking at the rifle in his hand, Vanus put it aside with a slightly nostalgic expression. Although he became an officer as soon as he graduated and had no experience of serving in the youth army, when he won the first medal, he also got a

   "The 210,000th team cannot have this kind of weapon. Their main task on the battlefield is to fill in the line. Fortification and positional warfare are their unique skills."

  Chu Guang said thoughtfully.

   "Perhaps besides the 210,000th team, there are other deserters who defected to the Bonechewer tribe? For example, a certain thousand-man team of the Youth Army?"

  Or bought from that Bugra Free State.

  I heard that in the later period of the war, a large number of legion equipment flowed there. Some of them were sold as trophies by the people of the Great Rift Valley, and some were sold by the Legion's own logistics officer.

   As for doing it yourself, this possibility is very small.

   After all, the bronzing pattern cannot add damage to the bullet.

  Even if it is imitated, there is no need to imitate such redundant details.

   "This possibility is not ruled out, although my intuition tells me that this possibility is very small," Vanus thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered something, "Speaking of... where is their commander?"

  Chu Guang's expression was a little subtle.

"…died."

   "Dead?" Vanus was stunned.

   Chu Guang nodded.

"Well, the left half of his head was blown off, and more than 20 pieces of shrapnel were found on his body... It should be a 37mm high-explosive bomb that fell into the trench. But the bear tooth was caught, and his subordinates, A man named Tumen used to be the commander of the 210,000 team."

   Speaking of this matter, Chu Guang was also quite speechless.

  The centurion and thousand commander captured before couldn’t ask anything important. He originally wanted to catch the highest-level one to ask something, but he didn’t expect to be killed by stray bullets.

  He also wanted to make him a transport captain.

   After all, I gave myself so many spoils...

  After listening to Chu Guang's words, Vanus' face was full of bewilderment.

   Or confused.

  A man who was a deserter once died on a battlefield that didn't belong to him. He thought for a long time but couldn't understand what Dillon was trying to do.

  Chu Guang didn't want to understand why that idiot didn't hide in the bomb hole, but he had more important things to consider now than such trivial issues.

   "... Regardless of where these weapons come from, I would like to hear your advice on the next step."

  Vanus knew what Chu Guang wanted to ask, thought for a moment and answered.

"Although we wiped out the five thousand-man teams of the Ya clan, there are still more than 20,000 predators in Xizhou City. The terrain from the fourth new district to the south of the city is complex, and it is difficult to take advantage of mobility. We directly push the front into the city and fight street battles with the predators. Not a good idea."

   "My suggestion is to advance the artillery positions from Qingshi County to the mountain depression five kilometers north of Songlinyu, where they have prepared artillery fortifications for us."

   "There is no need to send people in for problems that can be solved with shells. This war will end in two weeks at the latest."

   At the end of the day, those guys are just a bunch of looters.

  The reason why they gather together is just to get together to rob and release the instinct of beasts on this wasteland planet where civilization has collapsed.

   Of the more than 30,000 looters stationed in Xizhou City, at least two-thirds "come here for fame."

   What maintains their cohesion is neither belief, nor culture or tradition, not even blood.

   Once you can't continue to win, people will naturally lose their minds.

   Not to mention suffering heavy setbacks on the frontal battlefield, suffering continuous casualties, and seeing no hope of winning at all.

   Belonging to the Land of the Marauders?

   That was just a dream.

  I'm afraid only the Skull Crusher, Gold Tooth, would believe it.

   After listening to Vanus' plan, Chu Guang nodded with satisfaction.

  Because he thought so too.

   "It seems that we want to go together."

   Paused, he continued.

   "However, this is not enough. We not only need to bomb them strategically, but also bomb them spiritually."

   "For example?" Vanus asked with interest.

"In addition to aerial bombs and artillery shells, there are leaflets and radio broadcasts," Chu Guang smiled lightly, "We not only need to bomb those dirty goblins, but also grab their ears and tell them that the Bonechewing Tribe is undefeated." Their record has come to an end in our hands, we defeated their most elite troops on the frontal battlefield, facing us, they have no chance of winning!"

"...But we are the teachers of civilization, and we will not do meaningless massacres. We need people to rebuild the wasteland, and we need people to help take care of the prisoners of war. As long as they come to us with leaflets, or find local guerrillas to surrender, we will Give them a chance to be human again, and this is their last and only chance."

  What is a goblin?

  Vanus froze for a moment, unable to react for a while.

  But the idea of ​​airdropping leaflets and deploying broadcasts in the city made his eyes shine. He, who used to be the commander of the legion, immediately saw the intention of this card.

  Those leaflets can not only damage the morale of the defenders, but also disintegrate their organization, making the looters fall into a dilemma of mutual suspicion in the despair of approaching the city.

  They had to bear the bombardment of the new alliance while cleaning up the broadcasts of the guerrillas deployed in the city, controlling the rumors that flowed one after another, and checking whether there were "surrender certificates" hidden in their pockets.

   It may not even take two weeks.

  They will be able to see those marauders flee and even surrender...

  The more I think about it, the more I feel that this idea is so wonderful, and Vanus couldn't help but admire it.

   "That's a good idea...but most of the looters are illiterate, I'm afraid you have to do something to make them understand what you wrote on the paper."

   Chu Guang smiled and shook his head.

   "There's no need to write superfluous nonsense."

   “A few simple patterns will suffice.”

   There is really no need to use people to solve problems that can be solved with shells, but shells cost money after all.

  Anyway, the war has come to an end, it is better to save a little, and printing leaflets is better than printing money.

  When this war is over, there are still many places that need money...

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   (Nucleic acid was delayed for a while, and the second half was really not finished. I counted half of my pigeons T.T. Four cases appeared here in wuhan, and it was here in Wuchang. I just panicked when my fever subsided...)

  (end of this chapter)