Chapter 381 The Weakness of the Heart of Steel

   Peak.

  Beside a raised mound, Rourou inserted a crooked wooden sign into the ground.

  Write this line above.

   uses the language of this world.

  【He stood up for his partner and wrote a legend about courage with his life】

  【—Teddy】

  In addition to this name, there are signatures of all members of the White Bear Knights below.

   There are many memories about it, but she can't write too many gorgeous rhetoric, let alone sum it up in a few words.

   "I hope that in your next life, you can visit our world..."

   "By the way, if you can choose, try to choose the one with dark circles...they are the most comfortable to live in."

   Stretched out the bear's paw and gently touched the raised mound, muttered a few words in a soft voice, and slowly stood up from the tombstone while propping up his bulky body.

  The wind blows gently, shaking her white hair and the grass on the ground beside her.

  The morning sun in the distance has risen, and sprinkled a sparkling golden color in the forest.

  She wanted to sing a song before leaving, but couldn't remember which one to sing.

   Staring at the epitaph on the wooden sign, he stroked the tail of his chin and pondered for a while, then suddenly found a blind spot.

"etc."

   "If we write our names on it, will others misunderstand that we are also buried below?"

   "Hey, don't tell ghost stories at this time." Rourou, who was still sad just now, couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry.

   "Hmm...it does feel a bit weird." Sesame Paste's expression was also a little subtle, with his index finger resting on his lips, "It's as if... a big flag has been set up."

  Tail suddenly had a hellish expression on his face, lowered his voice and said furtively.

   "Speaking of ghost stories, I don't know if you have heard of that one... One day a girl attended a friend's funeral, and suddenly found that her name was written on the tombstone—"

   "Okay, okay, please stop talking!"

  Fatty covered Tail's mouth, and the latter let out a strange squeaking cry.

  Happy voices dilute a little sadness.

  Looking back at the scribbled tombstone, Sesame Paste squatted down gently, and planted a small flower brought from the mountain beside it.

  Since it is a completely real virtual reality game.

   Presumably after a few years, colorful flowers should bloom all over the hillside.

  As long as the server doesn't file back...

   Standing up from the ground, she looked at her companions with a smile on her face.

   "It's time to go."

  As if always full of energy, the tail that broke free from the fleshy arms shook its fist energetically.

   "Oh! Go!"

  …

  Because of a newspaper, the entire Boulder City was panicked.

   And the instigator of all this, Hal, is at the moment in high spirits—or triumphant.

   "Reprint! Reprint 20,000 more copies of yesterday's issue! Now our readers are not just idlers in taverns, unemployed wandering in the streets, but also well-dressed citizens and nobles living in the inner city!"

  He was sitting by the window sill of the newspaper office, holding a bottle of champagne in his hand. He was slightly drunk early in the morning, and gave orders to the editors in the editorial department with the smell of alcohol all over his body.

   Yes, a bottle.

   And it’s still a big bottle.

   But it's all worth it.

  Just the day before yesterday, the publication volume of "Survivor Daily" was still hovering around 6,000, but as soon as yesterday's headlines came out, the newspapers on the market were instantly bought out.

   Not only that, the subscriptions have doubled, and now the whole city is listening to what he has to say.

   As for House?

  It's just a defeated dog who only knows how to play yin and yang on the radio, he doesn't pay attention to it at all!

  Averting his eyes from the employees, Hal looked at Fang Chang standing in the editorial department, with a bright smile on his face.

   "My dear friend, those two photos you brought are perfect! Why don't you just come to our newspaper as a reporter! Judging from my many years of experience in the industry, you are simply a genius!"

  Have worked in the industry for many years...

  Fang Chang remembered that a month ago, this guy was a polite member of the royal family.

  In just a few weeks, he was corrupted into this informal, talkative look.

  For a moment, he didn't know whether it was the newspaper office or the city that smelled like copper.

   Coughed lightly, Fang Chang said.

   "You might as well thank our manager...I can only be regarded as a tool person for handling at best."

   "Haha, of course that one should also be thanked—please allow me to offer the highest respect to the manager, second only to the Spirit of Sand Sea!"

   While saying this, Hal blew on the bottle again.

  Fang Chang felt that he didn't respect him from the bottom of his heart, but just found an excuse for drinking.

but…

   I don’t seem to be teasing his position.

   It's like there are always people talking about Thunder Bluff, but there are not many players who really like Tauren.

   He was the first person in this game to call it "Dear Manager". Up to now, this has become a habit of the players to increase the sense of substitution.

   As for respect?

  Maybe I do have a little admiration. After all, if I want to find such an upright, selfless, and dedicated person in reality, I am afraid I can only look in the history books and look for it in the list of teachers.

  But if you want to talk about respect from the heart, it seems that you really can't talk about a character in the game.

   "Salute to the manager!"

   Fang Chang said briefly, touched the wine glass in his hand and his wine bottle with a smile, took a sip, and put it aside.

   "Is it really okay for you to drink early in the morning?" Dolly, who folded her arms, complained in a low voice.

  Everyone in the editorial department is hard at work.

  Fang Chang didn’t mind, he wasn’t originally from the newspaper office, but only occasionally came to “do missions”.

   But this Hal...

   You are also the president after all, right?

"It's okay! Even if I'm drunk, I can write exquisite words and sentences in 12 sorts... hiccup." Hal hiccupped, found a chair and sat down unsteadily, "I've made up my mind, This war will be an opportunity! In the future, the "Daily Survivor" will not only be a newspaper in Boulder City, but will become the best-selling newspaper in the entire River Valley Province, and even in the entire wasteland!"

   Fang Chang made a joke.

   "Isn't it right to become bigger and stronger and create greater glories?"

  Hal's glasses lit up, and he snapped his fingers with his right hand.

"That's what I mean!"

   "I'm afraid it's a bit difficult. There is not even a unified currency in this wasteland."

  Hal smiled and said: "Haha, these problems will always be solved by someone, I believe it will be."

   Seeing his nonsense, Fang Chang smiled and shook his head, planning to leave here with Dolly.

   At this moment, Hal suddenly spoke.

   "Actually, I don't understand."

   "Don't understand something."

  Looking at Fang Chang who stopped, Hal continued.

   "That Shuyu told me... this is very important for us to defeat the legion."

   "He's right, what's the problem?"

"The problem is not small. Why does the respected manager think that a newspaper can solve the problem? Here, what ordinary survivors say is actually not important at all. They can hardly even eat." Hal expressed doubts .

  Here is actually very similar to his hometown.

  In the kingdom of Luoxia Province, all rights belong to the supreme king.

   And all the rights here belong to the city lord who never shows up in public.

   What if the Legion's airship frightens the people in this city?

   Even though everyone was trembling in front of the 400mm main gun, the city lord didn't say a word, did he?

   "Yes." Fang Chang did not deny it.

   Hal asked curiously.

   "Then what is the significance of propagating to them? Of course, this is just my personal curiosity... Anyway, they like to watch the fun, even if there is no instruction from the manager, I will continue to do follow-up reports."

   “The meaning is mobilization.”

   "Mobilization?"

"Yes, let's fight another life-and-death war, and it's not just about our life and death. Although we can't influence the decision-making of the city lord, we can let those who want to live, while it's not too late, Do something."

"Whether they are the stevedores at the trading post, the workers on the assembly line, the mercenaries who are paid for their lives, or the factory owners, bankers or whatever... Of course Boulder City has its masters, but it is still composed of these people. "

  Looking at the drunk newspaper president, Fang Chang paused for a moment, then continued.

  "This city is like a rusty machine, we need to make it move, a little bit of movement is a little bit, a little bit of awakening is a little bit..."

   "And this is the meaning of mobilization."

  Hal thought for a while, a pensive expression appeared on his drunken face.

"I see…"

   "I seem to understand what you plan to do."

   Come out from the newspaper office.

  Fang Chang noticed Dolly who was walking aside, looking at him curiously.

"What's wrong?"

   "How do you know so many things."

  When she said this, her tone couldn't tell whether it was surprise or admiration, or maybe a little bit of both.

   "Maybe it's because I'm from an asylum?" Fang Chang said in a half-joking tone.

   "Refuge..." With her arms wrapped around the back of her head, Dolly looked at the sky and wondered what she was thinking.

  At this time, she suddenly seemed to think of something, looked at him and asked.

   "Then you know so much, don't you think we outside the shelter are stupid?"

  Fang Chang froze for a moment, then said with a broken smile.

"How can it be."

   Rather, he admires these wastelanders, who can live tenaciously and optimistically until 200 years after the decline of civilization.

  It’s okay to walk around wearing a filter, if you really live in this world...

  He thinks he will probably go crazy.

   It's not that the psychological endurance is not enough, but that you have a clear understanding of your own abilities.

   There is no need for war, apocalypse, or wasteland anymore. If he has money and can't buy things, his SAN value will probably go crazy.

   Dolly stared into his eyes for a while, and suddenly the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

   "Oh, that's good."

   With her emerald green hair flicking slightly, she dropped a sentence of unknown meaning, and she walked briskly ahead.

   "?"

  Looking at the girl who was suddenly in a good mood, Fang Chang couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

   Are you so happy to be praised for being smart?

   This is too easy to coax.

  …

  Dawn City, Army Command.

  On the wooden command table, lay a front-line battle report that Xiao Qi helped sort out.

  Because a stable communication network has not yet been built, Chu Guang can only understand the dynamics of the frontline through the official website forum.

  The "communication network" established based on the morphological field runs completely in another irrelevant parallel world, and the smooth connection can be guaranteed under any circumstances.

"...Forcibly marched for more than 30 hours in a row, broke into pieces and infiltrated into the defense zone, and made five consecutive raids across 15 kilometers. The number of annihilated is close to a full-staffed centurion...Are you sure this is a team with only 20 people? Troops?"

  The most important thing is that only a few people suffered non-fatal injuries, and no one was killed!

  Vanus's face was full of surprise.

   To be honest, he doesn't really believe it.

  Adding water to the battle report can be said to be the basic practice of the frontline troops, and he has a deep understanding of this.

   However, this is also excusable.

  After all, the battle situation is changing rapidly. Three minutes after being down on the ground, no one takes it away to count as a kill, and someone takes it away to count as an injury. It is impossible for someone to hold a telescope and pinch a watch to count how many seconds an enemy unit has been down.

As an excellent commander, the first quality you need to possess is to identify the authenticity of the information sent by the front line, and judge the general situation of the battle based on the vague information, command the "maybe still alive" people, and execute the "maybe it can be completed" The command.

  If his subordinates sent such battle reports, or said such things to him on the radio, his first reaction must be that the guy is farting.

However-

   This battle report, after all, was brought by the manager himself.

  This lord is not the kind of layman who knows nothing about war. I heard that earlier, he not only carried a nitrogen-powered hammer to kill the enemy, but also took the lead in blowing the charge whistle.

   Later, the alliance had more and more talents, and after leaving behind a bunch of miraculous legends, he gradually moved from the front line to the backstage.

  If you ask Vanus to comment, if this gentleman was born in the Legion, he would be at least at the level of General Klaas and Griffin.

  As for why it is not a higher-level legion commander and supreme marshal, it is only because ordinary people can only achieve the position of general with their ability.

   It wasn't just Vanus who was surprised.

  Including a group of officers in the headquarters, after seeing the beautiful and outrageous battle report, all of them had expressions of disbelief on their faces.

   "...To be precise, there are only more than 20 people who have arrived so far. There are still more than 100 people and logistics supplies on the way. They are expected to arrive within three days."

   Speaking of this, Chu Guang couldn't help but have a trace of emotion on his face.

   "Don't say you can't believe it. I was also surprised when I first got this battle report... But I can be sure that its authenticity is beyond doubt."

  Players who exchange battle status on the forum will "verify" each other, and the battle report compiled by Xiao Qi for him is already the result of the final verification.

   is also the result closest to the truth.

  Seeing that the managers said so, the officers no longer questioned the battle report sent from the front line.

   Turned to discuss coping strategies.

   "...According to front-line news, the Heart of Steel is suspected to have an engine failure, and obvious suspension brackets can be seen on the outside of the hull, as well as construction workers who are being repaired."

   "At the same time, they also increased the scale of ground deployment, sending about a thousand troops. It seems that they plan to use Ruigu City as a long-term base."

"However, their methods are not very clever. They are still the same old way of threatening by force. They send soldiers to blackmail nearby survivor settlements, asking them to contribute food, livestock and labor to the airship, and at the same time use dinars to buy those mercenaries and looters as rewards. The non-staff troops...the local survivors also complained about it."

  Looking at the map hanging on the shelf, Chu Guang continued.

   "I have communicated with the commander on the front line, and he basically agrees with me."

  "In the first stage of the campaign, we must unite the local survivors strategically, and consume the other party's vital forces tactically through guerrilla warfare."

   "As long as we can reduce the opponent's personnel by more than 20% in the first stage, it is possible to force them to withdraw from this area... Or, adopt a more aggressive strategy!"

   Speaking of this, Chu Guang paused, and looked around at the officers present in the command room.

"If it is the latter case, the battlefield will probably not be limited to one hundred and fifty kilometers away. We need to prepare for the worst. At the same time, before the final battle, we must find the airship that can take the An effective way to shoot down!"

  Chu Guang suddenly looked at Vanus who was thinking.

   "Are you familiar with that Captain McCollen?"

  Vanus froze for a moment, then gave a wry smile.

   "I'm just a commander...and, the commander of the clone troop."

   "If you can sit in the captain's position before the age of 40, that person has a bright future in the legion... There is no need to pay attention to a small person like me."

  Legion is famous for its large number of clone armies in the wasteland, but the status of the officers commanding the cannon fodder troops can only be described as mediocre.

  Especially aerial fortresses like the "Heart of Iron" belong to a completely different system from the Army.

  Even if they met face to face, that McClenn probably wouldn't even look at him more.

  Chu Guang nodded, but didn't say much.

   "Well, it seems that the option of negotiation can be given up."

  Although he never had this fantasy.

   "The key is the troublesome deflector shield," the commander of the First Corps wrench, frowning and said, "If we get a bomb with a very low velocity and throw it on them..."

  Vanus shook his head.

   "It's really as simple as you said, let alone flying here from the west coast, they can't even fly out of the door."

  "The anti-aircraft machine guns all over the fuselage are enough to intercept any low-speed approaching targets, not to mention the armor-piercing effect of explosives in open areas...I'm afraid it will also deal with its engines."

   Those long rows of propellers connected in parallel are not very technical things, and it is not difficult to break a few.

  However, even if that thing is wiped out, it is at most equivalent to a bicycle tire blowing out, or a tank breaking its track, without causing substantial damage at all.

   "Does this guy have no weaknesses?" Wrench couldn't help asking.

  Vanus was silent for a while and said.

   "Weaknesses, of course there are."

  Chu Guang asked immediately.

"Where?"

   "belly."

  Vanus pointed to the photo directly below the airship.

"...This is the bomb bay. Compared with other parts, the firepower density in this area is the smallest. I have heard people say that some survivors used dense balloon arrays to cause them a lot of trouble. Although the result In the end, the survivor settlement was razed."

  The headquarters fell into silence.

  A staff officer said after pondering for a moment.

   "The weak point is in the belly... If we get the anti-aircraft guns directly below them and fire, will we be able to do effective damage to that airship?"

  Vanus shook his head.

   "Then I don't know, but I think their ground troops and the observers on the airship should not be blind."

  The officer of the First Corps clenched his fists.

"Let's find a way to get a vertically launched landing craft! Let's ambush them first, and then poke them up like a bird's nest! We have the strongest light infantry, as long as we rush into that fortress, we'll beat that thing up in minutes Get down!"

  Vanus sighed and did not speak.

  He didn't need to refute this time, even the wrench standing beside him couldn't help complaining.

   "What if they drop bombs?"

   "Exactly! Also, what is the landing craft launched into the sky? I have never heard of it!"

  Looking at the officers who were chattering and discussing, Chu Guang also fell into deep thought.

   Right at this moment, a phone call came to him suddenly.

   "I'll take a call."

   After leaving these words, Chu Guang turned around and walked outside the door, temporarily leaving the discussion time to the officers in the headquarters.

  The call was from Luca.

  As soon as the upper body appeared on the VM's screen, he couldn't wait to speak.

   "My lord, the city hall of Boulder City summoned the person in charge of our dispatched office this morning!"

   "That Dulong?"

"Yes!"

   "What did he say?"

   Facing the manager's inquiry, Luca said intriguingly.

"He said a lot...for example, asked if we needed help. And he also mentioned that because we helped them share part of the wave at the beginning of the year, they had a lot of arms stocks for the wave...If we are interested, they Willing to sell it to us at 50% off."

  Although this is undoubtedly a good thing, because the conditions offered by the other party are so generous that he can't make up his mind whether there is any big hole hidden in it.

  So, after receiving the news, he immediately called Chu Guang.

  Chu Guang was also stunned after listening, and asked subconsciously.

   "Is it 50% off the market price, or 50% off the cost price?"

   "50% off the purchase cost... And that Dulong also said that if we don't have enough money, he can lend us another loan for the purchase of arms."

   What the hell?

   Is there such a good thing?

  Chu Guang's face was full of surprise.

   Although it was his idea to pull Boulder City into the alliance chariot, this speed...isn't it too fast?

   It seems that the 400mm main gun brought a lot of shock to the "civilized people" living in the huge wall, and they didn't even care about making money.

   Without the slightest hesitation, Chu Guang said immediately.

   "Let them send it over quickly! I want as much as I have, the sooner the better!"

   "In addition, remember to tell them that the weapons to deal with the wave are not enough. We can make rifles and artillery ourselves. What we need are weapons that can really cause damage to that airship!"

   At this time, Chu Guang suddenly remembered what the officers discussed just now, and added a sentence at the back without any politeness.

   "Especially high-altitude landing equipment!"

   "It would be even better if we could help our people board that airship!"

  (end of this chapter)