Chapter 382 "Fortify the wall and clear the field"

   Boulder City.

  At the trading station at the east gate, two-headed oxen carrying large and small bags lined up from the city gate to the viaduct directly opposite.

   Weapons with a total value of 50 million chips will be delivered to the northern suburbs of Qingquan City within a week.

   This includes 10,000 drone assault rifles, 10,000 sets of body armor, helmets and other protective equipment, and 3,000 sets of KV-1/2 exoskeletons.

  In addition to light weapons, there are also 80mm mortars, various types of light and heavy machine guns, and so on.

   It is no exaggeration to say that as long as the manpower is sufficient, these equipments alone are enough to arm an entire infantry division!

   Facing the threat from the Legion, the city hall of Boulder City almost opened the door to the arsenal, and sent all the weapons prepared for the wave to the northern suburbs.

   To Chu Guang's surprise, Jushicheng sent over the incendiary bombs and high-explosive warheads used to deal with the waves.

  These warheads are mainly carried by aircraft, launched in a laser-guided or unguided manner, and are usually used to clear the slime mold fruiting bodies in the area.

  Effective on slime mold, it is also effective on humans!

   With a little modification, these warheads can be installed on the rocket vehicle of Goblin Technology, and a large amount of firepower can be poured into the legion's position in a short time.

   As for power, there is no doubt about it.

  Back when he was fighting against the tide, Chu Guang once spent tens of thousands of chips to buy an air strike, and he knew how powerful the physical killing effect of that thing was!

   As for how to board the airship...

  The answer given by Jushi Military Industry is that although they have some good ideas, it will take a little time.

  In the era of the People’s Federation, there were indeed aerospace landing craft, but those things were usually prepared for space stations and large starships. As for the aerospace landing craft in the atmospheric environment...

   It has only been thrown from high orbit to the ground, and I have never heard of landing from the ground to the sky.

   Isn't that an "old antique" like a rocket?

   But Chu Guang is not in a hurry.

   Facing a behemoth like the legion, he didn't expect this war to end in a short time.

  But to his surprise, just when he was having a headache about how to break through the defense of the airship, the goblin technology gave him an unexpected surprise...

  …

  North of Dawn City, shooting range.

What is placed in front of Chu Guang at this moment is an aluminum tank with thick thighs and long arms. The shape of this thing is somewhat similar to the oxygen tank carried by a diver. There are many connecting rings around the tank. It looks like it can be used by multiple people.

  Chu Guang stared at this thing and pondered for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he simply asked.

   "This... can you tell me how to use it?"

   Mosquito smiled and said proudly.

   "Of course! I'm about to introduce to you, the latest masterpiece of our goblin technology! I call it—three-dimensional mobile device!"

  Hearing this word, Chu Guang almost didn't hold back, coughed dryly and said.

   "Can I change my name?"

  The mosquito gave the manager a strange look.

  Although he didn't know what was wrong with the name, he still spent a little bit of brain cells, scratching his head and thinking again.

   "Uh, the sky monkey?"

   "..."

   Sighing as if giving up, Chu Guang continued.

   "Tell me about its function first."

   Didn't see the helplessness in his eyes, Mosquito nodded excitedly.

"okay!"

  The structure of the whole set of equipment is very simple, mainly consisting of a launcher with a built-in winch and a "rocket" carrying a rope.

   This thing works like a recoilless gun.

  The only difference is that the amount of charge and the temperature of the tail flame have been adjusted, and a rope made of devil's silk is pulled behind the rocket.

  The whole set of equipment is for one-time use, and the maximum effective range is 700m.

  The front end of the warhead is equipped with a trigger fuze, which will trigger a secondary explosion after hitting the target, and use the energy-gathering effect to drive the hook lock into the target.

   Then, the winch inside the tank will start to rotate, driven by the motor, to pull the user from the ground to the high-altitude target.

   This thing is like a big hook launcher.

   It's just that because it continues to accelerate like a rocket, the launch distance is far longer than that of ordinary hooks, and because the flying speed of the hooks is not very fast, the influence of the deflector shield will be minimized.

   Talking dry, Mosquito stopped talking and suggested.

   "No matter how much you say, it's better to practice. I'd better demonstrate it to you!"

  Chu Guang thought it made sense, just as he was confused, he nodded.

   "Okay, here?"

   "Of course not, we have to go to the south to find a building that is tall enough, and..."

   Mosquito's eyes glanced around the shooting range, and his eyes locked on the little apprentice he had accepted not long ago.

   "Giggle, come here, I will give you a glorious task!"

  Being targeted by mosquitoes, giggling instinctively felt something was wrong.

   "What do you want to do?"

   "Of course it's the new equipment of the Test Alliance!" Mosquito said with a smile, "This is an opportunity to show yourself in front of the manager, take advantage of it!"

  Hearing this, Giggle suddenly became unhappy.

   "Damn, I won't do it! I just came back to life the day before yesterday! You want to send me down again, so you change—"

   "600 silver coins!"

"make a deal!"

   When he said these two words, he didn't even frown, and ran towards the "three-dimensional mobile device" happily.

   Can't tell at all, he still looked unhappy a few seconds ago.

   Chu Guang, who was standing aside, was dumbfounded.

   Good guy.

   What kind of capitalist is this?

   Glancing at the happy little Mengxin, Chu Guang hesitated for a moment and said.

   "Is it okay for intelligence players?"

   Mosquito laughed, patted his chest and said.

   "Don't worry, Master Manager, I assure you! Goblin technology equipment can be used normally even if it is an intelligence system!"

   Seeing his confident expression, Chu Guang always had an ominous premonition.

   A group of people left the shooting range, came to the northern part of Qingquan City, and found a fairly solid 100-story building.

  Giggle clapped the nylon buckle tied to his body to the large sky-changing monkey, and then carried it to make a squatting pit.

  “…The reason why this posture is used is mainly to allow the tank body to touch the ground and stabilize the launch angle.”

   "Don't explain to me," Chu Guang coughed lightly and said, "Let's start quickly."

"okay!"

  Looking at the building hundreds of meters high, Mosquito held up the binoculars to glance at the roof, and then walked on the sidewalk.

   "The elevation angle is 79°, the target is due south—"

   "Launch!"

   Following his order, the device on his back made a loud bang.

  I saw a slender rocket ejected from the tank, dragging the white air column and rope and shooting into the air.

   Except that the caliber is a little smaller, it is really the same as the RPG launch method!

   Chu Guang looked up dumbfounded, and saw that the rocket hit the roof of the building straight, and exploded a cloud of dust after hitting, driving the claws in the warhead into the wall.

  A rope made of devil's silk is firmly connected between the building and the ground.

it turns out…

  Success! ?

  Chu Guang's eyes were full of surprise, mainly because he didn't expect that this kind of equipment put together by pure brains could really work.

  Holding the binoculars, the mosquito shouted excitedly.

   "Hit confirmed! Ready to land!"

   "Good Master!"

  Although I was a little scared at first, seeing that this equipment is not as hip-stretching as I imagined, a little anticipation gradually appeared on my giggling face.

However-

   The moment he pressed the switch, the accident finally happened.

  The winch exerted force suddenly, and while pulling him to the top of the building, it also pulled him forward.

"ah-!"

   There was a short scream of clucking, and then, like a pendulum hanging in the air, it slammed against the wall together with the launcher on its back.

  Things happened too suddenly.

   There is no time to react at all.

  Looking up at the **** launch tube being dragged to the top of the building, and the shocking trace left on the wall, Chu Guang not only did not have the slightest wave of waves in his heart, but had the feeling that it was indeed so.

  Perhaps in his psychological expectation, he never expected the products of Goblin Technology to be a success.

"Uh... my, my, this thing is still suitable for the launch method of straight up and down, not so suitable for inclined launch. I made a low-level mistake," Mosquito said with an embarrassed expression, "but I assure you, this design There is absolutely no problem with the idea!"

"When our players get close to the iron lump, the rest of the matter will be much easier! Whether it's climbing in from the bomb bay, or using a cutter to cut a hole in its body, you can easily hold it! "

  Looking at the mosquitoes who vowed to draw cakes there, Chu Guang nodded subtly.

"I believe you."

   Believe it or not, apart from this bad idea, he has no other better solution for the time being.

  The road to success is always tortuous, and it seems unrealistic to expect a one-step success.

  However, Chu Guang still hopes that Brother Mosquito can make a dummy next time.

   Goblin tech weapons rarely let him down.

   But this research and development method is too labor-intensive...

  …

  Three days have passed since that majestic airship vented its doomsday-like flames towards the earth.

  The survivors living in the vicinity also spent three days in anxiety.

  The legion collected food everywhere, causing people to complain.

   Fortunately, a group of soldiers wearing exoskeletons ran out to teach the group of beasts a lesson, and the patrols and transport teams they beat fled, which was regarded as a vent for them.

  These soldiers usually operate in groups of four, picking out lone patrols.

  Occasionally, they also come into contact with the locals, but they don’t communicate much, mainly to replenish fresh water and inquire about the movements of the legion.

  These soldiers claim to be members of the enterprise, but they don't speak Renlian very well, and the grammar is quite strange.

  The local survivors didn't think much of it either.

  Maybe that’s how people on the east coast talk, they haven’t been there anyway…

   At dusk.

  The north gate of the Katyn Station welcomed a group of unexpected guests.

  Looking at the group of soldiers in black robes and armed with live ammunition at the door, the mood of village chief Mudeka sank to the bottom of the valley in an instant.

  Yesterday, people from the Legion just came and took away 5 cows and 1,000 kilograms of green wheat from them.

   I didn't expect them to come again today.

   And the number is ten times that of yesterday, more than 200 people came...

  Although he guessed that nothing good would happen, the old man still moved his lead-filled legs and walked forward boldly.

   "My lord... I am the village chief here, we met yesterday."

   There was a fawning smile on his wrinkled face, but the leading officer didn't look at him.

  Glancing at the camp, Kerway narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in an unhurried voice.

   "Yesterday, one of our patrols was attacked nearby."

   Upon hearing this, cold sweat broke out on the old man's forehead.

  He did hear gunshots last night, but it was quite far away, at least three or four kilometers away.

  This kind of thing is not uncommon in the wasteland. Either two groups of wastelanders are fighting each other, or they have bumped into an alien species active in the forest, and he doesn't take it seriously at all.

   "Well, that has nothing to do with us...it must be, it was done by people from the enterprise, I seem to have seen those guys wearing exoskeletons!"

  Those people said that if they encounter danger, they can blame them all. Anyway, they are not bad at this point.

   Of course Mudeka would not be polite, and immediately revealed their identities.

   Not interested in this kind of intelligence, Coleway continued with a blank expression.

   "Whether it has anything to do with you or not, this place has become a war zone."

  "Before we dig out those bedbugs and get rid of them, you need to move with us to the designated place and camp."

   As soon as the voice fell, there was a commotion in the surroundings, and the faces of the survivors standing next to the camp showed expressions of surprise, surprise, and even fear.

   "Migration?" Mudeka stared blankly at the officer in front of him, and asked in a trembling voice, "But, why—"

  Colway interrupted him rudely.

   "There's no why, it's an order."

   "We are protecting you, I hope you will not be ungrateful."

   This is the plan formulated by General McCllen.

  The Legion will build a large camp near Fallen Leaf Ridge on the northwest side of Ruigu City to accommodate survivors within a radius of a hundred miles.

  There is the intersection of mountains, forests and plains, rich in water resources, and the planned camp is expected to accommodate 100,000 people.

  When everything is ready, they will head east all the way, destroying the settlements of survivors along the way, and moving the conquered population and spoils here.

   Controlling the west exit of the southern corridor is tantamount to blocking the throat of the Luoxia province leading to the eastern provinces.

  General McCllen's ambition is not satisfied with being commanded by that General Griffin, catching a fleeing enterprise employee and blocking the reinforcements sent from the east coast is not much credit at all.

  He wants to expand the sphere of influence of the Legion to the east by another 500 kilometers, laying the foundation for the next expedition of the Legion.

  Since there are no vassals worthy of support in this area, it is better to build one yourself.

   It's not hard for them.

  They don't need to worry about how so many people survive. People are like weeds all over the ground. No matter how bad the conditions are, as long as the living standards and moral bottom line are constantly lowered, the fittest will always survive.

  They will support some obedient people to be the leaders of the survivors, and lead those people to farm, pick up garbage, and work.

  And those leaders who were pushed to the front, in order not to be hanged by the slaves, could only do their best to please them who were holding the guns tightly.

  As the masters of these minions, they don't need to do anything, but can collect supplies from them more efficiently.

   It kills two birds with one stone.

   Mudeka's lips trembled, he was too scared to say a word.

   It was the young man beside him who took a step forward and said courageously.

   "We don't need your protection, we've lived here for many years...it's been fine."

   He was not interested in talking nonsense with such a small person at all, and Coleway didn't even look at him, just looked at the time on his watch, and then looked at Mudeka.

   "You have an hour to pack your bags."

   "If you don't take it away, I will burn it for you."

  …

  The next morning.

  Three little players came to the gate of Katyn Station.

  The densely packed tents in the original camp are no longer visible, and now there is only a mess left.

  From the gate of the wooden fence to the center of the camp, there are torn rags and damaged wooden boxes all over the ground.

   Everything that could be taken away was taken away, and everything that could not be taken away was burned.

  In the entire camp, there is no trace of human habitation at all.

   "Damn it... these dogecoins are really ruthless."

  Looking at the tragic scene in front of them, the battlefield atmosphere team couldn't help but click their tongues.

  The [I am the darkest] and [Kakarot] following behind him are the same, with surprised expressions on their faces.

   "Is this the legendary strong wall and clear field?"

   "Good guy... there's really nothing left."

   "But there doesn't seem to be any traces of battle here, and there is no blood."

   I don’t know that this is the case here, and the same is true of a camp they passed by before.

  The battlefield atmosphere group pondered for a while and said.

   "Let's search nearby first."

  The two players nodded.

"receive."

   Keeping the radio silent, the three agreed on the location and time of the gathering, spread out in all directions, and cautiously explored deep into the camp.

At this moment, their attire is no different from the scavengers that can be seen everywhere on the wasteland. They all wear a straw hat and mended rags, which completely hide the exoskeleton underneath and hang on the exoskeleton. on the equipment.

Forests, mountains, and urban areas can easily hide their whereabouts, but most of the survivor settlements are distributed on the plains at the edge of the forest, and there is a high probability that they will be focused on by the observers on the Heart of Steel. The other party is not blind, so he can't even see the exoskeleton walking on the plain.

   Although this set of skins is not good-looking, it can help them avoid the eye in the sky.

  Even if the Legion never cared about accidentally injuring passers-by, it would not be so extravagant that it wasted shells on a few passing scavengers.

  If that's the case, two more airships won't be enough.

   Ignoring the airship floating in the distance, the battlefield atmosphere team picked and searched in the camp, occasionally picking up two pieces of charcoal and throwing them into the sack.

   On the one hand, it looks like it is packed, and on the other hand, it is also suitable for cooking instant noodles.

  The purpose of their visit to this survivor's residence was to inquire about the Legion's news, and to fill up the kettle.

   Unfortunately, neither of these goals could be achieved.

  The field atmosphere team noticed that the only two wells in the camp had been filled with garbage.

  The water source was blocked, and the village was basically abandoned.

   "…no body found."

   Kakarot came back from the side, looked at the warlord and continued, "The legion took everyone here, no matter men, women, old people or children... and their two-headed bull."

  The battlefield atmosphere team nodded, looking pensive.

   "It seems that they are getting anxious..."

  In three days, they have launched more than 12 attacks according to the plan, specifically picking out those patrols that are not strong, and each attack is strictly controlled within three minutes.

  No matter what the outcome of the battle is, retreat immediately when the three minutes are up, never fall into a stalemate, and never give the opponent a chance to call for fire support.

   This style of play is very effective.

  In fact, the vast majority of ten-man teams lasted less than three minutes in front of a four-person team composed of players.

   Ammo consumption?

   That kind of thing doesn’t exist at all. After the LD-47’s bullets are finished, they simply use local materials to pick up the Legion’s weapons.

  The "Blade" assault rifle of the Air Marine Corps is not as well-made as the "Falcon" of the Youth Army, but its firepower is not inferior.

   Maintaining this combat mode of supporting war by fighting, while they were consuming the vitality of the army, the ammunition not only did not decrease, but more and more, and the firepower became more and more sufficient.

  Faced with the continuous harassment of guerrillas, the Legion had to shrink the range of patrols and expand the size of each patrol.

   But what he didn't expect was that the Legion gang was ruthless enough to simply demolish the survivors' residences within the power projection range.

   After all, it was taught by the same military academy. The strategy adopted by the Iron Heart is almost the same as the strategy adopted by the Bonechewer Tribe in Xizhou City.

  I couldn't help asking the darkest.

   "Where will the survivors be taken?"

   Kakarot shook his head.

   "I don't know, but I don't think they should be taken to the airship. It should be a place like a concentration camp, and let those people help with work and go to nearby cities to collect supplies."

   Legion and Predator are still slightly different, at least not so much that they can eat people.

  Hearing Kakarot's guess, I was the darkest.

   "Those survivors are so obedient?"

  Kakarot rolled his eyes: "Businessmen and mercenaries are another matter. Survivors living in the local area always have family members. It is not easy to make them obedient."

  Whether it was using rations or other things as threats, or hiring looters and mercenaries as supervisors, there were more than a dozen methods he could think of.

   Not to mention those "professionals".

   The simplest is just like what they saw, directly demolishing the survivors' homes.

  There is no home to go back to, and I don’t want to sleep in the wilderness and become a **** of a different species, so I can only stay in the camp controlled by the legion.

   There are only a few survivors who can survive in the wild alone.

  Most people have left the stable survivor colony, and the final outcome will not be much more optimistic than losing their freedom.

   "...But this may be an opportunity for us," the battlefield atmosphere team touched its chin, "As long as we find the camp where they housed survivors, we might be able to sneak in and do things."

   Kakarot's eyes lit up.

   "That's a good idea."

   I didn't expect this reckless man to occasionally come up with one or two good-sounding ideas.

  I hesitated the most, and said cautiously.

   "I suggest that we better go back to the base 20 kilometers away and tell Brother Spring about the situation here."

   "And...our supply team should have arrived today, and it's time to go back and meet up."

"That makes sense," the warlord thought for a while and said, "Well... let's split up, you and Kakarot go back first, and help me bring the exoskeleton back by the way. I'll search along their footprints, wait After confirming the location of the camp, go back and join you immediately."

   While the footprints are still there, it shouldn't be difficult to keep up.

   Waiting for a while, for example, if it rains or something, it will not be so easy to handle.

  I am the darkest. Although hesitant, he still nodded.

   "Then be careful."

  The warfield guy grinned and gave his good brothers a reliable look.

   "Don't worry, don't you understand what level I am?"

  I showed a subtle expression the darkest, and Kakarot simply rolled his eyes.

   "Stop bragging, take off your equipment and get out."

  The battlefield guy let out a hey hey.

   "You can't take it off here."

   As he spoke, he glanced at the grove next to him.

   "You wait for me for a while."

  (end of this chapter)