Chapter 401 On the front line!

  【…I think this is our last chance. 】

  【If we can't keep it in the River Valley Province, wait until the airship returns to the port to complete the supply and join the local ground forces, then we will face a crisis that is several times the status quo. 】

  Vault 79, Administrator's Office.

  Besides Chu Guang, there are more than a dozen people standing here.

  A few days ago, when Chu Guang set off from Qingquan City to Ruigu City, he gave the order to move the headquarters to the front line.

  In addition to Vanus and other staff members, all the officers of the First Corps, including Wrench, were also transferred here.

  At this moment, Chu Guang was holding a handwritten battle plan in his hand. After reading the preface, he looked at the general catalog.

  The entire plan has a total of twenty-four pages. It was written by Commander Quanshui, the head of the Storm Corps. The objective evaluation is quite good. Both the macro and the details are planned in detail.

  The plan divides the campaign into three phases, including air warfare, ground warfare, and the final landing battle.

  Including what goals need to be achieved in each stage, how many people need to be invested, how many weapons, what to do if the progress is smooth, and what to do if the progress is not smooth, etc., are described in detail in the combat plan of each stage.

  Of course this plan was not completed in a day.

   Chu Guang noticed a long time ago that the player named Commander Spring has been observing the airship from the moment the Stormtroopers arrived in Ruigu City, or from the moment the 400mm main gun fired.

  Including its observation distance, firepower accuracy, firepower interval time, muzzle turning speed, detection efficiency at different distances, etc.

  These combat parameters are now listed as evidence in this combat plan, and the action plan at each stage in the plan is designed based on the weaknesses reflected in these data.

  But even though the plan has been so detailed, the player named Commander Spring still mentioned at the end of the plan—

  【The strength of the enemy and us is very different, our chance of winning is less than 20%, and it is difficult to use the same method twice, we only have one chance! 】

  【Since victory or defeat depends on one action, there is no need to preserve strength. 】

  【It is recommended to carry out general mobilization! 】

  Flipping the plan to the end, Chu Guang handed it to Vanus who was standing aside.

"What do you think?"

  Vanus took over the plan and flipped through it. It took a little longer than Chu Guang to read it until the end, and after thinking for a moment, he gave an objective evaluation.

   "The writing is good, but I'm still a little humble. In my opinion... there should be a 30% chance of winning."

  As the commander of a clone army, he has never been on an airship, and the detailed combat parameters of the airship are also kept secret.

  He can only analyze the past few public battle reports. The data tested by actual combat should be more than 70% accurate.

  The only advantage of the new alliance is probably only in intelligence.

  After the Bonechewer tribe fled as birds and beasts, the Legion's intelligence network in the southern part of the River Valley Province was blank.

The Buguera Free State in the north may have the eyes of the legion, but it is too far away from here. The trade route between the new alliance and the north has just begun, and because of the rapid growth, a lot of information can be passed through the Buguera Free State. The legion's information is also outdated a few months ago.

   The wrench standing aside frowned and asked.

   "Is it only 30%?"

  Vanus nodded, and said in strict words.

"Well... In my impression, most of the battles that the Heart of Iron participated in were asymmetric warfare, or in our terms, suppression warfare. Considering this situation... they may not have combat experience in electronic warfare, but they may just have no experience experience."

   "With all due respect, this is a big gamble."

   Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.

   "Is it right to bet that the opponent has never seen this style of play?"

  Vanus nodded.

   "Yes, this is a crazy plan. I don't recommend you adopt it. But I have to admire your corps commander, who can study the parameters of the Iron Heart so thoroughly in a month."

  Chu Guang smiled faintly.

  Ability is of course one aspect, but the key is that the information sharing ability based on the "morphological field" technology is too powerful.

Every player or cloud player active on the forum, no matter which professional talent or boss, can put forward their own analysis conclusions based on the information collected in the game, and the players in the game will verify which conclusion is more reliable .

  Although many of the alliance's weapons are at the level of World War II and the Cold War, the information technology may still be above the era of the People's Federation.

   After all, the "morphological field" that cannot be shielded or interfered by existing technology seems to have been researched by the first-generation managers of Vault 404 after entering the wasteland era.

   There is also verification of information.

   Those are the players of the Stormtroopers in exchange for their lives...

   After receiving the proposal from Vanus, Chu Guang stared at it and pondered for about five minutes, then suddenly said.

   "I intend to adopt this proposal."

  Hearing this sentence, Vanus showed a hint of surprise on his face, looked at Chu Guang who had already considered it carefully, and asked seriously.

   "Are you... sure?"

   Chu Guang nodded.

   "Well, I'm sure."

  Vanus couldn't help but continued.

   "I don't want to pour cold water on it, but it will take a huge amount of manpower to implement this plan!"

"Even if there are not 10,000 people on that airship, it is still a team of 10,000 people... If we want to implement this combat plan within a week, the most conservative consideration is that we need to mobilize at least 7,000 people within three days." people."

   "Three days... Is this too late?"

   This is not his only concern.

   Several other staff officers also showed worried expressions on their faces.

   This is not a cowardice, but just out of strategic considerations, it is too hasty to set the time for the decisive battle within a week.

  War is not a game of chess after all, you can win or lose by placing the piece A on the board.

  It takes at least one month to prepare for such a major battle, so as to ensure the coordination among the various troops and the orderly progress of the various plans.

  Their decisive battle with the Bone Chewers was a month and a half of preparation.

  Chu Guang smiled lightly, and replied without hesitation.

   "It's too late, three days is enough, mobilization is not a problem for us!"

  He believes in his players.

   It's not because of the power that the shelter gave him, but because this is not his game alone.

The alliance is not the alliance of a certain person, but belongs to all the people who have shed blood and sweat for this land. When the alliance faces the threat of life and death, whether it is a farmer, a fisherman, or a player in business, everyone will Stand up without hesitation.

   Not just for profit.

   It is to protect "our world".

   It took a week to mobilize.

   One minute is enough.

   "...In addition to mobilization, I plan to send in some mercenaries while sending out the regular army. It is conservatively estimated that the number of people participating in the battle can reach 10,000!"

   After closing the battle plan in his hand, Chu Guang put it on the desk beside him, and looked at the officers standing in the office.

  Looking at those eyes full of fighting spirit, he paused and continued.

   "How long should the trench be dug and where should the machine gun be placed? I am not so professional in these tactical details, but there is a sentence in this plan that I agree with very much."

   "If we don't leave it here, we'll have bigger problems later."

   "It has to stay here."

   "You must also stay!"

   Not to mention a 30% chance of winning.

  Even if there is a 1% chance of winning.

  He will try it too!

  …

  After the battle meeting was over, Chu Guang sent Xiao Qi, who was far away in the refuge, the work arrangement for the next stage with a one-time temporary communication device.

  The information of less than 10mb includes the content updated on the official website today, as well as the details of the general mobilization and the specific plan for recruiting mercenaries.

  The second half of the content is mainly aimed at NPCs. Xiaoqi will translate Chinese into Renlian for him, and accurately convey orders to specific departments and individuals.

  In fact, even without his mobilization, the players stopped their ongoing work one after another and gathered in the direction of Ruigu City for the new expansion.

   On the other side, the real world is daytime.

  Commander Quanshui opened a chat post on the corps exchange section of the forum, and while attaching the battle plan, Aite called the corps leaders of each corps.

  Looking at the IDs of the bosses in the post, Commander Quanshui was somewhat cautious when typing and modifying the wording.

   Or nervous.

   After all, command ability and organizational ability are two concepts.

  The former is about strategy and tactics, while the latter is more about human sophistication.

  He probably got the beta qualification together with [I'm the darkest]. Compared with those T0 and T1 players who got the beta qualification very early and have limited medals on their chests, their qualifications are still a little shallower.

   In realistic terms, it means the head of the regiment commanding the division commander.

   This needs to be changed to another MMORPG. It takes a lot of tongues just to coax these big brothers into obedience.

   Fortunately, the server atmosphere of "Wasteland OL" has always been good.

It is also thanks to the dog planner who is a good person and did not deliberately incite players to confront and compare each other for KPI. Liver or not, you can get a good gaming experience in "Wasteland OL". T0, T1, and T2 players are also mostly friends. Rather than the guild ecology of some MMORPGs-big brother, princess and licking dog.

  The strategy is well written, whether you are a newcomer or a boss, even if you are a cloud player, everyone will give a polite compliment before taking it away.

  Old Bai: "I think the battle plan you wrote is good, you just need to be more confident. (Show your teeth

  Ye Shi: "That's right, what a 20% success rate, I clearly have the advantage! (Funny

  Fang Chang: "Professional things should be done professionally, it's up to you brother. (smirk

  Gust: "+1"

  Commander Quanshui: "Ahem, the bosses are overjoyed... This is actually the first time I have commanded such a large-scale team battle."

  Mole on the run in the canyon: "Hahaha, it doesn't matter, Rommel was still a lieutenant in World War I! After this battle is over, you can be a division commander. (Funny

  Drawing on the edge: "The Death Corps has followed! Just leave the most dangerous place to us!"

  Midnight Kill Chicken: "The Jungle Corps has also followed! (Proud

  WC really has mosquitoes: "The ace pilot applied for the battle! (dog head

  Looking at the replies line by line on the screen, Commander Quanshui was moved, took a deep breath, poked his finger on the screen and typed back.

   "Thank you! Thank you all for your support!"

"The decisive battle will start within a week. I will assign the most suitable tasks for you according to the equipment configuration of each corps and the combat environment you are good at... I hope you can trust me and listen to my command in the team battle. I will betray your trust!"

  Old Bai: "Forget about being polite, we are all good brothers in the alliance, just tell us where we need to go, and leave the rest to us! (Show your teeth

   Edge paddling: "Go!!"

  …

  The next morning.

  The tranquility of the outer city of Jushi City was interrupted by clear and hard-working shouts.

   "New issue! New issue!"

   "The battle situation on the front line is at a stalemate, and the alliance has launched a general mobilization. Now we are recruiting mercenaries to join the war. The rewards are generous and the opportunity is rare!"

  Newsboys walking around the streets shouted while delivering the newspapers in their hands to newsstands, taverns and grocery stores, or stuffing them into the mailboxes at the door of customers.

  At the entrance of the tavern, which has not yet opened, a large group of people gathered around a newly released newspaper, chattering and discussing, it was very lively.

   "The coalition army recruits mercenaries and gives 50 chips or 100 silver coins a day!"

   "Hiss... half a month's wages for me!"

  A man with engine oil on his clothes gasped. Judging from his clothes, he should be a worker from a nearby machinery factory.

  Hearing such a generous reward, many people showed excited expressions on their faces, and the mercenary standing aside couldn't help but said.

   "Do the hillbillies in the northern suburbs have so much money?"

  The colleague next to him heard it, and said.

   "I heard that the Boulder City Bank has borrowed a lot from them, and those chips are stored in the bank, so there is no need to worry about not being able to pay them."

   After all, it is because the borrowed money is not distressed. The remuneration paid by the new alliance is almost twice that paid by Boulder City for the wave.

   Moreover, 100 silver coins a day is only the base price for a single mercenary. If a well-trained mercenary group signs up, the price will probably be higher.

  Hearing what his colleagues said, the mercenary was immediately moved, and immediately looked at the guy sitting at the door of the tavern and asked.

   "How to sign up?"

  The guy yawned and repeated impatiently.

   "Isn't it written in the newspaper, just take the newspaper to the mercenary recruitment point in the south of Shuguang City to report... They will give you clothes and guns."

   "Give me one!"

   Without any hesitation, the mercenary immediately took out his wallet, threw a chip into the guy's hand, picked up a newspaper from the booth, and stuffed it into his pocket.

   There are many people like him.

  On the same day, more than 3,000 mercenaries set off with newspapers, and went out of the city to the direction of the northern suburbs.

  Although the bullet does not have eyes, it is not necessarily more dangerous than the alien species. For these blood-licking mercenaries, it's hard work for anyone. Of course, whoever offers a high price will go there.

   In addition to those ruthless people who dared to fight, the streets and alleys of Boulder City also discussed the situation on the front line.

  All indications are that the stalemate will end soon, and a decisive battle is brewing in Ruigu City, 150 kilometers away...

   While the residents of Boulder City were discussing the news in the newspaper, the newspaper office of "Survivor Daily" was also busy.

  The editors who are busy sorting out materials and typesetting can't wait to bury their heads in the pile of paper.

   Except for one person—

   That person is Hal, the president of the newspaper.

  It is different from the previous few days.

   Sitting by the window, he had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, with a worried expression on his face. There were cigarette butts scattered all over the floor beside the stool, and his eyes lost their light.

  Although the sales of the newspaper are booming, at this moment he is not happy at all.

  Just a few days ago, his elder brother Kaliman came to Boulder City. While visiting him here, he also brought news from Luoxia Province.

   With the support of the Legion, the Falcon Kingdom has provoked an all-out war against the desert kings. The boiling flames of war have reached the No. 9 oasis where the Lion Kingdom is located...

   And this is the news of last month.

  With such a big incident at home, Hal has been anxious these days like an ant on a hot pot. He wanted to send a reporter to Luoxia Province to take a look, but no one took up the drudgery.

  Going into the desert is a risky act, not to mention that there is a war there, and no matter how high the salary is, it will cost you your life.

   Just when he was so worried that he didn't know what to do, the savior suddenly appeared...

   "I'm going to the front line. The alliance should break into the desert. When I get to the No. 9 oasis, I'll take a look at the situation at your home for you."

  Pushing open the door and entering the newspaper office, Fang Chang didn't exchange greetings, looked at Hal who was sitting by the window, and said straight to the point.

  He carried a half-person-high backpack on his back, and a self-defense LD-47 assault rifle hung beside him. He even packed his equipment and luggage.

  Halton froze when he heard these words, and stood up from the stool abruptly until the cigarette **** in his mouth fell on his pants.

  He quickly walked up to Fang Chang and held his hand excitedly.

   "Thank you! Sorry, I don't know what to say other than thank you!"

  Looking at the grateful Hal, Fang Chang joked.

   "You're welcome, but it's hard to be a war correspondent, remember to give me double pay."

   Hal said excitedly.

   "Triple! I'll give you my salary too!"

  Fang Chang coughed lightly.

   "That's not necessary..."

  He also made a joke.

   The bionic parts that have been tossed around for so long have opened up the market in Boulder City for the Alliance. He really doesn't lack that little money.

  Hal was about to say something moved, but at this moment, a surprised voice suddenly came from the side.

   "Wait, what do you mean? You're going to the front?!"

  Fang Chang looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a pair of eyes widened in surprise staring at him under a short emerald green hair.

  Noticing the expression on Dolly's face, Hal coughed lightly and tried to say a few words for Fang Chang.

   "People are eager to know the truth, there must be some warriors to stand up and go where most people don't want to go—"

   "Don't say those hypocritical words, you are just worried about the situation at home, and you dare not go back by yourself, so you want to throw the trouble on others?"

   Dolly stared at him and said sharply.

   "This is called selfishness!"

  The newspaper office is quiet,

  Even the sound of turning the paper was quieted down.

  Feeling the gazes around him, Hal expressed embarrassment, and said in defense.

"I am naturally also a part of 'people'... I admit what you said, I really dare not go back, and I don't have the ability, but I don't agree with you saying that this is a fake public benefit. The residents of Boulder City will have what happened to Luoxia Province Interested in things, they have recently paid more and more attention to what happened outside, and I am also thinking about it from the standpoint of the newspaper."

  Dolly didn't listen to his sophistry, but looked at Fang Chang, her eyes fixed on him.

   "Are you going to the front?"

  Fang Chang nodded.

"Um."

  There was obvious reluctance and worry in those beautiful eyes.

  She lowered her chin, and there was an imperceptible pleading in her voice.

   "Can I not go..."

  Hearing this sentence, Fang Chang smiled, stretched out his hand and rubbed her little head.

   "If I don't go, this is the front line."

  If people from the legion come over, how will they distinguish who is from Dawn City, who is from Boulder City, and who belongs to the alliance.

  They will take everything they can, burn what they can't, and make slaves of the dispossessed...

  Like what they did at Camp Fallen Leaves.

  Feeling the temperature passing through her hair, Dolly's cheeks felt a little hot, but she didn't escape.

   Biting the inside of her lips lightly, she finally didn't try to persuade her any more, but muttered in a very soft voice.

   "I will be paid next month, and I have agreed to treat you to dinner... You must come back safe and sound."

  Fang Chang, who heard this sentence clearly, could not help but bend the corners of his mouth.

  He can be sure that of course nothing will happen to him.

  As long as the alliance continues to exist, no matter how many times he faces death, he will wake up in three days and see the sunrise on the fourth day.

but.

  He wouldn't be able to say those incomprehensible jokes on this special occasion.

  Looking into those eyes, he answered solemnly in a very soft voice.

"I promise."

  …

  Whether it is a combat professional player or a life professional player, regardless of level and occupation, everyone has received the server announcement of the general mobilization and responded to the call for mobilization.

  At the same time, the farm in the north of Dawn City.

   Ma Kabazi jumped off the smoking tractor, looked at the old farmer carrying a **** not far away, and shouted in a non-standard human language.

   "Old man! Please take a look at the crops in the field these few days. I will leave the key of the tractor here."

  He doesn't know the name of that NPC.

  But after planting the land together for so long, everyone has long been familiar with each other. Including many farmers in the vicinity, they still learned tractor driving skills from his tiger brothers.

  Currently, Makabazi's farming level has reached level 6, leaving only level 4 away from the dream manor.

   Money is a trivial matter, and the crops in this field cannot be wasted.

  The old farmer also didn't know his name, but he was no stranger to this strange guy.

  Even though they are noble residents of the refuge, they do this kind of rough work with them, and they never get tired of doing it.

   Not only that, this guy values ​​the crops in the field more than his life.

A myriad beast came here from the Yumu area before, and when others saw the monster, they turned around and ran away, but he rushed up with a loud voice, picked up a hoe, and started to **** with the monster, stunned. Get beaten and run away.

  It's hard to imagine what kind of things could make him leave the crops in the field alone and not come back for several days.

  Looking at the young man, the old man couldn't help shouting.

   "Where are you going?"

   Patted the fallen equipment, Makabazi threw the backpack on his shoulder, and shouted with a smile without looking back.

   "Go to the front!"

   The old man carrying the **** was stunned and asked subconsciously.

   "Then, when will you come back?"

   "If you win, you will return!"

   Without waiting for the old man to answer, Ma Kabazi had already hummed a little tune to the entrance of the farm, and met up with [Uphill Fighting Tigers] who was waiting there.

   Glancing at his sackcloth bag and the clips hanging on his backpack, the tiger with his hands in his pockets laughed and joked.

   "What are you doing with so many things, we fly the plane, will you be back in a while?"

   I heard that the propeller plane could not survive for two seconds in front of that iron lump.

   It's an exaggeration to say you'll be back soon.

   Three days are still required.

  Makabazi chuckled.

   "Someone is flying the plane, let's fly something good this time!"

   Interested by these words, Tiger asked curiously.

   "What good stuff?"

   Makabazi raised his chin and said happily.

   "Tank!"

  The moment he heard these two words, Tiger was taken aback for a moment, but when he came back to his senses, he was shocked.

   "Fuck, have you ever driven that thing?!"

   And wait.

   Since when did the alliance have tanks? !

  Makabazi didn’t explain, and said with a smile: “No! But it’s not important! I heard from the director of Factory No. 81 that it drives like a tractor!”

  Tiger couldn't help spraying.

   "This is so far away, okay?"

  Makabazi patted his good brother on the shoulder.

   "Don't worry, that thing is not as difficult as imagined... Later I will fool a strength-type animal to be the loader. Then you will be in charge of driving, and I will step on the accelerator to death!"

  (end of this chapter)