Chapter 459 I don’t even act in the show given by the head

   Outpost reception room.

  Yi Chuan, who came from the Embassy Street, finally caught Chu Guang who had just come out of the shelter, and straight to the point when they met.

   "McLen is in your hand?"

   Chu Guang stared at him twice, then nodded.

   "Exactly."

  Yi Chuan was slightly taken aback.

  He thought that Chu Guang would shirk or pretend to be ignorant, but he didn't expect to admit it directly.

  Seeing that this guy didn't speak for a long time, although Chu Guang guessed what he probably wanted to say, he still asked politely.

"Any questions?"

   Came back to his senses, Yi Chuan coughed lightly.

"Uh, it's not a big deal. The council asked me to ask you if you can send McClenn to our side for detention. After all, he is an important war criminal. It's still a bit inappropriate for you to send people to dig coal... and it will affect Follow-up ceasefire negotiations."

   "Ceasefire negotiation?" Chu Guang gave him a strange look, "Where are you going now?"

  Knowing that Chu Guang would react in this way, Yi Chuan continued patiently.

   "We have liberated the No. 9 oasis, and captured McClenn... We have enough chips in our hands to allow the Legion to sit down on the negotiating table honestly."

   "About what?"

"Of course it is a retreat. Their supply line has been paralyzed and they have no ability to continue to attack. Our side will not be able to gnaw at their defense line in a short time. Continuing to fight is nothing more than a war of attrition, consuming each other's vital strength... The ceasefire already has a realistic basis. They'll think about it."

  Seeing what Chu Guang was going to say, Yi Chuan said hastily.

   "Don't rush to veto it, why don't you listen to our proposal first."

  Chu Guang nodded, his eyes beckoning him to continue talking.

   Yi Chuan paused for a moment, then continued.

"We plan to exchange the crew of the Pioneer with McLenne and other prisoners of war, as well as the Iron Heart. As for the issue of No. 0 shelter, we can put it on hold for now...Of course, the Iron Heart is now being used by you, and we will not Let you pay for nothing. As compensation, we will leave the Pioneer to you, what do you think?"

  Objectively speaking, this proposal is quite sincere.

  A Pioneer is indeed much more useful to the alliance than a frigate-core modified airship. That thing is a mobile industrial zone. As long as the supply of raw materials is sufficient, it can easily solve the supply of a division.

   Otherwise, the legion would not be so coveted, chasing and intercepting, and even sending the Heart of Steel to chase Luo Hua after a lot of trouble.

  However, there was still a trace of displeasure on Chu Guang's face.

   Is he the type to sell out his allies for profit?

   "Where is Oasis No. 3?"

  Yi Chuan was stunned for a moment, and looked at Chu Guang with a strange expression, as if surprised by his sudden mention of this insignificant place name.

   Seeing that Chu Guang was not joking, Yi Chuan collected himself and said in a serious tone.

   "It's not realistic for the Legion to give up the occupied areas, but we can put pressure on them to force the Legion's own troops to withdraw from the No. 3 oasis... As for the rest, the survivors in Luoxia Province will solve it themselves."

  Although this is a statement of high emotional intelligence, the implication is obvious, that is, to sell the honey badger kingdom.

   There is nothing wrong with doing so.

  The enemy of the enemy is a friend who can be united, but this kind of temporary friendship is based on the need to continue fighting.

  As long as a ceasefire can be achieved and the legion stops continuing to expand eastward, it is just an oasis, and it can be sacrificed from the standpoint of an enterprise.

   Originally, those people were not on this chariot, but they just happened to be squatting in the same trench. To blame, they can only blame themselves for not being able to resist for a week.

  Honestly speaking, Chu Guang didn't want to fight either. The alliance has just started, and it's time for development. Peace is of course more in the interests of the alliance.

   But only if there is real peace.

   It's not that both sides take a breath, then get up and continue fighting.

   "Even if the survivors in the Luoxia province have to solve it themselves, it should be after we liberate the No. 3 oasis and disarm the Falcon Kingdom."

   After hearing this, Yi Chuan was stunned for two seconds, then said with a wry smile.

   "My friend...do you find this realistic?"

   "Why not?" Chu Guang asked back.

   Yi Chuan reminded the sentence.

   "The legion dispatched ten clone regiments to the front line."

  Chu Guang said without hesitation.

   "Of course we'll figure it out."

  Yi Chuan couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

   "What about after it's settled? They'll send another ten clone teams over? How much consumables do they need every two years? Can you kill them all?"

"Because we can't kill them all, we plan to solve this problem once and for all," Chu Guang stared into his eyes seriously, "My friend, didn't we agree to drive out all the wolves together?" go out?"

   "...that is the general goal, we don't expect to achieve it once, it is not realistic at all," Yi Chuan shook his head, and continued earnestly, "Let's accept it as soon as it is good."

  Chu Guang's expression didn't change.

"If you see a good deal, you have to wait until the beating is over, not halfway through. Our people lost a lot of blood, and finally gained a little advantage and grabbed the jackal by the throat. If we don't take this opportunity to kill it My neck is broken and I won't be able to sleep."

   Yi Chuan was silent for a while.

  Maybe there will be no progress even if it continues, he sighed as if giving up, and said in a retreat.

   "Going back to the first question, at least to extradite General McCllen to our side—"

  However, his concessions did not bring about compromises from his allies. Chu Guang was still as reticent as ever, shaking his head and said.

   "Now is not the time to discuss the placement of prisoners of war. Even if we want to discuss it, we have to wait until the battle is over."

  Seeing that this guy didn't give in even a single step, Yi Chuan almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, and said with a blushing face.

   "I can't explain to the council like you!"

  Looking at the expression on his face, Chu Guang knew that he was going to push this honest man into a hurry, so he quickly put on a calm tone.

   "It's not that I want to embarrass you, it's that the entire alliance will not agree to a truce at this time... Well, I promise you that this war will end before the end of the year."

   Yi Chuan gritted his teeth.

   "What if it doesn't end before the end of the year?"

  Chu Guang said in a relaxed tone.

   "If the end of the year is not over, then I will agree to your conditions and sit down with the legion and talk."

  …

  Personal friendship is one thing, and collective interests are another. When negotiating on behalf of the alliance and the enterprise, Chu Guang did not save too much face for Yi Chuan.

  The reason why McLenne was thrown into the coal mine was that he didn't want this guy to have too much contact with the enterprise and leave too many illusions for old friends on the East Coast.

  The council is composed of many people, and the opinions of the majority will inevitably fluctuate with the number of votes.

  The two seemingly contradictory positions of "unswerving support" and "don't want to spend money anymore" are not contradictory when placed on the company. It is more normal to say that this is the norm.

  Chu Guang knows very well that when the attitude should be tough, he must be tough, and he must not be embarrassed just because he eats soft food.

If I make an opening and hand over McCollen to the company, the council on the east coast will soon start arguing about "whether or not to use McCollen to negotiate with the Legion alone", in case something goes wrong Come, it will add more variables to the battle situation.

   At least in this war, he didn't think it was a matter of debate.

  After leaving from Chu Guang, Yi Chuan returned to Embassy Street, worrying about how to write the report to the council.

   It just so happened that Yun You was here at this time, seeing the frowning expression on his face, he couldn't help but speak.

   "Is there a result?"

  Yi Chuan shook his head.

"without."

  Yunyou frowned slightly, and lowered her arms.

   "I'll go talk to him."

  Yi Chuan quickly stopped her.

   "Don't... finally made some progress, take your time, and leave this to me."

  Yunyou stared at him twice, then suddenly said.

   "With all due respect, you are too used to them."

"We spent more than a billion yuan to help them fight this war and help them upgrade their industries. We are the investors! If you don't speak hard, those survivors will only think you are a bully, and even take an inch to ride on your head , as it is now... If you do not do well, I will submit a report to the council and ask them to replace representatives who can represent the interests of the enterprise."

  Yi Chuan didn't know how to refute, so he said with a wry smile.

   "I'll try again...give me some time."

  …

  Unable to stand up to Yi Chuan's soft and hard palate, Chu Guang finally made a concession, and transferred McCollen and his adjutant from the coal mine in Xizhou City and sent them to a separate small room.

   It's not exactly what the board requested.

   According to Yi Chuan, by the end of the month, Ideal City plans to send reporters over to interview General McLennan and other captured officers.

  If the reporters were to know that the alliance was suspected of "abusing prisoners", it would undoubtedly reduce the image that the alliance had built with great difficulty.

  According to Yi Chuan, the residents of Ideal City hope to see the alliance persuade people with reason, and use the "brilliance of civilization" to influence those prisoners of war, making them realize that their actions are wrong and barbaric, and repent from the bottom of their hearts.

  Chu Guang naturally disdains this.

  Since ancient times, it has never been a civilization that can tame wild beasts, but whips, sticks and little boys. If you really want them to realize their mistakes, you should send them to the coal mines and realize the difference between humans and beasts during labor.

   What's more, compared to the way the Willanters treated slaves and other survivors, the way the Alliance treated them was already considered benevolent.

   But considering that the alliance still needs the support of old friends, Chu Guang didn't say much.

  Anyway, the number of prisoners of war in the alliance has almost caught up to 30% of the total population.

   There is no shortage of those one or two in the coal mine.

  …

  Southeast of Oasis No. 3.

  The warlord who had been showing off food in the rear for more than a month, finally took the opportunity to go to the front line, and continued to waste food in another place.

  A convertible Jeep painted in desert colors stopped at the foot of a sand dune.

  Following Officer Colway out of the car, the field guy glanced at the surrounding positions.

   There are criss-cross ditches that connect the mountains into one piece, and the mountains and plains look like they are pierced with gun holes.

  In addition to the trenches reinforced with wood and sandbags, there are also machine gun forts covered with camouflage nets and anti-aircraft artillery positions half buried in the sand.

   More than 100,000 infantry soldiers were scattered on a front tens of kilometers long, turning the entire position into an iron bucket, so strong that not even a fly could fly in.

   After getting out of the car, Kerway looked at the soldiers waiting next to the bunker and ordered.

   "Notify the acting captain of the 7th Hundred and ask him to bring the brothers of the whole team to assemble."

"Yes, sir!"

  The soldier stood at attention and gave a military salute, then trotted to the nearby artillery hole, and quickly trotted back with an officer.

   "The acting captain of the 7th Hundred, Beaufort, reports to you!"

   After a short wait.

  The squads squatting in the trenches also left their combat positions one after another. Under the command of the commander of the ten, they went to the side of the bunker to gather, barely standing in a fairly neat queue.

  To be honest, if I hadn’t seen the brutal appearance of those clone soldiers fighting in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, I couldn’t imagine how strong these people are in combat.

  It is different from the normally developed clone.

  Most of these clone soldiers had dull eyes and slow reactions, and they had some obvious or inconspicuous physical defects on their bodies, or overt injuries from the previous battle.

  The eight times faster growth is their only advantage. It takes only two years to reach the physical fitness of a sixteen-year-old boy, three years to reach the peak of physical strength, and five years to enter the aging period.

   In fact, no clone troopers survive to retirement at all, and those born with physical defects are designed to prevent them from living a long life, thus becoming a burden on society.

   This technology is clearly inhumane in the Age of Prosperity.

  But in the wasteland era where nuclear bombs can be thrown casually, obviously no one would care about those trivial issues.

   "Our thousand-man team is in charge of the G35 defense zone, and you are in charge of the G35-7 section...From today, these people are your subordinates!"

  Standing next to the field guy, Coleway squinted his eyes slightly in satisfaction as he watched over a hundred clone soldiers crushed in front of the trench.

  It's a pity that the supplies didn't keep up.

  If the ammunition was more sufficient, they would not need to retreat at all. Relying on the 100,000 troops would be more than enough to flatten the alliance.

   "Can they understand me?" The warlord couldn't help but complain.

   "Of course, why don't you understand?"

  Korway smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"I know what you're worried about, but don't worry at all. Although they look a little dazed, they are not dazed when fighting. As long as they see blood, they will become mad dogs who are not afraid of death. There is only the last one left... Commanding them is far more worry-free than commanding ordinary soldiers."

   Paused for a moment, he continued.

"Besides, the ten captains here will also assist you in your work. They are all officers of the Falcon Kingdom and have received professional military training. If you encounter any undecided questions, you can consult them more Views."

  Kelway is not worried about the pangolin's combat effectiveness.

  His bravery and loyalty have been tested by practice, but a good soldier may not become a good general. He still needs to go through the baptism of war to prove that he is not inferior to others in the art of command.

   Just in time for this rare opportunity, Kerway planned to train him.

   Knowing the importance of this opportunity, the Zhandi guy took a deep breath and nodded seriously.

"I will remember."

  Thinking that expression was nervous about the upcoming battle, Kerway grinned and patted the shoulder of the man in front of him.

   "Relax, there shouldn't be any fighting in the short term, but if you're not afraid of anything, you're afraid of 10,000... In short, take care of yourself, pay attention to safety, and be careful in everything."

   After leaving this sentence, Kerway got into the jeep next to him and returned in the direction he came from.

  Looking at the billowing dust that disappeared at the end of the dirt road, the expression on the Zhandi guy's face did not change, but he sighed in his heart.

   It would be nice if there was such optimism.

  On the forum yesterday, he revealed his position in charge of the defense line, and the gang of idlers booed one after another to come and give him a big gift.

   Guessing that the attack would be at night, the Zhandi guy planned to go around the ground for a couple of laps first, to familiarize himself with the terrain, so that he could act more like it.

   "Your name... is Beaufort, right?" The warfield guy looked at the former acting captain, and now his identity has changed back to the deputy centurion, as his adjutant.

  The man stood at attention and gave a military salute.

"Yes, sir!"

  The battlefield guy nodded, with a solemn expression on his face, glanced at the soldiers present, and continued.

"From now on, I will be your commander. No matter where you are from, whether you are aristocrats or commoners, now you have only one identity, and that is my soldiers! The only thing you have to do is to strictly discipline and obey my command, Do what I tell you to do, do you understand?"

  The clones shook their heads in a daze, looking not very smart.

  However, their chief's IQ was fairly normal, and they all stood up straight, and opened their throats to answer.

"clear!"

"very good!"

  The field guy nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Beaufort again, "Let the brothers go back to their respective positions, and you take me to the position to have a look."

   Beaufort stood at attention and gave a military salute.

"yes!"

  For the officers trained by the Legion, the discipline is really nothing to say.

   What's more, the officers who came from the entourage are low-status, and it is not because of special circumstances that there is no possibility of promotion. Therefore, no one is provocative because this "pangolin" has just arrived.

  In addition, Beaufort can tell that this airborne centurion is not only powerful, but also a rare awakened person, and has a close relationship with their centurion, so his words are somewhat flattering.

  The warfield guy didn't take his flattery too seriously, he just pretended to affirm his work, and then asked about the status of the supplies.

   Including how many bullets each soldier has, including how many machine guns, how many rifles, how the team is staffed, and so on.

  A hundred-man team is roughly equivalent to a company, and a thousand-man team is roughly equivalent to a regiment. After understanding the firepower configuration at the company level, you can basically infer the firepower of the entire regiment from a small perspective.

  As soon as the new centurion asked about ammunition, Beaufort began to complain.

"...We haven't seen a supply truck delivering ammunition for a long time. The soldiers have less than sixty rounds of ammunition on average, and machine gun ammunition is even more precious. Our entire team was divided into two boxes. How about you and Cole Master Wei said hello and asked him to send more ammunition."

  In Beaufort's view, this is just a matter of saying hello. No matter how scarce the supplies are, there is always a way to give priority to the related households.

  However, what he didn't expect was that the officer in front of him looked upright and rejected him sternly.

   "It's not just us who are in trouble, the whole army is in trouble! How can you bother Lord Kerway because of such a small problem?"

   "But relying on our current ammunition, I am afraid that a battle-"

   Beaufort became anxious when he heard this, and wanted to explain quickly, but he was mercilessly interrupted before he could finish speaking.

   "But what?"

  The Zhandi guy stared at his adjutant intently, secretly amused in his heart, but still had a serious expression on his face, which almost caused him internal injuries.

   "Where's your spirit? What about your loyalty? What about your vow to sacrifice your life for His Majesty the Marshal? You can't fight without bullets? What about your will and backbone!"

  Beaufort's face was covered in capital letters, and he opened his mouth for a long time, unable to hold back a word, and subconsciously glanced at the officer's nose.

This guy…

   Not from Willant, right?

  Why do I feel more bewildered than the Willant people!

   At this moment, a shout came from the direction of the observation post.

   "Unidentified armed forces were found 500 meters ahead! There are about a hundred people!"

   "They're heading for us!"

   At the same time as the sentry shouted, the entire position immediately sounded the alarm bell, and all personnel entered the combat position.

  The Ranger stopped chatting with Beaufort.

  Hearing that someone was coming, he immediately went to the front-line machine gun position, picked up the binoculars and took a look, and at a glance he saw the big debtor at the front.

   This guy is obviously an intelligence department, but he didn't even bring a VM. He was holding a broken gun that he probably picked up from a previous battle and rushed towards his face with someone.

  The battlefield guy holding the binoculars, everyone is dumbfounded.

   Good guy.

  This is acting without acting!

   I almost wrote the seven words "I am here to give away the head" on my face.

   Also looking at the people attacking from the front, Beaufort who stood aside frowned, not taking it lightly because the enemy was full of flaws.

   They don't have much ammo.

  Even if it is this kind of suicide charge, if there are a few more waves, they still can't hold on. Moreover, Lord Kerway has specially instructed that they must not let the other party see that there is a problem with their supply status.

  For a while, he couldn't help but fell into a dilemma.

  Can the machine gun positions fire?

   "It should be the temptation of a small group of enemies!" Beaufort gritted his teeth, and whispered to the officer beside him, "It is recommended to bring them closer before attacking!"

  The ground guy nodded subconsciously, but soon realized that he was on the side of the legion, so without saying a word, he kicked the stunned machine gunner aside.

   "What the **** are you doing in a daze?"

   "Hit me hard!"

   Before the ignorant machine gunner could figure out the situation, the Zhandi guy himself squatted on the machine gun seat, grabbed the handle and opened the safety, and swiped at his good brother who was 300 meters away.

   There were exaggerated screams in the distance, but they were quickly drowned in the din of gunfire.

  Seeing the flames spewing from the machine gun position, the infantry squatting in the trenches also fired one after another, and the hundreds of people who charged towards the position were instantly smashed into a sieve.

  There is a large area of ​​open space on the Gobi Desert, without the cover of armored units and artillery fire, the moment they emerge, they are doomed to die.

  Not to mention awakened ones, managers are not easy to use.

  As the gunpowder smoke cleared, there were no living people in front of the position.

   "Cease fire! Cease fire! They're dead!" Beaufort shouted in despair.

  If it wasn't because this guy was his boss, if it wasn't because he might not be able to beat him, he would have rushed up and kicked this pangolin's ass.

  In fact, the infantrymen in the trenches had already ceased fire when they saw the dead light on the other side, but the officer lying on the machine gun position seemed to be so red-eyed that he didn't realize it at all.

   In just half a minute, this guy can't wait to empty out the ammunition of a ten-man team!

  Until there was a metal hammer sound of "click", the index finger stuck to the trigger finally moved away, and Beaufort's blood pressure dropped along with it.

  Looking at the empty ammunition belt and the red-hot barrel, the Warfield guy clicked his tongue unsatisfactorily, and threw away the faintly hot machine gun grip.

  Seeing that the machine gunner and his adjutant were staring at him with murderous expressions, the field guy was stunned for a moment, and quickly coughed lightly, reminding them that he is the officer.

   "Cough... don't worry about ammunition, the more you lack ammunition, the less you can let the opponent look down upon you!"

  "The commander on the opposite side is probably watching from behind. If we let them know that we are short of ammunition, the next time we come will not be a centurion, but planes, tanks, and thousands of people!"

   "As long as it can eliminate their vitality, this ammunition is worth it!"

   Beaufort nodded in bewilderment.

  Although it feels that there are problems everywhere, it sounds reasonable. After all, they wiped out a centurion, which is a great achievement.

  Looking at the corpses on the ground outside the position, he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed from his nervousness.

  Before seeing those friendly soldiers who had withdrawn from the front line, one or two were on crutches, and they looked terrified. He thought how terrible those people were.

   Now it seems that I think too much...

   “It feels like the Union is nothing more than that.”

   While saying these words, Beaufort suddenly regained his confidence.

  Looking at the pile of corpses in front of him, the Zhandi guy mourned for a second in his heart for his good brothers, and then looked at the officers standing aside.

   "Who will bring someone up to have a look."

"I!"

  The ten captain who was squatting in the trench next door volunteered to raise his hand, his face was full of eager expressions, obviously intending to show it in front of the newly appointed chief.

   Beaufort wanted to raise his hand at first, but he took it back when he saw that someone was preempting it.

  The battlefield guy looked at the young man and nodded.

   "Not bad, very energetic, go and come back soon!"

"Yes, sir!"

  The captain of the ten men chuckled, grabbed the "Eripper" rifle leaning against the edge of the trench, took five clone infantrymen, and left the trench, walking towards the pile of corpses.

  Lack of ammunition on the front line.

  Of course, the enemy's weapons can be recovered a little bit.

  By the way, you can touch it to see if there is any oil or water that can be hidden.

  The young man just stepped forward and was about to reach out to touch the first corpse.

However, I don't know whether it was a switch that was touched, or whether the person lying on the ground was not completely dead. He pulled the grenade, only to hear a loud bang and suddenly exploded on the flat ground. Everyone in the trench lowered their heads subconsciously. Then I looked outside.

"Grass!"

   "It's a booby trap!"

   "Kemis!"

   Beaufort stared at the outside of the trench, shouted with red eyes, but seeing no response, he slammed his fist heavily on the sandbag.

   "Shit! He's dead!"

   There was silence in the trench.

  Looking at the pile of dead people filled with gunpowder smoke, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, many swallowed unconsciously.

   This is the first death that has appeared around them since they were sent to the front line.

  Looking at the commander who was torn apart by the blast, the Zhandi guy also stared blankly for a long time.

   It’s okay to hide booby traps in clothes.

   How is this different from what was agreed yesterday?

   It's a good thing I didn't go up to pretend to be aggressive, otherwise I just went back to my hometown to reunite with my brothers.

   Unexpectedly, he suffered battle damage on the first day he took office, and the Zhandi guy was in a complicated mood, shaking his head dumbfounded.

  The brothers were afraid that being an undercover agent would be too boring, and they always felt that being an undercover officer would not be peaceful.

  He stretched out his hand and patted the deputy commander who was beside him with a pale face and trembling lips, and he coughed lightly and said.

   "...now you are the Ten Commander."

   "Do well and don't let me down."

  (end of this chapter)