Chapter 494 The airship from Triumph City!

   On the square in front of the castle.

  Standing on the tower of the gate, looking out at the sea of ​​people, it was so dark that even the road leading to the square was blocked.

  Since the promulgation of the "Wartime Regulations", this kind of spontaneous large-scale gathering of residents has not happened for a long time.

  Everyone is afraid of being caught as a young man, or being caught as a spy by the Earl of Cromway appointed by His Majesty the King.

   Now that the war is over, people dare to hang out on the street without incident.

  Looking at the gallows in the center of the square, the people around the square were excitedly whispering to each other, talking about the gossip they heard from other people.

   "Have you heard? Matt Neil was sentenced to hang!"

   "The Baron?"

   "I remember that Hunter's family seemed to have died at his hands."

   "His little daughter is so cute... It's a pity that that villain fell in love with her by chance."

   "Poor Hunter... I heard that his eldest son died outside the city of Plenty. He was so burned that he couldn't even find his body. He also lost an arm during the retreat, but unfortunately he didn't die on the battlefield."

   "The 20,000 team...too miserable."

  "...In the end, it turned out that the enemy avenged him."

   "Bah! Matt Neil... this bastard! I remember him! My wife is just..." A skinny man spat cursingly, but suddenly stopped talking in the middle.

  The people around heard the words, but they all became energetic, looked at him sympathetically and curiously and continued to question.

"Then what?"

   "Tell me."

  The man's face turned red, he was annoyed by the question, and finally suppressed a curse, and drove away the people around him watching the excitement.

   "Talk about your mother!"

  Beside the gallows not far away, under the gaze of pairs of eyes, the belated "protagonists" finally appeared on the stage.

  Five typical nobles were captured by Union soldiers and pushed to the gallows by angry citizens.

  In the face of inescapable death, even the most vicious person can't help turning livid and pale.

  A baron closed his eyes, and the man next to him was so frightened that he peed on his pants. The smell from the legs of his pants made the executioner who pressed him to the execution ground frowned.

  The ugly appearance of the five nobles made the residents in the audience roar excitedly.

  They had never seen these decent people in such a miserable state, and it was more exciting than watching crickets wrestling in the mud.

  It turns out that these well-dressed people are also afraid of death.

   These people are not as noble as they claim to be.

   Faced with death, they will also cry and beg for mercy.

  But even if they beg for mercy, the angry citizens don't intend to let these nasty guys go.

   It was they who sent those young lads to the front line, and sent fat cattle and sheep and young girls to the barracks, just to please those Willant people.

  These nobles did not dare to resist the rule of the Weilante people, but in turn passed all the suffering on to innocent people like them.

Five people…

   Still too few kills!

Because there are no rotten eggs or rotten leaves to use, people can only pick up stones on the ground to vent their hatred in their hearts. In order to prevent these people from dying before being executed, the militiamen standing next to them can only step forward to kill the crowd and these waiting to be slaughtered. prisoners separated.

  The executioner read aloud a series of unspeakable crimes committed by these people during the war, including murder and arson, murder in the street, **** and robbery, etc., and this further ignited the anger in people's hearts.

   "Kill 'em!"

   "Chop off their heads!"

   "Hang them on the streetlights!"

   "Silence! Silence! Listen to me!"

  A man in his thirties and forties, dressed in linen clothes, walked in front of the crowd.

  His name is Taut.

  Before the promulgation of the "Wartime Regulations", he was a paper maker. Now because of his literacy, he was picked out by the soldiers of the Union as a representative of the committee.

   "From the province of the River Valley... friends, tell us to be civilized, even if we deal with wolves and hyenas! We must end their lives in a civilized way!"

  The five nobles were gagged, and they didn't even have a chance to quibble, and their necks were tied with thick hemp ropes by the executioner's gloves.

  Tauter turned to look at the gallows, and swung his right hand vigorously.

   "Execution!"

  Amid the cheers of the people, the plank fell heavily, and the five people had their feet empty, their necks were broken, and their sinful lives ended on the gallows.

   "Long live the Alliance!"

   "Long live the Autonomous Committee!"

   "Good kill!"

  The people in the audience burst into deafening cheers.

  The expressions of several people in the crowd flickered, and they walked away quietly with pale faces. In the mansion not far from the square, Earl Cromway was standing by the window, his hand holding the window eaves trembling.

  Now the alliance only executes the criminals who committed crimes during the occupation period, and does not massacre in the palace.

   But what about after the alliance is gone?

  These mobs with guns are crazy.

  In order to allow the mobilization decree to be implemented smoothly, he killed many people for His Majesty the King...

   What he is most afraid of now is that those people will be liquidated on his head.

   Standing behind Earl Cromway, the gray-haired old butler whispered.

   "Master... I suggest that you should go out of the city to avoid the limelight in the near future."

  His master is a celebrity in front of His Majesty the King.

   But at this juncture, getting too close to that bad old man is not a good thing.

  The attitude of the alliance is unpredictable.

  But they suddenly attacked the nobles in the city and gave the guns to the civilians, which is obviously not a good sign.

  Earl Cromway did not speak, his eyes struggled for a while, and finally he gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

   "I can't leave."

  Looking at the surprised butler, Cromwell paused and continued.

   "Tomorrow... the Heart of Iron will come here tomorrow at the latest. The supreme commander of the alliance, or even the manager, is very likely to be on that airship."

  The king can't count his words. If he wants to survive, he can only please his new master... Otherwise, it will be useless no matter where he escapes.

  The Earl couldn't help but have a trace of sadness on his face.

   It's a pity that there is too little information about the alliance.

   I don’t know what that adult likes...

  …

  After the trial and hanging, Taut asked the young men with guns to drag the body to a random place outside the embankment and bury it.

  If any family members come, they will be thrown directly to them... But at this juncture, even if their family members want to collect the corpses for them, they may have to wait.

  Under the behest of the alliance, the Falcon City's self-government committee established a new militia group.

  Most of these militiamen were young men who had previously served hard labor. They belonged directly to the Autonomous Committee and were mainly responsible for maintaining law and order in the city.

  Looking at the hemp rope dangling gently on the gallows, Tao Te, who had calmed down, suddenly felt a chill down his back...

   It wasn't until then that he realized that the Alliance had stuffed something into his hands.

   Killing these guys really relieved his anger. He hated those guys who bullied them as much as the people.

   But after killing, he became afraid.

   The Alliance can't stay here forever...

   What if they go away?

  Will His Majesty spare him?

  Will those nobles spare him?

   "Straighten your waist." Looking at the slightly pale Tao Te, Lao Bai stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, grinning and said, "You have guns in your hands, what are you afraid of?"

   Tao Te said with a wry smile.

   "This, this is not a question of guns... Those people are nobles conferred by His Majesty the King after all."

   "So? Are they awakened, or do they hold several divisions in their hands?" Lao Bai shrugged, "The alliance has no king, and we have a good life."

  Taute and several other industry representatives around were too frightened to speak out by this outrageous remark, but after thinking about it, it seemed to make sense.

   What are they afraid of with guns...

  Thinking of this, several people gripped the rifles in their hands even tighter, as if what was held in their hands was their lifeblood.

  Old Bai smiled and patted the shoulder of the NPC named Tao Te.

"From today onwards, you will be the chairman of the committee. Remember, even if we leave one day, you can't just hand it over... This is not for us, but for the oppressed people behind you, don't let them down. "

  Tauter nodded nervously.

"I promise!"

  Looking at the middle-aged man, Lao Bai nodded.

   They won't be here for long.

  The Falcon Kingdom is too far away for the alliance, so far away that these people can regard a bearded man who was imagined out of thin air as a manager.

  Man needs to complete his own redemption after all.

   All they can do is drop a seed on the ground.

   As for what will grow...

   Then look at themselves.

  …

  The "Civil Self-Government Committee" was just a small episode after the alliance occupied Falcon City. The Burning Corps did much more than that under the instruction of Chu Guangdi.

  All the equipment that could produce seamless steel pipes and stamped shell casings in the entire capital were destroyed, and any factories or workshops related to the military industry or just a little bit were demolished by blasting.

  As for the craftsmen and engineers trained by the Falcon Kingdom...

   It's not good to kill people.

   After Lao Bai and Chu Guang made a phone call, they decided to arrange a new place for these people—a home near Bicester Town.

   Coincidentally, the spring commander who had just arrived in the William industrial area also inadvertently did something similar.

  William Industrial Park.

  Because the broadcast of surrender had already arrived here, when the spring assembled three centurions to attack, it was discovered that the guards stationed here had disbanded on the spot.

  Not a single security guard was seen in the huge industrial area.

  Inside the Royal First Foundry.

  The workers were sitting on the edge of the factory in a daze. When they saw the soldiers of the alliance coming in, they squatted obediently on the ground.

  Seeing the unfriendly appearance of these people, the factory manager Bowman rushed forward and said with a smile on his face.

   "My lord...we have surrendered."

  Quan Shui glanced at him.

"I know."

  That was all last night.

  When the rotation went offline, he checked the forum and knew that the Falcon Kingdom had surrendered, and a whole 80,000 troops were squatting outside Bicester Town.

  All the building materials sent there before have been used up.

  Looking at the soldiers rushing into the factory to rummage through boxes and cabinets, the smile on Bowman's face gradually turned into anxiety, and he looked at the man in front of him dumbfounded.

   "Then...then what are they doing?"

  Commander Quanshui hadn’t spoken yet, and I, the darkest standing by, spoke for him with a hippie smile.

   "Come here to get the loot, what's the problem?"

  The factory manager had a dumbfounding expression on his face.

   Take the loot and grab those rich noble grandpas!

   Come to this factory and find what...

  At this time, Kakarot, carrying a rifle, came back from the front factory building.

   "Two rifle production lines were found...full capacity to produce 300 rifles a day."

   "Three hundred?!" I looked at him in the darkest surprise, and muttered, "This month we can arm a team of 10,000 people."

   "Almost." Commander Springs nodded, looked at Kakarot and continued to ask, "Where are the bullets and shells?"

Kakarot: "The ammunition production line is also here. It's no problem to produce 200,000 to 300,000 rounds per day, and there are 100mm caliber artillery and shells... It's a pity that they have no resources. If the production line is opened to the maximum, this battle may have to be fought. until next year."

  Commander Quanshui nodded and said with emotion.

   "Good guy, there are a lot of good things in it."

   There is one thing to say, although those Weilante people do not regard these outsiders as human beings, they can still support the Falcon Kingdom, a slave country.

   As far as the industrial equipment in this industrial park is concerned, it is obvious that the locals did not make it themselves, and most of them were transported from the west of the great desert.

  Including steel mills, chemical plants, etc...

  If they are given a few sulfur mines and iron mines, maybe they can hold on for a while longer.

  But unfortunately, there is no if in reality.

  If the resources of the No. 2 oasis are really so rich, they don't need to join the legion, let alone expand abroad.

  Like the kingdom of lions.

  Looking at the rows of industrial equipment and various types of machine tools moved out of the factory by the power players, I suddenly said with regret.

   "It's a pity that it exploded, why don't you move it away."

   I heard from professional life players that although they have obtained some sophisticated production equipment and machine tools from enterprises, there is still a great demand for some heavy industrial equipment.

   This kind of thing can never be too much.

   Kakarot stared blankly at this whimsical guy.

   "Why did you move away?"

  Kevin with a broken leg couldn't help complaining.

   "That's right, where to put it after moving it?"

  I scratched the back of my head the darkest.

   "Isn't there an airship? Such a big airship...it shouldn't be difficult to lift it up?"

  In order to hold those gliders before, the Iron Heart didn't bring much ammunition.

   Now that these gliders are thrown out, they come down with them. The vacated space can always hold some things, right?

   After thinking about it, Quan Shui thought it made sense, and after thinking for a while, he came up with a compromise.

   "Move the ones that can be moved away, and the ones that can't be moved away will be bombed!"

   It is not easy to transport directly back to the alliance, but it can be transported to the next door Honey Badger Kingdom first.

   Renting a piece of land should not be too difficult.

  If the administrator intends to keep Bicester Town in his hands, it is the best choice to supply supplies from the nearby factory of the Honey Badger Kingdom.

   As he spoke, Commander Quanshui walked up to the factory manager and announced his decision.

   "Although your equipment is a little behind and looks a little shabby, it can still be used barely. It's a pity that it just exploded like this."

  Hearing that the head of the corps planned to let these machines go, the factory manager's expression suddenly became happy. However, before he could be happy, the person in front of him immediately spoke.

  “…So we decided not to blow up those that can be moved away, but only those that cannot be moved away. You pick a few knowledgeable engineers for us, let them help us, and save everyone’s time by the way.”

  I have never heard such a brazen request, and it is so natural, the factory manager said with a sad face.

   "Take me away, too."

   Didn't expect this guy to be so good, Quan Shui looked at him in surprise, with a happy smile on his face, and patted him on the shoulder vigorously.

   "Okay, no problem! I'm glad you're willing to turn from the dark to the bright, and we can help you take your family away!"

  Factory Director: "???"

  Don't look at the ignorant factory manager, Quanshui gave me the darkest look, and said in human-linked language.

   "You follow the factory manager to his house, remember to be polite."

  I am the darkest, hehe, tightening the rifle on my back.

"okay!"

  …

   It took longer than expected to clear the cables that were tangled up in the propeller.

  The Heart of Iron stopped for nearly 20 hours 70 kilometers east of Falcon City, and finally arrived at Falcon City before the dusk of the next day.

   "Sorry... Dear Master Manager, I kept you waiting."

  Standing in front of Chu Guang, the acting captain said awkwardly.

  When the manager asked him before, he confidently said that it could be repaired in 12 hours, but the steel cable was more stubborn than he imagined.

  In particular, the airship continued to slide forward for a while under the action of inertia, causing the propeller to rotate in reverse and stir up the steel cables, so that their engineers had to endure several hours of freezing in the cold wind.

   "It's okay, it's just a little late."

  Looking at Falcon City, which was close at hand, Chu Guang, who was in a good mood, narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued speaking with a pleasant face.

   "But remember next time, when I ask you, give me the most confident answer."

  The captain stood up straight with a solemn expression, his right fist stuck to his chest.

"yes!"

   It has only been a few months since the Alliance got the Heart of Steel, and the crew on the airship were even drawn from the army and air force, so it is normal for them to be unskilled in their work.

  Chu Guang has no intention of criticizing these hardworking subordinates.

  But this bad habit of bragging must be changed, and you must not narrow the road like those Weilante people.

   Only by knowing the most real situation can he make a reasonable judgment as possible.

   This is why he chose to go to the front line with his players.

  Maclun, who was standing beside him, had mixed feelings.

   Until now he finally understood the alliance's plan.

  However, the most complicated thing for him was not the alliance's strategic adventure, but that his Iron Heart could still be used like this? !

   Especially the glider siege tactics really opened his eyes.

  Looking at the bridge close at hand, McClen suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart...

   This is undoubtedly his Iron Heart, but he can't remember the original appearance of this airship... It has completely changed into the shape of the Alliance.

  While the bridge of the Iron Heart was overlooking Falcon City, the residents of the city and the princes and nobles were also looking up at the giant floating above the clouds.

  The shadow cast from the sky even covered the entire city in front of the castle.

   Sitting on the throne in the castle court, King Montgomery stared straight at the approaching airship outside the window.

   It seems to have started after the hanging at noon...

  He suddenly discovered that although he was still sitting on the throne, he had lost control of the capital—and even the entire kingdom.

  First of all, those nobles are staying away from him intentionally or unintentionally, and turn to please the alliance.

   Not even just nobles.

  Even the servants in the castle, and even his pet dog in the castle, began to wag their tails at the "new master".

  Thinking of this, the corner of King Montgot's mouth couldn't help but twitched a bit of self-mockery.

   Speaking of which, it seemed to be the same when the Willanters came.

   What a sarcasm...

  At this time, Myrdal slowly walked in from the outside.

   "Your Majesty."

  Mongote looked at him and suddenly sighed softly.

   "At this time, only you remember me as the king."

   Myrdal knelt on the ground on one knee and said respectfully.

   "You will always be my Majesty."

  Mongote nodded in relief.

   "Very good... let's talk, I have something to report today."

  Myrdal stared at the ground for a long time with a complicated expression, and then said slowly.

   "The manager of the alliance will arrive at the castle in two hours. If you meet him outside the castle in person... it may appear more sincere."

  Mongote's face was slightly stiff.

  Although he knew that Myrdal was doing it for his own good, the current situation still made him feel like he had overturned all kinds of emotions.

   There was a long silence.

  Holding the armrests with both hands, he slowly got up from the throne.

  Those trembling movements, it was as if he had aged ten years overnight... From a majestic emperor to a dying old man.

   "I see."

  …

  At the same time that the Heart of Steel entered the capital of Falcon King, in the great desert of the Far West, an airship not inferior in size to the Heart of Steel was slowly advancing.

   Its name is "Judgment", which comes from the distant city of Triumph.

  Compared to the Heart of Steel, its firepower is much inferior. There is neither the 400mm main gun nor the reserved space for installing the front cannon pod.

  However, although the ground support ability is slightly inferior, if it is against the "same type" airship, it will never fall behind.

  The "phase energy rectifier" installed on the belly of the airship can emit the "quark-gluon slurry" wrapped by the gravitational field.

  Although that thing is not very lethal and exists for a short time, it can effectively paralyze deflector shields and anti-gravity devices, such devices with "graviton" and "gravitational field interference" as their core principles.

  Its effect will be more direct than EMP, and it is difficult to defend with simple conventional means such as "Faraday cage".

   It's just a pity that in the wasteland era, this kind of weapon used in the aerospace field has long been "outdated".

   Especially when dealing with aliens and mutants, it is not even as good as black powder.

  On the entire planet, I am afraid that only the Holy Shield system of the Great Rift Valley and the Legion's own airship can make it come in handy.

  In fact, strictly speaking, it only threatens the legion's own airship. After all, the shield of the scale of the Holy Shield system is not at the same level as this shipborne weapon in terms of power.

  City of Triumph rarely sends airships of the "Judger" type to the front line, unless there are special circumstances where the "Phase Cannon" may be used.

   Like now...

  Although it departed a month later than the supplies sent to the front line, this airship arrived a few days earlier than those slow-moving trucks.

   Two people stood in front of the French windows of the bridge.

  The one on the left has a thick beard, and there is a burn scar under the corner of his right eye. His face looks very vicious.

  His name is Joseph, he is the general of the Eastern Legion, and he was sent to replace Griffin as the commander-in-chief of the Luoxia Province.

  The other one's identity is even more extraordinary, he is the Governor of Luoxia Province personally appointed by His Majesty the Marshal—although what he needs to supervise is only an oasis of less than 70,000 square kilometers.

  The two were chatting in an ordinary tone, but what they said was a temptation to each other.

  “…I don’t dislike the Eastern Expansionists, I even sympathize with them, but their stupidity is also a fact, and we are being dragged into a dangerous and useless war.”

   "Then what do you think should be done?" Joseph asked, looking sideways at the Governor-General next to him.

   Cohen continued to speak expressionlessly.

"They should strengthen their control over the vassals, and try to avoid direct conflicts with the companies on the east coast before completely occupying the Luoxia Province. In fact, if they were not greedy and wanted to eat the Pioneer and Vault 0 together, they would It won’t be where it is now.”

   Joseph's eyebrows couldn't help twitching.

   "Then we have to sit back and watch the company get No. 0 shelter?"

   Cohen did not answer this question directly, but gave an ambiguous answer.

   “It depends on what they can find there.”

  He does not believe that there is a master key that can solve all crises. The problem of the wasteland is far from being solved by adding a few more black boxes.

  The Marshal also has the same idea.

  If that Vault 0 was really so important, he wouldn't be here today.

   Joseph was slightly disappointed.

  He still failed to see what His Majesty the Marshal was thinking through this guy.

  Knowing that there would be no result if he continued to ask, he simply said it directly.

   "Then which faction are you?"

   Cohen replied succinctly.

   "I don't belong to any faction. I will always stand on the side of His Majesty the Marshal. His Majesty's position is my position."

  Standing behind the two, Captain Adria was embarrassed to find that he couldn't get in the conversation at all, and could only watch the scenery outside the bridge to pass the time.

  A four-star general and a five-star governor, no matter who they are, their status and support are far from what a three-star captain can match.

   At this time, his adjutant trotted over and whispered something close to his ear.

   "...The Heart of Iron is flying over Falcon City."

   Adria had a surprised expression on his face.

   "McLen still alive?"

  The adjutant said with an ugly face.

   "I don't know... there is a flag that I have never seen before."

   Adria thought for a while, nodded and said.

"give it to me."

   As he spoke, he walked to the side of the two big men and said in a deep voice.

   "My lord, Falcon City is ahead... The Heart of Iron is flying over Falcon City. Judging from the flag it hangs, it should be the people of the Alliance."

   Cohen frowned.

   In order to give himself a little sense of existence, Adria continued respectfully.

   "Do you want to fire?"

   Joseph glanced at him and made a joke.

"have a thought."

   Adria froze for a moment, and looked at him blankly, not understanding what the general meant.

  Looking at the boundless sand sea and the looming silhouette at the end of the sand sea outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Cohen continued to order with a blank expression.

"slow down."

   Whether to fight or not to fight.

   You have to figure out the situation over there first...

  At the same time, in the boundless yellow sand.

  A silver-gray power armor slowly raised its head, and turned its gaze to the glow ahead that was engulfed by the billowing yellow sand.

  His gaze didn't focus on the black cloud like a collapsed building, but looked through the black cloud to the "Sky Fortress" that was moving forward.

  Yun Song's face gradually became solemn.

   "The people from Triumph City are here."

  The bionic soldier who followed slowly nodded.

"ah…"

   A century and a half ago.

   After all, they met again...

  (end of this chapter)