Chapter 503 Flame-shaped coat of arms

   Not far behind the Heart of Steel, a smaller airship followed closely.

  Inside the bridge.

   Staring at the unrecognizable Heart of Steel not far away, General McCollen's face was full of gloom.

  He still remembers the congratulations that the guy in the tin can teased him when he got off the airship.

   He swore.

   The humiliation suffered here must be repaid tenfold!

  Standing not far from him, Captain Adria of the Adjudicator frowned and pondered for a long time, then suddenly spoke abruptly.

   "I still can't figure out how to get that thing off."

  Compared with his Judgment, that guy was armed with artillery and turned into a hedgehog. Even if he faced a hundred thousand troops, the latter would probably just stare blankly.

  Although there was no irony in this sentence, it was so harsh in McLenne's ears that the latter's brows twitched uncontrollably.

   "It was an accident..."

  Seeing that this colleague didn't want to talk too much, Adria shrugged regretfully, and didn't continue to ask.

   While he has one more star on his shoulders than McClendon, he has to consider the background behind this guy.

  Different from Griffin's civilian-born officers, McClenn, like himself, is a noble officer with status. Although the officers who followed the Eastern Expansion Facility had bad luck, he would not lose power because of this, and the experience of fighting on the Eastern Front might become his qualifications instead.

  Political stance is one aspect. In a place like Triumph City, identity stance cannot be ignored. Everyone is from the Air Force system, so there is no need to offend people with a few words of tongue.

   The silence on the bridge lasted briefly.

   At this moment, McClenn suddenly took the initiative to speak.

   "By the way, how did Griffin die."

   "Stroke." Adria replied reflexively, but McLenne glanced at his mouth dismissively.

   "Stop talking nonsense, I've never seen that idiot have any physical problems."

   Adria was silent for a moment and sighed.

   "Don't embarrass me, he is from the Army system. If you are curious, you should ask Joseph. He may know something."

  McLen nodded without speaking, and stared motionlessly at the Iron Heart outside the bridge.

  On the deck in the distance, planes were pushed onto the deck, but surprisingly, those planes had neither propellers nor nozzles for engines.

"A very bold idea," Adria said approvingly, "I heard from the captain of the Falcon Kingdom Guards that they threw this wooden plane on the airship and used the height of the airship to provide gliding power... This kind of aircraft can save the propeller and engine, and two carpenters can produce it."

   "Although it seems that the inability to take off from the ground is a problem, it is quite interesting as a one-time-use prop."

   After he went back, he planned to talk to his acquaintances in the Air Force Equipment Manufacturing Bureau to see if he could get something similar.

   But just a glider is useless.

   This also involves the modification of strategic equipment such as airships. Not only does it need to convince the Air Force Command, but it also needs to find a captain who is willing to cooperate.

  This may be a bit difficult.

   In the final analysis, Triumph City does not think that the indigenous equipment has any reference value, nor does it feel that this is a war with the Alliance, but a contest between Triumph City and Ideal City.

   "Can you raise the height a little?" McClenn, who was staring at the deck intently, suddenly asked.

   Adria nodded and waved her hand casually.

   "Ascent three hundred meters."

  The adjutant standing aside stood upright.

"yes!"

  …

   The Judgment climbed to the height and arrived at the best viewing seats. In the tumbling sand and dust not far away, the long shuttle-shaped aircraft also accelerated to fly above the battlefield and hovered.

  Including Wu Changnian standing on the Heart of Steel.

  Representatives of all parties are watching the alliance's next move.

   And the performance of the league did not disappoint the onlookers.

  Thirty gliders lifted off from the deck of the airship one after another, and with the howling and surging airflow, they all attacked the combat coordinates 20 kilometers away.

   At the same time, under the billowing dust, the 26th commando of the enterprise had already engaged in a fierce firefight with the Blackstone mutant tribe.

  Ten power armor stations are scattered in the front row as the vanguard, followed by bionic soldiers, followed by soldiers wearing exoskeletons.

  A streak of orange-yellow tracers shuttled among the ruins, like shavings flying over a forge.

  The battle situation is extremely anxious!

  Although the enterprise has power armor and powerful Gauss weapons, the mutants have an absolute advantage in numbers and physical strength.

   Unless the skulls were lifted by hot metal projectiles, even if half of their mouths were blown apart, they could still continue to charge forward with chainsaws and dangling jaws.

   "Smash 'em!"

   "Chop it up! Throw it into the frying pan!"

   "Mulululu!"

  After shooting and killing more than a dozen mutants, one of the short mutants rushed close.

  Yun Song resolutely discarded the Gauss rifle as wide as a big sword in his hand, drew out the scimitar tied to the armor on his right leg, and split the oncoming hatchet with a clang.

   This is a gift from a certain general of the Lion Kingdom. It is said that it is made of the "God-given alloy" bestowed by the spirit of the sand sea. In fact, it is the armor steel used for starships.

  The armor steel removed from the starship was no match for the garbage picked up from the wasteland, and the short ax was directly cracked by the shock.

  The mutant staggered back, a trace of surprise was written in his bloodthirsty pupils, obviously he didn't expect this iron bump, which was bigger than a big guy, to be so sensitive.

   But the surprise was only for a moment, and was soon replaced by the desire for flesh and blood.

"Roar-!"

   With a howl, it swung the cracked axe and continued to charge up, but before taking two steps, it was cut off by a white blade from the flowing clouds and flowing water.

  Looking at the flying head, Yun Song shook off the blood on the scimitar, picked up the Gauss rifle on the ground without hesitation, and fired at the roaring mutant while retreating calmly.

  There were more than 200 corpses lying on the ground, but there seemed to be no end to the gray-black mutants who were constantly being used from the ruins.

   "Damn it... There are really only two thousand of these guys?" Su Ming threw away the overheated barrel, and yelled cursingly while inserting a new one.

   "Probably? Who can say this kind of thing well... I can only make an assessment based on their rations and building scale. Maybe they planted mushrooms in the ground." The drone operator said with a tingly scalp.

   Mutants in the Great Desert are completely different from those on the East Coast.

  Whether it is fighting style or life habits.

  If it is on the east coast, they have called in tactical nuclear warheads or airdropped self-propelled heavy fire robots for support.

  The first line of defense composed of power armor has already made direct contact with the mutants.

  Three of the powered armors had already pulled out their half-meter-long combat knives, fighting with the mutants who were holding giant hammers weighing 100 kilograms.

   At this moment, the drone operator suddenly shouted loudly.

   "Most of the enemy units have gathered around the bombardment coordinates! Now is the best time! Captain! How long is the Alliance?"

   A calm answer came from the communication channel.

   "A support request has been sent!"

   Almost at the same time as the voice fell, there was a burst of bang bang bang in the distance.

  The light flickering in the sand haze was like a muffled thunder on a sunny day. With a few whizzing sounds, white smoke fell from directly above the battlefield like raindrops.

  The flames of the explosion soared into the sky, and the spreading fragments and thick smoke exploded between the two crooked buildings, engulfing more than a hundred mutants in an instant.

  One of the buildings was hit by several shells, the twisted steel bars could no longer support it, and the entire building began to collapse downwards.

  Looking at the collapsed tall buildings above, the bloodthirsty pupils were finally imprinted with panic, but it was too late to escape.

  Countless mutants could only subconsciously raise their arms to block the falling gravel and dust, before they were smashed to a pulp by the mountain-like building.

  The collapsed building had a chain reaction, and another building that was hit at the root also began to collapse.

  The two tall buildings that fell sideways formed a huge wall that intersected with each other and broke into several sections, directly dividing the battlefield from the middle.

  The shock waves set off blown the stones and debris on the ground hundreds of meters away, and there were circles of undulating ripples on the surface of the quicksand not far away.

   "Woohoo!"

  Su Ming, who was carrying a Gauss rifle, shook his fist excitedly and cheered happily.

   "Good fight!"

  The sound of artillery in the distance has stopped.

   But the alliance's offensive has not stopped.

  The buzzing in the air was getting closer, and desert-colored crosses appeared above the heads of the 26th Commando.

   "What's that?" Gu Wei raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at the sky, and then pressed the muzzle of the gun down again.

"The glider of the alliance, they took over the job of clearing the mutant's lair," Yun Song replied neatly in the communication channel after he casually made up the mutant who fell on the ground, "Don't just stand there stupidly, I won’t even have a mouthful of hot soup later.”

   Su Ming suddenly said.

   "Hot soup? You mean the ones in the mutant lair?"

  The communication channel was deserted for a while.

   "...I'm just making a metaphor, don't be so sick of me."

  …

  The retreat was cut off by the collapsed building, and the attacking mutants instantly became orphans trapped in the corner.

  The 26th commando immediately turned from defense to offense, and rushed towards the blinded mutants. While the wounds of those mutants had not healed, they used short knives or secondary weapons to make up for them at close range.

   With aliens as opponents, there is no need to keep hands.

   Gunshots continued around the ruins. In just a few minutes, nearly two hundred mutants died under the guns of the 26th commando led by Yun Song.

   "The strength of the company is not weak. I thought their marine troops were a bunch of soft-legged shrimp." Adria had a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

  Although the equipment advantage accounts for more than half, the combat effectiveness of the soldiers themselves should not be underestimated. They chose a strengthening route similar to that of the academy, using a large number of intelligent weapons and bionic prosthetic bodies, but their performance on the battlefield is completely different from the fancy equipment of the academy.

   "After all, they are experts in dealing with mutants." The deputy standing next to Adria gave an ambiguous evaluation.

   "Hehe," McLenne sneered, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "After all, they made the mess. They are not good at who they are good at."

  Compared to enterprises.

  He cares more about the wastelanders who beat him once...

  The loss last time was too fast and too sudden, and he didn't even see carefully how those paratroopers defeated his marines who were armed to the teeth.

  McLen stared intently at the outside of the bridge, staring motionlessly at the gliders attacking the ground.

bring it on…

   Let me see what great abilities you guys have.

  …

  In fact, the Burning Corps did not have any great skills during the landing phase, and the landing posture of the glider can even be described as quite unskilled.

  A plane plunged into the stockade of the mutant tribe like a celestial maiden. The strong wings and aircraft were like shovels, overturning the roofs of countless shacks.

  A glider landed in the pasture, and the belly of the glider knocked over the hot oil pan.

  The mutant priest who had just delivered the baby was terrified, completely unable to figure out where these two-legged animals came from.

  It put the howling cub in the crate beside it, pulled out the butcher knife, howled and rushed to the nearest plane.

   But before it got closer to the plane within five steps, the sound of gunshots and three heavily armed soldiers came out of the cabin and shot its head.

   "Damn! I almost fell into the frying pan!" Ye Shi took a mouthful of **** saliva, reached out and picked up the aviation machine gun that fell on the ground, and threw it to the smoking quitting brother next to him.

  Thanks to the fact that this plane has no fuel tanks!

   Even if it catches fire, don’t worry about it.

   "Hahaha! I'll call Lao Na." While loading the heavy machine gun in his hand, he quit smoking and joked with a smile.

   "Get out!"

  Ye Shi rolled his eyes.

  While speaking, a strong omen of crisis welled up in his mind. He moved the muzzle of the gun almost subconsciously, and pointed the LD-50 carbine in his hand at the metal partition not far away.

   "Tud-chug-!"

  The muzzle of the gun sprayed out flames, and a series of clanging explosions instantly printed dozens of bullet holes on the metal partition.

  A cloud of blood exploded behind the partition that was shot through, and a mutant soldier holding a rifle was immediately smashed into a sieve, and fell to the muddy ground with a cry of pain.

   Knocked the tripod on the tilted metal bucket, and Quit Smoking, who set up the machine gun, immediately pulled the trigger.

  The muzzle of the gun spewed out a hot tongue of flame, instantly pulling out a network of impenetrable firepower in this twisted and winding alley.

   In front of the 12mm heavy machine gun, whether it is the flesh and blood of the mutants or the bunkers made of garbage in front of them, they are as fragile as paper.

   While players don't have the advanced Gauss weapons and chambered rifles of Commando 26, the Alliance's weapons are no less effective against soft targets.

  The difference is only the shape of the wound on the corpse...

   Nearly a hundred players who landed on a glider set off a bloodbath in the stockade of the Blackstone mutant tribe.

   Never expected that the rear would be raided, and the mutants in the village were caught off guard on the spot. In particular, their large forces suffered heavy casualties in the shelling, and it was too late to return for support.

  As the ranch area where the captives were held was occupied by Alliance soldiers, the Iron Heart launched a second round of shelling at the coordinates provided by the player.

  Faced with strangulation from all directions and round after round of barrage, the resistance of the mutants was quickly disintegrated.

   "What about Lao Bai? It's almost over, why haven't I seen anyone else yet?" Seeing that the mutants in the village were almost dead, Ye Shi turned around and shouted.

   "He's parachuting down, it will probably take a while, let's do our work first—" Before the wind fell, there was a loud "boom" not far away.

  I saw a black shadow bumping straight into a row of iron sheds, and the burly volume actually crushed the entire shed more than ten meters wide.

  Several mutants who had just reached puberty fled from the shack in search of weapons, but they were knocked down to the ground by sudden gunshots before they could take two steps.

   Soon, the hearty voice came from the communication channel.

   "What a coincidence, it seems that I arrived just in time."

  Ye Shi was slightly taken aback, then laughed and joked.

   "It's almost, if you float in the sky for a while, this umbrella will be useless."

   Quit smoking: "Ha ha ha!"

  …

  Although the mutants of the Blackstone tribe are far stronger than those guys that players met on 76th Street during the pioneering period, today's alliance is different from the past.

  The fierce battle lasted less than twenty minutes, and there were only sporadic gunshots and exhausted screams from both inside and outside the tribe.

  In the very center of the stockade, in front of a weird altar.

  Looking at the crowd coming down the steps, a mutant priest with a face full of wrinkles walked forward with his hands raised up, with rare panic and fear on his face.

  It is dressed in clothing made of animal skins, and around its neck is a skull with a rope.

   "Wait a minute! Please let me meet your leader, there may be something wrong between us—"

"boom-!"

   A hot pellet penetrated its skull, interrupting the dying plea for mercy.

  Looking at the corpse lying on the steps, Ye Shi spat.

   "Miss a hammer."

  Meet the manager?

  You deserve it too?

  Guangfeng glanced at the young man.

   "You kill this guy, let's find someone to inquire about the clues of those crew members."

  Ye Shi was stunned for a moment, scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and said guiltily.

   "Didn't Lao Bai say that there is no one to keep..."

  He admitted that when he landed just now, he was really a bit overwhelmed when he saw those similar people captured by mutants.

  Old Bai patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile.

   "It's okay, there are a lot of guys who haven't cooled off, just grab one and ask."

   As he spoke, he walked up to the mutant priest and was about to examine the guy's body. However, when his eyes fell on the mutant's clothes, he couldn't help frowning.

  The patterns are woven into upside-down triangles, like upright torches and flickering flames on the torches.

  Old Bai looked up at the altar ahead, and saw the symbol carved on the stone wall, which was exactly the same as the one in his memory.

  torch?

   But here is a big desert, thousands of kilometers across the coast of death.

  How did the logo of the Torch Church appear here?

  Old Bai's frown became even tighter.

   Is it a coincidence?

   However, now is not the time to think about it.

  Using a combat knife to cut off a strip of linen cloth on the priest's clothes, Lao Bai looked up at the altar in front and swung his right fist.

"keep going!"

  The mutants on the periphery have been eliminated.

Not surprisingly.

   There should be a boss battle ahead!

  …

   However, to the regret of the players, there is no legendary super mutant in the altar.

   Not even an elite monster.

   But think about it too.

   If there was such a terrifying thing, General Klass would definitely have used it in the previous expedition, and he would never save this hole card until the end.

   After dealing with several mutants guarding the altar with rifles in hand, everyone successfully entered the hall made of concrete waste.

  Here seems to be a factory before, and there is a backup generator with a nuclear battery in the factory, and it is still working.

  Exploring along the wires, everyone soon found twelve upright cylindrical petri dishes in the side hall of the altar.

  The petri dish was filled with a dark green solution, and white bodies were soaked in it, and the ventilator blocked their faces.

   Bubbles continue to float upward from the bottom of the petri dish, obviously these devices are still working.

   Lao Bai frowned, walked to the console, and was about to try to operate it, but was embarrassed to find that he could not understand the device that even mutants could operate.

  If Fang Chang is here, it might work...

  He looked shyly at his brothers beside him.

"…This is?"

  Ye Shiyi said with a confused face.

   "A human clone synthesis device?"

  Recalling what he saw on 76th Street, Kuang Feng shook his head.

   "It's not like..."

   "That's the treatment cabin."

  An unfamiliar voice came from behind, interrupting the conversation of the players. Although it is a completely different language, there is surprisingly no sense of disobedience when inserting the topic.

   Everyone turned their heads and saw Yun Song, the captain of the 26th commando of the enterprise, unfastened the visor of his helmet, and walked towards the side with a rifle in his hand.

   "Treatment cabin?" Lao Bai asked in puzzled language.

   "Exactly."

  Pausing in front of one of the cultivation tanks, Yun Song looked at the device in front of him with a complicated expression, and continued speaking slowly.

   "They will throw human females who are fertile, have good sex, and are suitable as mothers into the treatment cabin...after being cured, they will be reused."

   "The mutants who can use these devices are usually priests in the tribe, or chiefs... It's the same on the east coast."

   "How did these guys learn these devices?" Lao Bai couldn't help asking.

  “These devices are not very difficult to operate, and sometimes there are simple tutorials in the program, and even automatic AI…”

   Paused, Yun Song continued with a complicated expression,

   "Of course, it is also possible that people taught them."

   It is worth mentioning that although mutants are a completely different species from humans, they are not completely unable to communicate.

  Even they speak Renlian, it's just that most of them are stupid.

   A handful of smart mutants will quickly emerge from a group of **** to become priests or herders of the tribe, who know how to trade what humans like for what they need.

   Such as slaves.

  For example, tools for producing slaves.

   Mutants have no concept of medicine.

  Either there must be a treatment cabin, or a cloning cabin, or there must be a mutant chieftain with superb captive art.

   Otherwise, with their savage midwifery techniques and the harsh environment in this area, no matter how long the individual lives, they will not be able to reproduce at a scale of more than a thousand people.

  Yun Song seriously suspects that it was General Klass of the Legion who taught these mutants the technique of using the treatment cabin.

   After all, those Willanters are fully capable of this.

   has every incentive to do so, too.

   "Let's not talk about this anymore, I am very happy to fight side by side with you..."

   Staring at the burly suit of power armor on Lao Bai's body, Yun Song stretched out his fist and touched him on the shoulder, saying in a little surprise.

   "Is this the previous one? It's incredible...you guys fixed it."

  Old Bai frowned.

   "The interior has been slightly modified, it's not that advanced, but it doesn't affect the use."

   At first, Yin Fang helped him repair it, and then the company's delegation came to Qingquan City, and he bought some accessories from Changge Group.

   Yun Song said in a rather emotional tone.

   "The power armor of the era of prosperity is much better than those produced in those years after the war, but it is a pity that we do not have the ability to fully repair it."

   Pausing for a moment, he looked at Lao Bai seriously and continued to ask.

   "I searched just now, and there is no one we are looking for here. How do you plan to deal with these and those... rescued survivors outside?"

  Old Bai glanced around and said casually.

   "It's probably still the old rule. After they finish their treatment, they will be sent to the refugee home."

  Yun Song asked puzzledly.

"That is?"

   "A place similar to a rescue station."

  Yun Song was slightly taken aback, as if he hadn’t expected that the Alliance would have such a facility, and after a moment of silence, he spoke.

   "But I think it might be better for them to turn off the ventilator. Very few people can come out of this hellish experience."

  At first they also sent rescued survivors to nearby survivor colonies, but then they found that doing so was just adding to the annoyance.

Most survivor colonies will not accept those who have been captured by mutants. Even if they are willing to do the company a favor for the sake of money, at most they will just give them a few bites of food and find a place where they will not get in the way. Fend for itself.

  And most of the rescued people will not thank them, and even hate why they didn't give themselves a good time, or take themselves to the ideal city.

  He also tried to help the "trouble" that was unexpectedly added in those missions at the beginning, but after a few more missions, he found that it was purely to make himself uncomfortable.

  In fact, if you think about it carefully, not all of them were captured, and many of them were produced by cloning devices by mistake.

  It is a kind of kindness to send away those who came into this world by mistake and let them start a new life.

  Old Bai was silent for a while, then shrugged his shoulders.

   "I don't know, maybe you're right, but isn't it up to them to choose? At least we did what we could."

  They didn't leave these rescued people alone.

   Those who were rescued from the predator's dungeon, but in the end they couldn't get out and chose to commit suicide.

   But there are examples of starting a new life anew, and even finding happiness in a new life.

   "Maybe." Yun Song nodded slightly to show respect, looked at Lao Bai and the soldiers of the alliance behind him and said, "I will leave this place to you."

   As he spoke, he turned and walked outside.

   The battle is over.

   The entrances to Pioneer and Shelter 0 are not far from this camp.

  Before welcoming the arrival of the top executives of the company, he needs to take the soldiers to clean up the battlefield carefully, and at the same time eliminate the hidden dangers in the vicinity.

  Watching the NPC named Yunsong leave, Lao Bai suddenly thought of something, and looked at Ye Shi who was standing aside.

   "By the way, let's bring in the rescued NPCs...if those survivors are still alive."

"receive."

  Understanding what the good brother meant, Ye Shi made an OK gesture, turned around and walked out the door.

  Old Bai turned his gaze back to the row of treatment cabins.

  Looking at the survivors floating in the nutrient solution, these culture tanks should not be able to regenerate severed limbs, but they can speed up the healing of injuries on the body.

  This is similar to the training cabins used by players.

  The only difference is that the training cabin used by the player is only valid for the matching gene sequence, and cannot be used by others, or even loaned to other players.

  As for the lower-cost "Hibernation Chamber", it is only used as a save point for players, and it does not have the function of accelerating healing.

  Although players probably won’t use it, it’s still very helpful for NPCs with only one life, so you can recycle it.

   As long as you don't die on the spot in the wasteland, even if you are seriously injured with a broken arm or leg, there are a lot of remedies.

  Old Bai suddenly discovered that there are really many treasures hidden in this big desert.

  Thinking of the legendary No. 0 Vault, his heart became more and more looking forward to it...

  (end of this chapter)