The wasteland in the northwest of Qingquan City.
Snow-covered pine and elm trees emerge from the dilapidated country villas, withered sea buckthorn swaying under the toppled buildings. The only road has been buried by time, and the sky is covered with snow wherever you look up.
This is the junction of Qingquan City and Tianshui City, and it is also the borderland of the urban agglomeration in the southern part of the River Valley Province.
Although geographically, this primitive urban area is closer to Tianshui City, in terms of administrative divisions it belongs to Qingquan City, which has a larger population and denser industries.
It has an original and original name, namely Yumu District.
There used to be a large number of elms and cypresses planted here, but now only the evergreen trees survive.
In that distant utopian era, this area was once a famous summer resort. Because it faces Linghu Lake in the south, low mountains and gentle hills in the west, and the occasional breeze and sunset in the forest always make this place full of poetry, those who are tired of urban life
Residents of the two cities often come here to live in seclusion for a few days.
Since there are no high-rise buildings here, every household has a lawn the size of a basketball court. Some people will plant some primitive crops in their backyards. As a result, the survivors in this area were self-sufficient for a period of time in the early days of the Wasteland Era, forming a
Agricultural communities based on family units.
Of course, this place is now deserted.
The wild growth of green plants has replaced the traces of civilization. In just a few decades, the greening rate of this pastoral small village has soared from 60% to 100%. Now it is impossible to distinguish the edges of forests and ruins.
Facts have proven that once human beings adapt to industrialization, it will be difficult to stay away from industry for too long.
Even though many people claim to be tired of the hustle and bustle of the city, 99% of people will not be able to stand it if we return to the agricultural age.
And those original crops grown as hobbies, let alone feeding the refugees who poured here, were not enough for the locals to eat themselves. As the harsh winter came, those large and small agricultural communities soon disappeared under the snow.
In the middle of the curtain.
Due to the lack of garbage that can be recycled and the dangerous alien species wandering around, few survivors visit here. Only some traders who are not afraid of death choose to settle here.
However, now, this abandoned city that no one cares about is unusually lively.
A group of uninvited guests came from the north and stepped into this place in great force.
They hold bolt-action iron-barrel rifles with a uniform style, cheap wooden stocks, and the barrels are even heavy castings. There is no protective gear or uniform clothing, only a tattered fur coat and fur-edged
The short boots barely cover the body.
The only unified equipment on their bodies is probably the electric shock collar around their necks.
These people are undoubtedly human.
It's just that there is no trace of civilization's brilliance and rationality in those beast-like pupils.
Holding rifles and wearing collars, they were more like a group of tamed monkeys. But the junior officers holding remote controls and following behind them to urge them forward were more like living people.
A knowledgeable person can tell the identity of those wearing collars at just one glance.
Clones!
And it’s the cheapest one too!
In the entire Middle Continent, there is probably only one organization that can "domesticate" clones on a large scale and efficiently and put them into the battlefield in an organized manner.
That's the Legion!
Standing next to a damaged house, a man in a navy blue coat looked at the advancing troops, his vulture-like gaze as sharp as a dagger.
His name is Vanus.
Whether it is in the legion headquarters or in the Eastern Legion to which he belongs, this is an ugly name.
However, contrary to his ordinary name, he had the ambition to become a general.
His desire for honor and power prompted him to join the Eastern Expeditionary Force, follow in the footsteps of General Klass, and march eastward toward the Great Rift Valley in the northern part of the River Valley Province.
Legend has it that the "Enterprise" in the Far East also sent an expeditionary force there, but unfortunately it failed.
However, Vanus did not want to express any opinions on the failure of the company, and even sneered at it.
In his view, those weak people who are greedy for enjoyment and huddle in the interior of a province have no idea what war is, and it is natural that they will fail.
The Legion is different.
They are warriors born for battle, flesh and blood driven by an iron will.
Whether they are clones, freemen or citizens, from the moment they are born, the iron law of the Legion has been imprinted on the hearts of each of them.
Even without advanced equipment, they can still rely on their desire for victory and glory, and the will to win engraved in their bones, to march in four directions at the same time, carving out a vast territory in a ruined wasteland, making countless tribes large and small...
He bowed his head and offered slaves and tributes.
Sooner or later, the fertile Great Rift Valley will succumb to the iron hooves of the Legion, and there will be no exceptions under the banner of the Lion. They will use seven days to massacre the city to punish those who resist and pay homage to the souls of the dead heroes.
Although the war has been at a stalemate for a year, Vanus has no doubt about this.
They are almost victorious!
Originally, he and his men were going to participate in the winter offensive, but at this moment, a piece of news came from the distance that could not be ignored.
A mobile fortress is heading west!
According to the intelligence collected, that fortress comes from the far east coast and is dominated by a group of nobles from the enterprise. Of course, in their own words, they are senior employees. Judging from the route, they seem to be planning to head to the west to find Vault 0.
's whereabouts.
Coincidentally, the Legion is also interested in Vault 0.
But logically speaking, this is not something that the expeditionary force should get involved in. Moreover, it is not a wise choice to divide the troops to provoke people from the company at this juncture.
Vanus raised an objection to General Klass, but the objection was rejected.
According to General Klass, in order to break through the Great Rift Valley's unbreakable Holy Shield system, the expeditionary force needed this mobile fortress to process nuclear materials for them and produce cheap and easy-to-use nuclear warheads.
Although they don't want to admit it, their tactical nuclear bombs are almost used up...
"How long are we from that fortress?"
Hearing the commander's voice, the adjutant behind Vanus reported in a deep voice.
"There are still 10 kilometers, sir."
Vanus nodded and said.
"Just stop here. If they weren't blind, they would have discovered us."
The Legion doesn't have very dark technology, but that doesn't mean they haven't seen it.
Vanus's thinking is very clear.
Build fortifications, establish positions based on jungle terrain, and then use artillery to attack their rear, eventually forcing them to surrender.
I believe that as soon as the cannon fires, those soft-footed shrimps who have never fought a tough battle will become a mess.
"Lay out tinfoil and insulation foam and set up a headquarters here!"
He stepped on the concrete bricks under his feet and looked towards Vanus in the south, his eyes narrowed to a slit.
"Those tin cans are difficult to deal with, but they can't stay there forever."
"We'll wait for them here!"
…
The Trailblazer, a light fixed-wing drone took off from above the fort and circled along the edge of the Elm District,
At the same time, the combat command center.
Lu Yang stared at the snowflake-like bright spots on the screen, his brows gradually furrowed.
"Legion men?"
The drone operator at the console replied.
"It should be, Captain."
The bright and dim bright spots were densely packed, with more than 2,000 of them, distributed on a front 2 kilometers wide and 2 kilometers deep, like beans sprinkled on the ground.
Apart from the Legion, he couldn't think of any other possibilities.
Lu Yang had heard before that the people in the legion had a certain DNA fragment that was banned in pre-war society, and could increase the development speed of clones throughout their life cycle to eight times that of normal humans.
These mass-produced clone slaves only need 1 to 2 years to develop from embryos to babies that can leave the cabin. After being sent to a crowded nursery, they will complete the steps required by normal people in 1 year.
A stage of childhood that takes 8 years to complete.
In this year, they will learn the language, or it doesn't matter if they can't. When the time is up, they will be sent to a facility similar to an arena, where they will spend their second year, the teenage stage.
.
At this stage, their mortality rate is as high as 50%, and some facilities that screen elites can even reach 70%. These facilities will not teach them how to fight, but only serve as a sieve to screen those who can adapt to the battlefield, or who are ferocious enough.
beast.
Those who survive will be sent to the front line on their second birthday to become qualified cannon fodder.
This chapter has been completed!