[If we cannot keep it in the River Valley Province and wait until the airship returns to port to complete supplies and rendezvous with local ground forces, we will face a crisis several times greater than the current situation.]
Vault 79, administrator's office.
In addition to Chu Guang, there are more than a dozen people standing here.
A few days ago, when Chu Guang set off from Qingquan City to Ruigu City, he issued an order to move the headquarters to the front line.
In addition to Vanus and other staff members, all officers of the First Corps, including Wrench, were also transferred here.
At this moment, Chu Guang was holding a handwritten battle plan in his hand. He finished reading the preface and then looked at the general table of contents.
The entire plan has a total of twenty-four pages. It was written by Commander Quan Shui, the commander of the Storm Corps. The objective evaluation is that the writing is quite good. Both the macro and the details are very detailed.
The plan divided the campaign into three phases, including air warfare, ground warfare and the final landing battle.
Including what goals need to be achieved at each stage, how many personnel and weapons need to be invested, what to do if the progress goes well, what to do if the progress does not go well, etc., there are detailed descriptions in the combat plan of each stage.
Of course, this plan cannot be completed in one day.
Chu Guang had noticed a long time ago that the player named Commander Quanshui had been observing the airship from the moment the Storm Troops arrived in Ruigu City, or from the moment the 400mm main gun opened fire.
Including its observation distance, firepower accuracy, firepower interval time, muzzle turning speed, detection efficiency at different distances, etc.
These combat parameters are now listed as arguments in this combat plan, and the action plans at each stage of the plan are designed based on the weaknesses reflected in these data.
But even though the plan was so detailed, the player named Commander Quanshui still mentioned at the end of the plan——
[There is a huge disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves. Our chance of winning is less than 20%, and it is difficult to use the same method twice. We only have one chance!]
【Since victory or defeat depends on this one move, there is no need to conserve strength.】
[It is recommended to carry out general mobilization!]
After flipping the plan to the end, Chu Guang handed it to Vanus who was standing aside.
"What do you think?"
Vanus took the plan and flipped through it. It took him a little longer than Chu Guang to read it until the end. He thought for a moment and gave an objective evaluation.
"It's well written, but it's still a bit modest. In my opinion... there should be a 30% chance of winning."
As a commander of the Clone Corps, he has never been on an airship, and the detailed combat parameters of the airship are kept secret from the outside world.
He could only analyze several public battle reports in the past. These data tested through actual combat should be more than 70% accurate.
The only advantage of the new alliance is probably intelligence.
After the Bone-Chewing Tribe fled as birds and beasts, the legion's intelligence network in the southern part of the River Valley Province could be said to be completely blank.
The Bugla Free State in the north may have the legion's spies, but it is too far away from here. The trade route between the new alliance and the north has just begun, and because it is growing so fast, a lot of information can be transmitted through the Bugla Free State.
The legion also has outdated information from a few months ago.
Wrench standing aside asked with a frown.
"Only 30%?"
Vanus nodded and spoke strictly.
"Well... In my impression, most of the battles that the Heart of Steel participated in were asymmetric warfare, or as we call it, suppression warfare. Considering this situation... they may not have combat experience in electronic warfare, but they may just
It’s because I have no experience.”
"With all due respect, this is a big gamble."
Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.
"Is it right to bet that the other party has never seen this kind of play?"
Vanus nodded.
"Yes, this is a crazy plan. I don't recommend you to adopt it. But I have to admire your Corps Commander for being able to study the parameters of the Heart of Steel so thoroughly in one month."
Chu Guangdan smiled faintly.
Of course, ability is one aspect, but the key is that the information sharing ability based on "morphological field" technology is too powerful.
Every player or cloud player active on the forum, no matter what professional talents or bosses they are, can put forward their own analysis conclusions based on the intelligence collected in the game, and the players in the game will verify which conclusion is more reliable.
.
Although many of the alliance's weapons are at the level of World War II and the Cold War, the information technology may still be ahead of the era of the People's Federation.
After all, the "morphological field" that cannot be shielded or interfered by existing technology seems to have been researched by the first generation managers of Vault 404 after entering the Wasteland Era.
There is also verification of information.
Those are all the players of the Storm Corps paid for with their lives...
After taking the plan from Vanus, Chu Guang stared at it and thought about it for about five minutes before suddenly speaking.
"I intend to adopt this proposal."
Hearing this, Vanus showed a hint of surprise on his face. He looked at Chu Guang, who had already considered it carefully, and asked seriously.
"Are you...sure?"
Chu Guang nodded.
"Yeah, I'm sure."
Vanus couldn't help but continue.
"I don't want to pour cold water on it, but it will take a huge amount of manpower to implement this plan!"
"Even if there are not 10,000 people on that airship, it is still a team of 10,000 people... If we want to implement this combat plan within a week, the most conservative consideration is that we need to mobilize at least 10,000 people within three days.
Seven thousand people.”
"Three days...is this too late?"
This is not his concern alone.
Several other staff officers also had worried expressions on their faces.
This is not a sign of cowardice, but simply out of strategic considerations. Setting the decisive battle within a week is too hasty.
After all, war is not a game of chess, where winning or losing can be determined by moving the chess piece A up.
This kind of major battle requires at least one month of preparation to ensure coordination among the various units and all plans can be carried out in an orderly manner.
Their initial decisive battle with the Bone Chewing Tribe had been prepared for a month and a half.
Chu Guangdan smiled and answered without hesitation.
"There is enough time, three days is enough time, mobilization is not a problem for us!"
He believes in his players.
Not because of the power given to him by the shelter, but because this is not his game alone.
The alliance is not an alliance of one person, but belongs to all the people who have shed blood and sweat for this land. When the alliance faces a life-and-death threat, whether it is a farmer, a fisherman, or a player doing business, everyone will
Stand up without hesitation.
Not just for profit.
It is also to protect "our world".
There is no need to mobilize for a week.
One minute is enough.
"...In addition to mobilization, I plan to send out some mercenaries while sending regular troops. Conservative estimates suggest that the number of participants in the battle can reach 10,000!"
After closing the battle plan in his hand, Chu Guang placed it on the desk beside him and looked at the officers standing in the office.
Looking at those eyes filled with fighting spirit, he paused and continued.
"How long should the trenches be dug? Where should the machine guns be placed? I am not that professional in these tactical details, but there is a sentence in this plan that I very much agree with."
"If we don't keep it here, we'll be in bigger trouble later."
"It has to stay here."
"You must stay!"
Not to mention the 30% chance of winning.
Even if there is a 1% chance of winning.
He will also give it a try!
…
After the combat meeting, Chu Guang used a disposable temporary communication device to send the next stage of work arrangements to Xiaoqi who was far away in the shelter.
The information, which is less than 10MB, includes the content updated on the official website today, as well as relevant details of the general mobilization and specific plans for recruiting mercenaries.
The second half of the content is mainly for NPCs. Xiaoqi will translate Chinese into Renlianyu for him, and accurately convey the orders to specific departments and individuals.
In fact, even without his mobilization, players have stopped their ongoing work one after another and gathered in the direction of Ruigu City for the new expansion pack.
On the other side, it is daytime in the real world.
Commander Quan Shui opened a chat thread in the corps communication section of the forum. While attaching the battle plan, he also added a special message to the corps commanders of each corps.
Looking at the IDs of the elders in the post, Commander Quan Shui was still somewhat cautious when typing to modify the wording.
Or rather nervous.
After all, commanding ability and organizational ability are two concepts.
The former is about strategy and tactics, while the latter is more about human nature.
He probably got the sealing test qualification together with [I'm the Blackest]. Compared with those T0 and T1 players who got the sealing test qualification very early and had limited medals on their chests, his qualifications are still a little bit younger.
In practical terms, the regiment commander commands the division commander.
If it were another girl, it would take a lot of words just to coax these big brothers into obedience.
Fortunately, the server atmosphere of "Wasteland OL" has always been good.
Thanks to the fact that Planner Gou is a good person and does not deliberately encourage players to fight and compare with each other for the sake of KPI, both players can get a good gaming experience in "Wasteland OL", and most of the T0, T1, and T2 players are friends.
It's not the guild ecology of some MMs - big brother, princess and licking dog.
The guide is well written, no matter you are a newbie or an experienced player, or even a cloud player, everyone will give it a polite thumbs up before picking it up.
Lao Bai: "I think the battle plan you wrote is good, but it would be better if you were more confident. (Baring teeth)"
Ye Shi: "That's it, what's the 20% success rate? I clearly have the advantage! (Funny)"
Fang Chang: "Professional matters must be done professionally, it's up to you, brother. (bad smile)"
Gale: "+1"
Commander Quan Shui: "Ahem, thanks to the bosses... This is actually my first time to command such a large-scale team battle."
Mole on the run in the canyon: "Hahaha, it doesn't matter, Rommel was still a lieutenant in the first battle! When this battle is over, you will be able to be a division commander. (Funny)"
Edge of water: "The Death Corps is following! Just leave the most dangerous place to us!"
Kill the chicken at midnight: "The Jungle Corps also followed! (Proud)"
There are really mosquitoes in WC: "The ace pilot applied to fight! (dog head)"
Looking at the line of replies on the screen, Commander Quanshui was moved, took a deep breath, poked the screen with his finger and typed a reply.
"Thank you! Thank you everyone for your support!"
"The decisive battle will begin within a week. I will assign the most appropriate tasks to you based on the equipment configuration of each corps and the combat environment you are good at... I hope you can trust me and listen to my command in the team battle. I promise
I will not betray your trust!”
Lao Bai: "No need to be polite. We are all good brothers in the alliance. Just tell us where we need to go and leave the rest to us! (Baring teeth)"
Edge paddling: "Rush!!!"
…
The next morning.
The tranquility outside Boulder City was disturbed by clear and hard-working shouts.
"New issue! New issue!"
"The battle situation on the frontline is at a stalemate. The alliance has launched a general mobilization and is now recruiting mercenaries to join the war. The rewards are generous and it is a rare opportunity!"
Newsboys walking around the streets shouted while delivering newspapers to newsstands, pubs and grocery stores, or stuffing them into mailboxes at the door of customers' homes.
At the entrance of the tavern that had not yet opened, a large group of people gathered around a newspaper that had just been released, chatting and discussing. It was very lively.
"The coalition recruits mercenaries, and they will be given 50 chips or 100 silver coins a day!"
"Hiss... half a month's wages for me!"
A man with engine oil on his clothes took a breath. Judging from his clothes, he should be a worker in a nearby machinery factory.
Hearing such a generous reward, many people showed excited expressions on their faces, and the mercenaries standing aside couldn't help but say.
"Do the country bumpkins from the northern suburbs always have so much money?"
The colleague next to him heard it and answered.
"I heard that Boulder City Bank lent them a lot, and the chips are all stored in the bank, so there is no need to worry about not being able to pay them back."
After all, the borrowed money was well spent. The remuneration paid by the New Alliance was almost twice what Boulder City paid for the Tide.
Moreover, 100 silver coins a day is only the base price given to a single mercenary. If a well-trained mercenary group signs up, the price given may be higher.
Hearing what his colleague said, the mercenary was immediately moved, and immediately looked at the man sitting at the door of the tavern and asked.
"How to sign up?"
The boy gave him a hunch and repeated impatiently.
"Isn't it written in the newspaper? Just take the newspaper and go to the mercenary recruitment point in the south of Shuguang City to report... They will give you clothes and guns."
"Give me one!"
Without any hesitation, the mercenary immediately took out his wallet, threw a chip into the boy's hand, picked up a newspaper from the stall and stuffed it into his arms.
There are many people like him.
That day, more than 3,000 mercenaries took newspapers and set off out of the city towards the northern suburbs.
Although bullets don't have eyes, they are not necessarily any more dangerous than alien species. For these mercenaries whose blades lick blood, they are willing to sell their lives to anyone. Of course, they will go to whoever offers the highest price.
In addition to those ruthless people who really dared to fight, the streets and alleys of Boulder City were also discussing the battle situation on the front line.
All signs indicate that the stalemate will soon end, and a decisive battle is brewing in Ruigu City, 150 kilometers away...
While the residents of Boulder City were discussing the news in the newspapers, the newspaper office of "Daily Survivor" was also busy.
The editors who were busy sorting out the information and typesetting it all wanted to bury their heads in piles of paper.
Except for one person——
That person was Hal, the newspaper's president.
Different from previous days.
He was sitting by the window with a cigarette dangling from his mouth and a worried look on his face. There were cigarette butts scattered on the ground next to the stool, and his eyes lost light.
Although the sales of the newspaper were booming, he was not happy at all at this moment.
Just a few days ago, his eldest brother Kaliman came to Boulder City. When he came here to visit him, he also brought news about Luoxia Province.
With the support of the Legion, the Falcon Kingdom provoked an all-out war against the desert kings. The boiling flames of war have reached Oasis No. 9 where the Lion Kingdom is located...
And this was news last month.
Such a big thing happened at home, and Hal was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot these days. He wanted to send a reporter to Luoxia Province to have a look, but no one took the job.
Entering the desert is a risky act, let alone a war going on there. No matter how high the salary is, it will cost you your life.
Just when he was so worried that he didn't know what to do, the savior suddenly appeared...
"I'm going to the front line. The alliance should be heading into the desert. When we get to Oasis No. 9, I'll take a look at the situation at home for you."
After opening the door and entering the newspaper office, Fang Chang didn't say any pleasantries. He looked at Hal sitting by the window and got straight to the point.
He carried a half-man-high backpack on his back, and hung a self-defense LD-47 assault rifle next to him. He even packed his equipment and luggage.
When Hal heard this, he was stunned. He didn't stand up from the stool until the cigarette butt in his mouth fell on his pants.
He walked quickly to Fang Chang and held his hand excitedly.
"Thank you! Sorry, I don't know what to say except thank you!"
Looking at Hal who looked grateful, Fang Chang joked.
"You're welcome, but it's not easy to be a war reporter. Remember to give me double the reward."
Hal said excitedly.
"Three times! I'll give you my salary too!"
Fang Chang coughed lightly.
"That's not necessary..."
He just made a joke.
The bionic parts that have been on the market for so long have opened up the market in Boulder City for the Alliance. He really doesn't lack that little money.
Hal was about to say something moved, but at this moment, a surprised voice suddenly came from the side.
"Wait, what do you mean? You're going to the front line?!"
Fang Chang looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a pair of eyes widened in surprise under short emerald green hair, staring straight at him.
Noticing the expression on Dolly's face, Hal coughed slightly and tried to say a few words for Fang Chang.
"People are eager to know the truth, and some warriors must stand up and go to places where most people are not willing to go -"
"Stop saying those hypocritical words. You are just worried about the situation at home and don't dare to go back by yourself, so you want to throw the trouble to others, right?"
Dolly stared at him and said to the point.
"This is called pretending to be public for personal gain!"
It was quiet in the newspaper office,
Even the sound of turning paper became quiet.
Feeling the eyes of the people around him, Hal looked embarrassed and said defensively.
"I am naturally part of the 'people'... I admit what you said. I really don't dare to go back, and I don't have the ability. But if you say this is for public benefit, I don't agree. The residents of Boulder City will do something to Luoxia Province."
They are paying more and more attention to what is happening outside recently, and I am also considering this from the standpoint of the newspaper."
Dolly did not listen to his sophistry, but looked at Fang Chang, staring straight at him.
"Are you going to the front lines?"
Fang Chang nodded.
"Um."
There was obvious reluctance and worry in those beautiful eyes.
She lowered her chin, and her voice contained a hint of imperceptible pleading.
"Can you not go..."
Hearing this, Fang Chang smiled and reached out to rub her little head.
"If I don't go, this is the front line."
If people from the legion come to kill them, there will be no way to distinguish who is from Dawn City, who is from Boulder City, and who belongs to the Alliance.
They would take what they could, burn what they couldn't take, and use the dispossessed as slaves...
Just like what they did at Camp Fallen Leaf.
Feeling the warmth passing through her hair, Dolly's cheeks felt slightly hot, but she did not avoid it.
Biting the inside of her lip gently, she finally stopped trying to persuade her and just whispered in a very soft voice.
"I will pay my salary next month, and I have agreed to treat you to dinner... You must come back safe and sound."
After hearing these words clearly, Fang Chang couldn't help but curl his lips in laughter.
He can be sure that nothing will happen to him.
As long as the alliance continues to exist, no matter how many times he faces death, he will wake up after three days and see the rising sun on the fourth day.
but.
He wouldn't even tell those unflattering jokes on this special occasion.
Looking into those eyes, he answered solemnly in a very soft voice.
"I promise."
…
Whether they are professional players in combat or professional players in life, no matter their level or occupation, everyone has received the server announcement of the general mobilization and responded to the call for mobilization.
At the same time, the farm in the north of Shuguang City.
Makabazi jumped off the smoking tractor, looked at the old farmer carrying a hoe not far away, and shouted in non-standard couplets.
"Old man! Please help me take a look at the crops in the fields these days. I'll leave the keys to the tractor here."
He didn't know the NPC's name.
But after farming together for so long, everyone has long been familiar with each other. Including many farmers nearby, their tractor driving skills were learned from his tiger brothers.
Currently, Makabazi’s farming level has reached level 6, and he is only level 4 away from his dream manor.
Money is nothing but a trivial matter, and the crops in this field cannot be left to waste.
The old farmer also didn't know his name, but he was no stranger to this strange guy.
He is obviously a noble shelter resident, but he does such rough work with them, and he still enjoys it.
Not only that, this guy values the crops in the field more than his life.
A multi-legged beast wandered here from the Elm District before. When others saw the monster, they all turned around and ran away. Only he rushed forward with a roar, picked up a hoe and started fighting with the monster. He stunned the alien
He was beaten and ran away.
It is really unimaginable what kind of thing could make him leave the crops in the field alone and not come back for several days.
Looking at the young man, the old man couldn't help shouting.
"Where are you going?"
After patting the dusty equipment, Makabazi threw his backpack on his shoulders and responded with a smile without looking back.
"Go to the front!"
The old man carrying the hoe was stunned and asked subconsciously.
"Then, when will you come back?"
"Come back after you win!"
Without waiting for the old man to answer, Makabazi had already gone to the entrance of the farm humming a tune and met the [Going Up the Mountain to Hunt Tigers] waiting there.
He glanced at his linen bag and the magazine hanging on his backpack, put his hands in his pockets, and joked with a smile.
"Why are you bringing so many things? I fly the plane and will be back soon, right?"
I heard that propeller planes can't survive two seconds against that iron lump.
It's a bit exaggerated to say I'll be back soon.
Three days is still needed.
Makabazi chuckled.
"There are people flying the plane, we are flying something good this time!"
Being intrigued by these words, Tiger asked curiously.
"What good stuff?"
Maka Bazi raised his chin and said with a beaming expression.
"tank!"
The moment he heard these two words, Tiger was stunned for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he was completely shocked.
"Damn it, have you ever driven that thing?!"
And wait.
Since when did the Alliance have tanks?!
Makabazi did not explain, and said with a smile: "No! But it's not important! I heard from the director of Factory No. 81 that that thing drives like a tractor!"
The tiger couldn't help but spray.
"This is so far gone, okay?"
Makabazi patted his good brother on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, that thing is not as difficult as you think... I'll trick a strength animal into being a loader later. Then you'll be responsible for driving, and just step on the accelerator as hard as you can!"show_htm3();