The warlord took out his binoculars and glanced across the way, vaguely catching a glimpse of the man coming, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.
fine.
I am the darkest.
It seems that this time it is the Stormtroopers.
Compared to those reckless men in the Death Corps, this one should be able to perform better.
I saw about a hundred people lying down 500 meters away, using the shelter on the high and low slopes to dig foxholes with shovels, intending to dig forward while digging.
Seeing that the brothers were acting so hard, the warlord also decided to show some real skills. He looked at Beaufort aside and gave a serious order.
"Don't be in a hurry to fire yet, wait until they get closer and then fire!"
"Yes! Grow taller!"
After receiving the order and nodding his head, Beaufort couldn't help but complain in his heart, who was it that started the tug tug tug from so far away yesterday?
However, just when he was relieved, he saw the boss kick the machine gunner's butt.
"You get out of the way, I'll come."
The machine gunner was stunned for two seconds, then stood up quickly and got out of the way of the only heavy machine gun in the entire centurion team.
Seeing that the boss was about to climb over to the machine gun position again, Beaufort tried to persuade him with laughter and tears, but before his hand touched his shoulder, he heard two sudden gunshots.
Two puffs of dust were rising in the distance.
Beaufort looked at his boss blankly.
"...Sir?"
Looking at the smoking barrel, the warlord coughed and said embarrassedly.
"Ahem... I was just trying my hand, and accidentally misfired."
After saying that, he glared at the machine gunner on the side.
"Why isn't this insurance turned off?"
The machine gunner who was reprimanded in front of him had an aggrieved expression on his face, and it took him a while to hold in his grievances.
"Sir, you told me yesterday to turn on the insurance when I see someone."
The warlord was stunned for a moment.
"Did I say that?"
Machine gunner: "..."
Beaufort: "..."
Although only two shots were fired, the clone soldiers in the trenches, as if they heard the signal, followed suit and took their guns out of the trenches, pulling the triggers toward the opposite side, no matter how far away they were.
There was a continuous crackling sound on the battlefield, and the sound of gunfire was like the Chinese New Year, but the thunder was louder and the raindrops were lighter.
These clone soldiers are not very smart to begin with, and their long-range hit rate is not ordinary.
It is precisely for this reason that almost no officers will issue automatic weapons to clone infantry. It is purely logistical torture.
But even so, with hundreds of people firing in one direction at the same time, the firepower network formed still has a certain deterrent effect.
The bullet suddenly flew to my side, which startled me the most when I was digging a foxhole. I quickly lowered my head for fear of being sent away by this stray bullet.
The cute guys next to me are completely different.
Although I was also shocked, it was a completely different style of painting.
The bullet landed less than half a meter away from his head.
Dazzled by the splashing sand, Nitu Wei'an subconsciously shrank his head, but an excited expression soon appeared on his face.
"Oh my god, this is so exciting!"
Not only was he not afraid, he even reached out to search for the bullet impact point, and actually found a warhead embedded in the soil with a distorted shape.
His face suddenly showed the expression of discovering a new world, and his eyes widened.
"Damn it! You can even find bullet warheads in this FPS game!"
And it’s still hot!
Just focus on this detail, let him blow it off, okay?
Ah Nie next to him glanced at him and quickly realized something was wrong.
"Brother, where's your gun?"
He was buried in peace and smiled sheepishly.
"Didn't get it!"
Ah Nie was immediately shocked.
"Damn it! Then what are you doing here?"
"Isn't there a shovel here?" Nudi Wei'an winked and smiled, then glanced at the one on his back, "It's okay, I'll use it when you die."
Ah Nie: "???"
At this moment, he suddenly heard a whooshing sound in his left ear, and a hot touch almost flew past his earlobe.
The bullet did not hit him.
Instead, it hit another player twenty meters behind him.
"Ugga——!"
Exaggerated screams echoed in the open space, and a bloody hole was instantly printed on the player's shoulder. The tiger's body shook violently, and then it seemed like a mask of pain emerged, twisting on the ground like an earthworm.
A ball.
After twisting and turning for a long time, he suddenly saw everyone around him looking at him. The guy couldn't continue acting, so he smiled and stopped.
"Hey, I forgot, I don't seem to feel any pain...Which of you has a bandage? The blood is pouring out."
I rolled my eyes and looked away from this guy.
A bandage is fine.
He's going to die soon, so he needs a hammer and a bandage.
Seeing the crackling gunfire in front of me, I pulled out my pistol, fired one shot in front of me, and shouted loudly.
"Brothers! Move the shovel and dig hard! Don't stop -!"
No!
This bitch, Warlander, is not a human being!
Just giving him my head like this, I always felt like I was giving this guy a leg up.
You must give him some color and see!
My darkest eyes rolled around, and suddenly I had an idea in my mind, and I shouted.
"The wave SS in section G53-7 is right ahead! Catch the guy named Pangolin, kill him, and you will be rewarded with 1,000 silver coins!"
As soon as they heard that the reward was 1,000 silver coins, the newbies who spread out and lay down were instantly excited!
Several people almost stood up. Just as they raised their shoulders half an inch, they were suppressed back by the firepower from the front positions.
But apart from the reckless ones, there were also some more rational players among these newcomers, who shouted at me in the darkest voice and asked.
"Boss, how do I turn on the ID mode?"
This sentence confused me the most.
"What, display ID mode?"
Na Mengxin said of course.
"That's right! It just displays the character's name, otherwise how would I know which pangolin is called?"
As soon as I heard this, I reacted immediately.
Yes.
The newbies have never seen that guy.
"Don't worry about it so much, just catch the one with the flat nose and the ugliest one and that's it -"
As soon as I finished speaking, a cloud of blood mist burst out from my darkest forehead. I groaned and was disconnected before I even had time to make a sound.
Seeing that the commander was killed in battle, all the newbies were dumbfounded.
"Fuck..."
"Brother?"
His head was smashed into a watermelon, and he was obviously very cold.
Ah Nie looked at Feng Tu Weian who was lying next to him with a confused look on his face.
"What...what should we do now?"
When he was buried, Wei An swallowed his saliva.
"Don't ask me...I want to be quiet."
The truck that brought them here has already left.
There was only a small motorcycle left leaning at the back. It seemed to be the commander's own, and he was probably riding it when he planned to charge.
A player of the strength system gritted his teeth. He couldn't stand the grievance of being suppressed by the enemy's firepower, and he couldn't stand the endless digging and digging, so he let out a roar.
"Brothers! Charge!"
"Avenge my blackest brother!"
This voice immediately received responses from countless robes, and the players got up from the ground one after another.
Those with guns inserted their bayonets, and those without guns held shovels. Accompanied by the roar of mountains and tsunamis, they launched a fearless charge.
"Come on!"
"Ouch!"
"Blast the gold coins, you bitch!"
Facts prove.
A hundred people dispersed and rushed forward, which was more effective than running forward in a group.
And these newbies are not completely devoid of their own thinking.
Seeing someone being sent away by a machine gun, the others quickly changed their minds and began to move around.
However, it turns out that this kind of operation, which is common in FPS games, is of no use in almost completely real virtual reality games.
That's a machine gun with a fire rate of 600 rounds per minute!
Not to mention that the person holding the machine gun was a second-awakened, third-stage agility sequence boss.
In just one minute, until the last person fell fifty meters away from the position, the entire hundred-man team was killed.
And as these newcomers went offline collectively, posts summarizing death also appeared one after another on forums in another world.
"Hey, as expected, we should dig trenches honestly..."
"Yes...it's so stupid to leave the bunker."
"Even if you want to charge, you have to have the right time... I found that the rifle on the other side is not very accurate, because the machine gun is too weak!"
"Next time, I have to find a way to use the whole cannon, at least remove the machine gun!"
"Who yelled that way?"
"I remember he was a fool from the strength department."
"Fuck! Who the hell are you calling stupid?!"
"It's you I'm talking about! XX! You idiot!"
"%￥#@!"
…
Unlike the newbies who cried like wolves and howled like ghosts, this time the warlords were really happy.
The batch of express delivery delivered by the debt-ridden big eye before was not sincere at all. This time, the newbie can not only dig holes, but also perform a show for him, which is really quite careless.
In order to express his gratitude, he deliberately found a place out of the way to log off and went to the forum to praise him. When he clicked on the forum, he almost spit out a sip of Coke.
Good guy.
You are treating yourself like a boss!
I don’t know who started it, but newbies all over the forum are spreading the rumor that killing a pangolin can earn you a thousand silver coins.
Seeing those players chatting more and more passionately, and the content getting more and more cruel, and some even suggested getting a sugar-coated Ivan, his palms were sweating unconsciously.
I quickly switched to the group I created before and added a few alliance commanders.
"What's going on with you guys? Didn't you agree to give me your head? Why did you end up exploding my gold coins?!"
I was the worst: "Damn it! You bitch finally came out. Wasn't your attack too harsh just now? I didn't even finish my words!"
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Ahem... I saw you fired a shot, and I thought you were urging me to send you away quickly."
Mole on the run in the canyon: "Hahahahaha!"
I’m the blackest: “@#%#!”
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Put it aside for now. Who is going to take care of the newbies? Just give them away honestly. Don't ruin your good things."
Commander Quanshui: "Why do you care? I think it's good. Didn't you think yesterday's wave was too deliberate? Do whatever you can to do it. This is the real thing! (bad laugh)"
Debt-eyed: "That's right! I just thought about it, it would be too stupid to just give it to someone."
I was the worst: "+1, not to mention that you, a strong man in his twenties, are still worried about being overturned by a few newbies?"
Seeing that these dogs were still making noises, the warlord almost stopped shouting and typed at the speed of light.
"Damn it! Don't you look at what they are discussing!"
Commander Quanshui: "Don't worry, I won't send them powerful weapons, just a few rifles at the bottom of the box... At worst, you can hide in the gun holes and let the clones come in."
Battlefield atmosphere group: "..."
The edge of the water: "Suddenly I got excited, let's talk about it being our turn tomorrow. (Smirk)"
Teenage Construction Site and Brick: "I'll lead the team! (bad smile)"
Looking at that smirking expression, Warfield Man only felt his anus tighten.
Seeing that he had been offline for more than ten minutes, he cursed and turned off the computer, quickly put on his helmet and returned to the line.
…
That night.
At the headquarters of Defense Area 53, Colway finally received the report from the front line.
And when he saw the report sent from Section 7, he was stunned.
"...The ammunition in Section 7 is exhausted?! What's going on?"
He had just been there during the day yesterday and specifically checked the supply situation on the front line. Logically speaking, the amount of ammunition for a standard unit was adequate.
How come the 48 hours haven’t even passed yet and the ammunition is not enough?!
Is this using bullets as peanuts to drink?
The officer who reported the situation continued with a serious expression.
"In the past two days, the alliance has sent small groups of troops to raid Section 7 of our defense zone twice in a row."
Colway didn't doubt that his pangolin would be deceptive in such a matter, but he couldn't help but ask.
"The matter is true?"
The officer nodded.
"I specially sent people to the front line to have a look... The unprocessed corpses outside the trenches can never be fake. According to the battle reports they provided, in the past two days, they have wiped out more than 250 enemy people and seized more than 240 rifles.
A pistol and nearly 6,000 rounds of ammunition."
After a pause, he continued.
"They have sent the seized weapons to the logistics department... Some of the weapons need repair, but they should be usable after repair."
Didn't listen to those words at all.
When he heard that more than 250 enemies had been wiped out, Colway's eyes widened instantly and he stood up from his chair with a loud noise.
Good guy!
More than two hundred and fifty people!
Two teams of 10,000 people set up a battle line and shot at each other. Even if they shoot for a whole day, they may not be able to achieve this result.
His first reaction was not that pangolins are like gods with their troops, but that the commander of the alliance is crazy?
After calming down, he turned his attention to the strategic map, pondered for a long time, and suddenly a hint of understanding appeared in his eyes.
"...Are they using this method to exclude dissidents?"
The officer standing next to him looked slightly hesitant, but quickly nodded.
"This possibility cannot be ruled out."
After all, the Alliance is not alone. General Griffin sent them an ultimatum. They will definitely negotiate a ceasefire and split into two factions: the main war faction and the peace faction.
Colway could even guess it.
The reason for the peace was simply that the alliance was weak and too small compared to the legion. If it turned into a full-scale war, it might not be able to last even three days.
This is indeed true.
Whether it was the expedition to the Great Rift Valley, the seizure of the Pioneer, or the subsequent invasion of Luoxia Province, it was not the overall will of the legion.
Including enterprises' assistance to the alliance, it is just an insignificant thing among many matters for enterprises.
If a full-scale war really breaks out, it's hard to say who has the advantage between the Legion and the Enterprise, but he has no doubt that the alliance in such a small area will definitely not be able to survive one round.
But even so, there must be voices from the war faction within the alliance.
After all, although it is difficult to guess the specific supply situation of the legion, it is not difficult to guess that there are problems in general.
Based on this speculation, if he were the peace advocate within the alliance, he would definitely say this to the war faction -
'Since you are so confident that we can win the second half, then you should lead the troops yourself. Or at least provide evidence to prove that the legion can no longer fight.'
In this way, it is not difficult to explain why the alliance resorted to such foolish tactics as adding fuel to the fire.
Staring at the strategic map on the table, Colway squinted his eyes and raised a smile.
"It's a pity that they picked the wrong opponent and bumped into one of my heroes."
After that, he saw the officer.
"Share out half of the ammunition in Section 6 and Section 5, and allocate it to Section 7! We must not let them see what we are and what we are!"
The officer hesitated.
"But... what if they adjust their tactics next time and attack other lines of defense?"
Colway chuckled, with a confident expression.
"Since we are testing the truth, we can't hit here and there with a hammer. We must attack one point to break the surface. I'm sure they will come back in two days!"
Anyway.
There is no lie for dead people.
If you can use a little ammunition to consume the most determined fighting force on the other side, it's a profit no matter how you think about it!
Not only that, this method can also feed war with war.
The enemy can never come empty-handed, and the weapons and ammunition they bring can also be recycled!
"Don't rush to send the captured equipment and ammunition to the maintenance team yet. Once I prepare the battle report, I will send it to the higher-level headquarters together! Let them find a way to get some ammunition for us!"
The officer's eyes lit up.
What an idea!
With hundreds of thousands of troops lined up on the front line, there are always a few teams defending areas that are not very critical, or are located relatively far back, making them less vulnerable to attack.
As long as the headquarters is made aware of the situation here, they will definitely be given some ammunition!
Thinking of this, the officer immediately stood up straight, performed a military salute, and accepted the order excitedly.
"yes!"
Messages are reported layer by layer.
As expected, the news reached Griffin within two days.
He was not surprised that the Alliance sent a small force to raid the Legion's defense lines.
Strategic prudence and tactical boldness do not conflict.
And that ultimatum was just a unilateral notification from his side, not a serious cease-fire agreement. He also didn't expect that the alliance would be so frightened by a piece of paper that they wouldn't even dare to shoot.
If he were the commander on the opposite side, he would also send a small force to test to see how much the opponent was worth. If he dared to shout, he would have to pay the price.
But the centurion named Pangolin is a bit interesting.
Griffin looked at his resume.
Although he was promoted by that idiot McClun, and he was from the military service, his ability and loyalty are beyond words.
He single-handedly hunted down the two-story Deathclaw Mother. When he was defeated, he led his commander across the desert, broke through the enemy's encirclement and returned to the rear.
Whether it was loyalty or bravery, they were both perfect and impeccable, to the point where even he couldn't help but admire them.
It is simply a waste to decentralize this kind of talent to the front line.
As long as he is a Wilant, or has half the blood of a Wilant, he will transfer him to the Guards as a captain.
The Vaelant people's distrust of foreign races is inherent, and the reason can be traced back to the early days of the Wasteland Era.
"Is there something wrong with this person?" the adjutant standing next to Griffin hesitated, "I always feel... he fought too smoothly."
Griffin tapped his index finger lightly on the table.
"We can't rule out this possibility. Even the Weirant people may betray us, let alone a foreign race? But so far, apart from his big appetite, I haven't seen any other problems. I won't be arbitrary.
Use intuition to deal with a meritorious person."
Ever since the pangolin came back with Kelwei, his men have been monitoring that person and found that except for being able to eat better and taking a longer time to go to the toilet, there was nothing unusual about him. He didn't even leave the camp gate once.
.
If such people all have problems, then there are countless suspects on both hands.
Griffin thought for a moment and came up with an idea. He looked at the officer standing at the gate of the camp and ordered.
"Send a telegram to the front line and make sure to give priority to the ammunition for the G53 defense zone! The alliance is very likely to launch a retaliatory counterattack against the G53-7 defense zone. We must not let them see that there is a problem with our ammunition supply!"
"In addition, send war reporters to defense area G53-7."
After a pause, the corner of his mouth curled up into a smile.
"Such a heroic achievement should not be left in the headquarters, but should be sent to the entire army!"
"Everyone must know!"
…
The heroic deeds of G53-7 Defense Zone and Pangolin are undoubtedly the rain after a long drought for the Falcon and Legion coalition forces who narrowly lost the Alliance and lost Oasis No. 9.
Although a large number of junior officers expressed doubts about this achievement, after seeing the photos taken by reporters, they could not fault it.
That appearance and physique are obviously not from the residents of Luoxia Province. After all, this credit cannot be made up of civilians...
In a certain defense zone, in a military camp, several soldiers gathered together and chatted about the broadcast they heard just now while eating and the newspaper that was recently delivered to the military camp.
"Have you heard? Defense Zone G53 annihilated another centurion yesterday!"
"That pangolin, right? I know him! I heard that when he was following McClun in the southern part of the River Valley province, he once killed a five-story death claw with his bare hands!"
"Bare hands?! Didn't I hear that you had weapons?" A soldier with tangled muscles opened his eyes wide, with disbelief written all over his face.
He is also well-known as a ruthless person in the team, but his highest record was just killing a Deathclaw that was two people tall.
And they still used guns and traps.
The boastful soldier curled his lips.
"It doesn't matter! Isn't any weapon like a toothpick in front of a monster of that level? The monster that even the Heart of Steel couldn't kill was solved by him. Alliance? Haha, no matter how many people come, he won't be able to kill him."
A soldier who had been silent from beginning to end could not help but express a heartfelt sigh.
"It's so scary..."
At the same time, Comrade Pangolin, who was staying in Defense Area G53-7, was not as happy as he was at the beginning, and there was no smile on his face at all.
Not because he killed his own people.
Although there is still a moment of silence for him, holding a machine gun to kill people is really comfortable. And because I am on an undercover mission, I will not be punished by the manager no matter what I do, and I don't have to deliberately let the newbies get in trouble.
When other people were working as undercover agents, they would raise the muzzle of their guns just one inch and not kill people if they could. When he was working as an undercover agent, not only did he kill the person, but he also shot the corpse twice more in order to avoid killing him.
However, it didn't take long for him to discover that the alliance's offensive was becoming more and more fierce.
Or to be more precise.
It's the new people who have grown up.
Especially those newcomers who have already died once, after experiencing the painful "three-day withdrawal", they deeply realize that life is hard-won.
As a result, they didn't want to die at the speed of light, so they finally took a serious attitude. Under the guidance of veteran players, they quickly mastered the skills to survive on the battlefield.
Although these newcomers are not very skilled, when a group of people become serious, they still bring a lot of trouble to Comrade Pangolin's work.
Originally, it only took one shuttle to send someone away, but now it takes at least two shuttles.
And you have to always beware of the dirty tricks used by the newbies.
For example, in a recent offensive, these newcomers even used gas can bombs, and a single round of earth-cannon almost destroyed his machine gun position.
Fortunately, that thing had no other advantages other than being louder. It only killed a few clone soldiers and a captain.
Quan Shui's explanation for this is - "This is what the newbies made themselves using the ammunition in the warehouse, the sugar and gas cylinders in the kitchen, and the fertilizer bought from the fellow villagers."
He almost believed it!
If there was no expert guidance behind this, he would have eaten a bunch of Xie Te on the spot!
The newbies became stronger and stronger as they fought, and the battlefield gradually began to feel a bit difficult.
Especially when he suddenly discovered, to his amazement, that not only were these newbies treating him as a dungeon wave SS, but the commanders even regarded him as a military training instructor, leaving all the newbies to him for training.
Good guy.
He wished he had done three jobs by himself!
It’s a big loss to only pay one salary!
In the bombhole.
Looking at the depressed captain, Beaufort swallowed and asked nervously.
"Captain, how many people have we killed in the past few days?"
The upset warlord replied casually.
"More than a thousand, what's wrong?"
Beaufort said with a grimace.
"Captain, our brothers have run out of ammunition, and all the troops coming over from the Thousand-Man Team have been shot! No more supplies will come... I'm afraid we will have to go up and fight them with bayonets."
The warrior was about to reply impatiently with bayonets.
But at this moment, a sentry rushed in and said happily.
"Report sir! The supply truck is coming!"
The warlord was stunned for a moment, then the dark clouds cleared from his face, and he stood up from his chair with great joy.
"No, the ammunition has been delivered."
Beaufort was also stunned, looking at the captain in disbelief, and his eyes were different from before.
The whole army is short of ammunition, but we can spare the ammunition and send it here.
Could this guy be the illegitimate son of some big boss?
The warrior chuckled, picked up his officer's hat and put it on.
"Let's take a look at our spoils - cough, let's go get some supplies!"
The group of people arrived outside the barracks. There were a dozen trucks parked on the roadside, and boxes full of ammunition.
Seeing the captains happily unloading boxes of ammunition from the car, the sadness on Beaufort's face was wiped away, and his eyes were full of excitement and excitement.
"...This must be the ammunition for a thousand-man team!"
The corners of Warfield Man's mouth also turned up, he coughed slightly, and said in a pretentious manner.
"It seems that the higher-ups attach great importance to us."
Beaufort quickly flattered him with a smile.
"Of course... you are now a war hero, and your heroic deeds were praised in yesterday's broadcast! I heard that the news has spread throughout the army, and maybe the battle reports have been sent to the Triumph City."
Not taking the compliment seriously, the warlord just laughed.
"Hahaha, you also have merit!"
Patting the adjutant on the shoulder, the warlord walked forward, picked out two boxes and took a look at them, and suddenly noticed the numbers on the boxes.
G40-1,G40-2……
This is……
The number of the defense zone?
Suddenly he realized something, and a look of interest appeared in the warlord's eyes.
Calmly letting go of the truck in front of him, he walked to the truck at the end of the queue, randomly picked two boxes and opened the blind box for inspection.