Standing on the tower of the gate, I could see the sea of people and it was so dark that even the road leading to the square was blocked by water.
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 arrested as a spy by the Earl of Cromway appointed by His Majesty the King. Now that the war is over, people dare to wander around the streets without any problems.
Looking at the gallows in the center of the square, the people gathered around the square whispered to each other excitedly, talking about the gossip they had heard from others.
"Did you hear that Matt Neal was sentenced to hang?" "That Baron?"
"I remember that the Hunter family seemed to have died at his hands.
"His little daughter is so cute... It's a pity that she happened to be attracted by that villain." "Poor Hunter, I heard that his eldest son died outside the Capital of Plenty and was even burned.
The bodies were nowhere to be found. He himself also lost an arm during the retreat, but unfortunately he did not die on the battlefield." "The 20,000th Army... it was too tragic."
"...In the end, it was his enemy who avenged him." "Bah! Matt Neal, this bastard! I remember him! My wife was..."
A thin man cursed and spat, but suddenly stopped talking in the middle of the sentence. The people around him became more energetic after hearing the words, looked at him with sympathy and curiosity and continued to ask. "Then what?" "Tell me about it."
The man's face turned red. He was tired of being asked. He finally suppressed a curse and drove away the people who gathered around him to watch the fun. "Tell me about your mother."
Beside the gallows not far away, under the watchful eyes of pairs of eyes, the belated "protagonists" finally arrived.
It's time to play.
Five typical nobles were captured by Union soldiers and thrown to the gallows by angry citizens.
Facing the inevitable death, even the most ferocious man could not help but turn pale and his lips turned white. One baron closed his eyes, and the man next to him was so frightened that he peed his pants.
The stench leaking from his trousers almost made the executioner who was pressing him to the execution ground frown.
The ugly behavior of the five nobles made the residents in the audience roar with excitement.
They had never seen these decent people look so miserable. It was even more exciting than watching crickets wrestling in the mire.
It turns out that these well-dressed people are also afraid of death.
These people are not as noble as they claim. Faced with death, they will still cry and beg for mercy.
But even if they beg for mercy, the angry citizens are not going to let these hateful guys go. It is they who send those young guys to the front line, and send fat cattle, sheep and young girls to the military camps, just to please those Weiland people.
These nobles did not dare to resist the rule of the Weirant people, but in turn passed on all the suffering to innocent people like them. Five people. Killing is still too few! Because there are no rotten eggs and rotten leaves to kill.
People could only pick up stones on the ground to vent their hatred. In order to prevent these people from dying before being executed, the militiamen standing nearby could only step forward to separate the crowd from the prisoners waiting to be slaughtered.
The executioner read aloud a series of unspeakable crimes committed by these people during the war, including murder and arson, committing crimes in the street, embezzling money, etc., and this further ignited the anger in people's hearts. "
Kill them!
"Cut off their heads, hang them on the street lamps," "Listen carefully and listen carefully." A man about thirty or forty years old, wearing linen clothes, walked up to the crowd. His name was Taote.
Before the War Ordinance was issued, he was a papermaker. Now because he was literate, he was singled out by Union soldiers as a committee representative. "Friends from the Vale Province tell us to be civilized, even if it is
Deal with jackals and hyenas! We must also end their lives in a civilized way."
The five nobles were gagged and did not even have a chance to quibble. Their necks were tied with hemp rope as thick as the mouth of a bowl by Huizi's gloves.
Taut turned to look at the gallows and waved his right hand vigorously. "Execution!
In the cheers of the people, the plank fell heavily, and the soles of the five people's feet were empty, their necks were torn off, and they ended their sinful lives on the gallows. "Long live the Alliance!" "Long live the Autonomous Committee!"
"Good kill"
The people in the audience burst into deafening cheers.
Several people in the crowd had flashing expressions and walked away quietly with pale faces. In the mansion not far from the square, Earl Cromway stood by the window, his hands holding on to the window eaves trembling.
Today, the Alliance has only executed those who committed crimes during the occupation, and has not carried out mass killings in the palace.
But after the alliance left, these mobs who got guns have gone crazy. In order to ensure the smooth implementation of the mobilization decree, he killed many people for His Majesty the King. What he fears most now is that those people will be liquidated.
to his head.
Standing behind Earl Cromwell, the white-haired old butler whispered. "Sir, I suggest you go out of the city to avoid the limelight in the near future." His master is a popular person in front of His Majesty the King. But now at this critical moment.
Yes, it's not a good thing to be too close to that bad old man. The attitude of the alliance is unpredictable.
But they suddenly attacked the nobles in the city and gave their guns to the civilians. This was obviously not a good sign. Earl Cromway did not speak, his eyes struggled for a while, but he finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind. "I can't leave."
Looking at the surprised butler, Cromwell paused and continued.
"Tomorrow...tomorrow at the latest, the Heart of Steel will be here. The alliance's supreme commander or even the manager is very likely to be on that airship." The king could not speak anymore. He wanted to live.
You can only please the 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. Unfortunately, there was too little information about the alliance. I don't know what the Lord liked... After the trial and hanging, Taut asked the young men carrying guns to drag the bodies
Find a random place outside the river embankment and bury it.
If any family members come, leave it to them directly, but at this juncture, even if their family members want to collect their bodies for them, they may have to wait.
At the behest of the Alliance, Falcon City's Autonomous Committee established a new militia group.
Most of these militiamen are young men who have served in the labor force before. They are directly affiliated with the Autonomous Committee and are mainly responsible for maintaining public order in the city.
Looking at the hemp rope dangling gently on the gallows, Taut, who calmed down, suddenly felt a chill running down his spine.
It was only then that he realized what the Alliance had put into his hands.
Killing these guys really relieved his anger. Like the people, he hated those guys who bullied them. But after killing them, he became scared.
The Alliance can't stay here forever, if they
What if he leaves? Will Your Majesty spare him? Will those nobles spare him?
"Straighten your waist." Looking at Taote, whose face turned slightly pale, Lao Bai reached out and patted his shoulder, grinning and said, "You have a gun in your hand, so what are you afraid of?"
Taut said with a wry smile.
"This, this is not a question of guns... After all, those people are nobles conferred by His Majesty the King.
"So are they the Awakened ones, or do they hold a few divisions in their hands?" Lao Bai shrugged, "There is no king in the alliance, so we are living quite well.
Taote and several other industry representatives around him were so frightened by these rebellious words that they dared not say a word, but after thinking about it, it seemed to make sense. What did they have to fear if they had guns?
Thinking of this, several people grasped the rifles in their hands tighter, as if what they held in their hands was their lifeblood.
Lao Bai smiled and patted the NPC named Taote on the shoulder.
"From today on, you are the chairman of the committee. Remember, even if we leave one day, you can't hand it over casually. This is not for us, but for the oppressed people behind you. Don't let them down.
"
Taote nodded nervously. "I promise." Looking at the middle-aged man, Lao Bai nodded. They won't stay here for too long.
The Falcon Kingdom is too far away for the Alliance, so far away that these people can regard an imaginary bearded man as their manager.
After all, people need to complete their own salvation. All they can do is drop a seed on this land.
As for what will grow...that's up to them.
The "Citizens Autonomous Committee" was just an interlude after the Alliance occupied Falcon City. The Burning Corps did far more than that under Chu Guangdi's instructions. All the equipment in the entire royal capital that can produce seamless steel pipes and stamped bullet casings has been
Destroyed, any factories or workshops related to the military industry or even remotely related were blasted and demolished.
As for the craftsmen and engineers trained by the Falcon Kingdom... it's not always good to kill people.
After Lao Bai and Chu Guang had a phone call, they decided to arrange a new place for these people to settle near Bicester Town.
As it happened, the commander of the spring water who had just arrived at the William Industrial Area also inadvertently did something similar.
In the Wilhelm Industrial Park.
Since the surrender broadcast had already arrived here first, when Quanshui gathered three hundred-man troops to attack, they found that the guards stationed here had been disbanded. There was not a single security guard in the huge industrial zone.
Seen inside the First Royal Foundry.
The workers were all sitting on the edge of the factory in a daze. When they saw the Alliance soldiers coming in, they immediately squatted on the ground.
Seeing the unkind appearance of these people, Commander Bowman hurriedly stepped forward to greet them and said with a smile on his face. "Sir... we have surrendered." Quan Shui glanced at him. "I know."
That all happened last night. When the rotation was offline, he went to the forum and took a look. He had known that the Falcon Kingdom had surrendered and that a total of 80,000 troops were squatting outside Bicester Town. The building materials that had been sent there before
They were all used. Looking at the soldiers who rushed into the factory and rummaged through boxes and cabinets, the smile on Bowman's face gradually turned into anxiety.
I looked at the man in front of me dumbfounded. "Then...then what are they doing?" Before Commander Quanshui spoke, I, who was standing aside, said for him with a playful smile. "Come here to get the loot. Is there any problem?
The factory director had a dumbfounded expression on his face. Take the spoils and rob those rich nobles! What can you find in this factory? At this time, Kakarot, who was carrying a rifle, came back from the factory in front.
"Two rifle production lines were found and are running at full capacity - 300 rifles can be produced every day."
"Three hundred." I looked at him in deepest amazement and muttered, "This month we will be able to arm an army of ten thousand people."
"Absolutely." Commander Quanshui nodded, looked at Kakarot and continued to ask, "Where are the bullets and shells?" Kakarot: "The ammunition production line is also here. There is no problem with the daily production of 200,000 to 300,000 rounds.
There are 100mm caliber artillery and artillery shells... Fortunately, they have no resources. If the production line is opened to the maximum, this battle may have to be fought until next year.
Commander Quan Shui nodded and said with emotion.
"Good guy, there are a lot of good things in there." Someone said that although those Weirant people did not regard these outsiders as human beings, they still supported the Falcon Kingdom, a slave country. As for this industry
The industrial equipment in the park was obviously not made by the locals themselves. Most of it was transported from the west of the desert.
Including steel plants, chemical plants, etc. If they were given a few sulfur mines and iron mines, maybe they could hold on for a while longer. But unfortunately, the reality is that there is no such thing.
If the resources of No. 2 Oasis were really that rich, they would not need to seek refuge with the Legion, let alone expand. Just like the Lion Kingdom.
Looking at the rows of industrial equipment and various types of machine tools that the power system experts moved out of the factory, I suddenly said with a pity on my face. "It would be such a shame if it exploded. Why don't we move them away." Listen to Life
Professional players said that although they have obtained some sophisticated production equipment and machine tools from enterprises, the demand for some heavy industrial equipment is still
very big.
You can never have too much of this kind of thing.
Kakarot glanced blankly at this whimsical guy. "Why move it away?" Kevin, who had a broken leg, couldn't help complaining. "That's right, where can I put it after moving it?" I scratched the back of my head.
"Isn't there an airship? Such a big airship... it shouldn't be difficult to hoist it up, right?"
In order to accommodate those gliders, the Heart of Steel didn't carry much ammunition.
Now that these gliders have been thrown out, and their people have followed them, the space freed up can always be filled with some things.
After thinking about it, Quan Shui thought it made sense. After thinking for a while, he came up with a compromise. "Move the ones that can be moved, and explode the ones that can't be moved." It's not easy to transport it back to the alliance directly, but you can transport it to the honey store next door first.
Go to Badger Kingdom. It shouldn't be too difficult to rent a piece of land.
If the manager intends to keep Bicester Town in his hands, supplying supplies from the factory in the Honey Badger Kingdom is the best option.
With that said, Commander Quanshui walked up to the factory director and announced his decision.
"Although your equipment is a little behind and looks a little shabby, it is still usable. It is really a pity that it exploded like this."
Hearing that the corps commander planned to let go of these machine factory directors, he immediately became happy. However, before he could be happy, the man in front of him spoke immediately.
"So we decided not to blow up the ones that can be moved, but only to blow up those that can't be moved. You can pick a few knowledgeable engineers for us and let them help us, which will also save everyone's time.
I have never heard such a shameless request, and it was made so naturally, the factory director said with a sad face.
"You can take me with you.
I didn't expect this guy to be so smart. Quan Shui looked at him in surprise, a cheerful smile appeared on his face, and he patted his shoulder hard.
"Yes, no problem! I'm glad you are willing to abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side. We can help you take your family away with you."
Director ""
Instead of looking at the confused factory director, Quanshui gave me the darkest look and said specifically in human couplet, "Follow this factory director to his home and remember to be polite."
I gave a quick hey and tightened the rifle on my back. "Okay!"
"
Cleaning out the cable tangled in the propeller took longer than expected.
The Heart of Steel stopped for nearly 20 hours 70 kilometers east of Falcon City, and finally arrived at Falcon City before dusk the next day. "Sorry, dear administrator, for keeping you waiting.
Already."
Standing in front of Chu Guang, the acting captain said awkwardly
road.
When the manager asked him before, he confidently said that it could be repaired in twelve hours, but it turned out that the steel cable was more stubborn than he thought.
In particular, the airship continued to slide forward for a while under the action of inertia, causing the spiral to rotate in the opposite direction and disturb the steel cable, so that their engineers had to endure the cold wind for a few more hours. "It doesn't matter, it's just a little bit.
It's a little late." Looking at the nearby Falcon City, Chu Guang, who was in a good mood, narrowed his eyes slightly and continued in a pleasant tone.
"But remember it next time. When I ask you, give me the most confident answer." The captain stood up straight with a solemn expression, his right fist pressed against his chest.
"yes"
It has only been a few months since the Alliance got the Heart of Steel. The crew on the airship were even drawn from the army and air force. It is normal for them to be unskilled in business. Chu Guang had no intention of criticizing these hard-working subordinates. But he likes to brag.
We must get rid of our bad habits, and we must not take a narrow path like those people in Weiland.
Only by understanding the truest situation can he make the most reasonable judgment possible. This is why he chose to go to the front line with his players. Standing next to him, McClun was in a mixed mood. It was only now that he finally understood the alliance.
plan. But what made him feel most complicated was not the strategic adventure of the Alliance, but the fact that his Heart of Steel could still be used in this way.
Especially the glider siege tactic was an eye-opener for him.
Looking at the bridge so close, McClun suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.
This is undoubtedly his Heart of Steel, but he can no longer remember the original appearance of this boat. It has completely transformed into the shape of the Alliance. The bridge of the Heart of Steel overlooks Falcon City.
At the same time, the residents of the city and the princes and nobles were also looking up at the behemoth floating above the clouds.
The shadows cast from the sky even covered the entire city in front of the castle.
Sitting on his throne in the castle court, King Montgoth
He looked straight out the window at the approaching airship. It seemed to have started after the hanging at noon.
He suddenly realized that although he was still sitting on the throne, he had lost control of the royal capital—and even the entire kingdom. First of all, the nobles were moving away from him intentionally or unintentionally.
And the people who want to please the Alliance are not even just the nobles.
Even the servants in the castle and even the pet dog he kept in the castle began to wag their tails towards the "new master".
Thinking of this, King Mongot's lips couldn't help but curl up with a hint of self-mockery. Speaking of which, it seemed like this was the case when the Wilantes came.
What an irony!
At this time, Myrdal slowly walked in from outside. "Your Majesty."
Mongot looked at him and suddenly sighed softly. Myrdal knelt on the ground and said respectfully, "You will always be my majesty." Mongot nodded happily.
"Very well, tell me what you have to report today." Myrdal stared at the ground with a complicated expression for a long time, and then slowly said.
"The administrator of the alliance will arrive at the castle in two hours. It may appear more sincere if you go to greet him outside the castle in person." Mongot's face stiffened slightly.
Although I know that Myrdal is doing it for his own good, if
Today's situation still made him feel as if all kinds of emotions were overturned in his heart. He was silent for a long time.
He held the armrests with both hands and slowly stood up from the throne. His trembling movements were as if he had aged more than ten years overnight...from a majestic emperor to a dying old man.
"I understand."
At the same time that the Heart of Steel entered the Falcon Capital, in the vast desert of the Far West, an airship no less big than the Heart of Steel was slowly advancing.
Its name is "Judgment" and it comes from the distant city of Triumph.
Compared to the Heart of Steel, its firepower is inferior
Many of them have neither the 400mm main gun nor the reserved space for installing the front pod.
However, although its ability to support the ground is slightly inferior, it will never be at a disadvantage if it is faced with an airship of the same type.
The "phase energy rectifier" installed on the belly of the airship can emit "quark gluon slurry" wrapped in a gravitational field.
Although that thing is not very lethal and has a short existence time, it can effectively paralyze deflection shields and anti-gravity devices, which use "gravitons" and "gravitational field interference" as the core principles. Its effect will be
It is much more direct than emp, and difficult to defend through simple conventional means such as "Faraday Cage".
Weapons used in the aerospace field have long been "outdated".
Especially when dealing with alien species and mutants,
very
It's not even as effective as black gunpowder.
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 be put to use.
In fact, strictly speaking, it only threatens the legion's own airships. After all, a shield of the size of the Holy Shield system is not at the same level as this ship-borne weapon in terms of power. There are very few in Triumph City.
Send airships like the "Judge" to the front line, unless there are special circumstances where the "phaser gun" may be used.
Such as now.
Although it set off a month later than the supplies sent to the front line, the airship arrived a few days earlier than those slow trucks. There were two people standing in front of the French window of the bridge. The one on the left had a thick beard, and the corner of his right eye
There was a burn scar on the lower part of his body, and his face looked very vicious.
His name is Joseph, and he is the general of the Eastern Army. He was sent to take over Griffin's position as the commander-in-chief of Luoxia Province.
The identity of the other one is even more incredible. He is the governor of Luoxia Province personally appointed by His Majesty the Marshal. Although he only needs to oversee an oasis of less than 70,000 square kilometers.
The two were chatting in a normal tone, but their words were testing each other. "I don't dislike the expansionists, I even sympathize with them, but their stupidity is also a fact. We have been dragged into a war."
A dangerous and useless war." "Then what do you think we should do?" Joseph looked sideways at the Governor-General next to him and asked. Cohen continued expressionlessly.
"They should strengthen their control over their vassals and try to avoid direct conflicts with enterprises on the east coast before completely occupying the Sunset Province. In fact, if they hadn't greedily wanted to eat the Pioneer and Vault 0 together, they would have
I won't end up like this.
Joseph's eyebrows twitched involuntarily.
"Then are we going to sit back and watch the company get Shelter 0?"
Cohen did not answer the 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 a few more black boxes. The Marshal also thinks the same.
If Vault 0 was really so important, he wouldn't be the one here today. Joseph was slightly disappointed.
He still couldn't read His Majesty the Marshal's thoughts through this guy.
I know there will be no results if I continue to ask.
He simply said bluntly, "Then which faction are you?"
Cohen replied succinctly.
"I do not belong to any faction. I will always stand on the side of His Majesty the Marshal. His Majesty the Marshal's position is my position.
Standing behind the two of them, Captain Adria found awkwardly that he couldn't get a word in at all and could only pass the time by looking at the scenery outside the bridge.
A four-star general and a five-star governor, no matter which one they are, their status and backing are far beyond that of a three-star captain. At this time, his adjutant trotted over and got close to him.
He whispered something into his ear. "Heart of Steel is over Falcon City."
There was a surprised expression on Adria's face. "McCron is still alive," the adjutant said with an ugly expression.
"I don't know, there's a flag I haven't seen before." Adria thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Leave it to me.
With that said, he walked up to the two big men and said in a deep voice.
"Sir, Falcon City is ahead. The Heart of Steel is over Falcon City. Judging from the flag it is flying, it should be people from the Alliance." Cohen frowned.
In order to make herself feel a little bit more present, Adria continued respectfully. "Do you want to fire?"
Joseph glanced at him and said jokingly, "I have an idea.
Adria was stunned for a moment and looked at him blankly, not understanding what the general meant.
Looking at the boundless sea of sand and the looming outline at the end of the sea outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Cohen continued to order expressionlessly.
"Slow down." Whether you want to fight or not, you have to figure out the situation over there first. At the same time, in the boundless yellow sand, a silver-gray powered armor slowly raised its head and turned its gaze to the person ahead.
A ray of sunshine swallowed up by rolling yellow sand.
His eyes did not focus on the black clouds that looked like a collapsed building, but looked through the black clouds.
Looking at the "Sky Fortress" that was moving forward, Yunsong's face gradually showed a trace of solemnity. "The people from Triumph City are here.
"
The android soldier following him nodded slowly. "Ah..." It's been a century and a half.