Within the walls of the Governor's Palace, the towering gun barrels spurted thick tongues of flame and fired a 100-megameter high-explosive bomb toward the streets near the port.
Stepping over the shell casings thrown from the barrel, the loader skillfully stepped forward to complete the loading and closed the gun door. The gunner also calibrated the shooting parameters at the same time and was preparing for the next round of firing.
However, he just ran away with the match rope and before he could pull the match rope, he was slapped on the back of the head.
"Are you crazy?! Open fire at Tulip Heng?!" Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The officer strode over, grabbed him by the collar, and cursed him loudly.
There is Tulip Street!
No one who could live in that place could be offended by him! The gunner was so scolded that he stuttered in confusion.
"Yes, but they are right there..."
"That's not even——"
Before the word "Xing" stuck in my throat came out, three whooshing sounds came through the air.
Before he could react, the explosion of fire enveloped him with shrapnel, piercing him into a sieve, and flew into the sand pit ten meters away along with the wreckage of the scrapped 100mm artillery piece.
Overlooking the artillery position covered by explosion dust through the drone, the intelligence player standing next to the mortar position let out an excited shout.
"Direct hit! Cannon destruction!"
"Nice job!"
The strength animals squatting next to the mortar were greatly boosted in morale.
According to the coordinates provided by the observer, a group of gunners quickly corrected their shooting and continued to send supporting firepower to the friendly forces stationed on the periphery of Tulip Street.
Cannonballs fell from the sky one after another, spreading flickering flames at the end of the street and kicking up billows of dust and gravel.
Facing successive rounds of mortar bombardments, the Golden Gallen Harbor city defense troops who were attacking the Burning Corps defense line were beaten so hard that they could not even lift their heads.
Without the support of their own artillery fire and no heavy weapons to use, they left hundreds of corpses without even seeing the enemy's face clearly.
Traces of light pierce through the smoke rising from the crater, jumping freely on the street, and every flash of sparks is a living life falling into a pool of blood.
"dash forward!"
"Put the bayonet into their throats!"
"Wash our streets with their blood!"
The soldiers squatting behind bunkers and roadblocks continued to fall. In order to maintain the shaky battle line, the centurion commanding from the front shouted at the soldiers behind him, urging them to step forward and fill up the battle line.
Listening to the boiling gunfire and the continuous roar of mortars, the soldiers leaning behind the bunker could no longer bear the fear in their hearts and shouted loudly at the centurion.
"Sir! The firepower of those marauders is too strong! We need heavy firepower——!"
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a roar.
"There's no such thing! What are the guns in your hands for? Damn it, don't fire upstairs! I'm asking you to aim at people, but I'm not asking you to aim at the house -"
Looking at the recruit next to him with his gun raised, the centurion yelled, stretched out his hand, grabbed the barrel of his gun and pushed it down.
However, at this moment, a bullet flew over and shot the centurion right through the head on the spot.
"Boom——"
The pupils of his eyes were dilated, and the centurion fell heavily to the ground.
The brains and blood scattered on the ground startled the recruit holding the rifle next to him. He dropped his weapon on the spot and ran towards the back.
Seeing that their commander was killed in battle, all the soldiers could no longer control the fear in their hearts and abandoned their positions one after another and fled towards the rear.
In this way, less than ten minutes after a full hundred-man team filled the front line, it began to rout in an organized manner. Seeing the friendly troops behind them fleeing without a trace, the soldiers who were left on the front line unable to move could no longer contain themselves.
I can't help but feel the fear and despair in my heart.
Regardless of whether they were dead or not, they inserted their bayonets into the barrels of their guns one after another, roared to drive away the panic in their chests, and rushed forward desperately.
As it turns out, this is no different than committing suicide.
A 10-meter machine gun mounted on the third floor of a house facing the street was enough to kill the entire street. Thick tracers instantly knocked down the soldiers who were charging forward with bayonets in their hands to the ground.
The battle was a complete one-sided massacre.
In just a quarter of an hour, more than half of the 2,000-strong Golden Gallen Harbor city defense force had been killed or injured, and most of the remaining half were injured.
On the other hand, their enemies, a group of guys whose identities were never revealed from beginning to end, never retreated an inch from the start of the gunshots and still firmly occupied several streets near the port.
Looking at the mess scattered on the street and the corpses almost filling the craters, Captain Abinan, the commander of the city defense army, had horror written all over his face.
The fighting power displayed by the opponent completely exceeded his expectations.
If this trend continues, I'm afraid all the 2,000 people he has will have to be lost here!
This can't go on like this!
He shouted loudly at the soldiers in front.
"retreat!"
"Everyone pull back!"
The sound was like the rain after a long drought.
After finally receiving the order to retreat, the soldiers of the Xilan Empire, who had been struggling to support themselves behind the roadblocks and bunkers, finally breathed a sigh of relief and abandoned their bunkers and fled towards the streets behind them.
Seeing the Empire's troops begin to retreat, the Alliance did not continue to pursue them, but stopped firing and watched them disappear in the direction of the slums.
On the other side, the battle near the Governor's Mansion also came to an end.
Nihak was trembling as he squatted in the study on the top floor of the Governor's Mansion. Hearing the sound of gunshots getting smaller and smaller outside, he felt more and more terrified in his heart.
He knew very well who those people were outside. Even if they did not express their identities, those guys were definitely members of the Alliance!
It's just that he can't figure out for the life of him how those guys showed up here.
Could it be that when Dijean set off from Golden Gallen Port, the Alliance already knew about the upcoming attack on French Fries Port and simply sent people to wait on the Borneo Sea?
Where did the news leak out?
port?
Or... Tiandu?
impossible--
Nihak's brain was in chaos due to fear.
This fear was far stronger than when a group of guys calling themselves the Knights of the White Bear caused a disturbance in Golden Gallen Port a month ago. He could feel that the people who invaded the port this time were not some civil organizations, but serious regular troops!
Moreover, they were fighting back and forth between the Luoxia Province and the remnants of the legion’s eastward expansion expeditionary force!
He did not expect that the alliance's counterattack would be so fierce, nor did he expect that the counterattack would come so quickly that he would not even have time to move from the Governor's Mansion to a safe place. Holding his head, he let out a painful groan.
"Damn it, this was Duke Galawa's idea. Why are you coming to me? Go find him! That fool is in your Dawn City!"
The gunfire outside has almost stopped.
The panic in Nihak's heart became even stronger.
He stretched out his index finger tremblingly and opened a small crack in the curtain. Just as he was about to take a look at the situation outside, the door behind him was kicked open violently.
"FBI!"
"Anti-pornography!"
"do not move!"
A group of people burst in, shouting in a language he didn't understand, and in the blink of an eye, the muzzles of black holes were pressed against his head.
Nihak raised his hands in horror, looked at the black exoskeletons crowded into the study, and screamed:
"I surrender! Don't! Don't kill me!"
A player wearing an exoskeleton walked up to him, took out a tablet, took a photo of his face, and compared it for confirmation.
His identity is the governor of this settlement.
Putting the tablet away, Bai looked at him with a sniper and said.
"Governor Nihak of Golden Gallen Port, we suspect that you are related to the attack that occurred at French Fries Port the night before yesterday."
"According to the testimony of Captain Dujean and relevant insiders, the thousand-man team that attacked us was a ship on the Golden Gallen Port. Please cooperate with us in the investigation."
There was no trace of blood on Nihak's face, and he couldn't even utter a retort.
Seeing that he didn't have anything to say, I didn't bother to talk nonsense with him even though I was wearing a flute for free, so I just started to move.
"take away!"
Two players strode forward, picked him up from the ground, handcuffed him and led him out of the door.
The battle downstairs is over.
More than a hundred players who occupied the Governor's Mansion began to search the mansion carefully, not missing every detail here.
Honestly, the luxury here is simply astonishing.
Whether it's the majestic door, the marble floor tiles and the reliefs on the supporting columns, they all demonstrate the ultimate luxury. And it's not just luxury.
The electrification of the entire Golden Gallen Port is less than 1%, but here it has reached an astonishing 99%. Not only are there double-door refrigerators, artistic lighting fixtures, elevators connecting each floor and digital
There is central air conditioning, and there are even viewing rooms and conference rooms equipped with holographic systems.
Unimaginable.
These industrial creations actually appeared in a settlement where the vast majority of survivors were still struggling to survive near the food and clothing line.
However, this doubt did not last long, as the four players entered the kitchen and quickly solved the case.
"...Good guy, it's actually produced in Dawn City?" Looking at the trademark under the corner of the refrigerator door, the player with the rifle hanging on his chest had a surprised expression on his face.
His nickname is Yin Qi Yang Cuo, and his sequence is the famous version of Abandoned Son, Strength Animal.
The three teammates following him are [Reaching the Sky in One Step], [Half-Year-Old Snake] and [No Family]. Like him, they all obtained the qualifications for the closed beta test on the eve of the Huangsha Wanli expansion, and are now all at level twenty-five.
Six, it is considered the backbone of the server.
"I am the villain?" A family member whistled, with a hint of teasing in his voice.
Not just a refrigerator.
The ovens and microwaves here are actually produced in Dawn City Industrial Zone, and the trademarks left on them have not even been removed.
These industrial products that ordinary people cannot afford have obviously not improved the lives of local survivors, and may even make their lives worse.
After walking around the kitchen for half a year, he rubbed his chin in thought and said.
"It was probably exported to Camelback Kingdom, and then sold here from Silver Moon Bay."
No family member suddenly asked on a whim.
"How many slaves does it take to replace such a refrigerator?"
Reaching the sky in one step: "...Ten? Twenty?"
Half-Year-Old Wasted Snake: "It's too much, no matter what, a refrigerator can't sell for tens of thousands of dinars... I guess seven or eight should be enough."
A refrigerator in Dawn City only costs about 800 to 1,000 silver coins, which is equivalent to the price of 4 to 5 assault rifles. Most residents can buy one by saving half a month's salary. Even based on the minimum hourly wage, one month
It's enough to get ahead. But if you think about it this way, the survivors living in this settlement are indeed pitiful, and they are even worse than a refrigerator.
The four of them left the kitchen and entered the basement along the corridor, arriving at a warehouse that was probably used to store the Governor's personal collection.
Looking at the locked door, the four players had excited expressions on their faces.
"Stand back, I'll come!"
Finally waiting for the opportunity to show off, he accidentally took a step forward, spit into his palm, and then kicked the closed door hard.
Relying on the driving force of the exoskeleton and the strength of dozens of points, this kick actually kicked the door several meters away.
This is when the strength-based skills are best used.
By accident, he raised his eyebrows and was about to show off. Suddenly, there was a scream from the room behind the door. Several people quickly set up their rifles and rushed in, only to find two trembling women hugging each other hiding there.
.
They have beautiful looks, and their thin pajamas can't cover up their curvy figures, leaving large areas of snow-white skin exposed. They must have been in such a hurry when they wanted to hide here that they didn't even have time to put on a coat.
Seeing the uninvited guest who broke into the room, the woman with long flaxen hair shrank back and asked in fear.
"You, who are you?"
Several players looked at each other and didn't know what to do. They reported the situation here to the centurion, then looked at her and said.
"We haven't thought about it yet. We will let you know when we think about it... Are you the governor's wife?"
"No...I, I..." For some reason, the woman suddenly started hesitating and couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.
Worried about offending the people in front of her, the sister squatting next to her immediately sold her out. "She is the wife of Director Bihari... the director of the Port Guard Bureau."
The half-year-old fool: "?"
Reaching the sky in one step: "???"
A strange combination of circumstances: "?"
He ignored him even if he didn't have any family members, but soon his focus turned to other places. He looked curiously at the woman who spoke and asked.
"What about you? Are you the governor's wife?"
The woman looked slightly embarrassed and hesitated for a long time without speaking.
On the other hand, the wife of the director next to her, whose identity was revealed, glared at the sister in anger and said bitterly through gritted teeth.
"She is the wife of the director of the tax bureau, Gulamanji."
The two looked at each other, sparks almost sparking in their eyes. If someone hadn't been watching, they might have started fighting on the spot.
The four players looked at each other again, exchanging confused glances. After a long time, the half-year-old sighed and said with emotion.
"These guys are playing pretty perverted..."
None of the family members nodded in agreement and spoke in a critical tone.
"Please take me with you next time."
A strange combination of circumstances:
The discovery in the collection room of the Governor's Palace was just a small episode, and the two were temporarily sent to stay with Governor Nihak's family and servants.
Compared to the wives of the Director of the Security Bureau and the Director of the Taxation Bureau, the collection of Governor Nihak in the collection room was more interesting to the players present.
As a suspect in the planning and attack on Friesport, his property will be confiscated to make up for the ammunition lost that night in Friesport.
As for the extra, of course it will be distributed as mission rewards to the players who participated in the action.
However, to everyone's surprise, the governor's collection was not a mountain of gold, silver and jewelry, but instead contained some strange objects.
Some of them appear to be artifacts from the pre-war era, such as a well-made hooded T-shirt, an android from Prosperity Era 85, and even a relatively well-preserved vending machine.
There are vending machines and card-operated public coffee machines here.
In addition to these large items, there are also some weird and small items, as well as a large number of holographic cassettes and game memory cards from the pre-war era, etc.
The reason why there are so many things from the Age of Prosperity here may be Governor Nihak's own hobby.
However, what is puzzling is that such a guy who is crazy about the era of the Prosperity Era does not have the slightest yearning for that era in his heart.
Players can only try to understand.
Perhaps the governor-general is only obsessed with those miraculous technologies that rise to heaven and earth like magic, but he doesn't care at all about where those technologies came from. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why they are framed here.
But in any case, being able to harvest so many well-preserved pre-war cultural relics is a great achievement.
The Burning Legion was an absolute surprise.
The scientific expedition team will be interested in these things.
Whether it is for sociological or engineering research purposes, boss Yin Fang often offers high prices for valuable Prosperity Era antiques.
The players who had searched the entire villa gathered in the lobby, and Bai gave the team a brief explanation of the current situation and next step of the battle plan.
"The brothers of Team 1 have crippled the city defense army in Golden Gallen Port. The group of soft-footed shrimps have now withdrawn to the slums to organize a defense line and wait for reinforcements. The first phase of the offensive has been successfully completed."
"A new mission has been issued. The headquarters plans to turn this place into a temporary station so that we can monitor the urban area north of Golden Gallen Port. We will be active in this area in the next few days. In order to ensure that we control the area
, we have to do two things now, one is to strengthen the defense here, and the other is to evacuate the local survivors nearby."
"The opinion of the headquarters is that we can give the locals a sum of money to move them away from this area as soon as possible to avoid accidental injuries in a fight later."
There is no international law in the wasteland, but we still have to try to avoid civilian casualties, whether it is for the reputation of the alliance or for the smooth operation of their local operations. An intelligence player raised his hand.
Bai Guai took the flute and looked at him.
"explain."
The man said immediately.
"Where does the money come from?"
Bai Geidai continued concisely and concisely.
"Of course it comes from the pockets of our enemies. I was about to say this. The largest bank in this settlement is on Tulip Street. It is currently under our control. Dinars and Cr are coming to us.
There is some recycling value, but those Xilan coins are just waste paper. In short, we now have a budget of about 100 million Xilan coins to do this."
Everyone took a deep breath after hearing this.
"Good guy!"
"One hundred million?!"
"It would be cool if it were just silver coins."
Bai Geidai coughed slightly, interrupting everyone's surprised discussion.
"Stop dreaming and let's get down to business. There are about 500 houses that need to be demolished. It's quite troublesome... Which of your teams is willing to do this?"
As soon as he finished speaking, one hand after another was raised.
"Me me me!"
"Look at me, boss! I'm not afraid of trouble!"
"My house has been demolished before, so I'm familiar with this job!"
"Damn it! Do you want to pretend to do this?"
Everyone was vying for it. In real life, there was no chance to experience the feeling of drawing and splitting words for others. But in the game, there was a chance to enjoy it.
Seeing that everyone wanted to do this task, the leader Bai scratched his head and simply poked at the VM screen with his eyes closed.
"Something happened, so you go with your team and get the matter done as soon as possible."
Looking at the envious eyes of everyone, he smiled and did not forget to show off and show off.
"I am ordered to do so in danger, brothers, take the first step!"
Seeing how he acted like a good boy after getting a bargain, the players next to him couldn't help but roll their eyes.
"Get out of here quickly."
"Be careful of fellow villagers shooting you in the face."
"Tsk."
Seeing that these captains were so angry and angry, the half-year-old snake dragged this guy away from the crowd.
It is still difficult to occupy an entire settlement of over a million people with just five hundred people.
The densely packed slums are like intricate anthills, and the undulating terrain turns the anthill into a three-dimensional maze.
If you rush to send troops in when you are not familiar with the terrain, you are likely to be trapped in a dilemma because your troops are too dispersed and vulnerable to the enemy.
So before the battle began, the players of the Burning Corps discussed the strategy of the entire operation on the forum——
——Contract the combat area to the neighborhoods near the port. The most critical facility of the entire Golden Gallon Port is the port.
As long as the port is in hand, they
They can move forward and retreat at ease, and obtain a steady stream of supplies from the sea. Not only that, because the most valuable area of the entire settlement is in their hands, even if the empire's army wants to attack them, they will be unable to do so.
scruples.
And compared to the mud houses in the slums that can be kicked down with a kick, the houses on a few streets near the port are much more reliable as bunkers.
At the same time that the port area of Golden Gallen Port changed hands, the imperial capital far away on the west coast of Borneo Province was filled with joy.
Under the early morning sunshine, the convoy of envoys from the legion passed through the north gate of Tiandu. Under the welcome of the survivors, they headed towards the direction of the Imperial Heavenly Palace.
There is the palace of His Majesty the Emperor.
It was not only his resting place, but also the place where he met his ministers.
Sitting on the armored off-road vehicle, McClung looked out the window boredly at the people cheering and celebrating along the way, but he still smiled and waved to them.
It wasn't until he was tired that he closed the blinds on the car window and cursed to the adjutant next to him.
"Why are there so many people here?"
The black head could not be seen to the side at a glance.
The adjutant said softly.
"After all, this is the capital of the Xilan Empire, so it is normal for there to be many people."
McClun choked up his words.
"I know it's their capital, but so many people are outrageous...are these guys all rats?"
The adjutant coughed slightly and reminded him in a friendly manner.
"They are our partners...at least for the time being. I hope you can pay attention to respecting them a little bit, unlike when you were in the Falcon Kingdom."
The province of Borneo is considered the sphere of influence of the Triumph City Civilian Group, and the legion's external approach in this area is mainly to win over. This is an instruction personally given by His Majesty the Marshal.
The civilian officials of the legion have been operating here for many years. They have used the equipment that the military attachés are tired of playing with to exchange for many hard-working servants for the Triumph City. They have also sent a large number of useful servants to the Western Front, and even
Even the Xilan Empire is one of their political achievements.
He didn't want this muscular military attache to mess things up.
McClun said impatiently.
"knew."
The adjutant glanced at him in surprise.
This was the first time the two of them had worked together. He thought General McClung would be more difficult to deal with than he thought, but he didn't expect that this guy was surprisingly easy to talk to.
This was completely different from what he heard from his colleagues.
McClun ignored the guy, leaned back on his seat and closed his eyes to rest.
Since he was imprisoned in the Alliance for half a year, he seems to have changed as a person, from being arrogant and trustworthy to being much more gloomy and restrained.
Especially after hearing the news of General Griffin's death.
Whether he was frightened by the cruelty of the factional struggle or something else, he has been in a state of self-exile since returning to Triumph City, drifting away from the core of power.
Even though there were factions that kept throwing olive branches at him, he ignored them and over time became a marginalized person in Triumph City. Until now, he has not been appointed as the new airship commander.
And he is still a two-star captain of ten thousand men.
Until this time, the civil service group, which was also outside the core of power, extended an invitation to cooperate with him, asking him to serve as a military consultant to the strategic allies of the Legion.
Perhaps he wanted to go out and relax, so he readily agreed without much hesitation, but he kept a straight face the whole way here.
The motorcade stopped at the gate of Tiangong.
The officer who got out of the co-pilot opened the door for the two people sitting behind, and a towering tower soon came into view of the Wilante people.
The shape of the tower is flat, like an angular rectangle, and the wall is as steep as a mirror. The most shocking thing is not its magnificent outline, but that it looks like a book lying flat.
, floating ten meters above the ground in a suspended posture, with only an artificially carved marble staircase connected to it.
There is only one possibility to keep this magnificent building away from the constraints of gravity. Looking at the majestic "palace" in front of him, McClun narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Anti-gravity device?"
The adjutant of RUKP nodded slightly and said softly.
"Yes, its core is a cargo starship. You should be familiar with that thing."
McClun snorted noncommittally. "It's really a luxury to use this thing as a palace."
"After all, this three-million-square-kilometer peninsula is the only reserve, and the deserts and mountains have blocked them from too many things. If you stay here for a while, you will know what is going on. Being born here is
A kind of luck, but also a misfortune..." the adjutant said softly, when an officer suddenly ran up to him and whispered a few words in a hurry.
The adjutant's expression suddenly changed after hearing this.
Keenly catching the change in his expression, McClun raised his eyebrows slightly.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing. There is a small situation in the east of Borneo Province... But it's not a big deal. You don't need to worry about it. We will solve it through diplomatic channels." The adjutant looked a little embarrassed and answered evasively.
McClun's brows furrowed even more tightly, staring at him intently.
"What is it? I order you to tell me immediately."
The first level of official rank is overwhelming, let alone so many levels behind him. After all, the adjutant could not withstand the pressure and had to speak out.
"Union soldiers landed at Golden Gallen Harbor——"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw McClun turning his head and walking towards the direction of the motorcade.
The adjutant was shocked when he saw this. He didn't expect this guy to react so strongly, so he quickly went up and grabbed his arm.
"Wait, General McClung, you...what are you doing?!"
Turning his head to stare at this guy, McClun cursed angrily.
"What are you doing? You said you wanted me to come here to train the Empire's soldiers, but you didn't say you wanted me to fight with the Alliance!"
It's not that he's afraid of those blue gophers.
It's just that he doesn't even have a decent army at hand now, so he relies on this group of cannon fodder to fight against the Alliance. It's useless even if they give away all the heads, so he might as well just surrender.
Holding McClun's arm tightly and not letting go, the adjutant explained hurriedly, dumbfounded.
"You, please don't get excited. They only landed a team of a thousand men, and it was in the easternmost part of Borneo Province. We are in the west... and we have not heard about the alliance officially declaring war on the Xilan Empire. Among them,
There must be some misunderstanding!"
McClun stopped and looked at him suspiciously.
"Are you sure? There is only one thousand-man army?"
The adjutant nodded quickly.
"I'm sure! Our intelligence network covers the entire peninsula, I can assure you! Things are definitely not what you think..."
A team of thousands.
It's difficult to capture Golden Gallen Harbor, let alone get here.
Realizing that he seemed to be overreacting, McClun couldn't help but blush, shook off the hand holding his arm, and coughed hard.
"Next time, finish your sentence in one go. Don't squeeze it out like you're squeezing out toothpaste."
You didn't even give me a chance to finish my sentence...
The adjutant gave a bitter smile, complaining in his heart, but in the end, he was trying to save some face for the captain of ten thousand men, and remained silent.
At this moment, surrounded by ministers, a man dressed in luxurious clothing stood on top of the stairs leading to the Heavenly Palace.
A hearty and heroic smile came together with the overjoyed welcome.