Chapter 795 The Wilrantians who want to pick peaches
Time goes back to the second half of the night before dawn.
Just as the fierce battle between the Burning Corps and the Torch remnants was going on, in another abandoned city a hundred kilometers away, a bloody battle was entering its final climax.
Hundreds of "Conqueror" Panzer V tanks and their cooperating infantry cut off all entrances from the ruins to the wilderness, and also cut off the possibility of the bacterial variants in the Kingdom of Heaven to reinforce the city ruins.
Immediately afterwards, more than 10,000 Wilant infantrymen and tens of thousands of clone soldiers, under the cover of artillery, launched simultaneous attacks from more than a dozen directions, launching an siege against the remnants of the Torch Church and the mutant tribes trapped in the ruins.
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Judging from the map of the Prosperity Era, this abandoned city once belonged to a large city called Guangtian City, with a permanent population of more than eight million.
However, it is now the Wasteland Era, and the prosperity of the past has long disappeared. Only the rusty road sign still remembers its name.
After learning that there might be information about the Gestalt Life Project hidden in this city, Liam did not hesitate to remove the nearest 370,000th team to attack the enemy, and ordered them to pull out the 370,000th team before the alliance's landing force.
Capture it before you take the lead!
The attackers are the Legion's 370,000th team and a Glorious Army composed of 30,000 clone troopers.
The defenders are the "Flame" Knights of the Torch and the "Cripple" clan.
Although the name of the latter sounds funny, it is obvious that the mutants of this clan are not really cripples, and it is unlikely that lame people will appear given the mutants' ability to recover from severed limbs and regenerate them.
Even contrary to the funny name, the mutants of this clan are not cripples, but are natural hunters. They are active in the mountains and forests in rugged terrain all year round, and are extremely good at making traps and using high and low vision for sneak attacks.
In the initial stage of the offensive, the 370,000th man of the legion suffered a lot at the hands of these "cripples".
But this is only the initial stage.
Once the Vaillants discovered that these mutants were doing just a few tricks over and over again, the rest of the matter became much easier to solve.
When they encountered a possible ambush, they would either send clone troopers to test it out, or simply fire a few rounds of artillery shells to blow them up before moving forward.
The commander of the 370,000th Army was very cautious in making decisions, and gradually compressed the Torch's living space and activity area bit by bit through gradual encroachment, and finally forced all the latter into a relatively open area in the city center.
The battle lasted for three full days, during which both sides suffered heavy casualties.
However, the torch was in a dead end, and no matter how hard the troops trapped in the city resisted, they could only struggle to the death, which could not change their final defeat.
When the offensive entered the third day, the Legion had successfully broken through the last line of defense, and the tank's gun barrel had almost been stuffed into the nostrils of the mutants and the Torch Cultists.
The remaining 200 Torch Cultists and less than 1,000 mutants were trapped in an abandoned commercial department store.
I think the entrance to that research facility should be there too.
Not only that, the Legion also discovered a "stable" where mutants kept captives in a nearby gymnasium.
These prisoners were naked and skinny, and most of them had sores on their bodies and traces of torture.
Some of them were probably used for the mutants' enjoyment, and they were also fed a large amount of nuts. They still had a broken expression when they were pulled out of the dungeon.
The other part is probably an experiment prepared by the Torch Church for itself, or a "talent reserve". Although these people have not been fed or eaten, their mental condition is quite bad, and they have obviously been abused.
Regarding how to place these prisoners, there was a small disagreement among the middle and senior management of the 370,000th Team.
The traditional military aristocrats headed by Captain Favre believed that the stronger should control the trophies of the stronger in accordance with general practice...even if these trophies are defective.
Some new officers believe that the legion's dignity in the community should be maintained. After all, what they are engaged in is not a war of conquest, but a just battle for the destiny of all mankind.
There are also a few people who think that it is better to simply leave it to other forces in the Sticky Community to worry about, so that others can't find faults and the legion itself will save trouble.
The representative of this minority opinion is Pangolin, a "seconded officer" from the civil service group.
Although this man comes from the civil service group, his background is not small. He is a talent discovered by General McClun. It is said that he single-handedly hunted down a Deathclaw mother, which makes him a hero among men.
After General McClun's defeat, he led the Empire's officers across thousands of kilometers to avoid the Alliance's pursuit and interception. Finally, he successfully joined forces with the Legion's main force in the desert, and killed nearly a thousand Alliance soldiers on the front line!
With this achievement, he was promoted from a servant army to a regular army, and followed General Griffin to fight in the desert. It was not until the eastward expansion faction lost power that he switched to the civilian group.
This legendary experience was enough to fill at least two columns in Triumph.
And when it comes to this legendary experience, it has something to do with the immediate superior of the officer present.
The captain of the 370,000th team was Colway.
This person was the officer who escorted the pangolin back to the rear after overcoming obstacles all the way.
As for his promotion history, that is another legendary story.
To be honest, the battlefield atmosphere team also felt that this was a coincidence. The person who was sent to the front line for reinforcements happened to be an old acquaintance of his, and then he happened to be seconded there.
But this saved him a lot of trouble.
There is often a risk of being ganged up on when working under other Weirant people, but there is no need to worry at all when working under this person.
Because after all, they were good brothers who had been together through life and death, Colway had never doubted him even once.
Seeing the argument going on at the command table, Colway coughed hard.
"That's enough, let me say a few words."
Everyone fell silent and looked at him.
After a moment of pause, Colway slowly spoke in a majestic voice.
"...I think what Pangolin said makes sense. Based on our image in the eyes of the survivors in the east, even if we provide these captives with good food and drink, they may think that we are abusing those people. It is better to let them
Take care of it yourself."
Seeing that General Colway, who had been silent until now, stepped aside, Commander Favreau, who was standing in front of the command table, twitched his eyebrows fiercely and couldn't help but speak.
"General, I must remind you that according to the tradition of our Weirant people-"
"Then you go pick out a few."
Favre was stunned and looked at Colway in confusion.
"...How many to pick?"
Colway shrugged.
"If you think you like any of the captives, just pick them back and keep them. But I have to remind you that the marshal's rules are the biggest rules here. You must treat your servants well according to the standards of Triumph City. Don't expect to treat your servants well."
Just kill the person and that's it."
If when he heard the previous sentence, Favre was just feeling physically uncomfortable, but when he heard the latter sentence, the corners of his mouth had already begun to twitch.
Raise this bunch of garbage according to the standards of Triumph City?
If he really wants to do this, that would be crazy!
Seeing that no one raised any further objections, Colway rapped the table with his knuckles.
"Then it's decided, gather the prisoners together first, and then wait for arrangements from the relevant rescue agencies of the Sticky Community to see whether they should be sent to Weifu City or find them a new home nearby."
After experiencing the battle in Luoxia Province, or after getting to know the pangolin, his views on the Wastelanders have changed a lot, and they are not as extreme as before.
In fact, it was not just him, but also many officers of the eastward expansion faction.
After returning to Triumph City after defeat, they all seriously reflected on the reasons for their failure, especially thinking about where they had gone too far.
As many wastelanders commented, they conquered a large area of land that spanned the entire western part of the Central Continent, but in fact they did not solve any problems.
The cycle of riots and suppression of riots is always repeated in the territory controlled by the four legions. There has never been real peace in other places except the Triumph City.
He wanted to try to solve some problems.
He had no ability before, but now that he is the captain of ten thousand men, he already has this ability.
Even if there is only one star on his epaulette.
The matter of the prisoners came to an end. This was just the smallest episode in the whole battle.
Shortly after Colway announced the solution, the quartermaster brought everyone tonight's supper - two charcoal-roasted lambs sprinkled with cumin and peppercorns.
At the same time, the communications soldier stood at the door of the command tent and made a report, bringing news from the front line.
"...the commander of the Torch refused to surrender and said he would fight until the end."
Looking at the two plump lambs in the military tent, the communications soldier couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Colway cut the leg of the lamb with a dagger and replied casually.
"We respect his choice. Since he is actively seeking death, let him drown in our gunfire with his stinking delusions."
This battle has entered the final stage. Whether the opponent surrenders or not actually has no impact. At most, it will just dump dozens more corpses in the department store.
What the legion needs are Torch researchers, especially researchers who have relevant information on the Gestalt Life Project.
"Yes!" The communications soldier stood at attention and gave a military salute. He was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Colway.
"Wait a moment."
Calling the signal soldier to stop, Colway threw the severed leg of lamb over.
Looking at the surprised signal soldier who hurriedly caught it, he smiled heartily and said.
"You must be hungry after working so late. Eat while walking on the road. Don't miss the main business."
"yes!
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The communications soldier looked at him gratefully, performed another military salute, and then hurriedly took the order and left.
After watching the signal soldier leave, Colway didn't bother with any red tape and just asked everyone to eat while it was hot.
The officers in front of the command table were not polite. They pulled out their daggers and cut large pieces of meat, and started eating while talking and laughing. The tent was very lively for a while.
“This lamb is roasted well!”
“It would be even better with a glass of wine!”
"Haha, what you think is really beautiful."
"Wait until the war is over! There will be endless wine and endless meat at the celebration banquet!"
"That's really exciting."
Not participating in the conversation, the battlefield atmosphere team focused all their attention on the buffet in front of them.
As a high-level awakened person, his appetite can be high or low. If he just maintains normal body functions and eats seven to eight times full, three or four kilograms of mutton is enough.
If you really open your belly and eat it, you can fit two sheep in it, and you will have to go to the toilet a few times at most.
If he pays for the meal himself, he will usually take it easy.
But since it was public money to eat and drink, he didn't have to pay for it himself, so he naturally opened his belly and finished half of the sheep in a few clicks, which made Favre next to him dumbfounded.
Is this guy a pig?
When Favre came to his senses, all that was left in front of him was a sheep's butt.
His brows twitched fiercely a few times, and just as he was about to say something strange, the tent door was opened again, and another communications soldier trotted in.
"Report! News came from the reconnaissance force. An explosion was found 100 kilometers southeast of our headquarters! It is suspected to be an air strike launched by the Alliance Coastline Force!"
Upon hearing this, all the officers stopped eating and looked towards the door of the camp.
"100 kilometers to the southeast?" Colway frowned slightly, stared at the map and pondered for a moment, and found the location.
That is the ruins of Haibei City. The distance from there to Guangtian City is the same as the distance to the coastline, which is about 100 kilometers.
However, it is obviously more difficult to get to the coastline from there. After all, the tunnels built during the Era of Prosperity have collapsed, so you have to climb mountains and ridges to get there.
Apparently aware of the problem, an officer frowned and said in thought.
"Did the Alliance landing force advance so fast?"
Another officer standing next to him was also thinking deeply and said after a long time.
"I heard that they had just taken over Vault 182, and now they immediately changed direction and launched an air strike 100 kilometers away... What on earth do they want to do?"
"I don't think it's easy," Favre stared at the map for a while, narrowing his eyes slightly, "...the road from where the alliance landed to the area where they air raided was rugged, and at least one third of it was hilly.
If it is to join their main force, there is no need to take risks in this direction."
After a pause, he looked around at the other officers at the command table and continued.
"There is only one other explanation. There is something terrible hidden in the area where they air raided, and they don't want this thing to fall into our hands, so they plan to get ahead of us."
"I can even conclude that their action tonight is not just an air strike, there must be airborne troops following up!"
The officers at the command table were whispering and exchanging opinions, and they all felt that this analysis made sense.
The battlefield atmosphere team buried their heads and drank water, pretending to choke on the meat, but in their hearts they were sweating for the brothers of the Burning Legion.
The other officers present may not know it, but he knows it as clearly as a mirror.
The Burning Legion is indeed taking action there, and the big fish they want to catch is quite big. It might be the headquarters of the Torch Church in the entire Hai Ya Province region!
In order to avoid being targeted by the legions, they deliberately limited the intensity of the firepower they delivered. Unexpectedly, they still aroused the vigilance of these people.
He took a quick glance at Colway's expression and saw that the latter had obviously been convinced by Favre's words, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
The old man from Zhanjiang secretly thought something was wrong.
Even if the Weirant people find it, they won't dare to rob it openly, but it will always be a dispute in the meeting of the Sticky Community.
This is so sloppy...
Just when he was scratching his head anxiously, Colway suddenly turned his attention to him.
"I want to hear your opinion, Captain Pangolin."
The old man in the field smiled bitterly in his heart.
My opinion is okay…
What the hell can I say at this time?
Seeing that other officers were also looking at him, especially Captain Favre who always couldn't understand his identity, there was a joking expression in his eyes... as if they were expecting him to make a fool of himself.
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"My opinion is the same as that of Captain Favre, general." Although he was deeply reluctant, the field veteran still maintained his loyal and honest persona and said.
Favre, who was expecting to laugh at him, was obviously not satisfied with such an answer.
Before General Colway could speak, he said in a sarcastic tone.
"I thought I could hear different opinions... I didn't expect that once our pangolin commander enters his own professional field, he will only repeat what others say."
Some officers who were born into traditional military aristocrats couldn't help but chuckle a few times, and those who weren't laughing couldn't help but curl their lips in laughter.
Most of them have only heard rumors about this pangolin, but have never actually seen his abilities on the battlefield.
So far, the only trait they have seen from this guy is that he can eat.
But what’s the use of just eating a lot?
The big guys in the "purge" team are all just losers, but they are just losers.
The battlefield atmosphere team ignored their ridicule, mainly because they did not take the NPC's ridicule seriously.
However, although he didn't care, Colway glanced at Favre with an unhappy expression.
"Captain Favre, you should be more realistic. If you have a problem, speak up. If you don't have a problem, keep your mouth shut. Don't not speak up when you see a problem, and don't go against the grain just for the sake of going against the grain. What do you think?"
Seeing his immediate superior looking at him with a displeased expression, the sarcastic expression on Favre's face softened a little.
"I think... you're right, sir."
Colway stared at him intently.
"I hope you really think so. You should really learn from your colleague Captain Pangolin on this point. He will never object to all the ideas you put forward just because you don't like him."
"yes……"
Stared by that scorching gaze, Favre could only nod his head bravely, but Colway was not satisfied with his answer.
"That's the only answer you have?"
Favre took a deep breath, turned to look at the pangolin standing opposite the command table and said.
"I'm sorry, Captain Pangolin, I, Favre...I sincerely apologize to you."
The Battlefield Atmosphere Team could sense that there was less than one-tenth sincerity in his words, but he had no interest in embarrassing this guy.
"I accept your apology."
"Thank you..." Favre nodded slightly without looking at him.
"Very good." With the two men who had temporarily restored their friendship, Colway nodded approvingly, then paused and continued, "Back to the issue we just discussed, the Alliance made some small moves on our way forward.
No matter what they find there, we have to go there to take a look and get back what belongs to us... It just so happens that the battle in Guangtian City has ended."
When he said this, Colway continued to look at Favre.
"Captain Favre."
"exist!"
Favre stood up straight and waited for instructions.
"I need you to lead your men to march southeast, and be sure to arrive at the old site of Haibei City before early morning...The Alliance has already arrived there before us, and we need to expand our control area as much as possible before they find anything. Note
Stay! Be sure to avoid direct military friction with the Alliance unless they take action first."
"Yes!" Favre made a military salute and said with bright eyes.
Colway nodded, then looked at the pangolin.
"Captain Pangolin, you go with Favre. Your mission is to knock him out when he is overwhelmed by the blood and bring him back to me, so your subordinates don't have to follow him."
"Yes, General..." The battlefield atmosphere team nodded and accepted the order, but there was still a trace of hesitation on his face.
He still wanted to work hard and do something to help his old friends, but he had no choice but to do something.
Seeing that the pangolin looked like he had something to say but didn't know whether to say it or not, Colway said with a kind smile.
"If there's anything you want to say, say it quickly, don't hold it in your stomach."
The battlefield atmosphere team nodded, thinking quickly, suddenly thought of something, and said with an idea.
"I was thinking... it would take seven or eight hours at the fastest to get there from here. By the time we get there, I'm afraid it will be too late."
"My opinion is exactly the opposite of yours." Favre glanced at him and did not say any more sarcastic words. He just laughed and said, "When the Alliance troops are almost at war with Torch, we will arrive on the battlefield as reinforcements.
.At that time, not only will we solve their 'urgent need', but we will also be able to take the spoils away from them in a logical manner. And not only will they have no reason to blame us, they might even have to thank us."
"Haha, I think so about this too," Colway said with a smile, looking at the dumbfounded pangolin. "At that time, there were not many airborne troops left in the alliance, even if they wanted to send more people over.
Controlling the territory in our hands also takes time, and we can take advantage of this time to create some fait accompli."
Oh shit!
dirty!
These NPCs are so dirty!
Zhanji Lao kept complaining in his heart, but he had to make an expression of admiration on his face.
"So it turns out that I am lacking in talent and learning..."
"Don't belittle yourself. I've seen your abilities before. What you're good at is not sitting in a tent and giving orders." Colway comforted him with a smile, and then said, "That's the decision, you two.
Go quickly."
"yes!"
The two men responded, performed a military salute, and then exited the command tent.
Standing at the door of the camp, Favre gently adjusted his collar, glanced sideways at the pangolin standing next to him, and said with a half-smile.
"The general has seen what you are capable of. It's a pity that I haven't seen it yet. I hope to see you show your skills."
Feeling somewhat impatient with being annoyed by this guy, Mr. Zhanjie looked at him sincerely and said.
"The general asked me to take action when you are overwhelmed with blood. Are you sure you want me to show my hand?"
"..." His eyebrows twitched, and Favre finally resisted the urge to have an attack. He just glared at him fiercely, snorted coldly, and walked away.
Zhanji Lao followed him, but silently prayed in his heart, hoping that the old friends in the south would hurry up. He had really tried his best...
After marching all night, during which time they had more than ten conflicts with monsters in the Kingdom of Heaven, the thousand-man team under Favre finally arrived at the seaside at dawn after suffering more than a dozen casualties.
The edge of North City.
There were not many gunshots heard in the entire ruins. Except for the field veteran who was still lingering, the others involuntarily quickened their pace and moved towards the direction of the explosion.
Finally, near an abandoned concrete wreckage, the legion's thousand-man team completed the "reunion" with the troops sent by the Alliance to land from the Death Coast.
This was probably the first intersection between the Southern Front troops and the Northern Front troops.
Even if both parties don't want to see each other so early.
However, when they saw that the person leading the team was actually a battlefield veteran, many players widened their eyes in surprise.
"Fuck!"
"Good guy..."
"Battlefield?!"
Seeing that all the blue gophers were staring directly at the pangolin beside him, completely ignoring his real commander, Favre couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
"What are these guys talking about?"
Warfield Lao used his eyes crazily to hint to these dogs not to cause trouble, while farting without a red face and a heartbeat.
"I killed a lot of them in Luoxia Province... They should be greeting my family."
Although both sentences are true, when combined together they are farts.
Favre didn't know it and was stunned after smelling it.
However, this guy probably remembered a certain interview he had read in "Triumph" before, and after thinking for a moment, he nodded clearly.
"I see……"
But at this moment, his eyes suddenly turned, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.
"In that case, it's up to you to negotiate with them and ask them to obediently give up the land under their feet."