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Chapter 401 Go to the front line!
【... I think this is our last chance. 】

【If we can't keep it in the River Valley Province and wait until the airship returns to the port to complete supplies and join the local ground forces, then we will face a crisis that is several times greater than the status quo. 】

Vault 79, Administrator's Office.

In addition to Chu Guang, there are more than a dozen people standing here.

A few days ago, when Chu Guang set off from Qingquan City to Ruigu City, he gave the order to move the headquarters to the front line.

In addition to Vanus and other staff members, all the officers of the First Corps, including Wrench, were also transferred here.

At this moment, Chu Guang was holding a handwritten battle plan in his hand. After reading the preface, he looked at the general catalog.

The entire plan has a total of 24 pages. It was written by Commander Quanshui, the head of the Storm Corps. The objective evaluation is quite good, and the plan is very detailed in both macro and details.

The plan divides the campaign into three phases, including air warfare, ground warfare, and the final landing battle.

Including what goals need to be achieved at each stage, how many people need to be invested, how many weapons, what to do if the progress is smooth, and what to do if the progress is not smooth, etc., are described in detail in the combat plan of each stage.

Of course, this plan was not completed in a day.

Chu Guang noticed a long time ago that the player named Commander Spring has been observing the airship from the moment the Stormtroopers arrived in Ruigu City, or from the moment the 400mm main gun fired.

Including its observation distance, firepower accuracy, firepower interval time, muzzle turning speed, detection efficiency at different distances, etc.

And these combat parameters are now listed as evidence in this battle plan, and the action plan at each stage in the plan is designed according to the weaknesses reflected in these data.

But even though the plan has been so detailed, the player named Spring Water Commander still mentioned at the end of the plan——

[The strength of the enemy and us is very different, our chance of winning is less than [-]%, and it is difficult to use the same method twice, we only have one chance! 】

[Since victory or defeat is determined by one action, there is no need to preserve strength. 】

[It is recommended to carry out general mobilization! 】

Turning the plan to the end, Chu Guang handed it to Vanus who was standing aside.

"What do you think?"

Vanus took the plan and flipped through it. It took a little longer than Chu Guang to read it until the end. After thinking for a moment, he gave an objective evaluation.

"It's well written, but I'm still a little humble. In my opinion... there should be a [-]% chance of winning."

As a commander of the clone corps, he has never been on an airship, and the detailed operational parameters of the airship are kept secret.

He can only analyze the past few public battle reports. The data tested by actual combat should be more than [-]% accurate.

The only advantage of the new alliance is probably only in intelligence.

After the Bonechewer tribe fled as birds and beasts, the Legion's intelligence network in the southern part of the River Valley Province was blank.

The Buguera Free State in the north may have the eyes of the legion, but it is too far away from here. The trade route between the new alliance and the north has just begun, and because of the rapid growth, a lot of information can be passed through the Buguera Free State. The legion's information is also outdated a few months ago.

The wrench standing aside frowned and asked.

"Is it only [-]%?"

Vanus nodded, and said in strict words.

"Well... In my impression, most of the battles that the Heart of Iron participated in were asymmetric warfare, or in our terms, suppression warfare. Considering this situation... they may not have combat experience in electronic warfare, but they may just It's inexperienced."

"With all due respect, it's a big gamble."

Chu Guang thought for a moment.

"Is it right to bet that the other party has never seen this kind of play?"

Vanus nodded.

"Yes, this is a crazy plan. I don't recommend you adopt it. But I have to admire your corps commander for researching the parameters of the Iron Heart so thoroughly in a month."

Chu Guang smiled lightly.

Capability is of course one aspect, but the key is that the information sharing capability based on the "morphological field" technology is too powerful.

Every player or cloud player active on the forum, no matter which professional talent or boss, can put forward his own analysis conclusion based on the information collected in the game, and the players in the game will verify which conclusion is more reliable .

Although many of the alliance's weapons are at the level of World War II and the Cold War, the information technology may still be above the era of the People's Federation.

After all, the "morphological field" that cannot be shielded or disturbed by existing technology seems to have been researched by the first-generation managers of Vault 404 after entering the wasteland era.

There is also verification of information.

Those are the players of the Stormtroopers in exchange for their lives...

After receiving the proposal from Vanus, Chu Guang stared at it and pondered for about 5 minutes, then suddenly said.

"I intend to adopt this plan."

Hearing this sentence, Vanus showed a hint of surprise on his face, looked at Chu Guang who had already thought about it carefully, and asked seriously.

"Are you... sure?"

Chu Guang nodded.

"Well, I'm sure."

Vanus couldn't help but continued.

"I don't want to pour cold water on it, but it will take a huge amount of manpower to implement this plan!"

"Even if there are not 1 people on that airship, it is still a team of 7000 people... If we want to implement this combat plan within a week, the most conservative consideration is that we need to mobilize at least [-] people within three days." people."

"Three days...is it too late?"

This is not his only concern.

Several other staff officers also showed worried expressions on their faces.

This is not a cowardice, but just out of strategic considerations, it is too hasty to set the time for the decisive battle within a week.

After all, war is not a game of chess, you can win or lose by putting the A chess piece up.

It takes at least one month of preparation for such a major battle to ensure the coordination among the various troops and the orderly progress of the various plans.

It was a month and a half of preparation for their decisive battle with the Bone Chewing Tribe.

Chu Guang smiled lightly and replied without hesitation.

"It's too late, three days is enough, mobilization is not a problem for us!"

He believes in his players.

Not because of the power given to him by the refuge, but because this is not his game alone.

The alliance is not the alliance of a certain person, but belongs to all the people who have shed blood and sweat for this land. When the alliance faces the threat of life and death, whether it is a farmer, a fisherman, or a player in business, everyone will Stand up without hesitation.

Not just for profit.

It is to protect "our world".

Mobilization does not take a week.

1 minute is enough.

"...In addition to mobilization, I plan to send in some mercenaries while sending out the regular army. It is conservatively estimated that the number of people participating in the battle can reach [-]!"

After closing the battle plan in his hand, Chu Guang put it on the desk beside him, and looked at the officers standing in the office.

Looking at those eyes that were boiling with fighting spirit, he paused and continued.

"How long should the trench be dug and where should the machine gun be placed? I'm not that professional in these tactical details, but there is a sentence in this plan that I very much agree with."

"If we don't keep it here, we'll have bigger troubles later."

"It has to stay here."

"You must stay too!"

Not to mention a [-]% chance of winning.

Even if it is a 1% chance of winning.

He will give it a try too!
……

After the battle meeting was over, Chu Guang sent Xiao Qi, who was far away in the refuge, the work arrangement for the next stage with a one-time temporary communication device.

The information of less than 10mb includes the content updated on the official website today, as well as the details of the general mobilization and the specific plan for recruiting mercenaries.

The second half of the content is mainly aimed at NPCs. Xiaoqi will translate Chinese into Renlian for him, and accurately convey orders to specific departments and individuals.

In fact, even without his mobilization, the players stopped their ongoing work one after another and gathered in the direction of Ruigu City for the new expansion pack.

On the other hand, the real world is daytime.

Commander Quanshui opened a chat post on the corps exchange section of the forum, and while attaching the battle plan, Aite called the corps leaders of each corps.

Looking at the IDs of the bosses in the post, Commander Quanshui was somewhat cautious when he typed and modified his words.

Or nervous.

After all, command ability and organizational ability are two concepts.

The former is about strategy and tactics, while the latter is more about worldly sophistication.

He probably got the beta qualification with [I'm the darkest]. Compared with those T0 and T1 players who got the beta qualification very early and had limited medals on their chests, their qualifications are still a little shallower.

In practical terms, it is the head of the regiment commanding the division commander.

This needs to be changed to another MMORPG, and it takes a lot of tongues just to coax these big brothers into obedience.

But fortunately, the server atmosphere of "Wasteland OL" has been good.

It is also thanks to the dog planner who is a good person and did not deliberately incite players to confront and compare each other for KPI. Liver or not, you can get a good gaming experience in "Wasteland OL". T0, T1, and T2 players are also mostly friends. Rather than the guild ecology of some MMORPGs-big brother, princess and licking dog.

The strategy is well written, no matter if it is a newcomer or a boss, even if it is a cloud player, everyone will give a polite thumbs up before taking it away.

Lao Bai: "I think the battle plan you wrote is good, just be a little more confident. (Show your teeth)"

Ye Shi: "That's right, what a [-]% success rate, I clearly have the advantage! (Funny)"

Fang Chang: "Professional things should be done professionally, it's up to you brother. (smirk)"

Gale: "+1"

Commander Quanshui: "Ahem, the bosses are overwhelmed... This is actually the first time I have commanded such a large-scale team battle."

Mole on the run in the canyon: "Hahaha, it's okay, Rommel was still a lieutenant in World War I! After this battle is over, you can be a division commander. (Funny)"

Paddle on the edge: "The Death Corps has followed! Just leave the most dangerous place to us!"

Chicken Killing at Midnight: "The Jungle Corps has also followed! (Proud)"

WC really has mosquitoes: "The ace pilot applied for the battle! (Dog head)"

Looking at the lines of replies on the screen, Commander Quanshui was moved, took a deep breath, poked his finger on the screen and typed back.

"Thank you! Thank you for your support!"

"The decisive battle will start within a week. I will assign the most suitable tasks for you according to the equipment configuration of each corps and the combat environment you are good at... I hope you can trust me and listen to my command in the team battle. I promise I will not betray your trust!"

Lao Bai: "It's okay to be polite, everyone is a good brother of the alliance, you just tell us where we need to go, and just leave the rest to us! (Show teeth)"

Paddle on the edge: "Flash!!!"

……

The next morning.

The tranquility of the outer city of Jushi City was interrupted by clear and hard-working shouts.

"New issue! New issue!"

"The battle situation on the front line is at a stalemate. The alliance has launched a general mobilization. Now we are recruiting mercenaries to join the battle. The rewards are generous and the opportunity is rare!"

Newsboys walking down the street shouted as they delivered the newspapers in their hands to newsstands, taverns and grocery stores, or stuffed them into mailboxes at customers' doorsteps.

At the entrance of the tavern, which has not yet opened, a large group of people gathered around a newspaper that was just out of the oven, chatting and discussing, it was very lively.

"The coalition army recruits mercenaries and gives 50 chips or 100 silver coins a day!"

"Hiss... half a month's wages for me!"

A man with engine oil on his clothes gasped. Judging from his clothes, he should be a worker in a nearby machinery factory.

Hearing such a generous reward, many people had expressions of excitement on their faces, and the mercenary standing aside couldn't help but said.

"Do the country bumpkins in the northern suburbs have so much money?"

The colleague next to him heard it and said.

"I heard that the Boulder City Bank has borrowed a lot from them, and those chips are stored in the bank, so there is no need to worry about not being able to pay them."

In the end, it was because the borrowed money was not spent, the New Alliance paid almost twice what Boulder City paid for The Wave.

Moreover, 100 silver coins a day is only the base price for a single mercenary. If a well-trained mercenary group signs up, the price may be even higher.

Hearing what his colleague said, the mercenary was immediately moved, and immediately looked at the guy sitting at the door of the tavern and asked.

"How to sign up?"

The chap gave a hutch and repeated impatiently.

"Isn't it written in the newspaper, just take the newspaper to the mercenary recruitment point in the south of Shuguang City to report...they will give you clothes and guns."

"Give me one!"

Without any hesitation, the mercenary immediately took out his wallet, threw a chip into the guy's hand, picked up a newspaper from the booth, and stuffed it into his pocket.

There are many people like him.

On that day, more than [-] mercenaries set off with newspapers and left the city for the northern suburbs.

Although bullets don't have eyes, they may not be any more dangerous than aliens.For these blood-licking mercenaries, it's hard work for anyone. Of course, whoever offers a high price will go there.

In addition to those ruthless people who dared to fight, the streets and alleys of Boulder City also discussed the situation on the front line.

All indications are that the stalemate will end soon, and a decisive battle is brewing in Ruigu City, 150 kilometers away...

While the residents of Boulder City were discussing the news in the newspaper, the newspaper office of "Survivor Daily" was also busy.

The editors who were busy sorting out materials and typesetting couldn't wait to bury their heads in the pile of papers.

Except for one person—

That person is Hal, the president of the newspaper.

It's different from the previous few days.

Sitting by the window, he had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, with a worried expression on his face. There were cigarette butts scattered all over the floor beside the stool, and his eyes lost their light.

Although the sales of the newspaper are booming, at this moment he is not happy at all.

Just a few days ago, his elder brother Kaliman came to Boulder City. While visiting him here, he also brought news of Luoxia Province.

With the support of the Legion, the Falcon Kingdom provoked an all-out war against the kings of the desert. The boiling flames of war have reached the No. 9 oasis where the Lion Kingdom is located...

And that was news last month.

With such a big incident at home, Hal has been anxious these days like an ant on a hot pot. He wanted to send a reporter to Luoxia Province to take a look, but no one took up the drudgery.

Going into the desert is a risky act, not to mention that there is a war there, and no matter how high the salary is, it will cost you your life.

Just when he was so worried that he didn't know what to do, the savior suddenly appeared...

"I'm going to the front line. The alliance should break into the desert. When I get to the No. 9 oasis, I'll take a look at the situation at your home for you."

Pushing open the door and entering the newspaper office, Fang Chang didn't exchange greetings, looked at Hal who was sitting by the window, and said straight to the point.

He carried a half-person-high backpack on his back, and a self-defense LD-47 assault rifle hung beside him, and even his equipment and luggage were packed.

Hearing this sentence, Halton was stunned for a moment, until the cigarette butt in his mouth fell on his pants, and then he stood up abruptly from the stool.

He walked up to Fang Chang quickly and held his hand excitedly.

"Thank you! Sorry, I don't know what to say other than thank you!"

Looking at the grateful Hal, Fang Chang joked.

"You're welcome, but it's hard to be a war correspondent, remember to give me double pay."

Hal said excitedly.

"Three times! I'll give you my salary too!"

Fang Chang coughed lightly.

"That's not necessary..."

He was also joking.

The bionic parts that have been tossed around for so long have opened up the market in Boulder City for the Alliance, and he really doesn't lack that little money.

Hal was about to say something moved, but at this moment, a surprised voice suddenly came from the side.

"Wait, what do you mean? You're going to the front line?!"

Fang Chang looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a pair of eyes widened in surprise staring at him under his short emerald green hair.

Noticing the expression on Dolly's face, Hal coughed lightly and tried to speak for Fang Chang.

"People are eager to know the truth, and some warriors have to stand up and go where most people don't want to go—"

"Don't say those hypocritical words, you're just worried about the situation at home, and you don't dare to go back by yourself, so you want to throw the trouble on others?"

Dolly stared at him and said sharply.

"This is called selfishness!"

It was quiet in the newspaper office,
Even the sound of flipping paper was quieted down.

Feeling the gazes around him, Hal expressed embarrassment, and said in defense.

"I am naturally also a part of 'people'... I admit what you said, I really dare not go back, and I don't have the ability, but I don't agree with you if you say that this is a fake public benefit. The residents of Boulder City will happen to Luoxia Province They are interested in things, they have been paying more and more attention to what's happening outside recently, and I'm thinking about it from the standpoint of the newspaper."

Dolly didn't listen to his sophistry, but looked at Fang Chang, her eyes fixed on him.

"Are you going to the front?"

Fang Chang nodded.

"Ah."

There was obvious reluctance and worry in those beautiful eyes.

She lowered her chin, and there was an imperceptible pleading in her voice.

"Can you not go..."

Hearing this sentence, Fang Chang smiled and reached out to rub her little head.

"If I don't go, this is the front line."

If people from the Legion came to kill them, how would they distinguish who was from Dawn City, who was from Boulder City, and who belonged to the Alliance.

They will take everything they can, burn what they can't, and make slaves of the dispossessed...

Just like what they did at Camp Fallen Leaves.

Feeling the temperature passing through her hair, Dolly's cheeks felt a little hot, but she didn't escape.

Biting the inside of her lips lightly, she finally didn't try to persuade her any more, but muttered in a very soft voice.

"I'll pay my salary next month, and I've agreed to treat you to dinner...you must come back safe and sound."

Fang Chang, who heard these words clearly, couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth.

He can be sure that of course nothing will happen to him.

As long as the alliance continued to exist, no matter how many times he faced death, he would wake up in three days and see the sunrise on the fourth day.

but.

He's not going to say those incomprehensible jokes on this special occasion.

Looking into those eyes, he answered solemnly with a very soft voice.

"I promise."

……

Whether it is a combat professional player or a life professional player, regardless of level and occupation, everyone has received the server announcement of the general mobilization and responded to the call for mobilization.

At the same time, the farm in the north of Dawn City.

Ma Kabazi jumped off the smoking tractor, looked at the old farmer carrying a hoe not far away, and shouted in non-standard Renlian.

"Old man! Please take a look at the crops in the field these few days. I will leave the key of the tractor here."

He didn't know the name of that NPC.

But after planting the land together for so long, everyone has long been familiar with each other.Including many farmers in the vicinity, they still learned tractor driving skills from his tiger brothers.

At present, Makabazi's farming level has reached level 6, and he is only 4 levels away from his dream manor.

Money is a trivial matter, and the crops in this field cannot be wasted.

The old farmer also didn't know his name, but he was no stranger to this strange guy.

He is obviously a noble refuge resident, but he does this kind of rough work with them, and he never tires of doing it.

Not only that, this guy values ​​the crops in the field more than his life.

A myriad beast came here from the Yumu area before, and when others saw the monster, they turned around and ran away, but he rushed up with a loud voice, picked up a hoe, and started to fuck with the monster, stunned. Get beaten and run away.

It was really hard to imagine what kind of things could make him leave the crops in the field alone and not come back for several days.

Looking at the young man, the old man couldn't help shouting.

"Where are you going?"

Patting the dusty equipment, Makabazi threw the backpack on his shoulder, and shouted with a smile without looking back.

"Go to the front!"

The old man carrying the hoe was stunned and asked subconsciously.

"Then, when are you coming back?"

"Come back if you win!"

Before the old man could answer, Makabazi had already hummed a ditty to the entrance of the farm, and met up with [Going up the mountain to fight tigers] who was waiting there.

Glancing at his sackcloth bag and the magazines hanging from his backpack, the tiger with his hands in his pockets laughed and joked.

"What are you doing with so many things? We fly the plane, so we'll be back in a while?"

I heard that the propeller plane could not survive for two seconds in front of the iron lump.

It's an exaggeration to say I'll be back in a while.

Three days are still needed.

Makabazi chuckled.

"Someone is flying the plane, this time we are flying a good thing!"

Interested by these words, Tiger asked curiously.

"What good stuff?"

Makaba raised his chin and said happily.

"tank!"

The moment he heard these two words, Tiger was taken aback for a moment, but when he came back to his senses, he was shocked.

"Fuck, have you ever driven that thing?!"

And wait.

Since when did the alliance have tanks? !

Makabazi didn't explain, and said with a smile: "No! But it's not important! I heard from the director of Factory No. 81 that it drives like a tractor!"

The tiger couldn't help but sprayed.

"It's so far away, isn't it?"

Ma Kabazi patted his good brother on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, that thing is not as difficult as imagined... I'll fool a strength-type animal to be the loader later, and then you will be in charge of driving, and just let me step on the accelerator to death!"

(End of this chapter)