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Chapter 430 My friend, not everyone in this world is as simple-minded as you

"Grass……"

Looking at the messy military base in front of him, the man in bulletproof armor standing at the gate of the camp couldn't help but swear.

His name is Wag, and he belongs to the 3th team of the 9000th team. He leads a ten-man team and is stationed at an outpost about 20 kilometers away from here. He is responsible for monitoring the valley on the northwest side of Camp No. Following the signal tower.

An hour ago, he received a message from the 9000th team that the 530th camp did not report the security situation routinely, and did not respond to the communication from the command post. He asked him to take a look there immediately to see if they were communicating The equipment malfunctioned, or something happened.

Wag didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately took three brave men, rode three-wheeled diesel motorcycles, and went straight to Camp No. 530 for more than [-] kilometers off-road.

However, when he arrived at the military base, he found that it had already been turned into ruins...

"anyone there?"

He shouted at the top of his voice, but there was neither commotion nor any response from inside.

Wag raised his rifle nervously, swung his fist decisively, and led the three riflemen carefully through the camp gate and into the interior of the military base.

The streetlights on both sides of the road were all dark, and the power supply system here seemed to have been damaged. Except for the burning barracks, there was only a little thin moonlight left.

Moving forward along the fragmented road, when passing by the area near the garage, everyone's faces were not very good-looking, and they were blue and white.

One after another, the scorched corpses were lying crookedly, many of them were curled up together, and they couldn't even find a complete human form.

As for the garage with the door open, all the tanks and trucks inside have been driven away, and the supplies inside have been emptied, not even a wrench or a screwdriver left behind.

Wag swallowed his saliva, and led his riflemen to search towards the command post.

Soon they passed a checkpoint where there seemed to be a fierce exchange of fire not long ago.

Whether it's the collapsed sandbag wall or the corpses full of blood holes, it's not difficult to see how brutal the legionnaires who stood here an hour ago encountered brutal firepower.

The same goes for the mutant mercenaries not far away.

Those big guys either had their heads smashed, or had a big hole in their chest, and were blasted through by some kind of large-caliber weapon. It was almost impossible to find a complete corpse, and their death conditions were extremely miserable.

Even mutants with strong recovery ability can't bear it...

Not to mention those ordinary people.

"...Grandma, I bet, this is definitely not the work of the guerrillas and the Royal Army!" A rifleman looked around nervously and cursed in a low voice.

The other rifleman, who looked younger, was short of breath, looked around nervously, and muttered in a low voice.

"Could it be someone from the Great Rift Valley?"

Hearing the whispers of the soldiers, Wag looked around solemnly, and replied concisely.

"...We reached an armistice agreement with them at the beginning of the year. We cannot rule out the possibility that they will tear up the treaty, but it is not their style to go to war without declaring war."

With his subordinates, Wag moved to the gate of the command post.

The situation here is equally dire. The tents and partitions of the nearby barracks are covered with densely packed bullet holes. In less than [-] square meters of open space, there are more than [-] corpses lying here and there, and all of them are Weilant people with protruding noses.

Wag searched around, but did not find the body of the commander Piman. It was not until he searched the command post and the artillery bunker next to it that he found the problem.

"...the documents here have been emptied."

Frowning slightly, Wag recalled what the officer had explained to him.

Camp 530 is related to a major plan, which was formulated by General Griffin himself, and it is related to whether the entire war can end before the end of August.

Therefore, it is important to keep an eye on the status of Camp 530 at all times.

Without hesitation, Wag reached out to take off the walkie-talkie hanging from his shoulder, and pressed the button to say.

"...Call the headquarters, here is the patrol team of the No. 151 post, we have arrived at the No. 530 camp, the situation here is quite bad, I can't see a living person... I also didn't see the body of the military base chief, suspected of being killed Captured by unknown forces."

"Including confidential documents in the command post, munitions in nearby warehouses, and tanks in the garage... The bandits who attacked here almost emptied everything that could be moved."

His eyes were cruising around and searching, and his eyes suddenly fell on the rows of extinguished street lights, and the expression on his face gradually became unnatural.

For a moment, Wager suddenly thought of something, and his expression gradually became serious.

"All electronic equipment was paralyzed, including street lights, all went out, and the military base was completely dark. I couldn't find any electronic equipment that was still working."

"Although it sounds unbelievable, my intuition tells me... this is definitely not a simple power system failure."

After a pause of half a second, he took a deep breath and expressed his guess.

"Probably EMP!"

……

Camp 530 suffered a devastating blow.

Almost all the elite legions stationed there were wiped out.

and--

Suspected of being hit by an EMP!
After being reported layer by layer, the news quickly spread to the army's frontline headquarters in the No. 9 oasis, waking up all the senior officers from their sleep.

Battle room.

With his hands behind his back, Griffin stood upright in front of the strategic map, his vulture-like eyes narrowed dangerously.

The officers standing behind him were silent, looking at each other, exchanging disbelief and surprise in each other's eyes.

In the past month, their outposts and military bases have been attacked by the Royal Army and guerrillas, but those wastelanders who fought with fire sticks have never won.

Like today, the command did not learn of the destruction of the military base until after the battle, and it has never happened before...

Moreover, it was Camp 530 that was raided.

It happened to be there!
The staff officer standing next to him took a deep breath, broke the silence in the meeting room, and spoke.

"...Our planes have scouted the surrounding area and found no trace of enemy troops. After the attackers stole the supplies, they suspected to have hid in a valley 9 kilometers northeast of the No. [-] oasis. They should have built a cover there. Fortifications, our planes didn't see anything."

The atmosphere of silence was broken.

The surrounding officers also chattered into the topic.

"According to the information fed back from the nearby outposts, the opponent suspected of using EMP weapons to pre-emptively destroy the communication tower of the military base... Two possibilities, the Great Rift Valley got involved in the war, or the company increased its military presence in Luoxia Province .”

"Didn't they build an aviation base in Xizhou City, Hegu Province? People might come from there!"

"possible!"

Listening to the discussions among his subordinates, Griffin, with his hands behind his back, did not speak.

Compared with the tragic loss of personnel, equipment, and supplies, what makes Griffin even more unacceptable is that the battle plan he made last month was leaked.

Camp 530 is the logistics fulcrum for the next round of general offensive on the entire northern front. He doesn't mind the casualties of the followers of the vassal state on the front line, but he has to carefully consider taking down the Lion Kingdom without sufficient armor and supplies. How many casualties will be paid in the northern defense area of ​​​​China...

The Luoxia Province is not only honey badgers and lions, but also humps and golden lizards. If the Falcon Kingdom wants to conquer the entire Luoxia Province, they must control casualties.

otherwise……

What is gained is quickly lost.

"...It's a pity that our flawless plan was leaked. They can pinpoint Camp 530 and know where our troops are at what hour of the day."

Looking around at the people in the camp, General Griffin sharply scanned every face present, and said word by word.

"The strategic deployment of the northern route has to be adjusted...it won't be difficult, but I want to know what went wrong."

The room was eerily quiet, as if a needle could be heard falling on the ground.

Just when everyone was tense and tense, Griffin suddenly changed the subject and dismissed the topic lightly.

"Of course, I believe in your loyalty. The problem should be in a certain link below. I need you to keep your eyes open and find out the ghost."

Hearing these words, all the officers finally breathed a sigh of relief, with relieved expressions on their faces, they stood at attention and said.

"As ordered!"

"Yes, sir!"

Looking at the subordinates who raised their heads and chests up, Griffin nodded, his eyes drifted to the map hanging on the wall again, and fell into deep thought.

EMP weapons.

That is obviously not the kingdom's equipment, and there is a high probability—no, it must be the enterprise's handiwork!
According to the information registered by the Logistics Department, Camp No. 530 only took over a batch of supplies from the Bugra Free State two days ago, indicating that the Great Rift Valley was unaware of the existence of this supply line, otherwise they would have other ways to stop their vassals Continue to do business with the Legion.

Thinking of this, Griffin couldn't help frowning.

Didn't McCllen brag?
Was the Heart of Iron really taken away by reinforcements from the company?
If so...

Their troubles are probably not small.

……

On the other side, when the front-line headquarters held a meeting overnight to formulate a battle plan, a desert-colored truck stopped at the gate of the barracks where the headquarters was located.

After jumping off the truck first, Kerway glanced at the door, and his eyes lit up when he saw the officer waiting there.

"Fedil?! Great! You're still alive!"

Ferdil, an officer under General McLenne, has the same military rank as a high-ranking centurion, but he is a round older than him.

Looking at the dusty Kerway, Feder gave a military salute, walked up excitedly, and held his right hand.

"At the last critical moment, I followed General McKellen to board the escape pod, and escaped by a narrow margin...But you, it's great to see you still alive!"

The two have a good personal relationship.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be here waiting.

With a smile on his face, Kerway said with emotion.

"To be honest, I almost confessed that I was in the desert. The battlefield was chaotic at that time. I couldn't even make up ten people around me. There were still those barbarians chasing after me. I wanted to give up at one point... Thanks to this brother."

As he spoke, he pulled the Zhandi guy who had just got off the car to his side.

Fedil glanced at the man with a tanned face, noticed that the bridge of his nose was flat, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Who is this?"

"pangolin!"

He patted the shoulder of the dull-looking man vigorously, and Kerway grinned at Ferdir.

"Don't look at him as a wastelander, he is different from those people, he is a brave fellow... not only his skills, but also his loyalty to the Legion makes me feel ashamed. In order to make up for the travel expenses back, he is even willing Let go of the dignity of a soldier and dig coal in the coal kiln. If he hadn't inspired me, I would have died in the desert in disgrace."

Hearing the name pangolin, Fedil finally recognized the commander of the retinue army personally promoted by General McCollen—the ruthless man who killed the mother of Deathclaw by himself!

Along the way, McLennan kept talking about the head of the Mother of Death Claws, but it was a pity that he didn't take that collection away with him.

Unexpectedly, this ruthless man followed him, and led Kerway across the desert, all the way here.

Save a high-ranking centurion.

For the retinue, it can be regarded as a great achievement!

Fedil looked at the Zhandi and said solemnly.

"Thank you for saving my friend and bringing him back safely...I will definitely return this favor to you."

"You don't have to thank me, this is what I should do." The War Ground guy skillfully repeated what he had said many times.

"We are all doing what we should do, but for those who do particularly well, they should be given appropriate rewards... I will report your credit."

Fedil smiled, patted the pangolin on the shoulder, then looked at Kerway, who was also smiling, and continued.

"Come with me, the situation here has changed a lot, I will take you to the demobilization registration first, and we will talk about other things as we walk..."

Kerway needs to report first to restore his military status. After all, he has been missing for so long, and he is already half dead on the roster.

The Legion will go through some professional processes to verify his identity, not a fake clone or bionic person or something.

As for the "pangolin", it didn't need to go through so many complicated procedures. After the name was registered on the roster of the retinue army, it was left in the barracks of the logistics department.

It was now the middle of the night, and except for the light on the outpost, the camp was dark and dark, so it was not easy for him to wander around.

After waiting for a long time, a logistics staff finally came over, took him to a nearby cafeteria, and arranged for the cooking soldiers to cook him a big supper.

Glancing enviously at the epaulets on the shoulders of this Mr. Pangolin, the logistics staff said respectfully.

"Lord Feidil ordered me to entertain you. If you need anything, please tell me. Except for wine and women, I can't find anything else at this time. I can help you find a way."

The Zhandi guy looked at the young man's face, there was no obvious bulge on the bridge of the nose, and the slightly deeper eye sockets looked like a resident of the desert, presumably he should be a citizen of the Falcon Kingdom.

Even though he was hungry all the way, he was not polite and said directly.

"Help me prepare more meat, preferably beef. My meal may be a bit big, and the portion for ordinary people may not be enough."

Anyway, it doesn't cost money.

Wouldn't it be a loss not to eat more!

The young man laughed when he heard the words.

"You are an awakened one, please rest assured! Lord Kerway has already told me to prepare food for three of you!"

It turned out that Kerway had already greeted him...

Seeing the smile on the young man's face, Zhandi also smiled embarrassedly.

This is what it says...

As if he was a jerk.

After a short wait, the food came out quickly.

It consisted of a whole roasted beef shank and a basket of freshly baked loaves dusted with icing sugar and nuts.

Not only that, but also a basket of juicy grapes, red dates, and an unlimited supply of milk.

Looking at this table of food so rich that people can't take their eyes off it, the Zhandi guy couldn't help but feel a burst of emotion.

As expected of the canteen of the headquarters.

This Nima eats too well!

"If it's not enough, I can arrange the kitchen to prepare it for you..." The young man bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Please take it easy."

Holding the idea of ​​"Eat more for yourself, the enemy will eat less for you", the Zhandi guy sat down at the long table, and stuffed himself without hesitation in his image.

Seeing this guy eating so deliciously, the young man standing aside was so hungry, he couldn't help swallowing, trying not to look this way.

After a while, Kerway, who finally finished the formalities, also came to the cafeteria.

He glanced admiringly at the pangolin flaunting the beef leg meat. He didn't feel that this eating was rude at all. He pulled out his chair and sat directly opposite the dining table, and snapped his fingers at the young man beside him.

"Serve me a steak."

"Ok sir."

The young man nodded respectfully, then quickly turned around and went to the back kitchen.

After wiping the silver table knife, Coleway said casually.

"I wasted a little time when I went through the formalities just now. I didn't expect that as soon as we got here, we would catch up with big things."

Hearing what Coleway said, the Warfield guy swallowed the food in his mouth, and replied vaguely on conditioned reflex.

"Something big happened."

"Camp 530 under attack."

"Camp 530? What's that?"

"The logistics hub of the troops on the northern front is the camp we passed by two days ago," Coleway said helplessly. I'm afraid my life will stay there."

Hearing this sentence, the Zhandi guy almost choked out the food in his mouth. In order not to cough, his face turned red.

Good guy.

As soon as I sent the information up, the alliance immediately took its own information and handed over the military base.

This is pushing yourself into the fire pit!
However, Kerway didn't doubt him, and didn't even think about him at all.

After all, they had been in the same truck for the past two days, and no one would have thought that this guy who slept like a pig could send messages in his dreams.

"Will they...will suspect us?"

"Us?" Hearing this hesitant tone, Kerway was slightly taken aback.

Then he seemed to have heard some funny joke, smiled and shook his head,

"How is it possible? We just retreated to this area, and we don't even know the number of the camp. How could we possibly know the role that military base played in General Griffin's plan."

"Also, take ten thousand steps back, we only arrived there two days ago, even if the news leaks out immediately, our enemy will need time to verify the news, and then formulate a battle plan based on the verified information... It will take at least a month before and after. .”

Picking up the cup and taking a sip of hot cocoa, Coleway moistened his throat and said with a slightly solemn expression.

"Honestly, I'm a little skeptical about that guy named Adan."

"Adan?" The Zhandi guy was stunned for a moment, "But... why did he betray us?"

"Sometimes, you don't need a lot of reasons to do something, and it's not just him who I doubt, but all the businessmen from the Buguera Free State."

Coleway looked at the field guy and said in a gentle tone.

"My friend, not everyone in this world is as simple-minded as you."

"Those businessmen don't have any loyalty at all. They don't serve anyone. Their lives are just a pile of dung that they don't bring with them. They are just a shell without a soul. Today they can sell us to attack Spear, could sell the shield to our enemies tomorrow. I am grateful for his kindness, but I would not be surprised if he betrayed us."

The warlord nodded guiltily.

"I understand."

"It's good to understand, I'm really worried that you will be deceived by those people," Coleway nodded appreciatively, and continued after a pause, "I said before that I would recommend you to General Griffin, but what happened this time Well, I'm afraid we'll have to wait."

The Zhandi guy immediately said sensiblely.

"It's okay, my lord, I'm not in a hurry, as long as it's late."

I can't recommend him enough.

He didn't want to see the guy at this time either.

The battlefield guy believes that it is impossible for everyone in the legion to be as naive as this guy in front of him.

Especially that Griffin who is always called "Old Fox", I am afraid that there is more bad water in his stomach than himself, he is really afraid of being seen through at a glance.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Coleway looked at his good brother with concern, "I feel that your complexion is not very good."

The warlord made a fool of himself and said.

"It's a little bit, maybe it's the acclimatization... I've never been to such a dry place."

Kerway nodded and said in a relieved tone.

"This is true in the desert. You have to adapt as soon as possible. There is still a long way to go in the future. Sooner or later we will go to farther places."

The battlefield guy raised his spirits and said.

"I'll get used to it as soon as possible!"

……

Vault 404.

Seeing the news on the official website forum and the first-hand battle reports sent by the dead players, Chu Guang, who was leaning on the sofa and drinking iced cola, couldn't help but smile from ear to ear.

Dragging the scroll wheel with his index finger, he couldn't help but let out a sound of appreciation.

"It's worth the money!"

Whether it is the "Seagull" drone or the "Cerberus" unmanned vehicle, the performance on the battlefield has exceeded expectations.

I have to brag, the stuff given by "Fallen Empire" is really awesome!

Of course, thanks to the super-level performance of the players, the Death Corps, which is famous for its battle loss rate, only died this time.

In normal times, for them, this casualty is only a fraction.

"We have to take advantage of this battle to buy more goods!"

Including the R-36 "sanction" air-to-ground missile used by the "Seagull" drone, a single EMP missile directly turns the entire military base into deaf and dumb, and the unit price is only 25!
Then there is the white phosphorous bomb, which sells for only 10 Cr, and its killing effect on soft targets is amazing.

Although this price can't be called high quality and low price, it doesn't matter if it's the military aid budget and not my own money anyway.

To be honest, Chu Guang originally thought that the guys on the east coast would be jealous of such cruel weapons, but he didn't expect that he was too worried.

Leaning back on the sofa, Chu Guang looked at Xiao Qi sitting on the desk, and said happily.

"Xiaoqi, contact Wu Mu, the representative of Changge Group, for me. Tell him, that so-called 'Seagull' drone, I plan to purchase ten more!"

"Okay! Master!" replied energetically, and Xiao Qi obediently contacted the seller.

Chu Guang continued to browse the circle forums, and found that his "Pangolin" had just been launched, so he clicked on this friend Gangshui's post.

The battlefield atmosphere group: "Fuck! You are so ruthless, you hit me as soon as I left!"

Irena: "Is your identity exposed? Exposed, I let the mole draw the book for you. (Funny)"

The mole on the run in the canyon: "Get out! I don't draw that kind of book!"

Battlefield atmosphere group: "Expose a hammer! Fortunately, I was clever and fooled it. Next time, you should take it easy and at least wait until I go farther before bombing! By the way, the 530 camp you bombed seems to be the northern front of the Legion. The logistics hub of the corps... as the battle plan was exposed, the Legion's northern offensive was postponed, as I just heard from Colway."

Quit smoking: "Fuck! Awesome!"

Ye Shi: "666!"

Commander Quanshui: "Hahaha, in fact, I think the timing of this operation is quite good. Although the timing is a bit of a coincidence, but because of this, it is not easy for you to be suspected."

Fang Chang: "+1, the more important the strategic goal, the more careful planning is required, otherwise it is easy to go wrong."

Paddle on the edge: "Hey, don't talk about it, the group of friendly troops responsible for the feint attack got the time zone wrong this time, and the action was advanced by a full hour! Thanks to our rushing there in time, it would be too late if we were a few minutes slower. It was wiped out by the regiment!"

Battlefield atmosphere group: "Damn it, is it so real?"

Paddle on the edge: "That's right, the three wheels of the construction site guy are almost smoking!"

Construction site boy and Brick: "MMP! How dare you say that! (angry)"

Drum shampoo machine: "That's it! It's too fucking picky! Next time, the whole battery car will be worth it!"

Paddle on the edge: "Hey! Can you say I picked it up? You guys should think about the actual situation! It's full of sand as far as you can see. Where can I charge your bottle?"

The head of the Death Corps started arguing with the strength animals in the regiment.Several intelligence department players opened a new post, bragging with other players.

Especially in debt.

Operating the "Seagull" drone to scoop up French fries in the sky, he was so excited that he almost blew the power of the drone into the sky.

The only fly in the ointment is that the ammunition load is too small.

Before he had enough fun, the bullets ran out.

In any case, seeing that the "pangolin" was fine, Chu Guang was finally relieved.

The reason why he acted so hastily was to prevent this guy from being suspected, but now it seems that what he was worried about did not happen.

More than 800 kilometers.

It takes a day for the pigeons to fly.

There are no large-scale communication base stations or communication satellites. It takes two days to complete the information exchange and formulate the combat plan. No matter how you think about it, it is a bit whimsical.

After confirming the safety of the intelligence personnel, Chu Guang was not in a hurry to continue issuing new missions for him, but let him lurk.

He intends to use this pawn in a crucial place.

It's best to be able to take those big noses away in one wave.

As for now, it is not the time...

(End of this chapter)