Chapter 1045 The prelude to the war, why don't we also join the 'Western Suburbs'?
Sunny Harbor, Lightning Wall.
The sky where the fog has disappeared has turned a little yellow.
A few mutated migratory birds flew past the urban buildings, and fled further away in a panic.
After the mist that protected them disappeared, those humans had the absolute upper hand again, and even the powerful radiation beasts hibernated.
It's not hard for their stupid heads to realize that if they can't wait for the next chance to mutate again, then the best way is to hide.
Otherwise, the bullets ejected from the cold muzzle of the gun will not feel good at all if it hits the body.
Commander Edmund standing on the wall did not talk to his lieutenants, and even chose to ignore the strategic map hanging on the side.
His gaze was fixed on a thing that looked like an "air conditioner remote control" in his hand.
On it, there is a gigantic arrow pointing to
West!
"After the fog disappeared, our sense of the core became more accurate. It must be in the western suburbs!"
"It's very likely that it's either the Flat Beach Refuge or the Giant City Refuge."
The captain of the guard who was in charge of tracking down the lost core said repeatedly.
Each Industrial Core is unique and unforgeable coded from the beginning of production.
For the convenience of management, the code is not an inscription, but a small box similar to a transceiver.
It is tightly embedded in the core, and whenever the core is touched, it will automatically emit information.
However, the fog blocked the signal too strongly before, and the transceiver device could only roughly receive its message in the western suburbs.
But at noon today, the core sent another message.
This time the position is more accurate, if the distance between the two sides is not too long, it can even be located at a specific point.
“In the Western Suburbs”
Edmund's face was cloudy and uncertain, as if he was judging the pros and cons.
Beside him, several deputy commanders wisely closed their mouths and did not make any further comments on this matter.
Nonsense, the person who said he was going to attack the western suburbs has already been carried away to manage those homeless legions.
Not only have to endure the lingering smell of those bedbugs every day, but also take the trouble to teach them how to learn tactics.
Although it's not a head-scratching job, it's not as refreshing to stand here and scold Fang Qiu.
"We can't touch them yet. Yes, these people must not be frightened."
After hesitating for a while, Edmund came back to his senses and said again.
"The Western Suburbs Alliance is too far away from the city center. If we attack them rashly, it will not be worth the candle to cause chaos in the city's shelters."
"Since the core is on their side, it's fine, let them store it for us first."
"After cleaning up these brats in the southern suburbs, we will go back and let them learn the lesson."
There was a hint of determination and paranoia in his voice.
Maybe even he himself didn't realize that since when he lost his previous calmness.
There was silence all around, except for the sound of construction starting from the new city behind, there was basically no other sound.
Everyone held their breath, for fear of making Edmund angry.
After a while, when he was a little more emotionally stable, the Chief of Staff Jean next to him finally spoke.
"As far as I know, the gathering place behind the southern suburbs, the Pumpkin Kefu bunker, they have already filed an alliance application for the western suburbs."
"if."
However, before Gene could finish speaking, a trace of surprise and surprise flashed across Edmund's face.
"Wouldn't that be just right, I'm still worried if they're afraid to run away."
"But... will they think that we are afraid of the Western Suburbs Alliance?"
"Fear?"
Edmund's expression was a little dissatisfied.
This kind of statement seems to make the Clear Harbor Refuge bear the stigma because of his decision-making.
To be reasonable, do people in this city really think that the Clear Harbor Refuge is afraid of the cooperation of the three ordinary refuges? The gap in strength between the two is so great that it is impossible to catch up within ten years.
Is it because of the defeat of the Rangers Legion last time?
If it weren't for the fear of scaring other shelters in the city, all the gophers fled, and there would have been only one shelter left in the city.
The other deputy commander also nodded in agreement.
"Pumpkin Bunker sent envoys to seek our protection before, but the attack of the Rangers seemed to frighten them. In the end, because the Western Suburbs Alliance won the battle, they turned there."
"I also heard that there are many refuges in the southern suburbs who want to leave, and then join the Western Suburbs Alliance to seek asylum and join forces?"
"Are you so courageous?"
"Who makes Liehu still have the fighting power? Their record against the Wanderer Legion is too impressive, and it has already made people fantasize enough to fight us."
"No wonder. It seems that many spies on the high ring road are sent from the southern suburbs to the western suburbs."
Everyone was discussing in a hurry.
Edmund frowned and didn't interrupt, but his mood got worse.
Maybe a real shot at the Western Suburbs?
What he wants is for all the residents of the refuge to join the Qinggang New City and rebuild the city.
If these people think that the Clear Harbor Refuge can't protect them at all, it doesn't have enough strength.
That's too bad.
However, at this moment, a commander's inappropriate words made him quickly stop this thought.
"Remember our helicopter, there are powerful radiation beasts near the Western Suburb Alliance!"
"If we really want to send troops there, maybe we have to think about these unexpected threats."
Everyone fell silent, all looking at Edmund.
Realizing that he had said something wrong, the commander instantly turned pale with fright, completely bloodless.
But fortunately, after Edmund got angry last time, he has deliberately controlled his temper recently.
Looking at the silent crowd, he nodded and said.
"If they think we are afraid of the Western Suburbs, let them live in a dream. We will not use force to prove the fragility of the Western Suburbs Alliance, but will only give them new owners when the time is right."
Hearing this sentence, the commanders standing around and the Chief of Staff Jean all tactfully stopped talking.
In fact, they don't think now is the right time to attack.
So what if he can win the battle with Xijiao?
Can they obediently send residents to the new city, become hardworking construction workers, and join the ranks of homeless people?
The haughty gopher guy doesn't think he's in the company of these bugs.
They must be made to deeply understand that everyone is a member of Sunny Harbor City first, and then a resident of the refuge.
"I've heard that Tiger Hunter is following our example and building a city above the refuge."
"He is very smart, not as brainless as the rumors say, and he knows how to study the most powerful shelter in the city."
Edmund dragged out his tone. The pictures taken by the drone flashed through his mind, and a smile appeared on his face.
How interesting.
It has only been a few days, and within one kilometer above the ground of the flat beach shelter, it has been bulldozed and turned into a large construction site.
The residents who came out of the refuge are working hard to build various buildings of different styles.
Even those roads and underground pipe networks that were broken by the war, Liehu actually sent people to deal with them.
Although no suitable road-building materials were found, the obstacles that were an eyesore were finally cleared away.
If those guys in the southern suburbs knew that Liehu had become like this, becoming the "licking dog" of the Clear Harbor Refuge.
"To deal with this kind of "smart person", we should give enough support and let him practice more."
"At that time, we can repair a little less."
Sunny Harbor, the southern suburbs.
A large number of legion squads came here through the Gaohuan exit.
The sky that had just cleared up completely exposed the traces of the radiation beasts in the corner of the city, and piles of conspicuous feces could be seen everywhere.
The stench mixed with the smell of excrement floated in the air, and it was difficult for people who smoked to open their eyes.
However, most people in the Wanderer Legion have long been accustomed to this, and many even bow their heads to pick up some feces with great interest and put them in their backpacks or pockets.
In combat, this is a good thing.
Especially when dealing with delicate gophers, as long as a pile of shet is thrown on their faces, they can instantly collapse the seemingly strong soldiers.
"Keep your fighting power, keep your concentration, keep your fearless will!"
"Remember your identities, you are the invincible soldiers of the Clear Harbor Legion, and the true warriors of this city!"
"Put your barrels in those gophers' mouths and let them know everyone is equal under bullets!"
The legion commander holding a loudspeaker is making a pre-war call, trying to awaken the fighting will of these people in front of them.
However, soon, he wisely chose to give up.
For the homeless, those who can be called upon by him are all the people who had a blood feud with the gopher before.
Even if he doesn't say much, this group of people will explode the most violent firepower when facing the gopher.
As for the rest of the wanderers, how could they have any fighting spirit? It was the result of a long time of training that they could continue to maintain their formation and not disperse.
Let them use an ordinary rifle, or a rifle that may go wrong at any time, to fight the enemy.
The commander felt that he had done all his duty.
honestly.
If he were to become a soldier and use such a weapon, he would definitely become a deserter immediately.
"Okay, you can go."
"Remember, we will replenish the supplies at the supply point at twelve o'clock every day. Only those who complete the task can return to the new city."
"You can run away, but I am sure you will not choose to live the life of endless hopelessness that you once had."
"Embrace a new life and prove yourself with honor in the flames of war!"
After the last scene was finished, the giggling wanderers were still able to maintain discipline and leave.
But within a few minutes of walking, more than 90% of the team immediately disintegrated into a pan of sand, and returned to their usual posture of galloping around the corners of the city.
Someone sat on the ground and began to gnaw on the dry food in the backpack, while calculating how many days it would take to complete the task.
Some people checked the rifle in their hands, for fear that it would get rusted and jammed again, but they could still hear the sound of frustration one after another.
Someone was cursing angrily, as if they couldn't wait to find trouble with the gopher.
But more people still walked aimlessly towards their destination, looking at the team leader from time to time to wait for instructions.
As the new captain of Team 48, Xia Zuo noticed all this, but did not rush to intervene.
The last time they attacked Jucheng Sanctuary, the defeat was too tragic. Only a few people survived the entire centurion.
Although the target of the new mission has now become the refuge in the southern suburbs, it is still the weaker 'Ground Flower Refuge'.
He didn't dare to underestimate it at all, and assigned his former subordinates to count the data first.
Soon, the vice-captain came back with very bad news.
"Of the 80 rifles we took out, only 26 were still usable, and the remaining 54 were all rusted. The 8 light machine guns were all usable, but the problem was that the ammunition for the machine gun was only half a box. The pistol There are 40 normal, and 15 submachine guns."
"To be optimistic, even if we can get new ones at the supply point tomorrow, there are only seventy people in combat."
A team of one hundred wanderers is equipped with 60 rifles, 100 pistols, and 40 submachine guns as standard.
Xia Zuo specially assigned people to snatch twenty more rifles.
But as a result, nearly 60% of the products were found to be rusted, and they were basically in an unusable state.
It is conceivable that if calculated according to the standard amount, only one-fifth of the centurions now have rifles in their hands.
"What about the other things, how about the rust?"
"Less than twenty grenades are working, and the remaining two hundred are gone. Only one of the six rocket launchers is working, and the other five have serious signs of rust, and the grenades are all wiped out. "
"What about hitting horses, let's fight the enemy with bayonets?"
"Why don't we join the western suburbs too!"
Xia Zuo cursed angrily without thinking, causing many homeless people around to nod in agreement.
Rust has been like a curse since the last war, haunting every corner of Clear Harbor Refuge.
Not only weapons and equipment, but even the spoons and forks used for eating on weekdays have been infected with this strange phenomenon.
As long as it is exposed to the air for a day, the surface will be covered with fine rust.
As long as it is not dealt with in time for three days, the rust will look down and cracks will appear inside, and the reliability will be greatly reduced.
According to the explanations of those researchers in the shelter.
This phenomenon is due to an abnormal reaction caused by a sudden drop in air humidity, and it will resolve automatically after a while.
Seeing that the sun came out, no one became suspicious, and could only complain about the inconveniences caused by rust.
And for the Legion of Wanderers who set foot on the battlefield, one of the main reasons for the lack of morale is exactly the same.
Weapons are unreliable, so it's still a snakeskin.
Even if the new law is changed now, the legion will not be held accountable for losing the gun.
But this broken fire stick is really hard to hold!
"Let's go, no matter what, we have to rush to the mission site and settle down today, and find a place where people can live."
"It's a long game until they can't help but surrender."
