Chapter 329: Enemy at the Gate
After hearing Chu Guang's words, Bagro was stunned for two seconds and said hesitantly.
"Agreed means..."
Chu Guang continued to ask.
"Most of the prisoners of war we captured from the legion are from the 210,000th expeditionary force, that is, the subordinates of the ten thousand-man commander named Dillon. They claim to follow their superiors to join the Bone Chewing Tribe... So you are also a subordinate of Dillon?"
Bagro shook his head and said.
"I used to belong to the 140,000th team..."
"I know," Chu Guang looked into his eyes and went straight to the point, "What makes me curious is how you became the tank commander of the Ya clan."
Seems to be lost in memory.
Bagro paused for a moment and spoke.
"About the year before last, the 140,000th team I was in suffered heavy losses in the battle with the Great Rift Valley. I almost thought I was dead, but I was lucky to survive..."
"You are indeed very lucky, just get to the point." Chu Guang glanced at the bandages on his body and continued.
"...I didn't go back to join the expeditionary force, and I couldn't go back at all, so I went to the Bugera Free State south of the Great Rift Valley, and found a job as a mechanic there, barely able to support myself. However, one day I went to the tavern to drink, and happened to meet my former boss, who said he wanted to introduce me to a new job."
"Driving a tank for the Predators?"
Bagro was silent for a while, but finally chose to confess.
"He told me that a friend of his got a batch of tanks, but couldn't find a professional driver. If I was interested in returning to my old job and training a group of professional drivers for them, they were willing to pay me a one-time fee of 50,000 dinars. If there is an attendance mission, there will be additional rewards, and maybe a chance to go home."
Chu Guang raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Then you went to Jin Ya?"
Bagro shook his head and said helplessly.
"That was later... At first he introduced me to a famous local arms dealer named 'Firestone'. I thought I would get a job as a training instructor and bodyguard, but they sold me and the tank to the Bone Chewing Tribe." Chu Guang joked. "So you are still a victim?" "I have no intention of defending myself. Reasons are not important at all, right?" Bagro said calmly, "If I lose, I lose. I lost to you and to my own arrogance... Now I am your prisoner, that's all." This guy has a strong personality. Chu Guang did not completely believe what this guy said, and he did not really care whether he became a predator voluntarily or forced. However, from his words, Chu Guang caught two pieces of information that concerned him. [The relationship between the arms dealers of the Bugera Free State and the Bone Chewing Tribe may not be as simple as business dealings. The latter is suspected to be supported by the former. ] And - [The Legion is very likely to be involved! ]
Although Chu Guang had heard about the Bugela Free State a long time ago, it was said that there was a group of merchants who handled the loot for the plunderers and sold them some good things in a survivor settlement near the Great Rift Valley in the north.
But Chu Guang did not take it seriously at the time. After all, Honghe Town had done business with the Bone Chewing Tribe before, and this kind of thing was too common in the wasteland.
Now it seems that this matter may not be as "simple" as he imagined.
Chu Guang casually wrote down this clue and continued to ask while looking at Bagro.
"The last question, what is the name of your commander? What is his rank?"
Although these were two questions, Bagro still answered truthfully.
"Kondra, the captain of the 140,000th expeditionary team... probably at the same level as Dillon."
Kondra, right?
Chu Guang said thoughtfully.
"I know."
Bagro looked at the recording device on the side, then looked at Chu Guang, and asked hesitantly.
"Can I... start?"
After turning off the screen projected on the inside of the helmet's eyepiece, Chu Guang nodded.
"Let's get started."
...
The next day.
After being tortured by the New Alliance's bombardment for a whole night, Jin Ya finally waited for the sunrise of the next day in agony.
The heavy rain stopped for a while, and the sky cleared up.
Jin Ya had people pile up roadblocks on the streets of the southern city to prevent vehicles from moving forward, and deployed the thousand-man team in half-collapsed ruins and alleys, preparing for a decisive battle with the New Alliance soldiers marching towards the city.
However——
The decisive battle that Jin Ya and his subordinates imagined did not come.
After the New Alliance's troops pushed the front line to the southern suburbs of Xizhou City, they stayed where they were, and even dug trenches right under their noses.
Of course, Jin Ya couldn't stand the construction of fortifications at his doorstep, so he immediately dispatched a reserve force of 1,000 people and ordered them to stop it and explore the strength of the New Alliance.
However——
Something that made him despair soon happened.
The 1,000-man team had just come out of the city, and before they even touched the New Alliance's position, they were hit by fierce fire.
Two quadruple anti-aircraft trucks were hidden on both sides of the ruins of the elevated bridge in the south of the city in the second half of the night yesterday. The front of the trucks were covered with camouflage cloth, and the muzzles were leveled and aimed at the city in the north.
When the group appeared in the field of vision, Brother Mole did not order to open fire immediately, but let them go forward for a while.
Until they were close to a distance of about 400 meters, the group finally discovered the abnormality in front, and Brother Mole put down the telescope and excitedly gave orders loudly.
"Hit me hard!"
Two quadruple anti-aircraft guns fired at the same time, releasing a fierce rain of bullets.
The series of "bang bang bang--" gunshots were like a curse that urged death, and the 20mm high-explosive shells fired in the air opened a rain of fire.
Under the cover of crossfire, the thousand-man team that went out of the city to fight suffered heavy casualties in an instant and was pressed behind the bunker and could not move.
"Ah ah ah--my leg!" The predator, who had lost a part of his calf, lay behind the rubble and cried out in pain while holding his knees.
At this time, several mortar shells fell on their positions one after another, which immediately made their situation worse.
The centurion on the side had bloodshot eyes, with anger and fear in his eyes. Although he wanted to cut off the heads of the blue gophers and make wine jugs, the fear of death finally prevailed.
He shouted in panic behind him.
"Boss! Their firepower is too strong!"
"Without the protection of tanks... we can't get through at all!"
The implication is --
Retreat.
However, their centurion obviously did not intend to retreat, and the order of Lord Jin Ya also left him no way to retreat...
"Everyone spread out and crawl forward! They have limited shells. If we rush to a distance of 200 meters, we will win!" The plunderer centurion who was commanding at the front line roared wildly, "Their mortars have already targeted us. If you don't want to die, move!"
"Who dares to retreat --"
"I'll kill him now!"
Hearing this, despair appeared in the eyes of almost all the plunderers.
In front of them was the muzzle of the New Alliance's gun, and behind them was the muzzle of their own people's guns. They were caught in the middle, and there was no way forward or backward.
Under the constant urging and intimidation of the centurion, the plunderers lying on the ground began to move forward in despair.
Looking at the front position, the Elf King Fugui, who was standing behind the half-bridge pier, looked at the mole brother who was directing the shooting and shouted.
"They are only 250 meters away from us."
Irena, who was standing under the bridge pier, was surprised.
"Good guy, they climbed quite fast."
The maximum range of the Iron Fist rocket launcher is about this distance. If they climb another fifty or sixty meters, the predators will be able to fight back.
Bullets are already whizzing towards this side, hitting the welded steel plates of the trucks and making a clanging sound.
The canyon escaped mole put down the telescope in his hand and waved his right hand back.
"Retreat!"
The two anti-aircraft trucks began to retreat.
The two trucks deployed in the rear slowly raised the muzzles of the guns on their backs, aimed at the predators advancing forward, and banged two 88mm grenades.
The shock wave of the explosion and the rolling dust that it raised replaced the firepower of the anti-aircraft guns, temporarily suppressing the advancing marauders.
At this moment, 150 strong men from the jungle corps rushed into the battlefield.
The marauders who saw the anti-aircraft guns finally drive away had no time to get excited, and the machine gun fire that came in pressed them to the ground again when they were just about to stand up and charge.
KV-1 exoskeletons welded with steel plates were in the front, and each person was equipped with an LD-47j light machine gun. The firepower was not reduced but increased compared to before!
Looking at the battle situation in front, the centurion who was commanding the front line finally showed a trace of despair on his face.
These people...
are completely devils!
Probably seeing the tragic situation on the front line, a signal flare was raised in the back. Looking at the two green lights rising into the sky, the centurion finally breathed a sigh of relief and shouted to the brothers on the front line.
"Retreat!!"
The predators who were almost crawling under the muzzle of the enemy wanted to curse when they heard this, but it was always a good thing to retreat.
The predators at the back fired forward to cover the brothers in front to withdraw.
However, at this moment, a silver cross flew over them silently and suddenly began to pour fierce artillery fire.
Facing the rain of fire from the sky, not only the thousand-man team that went out of the city to fight was stunned, but also the defenders squatting in the city.
What the hell is this? !
Before, although the planes of the New Alliance had shit on their heads, they could at least use their rifles to shoot a few rounds of gliders made of wood, especially when those planes were diving, they even shot them down once or twice.
However, the planes that came this time were different from the previous ones. Not only did they have no intention of coming down, they even fired directly outside their range of fire.
What the hell is this!
The thousand-man team that went out of the city to fight was dizzy from the artillery fire from all directions. They could no longer maintain their morale and fled backwards in a disarray.
When they left the city, they were still a team of 1,121 people. When they came back, they could not even make up two teams of 100 people, and there was no one who was not injured.
Looking at the defeated soldiers who were beaten to a pulp, the predators squatting in the bunkers and behind the windows swallowed their saliva involuntarily, and felt the same panic in their hearts.
Facing such a terrible opponent...
Do they really have a chance of winning?
Just then, a transport plane flew over the heads of the crowd, and the predators squatting on the street fled to the alleys, and the predators standing by the windows also hurriedly hid.
The propeller sound of the New Alliance has become a fear engraved in their DNA.
But soon they unexpectedly discovered that what was dropped this time was not a bomb, but a leaflet falling like snowflakes...
"...What is this?" Carefully picking up a piece of paper from the ground, Greyhound unfolded it and took a look.
The workmanship of these papers was very rough, with a line of words on the front and a picture on the back.
He was illiterate and could not understand what the words meant, but he could see the following pictures clearly. One of them showed a corpse lying here and there, and the number written next to it was probably the number of people killed. As for the background, it should be Songlinyu.
Another picture showed groups of captives, holding bowls in their hands and receiving food in front of a big pot.
In addition, there were several black and white photos printed below.
He recognized Dillon among them. There was a cross on the portrait, and there were Lion Tooth and Bear Tooth next to it... The other few were probably centurions, but he didn't recognize them.
These should be captives...
Greyhound's eyes showed a hint of realization, and also a bit of complexity.
At this time, a whisper came from the side.
"Becoming a prisoner of the Alliance can save your life... If you surrender with this leaflet, you can be promoted to the supervisor of the prisoner-of-war camp."
Greyhound looked to the side and saw a short man holding a leaflet in his hand and whispering.
Noticing Greyhound's sight, the man was obviously panicked and quickly hid the leaflet.
However, Greyhound didn't say anything, just pretended nothing happened and walked over, reaching out to hook his shoulder.
"What's written on this paper?"
The man answered tremblingly.
"No, nothing... just about persuading surrender."
Greyhound subconsciously asked, "Doesn't it say how to surrender? Just walk over with the leaflet? What if you get killed?"
The man looked at Greyhound in surprise, and then quickly glanced left and right. Seeing that no one noticed this, he immediately spoke in a low voice at a rapid speed.
"Just hold up the leaflet... Don't carry any weapons. The soldiers of the New Alliance and the guerrillas won't shoot, and you don't want to fight? We can work together-"
"Okay, don't say anything," Greyhound quickly stopped him and stared at him with a threatening look, "Just pretend that what happened today didn't happen. You didn't say anything, and I didn't ask anything. Do you understand?"
The man nodded nervously.
Greyhound patted his shoulder and turned back to his position. As for the leaflet, he quietly hid it in his pocket.
He didn't know why he asked these questions.
He obviously hadn't thought about surrendering.
However, when he saw the miserable state of the friendly troops who went out of the city to fight, he finally didn't have the courage to throw away the leaflet...
Just think of it as a way out.
Greyhound comforted himself in his heart and put the matter aside for the time being.
However, at this moment, a broadcast suddenly sounded in the city.
"... Plunderers of Xizhou City, the army of the New Alliance is already at the gates of the city, and the sound of the artillery last night is the final ultimatum!"
The loud voice echoed over the city.
Listening to the deafening broadcast, the plunderers looked at each other, and everyone saw confusion in each other's eyes.
Especially when they heard that the invincible Dillon had died in battle, and their proud tanks had all been destroyed...
This was far more despairing than the bombardment that lasted all night yesterday.
...
"These shameless cowards! Bugs! Cockroaches! Cowardly guys!"
The people of the New Alliance did not enter the city, but airdropped leaflets to persuade them to surrender. This was something that Gold Fang had never expected.
What he did not expect was that they actually set up a radio under his nose to persuade those weak-willed soft eggs to surrender.
Surrender?
These two words do not exist in the Bone Chewing Tribe!
"These dirty moles actually... used such despicable means!"
Tearing the leaflets in his hand into pieces, Gold Fang, who had vented his anger, looked at the subordinates who dared not say a word in the house.
"After you go down, check them one by one!"
"If there is any coward who dares to hide leaflets or talk about the things on the radio, I will peel off his skin and hang it on the window!"
"Also - keep an eye on your respective defense areas. If they set up the radio again, go up and tear it down immediately!"
Everyone lowered their heads in fear, not daring to say a word, and could only nod and accept the order.
"Yes..."
After coming out of the room, everyone's faces were gloomy, and they did not dare to stay here for long, and they hurriedly walked out of the artillery tower.
"The leader has gone crazy..."
Yan Ya glanced at the door behind him, swallowed his saliva and muttered softly.
Yun Ya, who was standing next to him, heard this and was so scared that he quickly made a silent gesture with his index finger, and then glanced left and right.
"Shh... Don't talk nonsense, do you want to die?!"
Yan Ya shrank his neck and immediately shut his mouth and stopped talking.
Although their leader was also cruel before, he was nothing compared to the current one. Last night, a man was hacked to death on his bed because he mentioned retreat. His body was hung on a lamp stand, and a sign with the word "coward" was hung around his neck.
Now the entire tribe, whether it is the direct line, the collateral line, or the external line, whether it is the minions below or the leaders above, are all shrouded in a terrifying atmosphere, and everyone is in danger...
When Dillon was still there, he could still persuade him, but now, this guy won't listen to anyone's opinions.
The idea of running away suddenly appeared in Yanya's mind, and even he was shocked by this idea.
He has fought all the way from the northern part of the Valley Province to here. He is also a man who has experienced many battles, but this is the first time he has such a cowardly idea...
...
Official website of "Wasteland OL".
As the war enters its end, more and more battle videos and screenshots are released, and the popularity of the forum is also rising.
Each regiment took turns to show off its own achievements. Not only did the players feel excited, but the cloud players who had not yet obtained the closed beta qualification also had a great time.
"Awesome! The Stuka is made!"
"The damn Stuka is just a dive bomb, okay?"
"Gunboat! Aerial gunboat!"
"It looks like a C-47, and a bit like a TB-3... but it's actually electric. What kind of battery can match the energy density of fuel?! And the aluminum alloy material is awesome. The recoil of the 37mm gun is not small, and it's continuous."
"Haha, I heard that it's set to be solid hydrogen."
"Use fuel cells to make propeller planes?! Awesome!"
"It's all solid hydrogen. Why not just use a hair dryer? (funny)"
"It's probably to save costs. I saw that in yesterday's battle, it seems that only one round of rockets was fired, and the rest was basically heavy artillery bombardment."
"I think it's better to develop tanks than aircraft. How about an electric T-72?"
"Solid hydrogen lighter? Otherwise, let's just use fuel oil. It's safer. (funny)"
Cloud players focus on those unscientific equipment and virtual technologies that are almost impossible to achieve in reality.
As for the players...
The focus is mostly on the gameplay and strategy of the game.
For example, the canyon escaped mole, who opened a post to show off that the surrender leaflets dropped by the new alliance plane were drawn by him!
But everyone obviously doesn't care about his painting skills, especially when he draws things outside the book.
The post quickly went off track.
Qiangrensuan: "Speaking of flyers, I did find an Easter egg."
Canyon Fleeing Mole: "What Easter egg?"
Qiangrensuan: "Hehe, I saw that some flyers were dropped in deserted places, which was a pity. I was afraid that the looters would not find them, so I secretly picked up some and stuffed them into the room where they slept. As a result, in the afternoon, I wanted to go back and take a look to see how the persuasion was working, but I didn't see anyone surrendering, and all five people in the room were hanging outside the window."
Fang Chang: "What the hell!?"
Ye Shi: "6666!"
Ya Ya: "Wait, why are they hanging outside the window? Σ(?д?lll)"
Makabazi: "Do I need to ask this? You are their leader. Seeing that your subordinates are actually thinking about escaping, you have to do something?"
Ya Ya: "So miserable..."
Stop talking nonsense: "What's the big deal? It'll be even worse if you get caught by them."
Irena: "Not necessarily. For Yaya, it might be no misery. Rounding it off is almost equal to not being miserable at all. (Funny)"
Yaya: "Get lost! (#｀д′)?╰ひ╯"
Mole on the run in the canyon: "Hey, the rat brothers are still vicious."
Elf King Fugui: "Queshi, this is too vicious. (Funny)"
Forced people to do something difficult: "??? What do you mean by vicious! I'm obviously kind! Are you polite?"
Edge paddling: "Hey, a gentleman can be killed but not humiliated. You've already touched their house, so let's give them a quick death."
Forced people to do something difficult: "I want to do it too, but the problem is that I can't beat them! T.T"
Garbage Picker Level 99: "Hahahaha!"
"..."
Night.
Chu Guang, who was resting in the tent, was browsing the forum through VM.
When he saw his little players describing the tricks in vivid detail, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
"... This is too cruel!"
Putting flyers under someone's pillow or in their pockets is not the worst.
There are also people who wait for the rabbit next to the building with the radio installed, and even install tripwire grenades in the corridor...
In order to stabilize the shaky morale, the predators had to bear casualties while taking risks to go deep into the weakly controlled urban areas to remove the loudspeakers tied to the wall, hidden in the wreckage of abandoned buses, and installed on the roof.
But they soon found that this was futile.
The local guerrillas were far more familiar with the terrain outside the Sixin District than they were. Often, they removed the loudspeakers in the north and installed the loudspeakers in the south.
It was like pressing down the gourd and it started to pop up again. They could only take care of one end and not the other.
The Burning Corps and the local guerrillas roaming around the city only need a loudspeaker to keep a whole team of 100 people busy for half a day.
The looters in the city were busy all day...
In the communication channel.
Ma Ban, who was stationed in Hope Town, reported the progress of his work to Chu Guang as usual, and also reported the situation of persuading them to surrender.
"... So far, we have received more than 100 prisoners. I was worried that there were spies from the looters mixed in, so I didn't take them to Hope Town, but placed them in an abandoned subway station in the east of the city. The guerrillas are watching them now."
After a pause, Ma Ban continued to ask.
"Do you want to keep these people?"
Chu Guang smiled faintly and said, "Keep them. We said we won't take stupid prisoners, and we can't break our promise. Besides, they are still useful. Those prisoners have to be taken care of by someone."
People are just a handful of soil when they die, and they can be used as dry batteries when they are alive. With the minimum living standard rations, not much food is needed.
There are still many resources that can be developed around Xizhou City. Someone has to do the work that most people don't want to do.
When this war is over, the number of prisoners of war will probably be more than the population of the New Alliance. It is not realistic to rely on the NPC Corps to manage tens of thousands of people.
Those who surrender first will be supervisors, and those who surrender later will be coolies. At that time, he only needs to select a few guards to manage those supervisors.
Those prisoners who surrendered first and those captured on the battlefield are naturally on the opposite side. In order to prove their loyalty and "uniqueness", they will work harder to show themselves and take the initiative to draw a clear line with other prisoners of war.
Probably guessing the intention of the manager, Ma Ban smiled knowingly and said.
"I understand what you mean!"
Chu Guang nodded.
"I understand, is there anything else?"
"There is one last thing," Ma Ban paused and continued, "Among the prisoners who surrendered today... someone brought a message."
Letter?
Sitting up straight from his chair, Chu Guang asked with interest.
"Whose message?"
"A captain named Yan Ya," Ma Ban said cautiously, "The messenger claimed to be Yan Ya's confidant, and they were responsible for the defense line on the west side of the Four New District."
Chu Guang glanced at the map.
The west side of the Four New District is connected to Xizhou Lake, which is a flooded shallow beach and swamp. The environment and terrain are dangerous and easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is precisely because of this that the Ya clan will probably not deploy too many people there.
But they will definitely arrange their confidants there.
Chu Guang's heart moved slightly.
"What else did he say?"
Ma Ban continued.
"The messenger said that their captain is willing to surrender to us and wants to ask if we can show him a way out..."