Chapter 400 Go to the front line!
[…I think this is our last chance.]
[If we cannot leave it in the River Valley Province, wait until the airship returns to the port to complete the supply and join the local ground forces, we will face a crisis several times greater than the current situation.]
Shelter No. 79, the 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 out from Qingquan City to Ruigu City, he issued an order to move the headquarters to the front line.
In addition to Vanus and other staff officers, 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 outline catalog.
The entire plan has a total of 24 pages, written by Commander Quanshui, the commander of the Storm Corps. Objectively speaking, it is quite well written, and both the macro and the details are planned in detail.
The plan divides the battle 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 personnel and weapons are needed, what to do if progress is smooth, what to do if progress is not smooth, etc., all have detailed descriptions in the battle plan for each stage.
This plan was certainly not completed in one day.
Chu Guang noticed a long time ago that from the moment the Storm Corps arrived in Ruigu City, or from the moment the 400mm main gun opened fire, the player called the Fountain Commander had been observing the airship.
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 arguments in this battle plan, and the action plan for each stage in the plan is designed based on the weaknesses reflected in these data.
However, even though the plan is so detailed, the player called the Fountain 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 20%, and the same method is difficult to use twice. We only have one chance! ]
[Since victory or defeat depends on this one move, there is no need to conserve strength. ]
[It is recommended to mobilize the whole army! ]
After turning to the end of the plan, Chu Guang handed it to Vanus who was standing beside him.
"What do you think?"
Vanus took the plan and flipped through it. He spent a little longer than Chu Guang, reading it all the way to the end. After thinking for a moment, he gave an objective evaluation.
"It's well written, but it's still a little modest. In my opinion... there should be a 30% chance of winning."
As a thousand-man captain of a clone corps, he had never been on an airship, and the detailed combat parameters of the airship were kept secret.
He could only analyze the past few public battle reports. These data tested in actual combat should be more than 70% accurate.
The only advantage of the new alliance is probably intelligence.
After the Bone Chewing Tribe fled in all directions, the intelligence network of the Legion in the southern part of the Valley Province was blank.
The Bugela Free State in the north may have the Legion's spies, but it is too far from here. The trade route between the New Alliance and the north has just begun, and because of the rapid growth, even if a lot of intelligence can be transmitted to the Legion through the Bugela Free State, it is outdated intelligence from a few months ago.
The wrench standing next to him frowned and asked.
"Only 30%?"
Vanus nodded and said in a serious tone.
"Well... In my impression, most of the battles that the Iron Heart participated in were asymmetric wars, or what we call suppression wars. Considering this situation... They may not have experience in electronic warfare, but they may just be inexperienced."
"Excuse me, this is a gamble."
Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.
"Betting that the other party has never seen this kind of fighting style, right?"
Vanus nodded.
"Yes, this is a crazy plan. I don't recommend you to adopt it. But I have to admire your corps commander. In one month, he was able to study the various parameters of the Iron Heart so thoroughly."
Chu Guang smiled faintly.
Capability is of course one aspect, but the key is that the information sharing capability based on the "morphogenetic field" technology is too powerful.
Every player or cloud player active in the forum, no matter which professional talent or big boss, can make his own analysis conclusion based on the intelligence 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, information technology may be above the era of the human alliance.
After all, the "morphogenetic field" that cannot be blocked or interfered with by existing technology seems to have been studied by the first generation of managers of Shelter No. 404 after entering the wasteland era.
In addition, there is information verification.
Those were earned by the lives of the players of the Storm Corps...
After taking the plan from Vanus, Chu Guang stared at it and thought for about five minutes, then suddenly spoke.
"I plan to adopt this plan."
Hearing this, Vanus showed a hint of surprise on his face, and looked at Chu Guang, who had already considered it carefully, and asked seriously.
"Are you... sure?"
Chu Guang nodded.
"Yes, I'm sure."
Vanus couldn't help but continue.
"I don't want to pour cold water on you, but implementing this plan requires a huge amount of manpower!"
"Even if there are not 10,000 people on that airship, it is still a 10,000-man team... If we want to implement this combat plan within a week, the most conservative consideration is that we need to mobilize at least 7,000 people within three days."
"Three days... Is that enough time?"
This is not his concern alone.
Several other staff officers also showed worried expressions on their faces.
This is not cowardice, but it is just a strategic consideration. It is too hasty to put the decisive battle within a week.
After all, war is not a game of chess, where you can win or lose by putting the chess piece A on it.
Such a major battle needs at least one month of preparation to ensure the coordination between the various forces and the orderly implementation of various plans.
They prepared for the decisive battle with the Bone Chewing Tribe for a month and a half before they started.
Chu Guang smiled indifferently and answered without hesitation.
"It's in time. Three days is enough. Mobilization is not a problem for us!"
He believes in his players.
It's not because of the power given to him by the shelter, but because this is not a game for him alone.
The alliance is not an alliance of a certain person, but belongs to all those 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 trader, everyone will stand up without hesitation.
Not just for profit.
It's also to protect "our world".
Mobilization doesn't take a week.
One minute is enough.
"...In addition to mobilization, I plan to send out some mercenaries while sending out regular troops. Conservatively estimated, the number of participants can reach 10,000!"
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 pairs of eyes full of fighting spirit, he paused and continued.
"How long should the trench be dug, where should the machine gun be placed, these tactical details I am not so professional, but there is a sentence in this plan that I agree with very much."
"If we don't leave it here, we will have bigger troubles later."
"It must stay here."
"It must stay too!"
Don't say 30% chance of winning.
Even if there is a 1% chance of winning.
He will give it a try!
...
After the battle meeting, Chu Guang used a disposable temporary communication device to send the next stage of work arrangements to Xiao Qi who was far away in the shelter.
This less than 10mb of information 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 for NPCs. Xiaoqi will translate Chinese into human language for him and accurately convey the orders to specific departments and individuals.
In fact, even without his mobilization, players have gradually stopped their ongoing work and gathered in the direction of Ruigu City for the new expansion pack.
On the other side, it was daytime in the real world.
Commander Quanshui opened a forum chat post in the Corps Exchange section of the forum, attached the battle plan, and tagged the Corps Commanders of each Corps.
Looking at the IDs of the big guys in the post, Commander Quanshui was still a little restrained when typing and modifying the wording.
Or nervous.
After all, command ability and organizational ability are two concepts.
The former is strategy and tactics, and the latter is more about human relations.
He probably got the closed beta qualification together with [我最黑], and compared with those T0 and T1 players who got the closed beta qualification a long time ago and have limited medals on their chests, his qualifications are still a little shallow.
In practical terms, it is the team leader commanding the division commander.
If it were another MM, it would take a lot of effort just to coax these big brothers to listen.
Fortunately, the server atmosphere of "Wasteland OL" has always been good.
Thanks to the dog planner who is a good person and did not deliberately incite players to oppose and compare with each other for KPI, you can get a good gaming experience in "Wasteland OL" whether you are a hard worker or not. Most of the T0, T1, and T2 players are friends, not the guild ecology of some MMs - big brother, princess and lick dog.
If the strategy is well written, no matter whether it is a newbie or a big player, even a cloud player, everyone will politely give a thumbs up before taking it away.
Lao Bai: "I think the battle plan you wrote is good, but you just need to be more confident. (grin)"
Ye Shi: "That's right, what 20% success rate? I'm clearly ahead! (funny)"
Fang Chang: "Professional matters really need to be handled professionally. I'm counting on you, brother. (smirk)"
Kuangfeng: "+1"
Fun Commander: "Ahem, thank you for the compliments, elders... This is actually the first time I've commanded such a large-scale group battle."
Canyon Fleeing Mole: "Hahaha, it doesn't matter. Rommel was a lieutenant in the first battle! After this battle, you can be a division commander at least. (funny)"
Edge Paddling: "The Death Corps is following! Leave the most dangerous places to us!"
Midnight Killing Chicken: "The Jungle Corps is following too! (Proud)"
WC Really Mosquito: "Ace pilot applies to go to battle! (dog head)"
Looking at the replies on the screen, the commander of the spring was moved. He took a deep breath and typed a reply while poking his finger at the screen.
"Thank you! Thank you for your support!"
"The decisive battle will begin within a week. I will assign the most suitable tasks to 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 group battle. I promise not to let you down!"
Old White: "Forget the polite words. We are all good brothers of the alliance. Just tell us where we need to go, and leave the rest to us! (grin)"
Edge paddling: "Go!!!"
...
The next morning.
The tranquility of the outer city of Boulder City was disturbed by the crisp and hard shouting.
"New issue! New issue!"
"The battle situation on the front line is stalemate. The alliance has launched a general mobilization. Now we are recruiting mercenaries to join the war. The rewards are generous and the opportunity is rare!"
The newsboys walking in the streets shouted while delivering the newspapers in their hands to newsstands, taverns and grocery stores, or stuffing them into the mailboxes at the doorsteps of customers.
At the entrance of the tavern, which had not yet opened, a large group of people gathered around a newly published newspaper, chattering and discussing, it was very lively.
"The coalition is recruiting mercenaries, and they will be paid 50 chips or 100 silver coins a day!"
"Hiss... half a month's wages for me!"
A man with oil on his clothes took a breath of cold air. Judging from his clothes, he should be a worker in a nearby machinery factory.
Hearing such a generous reward, many people showed excited expressions on their faces, and the mercenary standing aside couldn't help but say.
"Do the country bumpkins in the northern suburbs have so much money?"
The colleague next to him heard and said.
"I heard that the Boulder City Bank lent them a lot, and those chips are all in the bank, so there is no need to worry about not being able to pay them."
After all, the borrowed money is not painful to spend. The reward paid by the New Alliance is almost twice what Boulder City paid for Tide.
Moreover, 100 silver coins a day is only the minimum price for a single mercenary. If a well-trained mercenary group signs up, the price may be higher.
Hearing what his colleague said, the mercenary was immediately moved and immediately looked at the waiter sitting at the door of the tavern and asked.
"How to sign up?"
The waiter yawned and repeated impatiently.
"It's 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 a copy!"
Without any hesitation, the mercenary immediately took out his wallet, threw a chip into the hand of the clerk, picked up a newspaper from the stall and stuffed it into his arms.
There are many people like him.
On that day, more than 3,000 mercenaries took the newspaper and set off, leaving the city and heading towards the northern suburbs.
Although bullets don't have eyes, they are not necessarily more dangerous than alien species. For these mercenaries who lick blood on the blade, they will work for anyone, and of course they will go to whoever offers the highest price.
In addition to those ruthless people who really dare to go, the streets and alleys of Boulder City are also discussing the situation on the front line.
All signs indicate that the stalemate will soon end, and a decisive battle is brewing in Ruigu City, 150 kilometers away...
While the residents of Boulder City are discussing the news in the newspaper, the newspaper office of "Survivor Daily" is also busy.
The editors who are busy sorting out materials and typesetting wish they could bury their heads in a pile of papers.
Except for one person——
That person is Hal, the president of the newspaper.
It is different from the previous few days.
Sitting by the window, he has a cigarette in his mouth, with a worried look on his face, cigarette butts scattered all over the ground beside the stool, and his eyes have lost their light.
Although the sales of the newspaper are booming, he is not happy at all at this moment.
Just a few days ago, his elder brother Kaliman came to Boulder City to visit him and brought news from Luoxia Province.
With the support of the Legion, the Falcon Kingdom provoked a full-scale war against the desert kings, and the boiling flames of war have burned to Oasis No. 9 where the Lion Kingdom is located...
And this is the news from last month.
With such a big thing happening at home, Hal has been anxious like an ant on a hot pot these days. He wants to send a reporter to Luoxia Province to take a look, but no one takes this hard job.
Entering the desert is a risky act, not to mention that there is a war there, and no matter how high the salary is, you have to live to spend it.
Just when he was worried and didn't know what to do, the savior suddenly appeared...
"I'm going to the front line. The alliance should enter the desert. When we get to Oasis No. 9, I'll check on your family's situation for you."
Pushing the door and entering the newspaper office, Fang Chang didn't say hello. He looked at Hal who was sitting by the window and got straight to the point.
He had a backpack half a person's height on his back, and a LD-47 assault rifle for self-defense hanging next to him. He even packed his equipment and luggage.
Hal was stunned when he heard this, and only stood up from the stool when the cigarette butt in his mouth fell on his pants.
He walked quickly to Fang Chang and shook his hand excitedly.
"Thank you! Sorry, I don't know what to say except thank you!"
Looking at Hal with a grateful face, Fang Chang joked.
"You're welcome, but it's not easy to be a war correspondent. Remember to pay me double the salary."
Hal said excitedly.
"Three times! I'll give you my salary too!"
Fang Chang coughed lightly.
"That's not necessary..."
He was just joking.
He had been dealing with bionic parts for so long and had opened up the market in Boulder City for the Alliance. He really didn't need that little money.
Hal was about to say something with emotion, 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 under a head of emerald green short hair staring straight at him.
Noticing the expression on Dolly's face, Hal coughed lightly and tried to say a few words for Fang Chang.
"People are eager to know the truth. There must be some brave people who stand up and go to places that most people are unwilling to go--"
"Don't say those hypocritical words. You are just worried about the situation at home and dare not go back by yourself, so you want to throw the trouble to others, right?"
Dolly stared at him and said bluntly.
"This is called abusing public power for personal gain!"
The newspaper office was quiet,
even the sound of turning papers was quiet.
Feeling the eyes of the people around him, Hal said with an embarrassed expression.
"I am naturally part of the '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 saying that this is abusing public power for personal gain. The residents of Boulder City will be interested in what happened in Luoxia Province. They have been paying more and more attention to what happened outside recently. I am also considering it from the standpoint of the newspaper."
Dolly did not listen to his sophistry, but looked at Fang Chang, staring at him straight.
"Are you going to the front line?"
Fang Chang nodded.
"Yeah."
The beautiful eyes showed obvious reluctance and worry.
She lowered her chin, and her voice was filled with a subtle pleading.
"Can I not go..."
Hearing this, Fang Chang smiled and rubbed her little head.
"If I don't go, this is the front line."
If the Legion came to kill, how could they distinguish who was from Dawn City, who was from Boulder City, and who belonged to the Alliance.
They would take away everything they could, burn what they couldn't, and treat those who were deprived of their property as slaves...
Just like what they did in the Fallen Leaf Camp.
Feeling the temperature passing through her hair, Dolly's cheeks were slightly hot, but she didn't avoid it.
She bit the inside of her lips gently, and finally stopped persuading, but just whispered in a very soft voice.
"I will get my salary next month, and I promised to treat you to a meal... You must come back safely."
Fang Chang couldn't help but curl his lips after hearing this.
He was sure that he would be fine.
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.
However.
He would not make those unromantic jokes on this special occasion.
Looking at those eyes, he answered solemnly in a very light voice.
"I promise."
...
Whether it was a combat professional player or a life professional player, regardless of level and profession, everyone received the server announcement of the general mobilization and responded to the call for mobilization.
At the same time, in the farm north of Dawn City.
Makkabazi jumped off the smoking tractor, looked at the old farmer carrying a hoe not far away, and shouted in non-standard human language.
"Old man! Please help me look after the crops in the field these days. I'll leave the tractor key here."
He didn't know the name of the NPC.
But after farming together for so long, everyone was familiar with each other. Including many farmers nearby, he learned tractor driving skills from his tiger brother.
Currently, Makabazi's farming level has reached level 6, and he is only 4 levels away from his dream manor.
Money and everything are trivial matters, the crops in the field can't be abandoned.
The old farmer didn't know his name either, but he was familiar with this strange guy.
He is obviously a noble resident of the shelter, but he does this kind of rough work with them, and he enjoys it.
Not only that, this guy regards the crops in the field as more important than his life.
Previously, a multi-legged beast had fled here from the Elm District. When others saw the monster, they turned around and ran away. Only he rushed forward with a roar, picked up a hoe and started fighting with the monster, and beat the alien species away.
It was really hard to imagine what kind of thing could make him leave the crops in the field and not come back for several days.
Looking at the young man, the old man couldn't help but shout.
"Where are you going?"
Patting the dusty equipment, Makabazi threw the backpack on his shoulder, smiled and shouted in response without looking back.
"To the front line!"
The old man carrying the hoe was stunned and asked subconsciously.
"Then, when will you come back?"
"I'll come back after I win!"
Without waiting for the old man to answer, Makabazi had already hummed a little song and went to the entrance of the farm, and met the [Going up the mountain to fight the tiger] who was waiting there.
Tiger, with his hands in his pockets, glanced at his sack and the magazine hanging on his backpack and laughed and teased.
"Why bring so many things? We're flying planes, we'll be back soon, right?"
I heard that propeller planes can't survive more than two seconds in front of that iron lump.
It's a bit exaggerated to say we'll be back soon.
It'll take three days.
Makabazi chuckled.
"Someone else is flying the plane, this time we'll fly something good!"
Tiger asked curiously, aroused by this.
"What good thing?"
Makabazi raised his chin and said with a beaming face.
"Tank!"
Tiger was stunned at first when he heard these two words, and when he came to his senses, he was shocked.
"Fuck, have you ever driven that thing?!"
And wait.
When did the Alliance have tanks? !
Makabazi didn't explain, but laughed and said, "No! But it doesn't matter! I heard from the director of Factory 81 that the thing is almost as good as a tractor!" Tiger couldn't help but spit. "It's far from the same, okay?" Makabazi patted his brother on the shoulder. "Don't worry, it's not as difficult as you think... I'll go and get a power-type beast to be the loader later, and you'll be responsible for driving, just step on the accelerator!"