Chapter 425 Pangolin performs great service

Since she boarded the airship, Theresa's palms were sweating with nervousness, trying to reduce her presence.

However, even though she tried hard to make herself look smaller, the man's eyes still fell on her.

"Theresa."

When her name was called, Theresa subconsciously straightened her back and tried to squeeze out a calm smile from her face, but her stuttering voice still exposed her panic.

"Manager, Manager, do you have any instructions?"

"It's been two weeks, I want to hear your opinion on the work."

Looking at the princess who was hesitant and unable to speak, Chu Guang continued patiently.

"Don't be nervous, it doesn't matter if you don't have an opinion, just briefly summarize what you do every day."

"Good morning, when I get up in the morning, I will first-"

"Work."

When her panicked words were interrupted, Theresa blushed and quickly changed her words.

"Yes! Well, Mr. Maban asked me to assist the warehouse manager of warehouse No. 3 to check the warehouse account book, mainly to calculate whether the materials in and out of the warehouse are consistent..."

Although she was a little unfamiliar at first, she quickly became proficient. She gave a detailed and concise description of the problems encountered at work, the friends she met at work, and some ideas for improvement.

Chu Guang cast an appreciative look.

It seems that Maban has trained her well. The warehouse manager is one of the most challenging places. This position requires dealing with almost all front-line positions.

From a broom to a bag of bricks and a truck of cement, being able to manage these trivial matters can lay the foundation for managing a larger organization in the future.

Of course, what he most expects is that she can have more contact with the masses in the process of participating in grassroots labor.

As he said before, these knowledge and experience will be used sooner or later.

Chu Guang then looked at Prince Summer.

"You should have gotten the results you expected. Before the war is over, I will provide you and your men with a resting place. If you are interested, you can participate in the work of the refugee camp. If you are not interested, you can do it."

Summer said respectfully immediately.

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity. I am willing to do it. I want to know how you rebuild your homeland."

Whether it is for the purpose of understanding the alliance or to please the suzerain country, he feels that he needs to agree.

Looking at the young prince, Chu Guang nodded with satisfaction.

Not bad, the young man has a promising future.

In fact, the alliance accepted the exile of the honey badger royal family. In principle, they are guests, and they should provide them with basic living supplies.

But isn't it a pity to not use free labor?

Ma Ban always complained to himself that the refugee camp could not recruit staff with higher cultural literacy, and this one is ready.

Moreover, for this young man himself, this is also a good training opportunity.

"Theresa, you can take him with you." Chu Guang looked at the tool princess.

"Yes, sir."

Theresa nodded respectfully, but Summer, who was standing beside her, frowned slightly.

"Sir, I want to know in what capacity the princess of the Falcon Kingdom stayed here."

"I am his prisoner--"

Theresa spoke subconsciously, but was interrupted before she finished speaking.

"It was someone who was liberated by the Alliance."

Hearing that voice, she showed a surprised expression on her face.

Including Summer, who was standing next to her, also looked at Chu Guang in surprise and asked subconsciously.

"Liberated means..."

"It means literally. In the eyes of the Alliance, both the residents of Oasis No. 3 and the residents of Oasis No. 2 are victims of this chaos."

Chu Guang glanced out the French window, and the yellow sand floating on the skyline was like a boiling flame.

"We will liberate them."

...

In the depths of Luoxia Province, the yellow sand sweeping across the horizon was like magma rolling in hell.

The sky was blocked and no light could penetrate.

McLen couldn't remember how many times he had encountered such terrible weather. He only knew that this unlucky day was finally coming to an end.

This was the western border of Oasis No. 9, and the front-line command post of the Legion was stationed in front.

He and his men were only one step away from one last step -

"Stop, people in front!"

A shout came from a distance, and a soldier holding a rifle stepped out of the gate of the barracks against the wind and sand.

"Idiot, put your gun down! Look clearly who the hell I am!"

Looking at the stunned sentry, McLen cursed and slapped his rifle away, and grabbed his collar.

"Find that Griffin guy for me!"

"I'm right here."

A voice came from a distance, and McLen threw away the sentry's collar and looked at the man standing at the gate of the camp with his eyes slightly narrowed.

The man standing there, wearing black boots, navy blue military coat, and shoulder straps with three stars, was the commander-in-chief of the Legion stationed in Luoxia Province, General Griffin.

The drooping jaw and eagle nose and hawk eyes really didn't look like a tough guy who had been through many battles, but rather a cunning fox.

McLen hated that face.

He especially hated that man.

"How dare you come back?"

Griffin looked at the embarrassed man in front of him in surprise, and it was hard to tell whether his raised eyebrows were surprised or mocking.

Without waiting for McLen to continue speaking, Griffin continued in a slow voice.

"Dealing with a group of natives, a group of wild men in the forest, and being able to lose the Iron Heart, I thought you were so ashamed that you committed suicide."

A trace of annoyance flashed in McLen's eyes, but he still gritted his teeth and endured it, saying in a calm voice.

"Those aren't natives at all! We encountered reinforcements from the Enterprise! I know what you want to say, but the fact is that the Enterprise sent more than one reinforcement, and we encountered the second one! Don't think you can escape responsibility. It was you who ordered me to be transferred to the southern part of the Valley Province!"

"Yes, I gave the order. I asked you to intercept the injured employee, but I didn't ask you to go head-to-head with the people from the Enterprise. Now, those cowards on the East Coast are getting angry. I heard from the informant from the Free State that they built an air base on the south bank of the Tianshui tributary, and planes land there every now and then."

Griffin stared at McLennan, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and the tip of his nose almost poked into his nostrils.

"... And I thought about it for two nights and still couldn't figure it out. Even if we encountered reinforcements from the Enterprise, such a large airship, and it was an airship carrying a shield, how did you let them snatch that thing?"

McLennan's expression froze, but he was not overwhelmed by Griffin's momentum. His eyes were also narrowed into a slit, and he choked back without any hesitation.

"Don't put the blame on me. We have already taken down the Pioneer. Is there any possibility of peaceful coexistence between us and Enterprise? Forget it. The war has already started! It has nothing to do with my strategy in the southern part of the Valley Province. If you really want to count, it's all your redundant orders!"

"You haven't answered me yet. How did you lose the airship?"

"I will naturally explain that to the Air Force Command. I have no obligation to submit a war report to the Army!"

The two quarreled fiercely, although only one person was red in the face.

The adjutant and staff officers behind General McClane were silent and could only stand there awkwardly.

And the officers behind General Griffin were also silent, just pretending not to hear.

"... Enough, don't just talk about me. What about Oasis No. 9? It hasn't been taken down yet." Unable to withstand the soul-searching, McClane forcibly changed the subject, trying to use the other party's incompetence to prove that his failure was justifiable.

However, Griffin just smiled faintly and said sarcastically.

"If your airships were deployed as I said, we would have been reviewing the troops in the palace of the Lion Kingdom."

Without waiting for McLen to get angry, he left a little dignity for the poor clown, took the initiative to end the topic, and continued indifferently.

"The battle situation on the front line is tense, and our military presence in Luoxia Province is a little weak, and we can't provide much support to the Falcon Kingdom. Although the combat effectiveness of the entourage is good, they have to send people to occupy Oasis No. 3."

General McLen said disapprovingly.

"We don't need the untouchables in Oasis No. 3 at all. I suggest that we lock them up and deal with them collectively, and then move some more obedient slaves from the west to fill the manpower gap. In this way, we can free up more manpower and concentrate our efforts on conquering Oasis No. 9!"

"The army doesn't need your command, you should still command your airship," Griffin looked at him sarcastically, "We really don't need the untouchables there, but we need the food produced there. With food, we can supply more troops, and more support can be sent from the west of the Great Desert."

Centralized cleaning?

It's not that simple.

Let alone 1 million people, even if it's 1 million pigs, it will take until next year to slaughter them.

As for bringing some slaves from the west, of course it's not impossible, but large-scale population migration also takes time.

Although they are all pro-war factions, there are also differences of opinion within the pro-war faction of the legion on how to deal with the residents in the occupied areas.

Some people support killing those who resist and taming those who don't resist into slaves. Some people also support using local forces for indirect control, such as supporting puppets.

Under the same educational conditions, a slave who maintains the minimum living standard usually creates only 0.1~0.3 times the value of a free person, depending on the work he does, and it often takes more than a dozen people to support a military population.

But vassals are different.

Then its maximum exploitation can also guarantee more than 0.5 times the production capacity.

This is not a scientific basis, but the practical experience of the legion in various occupied areas.

Griffin despises those nobles who support slavery from the bottom of his heart.

His own territory realizes a mixture of employment and slavery, and those poor people who receive salaries work much harder than the servants in his manor.

However-

He only has the right to command, and at most he can shoot the junior officers who do not obey his orders, but he has no right to deal with this fool who obeyed his orders.

And just as McLen said, as the person who gave the order, he would also bear joint responsibility if the Ministry of Internal Affairs or the military court of the Marshal's Office held him accountable.

Thinking of this, Griffin became even more annoyed.

"I will arrange a car for you tomorrow, and you and your subordinates can stay at Oasis No. 2."

Oasis No. 2 is the territory of the Falcon Kingdom and the back garden of the Legion in Luoxia Province.

There are endless fine wines and fruits, as well as slaves offered by the Falcon Royal Family.

Griffin didn't want to see this guy again, he just wanted him to get out of his sight.

However, what he didn't expect was that the guy who ran back with his tail between his legs didn't agree.

"The battle is not over yet, don't try to drive me away," staring at Griffin, McClane said word by word, "Don't try to drive me away, I'm not going anywhere."

Once he was driven to the rear, he would never have the chance to make up for his mistake, and could only wait for the people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs to throw a transfer order in his face.

Moreover, he had sworn an oath.

He would personally take back this place.

He would use the blood of all the wastelanders in the southern part of the Valley Province to comfort the souls of the dead soldiers.

Griffin narrowed his eyes and stared at McClane.

"Your troops have been destroyed, what's the point of staying here?"

McClane said with an unchanged expression.

"The Iron Heart is now in the hands of the Enterprise. If they have mastered the use of the airship, you will be in trouble. Only I know how to deal with it."

Hearing this, Griffin's face changed slightly, and he quickly glanced at the officer behind him and asked anxiously.

"Didn't you evacuate with your men?"

Faced with the murderous look, McLen looked a little embarrassed, but still said it.

"...Finold was missing. The incident happened suddenly and he was outside the airship, so he missed the last flight. That guy is a logistics officer, and he probably knows how to drive that thing."

That guy was not a front-line soldier, and his personality was almost the opposite of Rachel's. If he could surrender, he would never resist.

McLen was more than 90% sure that as long as the Alliance caught him, there would be a way to pry the method of driving the airship out of him.

Griffin took a deep breath and spent a long time to stabilize his emotions.

He had been prepared to face the Enterprise aircraft, but he didn't expect that he would have to face not only the Enterprise aircraft, but also his own 400mm main gun.

"... I will give you a thousand-man team. You are responsible for holding the airship. I will request more support from the rear."

McClan said bluntly.

"Not enough, give me 10,000 people, and the equipment needed to fight the airship. I know you don't like me, but we are grasshoppers on the same rope now, you know what I mean."

Griffin stared at him for a long time, and almost squeezed out a reply from his teeth.

"Okay..."

...

At the same time, on the northern front of Oasis No. 9, a whistling sandstorm just swept through.

The yellow sand that covered the sky was like the roar of the spirit of the sea of ​​sand.

"Fuck... I thought I was going to die."

Climbing out of a pile of sand, Zhandi searched hard for a while, found an arm buried in the sand, and pulled Kolway out from underneath.

After choking out the sand in his mouth, Korwei wiped his mouth with a frightened expression.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'm glad you're okay." Zhandi Lao said with a loyal face.

It has been almost a week since they left the territory of the Golden Lizard Kingdom. In the past three weeks, he has become more and more skilled as an undercover agent.

Patting his good brother on the shoulder, Korwei looked ahead, and a trace of joy appeared on his frowning brows.

"We're here!"

In front of them is the base of the front-line troops of the Legion. Although the number of the troops is unknown, the flag flying there is not wrong.

Adam and his group, who were separated from them in the sandstorm, also followed one after another.

Judging from their embarrassed appearance, they obviously suffered a lot.

Even one of the wagons carrying goods was scrapped, and the scattered rifles were hung on the camels.

"Are you okay?" Adan, who was walking in front with a camel, shouted at them.

"We are fine, haha! Thank you for the protection of the spirit of the sea of ​​sand!" Kelway laughed and waved his hand, signaling them to come over.

As the sandstorm dissipated, the military camp not far away obviously noticed them.

Led by a centurion, a team of ten people walked towards this side.

"I am the centurion under Captain Rachel of the Iron Heart Air Marine Corps. My name is Kelway. Here are my ID and military card." Looking at the centurion walking in front, Kelway took the initiative to show his identity and took out something that could prove his identity.

Several soldiers looked at each other. The centurion standing in front frowned, took the ID and glanced at it, and then looked at Kelway again, with a bit of doubt in his eyes.

"Iron Heart? Aren't you supposed to be carrying out missions in the southern part of the Valley Province?"

As a front-line force, they are fighting the Lion Kingdom and don't know the situation in other war zones.

Kolwei did not answer his question, but responded in a businesslike manner.

"Something happened over there. You have to ask your superior for details. I want to see your superior now."

The centurion did not continue to ask, but nodded, returned the military card to him, and left his ID.

"I need to verify your identity. Are you waiting here or going back to the camp with me?"

"Of course I'll go to your camp, otherwise will I stand here and eat sand?" Kolwei said impatiently.

After checking Kolwei's ID, the centurion continued to check the ID of the accompanying merchant Adam. After seeing the order, he quickly let the pedestrians pass.

Following the team of ten, the group went to the military camp not far away.

Since entering the camp, Zhandi Lao has been quietly observing the layout here.

Unlike the camps he had seen in Luoxia Province, there were few concrete fortifications here. Instead, there were sandbag walls made of square sandbags.

This kind of field camp is quite common in reality. This kind of sandbag has good resistance to explosives and explosions, can be used as a substitute for concrete, and can be easily redeployed.

There are bullet shelters behind almost every wall, and the shooting bunkers and sentry towers are covered with desert-colored camouflage nets. Under the camouflage nets is a black heavy machine gun, which should be a 20mm model.

It can only be said to be a standard military base, accommodating about 500 to 1,000 people.

What surprised Zhandi Lao was not the layout here, but that he actually saw a mutant in the camp!

That was undoubtedly a mutant.

Although his skin was not green but dark gray and his chin was covered with beard, his ugly face was exactly the same as the mutants that Zhan Di Lao had seen on Street 76 in Qingquan City...

If the mutants before were orcs, then these people looked like trolls...

The mutant glanced at him, showing his blood-red gums, and then walked towards the camp gate with heavy steps and shaking his head.

These mutants did not seem to live with the people of the legion, but set up a branch camp next to this military base.

I guess no one wants to live with these cannibals.

Watching the back figure disappearing at the camp gate, Zhan Di Lao frowned and asked.

"... Mutants?"

Following his line of sight, Kolwe said with a smile.

"Mutant mercenaries, from the Great Desert. Although these beasts are not very smart, they are very fierce in fighting. They can charge under the firepower of machine guns, and their legs can grow back even if they are blown off. They are thick-skinned and not picky about food. They are simply natural cannon fodder."

I didn't expect that the Legion would actually gain the services of mutants...

"But why are their skins gray and black?" Zhan Di Lao asked in confusion, "The ones I have seen in the River Valley Province... at the border with Jinchuan Province are all green-skinned."

Kolwei said casually.

"The locals in the Falcon Kingdom say that they are cursed by the spirit of the sea of ​​sand. In fact, to put it bluntly, they are subspecies branches, probably caused by the radioactive substances in the Great Desert. Who cares how they came from? Anyway, they are useful."

Zhan Di Lao nodded dully, and he was surprised and secretly excited.

Gray and black mutants...

This information is incredible!

But then again, it feels like it's not difficult to be an undercover agent at all.

Basically, as long as he pretended not to understand and asked, this guy would tell him everything in a boastful tone.

To be honest, he was a little embarrassed to be so open-hearted.

Following Kolwe into the depths of the military camp, Zhan Di Lao, who was feeling emotional, soon made a new discovery.

In a warehouse with an open door, several engineers were squatting in front of a tank he had never seen before, screwing screws.

With a curious expression on his face, Zhan Di Lao looked at the tanks in the warehouse and asked.

"What are those tanks?"

"The Conqueror X is a Type II, equipped with a 150mm heavy howitzer, which is considered a self-propelled artillery. The one next to it is a Type III, with an eight-mounted anti-aircraft machine gun in the turret. Although it is used for air defense, the Lion Kingdom has no air force, so it is usually pushed to the front line to support the infantry."

Looking at the tanks in the warehouse, Kolwe narrowed his eyes, with pride in his eyes.

"...Our opponent this time is Enterprise. I heard that the Legion is planning to send a batch of Type 11 tanks."

Zhandi Lao immediately followed his words and asked.

"What is that?"

Kolwei also had no doubts. He just paid attention to the distance between him and the businessman Adan and said in a very light voice.

"I have only heard a little about the new heavy tank designed by the Triumph City Army Equipment Research Institute for Gauss weapons. Don't talk nonsense everywhere... It is said that the armor of that thing is very hard, and it is difficult to penetrate with ordinary hard-core armor-piercing bullets and electromagnetic mass bullets, but it is also very expensive."

"Including the pre-war inventory, the 'Wanderer' tank, equipped with Meissner effect armor, these are all gifts we prepared for Enterprise... They probably wouldn't have thought that those equipment would still be useful after 200 years."

In general survivor settlements, at most they can get an armor-piercing bullet. The spaced armor of the Type 10 tank is enough to perfectly defend against the metal jet of the armor-piercing bullet.

But for the ultra-high-speed steel needles fired by Gauss weapons, the spaced armor is not effective enough.

General Korway was talking excitedly, while Zhandi Lao was taking notes with a tingling scalp.

It is true that one regrets not having learned enough when one needs to learn.

Daily communication is not that difficult. He does not understand the meaning of some special terms at all, and it is not convenient to ask in detail, so he can only write them down with onomatopoeia and communicate with other players on the forum when he returns.

Thinking of this, Zhandi Lao was full of regret.

He still suffered from his lack of education. If he had known earlier, he would have learned from Fang Chang and memorized a few more words!

Seeing that Korway seemed to be tired of talking, Zhandi Lao quickly passed the topic to let him continue.

"Then our tanks have no weaknesses?"

"Of course there are weaknesses. The weaknesses of the Conqueror series are mainly concentrated in the top cover and chassis, so we must be careful to protect these two areas. Especially the chassis, the armor near the escape door is thinner and is next to the transmission parts."

When he said this, Korway suddenly changed the subject and continued with a smile.

"Speaking of which, I heard that the Alliance has a drone that specializes in drilling into the crotch of tanks, which caused a lot of trouble for the Bone Chewing Tribe."

Zhan Di Lao's heart tightened and he nodded.

"Yes... I seem to have heard of it."

Looking at his good brother's nervous expression, Korwe smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, that kind of thing can only deal with predators with poor brains. We just need to hang a curtain under the crotch of the tank to entangle the propeller of the drone, or hang a baffle."

The bomb is only effective if it is detonated directly below the chassis.

If it only explodes on the turret or the body, the shock wave will at most tickle their tanks.

Zhan Di Lao nodded as if he understood, but he silently memorized these clues in his heart.

The group waited for a while in the open space.

Just when Zhan Di Lao had almost understood the situation here, an officer came from not far away and stopped in front of Korwe.

"We have verified your identity. We will arrange a vehicle to take you to the command post."

Kerwei's face was filled with a relieved smile, and he returned the salute.

Adan, who was not far away, came forward to congratulate him.

"Congratulations, Mr. Kerwei, you will be able to return to your team soon."

"Thank you for your help, I will remember this favor," Kerwei shook his hand and continued, "What are your plans for the future?"

Adan thought about it and replied with a smile.

"Wait for the logistics officer here to complete the handover of supplies with me, and I will probably continue on the road to do the next business. The Lion Kingdom should not last more than two months. While this war is not over yet, I plan to do a few more orders."

"It seems that we have to separate," Kerwei smiled and stretched out his right hand, "but I believe that there will be a place for you in this land of rosy clouds in the future. See you later."

Adan's face flashed with a hint of surprise, and he shook his right hand with a smile.

"Thank you for your good wishes, see you later!"

Just as Korway said goodbye to Adan, the old man on the battlefield looked around, trying to find a place to escape.

New equipment was being sent from the rear, and there were mutant mercenaries in the desert...

Such explosive information.

This time it will definitely be a hit!