Chapter 429 My friend, not everyone in this world is as simple-minded as you

"Fuck..."

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

His name is Wager, belonging to the 9th Thousandth Team of the 30,000th Team, leading a team of ten people, stationed at an outpost about 20 kilometers away from here, responsible for monitoring the valley on the northwest side of Camp 530 and guarding a relay signal tower.

An hour ago, he received news from the 9th Thousandth Team that Camp 530 did not routinely report the security situation and did not respond to the command post's communication, asking him to take his troops there immediately to see if their communication equipment was broken or encountered any accidents.

Wager did not dare to hesitate, and immediately took three brave men, rode a three-wheeled diesel motorcycle, and went cross-country for more than 20 kilometers to Camp 530.

However, when he arrived at the military base, he found that it had already become a ruin...

"Is anyone there?"

He shouted at the top of his voice, but there was no commotion or any response inside.

Wager held his rifle horizontally with great tension, waved his fist decisively, and led three riflemen to carefully pass through the camp gate and go deep into the military base.

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

Going forward along the fragmented road, when passing the area near the garage, everyone's face was not very good, and it was blue and white.

One by one, the charred corpses lay crookedly, and many curled up together, and even a complete human figure could not be found.

As for the garage with the door open, the tanks and trucks inside had all been driven away, and the supplies inside had been moved out, not even a wrench and a screwdriver were left.

Wager swallowed his saliva and led his riflemen to search in the direction of the command post.

Soon they passed a checkpoint, where it seemed that a fierce exchange of fire had taken place not long ago.

Whether it was the collapsed sandbag wall or the bodies full of bloody holes, it was not difficult to see how brutal the Legion soldiers who had been defending here an hour ago had encountered.

The same was true for the mutant mercenaries not far away.

Those big guys either had their heads smashed or had a big hole in their chests, shot through by some large-caliber weapons. There was almost no intact body, and the death was extremely miserable.

Even the mutants with strong recovery abilities couldn't bear it...

Not to mention those ordinary people.

"... Damn it, I bet this was definitely not done by the guerrillas and the Kingdom Army!" A rifleman looked around nervously and cursed in a low voice.

Another rifleman, who looked a little younger, was breathing a little fast, looking around nervously, and muttered in a low voice.

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

Listening to the soldiers' whispers, Wager looked around solemnly and replied briefly.

"...We just reached an armistice agreement with them at the beginning of the year. We don't rule out the possibility that they will tear up the treaty, but it's not their style to fight without declaring war."

With his men, Wager moved to the door of the command post.

The situation here was equally tragic. The nearby barracks tents and partitions were covered with dense gun holes. There were more than 50 bodies lying in a vacant area of ​​less than 50 square meters, and they were all Willant people with bulging noses.

Wage searched around nearby but didn't find the body of the centurion Piman. It was not until he searched the command post and the anti-artillery bunker next to it that he discovered the problem.

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

Wage frowned slightly and recalled what the commander had told him.

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

Therefore, it is imperative to keep an eye on the situation of Camp 530.

Without hesitation, Wag reached out to take down the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder, pressed the button and said.

"... Calling the command center, this is the patrol team of Post 151, we have arrived at Camp 530, the situation here is quite bad, I can't see a single living person... nor did I see the body of the commander of the military base, who is suspected to have been captured by unknown forces."

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

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

In an instant, Wag suddenly thought of something, and his expression gradually became solemn.

"All electronic equipment is paralyzed, including the street lights. The military base is dark, and I can't find any working electronic equipment."

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

After a half-second pause, he took a deep breath and said his guess.

"It's probably EMP!"

...

Camp 530 suffered a devastating blow.

The elite troops stationed there were almost wiped out.

And -

It is suspected to have been hit by EMP!

The news was reported through layers of reports and soon reached the front-line command of the Legion in Oasis No. 9, waking up a group of senior officers from their sleep.

Operations meeting room.

Griffin stood upright in front of the strategic map with his hands behind his back, 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 Kingdom Army and guerrillas, but those wastelanders who fought with fire sticks have never won.

Like today, the command center did not know that the military base was destroyed until the battle was over. This has never happened before...

Moreover, it was Camp 530 that was attacked.

It happened to be there!

The staff officer standing next to him took a deep breath, broke the silence in the conference room, and reported.

"... Our aircraft has scouted the nearby area and found no trace of enemy troops. After stealing supplies, the attackers are suspected to have hidden in a valley 30 kilometers northeast of Oasis No. 9. They should have built concealed fortifications there, and our aircraft did not see anything."

The silent atmosphere was broken.

The officers around him also interrupted the topic.

"According to the information feedback from the nearby outposts, the other side is suspected to have used EMP weapons to preemptively destroy the communication tower of the military base... There are two possibilities. The Great Rift Valley intervened in the war, or the enterprise increased its military presence in Luoxia Province."

"Didn't they build an air base in the area of ​​Xizhou City in the Valley Province? People might have come from there!"

"It's possible!"

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

Compared with the tragic losses in personnel, equipment, and supplies, what Griffin could not accept was that the battle plan he formulated last month was leaked.

Camp 530 is the logistical fulcrum for the next round of general offensive on the entire northern front. He doesn't mind the casualties of the vassal's followers on the front line, but he has to carefully consider how much casualties it will take to bite off the northern defense zone of the Lion Kingdom without sufficient armor and supply support...

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

Otherwise...

What you gain will also be lost quickly.

"... Unfortunately, our perfect plan has been leaked. They can accurately find Camp 530 and know where our troops are at what day and hour."

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

"The strategic deployment on the northern front must be adjusted... This will not be difficult, but I want to know which link went wrong."

The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop on the ground.

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

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

Hearing this, the officers finally breathed a sigh of relief, and stood at attention with a relieved expression on their faces.

"Yes, sir!"

Looking at his subordinates who were holding their heads high, Griffin nodded, his eyes drifted back to the map hanging on the wall, and he fell into deep thought.

EMP weapons.

That was obviously not the equipment of the kingdom. It was probably - no, it should be said that it must be the work of the enterprise!

According to the information registered by the Logistics Department, Camp 530 took over a batch of supplies from the Bugera Free State two days ago, which means that the Great Rift Valley was not aware of the existence of this supply line, otherwise they would have other ways to prevent their vassals from continuing to trade with the Legion.

Thinking of this, Griffin couldn't help but frown.

Did McLen not brag?

Was the Heart of Steel really destroyed by the reinforcements of Enterprise?

If that's true...

They're probably in big trouble.

...

On the other side, just as the front-line headquarters was meeting overnight to formulate a battle plan, a desert-colored truck stopped at the door of the military camp where the headquarters was located.

Kolwe was the first to jump off the truck. He looked at the door and saw the officers waiting there, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

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

Fediel, an officer under General McLen, had the same rank as him, a senior centurion, but was one generation older than him.

Looking at the dusty Kolwe, Fediel saluted, walked up excitedly, and shook his right hand.

"At the last critical moment, I followed General McLennan onto the escape pod and luckily escaped... But you, it's great to see you alive!"

The two of them have a good relationship in private.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be waiting here.

Kelway said with a smile on his face.

"To be honest, I almost died in the desert. The battlefield was in chaos at the time. I couldn't even get ten people around me. There were also those barbarians chasing me. I wanted to give up at one point... Thanks to this brother."

As he said, he pulled the battlefield elder who had just got off the car to his side.

Federer glanced at the man with a dark face and noticed that his nose was flat. He raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

"Who is this?"

"Pangolin!"

Patting the dull-looking man on the shoulder, Kelway grinned at Federer.

"Don't look at him as a wastelander. He is different from those people. He is a brave fellow... Not only his skills, but his loyalty to the legion is even inferior to mine. In order to collect enough money for the return trip, he was even willing to put down his military dignity and go to the coal mine to dig coal. If it weren't for him inspiring me, I'm afraid I would have died in shame in the desert."

Hearing the name Pangolin, Fidel finally recognized the centurion of the entourage promoted by General McLen himself - the ruthless man who killed the Mother of Deathclaws by himself!

All the way, McLen kept talking about the head of the Mother of Deathclaws, but it was a pity that he didn't take the collection with him.

Unexpectedly, this ruthless man also followed, and took Kolwe through the desert and walked all the way here.

Saving a senior centurion.

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

Fidel looked at the old man in the battlefield and said solemnly.

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

"No need to thank me, this is what I should do." Zhan Di Lao skillfully repeated what he had said many times.

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

Fedil smiled, patted Pangolin's shoulder, then looked at Korwei who was also smiling, and continued.

"Come with me, the situation here has changed a lot. I will take you to register for demobilization first, and we will talk about other things while walking..."

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

The legion will verify his identity through some professional procedures, not a fake clone or android.

As for "Pangolin", he does not need to go through so many complicated procedures. After registering his name on the list of the escort army, he was left in the barracks of the logistics department.

It was the second half of the night. Except for the sentry post, the lights were on in the camp, and other places were dark, so he could not walk around.

After waiting for a long time, a logistics staff member finally came over and took him to the nearby canteen, and arranged for the cook to make a large table of supper for him.

The logistics staff said respectfully after glancing at the epaulettes on Mr. Pangolin's shoulders with envy.

"Lord Fedir asked me to entertain you. Please tell me if you need anything. Except for wine and women, I can help you find a way to get everything else."

Zhan Di Lao looked at the young man's face. His nose bridge had no obvious bulge, and his slightly deep eye sockets looked like a resident of the desert. He should be a citizen of the Falcon Kingdom.

Hungry all the way, he was not polite and said directly.

"Please prepare more meat for me, preferably beef. My appetite may be a bit big, and the amount for ordinary people may not be enough."

It doesn't cost money anyway.

Wouldn't it be a loss if I didn't eat more!

The young man smiled when he heard it.

"You are an awakener, right? Don't worry! Lord Korwei has told me to prepare three servings of food for you!"

It turned out that Korwei had already said hello for him...

Looking at the smile on the young man's face, Zhan Di Lao also smiled embarrassedly.

What he said...

As if he was a glutton.

After a short wait, the food was served soon.

Including a whole roasted leg of beef, and a basket of freshly baked bread with icing sugar and nuts on the surface.

Not only that, there was also a basket of juicy grapes, red sweet dates, and unlimited milk.

Looking at this table of delicious food that was so rich that people couldn't take their eyes off it, Zhan Di Lao couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

It's worthy of being the cafeteria of the headquarters.

The food is too good!

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

With the idea of ​​"If I eat more, the enemy will eat less", Zhandi Lao sat down at the long table and ate without caring about his image.

Seeing this guy eating so deliciously, the young man standing next to him felt hungry. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva and tried not to look over here.

After a while, Korway, who had finally completed the formalities, also came to the cafeteria.

He looked at the pangolin who was showing off his beef leg with appreciation. He didn't think there was anything rude about his eating. He pulled out a chair and sat opposite the table, and snapped his fingers at the young man next to him.

"Bring me a steak."

"Yes, sir."

The young man nodded respectfully and quickly turned to the kitchen.

Wiping the silver knife, Korway said casually.

"We wasted some time just now when we were going through the formalities. I didn't expect that we would encounter something big right after we got here."

Hearing Korway's words, Zhan Di Lao swallowed the food in his mouth and responded reflexively.

"What a big thing happened."

"Camp 530 was attacked."

"Camp 530? What is that?"

"The logistics hub of the northern troops is the camp we passed by two days ago," Korway said helplessly, "What a coincidence... just two days apart. If we were delayed on the road for two days, I'm afraid we would have died there."

Hearing this, Zhan Di Lao almost choked out the food in his mouth, and his face turned red in order to hold back from coughing.

Good guy.

He had just sent the intelligence up, and the Alliance immediately took his intelligence and destroyed the military base.

This is really pushing himself into the fire pit!

However, Kolway did not doubt him, and did not 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 pass on messages in his dreams.

"Will they... suspect us?"

"We?" Hearing this hesitant tone, Kolway was slightly stunned.

Then he smiled and shook his head as if he had heard a very funny joke,

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

"And, even if we take a step back, we only arrived there two days ago. Even if the news leaked immediately, our enemies would need time to verify the news, and then formulate a combat plan based on the verified intelligence... It would take at least a month."

Picked up the cup and took a sip of hot cocoa, Kolway moistened his throat and said with a slightly solemn expression.

"To be honest, I'm a little suspicious of that guy named Adam."

"Adam?" Zhan Di Lao was stunned, "But he...what reason did he have to betray us?"

"Sometimes, you don't need many reasons to do something, and I'm not just suspicious of him, but all the merchants from the Bugera Free State."

Kelway looked at Zhan Di Lao and said in a gentle tone.

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

"Those merchants have no loyalty at all. They don't pledge allegiance to anyone. Their lives are just a pile of dung that they can't bring with them when they die, just a body without a soul. Today they can sell us spears for attack, and tomorrow they may sell shields to our enemies. I am very grateful for his kindness, but if he betrayed us, I wouldn't be surprised at all."

Zhan Di Lao nodded guiltily.

"I understand."

"That's good. I'm really worried that you'll be deceived by those people," Kelway nodded in appreciation, paused for a while and continued, "I said before that I would introduce you to General Griffin, but after what happened, I'm afraid I have to wait."

Zhan Di Lao immediately said sensibly.

"It's okay, sir, I'm not in a hurry, it doesn't matter how long it takes."

It's just right that I can't introduce him.

He didn't want to meet that guy at this time.

Zhan Di Lao believed that it was impossible for everyone in the legion to be as stupid as the guy in front of him.

Especially Griffin, who was always called "old fox", I'm afraid he had more bad water in his stomach than himself, and he was really afraid of being seen through at a glance.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Kelway looked at his good brother with concern, "I feel that your face doesn't look good."

Zhan Di Lao Hu said.

"Yes, a little bit. Maybe it's because I'm not used to the local climate... I've never been to such a dry place."

Kerwei nodded and said in a comforting tone.

"It's true in the desert. You have to adapt as soon as possible. There's still a long way to go in the future. Sooner or later, we will go to a farther place."

Battlefield said with a spirit.

"I will adapt as soon as possible!"

...

Shelter No. 404.

Looking at the news on the official forum and the first-hand battle reports sent by the dead players, Chu Guang, who was leaning on the sofa and drinking ice cola, was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.

He dragged the scroll wheel with his index finger and couldn't help but let out a praise.

"This is worth the money!"

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

I have to brag about it. The stuff given by "Fallen Empire" is really awesome!

Of course, thanks to the players' superb performance, the Death Corps, which is famous for its casualty rate, only lost about 30 people this time.

In normal times, this amount of casualties would be a small fraction for them.

"We must take advantage of this battle to import more goods!"

Including the R-36 "Sanction" air-to-ground missile used by the "Seagull" drone. One EMP missile directly turned the entire military base into a deaf and dumb person, and the unit price was only 250,000!

Then there was the white phosphorus bomb, which was sold for only 100,000 Cr and had an amazing killing effect on soft targets.

Although the price is not good value for money, it doesn't matter anyway because it is the military aid budget and not their own money.

To be honest, Chu Guang originally thought that the guys on the East Coast would be taboo about such cruel weapons, but he didn't expect that he was overthinking.

Leaning back on the sofa, Chu Guang looked at Xiao Qi sitting on the desk and said with a beaming face.

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

"Okay! Master!" Xiao Qi answered enthusiastically and contacted the seller obediently.

Chu Guang continued to browse the forum and found that his "pangolin" had just been launched, so he clicked on the post of this gentleman.

Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Fuck! You are so cruel. You attacked me right after I left!"

Yin Lena: "Is your identity exposed? If it is, I will let Mole draw a book for you. (Funny)"

Mole on the run in the canyon: "Get lost! I don't draw that kind of book!"

Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Exposed! Fortunately, I was smart and got it to Hu. Next time, you should take it easy. At least wait until I am far away before bombing! By the way, the 530 camp you bombed seems to be the logistics hub of the northern front of the Legion... Because the combat plan was exposed, the northern offensive of the Legion was forced to be postponed. I just heard from Korway."

Quit Smoking: "Fuck! Awesome!"

Ye Shi: "666!"

Fun Commander: "Hahaha, I actually think the timing of this operation is quite good. Although the timing is a bit coincidental, because of this, you are not easily suspected."

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

Edge paddling: "Hey, don't say it, the friendly forces responsible for the sheep attack got the time zone wrong this time, and the action was advanced by a full hour! Fortunately, we rushed there in time, if we were a few minutes later, we would have been wiped out!"

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

Edge paddling: "Of course, the old tricycle on the construction site is almost smoking!"

Construction site boy and brick: "MMP! You still have the nerve to say that! (angry)"

Drum shampooer: "That's right! Too fucking stingy! Next time, at least use a battery car!"

Edge paddling: "Fuck! Can you say that I'm stingy? You guys should at least consider the actual situation! There's sand everywhere, where can you charge your battery?"

The head of the Death Corps argued with the strength beasts in the Corps. Several intelligence players opened a new post and boasted to other players.

Especially the debt-ridden big-eyed one.

He was so happy to operate the "Seagull" drone to catch fries in the sky that he almost boasted about the power of the drone.

The only flaw was that the ammunition load was too small.

He hadn't had enough fun when he ran out of bullets.

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

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

More than 800 kilometers.

It takes a pigeon a day to fly this distance.

There are no large communication base stations or communication satellites. It is a bit unrealistic to complete the intelligence exchange and formulate a combat plan in two days.

After confirming the safety of the intelligence personnel, Chu Guang did not rush to issue him new tasks, but let him lie in wait.

He planned to use this chess piece in a critical place.

It would be best if he could take away those big-nosed people in one go.

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