Far away.
The flying snow all over the sky and more than a dozen gunshots added a touch of sadness to the funeral.
The three Marines who died in action were sent to a freezer, and the crew of the Trailblazer held a simple funeral for them.
In order to prevent the corpses of their comrades from being eaten by alien species, they would freeze the corpses and store them in the morgue. After the expedition triumphed, they would bring them back to Ideal City for burial.
There were one hundred people on the Pioneer when it set off, but now there are only ninety people left, and three people are lying in the medical cabin for treatment, waiting for the prosthetic body implantation operation.
Looking at the body of his comrade-in-arms, Oliver felt a little heavy, and even felt a little confused.
He doesn't doubt the decision of the top management of the company, and he is not afraid of dying on the way to find shelter No. 0. However, what worries him is that he doesn't know how many people will die if he continues like this.
It's only arrived in the River Valley Province, and the staff has already been reduced by 10%.
If we continue to go west and go deep into the wilderness...
At this time, his adjutant Bob came to him and said in a low voice.
"We should increase the stockpile of weapons, at least another 500 tons. The further we go west, the more likely we will encounter legion forces. I worry... there will be new situations by then."
Oliver nodded.
"Last night, I discussed this issue with Section Chief Howard of the logistics department. On the one hand, we need to increase our weapons reserves, and on the other hand, we need to actively obtain reinforcements from the corporate headquarters. I plan to help the residents of shelter 404 strengthen their base of operations. If reinforcements from Corporate HQ arrive later, resupply can be obtained from them."
Not just because of this layer of considerations.
Oliver was concerned that General Klass of the Expeditionary Force had learned that shelter 404 had been given the title of "Permanent Partner of the Enterprise" not long after the loss of his Thousand-Man Brigade.
That undoubtedly told them that shelter 404 played a decisive role in the outcome of that war.
Maybe General Klaas would not lose his mind over a commander and forget what he was doing in the River Valley Province.
But it is hard to say whether they will take other retaliatory actions.
After all, those predators are the "number one fans" of the Legion, and many of the looters' organization and slave taming skills were simply copied from the Legion.
Bob nodded slightly.
"I think so too."
...
The sky was dimly lit.
At the operational camp in the distance, the industrious residents of shelter 404 have already started cooking.
Sitting in the camp, Tomorrow had a bandage on his left arm and a bowl in his hand. He took a sip of the noodle soup and said with emotion.
"Hey, fortunately Brother Scrambled Eggs is still alive, otherwise I wouldn't be able to eat this noodle."
Both bow and life were saved.
The only pity is that Brother Walker was sacrificed, Bunny couldn't get on the online today because of something, and Brother Gale lost an arm and is receiving treatment on the Pioneer.
He can only sit here and eat this bowl of noodles.
"I'm a physique anyway, so it's so easy to get lost," Brother Scrambled, who was in charge of the spoon with a plaster on his face, still yelled, "Next."
Although more than a hundred people died last night, the living did not seem to be affected. They only sighed occasionally in the chat, as if they were sorry for the victims.
Leaning next to the waterwheel and eating the steamed buns he just bought, Nick couldn't help but sigh with emotion as he looked at the white smoke floating in the distance.
"Maybe we should emulate their optimism."
"Yeah..." Wrench nodded, his eyes full of admiration and emotion, "Maybe, this is why they can survive in this miserable world."
"Speaking of which, today's soy milk is pretty good."
"Indeed! To be honest, I really wish I could leave the grow pod to them... It's a waste to let the freeze-drying workshop and mobile kitchen handle those precious ingredients."
At this time, a jet-black transport plane flew from the direction of Lonia Lake in the south.
Its shape resembles a dolphin, with a wide nose and a slender fuselage. The two engines located at the bottom of the cabin, one behind the other, spray out coquettish blue arcs of fire, pushing the fuselage forward.
The electromagnetic point defense on the top of the Pioneer aimed at it, followed its outline for a while, and then fired two mass bombs as a warning.
The explosion that broke through the sound barrier forced the plane to stop, and it stopped moving forward sensiblely, and landed slowly in the open area south of the Pioneer.
The engine was turned off, and four men wearing exoskeletons jumped out of the cabin neatly, walking towards the Pioneer from a distance.
Many players in the action camp saw this scene, with surprised expressions on their faces.
"WTF?"
"A helicopter without a propeller!"
"That engine with blue light is so handsome..."
"If only I could buy one!"
"One million silver coins, go buy it."
"Shut up, what if you were overheard by the planner?"
For this group of uninvited guests, although the Pioneer did not sound the alarm, it has also entered the stage of first-level combat readiness. The staff of the logistics department took the elevator back to the inside of the fortress, and they were replaced by four marines wearing power armor.
Walking forward with three teammates, Captain Oliver stared at the four in front of him, frowning slightly.
"You are?"
The leading man stepped forward and said politely.
"We are members of the Boulder City militia, and my name is Justin."
Oliver stared at him.
"The First Pioneering Corps of the Silver Wing Group, Oliver, explain your purpose."
"Aftermath, we don't want to intervene in your conflict, but this conflict happened on our territory after all..."
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the fixed-wing drone taking off from the top of the fortress. Justin raised his hands helplessly, "Don't be nervous, friends who came from afar, anyway, your fight is over, how about stopping here? Why don't you deal with the prisoners? We, we can pay a ransom for them... It's useless for you to keep them anyway, isn't it?"
"Are you here on behalf of the Legion?" Oliver's tone sank.
Justin said.
"A neutral third party, of course, if you refuse, we won't say anything. After all, they are your captive, and you have the right to deal with him."
Oliver pondered for a while and said.
"The matter of the captives is not up to me alone. I have to ask the opinions of our allies."
"Allies?" The man froze for a moment, exchanged surprised glances with his teammates, finally looked at Oliver, nodded helplessly, "Okay...we can wait."
How dare someone meddle in the affairs of the Legion?
What a warrior!
Watching those people return to the plane, Oliver also brought his subordinates back to the Pioneer, and hung up the phone to Lucius.
When the call was made, Lucius happened to be at the office, receiving the pension payment list from Dante.
117000CR and a magnetic confinement plasma processing machine tool.
Yes, the latter is free.
After this battle, the chief of the logistics department changed his previous attitude and decided to repair the machine tool for them free of charge as a reward for shelter 404's helping hand in that encounter.
It's just that the technology of that machine tool is relatively complicated, and it will take about a week to completely repair it, so he needs to wait patiently for a while. Dante assured Lucius that he would absolutely deliver that thing to them before leaving.
Of course Lucius didn't mind waiting, and he wasn't in a hurry.
Saving 100,000 CR is a bloody profit, okay?
The price he paid was only 117 points of active substances. Since those clones left more than 2,000 corpses, rounding it up equals no cost.
In addition, there is a pension of 117,000CR, whether it is used to buy guns or food, it is very cool, okay?
Of course, because tens of thousands of CRs involve a huge amount of materials, Dante also reminded Lucius that the production capacity of the Pioneer has a limit. If you need to buy a large amount of materials, it is best to place an order in advance. There will not be a lot of reserves, and it will take time to arrange production.
Like an assault rifle. Such as agricultural products.
If you can't deliver before departure, you can only give them the money and let them buy it with the company's caravan.
Of course, these problems are not a problem in Lucius's view.
If shelter 404 becomes a permanent partner of the company, it will be fine even if the CR is not used up, and it will be used one day.
Lucius was a group of happy people at the moment, but he couldn't show too much excitement at the moment. He felt that all his 16 points of strength were used to hold back his laughter.
However, before he was happy for a while, he soon received a call from Oliver...
"Boulder City? Are they going to redeem people?" After listening to what Captain Oliver said, Lucius was stunned.
Two days ago, he was still talking about why the people in Boulder City had been quiet for a long time, but they came here early this morning.
"Yes." In the holographic image, Oliver nodded, "Their people just arrived in the northern suburbs."
Lucius then asked.
"How did they get here?"
Such a big snow! The road from the northern suburbs to the third ring road is completely closed. This is not a matter of a short 10 to 20 kilometers, but a matter of climbing a few mountains and drilling a few holes!
The most important thing is that they didn't pass the elevated north out of the city, the hummingbirds wandering in this area, and they didn't even see them at all.
Could it be possible to pass over the lake?
Oliver: "It's a twin-engine rotorless helicopter."
Lucius: "..."
All right. He was wasting his expression.
However, since they can afford to fly, they are not ordinary mercenaries or mercenary armed forces. Most likely they are members of the Boulder City militia.
Looking at Oliver's holographic image, Lucius's expression became serious, and he said without even asking for a ransom.
"We can't take this ransom!"
Oliver looked at Lucius and asked.
"We didn't promise them. Before deciding what to do with those prisoners, I want to know your views."
View? What can you say about this?
If the captives were released and the expeditionary forces in the north knew that they had ruined their good deeds, the fun would be great.
Although the expeditionary force of the legion will know that it was their own hands sooner or later, but the same thing is known in different ways, and the possible consequences are completely different.
If Vanus hadn't returned, even if the general of the expeditionary army knew the inside story, he might not have sent someone to the south to search for a stupid loser.
Marching in heavy snow was slow, and when the snow stopped, the Pioneer was gone, and it was not worth crossing 500 kilometers to beat up a bunch of country bumpkins.
If there are fewer people, the head will be given away. If there are too many people, the capital will not be recovered.
But if Vanus was allowed to go back alive, it would be hard to say. What if this guy convinces his general, gathers a thousand-man team, and runs back to find a place?
It's not entirely impossible.
Considering the commander's connections within the legion and the expeditionary force, as well as possible kinship, Lucius could list at least four completely different possibilities.
Oliver asked after a little thought.
"Then how do you think it's better to deal with it?"
"If you don't plan to take him with you when you leave, then hand over these captives to us," Lucius said sincerely, looking at Oliver in the holographic image, "After the northern expeditionary force is defeated, I will give them to you." His chance to redeem himself, but not now."
It’s definitely not possible to release him, and it’s not appropriate to kill him. It’s best to save it until the expeditionary force withdraws from the River Valley Province. We will decide whether to deal with him or give him a chance to redeem himself according to the specific situation.
The commanders of the legion are all slave owners, and they can always find ways to squeeze some benefits from them.
If it doesn't work, it will be the same when it is sold to Boulder City.
At least during the period when the legion's expeditionary force was still in Red River Province, Lucius couldn't put this unstable factor back.
Oliver probably thought of this as well, and nodded.
"Okay, actually I don't agree with letting him go now, at least before we set off, we have to control him and make sure he doesn't run around. Since we have the same idea, those envoys from Boulder City, I Just play it and go."
Lucius breathed a sigh of relief and nodded slightly.
"It's so good."
...
The pitch-black helicopter took off again and headed back towards the Boulder City on the edge of the third ring road in Spring City.
Glancing at the Pioneer which was getting further and further away, Justin had some regret on his face.
The militia soldier sitting next to him couldn't help asking.
"Sir, are we leaving like this?"
Justin glanced at him.
"What else? Do you have a better idea?"
The soldier immediately shut up and did not speak. What good idea can he have.
He was just worried that the head of the group would blame them if he saw that they had failed.
But speaking of it, these country bumpkins in the northern suburbs are really brave enough to get involved in the dispute between the legion and the enterprise.
Are they planning to dance in a minefield? He don't understand.
Action camp not far away.
The players who originally thought that there would be some new plots dispersed in dismay and went to do their own things.
"What the hell are these guys here for?"
"Have no idea……"
"Who do you think those people are?"
"It seems that the equipment is not the same as the company's... Could it be someone from Boulder City?"
"Possible."
At twelve o'clock in the morning of the game time, and at twelve o'clock in the real time tomorrow, a loot auction will be held on the official website.
Judging from the pictures posted in the announcement, many good things are on the list of the auction, and many young players who are still online have decided that it is a good idea to make some money during this time, and wait until the auction When you meet, you can also take pictures of your favorite equipment.
Meanwhile, aboard the Poineer.
Gale, who was lying on the medical bed, looked at his right hand in surprise, with disbelief written all over his face.
It was a mechanical arm.
The shiny steel shell looks quite strong and heavy, but it doesn't affect its flexibility in the slightest.
To be honest, it doesn't look like a prosthesis at all. It's almost as if it grew out of him!
He was lying in the trench at that time, thinking that he was going to go down to accompany Walker OB soon, but unexpectedly, a soldier wearing an exoskeleton rescued him, croaked, and then carried him on a stretcher.
In short, he, who was not repaired, seemed to be the only seriously injured survivor who survived.
In order to save him, the Pioneer carried him onto the operating table, injected him with anesthesia... and then Gale was disconnected.
In reality, I spent an ordinary afternoon. At night, Gale put on the helmet with the mentality of trying, but unexpectedly successfully connected.
And when he woke up from the coma, he found himself like this.
At this time, the door of the infirmary opened. A doctor in a surgical gown walks in.
"You're awake, how are you feeling?"
Gale: "..."
What is this person talking about.
No subtitles either.
Seeing that he didn't speak, the doctor sighed slightly and continued.
"Sorry, we have tried our best. More than 90% of the tissue in your right hand has been necrotic, so we can only amputate you. Later, we checked your nervous system and found that the neurons were unexpectedly active, which is just right for a prosthetic implant. conditions, so I installed this robotic arm for you."
"Compared with the bionic prosthetic body, this kind of manipulator may be inconvenient in life, but it is quite convenient to carry heavy objects and operate equipment. We do not have the conditions to manufacture bionic prosthetic body here. If you expect the one that is exactly the same as the original You can pay attention to the company's caravan... If you are lucky, you should be able to buy it."
Gale couldn't understand what the doctor was saying, he just felt that this new arm was really awesome, and he wished he could run to play tricks with his little friends now——
Oh no, it should be Annunciation!
This wave is far from a loss. It's just a big profit!
After the doctor finished speaking, Gale nodded sincerely.
"Thanks!"
A smile appeared on the doctor's face. Although he didn't understand what he said, he could still distinguish the patient's expression.
"You're welcome, this is what we should do!"
...
Taking the elevator down from the Pioneer, Gale returning to the action camp happened to hear the conversations of the surrounding players.
"It seems that there is one more collection task... Going to the construction site in the northern city to move stones, what is this for? Are you going to burn cement again?"
"I don't know, don't mind him! Anyway, the task income is quite high, just go and have a look."
After this battle, there seems to be a wave of soft updates in the game. Although the BUG of the expansion pack has not been resolved, there are a lot of new tasks, so that there is a shortage of labor at the operation camp.
In addition to the tasks of recycling garbage, the old Luka also released some tasks of collecting stones and driving trucks.
The trucks seized from the Legion earlier were sent to the two sides of the operation camp. And the fortress of the allies seems to have a new move-a modular production tool is deployed next to the operation camp.
Judging from the materials piled next to it, that module seems to produce cement?
It's just that the wind still doesn't quite understand, what do these people want cement for? Are they still planning to build a permanent fortification here?
At this time, Tomorrow came over and was about to say hello when he caught sight of his arm.
"F*ck?! What's wrong with your arm?"
There was a sullen smile on Gale's face.
"I don't know, it's like this as soon as I wake up."
Tomorrow stretched out his hand excitedly to pull him.
"What are you doing?"
"There seems to be a group of mutated snow wolves on the battlefield in the Tuna area. They wandered here from nowhere. Anyway, it has affected our recovery of the clone corpses." Tomorrow stuffed a bag of javelins into the hands of the wind, smiling. He said, "It just so happened that I received a mission to drive away the mutated snow wolves, why don't you try it too?"
Gale happened to have this plan too, wanting to try the power of this mechanical arm, weighed the feather-light javelin bag in his hand, and nodded.
"Okay... when shall we leave?"
"Just now! The truck to Tuna District is about to leave, let's hurry up and rub it, ten kilometers is not far away!"
The engineer and logistics staff standing next to the cement production workshop looked up at the backs of the two players.
"...Are they going hunting?"
"Seems like it."
"I always feel that the man with the javelin looks familiar."
"I remember him. He was the one who was rescued from the battlefield yesterday. His arm was blown off, and only half of his sleeves were left hanging on his shoulders! The prosthetic body implant surgery that Section Chief Oliver personally arranged for him is probably awake now. Alright..."
As they spoke, both of them showed expressions of admiration on their faces.
As soon as he got off the operating table, he went out to hunt with a weapon in his hand.
This is too awesome!
Far away.
The flying snow all over the sky and more than a dozen gunshots added a touch of sadness to the funeral.
The three Marines who died in action were sent to a freezer, and the crew of the Trailblazer held a simple funeral for them.
In order to prevent the corpses of their comrades from being eaten by alien species, they would freeze the corpses and store them in the morgue. After the expedition triumphed, they would bring them back to Ideal City for burial.
There were one hundred people on the Pioneer when it set off, but now there are only ninety people left, and three people are lying in the medical cabin for treatment, waiting for the prosthetic body implantation operation.
Looking at the body of his comrade-in-arms, Oliver felt a little heavy, and even felt a little confused.
He doesn't doubt the decision of the top management of the company, and he is not afraid of dying on the way to find shelter No. 0. However, what worries him is that he doesn't know how many people will die if he continues like this.
It's only arrived in the River Valley Province, and the staff has already been reduced by 10%.
If we continue to go west and go deep into the wilderness...
At this time, his adjutant Bob came to him and said in a low voice.
"We should increase the stockpile of weapons, at least another 500 tons. The further we go west, the more likely we will encounter legion forces. I worry... there will be new situations by then."
Oliver nodded.
"Last night, I discussed this issue with Section Chief Howard of the logistics department. On the one hand, we need to increase our weapons reserves, and on the other hand, we need to actively obtain reinforcements from the corporate headquarters. I plan to help the residents of shelter 404 strengthen their base of operations. If reinforcements from Corporate HQ arrive later, resupply can be obtained from them."
Not just because of this layer of considerations.
Oliver was concerned that General Klass of the Expeditionary Force had learned that shelter 404 had been given the title of "Permanent Partner of the Enterprise" not long after the loss of his Thousand-Man Brigade.
That undoubtedly told them that shelter 404 played a decisive role in the outcome of that war.
Maybe General Klaas would not lose his mind over a commander and forget what he was doing in the River Valley Province.
But it is hard to say whether they will take other retaliatory actions.
After all, those predators are the "number one fans" of the Legion, and many of the looters' organization and slave taming skills were simply copied from the Legion.
Bob nodded slightly.
"I think so too."
...
The sky was dimly lit.
At the operational camp in the distance, the industrious residents of shelter 404 have already started cooking.
Sitting in the camp, Tomorrow had a bandage on his left arm and a bowl in his hand. He took a sip of the noodle soup and said with emotion.
"Hey, fortunately Brother Scrambled Eggs is still alive, otherwise I wouldn't be able to eat this noodle."
Both bow and life were saved.
The only pity is that Brother Walker was sacrificed, Bunny couldn't get on the online today because of something, and Brother Gale lost an arm and is receiving treatment on the Pioneer.
He can only sit here and eat this bowl of noodles.
"I'm a physique anyway, so it's so easy to get lost," Brother Scrambled, who was in charge of the spoon with a plaster on his face, still yelled, "Next."
Although more than a hundred people died last night, the living did not seem to be affected. They only sighed occasionally in the chat, as if they were sorry for the victims.
Leaning next to the waterwheel and eating the steamed buns he just bought, Nick couldn't help but sigh with emotion as he looked at the white smoke floating in the distance.
"Maybe we should emulate their optimism."
"Yeah..." Wrench nodded, his eyes full of admiration and emotion, "Maybe, this is why they can survive in this miserable world."
"Speaking of which, today's soy milk is pretty good."
"Indeed! To be honest, I really wish I could leave the grow pod to them... It's a waste to let the freeze-drying workshop and mobile kitchen handle those precious ingredients."
At this time, a jet-black transport plane flew from the direction of Lonia Lake in the south.
Its shape resembles a dolphin, with a wide nose and a slender fuselage. The two engines located at the bottom of the cabin, one behind the other, spray out coquettish blue arcs of fire, pushing the fuselage forward.
The electromagnetic point defense on the top of the Pioneer aimed at it, followed its outline for a while, and then fired two mass bombs as a warning.
The explosion that broke through the sound barrier forced the plane to stop, and it stopped moving forward sensiblely, and landed slowly in the open area south of the Pioneer.
The engine was turned off, and four men wearing exoskeletons jumped out of the cabin neatly, walking towards the Pioneer from a distance.
Many players in the action camp saw this scene, with surprised expressions on their faces.
"WTF?"
"A helicopter without a propeller!"
"That engine with blue light is so handsome..."
"If only I could buy one!"
"One million silver coins, go buy it."
"Shut up, what if you were overheard by the planner?"
For this group of uninvited guests, although the Pioneer did not sound the alarm, it has also entered the stage of first-level combat readiness. The staff of the logistics department took the elevator back to the inside of the fortress, and they were replaced by four marines wearing power armor.
Walking forward with three teammates, Captain Oliver stared at the four in front of him, frowning slightly.
"You are?"
The leading man stepped forward and said politely.
"We are members of the Boulder City militia, and my name is Justin."
Oliver stared at him.
"The First Pioneering Corps of the Silver Wing Group, Oliver, explain your purpose."
"Aftermath, we don't want to intervene in your conflict, but this conflict happened on our territory after all..."
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the fixed-wing drone taking off from the top of the fortress. Justin raised his hands helplessly, "Don't be nervous, friends who came from afar, anyway, your fight is over, how about stopping here? Why don't you deal with the prisoners? We, we can pay a ransom for them... It's useless for you to keep them anyway, isn't it?"
"Are you here on behalf of the Legion?" Oliver's tone sank.
Justin said.
"A neutral third party, of course, if you refuse, we won't say anything. After all, they are your captive, and you have the right to deal with him."
Oliver pondered for a while and said.
"The matter of the captives is not up to me alone. I have to ask the opinions of our allies."
"Allies?" The man froze for a moment, exchanged surprised glances with his teammates, finally looked at Oliver, nodded helplessly, "Okay...we can wait."
How dare someone meddle in the affairs of the Legion?
What a warrior!
Watching those people return to the plane, Oliver also brought his subordinates back to the Pioneer, and hung up the phone to Lucius.
When the call was made, Lucius happened to be at the office, receiving the pension payment list from Dante.
117000CR and a magnetic confinement plasma processing machine tool.
Yes, the latter is free.
After this battle, the chief of the logistics department changed his previous attitude and decided to repair the machine tool for them free of charge as a reward for shelter 404's helping hand in that encounter.
It's just that the technology of that machine tool is relatively complicated, and it will take about a week to completely repair it, so he needs to wait patiently for a while. Dante assured Lucius that he would absolutely deliver that thing to them before leaving.
Of course Lucius didn't mind waiting, and he wasn't in a hurry.
Saving 100,000 CR is a bloody profit, okay?
The price he paid was only 117 points of active substances. Since those clones left more than 2,000 corpses, rounding it up equals no cost.
In addition, there is a pension of 117,000CR, whether it is used to buy guns or food, it is very cool, okay?
Of course, because tens of thousands of CRs involve a huge amount of materials, Dante also reminded Lucius that the production capacity of the Pioneer has a limit. If you need to buy a large amount of materials, it is best to place an order in advance. There will not be a lot of reserves, and it will take time to arrange production.
Like an assault rifle. Such as agricultural products.
If you can't deliver before departure, you can only give them the money and let them buy it with the company's caravan.
Of course, these problems are not a problem in Lucius's view.
If shelter 404 becomes a permanent partner of the company, it will be fine even if the CR is not used up, and it will be used one day.
Lucius was a group of happy people at the moment, but he couldn't show too much excitement at the moment. He felt that all his 16 points of strength were used to hold back his laughter.
However, before he was happy for a while, he soon received a call from Oliver...
"Boulder City? Are they going to redeem people?" After listening to what Captain Oliver said, Lucius was stunned.
Two days ago, he was still talking about why the people in Boulder City had been quiet for a long time, but they came here early this morning.
"Yes." In the holographic image, Oliver nodded, "Their people just arrived in the northern suburbs."
Lucius then asked.
"How did they get here?"
Such a big snow! The road from the northern suburbs to the third ring road is completely closed. This is not a matter of a short 10 to 20 kilometers, but a matter of climbing a few mountains and drilling a few holes!
The most important thing is that they didn't pass the elevated north out of the city, the hummingbirds wandering in this area, and they didn't even see them at all.
Could it be possible to pass over the lake?
Oliver: "It's a twin-engine rotorless helicopter."
Lucius: "..."
All right. He was wasting his expression.
However, since they can afford to fly, they are not ordinary mercenaries or mercenary armed forces. Most likely they are members of the Boulder City militia.
Looking at Oliver's holographic image, Lucius's expression became serious, and he said without even asking for a ransom.
"We can't take this ransom!"
Oliver looked at Lucius and asked.
"We didn't promise them. Before deciding what to do with those prisoners, I want to know your views."
View? What can you say about this?
If the captives were released and the expeditionary forces in the north knew that they had ruined their good deeds, the fun would be great.
Although the expeditionary force of the legion will know that it was their own hands sooner or later, but the same thing is known in different ways, and the possible consequences are completely different.
If Vanus hadn't returned, even if the general of the expeditionary army knew the inside story, he might not have sent someone to the south to search for a stupid loser.
Marching in heavy snow was slow, and when the snow stopped, the Pioneer was gone, and it was not worth crossing 500 kilometers to beat up a bunch of country bumpkins.
If there are fewer people, the head will be given away. If there are too many people, the capital will not be recovered.
But if Vanus was allowed to go back alive, it would be hard to say. What if this guy convinces his general, gathers a thousand-man team, and runs back to find a place?
It's not entirely impossible.
Considering the commander's connections within the legion and the expeditionary force, as well as possible kinship, Lucius could list at least four completely different possibilities.
Oliver asked after a little thought.
"Then how do you think it's better to deal with it?"
"If you don't plan to take him with you when you leave, then hand over these captives to us," Lucius said sincerely, looking at Oliver in the holographic image, "After the northern expeditionary force is defeated, I will give them to you." His chance to redeem himself, but not now."
It’s definitely not possible to release him, and it’s not appropriate to kill him. It’s best to save it until the expeditionary force withdraws from the River Valley Province. We will decide whether to deal with him or give him a chance to redeem himself according to the specific situation.
The commanders of the legion are all slave owners, and they can always find ways to squeeze some benefits from them.
If it doesn't work, it will be the same when it is sold to Boulder City.
At least during the period when the legion's expeditionary force was still in Red River Province, Lucius couldn't put this unstable factor back.
Oliver probably thought of this as well, and nodded.
"Okay, actually I don't agree with letting him go now, at least before we set off, we have to control him and make sure he doesn't run around. Since we have the same idea, those envoys from Boulder City, I Just play it and go."
Lucius breathed a sigh of relief and nodded slightly.
"It's so good."
...
The pitch-black helicopter took off again and headed back towards the Boulder City on the edge of the third ring road in Spring City.
Glancing at the Pioneer which was getting further and further away, Justin had some regret on his face.
The militia soldier sitting next to him couldn't help asking.
"Sir, are we leaving like this?"
Justin glanced at him.
"What else? Do you have a better idea?"
The soldier immediately shut up and did not speak. What good idea can he have.
He was just worried that the head of the group would blame them if he saw that they had failed.
But speaking of it, these country bumpkins in the northern suburbs are really brave enough to get involved in the dispute between the legion and the enterprise.
Are they planning to dance in a minefield? He don't understand.
Action camp not far away.
The players who originally thought that there would be some new plots dispersed in dismay and went to do their own things.
"What the hell are these guys here for?"
"Have no idea……"
"Who do you think those people are?"
"It seems that the equipment is not the same as the company's... Could it be someone from Boulder City?"
"Possible."
At twelve o'clock in the morning of the game time, and at twelve o'clock in the real time tomorrow, a loot auction will be held on the official website.
Judging from the pictures posted in the announcement, many good things are on the list of the auction, and many young players who are still online have decided that it is a good idea to make some money during this time, and wait until the auction When you meet, you can also take pictures of your favorite equipment.
Meanwhile, aboard the Poineer.
Gale, who was lying on the medical bed, looked at his right hand in surprise, with disbelief written all over his face.
It was a mechanical arm.
The shiny steel shell looks quite strong and heavy, but it doesn't affect its flexibility in the slightest.
To be honest, it doesn't look like a prosthesis at all. It's almost as if it grew out of him!
He was lying in the trench at that time, thinking that he was going to go down to accompany Walker OB soon, but unexpectedly, a soldier wearing an exoskeleton rescued him, croaked, and then carried him on a stretcher.
In short, he, who was not repaired, seemed to be the only seriously injured survivor who survived.
In order to save him, the Pioneer carried him onto the operating table, injected him with anesthesia... and then Gale was disconnected.
In reality, I spent an ordinary afternoon. At night, Gale put on the helmet with the mentality of trying, but unexpectedly successfully connected.
And when he woke up from the coma, he found himself like this.
At this time, the door of the infirmary opened. A doctor in a surgical gown walks in.
"You're awake, how are you feeling?"
Gale: "..."
What is this person talking about.
No subtitles either.
Seeing that he didn't speak, the doctor sighed slightly and continued.
"Sorry, we have tried our best. More than 90% of the tissue in your right hand has been necrotic, so we can only amputate you. Later, we checked your nervous system and found that the neurons were unexpectedly active, which is just right for a prosthetic implant. conditions, so I installed this robotic arm for you."
"Compared with the bionic prosthetic body, this kind of manipulator may be inconvenient in life, but it is quite convenient to carry heavy objects and operate equipment. We do not have the conditions to manufacture bionic prosthetic body here. If you expect the one that is exactly the same as the original You can pay attention to the company's caravan... If you are lucky, you should be able to buy it."
Gale couldn't understand what the doctor was saying, he just felt that this new arm was really awesome, and he wished he could run to play tricks with his little friends now——
Oh no, it should be Annunciation!
This wave is far from a loss. It's just a big profit!
After the doctor finished speaking, Gale nodded sincerely.
"Thanks!"
A smile appeared on the doctor's face. Although he didn't understand what he said, he could still distinguish the patient's expression.
"You're welcome, this is what we should do!"
...
Taking the elevator down from the Pioneer, Gale returning to the action camp happened to hear the conversations of the surrounding players.
"It seems that there is one more collection task... Going to the construction site in the northern city to move stones, what is this for? Are you going to burn cement again?"
"I don't know, don't mind him! Anyway, the task income is quite high, just go and have a look."
After this battle, there seems to be a wave of soft updates in the game. Although the BUG of the expansion pack has not been resolved, there are a lot of new tasks, so that there is a shortage of labor at the operation camp.
In addition to the tasks of recycling garbage, the old Luka also released some tasks of collecting stones and driving trucks.
The trucks seized from the Legion earlier were sent to the two sides of the operation camp. And the fortress of the allies seems to have a new move-a modular production tool is deployed next to the operation camp.
Judging from the materials piled next to it, that module seems to produce cement?
It's just that the wind still doesn't quite understand, what do these people want cement for? Are they still planning to build a permanent fortification here?
At this time, Tomorrow came over and was about to say hello when he caught sight of his arm.
"F*ck?! What's wrong with your arm?"
There was a sullen smile on Gale's face.
"I don't know, it's like this as soon as I wake up."
Tomorrow stretched out his hand excitedly to pull him.
"What are you doing?"
"There seems to be a group of mutated snow wolves on the battlefield in the Tuna area. They wandered here from nowhere. Anyway, it has affected our recovery of the clone corpses." Tomorrow stuffed a bag of javelins into the hands of the wind, smiling. He said, "It just so happened that I received a mission to drive away the mutated snow wolves, why don't you try it too?"
Gale happened to have this plan too, wanting to try the power of this mechanical arm, weighed the feather-light javelin bag in his hand, and nodded.
"Okay... when shall we leave?"
"Just now! The truck to Tuna District is about to leave, let's hurry up and rub it, ten kilometers is not far away!"
The engineer and logistics staff standing next to the cement production workshop looked up at the backs of the two players.
"...Are they going hunting?"
"Seems like it."
"I always feel that the man with the javelin looks familiar."
"I remember him. He was the one who was rescued from the battlefield yesterday. His arm was blown off, and only half of his sleeves were left hanging on his shoulders! The prosthetic body implant surgery that Section Chief Oliver personally arranged for him is probably awake now. Alright..."
As they spoke, both of them showed expressions of admiration on their faces.
As soon as he got off the operating table, he went out to hunt with a weapon in his hand.
This is too awesome!
