"I always thought that I was just an emotionless killing machine in FPS games, and just a task master who likes to rummage through boxes and cabinets in RPG games."
"Until this morning, I found that there was a familiar person missing from the guard."
"I don't know the guard's name, I only know that he is probably the oldest one in the guard."
"Like other unnamed NPCs, his life is very regular. There are only three things in his daily work, namely training, standing guard and patrolling. In addition, he also has one day off every week, usually on Thursday or Sunday, and every day he would sit by the lake and watch us fishing to pass the time."
"It's not that I'm bragging. As a senior angler, I can tell at a glance whether a person is fishing material. Few people can stand a whole day with nothing, but he can sit next to us and watch us empty-handed. rode all afternoon."
"So I asked Mosquito to help me make a fishing rod, and warned him not to add some extra functions on it, and then gave the fishing rod to the old man."
"The old man was very happy. He thanked me many times and wanted to give me silver coins. Seeing that I didn't take it, he gave me a dagger the next day. At first I thought it was a mission item, and I was quite excited. But it turned out that it wasn’t, it was just a normal gift. But even so, it’s still fun to feel unique.”
"Later I taught him how to swing a club, how to make nests, how to make simple traps out of bottles, and catch leech babies as bait. Sometimes we took the fish to the warehouse or sold them in the market, Sometimes it’s baked and eaten.”
"I'm like Robinson Robinson, I know a little bit about everything. And he's like Friday, not very smart, but easy to learn, full of curiosity about everything about us."
"Occasionally I would complain to him, complain about some troubles in reality, and he would also say something about himself, maybe about adventures, maybe about things he wants to do in the future, or something else."
"Even though we couldn't understand what the other was saying, surprisingly it didn't hinder our communication. And from him, I learned a lot of interesting words, even some of which I still don't know the meaning of to this day. "
"But... everything came to an abrupt end this morning."
"Serene-looking guards lined up at the north gate of Starwood Farm and fired three shots into the sky. I saw a teenager load his body onto a truck and watched as they cremated him and then His ashes were taken to the lake, and half were scattered on the shore and half in the lake."
"Perhaps it was his dying wish."
"At that moment, I suddenly felt that those NPCs were like living people, not just a cold program."
"I never thought that one day I would become friends with characters in the game, and I never thought that I would be sad because of an unexpected parting."
"For a moment, I wish I was the one who died that night."
"In memory of a fishing friend who will never come back."
"Even if I don't know his name in the end, I will remember the story about him, even if it's only me."
The post is very long.
The background building is also very high.
Lucius rarely saw this Sleepy Moon Fox guy posting on the forum before, but occasionally saw his replies in some posts.
But this time he wrote a lot.
Including the follow-up replies, he recounted the memories of the old man from the perspective of a friend, including some interesting things that happened while fishing.
Although it's not a grand story, it's all simple and unpretentious things, but those words seem to be alive.
Red Face Boxer: "Poor the fisherman..."
Tail: "No."
Sisi: "Sorry, I couldn't save your friend."
WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "Unfortunately, it would be great if the NPC can be resurrected."
8th Level Gale: "Well, but looking at it from another angle, it may be because the NPC has only one life, so we feel that the world in the game is extremely real. What we create is not just a meaningless number, but is given something of the soul."
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "Hey, I know, but I still feel so stuffed..."
Badass Bunny: "This game is always too real in the redundant places."
Tomorrow Seeker: "It's like an elusive life."
Shuri: "Hey..."
Yaya: "Well, my heart hurts."
Lucius saw the end and was silent for a long time. He typed a lot of words in the reply, but finally deleted it by pressing the backspace key.
Repeated for a long time.
Only one sentence remained.
Light: "His name is Mr. Holaa."
...
The sun rose as usual the next day.
While many will never return, life must go on.
For people living in the wasteland, death is the norm. People who are not strong enough in their hearts died two centuries ago, and it is impossible to survive until now with weak thoughts.
Guard training continues as usual.
Thirty new faces joined in and went to Starwood Farm for training.
Most of them are from refugee camps, and they all sign up voluntarily.
Perhaps it was inspired by those heroic deeds, or maybe it was just the steaming barbecue that made them feel that they had found their own home in this wasteland.
They don't want to go back to a life of vagabonds.
There is no retreat to escape, they decided to take up arms and defend the order and peace here with their own hands.
The entrance of the nursing home.
A fat big mouse got out of the door and stretched its waist facing the snow covered with morning sun.
"MMP! I'm alive!"
Rat people also have this advantage. Others need three days to live, he only needs OB one day to be online, again.
It just so happened that the Richest Elf King, who came out of the nursing home, glanced at this guy unexpectedly and asked curiously.
"When did you die?"
Stronger Than Others: "That night! I don't even have a gun, but I was shot under the nose, so I can only bite the bullet."
Having said that, Stronger Than Others sighed.
"Hey, just thinking about it makes me angry, I just saw a gun and was going to rush to pick it up, and then I was caught by a hyena."
Richest Elf King: "Ah, this..."
Mutant Hyena. This is the most common monster in the wasteland, right?
Although it is slightly stronger than the nibblers, it is not much stronger. Due to its keen sense of smell and good night vision, many predators like to raise it, and it is basically a heterogeneous species that novices can easily deal with.
But……
I heard that hyenas belong to the cat suborder? There is nothing wrong with blood suppression.
The cat ears on the top of the head moved slightly, and looked at the fat mouse with sympathy.
"That's too miserable..."
Ashamed to say.
He hadn't noticed at all when he had died off.
On the other side of the square, Tail carrying a rifle, also just came out of a nursing home.
It's just that compared with yesterday's full of enthusiasm, that expression looks somewhat depressed.
Sisi could tell what was on her mind at a glance, she said comfortingly.
"Tail has worked very hard. Although it's a pity, there's nothing you can do about it. If you want to scold, scold the dog planner for setting the difficulty too high."
"Well, I'm okay, I just think it would be better if I was stronger... But then again, if you say such things in the game, aren't you afraid that you will be targeted by the planner?"
Rumors spread widely on the forum, don't make fun of planners in games or forums, otherwise you would die on the spot.
Although it is metaphysics, sometimes she has to believe it.
Sisi immediately lowered his head, clasped her hands together, and sincerely reflected.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Planner, I was wrong, please forgive a little girl who spoke without restraint and said something without thinking."
"Hey!" Tail looked at her in surprise, "Aren't you admitting cowardly too quickly?"
At this time, the two happened to pass by the guard post of the outpost.
Tail subconsciously glanced over there, then stopped suddenly.
Sisi also stopped and cast a questioning look at her.
"What's wrong?"
"Look over there."
Tail pointed in the direction of the guard post.
Sisi looked in the direction she was pointing at, and saw that there was an extra wall next to the bulletin board.
Was it built yesterday?
A look of surprise appeared on Sisi's face.
She hadn't noticed it before.
She saw nails nailed on the wall, and some iron plates were hung on the nails.
"What's that hanging on the wall?"
"Well... there are twenty-five in total, and the names written on them are probably names? Probably something like a soldier's badge."
It turned out to be a memorial wall. This design is quite a wasteland style.
By the way, is this an easter egg of the production team?
Sisi suddenly noticed that Tail seemed to be in a better mood than before.
"Let's go," Tail regained her energy and said energetically, "In order to be promoted to the first echelon as soon as possible, there is no time to waste! Everyone in the outpost is still waiting for Tail to guard it!"
Sisi couldn't help showing a smile on his face.
Knew it. Still alive and kicking Tail is cuter. Although she felt that everyone should not expect them to help.
"Oh!"
"In order to get the MVP next time, we have to work hard."
...
North of the Elm District.
An abandoned town is located on the edge of the forest, and even the howling north wind can't blow away the bloody smell that settles there.
There used to be more than a hundred survivors living here, living a life basically isolated from the outside world.
However, just a month ago, a group of looters arrived here and completely turned this isolated town into a hell on earth.
Some people couldn't stand the torture and were hung on the wall after being slaughtered. A small number of people survived and became their slaves.
Those predators occupied their homes, took away their winter food, and transformed their houses into fortresses, placing wooden bunkers on the streets and windows, digging trenches, and building simple fortifications.
It's not like something a predator would do.
Even if they had slaves to use, few knew how or where to dig trenches and foxholes.
Building a position is a very delicate knowledge, and for the predators who are used to harassing by small groups of forces and swarming up and dispersing in droves, this is a skill that is not usually used at all.
All thanks to their staff officer, the man named Bernie.
As the former commander of the legion, his understanding and application of light infantry tactics can be said to have reached a level of proficiency.
After all, no one who can survive the indiscriminate bombing of the Great Rift Valley is an idler.
Not just building positions. Including the defensive deployment from the inside to the outside, as well as the patrol route of the patrol team, were all planned by the staff officer himself.
It was precisely because of this that when Bernie, covered in snow, stumbled out of the woods, he was immediately spotted by predators patrolling with dogs.
"Don't shoot!"
"Don't shoot! I'm one of you!"
Seeing the two predator sentries aiming at him, Bernie immediately dropped the gun in his hand on the snow and raised his hands hastily.
"Our own people?"
The predators walking in front held his gun and looked him up and down suspiciously.
"Which team are you under? Who is your boss?"
Before he even had time to catch his breath, Bernie said immediately.
"Grey Wolf! I'm a scout under Gray Wolf's tent... Please take me to see the Commander-in-Chief, I have something important to report!"
The two predators exchanged glances and felt that he didn't seem to be lying, so they took him to the checkpoint on the edge of the town, searched him there, and sent someone to report the situation to the commander-in-chief.
After hearing the news, the commander agreed to meet him.
Soon, Bernie was brought over.
As soon as he entered the room and saw the man sitting on the chair, he immediately knelt on the ground with his forehead firmly pressed against the floor, afraid to say a word in fear.
Leaning lazily, Lion Fang sitting on the chair looked down at him, and said slowly.
"You lost?"
Bernie swallowed, lowered his head, and said.
"Yes, my lord."
Loin Tooth, who was sitting next to Bernie, looked at him and said.
"Tell me what happened the night before last."
Not daring to hide it, Bernie immediately whispered.
"...After making all the preparations, under the order of the gray wolf, we launched a raid on Starwood Farm. However, the resistance of those survivors was more tenacious than we imagined. We once captured their walls, but Soon more and more reinforcements arrived, and we were eventually outnumbered."
Bernie described in detail what happened at that time.
Including their fierce battle with the defenders at the north gate, including the rubber tracks of the local survivors, including the amazingly powerful "Rapid-fire gun".
"Quadruple anti-aircraft guns, and high-explosive bombs..." Bernie, who was standing next to Lion's Tooth, listened carefully to the scout's statement. After pondering for a long time, he said solemnly, "These survivors are not easy to deal with."
Especially installing rubber tracks on the truck, an operation he hadn't thought of at all. What made him even more confused was, where did these people get so much rubber?
The expression on Lion Tooth's face was impassive.
After all, he didn't expect Gray Wolf to take down the survivor's stronghold.
Looking at the scout kneeling on the ground, he continued.
"Where's Gray Wolf?"
With his head firmly pressed against the floor, Bernie said tremblingly.
"I don't know... Gray Wolf, he said he would fight to the death."
Till his death?
This sentence successfully made Lion Tooth laugh.
It's really a euphemism.
But it doesn't matter, anyway, that guy is also a useless pawn, and it would be nice to use the lives of some foreigners to test the strength of the survivors in the northern suburbs of Spring City.
And it can also stimulate the cunning snake to make the first move irresistibly.
It can be said to kill two birds with one stone... oh no, kill three birds with one stone.
"Get out."
Hearing those three words, Bernie felt as if a mountain had been removed from his shoulder head, and he was instantly relieved, unaware that his back was soaked in sweat.
"Thank you, my lord!"
Not daring to stay here for another second, he hurriedly turned around and retreated.
The door closes.
Lion Fang looked at the staff officer sitting at the side, and said in a casual tone.
"I didn't expect it to be completely wiped out."
The staff officer gave him a strange look.
"I thought you did it on purpose."
Lion Tooth shook his head slightly.
"You misunderstood. I didn't think about letting him die outside. I just wanted to take this opportunity to beat this dishonest guy. I didn't expect this guy to have such a strong head, and he actually added more than one hundred and fifty people to himself. It was all lost there."
The Staff officer said.
"Then that flare gun you gave him?"
Lion Tooth said with a smile.
"Of course, it's for Black Snake."
The Staff officer was silent for a moment.
For some reason, he suddenly thought of General Klass, whose life and death were unknown, and the expedition that was massive but ultimately failed.
Perhaps they have also discarded pawns.
Who knows?
The big men never tell them everything, at most they tell them what to do now.
Including now.
He still didn't understand why his chief had chosen to join a group of natives. The people in the Great Rift Valley hadn't been wiped out, and it wasn't that they had no chance to go home.
"If Gray Wolf is captured, he will tell those people all our information, which is not a good thing."
Lion Tooth smiled lightly.
"I know, but what does it matter? Our strength is far stronger than theirs. Even if we look at each other's hole cards, we have a better chance of winning. Now the only suspense is one, how long can they last under the attack of the Black Snake. We must choose the right time to enter the battlefield, not too early, not too late... What do you think? My friend."
The Staff officer thought for a moment, then shook his head.
"I don't know, but it may not be easy for Black Snake to win."
Lion Tooth said disapprovingly.
"Just relying on those cannons?"
The Staff officer continued.
"It's not a problem with a certain piece of equipment, but the survivors in the northern suburbs have obviously possessed industrial capabilities and have been preparing for this war for a whole winter. However, the information we have is very limited. I don’t even know anything about it. If this war drags on for too long, it might not be a good thing for us.”
But relatively, if they can win this survivor settlement, the benefits they can get from it will also be huge.
A survivor stronghold with industrial capabilities is much richer than those agricultural communities.
In the few strongholds they robbed before, there were only some croissants and green wheat left in the warehouses. If they can capture the northern suburbs of Spring City, their chances of winning the attack on Boulder City will be much higher.
Lion Tooth stroked his chin.
"Then how do you think we should end this war as soon as possible?"
The Staff officer said.
"It is the best choice to act together with friendly forces in the southern suburbs of Caxton City."
"That's impossible," Lion Tooth waved his hand, interrupting his words, "I know that guy too well, he will definitely not cooperate with us."
The Staff officer gave a wry smile.
Noticing the expression on the staff officer's face, Lion Tooth smiled and comforted him.
"Don't worry, this tough bone may be a little bit hard to crack, but it's just a little bit. We have absolute advantages in terms of equipment and manpower, and even a mouthful of saliva can drown them all."
"As long as our friendly forces take action to restrain their frontal force, I will immediately lead my brothers to set off, appear on their flanks by surprise, and cooperate with our friendly forces to wipe them out in one fell swoop!"
"Don't you think this plan is perfect?"
Moreover, a part of the manpower can be allocated to capture their stronghold before the Black Snake.
When that cunning and greedy guy sees his own flag flying above Starwood Farm, he will definitely explode his lungs.
Thinking of this, Lion Tooth couldn't help showing a happy expression on his face.
Looking at this overly optimistic commander, The Staff officer sighed softly in his heart.
"You're right. That might be a good plan."
It would be great if everything really went as planned.
It is a full 20 kilometers away from Starwood Farm, and the 20 kilometers of snow is not easy to walk. During the period, there are forests and ruins. The team may be very long and consume a lot of energy.
Assuming that the Black Snake really fell into their conspiracy and decided to launch a lightning-like offensive before the end of winter, then the 20 kilometers of snow would probably become the biggest variable in this battle.
Can they really kill those people's flanks like soldiers from heaven when the battle is most anxious?
This is not as simple as drawing a picture on a map.
At this moment, there were footsteps outside the door, and a predator walked in quickly.
The man had an excited look on his face.
After entering the room, he knelt down on one knee and said in an excited tone.
"Good News, Boss!"
"That damn snake finally came out of its hole!"
"I always thought that I was just an emotionless killing machine in FPS games, and just a task master who likes to rummage through boxes and cabinets in RPG games."
"Until this morning, I found that there was a familiar person missing from the guard."
"I don't know the guard's name, I only know that he is probably the oldest one in the guard."
"Like other unnamed NPCs, his life is very regular. There are only three things in his daily work, namely training, standing guard and patrolling. In addition, he also has one day off every week, usually on Thursday or Sunday, and every day he would sit by the lake and watch us fishing to pass the time."
"It's not that I'm bragging. As a senior angler, I can tell at a glance whether a person is fishing material. Few people can stand a whole day with nothing, but he can sit next to us and watch us empty-handed. rode all afternoon."
"So I asked Mosquito to help me make a fishing rod, and warned him not to add some extra functions on it, and then gave the fishing rod to the old man."
"The old man was very happy. He thanked me many times and wanted to give me silver coins. Seeing that I didn't take it, he gave me a dagger the next day. At first I thought it was a mission item, and I was quite excited. But it turned out that it wasn’t, it was just a normal gift. But even so, it’s still fun to feel unique.”
"Later I taught him how to swing a club, how to make nests, how to make simple traps out of bottles, and catch leech babies as bait. Sometimes we took the fish to the warehouse or sold them in the market, Sometimes it’s baked and eaten.”
"I'm like Robinson Robinson, I know a little bit about everything. And he's like Friday, not very smart, but easy to learn, full of curiosity about everything about us."
"Occasionally I would complain to him, complain about some troubles in reality, and he would also say something about himself, maybe about adventures, maybe about things he wants to do in the future, or something else."
"Even though we couldn't understand what the other was saying, surprisingly it didn't hinder our communication. And from him, I learned a lot of interesting words, even some of which I still don't know the meaning of to this day. "
"But... everything came to an abrupt end this morning."
"Serene-looking guards lined up at the north gate of Starwood Farm and fired three shots into the sky. I saw a teenager load his body onto a truck and watched as they cremated him and then His ashes were taken to the lake, and half were scattered on the shore and half in the lake."
"Perhaps it was his dying wish."
"At that moment, I suddenly felt that those NPCs were like living people, not just a cold program."
"I never thought that one day I would become friends with characters in the game, and I never thought that I would be sad because of an unexpected parting."
"For a moment, I wish I was the one who died that night."
"In memory of a fishing friend who will never come back."
"Even if I don't know his name in the end, I will remember the story about him, even if it's only me."
The post is very long.
The background building is also very high.
Lucius rarely saw this Sleepy Moon Fox guy posting on the forum before, but occasionally saw his replies in some posts.
But this time he wrote a lot.
Including the follow-up replies, he recounted the memories of the old man from the perspective of a friend, including some interesting things that happened while fishing.
Although it's not a grand story, it's all simple and unpretentious things, but those words seem to be alive.
Red Face Boxer: "Poor the fisherman..."
Tail: "No."
Sisi: "Sorry, I couldn't save your friend."
WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "Unfortunately, it would be great if the NPC can be resurrected."
8th Level Gale: "Well, but looking at it from another angle, it may be because the NPC has only one life, so we feel that the world in the game is extremely real. What we create is not just a meaningless number, but is given something of the soul."
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "Hey, I know, but I still feel so stuffed..."
Badass Bunny: "This game is always too real in the redundant places."
Tomorrow Seeker: "It's like an elusive life."
Shuri: "Hey..."
Yaya: "Well, my heart hurts."
Lucius saw the end and was silent for a long time. He typed a lot of words in the reply, but finally deleted it by pressing the backspace key.
Repeated for a long time.
Only one sentence remained.
Light: "His name is Mr. Holaa."
...
The sun rose as usual the next day.
While many will never return, life must go on.
For people living in the wasteland, death is the norm. People who are not strong enough in their hearts died two centuries ago, and it is impossible to survive until now with weak thoughts.
Guard training continues as usual.
Thirty new faces joined in and went to Starwood Farm for training.
Most of them are from refugee camps, and they all sign up voluntarily.
Perhaps it was inspired by those heroic deeds, or maybe it was just the steaming barbecue that made them feel that they had found their own home in this wasteland.
They don't want to go back to a life of vagabonds.
There is no retreat to escape, they decided to take up arms and defend the order and peace here with their own hands.
The entrance of the nursing home.
A fat big mouse got out of the door and stretched its waist facing the snow covered with morning sun.
"MMP! I'm alive!"
Rat people also have this advantage. Others need three days to live, he only needs OB one day to be online, again.
It just so happened that the Richest Elf King, who came out of the nursing home, glanced at this guy unexpectedly and asked curiously.
"When did you die?"
Stronger Than Others: "That night! I don't even have a gun, but I was shot under the nose, so I can only bite the bullet."
Having said that, Stronger Than Others sighed.
"Hey, just thinking about it makes me angry, I just saw a gun and was going to rush to pick it up, and then I was caught by a hyena."
Richest Elf King: "Ah, this..."
Mutant Hyena. This is the most common monster in the wasteland, right?
Although it is slightly stronger than the nibblers, it is not much stronger. Due to its keen sense of smell and good night vision, many predators like to raise it, and it is basically a heterogeneous species that novices can easily deal with.
But……
I heard that hyenas belong to the cat suborder? There is nothing wrong with blood suppression.
The cat ears on the top of the head moved slightly, and looked at the fat mouse with sympathy.
"That's too miserable..."
Ashamed to say.
He hadn't noticed at all when he had died off.
On the other side of the square, Tail carrying a rifle, also just came out of a nursing home.
It's just that compared with yesterday's full of enthusiasm, that expression looks somewhat depressed.
Sisi could tell what was on her mind at a glance, she said comfortingly.
"Tail has worked very hard. Although it's a pity, there's nothing you can do about it. If you want to scold, scold the dog planner for setting the difficulty too high."
"Well, I'm okay, I just think it would be better if I was stronger... But then again, if you say such things in the game, aren't you afraid that you will be targeted by the planner?"
Rumors spread widely on the forum, don't make fun of planners in games or forums, otherwise you would die on the spot.
Although it is metaphysics, sometimes she has to believe it.
Sisi immediately lowered his head, clasped her hands together, and sincerely reflected.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Planner, I was wrong, please forgive a little girl who spoke without restraint and said something without thinking."
"Hey!" Tail looked at her in surprise, "Aren't you admitting cowardly too quickly?"
At this time, the two happened to pass by the guard post of the outpost.
Tail subconsciously glanced over there, then stopped suddenly.
Sisi also stopped and cast a questioning look at her.
"What's wrong?"
"Look over there."
Tail pointed in the direction of the guard post.
Sisi looked in the direction she was pointing at, and saw that there was an extra wall next to the bulletin board.
Was it built yesterday?
A look of surprise appeared on Sisi's face.
She hadn't noticed it before.
She saw nails nailed on the wall, and some iron plates were hung on the nails.
"What's that hanging on the wall?"
"Well... there are twenty-five in total, and the names written on them are probably names? Probably something like a soldier's badge."
It turned out to be a memorial wall. This design is quite a wasteland style.
By the way, is this an easter egg of the production team?
Sisi suddenly noticed that Tail seemed to be in a better mood than before.
"Let's go," Tail regained her energy and said energetically, "In order to be promoted to the first echelon as soon as possible, there is no time to waste! Everyone in the outpost is still waiting for Tail to guard it!"
Sisi couldn't help showing a smile on his face.
Knew it. Still alive and kicking Tail is cuter. Although she felt that everyone should not expect them to help.
"Oh!"
"In order to get the MVP next time, we have to work hard."
...
North of the Elm District.
An abandoned town is located on the edge of the forest, and even the howling north wind can't blow away the bloody smell that settles there.
There used to be more than a hundred survivors living here, living a life basically isolated from the outside world.
However, just a month ago, a group of looters arrived here and completely turned this isolated town into a hell on earth.
Some people couldn't stand the torture and were hung on the wall after being slaughtered. A small number of people survived and became their slaves.
Those predators occupied their homes, took away their winter food, and transformed their houses into fortresses, placing wooden bunkers on the streets and windows, digging trenches, and building simple fortifications.
It's not like something a predator would do.
Even if they had slaves to use, few knew how or where to dig trenches and foxholes.
Building a position is a very delicate knowledge, and for the predators who are used to harassing by small groups of forces and swarming up and dispersing in droves, this is a skill that is not usually used at all.
All thanks to their staff officer, the man named Bernie.
As the former commander of the legion, his understanding and application of light infantry tactics can be said to have reached a level of proficiency.
After all, no one who can survive the indiscriminate bombing of the Great Rift Valley is an idler.
Not just building positions. Including the defensive deployment from the inside to the outside, as well as the patrol route of the patrol team, were all planned by the staff officer himself.
It was precisely because of this that when Bernie, covered in snow, stumbled out of the woods, he was immediately spotted by predators patrolling with dogs.
"Don't shoot!"
"Don't shoot! I'm one of you!"
Seeing the two predator sentries aiming at him, Bernie immediately dropped the gun in his hand on the snow and raised his hands hastily.
"Our own people?"
The predators walking in front held his gun and looked him up and down suspiciously.
"Which team are you under? Who is your boss?"
Before he even had time to catch his breath, Bernie said immediately.
"Grey Wolf! I'm a scout under Gray Wolf's tent... Please take me to see the Commander-in-Chief, I have something important to report!"
The two predators exchanged glances and felt that he didn't seem to be lying, so they took him to the checkpoint on the edge of the town, searched him there, and sent someone to report the situation to the commander-in-chief.
After hearing the news, the commander agreed to meet him.
Soon, Bernie was brought over.
As soon as he entered the room and saw the man sitting on the chair, he immediately knelt on the ground with his forehead firmly pressed against the floor, afraid to say a word in fear.
Leaning lazily, Lion Fang sitting on the chair looked down at him, and said slowly.
"You lost?"
Bernie swallowed, lowered his head, and said.
"Yes, my lord."
Loin Tooth, who was sitting next to Bernie, looked at him and said.
"Tell me what happened the night before last."
Not daring to hide it, Bernie immediately whispered.
"...After making all the preparations, under the order of the gray wolf, we launched a raid on Starwood Farm. However, the resistance of those survivors was more tenacious than we imagined. We once captured their walls, but Soon more and more reinforcements arrived, and we were eventually outnumbered."
Bernie described in detail what happened at that time.
Including their fierce battle with the defenders at the north gate, including the rubber tracks of the local survivors, including the amazingly powerful "Rapid-fire gun".
"Quadruple anti-aircraft guns, and high-explosive bombs..." Bernie, who was standing next to Lion's Tooth, listened carefully to the scout's statement. After pondering for a long time, he said solemnly, "These survivors are not easy to deal with."
Especially installing rubber tracks on the truck, an operation he hadn't thought of at all. What made him even more confused was, where did these people get so much rubber?
The expression on Lion Tooth's face was impassive.
After all, he didn't expect Gray Wolf to take down the survivor's stronghold.
Looking at the scout kneeling on the ground, he continued.
"Where's Gray Wolf?"
With his head firmly pressed against the floor, Bernie said tremblingly.
"I don't know... Gray Wolf, he said he would fight to the death."
Till his death?
This sentence successfully made Lion Tooth laugh.
It's really a euphemism.
But it doesn't matter, anyway, that guy is also a useless pawn, and it would be nice to use the lives of some foreigners to test the strength of the survivors in the northern suburbs of Spring City.
And it can also stimulate the cunning snake to make the first move irresistibly.
It can be said to kill two birds with one stone... oh no, kill three birds with one stone.
"Get out."
Hearing those three words, Bernie felt as if a mountain had been removed from his shoulder head, and he was instantly relieved, unaware that his back was soaked in sweat.
"Thank you, my lord!"
Not daring to stay here for another second, he hurriedly turned around and retreated.
The door closes.
Lion Fang looked at the staff officer sitting at the side, and said in a casual tone.
"I didn't expect it to be completely wiped out."
The staff officer gave him a strange look.
"I thought you did it on purpose."
Lion Tooth shook his head slightly.
"You misunderstood. I didn't think about letting him die outside. I just wanted to take this opportunity to beat this dishonest guy. I didn't expect this guy to have such a strong head, and he actually added more than one hundred and fifty people to himself. It was all lost there."
The Staff officer said.
"Then that flare gun you gave him?"
Lion Tooth said with a smile.
"Of course, it's for Black Snake."
The Staff officer was silent for a moment.
For some reason, he suddenly thought of General Klass, whose life and death were unknown, and the expedition that was massive but ultimately failed.
Perhaps they have also discarded pawns.
Who knows?
The big men never tell them everything, at most they tell them what to do now.
Including now.
He still didn't understand why his chief had chosen to join a group of natives. The people in the Great Rift Valley hadn't been wiped out, and it wasn't that they had no chance to go home.
"If Gray Wolf is captured, he will tell those people all our information, which is not a good thing."
Lion Tooth smiled lightly.
"I know, but what does it matter? Our strength is far stronger than theirs. Even if we look at each other's hole cards, we have a better chance of winning. Now the only suspense is one, how long can they last under the attack of the Black Snake. We must choose the right time to enter the battlefield, not too early, not too late... What do you think? My friend."
The Staff officer thought for a moment, then shook his head.
"I don't know, but it may not be easy for Black Snake to win."
Lion Tooth said disapprovingly.
"Just relying on those cannons?"
The Staff officer continued.
"It's not a problem with a certain piece of equipment, but the survivors in the northern suburbs have obviously possessed industrial capabilities and have been preparing for this war for a whole winter. However, the information we have is very limited. I don’t even know anything about it. If this war drags on for too long, it might not be a good thing for us.”
But relatively, if they can win this survivor settlement, the benefits they can get from it will also be huge.
A survivor stronghold with industrial capabilities is much richer than those agricultural communities.
In the few strongholds they robbed before, there were only some croissants and green wheat left in the warehouses. If they can capture the northern suburbs of Spring City, their chances of winning the attack on Boulder City will be much higher.
Lion Tooth stroked his chin.
"Then how do you think we should end this war as soon as possible?"
The Staff officer said.
"It is the best choice to act together with friendly forces in the southern suburbs of Caxton City."
"That's impossible," Lion Tooth waved his hand, interrupting his words, "I know that guy too well, he will definitely not cooperate with us."
The Staff officer gave a wry smile.
Noticing the expression on the staff officer's face, Lion Tooth smiled and comforted him.
"Don't worry, this tough bone may be a little bit hard to crack, but it's just a little bit. We have absolute advantages in terms of equipment and manpower, and even a mouthful of saliva can drown them all."
"As long as our friendly forces take action to restrain their frontal force, I will immediately lead my brothers to set off, appear on their flanks by surprise, and cooperate with our friendly forces to wipe them out in one fell swoop!"
"Don't you think this plan is perfect?"
Moreover, a part of the manpower can be allocated to capture their stronghold before the Black Snake.
When that cunning and greedy guy sees his own flag flying above Starwood Farm, he will definitely explode his lungs.
Thinking of this, Lion Tooth couldn't help showing a happy expression on his face.
Looking at this overly optimistic commander, The Staff officer sighed softly in his heart.
"You're right. That might be a good plan."
It would be great if everything really went as planned.
It is a full 20 kilometers away from Starwood Farm, and the 20 kilometers of snow is not easy to walk. During the period, there are forests and ruins. The team may be very long and consume a lot of energy.
Assuming that the Black Snake really fell into their conspiracy and decided to launch a lightning-like offensive before the end of winter, then the 20 kilometers of snow would probably become the biggest variable in this battle.
Can they really kill those people's flanks like soldiers from heaven when the battle is most anxious?
This is not as simple as drawing a picture on a map.
At this moment, there were footsteps outside the door, and a predator walked in quickly.
The man had an excited look on his face.
After entering the room, he knelt down on one knee and said in an excited tone.
"Good News, Boss!"
"That damn snake finally came out of its hole!"
