Chapter 383 Codename Pangolin? (1/2)

Exoskeleton is convenient to wear, but not so convenient to take off.

The battlefield guy who got into the grove struggled for a while before taking off all his equipment and handed it to Kakarot.

"Good brother, I'll entrust my clothes to you!"

He was now wearing a torn sack and holding another one in his hand. He looked even more like a scavenger than a scavenger. His shabby appearance made Lao Hei want to take out his wallet.

Kakarot stretched out his hand very straightforwardly.

"Where's the VM? Hand it over too."

"Damn! How can I mark the location without the VM?"

"Are you stupid? Can't you go offline and mark the location on the official website?" Kakarot rolled his eyes, "Wearing this thing, besides proving that you are a resident of the shelter, is there any other use?"

"Yes... I can go offline to report the location."

The battlefield atmosphere group suddenly realized, decisively took the VM off their arms, and stuffed it into Kakarot's hands.

Black stared at him strangely until his back disappeared into the woods.

"Is this guy really okay?"

Kakarot grinned and patted him on the shoulder.

"Who cares? It doesn't matter if the person is okay or not, as long as the equipment is okay. Let's go, it's time to set off!"

...

The group split into two groups.

Kakarot and Black returned to the Storm Corps' camp in the east, while the Battlefield guy followed the survivors and headed northwest alone.

It was not a peaceful journey.

Maybe it was because the outfit was too deceptive, or maybe it was because he was alone, even the mutant hyenas dared to come and attack him.

Fortunately, his level had broken through the bottleneck of LV20, and his gene sequence had reached the third stage.

Even without hot weapons, he still easily killed the two hyenas that pounced on him with his agility and the weapons he picked up, and scared away the last one.

"Damn it, I should have kept a dagger with me!" Looking at the hair and blood on his hands, the Warlord threw away the branch that was broken into two pieces and cursed.

At this time, he suddenly realized that walking alone in the wasteland without a weapon was more strange than carrying a gun.

However, it was too late to think about this problem now.

Picking up a wooden stick and sharpening it with a stone as a short spear, the Warlord continued to move forward along the footprints on the ground.

After walking about ten kilometers from morning to noon, he finally passed through the dense jungle and came to a relatively open area.

The sound of gurgling water came from not far away, and the Warlord's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Water source!"

"It should be not far ahead!"

As we all know, the best place to camp is near the water source, and the larger the team, the more it should choose the upstream area as much as possible.

Realizing that the location of the legion's camp was nearby, the Warlord was not in a hurry. He walked straight to the side of the stream, intending to clean the sticky blood on his hands and wash his face by the way.

However, just as he was about to scoop up a handful of water and splash it on his face, his hand suddenly stopped.

"Tsk... my game character is so handsome, if you get close to me, I'm sure people will notice something wrong."

This won't do.

With a turn of his eyes, the battlefield guy simply let go, picked up a lump of mud from the river and smeared it on his face. After rubbing it, he looked at the water again and nodded with satisfaction.

Not bad.

It finally looks like that.

That's the smell...

It smells weird.

Without staying by the stream for long, the battlefield guy leaned on the stick in his hand and searched upstream, intending to find the specific location of the camp, and then look for a landmark reference nearby and withdraw.

However, what he didn't expect was that before he reached the camp, he ran into several soldiers with rifles and black robes.

The other party obviously also noticed him and looked straight at him.

His heart beat to his throat, and the warrior secretly said in his heart that he was in trouble, and tightened the wooden stick in his palm.

However——

The elite monster standing in front of him seemed to be confused by his outfit, and did not directly trigger the battle, but raised the muzzle of the gun and aimed at him cautiously.

"Stop!"

The warrior stopped obediently, and without waiting for the other party to let him drop his weapon, he took the initiative to throw away the sharpened wooden stick in his hand.

The soldier stared at him and continued.

"Who are you?"

"I, I..."

The warrior was about to answer, but his human language was too poor, and there were only a few words in his stomach. He searched his brains for a long time but couldn't make it up, and he was so anxious that sweat was about to come out.

However...

It was precisely because of his reaction that the other side relaxed his vigilance.

The soldier looked at the frightened wastelander with contempt, and there was obviously some contempt in his eyes.

"Scavenger?"

The warrior's eyes lit up and nodded quickly.

"Yes! Yes!"

"Where did the blood come from?"

The battlefield man shook the sack in his hand, slowly reached in, and took out the bloody mutant hyena inside.

Seeing the branch stuck in the hyena's neck, several soldiers looked at each other, not hiding the mockery between their eyebrows and words.

"I said that the survivors here are like monkeys."

"Tsk tsk, they don't even have a decent weapon, and they are still fighting with aliens with bare hands."

"It's a pity that they can survive."

"They will thank us. At least we brought civilization to them!"

The leading soldier didn't speak, but he no longer had any doubts. He lowered the muzzle of the gun in his hand, pointed to his feet, and then pointed to the woods behind him.

"Throw everything here, people move forward."

Although the warlord heard it half-understood, he could still understand the gesture, and he felt confused about whether to laugh or cry.

What the hell is going on?

He just planned to come and take a look and leave, but he didn't expect to be caught as a scavenger.

The soldiers obviously had no intention of letting him go.

The warlord only hesitated for half a second, then obediently put down the things in his hands and walked obediently in the direction pointed by the soldier's finger.

After advancing about five or six hundred meters, a spacious camp gate came into view.

The north side of the camp is close to the hills, and not far to the east is the stream flowing from the mountain stream.

The entire camp is large in size, but the facilities are extremely simple. There are only a row of wooden fence walls, a few wooden sentry towers, and a few dozen tents.

Soldiers in black robes were standing guard and patrolling nearby. The number was unknown, but it was probably no less than two centurions.

The center of the camp was filled with darkness, obviously the survivors who had been driven here. Their number is also unclear, but it can only be estimated that it should not be less than five thousand.

If they hadn't gathered together, the warlords would never have imagined that there were so many survivors living in the small Ruigu City.

Unlike him who was empty-handed, everyone here was carrying large and small bags of luggage, and their faces all had expressions of confusion, fear, or sluggishness.

Most of them were involuntarily taken to this strange place and stayed with a group of people they had never seen before.

Before the warlord could recover, he was pushed behind the team at the entrance of the camp by a soldier in a daze at gunpoint.

There was a table at the door, and an officer was sitting behind it. He was holding a pen in his hand, writing on the paper, and casually throwing a sign with a number on it to the survivor standing in front of the table.

Finally arrived at Warlanders.

The officer tapped the table with his pen. Seeing that the man was so stupid that he didn't respond, he said impatiently.

"name."

The warlord could understand this everyday expression, but of course he couldn't report his game ID, that would be too strange.

In desperation, he blurted out.

"Wear it, pangolin."

The officer said nothing, casually drew a few strokes on the paper, and then threw the sign to the warlord. Most of the wastelanders are uneducated. Not to mention using animals as their names, there are quite a few who use tables and stools as their names.

Warlander suspected that this guy didn't even listen to what he said, but he didn't stop in front of the door. He glanced at the numbers on the sign and walked into the camp.

A group of people stood in the open space in a daze.

He didn't know where to go either.

Just when he was at a loss, a survivor next to him who looked similar to him suddenly came over.

"Dude, where are you from?"

Warlander said casually.

"...Bate Street."

The survivor looked confused.

"Bate Street? Never heard of it."

"It's a bit far from here... I was also unlucky enough to be captured." Warfield Man wanted to express this, but he had too little vocabulary and stumbled over a lot of words. The other party was confused and could only think of him as Maybe a stammer.

"Really? You've got terrible luck...although I'm not much better."

The man sighed and continued.

"My name is Li Ba, and I come from Shikoshu Village... Those guys in black robes drove us here without any explanation."

"My...name is Pangolin." The warlord then asked what he was most concerned about, "What are those people planning to do to us?"

"have no idea."

There was an obvious sadness on Li Ba's face.

"They didn't say anything. When they got here, they confiscated our food and two-headed cows. They said they wanted to centralize management, and then they left us here and asked us to wait..."

While he was talking, a man with a bulge in the middle of his nose led a column of soldiers to the front of all the survivors.

His eyes were like those of a vulture, and just the contact of his eyes made the noisy crowd fall into silence as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on them.

After looking around at all the survivors present, Colway raised his chin slightly and spoke in a commanding tone.

"From now on, the Ruigu City area has been designated as a war zone between the Legion and the Enterprise. But don't worry, the Legion will provide you with protection until the end of the war."

"In exchange for not having to bleed, you need to put in sweat and labor as a reward for our gifts!"

No one dared to stand up and object.

No one dared to say anything.

Everyone's faces were filled with fear and anxiety, except for the warlord mixed in with the crowd, who had a strange expression on his face.

Good guy.

The people in these legions really believed that it was the people from the enterprise who were at war with them.

No wonder they didn't move forward even after repairing the engine. It seems they planned to stop the company's reinforcements here...

Colway waited a moment and continued.

"My name is Colway. I am responsible for all matters here."

"Standing next to me is Mr. Finold, the logistics officer. He will explain your work to you, designate living areas, and arrange the tasks that need to be completed every day."

The man named Finold had a warm smile on his face, which was in sharp contrast to Colway's calmness.

This made him seem to be an easy person to get along with, but the warlord could feel the arrogance that could not be hidden in his eyes.

Obviously, he did not regard the wastelanders in front of him as human beings, but as a pile of supplies or consumables and similar things.

Colway looked at Finold.

"Do you want to say a few words?"

Finold said with a smile.

"Go ahead, that's all."

Colway nodded, continued to look at the survivors in the camp, and raised his voice.

"Don't think about being lazy, everyone here has to work, without exception! The lazy guy who can't complete the task will not get food, nor will he get any sympathy."

"In addition, for residents who have outstanding performance, we will not only improve their treatment, but also give generous rewards. For example...let them serve as captains of ten."

After a pause, he stared into a pair of cloudy eyes, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a hint of mockery.

"Even a centurion!"

…

East of Ruigu City.

The baggage train and more than a hundred players, who had been marching for five days, finally successfully reunited with Brother Quanshui and his party who had arrived in Ruigu City first.

Five trucks were filled with supplies, finally solving the Storm Corps' supply problem.

The NPCs who arrive with the players will be divided into two parts. One part will return to Dawn City to continue transporting supplies, while the other part will stay in the camp to assist players in building positions and using building materials to reinforce tunnels, anti-gun bunkers and other fixed fortifications.

It was almost dusk.

After taking a look at the time on the VM, Commander Quan Shui looked at me and asked.

"Where's that bitch from the battlefield? Why hasn't he come back yet?"

I said with the darkest look on my face.

"I didn't know. He just said he would try to come back before dark."

"I think," Kakarot, who crossed his arms, shook his head, "a distance of twenty or thirty kilometers, without an exoskeleton, it would still take several hours, right? Even if he found the camp before noon, he would have to rush there We have to wait until tomorrow to come back.”

Commander Quanshui nodded.

"That's right. Ignore him for now."

Kakarot asked, looking at the spring.

"What about us? What to do now?"

Commander Quanshui knew that he was asking about the countermeasures against the Legion, so he thought for a moment and said.

"Hmm... It's not easy to do. They drove all the local residents to one place. We can't hunt down the scavengers who go out to collect resources."

It's not entirely a matter of tabooing sensitive moral issues. The key is that doing so is extremely inefficient and will completely push the local residents towards the legion.

Suddenly, Commander Quanshui's heart moved and he raised his head and said.

"By the way, did you take photos of those destroyed camps?"

Kakarot nodded.

"It was taken...what's wrong?"

Commander Fountain continued.

"After a while, you take people to contact nearby survivor settlements, show them the photos taken during the day, and persuade them to leave the village and seek refuge outside."

Kakarot was stunned for a moment and said hesitantly.

"Will they listen to us?"

Escape is no small matter.

It's a bit fanciful to persuade locals to leave the place where their ancestors have lived for generations with just a few photos.

Commander Fountain said simply.

"You tell them that there is a place called Shuguang City in Qingquan City, one hundred and fifty kilometers away from here. The people there are willing to provide them with shelter. When we end the war with the Legion, they can return to their own home."

"No matter what they ultimately choose, we just do what we can."

How many can be persuaded to leave?

It is better to drive people away than to have them captured by the legions and used as coolies.

After handing over the task, Commander Quanshui walked to the side of the baggage train, found the NPC in charge, and handed a locked iron box to him.

The box was light and contained only one card.

That card was given to him by Sesame Paste himself before the White Bear Knights went to explore the entrance to Vault 79.

It is said that it is a very important mission prop, which may change the direction of the battle. Please find a way to deliver it to the manager.

Commander Quanshui himself must be inseparable from the front line. He has also arranged specific tasks for every player in the corps. The only ones he can rely on are these NPC soldiers.

Although they are support staff, their loyalty is also unquestionable.

It's not even so much loyalty as it has become a kind of faith.

"We have a wounded person with special status here. Please send him back to Dawn City...and this box, please be sure to hand it over to the administrator!"

After hearing Commander Quan Shui's instructions, the logistics officer nodded solemnly, reached out to take the box, and placed his right fist close to his chest.

"Promise to complete the mission!"

Commander Quan Shui looked at him and nodded, and touched his chest with his right fist as a return gift.

"For the Alliance!"

…

Official website forum.

Today is as lively as ever.

The news here is far more exciting than the "Daily Survivor". Every now and then, players from the Storm Troops will bring first-hand battle reports.

Including where they ambushed another legion patrol, how many people they killed and how much equipment they seized, the crowds were excited to see it.

Of course.

What makes players and cloud players most excited is the information brought back by the battlefield brother...

"The latest news! The legion has established a new stronghold near Luoye Ridge, northwest of Ruigu City, called Luoye Camp!"

Fountain Commander: "Damn it, you're finally bubbling!"

I was the darkest: "We thought you died outside."

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Hey, something unexpected happened. I originally planned to take a look outside and then walk, but by chance, I bumped into the legion's patrol... Anyway, when I came back to my senses, the person was already there Inside that camp.”

Warlander didn't have the nerve to tell him about peeling potatoes all afternoon, because it was too embarrassing.

Fortunately, the people in the legion did not discover his identity as an awakened person, nor did they suspect him, a mute who could not speak well.

Instead, it was the NPC like the cook who praised him for his speed in peeling potatoes, praised him for completing three times the workload of other workers, and transferred him from Datongbu, where the workers lived, to a four-person room next to the kitchen. , I will be responsible for peeling potatoes from now on.

Kakarot: "WTF?!"

Kevin with a Broken Leg: "Is there such a good thing?!"

Ye Shi: "Good guy... I call him good guy."

Mole on the run in the canyon: "How many people are in there?"

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Not too many, not too many, probably about five or six thousand, most of them are locals captured by the legion from nearby survivor settlements."

Debt-eyed: "I don't understand, what does the Legion want to do by gathering those survivors together?"

Professor Yang, the King of Thunder and Lightning: "You don't understand this. Population itself is a resource, with zero maintenance cost and no technical content. A bowl of rice can be cooked for half a day. How can a machine be so easy to use? (Baring teeth)"

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "More or less, the legion organized some people to go hunting, some to scavenge, and some to grow potatoes and feed cattle... Most of the materials produced here were supplied to the airship, and the survivors only had food Nutrient ointment. Damn, that stuff smells amazing. I feel like it’s mixed with rocks or sawdust.”

Irena: "Are you sure those are sawdust and not bone residue or something like that? (Funny)"

Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Fuck! Stop talking, I'm going to vomit! (vomit)"

Elf King Fugui: "I'm optimistic, brothers. That's just a hypothesis. Maybe it's wild fruit, tree bark, or a different species. (Funny)"

Mole on the run in the canyon: "It feels like the legion's intentions are not small."

Fang Chang: "I feel the same way... It seems like they are planning to support a local force as their pawn in the River Valley Province, just like what they did in the Luoxia Province."

Teng Teng: "Luoxia Province? 0.0"

Fang Chang: "Well, I talked about this with Hal, the newspaper president from Luoxia Province. The Falcon Kingdom in Luoxia Province is the legion's servant country east of the Great Desert."

Commander Quanshui: "Anyway, the legion has taken countermeasures against our guerrilla tactics, and we have to adjust our tactics appropriately."

Edge of Water: "Speaking of which side of Boulder City? Is there any reaction?"

Fang Chang: "Of course there is, but I can't tell whether it's a heightened sense of war or a simple panic. In short, after that day, I saw a lot of arms sent to the northern suburbs. The top leaders of the alliance should have reached an agreement with the top brass of Boulder City. Some kind of agreement... I guess."

The edge of the water: "Hey, it would be better if the people from the company left two days later."

Everyone said something to each other, and soon the post had thousands of posts.

Especially after hearing that the officer named Colway promised that those who made outstanding contributions would be appointed as captains of ten or even centurions, many good-hearted people encouraged the warlords to perform well and strive to become a "puppet army leader" "Dangdang.

Chu Guang, who was sitting in front of the computer, was also surprised at this moment.

Good guy.

Is this considered breaking into the legion?

"Xiao Qi."

"What's wrong, Master?" Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the table, tilted her head.

"Can you connect the mission interface with the official website forum account?" Chu Guang thought for a while and described his idea, "Simply put, it allows players to confirm their missions through the official website account outside of the game. "

He had wanted to do this before, but because he didn't have the need and was busy during this period, he forgot about it.

After listening to Chu Guang's needs, Xiao Qi immediately nodded enthusiastically.

"No problem! This is very simple, leave it to Xiao Qi!"

It is really easy to connect two already developed systems together. Just do data exchange on the server.

It didn't take even a minute, and the software program update was completed.

Now players can not only check the progress of tasks on the official website, but can even receive new tasks on the official website.

Holding the mouse in his right hand, Chu Guang browsed Xiao Qi's masterpieces and couldn't help but have a smile on his face.

good.

Players gain convenience, and they gain the convenience of controlling players. There is no doubt that this is the best of both worlds.

I am simply a genius!

…

At the same time, a certain bedroom in the parallel world.

Someone who was sitting in front of the computer with a silly smile on his face, watching the number of replies soar, suddenly sat up straight from his chair and let out a strange scream.

"What the hell? This is okay?!"

Just now, the Battlefield Atmosphere Team suddenly discovered that there was a small red dot in the user information column in the upper right corner of the official website.

I clicked it out of curiosity and saw that it was the task bar!

"When was it updated?"

Zhandi Lao had a confused look on his face, but after clicking the mouse twice, his confused expression quickly turned into ecstasy.

In the past, this crappy game could not even complete tasks without the VM system.

Now the dog planner has finally made a compromise on authenticity. Players can not only check the progress of tasks on the official website, but also check newly triggered tasks!

It's really awesome!

[Task 1: Lurk in the Fallen Leaf Camp and inquire about the movements of the Legion. The reward amount is determined by the value and accuracy of the intelligence. ]

[Task 2 (optional): Infiltrate the management of the Fallen Leaf Camp and gain the trust of the Legion. ]

[Task 3 (optional): ...]

Looking at the rows of new and exciting tasks, Zhandi Lao couldn't wait to cut off the page and excitedly ran to the forum to open a new post to announce the good news.

"Brother, cute! The dog planner has updated!!!"

...

Players on the entire forum are giving Zhandi Lao bad advice to help him improve his undercover personality. Chu Guang feels that he should not worry too much.

Placing spies in the legion's camp is just an attempt. The outcome of the war will eventually be decided on the battlefield.

Chu Guang never bets his hope of victory on a certain piece of equipment or one or two people, but he does not rule out that the battlefield brother may bring him unexpected surprises.

What if?

What if he becomes the leader of the puppet army and successfully gains the trust of the legion?

Although the probability is almost zero, it is not completely impossible.

In short, there is Brother Quanshui in command at the front line. Chu Guang has already designated Ruigu City as a war zone and has given him full authority over all matters in the war zone.

Countless previous battles have proved the command and organization ability of this player. Chu Guang believes that he should be able to plan the location of each machine gun position, and he does not need to worry too much.

He only needs to take care of the logistics and ensure that the front line has sufficient ammunition, and he will naturally give him a satisfactory answer.

In contrast, Chu Guang is more concerned about another team that is carrying out the mission.

Three days ago, the White Bear Knights set out from the action camp and went deep into the urban area of ​​Ruigu City to search for the entrance to Shelter No. 79.

Judging from the posts that Sisi continuously updates on the forum, their "treasure hunt" seems to have made new progress...