Chapter 426 Pangolin's Great Contribution (1/2)

From the moment she boarded the airship, Teresa's palms were sweating nervously, trying to reduce her sense of presence.

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

"Teresa."

When Teresa's name was called, she straightened her back subconsciously and tried to force a calm smile on her face, but the stammering voice still revealed the panic in her heart.

"Guan, sir manager, do you have any instructions?"

"It's been two weeks and I want to hear your thoughts on work."

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

"Don't be nervous. It doesn't matter if you don't have an opinion. Just summarize what you do every day."

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

"Work-related."

Her hurried words were interrupted, Theresa blushed and quickly changed her words.

"Yes! Well, Mr. Maban asked me to assist the warehouse manager in warehouse No. 3 to check the warehouse's ledger, mainly to calculate whether the incoming and outgoing materials are correct..."

Although a little unfamiliar at first, she quickly became proficient. Including the problems she encountered at work, the friends she met at work, and some ideas for improvement, she gave a detailed but not lengthy description.

Chu Guang cast an appreciative look.

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

From a broom to a bag of bricks and a cart of cement, only by being able to manage these trivial matters well can we lay the foundation for managing larger organizations in the future.

Of course, what he looks forward to most is that she can have more contact with the masses while participating in grassroots labor.

As he said before, this knowledge and experience will come in handy sooner or later.

Chu Guang then looked at Prince Summer.

"You should have gotten the results you expected. Before the end of the war, I will provide you and your men with a resting place. If you are interested, you can participate in the work of the refugee camp. If you are not interested, you can also Don’t force it.”

Summer said respectfully immediately.

"Thank you for this opportunity, I'd like to do it and I'd like to learn how you rebuild your homes."

Whether it was for the purpose of understanding the alliance or to please the overlord, he felt that he had to agree.

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

Yes, the young man has a bright future.

In fact, the Alliance accepted the exile of the Honey Badger royal family. In principle, they were guests and it should provide them with basic living supplies.

But wouldn’t it be a pity to not use free labor?

Mr. Ma Ban and himself complained that the refugee camp could not recruit staff with higher cultural literacy. This was not the case.

What's more, this is also a good training opportunity for the young man himself.

"Teresa, just take him with you." Chu Guang looked at the tool-man princess.

"Yes, sir."

Teresa nodded respectfully, but Summer, standing aside, frowned slightly.

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

"I am his prisoner—"

Teresa spoke subconsciously, but was interrupted before she could finish her words.

"Those who were liberated by the Alliance."

Hearing that voice, a look of surprise appeared on her face.

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

"Being liberated is..."

"That's the literal meaning. In the eyes of the alliance, both the residents of Oasis No. 3 and Oasis No. 2 are victims of this chaos."

Chu Guang glanced out the floor-to-ceiling window. The yellow sand floating on the skyline was like a boiling flame.

"We will free them."

…

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

Covering the sky and blocking out the sun, no light can pass through.

McClun couldn't remember how many times he had encountered such bad weather. He only knew that these unlucky days were finally coming to an end.

This is the western boundary of Oasis No. 9, and the legion's frontline command post is right in front.

He and his men were just one last thing away——

"People in front, stop!"

The sound of scolding came from a distance, and a soldier, holding a rifle, stepped from the gate of the military camp against the wind and sand.

"Idiot, put your gun down for me! See who the hell I am!"

Looking at the astonished sentry, McClung cursed and slapped his rifle away, then reached out and grabbed his collar.

"Find that guy Griffin!"

"I am here."

There was a sound in the distance. McClun threw away the sentinel's collar, looked at the man standing at the entrance of the camp and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Wearing black boots, a navy blue military coat, and an epaulette with three stars, standing there was General Griffin, the commander-in-chief of the legion stationed in Luoxia Province.

The mandibles and hawk-nosed eyes looked more like a cunning fox than a battle-hardened tough guy.

McClung hated that face.

I especially hate that person.

"You guys have the nerve to come back?"

Griffin looked at the embarrassed man in front of him in surprise. His raised eyebrows could not tell whether it was surprise or ridicule.

Before McClung could continue speaking, Griffin continued in a slow voice.

"Dealing with a group of natives, a group of savages in the woods, and being able to lose the Heart of Steel, I thought you were so ashamed that you committed suicide."

A trace of irritation flashed in McClun's eyes, but he gritted his teeth and endured it, speaking in a calm voice.

"That's not aboriginal at all! We encountered reinforcements from the enterprise! I know what you want to say, but that's the fact. The enterprise sent more than one reinforcement army, and what we encountered was the second one! Don't think you can escape. You gave me the order to transfer me to the southern part of the River Valley Province!"

"Yes, I gave the order. I asked you to intercept the injured employee, but I didn't ask you to confront the people in the company head-on. Now that's it, those cowards on the east coast have been pissed off. I'm free to do it. Bang’s informant said that they have built an aviation base on the south bank of the Tianshui tributary, and planes land there every now and then.”

Griffin stared at McClun, his eyes narrowed to slits, and the tip of his nose almost poked into his nostrils.

"...And I thought about it for two nights and still couldn't figure it out. Even if we encountered corporate reinforcements, with such a big airship and an airship carrying a shield, how did you let them snatch that thing away? ?”

The expression on McClun's face froze, but he was not overwhelmed by Griffin's momentum. His eyes were also blurred into slits, and he choked back unceremoniously.

"Stop throwing the blame on me. We have already captured the Pioneer. Is there any possibility of peaceful coexistence between us and the enterprise? Save it, the war has already started! Come with me to the southern part of the River Valley Province It has nothing to do with your strategy. If it really counts, it’s all your superfluous orders!”

"You haven't answered me yet, how did you lose that airship."

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

The two of them had a heated argument, although only one of them was blushing.

The adjutants, staff officers and other officers who followed General McClung were silent and could only stand there awkwardly.

The officers behind General Griffin were also silent, pretending not to hear.

"...That's enough, don't just talk about me. Where is Oasis No. 9? Haven't you conquered it yet?" Unable to withstand the torture of his soul, McClun forcibly changed the subject, trying to use the other party's incompetence to justify his failure. .

However, Griffin just smiled faintly and made a sarcastic comment in a sarcastic voice.

"If your airship is transferred and deployed as I said, we will now be parading at the Royal Palace of the Lion Kingdom."

Before McClun could get angry, he left the poor clown with some dignity, took the initiative to end the topic, and continued speaking without saltiness.

"The battle situation on the front line is tense. Our military presence in Luoxia Province is a little weak, and we can't provide much support to the Falcon Kingdom. Although the Hu Congjun's combat effectiveness is not bad, they still need the manpower to occupy the No. 3 oasis."

General McClung said disapprovingly.

"We don't need the untouchables in No. 3 Oasis at all. I suggest locking them up and dealing with them centrally, and then move some more obedient slaves from the west to fill the manpower vacancies. In this way, we can free up more manpower and concentrate on fighting 9 No. Oasis!”

"The Army doesn't need you to command, you'd better command your airship," Griffin glanced at him mockingly, "We really don't need the untouchables there, but we need the food produced there. With food we can If more troops are supplied, more support can be sent from the west of the desert."

Centralized cleaning?

It's not that simple.

Not to mention 1 million people, even 1 million pigs will have to be slaughtered until next year.

As for bringing some slaves from the west, it is certainly not impossible, but large-scale population migration also takes time.

Although they are also the militant faction, there are also differences of opinion within the Legion's militant faction on how to deal with the residents of the occupied areas.

Some people support killing those who resist and taming those who do not resist into slaves. Some people support using local forces for indirect control, such as fostering puppets.

Under the same educational conditions, the value created by a slave maintaining the minimum living standard is usually only 0.1 to 0.3 times that of a free person depending on the work performed. It often takes more than ten people to support a military population.

But vassals are different.

Then it can maximize exploitation and ensure more than 0.5 times production capacity.

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

Griffin sincerely looked down on those aristocratic factions who supported slavery.

What he realized in his own territory was a mixture of employment and slavery. The poor people who received wages worked much harder than the servants in his manor.

but--

He only has the right to command, and at most he can shoot the junior officers who disobey his orders, but he has no right to deal with this idiot who obeyed his orders.

And just like McClung said, as the person who issued the order, he will also bear joint and several liability if the Internal Affairs Department of the Marshal's Mansion or the military court holds him accountable.

Thinking of this, Griffin felt even more fed up.

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

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

There are endless wines and fruits, as well as slaves provided to them by the Falcon Royal Family.

Griffin didn't want to see this guy again, he just wanted him to get away from him.

However, what he didn't expect was that the guy in front of him who fled back with his tail between his legs didn't agree.

"This battle is not over yet, don't try to drive me away," McClung said one word at a time while staring at Griffin, "Don't try to drive me away, I'm not going anywhere."

Once he was driven to the rear, he had no chance to make up for his mistakes and could only wait for someone from the Ministry of Internal Affairs to throw a transfer order in his face.

What's more, he swore an oath.

He will get this place back himself.

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

Griffin narrowed his eyes at McClun.

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

McClun said without changing his expression.

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

Upon hearing this, Griffin's expression changed slightly, he glanced at the officer behind him hastily, and asked anxiously.

"Didn't you evacuate with your people?"

Facing that murderous look, McClun looked a little embarrassed, but he still said it bravely.

"...There is one missing Finold. He was outside the airship suddenly and missed the last flight. That guy is a logistics officer. He probably knows how to fly that thing."

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

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

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

He was already prepared to face corporate aircraft, but he did not expect that he would have to face not only corporate aircraft, but also his own 400mm main gun.

"...I will give you a thousand-man team, and you will be responsible for containing the airship. I will request more support from the rear."

McClung said unceremoniously.

"It's not enough. Give me 10,000 people and the equipment I need to fight the airship. I know you don't like me, but we are grasshoppers on a rope now. You know what I mean."

Griffin stared at him for a long time, and almost squeezed out an answer through his teeth.

"good……"

…

At the same time, a roaring sandstorm just swept past the northern front line of Oasis No. 9.

The yellow sand that covers the sky and the sun is like the roar of the spirit of the sea of ​​sand.

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

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

Choking on the sand in his mouth, Colway wiped his mouth with a shocked expression on his face.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. Just hope you're fine." Warfield said with a loyal look on his face.

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

After patting his good brother on the shoulder, Colewei glanced ahead, a trace of joy appearing on his frown.

"Here we are!"

In front is the headquarters of the Legion's frontline troops. Although I don't know the number of that troop, the flag flying there is unmistakable.

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

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

Even the caravan used to pull goods was destroyed, and the scattered rifles were hung on the camels.

"Are you okay?" Adan, who was leading the camel, shouted to them.

"We're fine, haha! Thank you to the Spirit of the Sand Sea for your blessing!" Kelwei laughed and waved his hand, motioning for them to come closer.

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

Under the leadership of a captain, a team of ten people came over.

"I am a centurion under Captain Rachel of the Heart of Iron Marine Corps. My name is Coleway. This is my ID and military badge." Looking at the centurion walking in front, Cole said Wei took the initiative to reveal his identity and took out things that could prove his identity.

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

"Heart of Steel? Aren't you supposed to be performing missions in the southern part of the Vale Province?"

As frontline troops, they are fighting the Lion Kingdom and are unaware of the situation in other war zones.

Colway did not answer his inquiry, responding in business-like terms.

"There was an accident over there. You have to ask your superior for details. Now I want to see your commander."

The captain did not continue to ask, nodded, returned the soldier card to him, and left the certificate.

"I need to verify your identity. Do you want to wait here or follow me back to the camp?"

"Of course I'm going to your camp, otherwise why would I be standing here eating sand?" Colway said impatiently.

After checking Colway's ID, the tenth captain continued to check the ID of the accompanying merchant Adan. After seeing the order, he quickly released the passerby.

Following the ten-man team, the group headed to the military camp not far away.

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

It was different from the camps he saw in Luoxia Province. There were very few concrete fortifications here, and instead there were sandbag walls made of square sandbags.

This kind of field camp is quite common in reality. This kind of sandbag is very resistant to explosives and explosions. It can be used as a substitute for concrete and can be easily redeployed.

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

It can only be said to be a regular military base, with a capacity of about 500 to 1,000 people.

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

That was undoubtedly a mutant.

Although his skin is not green, but dull gray-black, and his chin is covered with beard, his ugly face is exactly the same as the mutants that Warfield saw on Street 76 in Qingquan City...

If those mutants before were orcs, then these people look like trolls...

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

These mutants don't seem to live with the Legion people, but have set up a branch camp next to this military base.

Come to think of it, no one wants to live with these cannibals.

Watching the figure disappearing at the entrance of the camp, the warlord frowned and asked.

"……Mutant?"

Following his gaze, Colway said with a smile.

"Mutant mercenaries come from the desert. Although these beasts are not smart, they are very fierce in fighting. They can charge with machine gun fire and can grow back their legs even after they are blown off. They are thick-skinned and not picky about food. , is simply a natural cannon fodder.”

Unexpectedly, Legion actually gained the power of mutants...

"But why are their skins gray-black?" Warlord asked in confusion, "Everyone I've seen in the River Valley Province... at the junction with Jinchuan Province is all green-skinned."

Colway said in a casual tone.

"The locals in the Falcon Kingdom say they were cursed by the spirit of the sand sea. In fact, it's a branch of the subspecies, probably caused by radioactive materials in the desert. Who cares how they came here, it's useful anyway. That’s it.”

The warlord nodded dully, and while he was surprised, he couldn't help but be secretly excited.

Gray and black mutants...

This piece of information is incredible!

But having said that, being an undercover agent doesn't feel difficult at all.

Basically, as long as he pretends not to understand and asks, this guy will talk to him in a showy tone.

To be honest, he was a little embarrassed to be so confidant.

Following Colway as he walked deeper into the military camp, the warlord, who was filled with emotion, soon made a new discovery.

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

With a curious expression on his face, Warfield asked as he looked at the tanks in the warehouse.

"Are those tanks?"

"The Type II of the Conqueror 10 is equipped with a 150mm heavy howitzer, which is considered a self-propelled artillery. The one next to it is the Type III, and the turret is replaced by an eight-unit anti-aircraft machine gun. Although it is used for air defense, the Lion Kingdom does not have an air force. So they are usually pushed to the front to support the infantry."

Looking at the tanks in the warehouse, Colway squinted his eyes, his eyes shining with pride.

"...This time our opponent has an enterprise. I heard that the legion is planning to send a batch of No. 11 tanks over."

Warlander asked immediately following his words.

"What's that?"

Kelwei had no doubts, he just paid attention to the distance between him and the businessman Adan, and said in a very soft voice.

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

"Including pre-war inventories, Prowler tanks, equipped with Meissner effect armor, these are great gifts we have prepared for enterprises... They probably would not have thought that those equipment can still be used after 200 years."

In a general settlement of survivors, at most you can get an armor-piercing projectile. The gap armor of the No. 10 tank is enough to perfectly defend against the metal jet of the armor-breaking projectile.

But for the ultra-high-speed steel needles fired by Gauss weapons, the gap armor resistance effect is somewhat insufficient.

General Colway said with excitement, while the warlord remembered numbly.

It's true that when the book is used, it will be less regretful.

Daily communication is actually not too difficult. He has no idea what some proper nouns mean, and it is inconvenient to ask in detail. He can only write them down using onomatopoeia, and then go back to the forum to communicate with other players.

Thinking of this, Warfield Man couldn't help feeling regretful.

I still suffer the disadvantage of being uneducated. I wish I had learned from that guy Fang Chang and memorized a few more words!

Seeing that Colway seemed to be tired of talking, the warlord quickly handed over something so that the guy could continue talking.

"Then our tanks have no weaknesses?"

"Of course there are weaknesses. The weaknesses of the Conqueror series are mainly concentrated in the top cover and chassis, so these two areas must be carefully protected. Especially the chassis, the armor near the escape door is thin and is next to the transmission components."

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

"Speaking of which, I heard that the Alliance has a drone that is specially designed to drill into the crotches of tanks, which has caused a lot of suffering to those bone-chewing tribes."

The warrior's heart tightened and he nodded.

"Yes... I think I've heard of it too."

Seeing his good brother's nervous expression, Colway smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry, that kind of thing can only deal with the predators who are not smart. We only need to hang a curtain under the crotch of the tank, wrap it around the propeller of the drone, or hang a baffle."

The bomb is only effective if it detonates directly under the chassis.

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

The warlord nodded in understanding, but silently memorized these clues in his heart.

The group of people waited in the open space for a while.

Just when the field man had almost understood the situation here, an officer came from a short distance and stopped in front of Colway.

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

A relieved smile spread across Colway's face and he returned the military salute.

Adan, who was following not far away, stepped forward and congratulated.

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

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

Adan thought for a moment and answered with a smile.

"When the logistics officer here completes the handover of supplies to me, I will probably continue on my way to do the next business. The Lion Kingdom should not last more than two months. While this war is not over, I plan to make a few more orders. ”

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

A hint of surprise flashed across Adan's face, he smiled and held his right hand and shook it.

“I’ll lend you your kind words and see you soon!”

Just as Colway was saying goodbye to Adan, Wargo was looking around, trying to find a safe place to go offline.

New equipment is being sent from the rear, as well as mutant mercenaries in the desert...

Such exciting information.

This time it’s really hot!