Exoskeleton is convenient to wear, but not so convenient to take off.
After entering the grove, the old man of the battlefield struggled for a while before taking off all his equipment and bringing it out to Kakarot.
"Good brother, I'll leave my clothes to you!"
Now he was 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, is there any other use besides proving that you are a resident of the shelter?"
"Yes... I can go offline to report the location."
The atmosphere group of the battlefield suddenly realized, took the VM off their arms decisively, and stuffed it into Kakarot's hands.
Old 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 I went back to the Stormtroopers' camp in the east, while Battlefield followed the survivors and headed northwest alone.
It wasn't a peaceful journey.
Maybe it was because the outfit was too deceptive, or maybe it was because he was alone, so 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, Zhan Di Lao threw away the branch that was broken into two pieces and cursed.
Only then did he suddenly realize 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 stick and sharpening it with a stone as a short spear, Zhan Di Lao 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 Zhan Di Lao'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 camp was nearby, Zhan Di Lao was not in a hurry. He walked straight to the side of the stream, intending to clean the blood on his hands and wash his face.
However, just when he scooped up a handful of water and was about to splash it on his face, his hand suddenly stopped.
"Tsk... my game character is so handsome, if you get close, people will definitely notice something wrong."
This won't do.
With a turn of his eyes, Zhan Di Lao 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...
Why does it smell weird.
Without staying by the stream for long, Zhan Di Lao leaned on the wooden 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 wearing black robes and holding rifles.
The other party obviously discovered him and looked straight at him.
His heart beat to his throat, Zhan Di Lao secretly said in his heart that he was going to be in trouble, and tightened the wooden stick in his hand.
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!"
Zhan Di Lao 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..."
Zhan Di Lao was about to answer, but his human language was too poor, and there were only a few words in his stomach. He racked his brains for a long time but couldn't make it up, and he was so anxious that sweat was coming out.
However...
It was precisely because of his reaction that the other side relaxed their vigilance.
The soldier looked at the frightened wastelander with disdain, and there was a hint of contempt in his eyes.
"Scavenger?"
Zhan Di Lao's eyes lit up and he nodded quickly.
"Yes! Yes!"
"Where did the blood come from?"
Zhan Di Lao 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 told you that the survivors here are like monkeys."
"Tsk tsk, they don't even have a decent weapon, and they are still fighting with alien species with bare hands."
"It's a pity that they can survive."
"They will thank us, at least we brought them civilization!"
The leading soldier didn't say anything, but he no longer doubted it. He lowered the muzzle of his gun, pointed at his feet, and then pointed at the woods behind him.
"Throw all the things here, and move forward."
Although Zhan Di Lao didn't understand much, he still understood the gesture, and he was also laughing and crying in his heart.
What the hell is this?
He just planned to come and take a look and leave, but he didn't expect to be caught as a scavenger.
Those soldiers obviously didn't mean to let him go.
Zhan Di Lao hesitated for only half a second, then put down the things in his hands obediently, 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 his sight.
The north of the camp is close to the hills, and not far to the east is a stream flowing down from the mountain.
The entire camp is large, but the facilities are extremely simple, with only a row of wooden fence walls, a few scattered wooden watchtowers, and a few dozen tents.
Soldiers in black robes are standing guard and patrolling nearby. I don't know how many people there are, but I think there will be no less than two hundred-man teams.
The center of the camp is full of black, obviously the survivors who were driven here. Their number is also unknown, but it can only be estimated that there should be no less than 5,000.
If they hadn't gathered together, Zhan Di Lao couldn't imagine 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 were all confused, frightened or dull.
Most of them were brought to this strange place without explanation, staying with a group of people they had never seen before.
Before Zhan Di Lao could come to his senses, he was pushed to the back of the team at the entrance of the camp by a soldier with a gun pointed at him.
There was a table at the entrance, and an officer sat behind it. He held a pen in his hand, wrote on a piece of paper, and threw a sign with a number on it to the survivor standing in front of the table.
Finally, it was Zhan Di Lao.
The officer tapped the table with a pen, and when he saw that the man didn't respond, he said impatiently.
"Name."
Zhan Di Lao understood this daily phrase, but of course he couldn't report his game ID, that would be too strange.
In a hurry, he blurted out.
"Pangolin."
The officer didn't say anything, just drew two strokes on the paper, and then threw the sign to Zhan Di Lao. Most of the wastelanders have little culture, not to mention using animals as names, there are many who use tables and stools as names.
Zhan Di Lao suspected that the guy didn't hear what he said at all, but he didn't stop at the door. He glanced at the number 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.
Just when he was at a loss, a survivor who looked similar to him suddenly came over.
"Dude, where are you from?"
Zhan Di Lao said nonsense.
"...Beth Street."
The survivor looked confused.
"Beth Street? I haven't heard of it."
"It's a bit far from here... I was caught by bad luck." Zhan Di Lao wanted to express it this way, but his vocabulary was too limited, and he stumbled and said a lot. The other party was confused and could only think that he might be a stutterer.
"Really? You have bad luck... Although I'm not much better."
The man sighed and continued.
"My name is Li Ba, I'm from Shikeshu Village... Those guys in black robes drove us here without any explanation."
"My name is... Pangolin." Zhandi Lao immediately asked about the thing he was most concerned about, "What are those people going to do to us?"
"I don't know."
Li Ba's face was obviously worried.
"They didn't say anything. After arriving here, they confiscated our food and two-headed cattle, saying that they would centralize management, and then left us here and asked us to wait..."
While talking, a man with a bulge in the middle of his nose, led a line of soldiers, and walked in front of all the survivors.
His eyes were like those of a vulture. Just the contact of his eyes made the noisy crowd quiet down instantly as if a basin of cold water was poured on them.
Looking around at all the survivors present, Korwe raised his chin slightly and spoke in a commanding tone.
"From now on, the area around Ruigu City is designated as a war zone for 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 shedding blood, you need to pay with sweat and labor as a reward for our gifts!"
No one dared to stand up and object.
No one dared to say a word.
Everyone's face was full of fear and anxiety, only the old man in the battlefield who was mixed in the crowd had a strange expression on his face.
Good guy.
These Legion people really believed that it was the people of the Enterprise who were fighting with them.
No wonder they didn't move forward after repairing the engine. It seems that they planned to stop the reinforcements of the Enterprise here...
Kolwei waited for a while and continued.
"My name is Korway, and I'm responsible for everything here."
"Standing next to me is Mr. Finold, the logistics officer. He will tell you about your work, demarcate the living area, 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 Korway's intimidation.
This made him look like a person who was easy to get along with, but Zhandi Lao could feel the arrogance in his eyes.
Obviously, he didn't regard the wastelanders in front of him as human beings, but as a pile of supplies or consumables and similar things.
Korway looked at Finold.
"Do you want to say a few words?"
Finold said with a smile.
"Go ahead, it's just those things anyway."
Korway 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, no exceptions! Lazy people who fail to complete their tasks will not get food, let alone any sympathy."
"In addition, for residents who perform well, we will not only improve their treatment, but also give generous rewards. For example... let him be a centurion."
After a pause, he stared at a pair of turbid eyes, and a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Even a centurion!"
...
East of Ruigu City.
After marching for five days, the baggage train and more than a hundred players finally successfully joined forces with Brother Quanshui and his group who arrived in Ruigu City first.
The supplies that filled five trucks finally solved the supply problem of the Storm Corps.
The NPCs that arrived with the players will be divided into two parts, one part will return to Dawn City to continue transporting supplies, and the other part will stay in the camp to help the players build positions and use building materials to reinforce tunnels, anti-artillery bunkers and other fixed fortifications.
It is almost dusk.
After taking a look at the time on the VM, the commander of the spring looked at my darkest and asked.
"Where's that bastard from the battlefield? Why hasn't he come back yet?"
My darkest said helplessly.
"How should I know? He just said he would try to come back before dark."
"I don't think so," Kakarot, who was folding his arms, shook his head. "It's a distance of 20 to 30 kilometers. Without an exoskeleton, it will take at least a few hours to run. Even if he finds the camp before noon, he will have to wait until tomorrow to get back."
The commander of the spring nodded.
"That's right. Let's ignore him for now."
Kakarot looked at the spring and asked.
"What about us? What should we do now?"
The commander of the spring knew that he was asking about the countermeasures against the legion, and said after thinking for a moment.
"Well... it's not easy. They drove all the local residents to one place. We can't hunt the scavengers who go out to collect resources."
It's not entirely a taboo and sensitive moral issue. The key is that doing so is extremely inefficient and will completely push the local residents to the side of the Legion.
Suddenly, Commander Quanshui had an idea and looked up.
"By the way, did you take photos of those destroyed camps?"
Kakarot nodded.
"I did... what's the matter?"
Commander Quanshui continued.
"Take your people to contact the nearby survivor settlements later, show them the photos taken during the day, and persuade them to leave the village and seek refuge outside."
Kakarot was stunned and hesitated.
"Will they listen to us?"
Escape is not a trivial matter.
It is a bit unrealistic to persuade local people to leave the place where their ancestors have lived for generations with just a few photos.
Commander Quanshui said simply.
"Tell them that there is a place called Dawn City in Qingquan City, 150 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 homes."
"No matter what choice they make in the end, we will only do what we can."
We will persuade as many as we can.
It is better to drive people away than to let them be captured by the legion and used as coolies.
After explaining the task, the commander of the spring water immediately walked to the side of the baggage team, found the NPC in charge, and handed him a locked iron box.
The box was very light, and there was only a card in it.
The card was handed to him by Zhimahu himself before the White Bear Knights went to explore the entrance of Shelter No. 79.
It is said that it is a very important task prop, which may change the direction of the war. Please find a way to deliver it to the administrator.
The commander of the spring water himself must be inseparable from the front line. He has also arranged specific tasks for each player in the legion. The only ones who can be asked are these NPC soldiers.
Although they are logistics personnel, their loyalty is also beyond doubt.
It is even better to say that it has become a belief rather than loyalty.
"We have a wounded soldier with a special identity here. Please send him back to Dawn City... and please give this box to the administrator!"
Hearing the order from the Fountain Commander, the logistics officer nodded seriously, reached out to take the box, and put his right fist against his chest.
"Guarantee to complete the mission!"
The Fountain Commander looked at him and nodded, and touched his chest with his right fist as a return gift.
"For the Alliance!"
...
Official forum.
Today is as lively as ever.
The news here is much more explosive than the "Survivor Daily". Every now and then, players from the Storm Corps will bring first-hand battle reports.
Including where they ambushed another patrol of the Legion, how many people were killed, and how much equipment was seized, which made the spectators very excited.
Of course.
What made players and cloud players most excited was the intelligence brought back by the old man in the battlefield...
"The latest news! The Legion has established a new base near the Fallen Leaf Ridge on the northwest side of Ruigu City, named Fallen Leaf Camp!"
Funnel Commander: "Fuck, you finally showed up!"
I'm the darkest: "We thought you were dead outside."
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Hehe, something unexpected happened. I was planning to take a look outside and leave, but it just so happened that I ran into the patrol of the Legion... Anyway, when I came to my senses, I was already in that camp."
Battlefield didn't feel embarrassed to tell him about the fact that he peeled potatoes for an afternoon, because it was too embarrassing.
Fortunately, the people in the Legion didn't discover his identity as an awakener, nor did they suspect that he was a dumb man who couldn't speak fluently.
Instead, the NPC like the cook praised his potato peeling speed, praised him for completing three times the workload of other laborers, and transferred him from the big bunk bed where the laborers lived to the four-person room next to the kitchen, and he was responsible for peeling potatoes in the future.
Kakarot: "What the hell?!"
Broken-legged Kevin: "Is there such a good thing?!"
Night Ten: "Good guy... I just call him good guy."
Canyon Fleeing Mole: "How many people are there?"
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Not many, not many, probably about five or six thousand, mostly locals captured by the Legion from nearby survivor settlements."
Debt Big Eyes: "I don't understand, what does the Legion want to do by gathering those survivors together?"
Lightning King Professor Yang: "You don't understand this, population itself is a resource, zero maintenance cost, no technical content, a bowl of rice can do half a day, what machine Can anyone use the device so well? (grin)"
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Almost. The Legion organized some people to hunt, some to scavenge, and some to grow yams and feed cattle... Most of the materials produced here were supplied to the airship. The only food for the survivors was nutrient paste. Damn, that stuff tasted terrible. I felt like it was mixed with stones or sawdust or something."
Yin Lena: "Are you sure it was sawdust, not bone residue or something like that? (funny)"
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Fuck! Stop talking, I'm going to vomit! (vomit)"
Elf King Fugui: "Optimistic Brother Dian, that's just a hypothesis, maybe it's wild fruit, bark or alien species. (Funny)"
Mole on the run in the canyon: "It feels like the Legion is aiming for something big."
Fang Chang: "I have the same feeling... It seems that they are planning to support a local force as their pawn in the River Valley Province, just like what they did in Luoxia Province."
Teng Teng: "Luoxia Province? 0.0"
Fang Chang: "Well, I talked about this with Hal, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper from Luoxia Province. The Falcon Kingdom in Luoxia Province is the vassal state of the Legion east of the Great Desert."
Quanshui Commander: " Anyway, the Legion has already taken countermeasures against our guerrilla tactics, and we have to adjust our tactics appropriately. "
Edge: "Speaking of which, what about Boulder City? Is there any reaction?"
Fang Chang: "Of course, but I can't tell whether it is a war mood or just panic. Anyway, after that day, I saw a lot of arms sent to the northern suburbs. The top leaders of the Alliance should have reached some kind of agreement with the top leaders of Boulder City... I guess."
Edge: "Hey, if the people from the enterprise left two days later, it would be better."
Everyone talked about it, and the post soon had thousands of floors.
Especially after hearing that the officer named Korwe promised that those who made outstanding contributions would be appointed as decurions or even centurions, many curious people encouraged the old man on the battlefield to perform well and strive to get a "fake army leader".
Chu Guang, who was sitting in front of the computer, was also surprised at this moment.
Good guy.
Is this considered infiltrating the Legion?
"Xiao Qi."
"What's the matter, Master?" Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the table, tilted his head.
"Can we connect the task interface with the official website forum account?" Chu Guang thought for a while and described his idea, "In short, it is to allow players to confirm their tasks through the official website account outside the game."
He wanted to do this before, but because there was no need for it, and he was busy during this period, he forgot about it.
After listening to Chu Guang's needs, Xiao Qi immediately nodded with enthusiasm.
"No problem! This is very simple, leave it to Xiao Qi!"
It is really easy for it to connect the two developed systems together, and it can be done by making data intercommunication on the server.
It didn't take a minute, and the software program update was completed.
Now players can not only check the task progress on the official website, but also receive new tasks on the official website.
Holding the mouse in his right hand, Chu Guang browsed Xiao Qi's masterpiece, and a smile appeared on his face.
Not bad.
Players have gained convenience, and I have gained convenience in commanding players. There is no doubt that this is a change that has the best of both worlds.
I am a genius!
…
At the same time, in a bedroom in a parallel world.
Someone who was sitting in front of the computer with a silly smile on his face and watching the number of replies soar suddenly sat up straight in his chair and let out a strange cry.
"Fuck? This works?!"
Just now, the Battlefield atmosphere team suddenly found that there was a small red dot in the user information column in the upper right corner of the official website.
Curiously, I clicked it and saw that it was the task bar!
"When was it updated?"
Battlefield was always confused, but after clicking the mouse twice, the confused expression quickly turned into ecstasy.
In the past, this broken 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 the newly triggered tasks!
It's really awesome!
[Task 1: Lurk in the Fallen Leaf Camp and inquire about the Legion's movements. The amount of the reward 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 Meng! The dog planner has been updated!!!"
...
The players in the entire forum are giving Zhandi Lao bad ideas to help him improve his undercover personality. Chu Guang feels that he should not worry too much.
Planting 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 expectations of victory on a certain piece of equipment or one or two people, but it is not ruled out that Zhandi Lao 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, with 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 proven this player's command and organizational capabilities. Chu Guang believes that he should be able to plan the location of each machine gun position, so he doesn't need to worry too much.
He only needs to take care of the logistics and ensure that there is enough ammunition on the front line, 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 continues to update on the forum, their "treasure hunt" seems to have made new progress...