Although he was only a "military training instructor" for less than half a month, there were at least 1,800 newbies who died at the hands of the Battlefield Atmosphere Group.
The forum was full of howling and crying, and his reputation as a newbie killer was confirmed.
The only thing missing was that A Guang didn't give him an official certification of his achievement.
However, after fighting an eagle for a thousand days, it is inevitable that one day the eagle will peck its eyes. No matter how steady the boat is, it is inevitable that it will sail in the gutter.
Just the day after the Battlefield guy wearing a pangolin vest finally completed the myth of "3,000 kills" and was touted as a god of war by the Triumph Newspaper, a homemade artillery shell that fell from the sky finally punished him...
After the deafening roar and the subsequent harsh busy tone, he quickly and hastily disconnected.
And when he logged into the game again, it was more than five hours later.
The warlord who woke up from his "coma" glared, almost frightening the doctor who sutured his wound.
Seeing the pangolin wrapped in bandages like a mummy suddenly open his eyes, the nurses standing by the bed were all stunned and whispered to each other in surprise.
"...Oh my God, he can wake up like this."
"Mr. Leiter said that there are at least twelve shrapnel in his body, and the bombs of those barbarians fell less than 20 meters away from him!"
"Is this the awakener?"
"It can only be the awakener... I heard that the physical fitness of the awakened is far superior to that of ordinary people. If it were an ordinary person, he would have died on the spot."
"But awakening is not always a good thing. I heard that it is difficult for awakened people to have offspring."
A quiet-looking nurse suddenly blushed.
"That's good..."
A group of colleagues looked at her in surprise, and the latter probably felt embarrassed and turned around and slipped out the door with a red face.
After carefully finishing the last stitch, the doctor named Rhett threw the tools into the tray next to him, let out a long breath and looked at the pangolin lying on the bed.
"You're awake."
Judging from his appearance, he is not a Weilant, but he does not belong to Luoxia Province. He is probably from other areas of the Western Continent occupied by the Legion.
The battlefield guy looked at the ceiling, then at the bandages on his body, and slowly spoke.
"This is..."
"The field hospital in the G53 defense zone. The medical soldiers on the front line can't treat your injuries. Commander Korway arranged a vehicle to transfer you here."
Doctor Rhett joked.
"To be honest, the first time I saw you, I thought you were definitely hopeless. I didn't expect that you would survive beyond my expectations."
The battlefield guy nodded to show that he understood, and did not listen carefully to the second half of the doctor's words. He relaxed his shoulders and rested his head on the pillow.
This place is about 20 kilometers away from the front line, which is relatively far back.
However, although he left the front line, he was not in a hurry to go back.
In the days to come, there will be no more newbies coming to give away heads.
Tomorrow, the Storm Corps will bring people to symbolically feint, and then this "adding fuel to the fire" operation will be officially over.
And next -
It's Brother Fountain's plan No. 3!
Nearly two thousand newbies who have joined the game recently, each of them has died at least once, and the most have even died three times!
With the accumulation of these death experiences, they are enough to play the role that a soldier should play on the battlefield.
"... I have taken out all the shrapnel that can be removed for you, and the wounds have been sutured. Is there anything uncomfortable?" Dr. Rhett asked.
He still has a good impression of this soldier named Pangolin. An awakened person who is not a Weilant has achieved results on the battlefield that even the Weilants are impressed by.
Such a heroic story is like a refreshing novel for him who was also born as a "servant race".
Battlefield man closed his eyes and thought for a while.
"Maybe a little on the head."
"It is probably a mild concussion. Rest well and try to recover soon."
As he said that, Rhett patted him on the shoulder and grinned.
"Your story has been on the radio for the past two days. You can't fall down here."
Battlefield man smiled and nodded gently.
You must not fall down.
His mission is not yet completed.
Watching the doctor leave, Battlefield man relaxed his muscles and lay flat on the bed, wondering whether he should go offline to rest or stay online to count sheep and be in a daze.
It is still late at night outside the game, and it seems boring to wake up.
Speaking of which, there seems to be a game console in Ideal City, and you can even play virtual reality games in virtual reality games. Recently, the studio opened by Mole brother has transplanted PUBG there.
Wait...
Doesn't this mean that as long as you go to the ideal city, you can play games 24 hours a day without any health problems? !
Thinking that Fang Chang has already lived such a "luxurious" life in advance, the battlefield guy's fists can't help but harden.
Damn it!
Compared with the old silver coin in the fountain, that guy is actually the hidden European emperor!
Just when the battlefield guy was thinking about it, a beautiful woman with long dark brown hair and a proud figure came in from outside the tent.
She was holding a tray with a bowl and a spoon on it. It should be food from the kitchen.
The battlefield guy turned his head to look at the door and blurted out subconsciously.
"Who are you?"
Hearing this, the woman showed a panic expression on her face, and quickly put the tray on the bedside table and walked to the bedside. .
"You have amnesia?"
Amnesia?
Battlefield guy was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly.
How is it possible.
He was indeed unconscious for a while just now, and his head was injured, but it was not serious enough to cause amnesia.
In fact, he could have logged in again two hours ago, but he was delayed by his foul mouth offline.
The reason why he didn't recognize her immediately was simply because he simply forgot her name.
It seems...
Is her name Penny?
She felt a little embarrassed by the "hot" eyes, but Penny didn't dodge, but raised the corners of her lips proudly.
"The doctor said you'd better eat something, so I went to the kitchen to make you a beet soup. Are you hungry? I can feed you."
Battlefield guy was immediately happy.
There is such a good thing? !
When he thought of a 100% real virtual reality game, even the determined "pangolin" couldn't help but feel a little bit of love.
What a benefit from the dog planner!
If I miss this, wouldn't it be a shame for A Guang's kindness?
However, when he just raised his neck and looked at the bowl, the word "OK" was stuck in his throat.
I saw a black paste floating in the bowl, which was clearly separated from the liquid below, and some green foam floated on the surface, probably parsley.
No matter which dimension of "color, fragrance and taste" is used to evaluate, it is probably hard to convince people that this thing is food.
But if it is placed in an organic chemistry laboratory, there is no sense of disobedience.
It seems that she also realized that the appearance of this dish is not very good. Penny's cheeks turned red unconsciously and tried to explain.
"It seems that the cooking time is a bit long... But it's okay to eat."
More than long.
This is all carbonized, okay! !
The battlefield guy coughed dryly.
"I... I have a headache and no appetite. Can you leave me alone for a while?"
His chicken soup has not been sent yet.
If he is sent away like this, it would be even more embarrassing than being carried by the newbies!
As if she didn't hear the hidden euphemism in this sentence at all, Penny looked at him distressedly, sighed softly, and put the bowl in her hand on the bedside table.
"Then you should rest first..."
"Also, remember to eat it while it's hot."
After saying that, she left the room.
Looking at the closed curtain, the warlord just breathed a sigh of relief, but within two seconds, the curtain of the tent was lifted again.
This time it was his superior Korwe who came in, and walked over with a concerned look on his face.
"Do you feel better?"
"Better."
Looking at the bandages wrapped around his beloved general, Korwe said with emotion.
"It's hard to imagine that you would be injured like this."
The warlord made a helpless expression.
Even if it is a beggar's version, it is still a rocket launcher.
In the face of sufficient equivalent, all skills and experience are just fancy.
Korway suddenly noticed the dinner plate on the bedside table and the bowl of black soup.
"What is this?"
The warlord coughed lightly.
"Miss Penny made it for me in the kitchen... It is said to be called beet soup? But I don't have much appetite, how about you try it?"
"Penny made it for you? You are good, she is very popular on the front line, many guys regard her as their dream lover," Korway looked at him in surprise, then smiled and squeezed his eyebrows, reached out and picked up the bowl of soup, "I'll try it for you."
The warlord was about to say that there was no need to force it, after all, if Korway was killed, he would be really helpless in the legion.
However, Korway's hands and brain worked together, and he was one step faster than him. He picked up the spoon from the plate, scooped a spoonful of the black soup and stuffed it into his mouth.
The warlord stared at this guy in amazement.
Just when he thought that this guy would spit it out, he saw a layer of tears in Korway's eyes?
"...The taste of home."
He sniffed, scooped another spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth, muttering with a moved face.
"Damn, the chefs in Luoxia Province can't understand this delicacy at all... I haven't tasted it for almost five or six years!"
As he said that, he simply put his mouth to the edge of the bowl and scooped it up with a spoon, so that he didn't even notice that the cinder-like soup hung on his beard.
The warlord stared at him in disbelief and couldn't help asking.
"But shouldn't beetroot soup be red?"
Korway was stunned after putting down the bowl.
"Red? Are the beets in Jinchuan Province red?"
Zhandi Lao swallowed his saliva and asked guiltily.
"Is it black in your place?"
Kolwei nodded with a subtle expression.
"Although the layers and taste will be more uniform, and the pepper flavor will be more mellow, but the color is basically like this..."
Zhandi Lao: "..."
Eating such disgusting food every day.
He felt sorry for these big noses.
He finished eating it without noticing. Kolwei stared at the empty bowl in his hand and came back to his senses, scratching the back of his head embarrassedly.
"Uh, sorry, I finished the food that Miss Penny made for you... I'll ask her to make you another bowl."
Zhandi Lao said quickly.
"No need! Just give me two roasted beef legs."
If that guy knew that he had a good appetite, his undercover career would be ruined.
Kolwei was stunned.
"You are so badly injured, can you digest that kind of food?"
Zhandi Lao said without hesitation.
"No problem! I just hurt my legs and arms, not my stomach. Supplementing more protein will help you get better faster... That's what the doctor said."
Kerwei stopped persuading and nodded.
"Okay, I'll arrange for someone to send it to you later."
Looking at Kerwei turning around and leaving the tent, Zhandi Lao breathed a sigh of relief, raised his bandaged arm and wiped his forehead, muttering and cursing.
"Damn... I should have known I wouldn't wake up."
...
That evening.
"Wasteland OL" official website forum.
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "The beets in this game are red, right??"
Macabazi: "Yes? I've seen them at Brown Farm."
Going up the mountain to fight the tiger: "+1, but I have seen purple varieties."
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "But why is the beet soup in the Legion black!"
Teng Teng: "What kind of dark cuisine is this..."
Ya Ya: "Horrible. (??灬??)"
Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes: "Maybe it's a mutation."
Fang Chang: "Indeed, animals can mutate, so it makes sense that plants can't... Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Hehe, I'm sorry to say... The beauty made me a bowl of beet soup, but I was shocked by the black appearance. I hope it's not poisonous!"
Ye Shi: "Good guy, he got it!"
Construction Site Boy and Brick: "Damn it! Wait, I'll bring people to brush you a wave of rockets!"
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Hahaha! Brush, you can do whatever you want, I'm not on the front line anymore! (Proud)"
Funnel Commander: "Okay, don't just You're busy enjoying yourself. Plan 3 is about to start. You should plan to run away. Don't let the newbies really blow up your gold coins. (side eye)"
Lao Bai: "That's right. I'll go home when I have time. I haven't been back for a long time. (grin)"
Ye Shi: "Brother, you haven't saved the game for almost two months, right? (funny)"
I'm the Blackest: "Damn it, I want to add some bounty to the pangolin."
Debt Big Eyes: "Hahahaha, +1, mainly because I haven't seen a whole level drop. (shy)"
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Fuck! You guys should behave like human beings!"
WC Real Mosquito: "(smirk)"
...
Dawn City North Airport.
A row of H-1 "Dragonfly" transport planes painted in desert colors are parked next to the runway. Porters wearing exoskeletons are pushing forklifts to move boxes of packaged supplies into the cabin.
Although the company's killer whale transport aircraft has the advantages of "fast flight speed" and "arbitrary terrain deployment", its transportation resources are limited after all.
The transportation route from the East Coast to the Alliance is equally important, and the company cannot temporarily allocate more "killer whale" transport aircraft to this war, so this transport flight from Dawn City to the front line can only be solved by the Alliance.
The flight of thousands of kilometers has exceeded the cruising radius of the H-1 transport aircraft, so the No. 81 Steel Plant had to replace some of the batteries of the H-1 transport aircraft with explosive metal hydrogen.
At the same time, Chu Guang sent a telegram to the Lion Kingdom, asking them to cooperate with the Alliance's construction team to widen the airport in the north of Lion City and use it as a logistics transfer station.
In this way, the air corridor from Dawn City to the front line was opened.
The day of the decisive battle is approaching.
Every department and every person in the alliance was like a gear that had been wound up, busy preparing for the upcoming decisive battle...
"Be good, listen, I'll be back in a few days."
"Ew!"
"I'll take you to eat candy when I come back, okay!"
"Ew!"
"...Chao!"
"Chao!"
"Hey - don't learn that."
Next to the hangar.
Luo Yu looked at Xiao Yu who was holding on to him with a smile and tears, trying to explain to him that he was only away for a few days and would be back soon.
However -
Xiao Yu still had a reluctant expression, and several tentacles firmly grasped his arm, unwilling to let him go.
Luo Yu couldn't help but have a headache.
This guy can clearly understand what he is saying!
Seeing the movement here, Mosquito came over with his head in his arms, smiling and teasing.
"Stuck together again, why don't you take it to the front line."
Luo Yu rolled his eyes.
"Get lost! I'm a pilot, why take it to do anything?"
Mosquito said with a smile.
"Let's fly together... But then again, we don't seem to have a two-seater jet yet, I'll think about getting one someday."
Luo Yu couldn't help but remind him.
"It weighs 200 kilograms."
Mosquito was stunned.
"Fuck... That might be a bit difficult, you have to carry two less bombs to get on it."
Xiao Yu: "Boil!"
Luo Yu covered his face with a headache.
After a lot of effort, he finally calmed Xiao Yu down. Although it suddenly became obedient and inexplicably, he didn't have time to think about it deeply at this moment.
Plan No. 3 is about to be launched, and the Alliance will soon launch a full-scale offensive against the Legion occupying Oasis No. 3 and the Falcon Kingdom coalition forces, giving them the final blow when they are already exhausted.
However, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even with serious supply problems, the legion still has a "Saber" fighter that can pose a fatal threat to the Alliance's air force.
In order to cover the five "Cloud Ting" flapping-wing aircraft equipped with the Skeleton Corps, he needs to drive the modified "Lingyun" fighter to the front line.
Even if it cannot be shot down.
We must do everything possible to delay it and buy time for the ground troops!
Following Mosquito to the hangar, Luo Yu noticed that the airport staff were transporting ridiculously large boxes into the cabin, and asked curiously.
"What are those planes pulling?"
Mosquito chuckled proudly.
"'Fat Man' rocket! The latest product of Goblin Technology, scientifically known as gas tank bomb!"
Luo Yu was stunned, staring at the warehouse not far away.
"I Zhuo?! What's in there...?"
Mosquito nodded proudly.
"It has to be!"
Luo Yu said with a smile.
"Doesn't the army have 155? Why do you produce so many of them?"
Mosquito coughed and explained.
"Although we are equipped with a large number of 155 artillery, our allies have not used such advanced weapons. The respected administrator can't bear to see these natives still fighting with medieval muzzle-loading smoothbore cannons, so he asked me to research a cheap and easy-to-use weapon to sell to them."
Luo Yu couldn't help complaining.
"And then you use this thing to fool them?"
"How can you say it's fooling!" Mosquito glared at him dissatisfiedly, and said with reason, "They took the initiative to order it!"
Luo Yu's face was full of disbelief.
This kind of thing that is useless except for its great power and has no technological content, only ghosts would spend money to buy it!
Any small workshop can produce it, can't you make it yourself!
Seeing the disbelief on his face, Mosquito smiled and continued proudly.
"Didn't the Storm Troops and the Death Troops use pangolins to test the newbies on the front line some time ago? The soldier of the Lion Kingdom following the car was Prince Winter's personal guard. He happened to see the power of the gas tank bomb and couldn't take his eyes off it!"
Luo Yu was stunned.
"It can be like this..."
"Of course, is there any place more suitable for promoting weapons than the battlefield?" Mosquito continued with confidence, "Especially this thing is easy to set up and simple to operate. One person riding a donkey and pulling a cart can complete the deployment. After understanding the power of the alliance's weapons, Prince Winter came to our base overnight, found our commander and placed an order for 5,000 on the spot."
Luo Yu: "...How much is one?"
Mosquito waved his hand.
"Not expensive, only 8,000 silver coins."
Luo Yu: "Puff!"
Wow!
8,000!
A miner's exoskeleton is only 2,000. If you get another 2,000 silver coins, you can buy a Type 5 "Light Cavalry"!
This is too much!
Seeing the expression on Luo Yu's face, Mosquito immediately realized that he was too pretentious. Worried that he would talk nonsense on the forum, he quickly explained it.
"Hey... don't think I made a lot of money. The price of the transaction was actually negotiated by the manager. The arms sales were done by the alliance. We just took a production order and made some pocket money. The profit is not as exaggerated as you think."
Luo Yu rolled his eyes and said.
"I don't believe you!"
Whether he believed it or not, Mosquito coughed and continued.
"...In short, the technical content of this thing is not as low as you think, and the cost is still a little bit."
"Thanks to the reviews written by Comrade Pangolin and those newbies, our engineers have slightly improved this thing. Some thickeners, high-energy fuels and azides have been added to the formula. The power has increased by about 30%, and it has a continuous burning effect, especially for targets hiding in bunkers. It is very useful!"
"Hehe."
As he spoke, Mosquito felt a little embarrassed and smiled shyly.
Luo Yu stared at him in amazement and didn't say a word for a long time.
Good guy.
These old players are more rude than each other!
He originally thought that the battlefield brother was just a military training instructor. Although it was a bit hard, it was not that difficult. He didn't expect that he was only standing on the first floor.
When he didn't know, all the operations such as weapon experiments and arms promotion were arranged for him.
Luo Yu suddenly felt sorry for Zhandi.
This guy has survived until now wearing the pangolin vest.
It's really not easy...