The drum-like explosions and gunshots stopped at some point.
Not long after, black smoke floated in the direction of Dust Town.
The residents walking on the mountain path stopped involuntarily, unloaded their bags, and prostrated themselves in the direction of the town.
"God of the Big Horned Deer..."
"I hope Lord Big Horned Rat is safe."
"May the Emperor bless you."
It is not difficult to see from the messy prayers how absurd their beliefs are.
However, the heart that prayed for the warriors' safety was not false at all.
Zhang Zhengyang, who was tied to the ox cart with his hands tied by ropes, also saw the black smoke and felt relieved, with a hint of secret joy.
The honorable bishop did not give up on him!
Their allies sent people to rescue him!
However, he did not show his thoughts on his face. He just shrank his head timidly, fearing that the survivors would notice him and vent their anger on him.
Looking at the residents who were praying on the ground, Lao Bai, who was walking in front of the team, stopped and tapped his helmet with his index finger.
"Ten minutes of rest."
"We'll wait for them for a while."
This place is more than 20 kilometers away from Dust Town. There are forests and hills that are difficult for vehicles to pass through, so there is basically no need to worry about being caught up.
Thanks to the time bought by the brothers of the Jungle Corps, they have enough time to move to a safe area.
After about three or five minutes, the residents of Dust Town got up from the ground, patted the dust on their bodies, and picked up their bags on the ground again.
People were in a low mood and did not communicate much.
But Lao Bai could see something other than sadness and hesitation in their eyes.
He had seen those things in the eyes of the residents of Dawn City...
"Keep on the road."
Old White waved his right fist.
The transferred team stretched out like a long snake in the mountains, winding forward, heading towards the resettlement site hidden in the mountains.
At the same time, a small silver fixed-wing drone ended its hovering and glided along the predetermined track to the side of an abandoned farm in the north.
The two Guards Regiment scouts waiting there quickly stepped forward, folded and recovered the drone, and took it to the "Viper" transport plane parked near the farm.
Two hours later.
The drone's storage was sent to the Giant Stone Building, and the battle video and weapon data were recovered and uploaded to the server.
The office on the top floor of the Giant Stone Building.
Yin Bosi, standing by the French window, watched the battle video from beginning to end.
After about two or three seconds, he sighed and pressed the close button, talking to himself.
"I have to admit that even ugly organisms occasionally show highlights other than death..."
"So beautiful."
According to the computer simulation results, the "Iron Wall" exoskeleton plus the "Roarer" bolt gun can at most bring the combat effectiveness of a human soldier to the same level as that of a mutant.
That is, when both sides use infantry armor, hot weapons, and the difference in tactics and numbers is not large, a one-for-one casualty ratio is a data that is closer to the deduction result.
After all, mutants themselves are a byproduct of the singularity technology of "perfect life forms", and their existence itself is the crystallization of biological technology.
Even if the soldiers of the Jungle Corps are all awakened, it is quite difficult to achieve a one-for-three record without additional support.
However, the final casualty ratio reached one to ten!
Yin Bosi has no doubt that any corps in Boulder City, even at its peak, cannot have such a high combat effectiveness.
Twenty against more than five hundred...
Even if it was a team composed of X-16, it would probably be drowned in a matter of minutes.
"The data is too beautiful, but it has lost its reference value... But your bravery deserves to be collected by the server forever."
With a light stroke of his index finger on the French window, Yin Bosi dragged the battle record and various data into the folder for archiving.
This was the first battlefield of the XB-1 "Roarer" bolter.
It was also the most shocking new weapon experiment in a hundred years.
Thinking that those guys were dead, Yin Bosi's face rarely showed a trace of regret.
"Although you probably won't have the chance to hear it, I still want to tell you."
"Your death is much more valuable than most organics."
But I didn't expect the soldiers of the Alliance to be so good at close combat. His original suggestion was to retreat when they were close to a safe distance of 10m.
Why not give them some close combat equipment such as chainsaws...
...
[Side quest: "First test of the bolter" mission completed! ]
[Requirement: Engage in a firefight with a mutant squad of more than 100 people. ]
[Yin Bosi: "Most of your deaths are much more valuable, I look forward to working with you next time!"]
[Evaluation: S+]
[Reward: ...]
At the same time when the players of the Jungle Corps received the mission rewards, the official website of "Wasteland OL" was very lively.
The gloriously offline Garbage Jun was typing on the keyboard, vividly describing the dangerous situation at that time.
Including how he was invincible in the middle of the pile of green-skinned muscle old men, including how he took the head of the giant mutant in the crowd.
Hearing his abstract description of "one head with the left hand, another head with the right hand", people who didn't know thought he had killed a team of 100 people.
Finally, someone couldn't help asking how many people he killed in total, and Garbage Jun also told the truth quite honestly.
When the post was commented on, "Only 20", a long line of boos immediately broke out below the post.
What can Ye Ao do to me: "Haha, you have the nerve to brag with only 20 people. When my brother went to Southeast Asia to do business, he accidentally encountered a group of drug dealers, about a hundred people. Those guys were all tall and strong, and they were holding AKs and pineapples. In the end, my brother killed them with a dagger. Later, I found out that they were local warlords."
Garbage Picker Level 99: "Tsk, your 100 drug dealers are nothing in the wasteland. Even the predators may not be able to beat them!"
Yin Lena: "I think you lost the moment you discussed with Brother Ye Ao. (Funny)"
Elf King Fugui: "Did I remember it wrong? Wasn't his brother a special forces soldier who went to the south to perform a secret mission? (Funny)"
Makabazi: "Hahaha! I remember it too!"
Yin Lena: "Then the question is, what did Brother Ye Ao's ancestors do? (Funny)"
As usual, Brother Ye Ao still threw a word and ran away, not giving people a chance to catch him. One can't help wondering if this guy is the type who secretly plays with his phone under the table.
Back to the post itself, unlike cloud players, most players have seen how powerful mutants are.
Especially the old players of the A test.
They have almost all engraved the impression of the mutants' terrifying recovery ability in their minds.
Therefore, when Trash said that he took 20 heads, even his teammates didn't believe this KD.
I wanted to call it fake, and I was even more angry that this guy must have counted the two heads he took as his own, which made Trash's nose crooked.
It was not until the midnight chicken killing came down that he was vindicated.
This guy really didn't brag.
If it weren't for the big old lady at the end who was so powerful that he could knock down a tree with one kick, I'm afraid he could kill more.
That guy has a name, and he can be considered a purple elite monster at any level.
Garbage Picker Level 99: "... Hey, you are the ones who are the most miserable. Twenty sets of 'Iron Wall' exoskeletons, not counting the bolter, add up to 300,000 silver coins, right?"
Although he also lost a set of "Hunter" exoskeleton, that thing is just a mount equipment, which is not very expensive. Just lose it.
Isn't the game just for fun?
Anyway, he had a good time, and his believers were also saved, not to mention that some people lost more than him.
This life is worth it!
Midnight Killer Chicken: "Oh, you mean the exoskeleton and rifle... Those things are mission props. If they are broken, they are broken. Anyway, we didn't spend money to buy them."
Piltover Paratrooper: "+1, have you forgotten that we usually wear the KV-1 and Miner I with welded steel plates."
Voyeur Model Worker: "Goblin technology is the best in the world! (Funny)"
Garbage Picker Level 99: "???"
Mission?
What the hell? !
Garbage Master was dumbfounded.
Seeing the three question marks, Midnight Chicken asked in a typing voice.
"Didn't you receive the mission?"
Garbage Picker Level 99: "...What mission. (confused)"
Midnight Chicken: "The mission of Giant Stone Military Industry. Didn't I say at the beginning that we are here to die."
Garbage Picker Level 99: "Fuck?! Are you serious!?"
Midnight Chicken: "Yes."
Seeing this "Yes", Garbage Master almost spit out a mouthful of blood on the screen.
Chicken Brother did say this at the time, but he only thought that guy was pretending and didn't take it seriously at all.
After all this time, there is really such an outrageous mission? !
Thinking that Garbage Brother didn't believe it, Midnight Chicken continued to type.
"The side quest of Giant Stone Military Industry, let's challenge '20VS100' and see how many we can kill. There are quest props for free, I was planning to do it later, but I just caught up with the opportunity... Anyway, the rating is S+, and the silver coins are quite a lot."
Macabazi: "Hahahaha!"
Yin Lena: "Trash Man: I am the one who got hurt. (Funny)"
Elf King Fugui: "Sorry, if I were Trash Man, I would have fainted in the toilet crying. (Funny)"
Garbage Picker Level 99: "Fuck you%￥#@!"
Midnight Killer: "(Silly Laugh)"
Canyon Runaway Mole: "To be honest, the loss of equipment is really painful, and it makes me feel sad. I think we can have an insurance function, similar to EVE, where a certain percentage of ISK is returned when a ship explodes, and 60% or 70% of silver coins are returned when an exoskeleton explodes, and then some weapons such as automatic rifles do not need to be insured."
Yin Lena: "Then the question is, given the probability of damage to the player's equipment, what percentage of the total equipment price should the insurance premium be more appropriate? (Funny)"
Canyon Runaway Mole: "Well, this is indeed a problem."
If the premium is too high, insurance loses its meaning. And if the premium is too low, with the almost realistic economic system of "Wasteland OL", the alliance may go bankrupt on the spot.
He has always been interested in doing private insurance business.
But this kind of business that gambles against obvious risks will end in bankruptcy no matter how he calculates it.
After all, he is a player himself, so he knows best how reckless players are...
...
Just as everyone was talking about this on the forum, nearly 300 residents of Dust Town and the Burning Corps finally arrived at the mountainous area at the junction of River Valley Province and Jinchuan Province.
The terrain here is dangerous. There is only a winding mountain road to the south, and a river 50 to 60 meters wide to the north. The steep rock walls stand in the water, and in the middle is a bridge built in the era of the Human Alliance.
Although the roads on both sides have been basically wiped out by time, this nameless bridge still stands in good structure, but it is slightly tilted as a whole.
It is estimated that the ground under the bridge piers collapsed.
However, in the wasteland, this dangerous bridge is not a problem.
This is already a rare easy road.
The Alliance's supply truck is parked at the bridgehead, and the players of the Burning Corps are busy unloading supplies and cooperating with the accompanying logistics personnel to construct the base of operations.
Before the sentry tower and the machine gun position, they need to widen the road at the bridgehead so that ammunition and weapons can be delivered smoothly.
In the current situation, it is difficult for trucks to turn around.
Just looking at the road conditions on the other side of the bridge, Ye Shi really doesn't know whether to admire these guys' driving skills or the Alliance's factory.
If they can drive the car here, it will be no problem to get an A driver's license in reality.
"Long time no see! Where is the garbage old man? Did he fail again?"
Seeing Lao Bai and his group, the Killing Dagger walked up to greet them with a playful smile, and then saw the dark crowd behind them, and a surprised expression suddenly appeared on his face.
He was not the only one surprised.
The survivors of Dust Town were also frightened when they saw his hands as big as iron pots. Several timid children hid behind their parents nervously, and some of the younger ones even cried out.
The Killing Dagger looked embarrassed.
He couldn't figure it out anyway. No matter how scary he was, he was not as scary as Junji. Why did all the NPCs who saw him act like they saw a ghost?
But in order not to scare the children, he still pretended to hide his two big fists behind his back and asked Lao Bai in a low voice.
"Why are there so many people?"
Lao Bai shrugged helplessly and was about to explain, but Ye Shi, who was following him, answered before him.
"They are all Junji's followers."
Murderous Dagger: "Puff..."
Kidney Fighter: "The followers are okay."
"In short, it's basically like Ye Shi said, Junji asked us to take good care of them." Lao Bai continued concisely, "Besides, the people on the other side are mutants. Even if Junji didn't ask us, we can't just leave them alone."
"That's true..." Murderous Dagger nodded in agreement.
Mutants, they are not human.
Although this is nonsense, it is the most appropriate description of what they did. Compared with the raider tribe and the mutant tribe, they are nothing.
Lao Bai had already reported to the administrator about the matter of Dust Town.
Although the alliance did not have the spare capacity to take care of a group of refugees 700 kilometers away, especially since Dawn City and Boulder City were preparing for the spring wave, the kind-hearted adult still said that he would ask the refugee home to send some people to settle these people on the spot.
At this time, the mayor of Dust Town walked over here.
There was a young man behind the old man, and both of them looked like they had something to say.
Looking at the old and young, Lao Bai asked in a gentle tone.
"What's the matter?"
Qin Baitian did not speak, but nodded respectfully and saluted first. When Lao Bai was surprised, he raised his head and said seriously.
"Thank you for saving us again and again. I know we can't repay your kindness in our lifetime, but at least we don't want to be a burden to you and make the Great Horned Deer God and the Great Horned Rat feel ashamed of us... If there is anything that people like us can help with, please don't hesitate to tell me, I will convey it to the residents of the town."
The young man next to Qin Baitian also nodded vigorously and said firmly.
"Please give us a chance... We want to do something for you!"
A few months ago, he accidentally ate the Naguo and almost caused the whole village to fall into the green plague.
It was the Great Horned Deer God who forgave and saved him.
That adult not only pardoned the sins he committed out of ignorance, but also gave him precious medicine to help him get through the most difficult time.
Until now, he has finally recovered completely.
From then on, he vowed to serve that adult for his whole life.
Seeing the determination in the eyes of the two, Lao Bai was silent for a while, swallowed the words on his lips, and changed his words.
"We plan to build a supply outpost here, and we will build a railway from Qingquan City to here in the future."
"If you want to help us do something, first count the young and middle-aged people between the ages of 16 and 40 who are willing to help. I will send the list to the logistics department and let them arrange work for you, and then you can get a salary, although it is usually not much, just the minimum standard."
"How can this be embarrassing, you have helped us so much, how can we ask for your money..." Qin Baitian wanted to refuse with an embarrassed look, but was interrupted by Lao Bai.
"The alliance will not let anyone work for free. As long as you work, you must be paid. This is a law that everyone must abide by. I hope you understand. Just like you want to do something for us, we also don't want you to bring your own dry food to work for us."
Qin Baitian was stunned.
It was not because of the reward that the man in front of him insisted on talking about, but the first sentence at the beginning.
"The alliance is..."
"It's the alliance in the southern part of the River Valley Province. I haven't had the chance to tell you that we don't have an emperor, but only a manager. The lizard is one of us, as is the rat, and the person with them. We are all residents of Shelter 404..."
Seeing the confused expressions on the faces of the two, Lao Bai guessed that they probably couldn't even figure out where the River Valley Province was, so he smiled bitterly and stopped talking.
"Is it too hard to understand? Then you can understand it as... a group of many large settlements."
Qin Baitian hadn't reacted yet, and the young man asked blankly.
"Is it something like the Pine Cone Farm?"
"Pine Cone Farm? It's definitely not as big as a farm..." Lao Bai roughly understood it as a place similar to Brown Farm, and smiled and shook his head.
However, what he didn't expect was that after hearing it, the young man showed a shocked expression.
"It's bigger than the Pine Cone Farm..."
Ye Shi asked curiously.
"What is that place?"
Qin Baitian said slowly.
"A settlement of more than 50,000 people, located a little east of the ruins of the city, quite far from us, but also within the territory of Jinhe City... The owner of the farm there seems to be Zhao something, and he has a lot of soldiers under him."
Ye Shi and Kuangfeng exchanged glances, and Fang Chang, who had been silent, touched his chin, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.
"Dust Town is the last settlement that has not been polluted by Naguo... In other words, the Pine Cone Farm should now be the territory of the Torch Church?"
With a slight movement in his heart, Fang Chang looked at Qin Baitian and asked.
"Is there a settlement larger than the Pine Cone Farm in the Jinhe City area?"
Qin Baitian thought for a while and shook his head.
"It shouldn't be. I remember that farm itself was formed by the merger of several settlements. If I remember correctly, when I was a child, there seemed to be three or four farms there..." Fang Chang asked immediately. "Have you been there?" Qin Baitian shook his head and said with a hint of fear in his eyes. "I dare not go there... I heard that some of the slave-hunting teams in this area are actually the guards of the owner Zhao. Apart from scavenging and hunting, we usually dare not leave the settlement too far. The old mayor is said to have some friendship with the Songguomu Farm, but many things happened later... If you are curious about the situation there, I can help you ask the hunters in the town." Fang Chang nodded. "Well, it's troublesome." They were the vanguard troops sent by the alliance to the south. They had just arrived here for a while and had too little knowledge of local intelligence. He needed more intelligence. Whether it is for the secrets hidden in the "Champion" Biopharmaceutical Research Institute, or to find the "Sanctuary" and the bishop hidden inside.
As the largest survivor settlement in the area, the Pinewood Farm may become a good breakthrough.
And the "Iron Tower" organization.
Fang Chang looked at Lao Bai.
"By the way, what is the manager's opinion on the "Iron Tower" organization?"
Lao Bai said after finishing his contemplation.
"His suggestion is that we can cooperate with the local resistance organization, but we must be wary of the possibility of infiltration of this loosely structured resistance organization itself. Those we contact may be safe, but others have to be questioned."
Fang Chang looked at Lao Bai in surprise.
To be honest, he thought so too.
The attack last night was no different from sending oneself to death. It didn't seem to consume the opponent at all, but it seemed to consume oneself.
In fact, it was true. The cyborg mutant sent by the opponent was not ordinary fierce.
If Ye Shi hadn't pulled away the hatred, the guy named Li Jinrong and his brothers would have definitely died.
What surprised Fang Chang was that he could think of this because he was at the scene and saved that guy.
He could think of this level just by looking at the battle report from 800 kilometers away.
This NPC is something...
"...Indeed, there may be informants from the Torch Church inside the Iron Tower Organization. We can't trust them completely, but on the other hand, we can also use this to pass some false information to our enemies through them, so that our enemies will reveal their flaws."
"This is a good idea..." Lao Bai nodded approvingly, and then said, "But these are just our guesses for the time being. Maybe it was just an accident last night. This possibility also exists."
Fang Chang continued.
"So we need to work on two fronts at the same time. On one hand, we need to contact the people of the Iron Tower Organization to find out who can be trusted and who cannot be trusted. On the other hand, we can follow the clue of the Pine Nut Farm to collect information about the "Sanctuary."
Lao Bai nodded and said seriously.
"Okay, then I'll find a way to contact the Iron Tower first."