I always thought that I was just a murder machine without emotions in FPS games, and in RPG games, I was just a mission expert who liked to rummage boxes and cabinets.
Until this morning, I found that there was a familiar person missing in the Guard.
I don't know the name of the guard, I only know that he is probably the oldest in the guard.
Like other NPCs without names, his life is very regular, and he only has three things to do every day, namely training, standing guard and patrol.In addition, he also has a day off every week, usually Thursday or Sunday, and every day he will sit by the lake and watch us fish and spend time.
It’s not me that I’m bragging. As a veteran angler, I can tell at a glance whether a person is fishing material.Few people could endure the whole day of gaining nothing, but he could sit next to us and watch us empty poles all afternoon.
So I asked Mosquito to make a fishing rod for me and warned him not to make any extra functions on it, and then gave the fishing rod to the old man.
The old man was very happy and said many words of thanks to me. He also wanted to give me silver coins, but when I saw that I didn't accept it, he gave me a dagger the next day.At first I thought it was a mission prop and was quite excited, but later I found out that it was not, it was just an ordinary gift.But even so, this unique feeling is still very interesting.
Later I taught him how to swing, how to make nests, and how to make simple traps with bottles, and to catch leech cubs as bait.Sometimes we would take the fish to the warehouse or market and sometimes we would grill it.
I'm like Robinson, I can do anything.And he is like Friday, not very smart, but easy to learn, and curious about everything about us.
Occasionally I would complain to him and complain about the troubles in reality, and he would also say something about his own, maybe about adventure, maybe about what he wanted to do in the future, or something else.
Even if we can't understand what the other person is saying, it's unexpected that this does not prevent us from communicating.And from him, I have learned a lot of interesting words, even though some of them are still not sure what they meant to this day.
But... everything came to an abrupt end this morning.
The solemn-looking guards stood in a row at the north gate of Changjiu Farm and fired three guns into the sky.I saw a teenager lifting his body into a truck and watching them send him to cremation, then take his ashes to the lake, half scattering on the shore and half scattering in the lake.
Maybe this is his last wish.
At that moment, I suddenly felt that those NPCs were like living people, not just a cold program.
I never thought that one day I would become friends with the characters in the game, nor did I think that I would feel sad about an unexpected parting.
For a moment, I hope it was me who died that night.
I would like to commemorate a fishing friend who will not come back.
Even in the end I couldn't know his name, but I would remember the story about him, even if only I remember it.
The post is very long.
The floor is very tall.
Chu Guang rarely saw Shao Shuzi posting on forums before, but he occasionally saw his replies in some posts.
But this time he wrote a lot.
Including in subsequent replies, he told his memories of the old man from the perspective of a friend, including some interesting things that happened during fishing.
Although it is not a magnificent story, it is all simple and unpretentious little things, the words seem to be alive.
Makabazi: Touch the fisherman...
Tail: Uh.
Sce: Sorry, I was unable to save your friend.
WC really has mosquitoes: It's uncomfortable, it would be great if NPCs could be resurrected.
Qianfeng: Well, but from another perspective, it may be because NPCs have only one life that we feel that the world in the game is extremely real.What we create is not just a meaningless number, but something given to the soul.
Ye Shi: Alas, I know, but I still feel kind...
Lao Bai: This game is always too real in redundant places.
Fang Chang: It looks like an elusive life.
Teng Teng: Alas...
Crow: Well, I feel sorry.
Chu Guang saw the end and was silent for a long time. He typed a lot of words in his reply, but finally pressed the backspace key to delete it.
Repeated and repeated for a long time.
The only sentence that stayed in the end was left.
Guang: His name is Jixiang.
……
The sun rises the next day as usual.
Although many people will never come back, life still has to continue.
For those living in wasteland, death is the norm.A person who is not strong enough in his heart has long died two centuries ago, and it is impossible for him to survive until now with weak thoughts.
The Guard training was carried out as usual.
Thirty new faces joined in and went to Changjiu Farm for training.
Most of them come from refugee camps and they all voluntarily sign up to join.
Perhaps it was because they were inspired by those heroic deeds, or perhaps it was just because of the steaming barbecue that they felt that they had found their own home in this wasteland.
They don't want to live a wandering life again.
There was no retreat to escape, so they decided to take up their weapons and defend the order and peace here with their own hands.
The entrance to the nursing home.
A fat big mouse came out of the door and stretched toward the snow covered with sunrise.
MMP!I'm alive!
The mouse man has this advantage.
Others need three days to live, but they only need one day to go online.
It happened to be just now online. The elf Wang Fugui, who came out of the sanatorium, looked at the guy unexpectedly and asked curiously.
When did you die?
It’s hard to force people: When can you die? That night!I didn't even have a gun, but I hit it under my nose, so I could only bite the bullet and go.
Speaking of this, it was hard to sigh.
Alas, I was angry when I remembered this, MMPD. I just saw a gun and was about to rush forward to pick it up, and then I was caught by a hyena.
Elf King Fugui: Ah...
Mutant Hyena Ah.
Is this the most common monster in the wasteland?
Although it is slightly stronger than the nibbler, it is not much stronger. Due to its sensitive sense of smell and good night vision, many predators like to raise it, which is basically a heterogeneous species that novices can easily deal with.
Even the hyena can't win, so he generally recommends deleting the number.
but……
I heard that hyena belongs to the order of cats?
There is nothing wrong with blood pressure.
The cat ears on the top of his head moved gently, and ÁÁ sesame paste looked at the fat mouse with a sympathetic look.
That's too miserable...
Sad to say it.
She didn't notice what he died at all.
On the other side of the square, carrying the rifle's tail, he also just came out of the sanatorium.
But compared to yesterday's full of enthusiasm, the expression seemed a little depressed.
She could see her thoughts at a glance, and Sce comforted her.
Anla, Tail has worked very hard. Although it is a pity, there is nothing we can do about it.If you want to scold, just scold the dog planner to set the difficulty too high.
Well, I'm fine, I just think it would be great if I was stronger... But then again, aren't you afraid that you will be targeted by the planner when you say such words in the game?
The rumors circulating on the forum should not make fun of planning in games or forums, otherwise Africans will be the least likely to die on the spot.
Although it is metaphysics, sometimes you have to believe in Ah.
Sis immediately lowered his head, folded his hands together, and reflected sincerely.
Sorry, I was wrong about the planning master. Please forgive a girl who said something unscrupulous.
Alas!Tail looked at her in surprise, "You are too quick to admit defeat, right?"
At this time, the two happened to pass by the guard station at the outpost.
Tail subconsciously glanced over there and suddenly stopped.
Sce also stopped and cast her a questioning look.
What's wrong?
Look over there.
The tail pointed to the direction of the guard.
Sis looked in the direction she pointed at and saw that there was an extra wall next to the bulletin board.
Was it built yesterday?
A surprised expression appeared on Sis's face.
She hadn't noticed it before.
I saw nails nailed to the wall, and some iron plates hung on them.
What is hanging on the wall?
Well... there are twenty-five in total, and the ones written on them are probably the names?It's probably something like a military card.
It turned out to be a memorial wall.
This design is quite wasteland.
By the way, is this considered an easter egg from the production team?
Shis suddenly realized that Tail seemed to be feeling better than before.
Let's go, I've regained my spirits and said vigorously that in order to advance to the first echelon as soon as possible, there is no time to waste!Everyone at the outpost is still waiting for the tail to protect it!
A smile appeared on Sis's face.
Sure enough, Ah.
It's a lively tail that is more cute.
Although she felt that everyone should not expect them to help.
oh!
In order to get the MVP next time, we have to work hard.
……
North of the Elm District.
An abandoned town is located on the edge of the forest, and even the howling north wind cannot dissipate the bloody smell that precipitates there.
There used to be more than a hundred survivors living here, living a life that was basically isolated from the world.
However, just a month ago, a group of plunderers arrived here and completely turned this isolated town into a hell on earth.
Some people could not withstand torture and were slaughtered and hung on the wall. A small number of people survived and became their slaves.
The raiders occupied their homes, took away their winter food, and transformed their houses into forts, placed wooden bunkers on the streets and windows, and dug trenches and built simple fortifications.
It's not like something the predators would do.
Even if they have slaves to use, few people know how to dig trenches and foxholes and where to dig.
Building a position is a very particular science. For plunderers who are used to small forces and rushing up and scattering, this is a skill that is not usually used.
All this thanks to their staff, the man named Bernie.
As a former commander of the legion, his understanding and application of light infantry tactics can be said to have reached the level of perfection.
After all, none of the people who survived the bombardment of the Great Rift Valley are ordinary people.
It's not just building a position.
The defense deployment from the inside to the outside and the patrol routes were all planned by this staff officer himself.
It is precisely because of this that when Yang Er, covered in snow, stumbled out of the woods and was immediately discovered by the raiders patrolling the dog.
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!I am my own person!
Seeing the two raider sentries aiming at him, Yang Er immediately threw the gun in his hand on the snow and hurriedly raised his hands.
Your own person?
The raider walking in front held up his gun and looked him up and down with a suspicious expression.
Which account do you have?Who is your boss?
Yang Er said immediately without even having time to take a breath.
Gray wolf!I am the scout under the gray wolf's tent... Please take me to see the Grandmaster Qianfu, I have important reports!
The two raiders exchanged glances, feeling that he didn't seem to be lying, so they took him to a checkpoint beside the town, searched him there, and sent someone to report the situation to the Grandmaster.
After learning the news, the commander agreed to meet him.
Soon, Yang Er was taken over.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw the man sitting on the chair. He immediately knelt on the ground, his forehead tightly against the floor, and he was afraid to say a word.
Lions, sitting in the chair, looked down at him and said slowly.
Did you lose?
Yang Er swallowed and said with his head down.
Yes, sir.
Bernie, who was sitting next to Lion Tooth, said looking at him.
Tell me what happened the night before yesterday.
He dared not hide it, Yang Er immediately whispered.
...After making all the preparations, we launched a raid on Changjiu Farm under the command of the gray wolf.However, the resistance of those survivors was more tenacious than we thought. We once captured their walls, but soon more and more reinforcements came, and we were eventually outnumbered.
Yang Er described the story in detail.
Including them fighting fiercely with defenders at the north gate, including the rubber tracks of local survivors, and the amazingly powerful rapid-fire cannon.
Four-unit anti-aircraft guns, and they are high-explosive bombs... Bernie, who was standing next to Lion Tooth, listened carefully to the scout's statement. After pondering for a long time, he said with a serious expression that these survivors are not easy to deal with.
Especially when installing rubber tracks on the truck, this was an operation he had never expected.What made him even more confused was where these people got so much rubber?
The expression on Lion Ya's face was indifferent.
After all, he didn't expect the gray wolf to capture the survivor base.
He continued looking at the scout kneeling on the ground.
Where is the gray wolf?
Yang Erzhan said tremblingly with his head against the floor.
I don't know... Gray wolf, he said he wants to stay and cut off the rear.
Cut off the back?
This sentence made Lion Teeth laugh.
It's really euphemistic.
But it doesn't matter. Anyway, that guy is also a useless pawn. It's good to use the lives of some foreigners to test the strength of the survivors in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.
And it can also stimulate the cunning snake to take action first.
It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone... Oh no, it will kill three birds with one stone.
Get out.
Hearing those three words, Yang Er felt that his shoulder seemed to have been removed from a mountain. He felt relieved in his heart and he didn't realize that his back was soaked in sweat.
Thank you sir!
He didn't dare to stay here for an extra second, so he hurriedly turned around and retreated.
The door is closed.
Lion Ya looked at the staff officer sitting aside and said in a casual tone.
Unexpectedly, it was completely destroyed.
Bernie glanced at him strangely.
I thought you did it on purpose.
Lion Teeth shook her head gently.
You misunderstood. I didn't think about letting him die outside, but just wanted to take this opportunity to hit this dishonest guy.As a result, this guy didn't expect that he would pay more than 150 people and himself all.
Bernie said.
Then what's the signal gun you gave him?
Lion teeth said with a smile.
Of course it is for the black snake to see.
Bernie was silent for a moment.
For some reason, he suddenly thought of General Kras, who was unknown to life and death, and the massive but ultimately defeated expedition.
Perhaps they are also abandoned pawns.
Who knows?
Those big guys never tell them everything, at most they will only tell them what to do now.
Including now.
He still didn't understand why his superiors chose to join a group of natives. The people in the Rift Valley were not killed, and they were not without a chance to go home.
If the gray wolf is captured, he will tell those people all our intelligence, which is not a good thing.
Lion Teeth said with a faint smile.
I know, but what does it matter?Our strength is far stronger than them. Even if we look at each other's trump card, we will have a greater chance of winning.The only suspense left now is only one, how long can they last with the Black Snake's attack?We must choose a right time to enter the battlefield, not too early or too late...What do you think?My friend.
Bernie thought for a while and shook her head.
I don't know, but it may not be easy for the Black Snake to win.
Lion Ya said disapprovingly.
Just that machine cannon?
Bernie continued.
It was not a problem with a certain piece of equipment, but the survivors in the northern suburbs had obviously possessed industrial capabilities and had prepared for the war for the whole winter.The information we have is very limited and we know nothing about their logistics.If this war drags on for too long, it may not be a good thing for us.
However, in contrast, if this survivor settlement can be taken down, the benefits they can gain from it will be huge.
A survivor stronghold with industrial capabilities is much richer than those of agricultural communities.
The few strongholds they had robbed before were only poor in the warehouse.If they can conquer the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, their chances of winning against Giant Rock City will be much higher.
Lion Teeth touched her chin.
Then how do you think we should end this war as soon as possible?
Bernie said.
It is the best choice to act with friendly forces in the southern suburbs of Tianshui City.
That's impossible, Lion Ya waved her hand and interrupted him. I understand that guy so much, and he will definitely not cooperate with us.
Bernie smiled bitterly.
Noting the expression on the staff officer's face, Lion Ya smiled and comforted him.
Don't worry, this hard bone may be a bit difficult to chew, but it's just a little bit.We have an absolute advantage in terms of equipment and manpower, and even if we spit, we can drown them.
As long as our friendly forces take action and restrain their positive power, I will immediately take my brothers and appear on their flanks unexpectedly, cooperate with our friendly forces to annihilate them in one fell swoop!
Don't you think this plan is perfect?
And they can also divide some of their men to seize their strongholds in front of the Black Snake.
When that cunning and greedy guy sees his own flag floating above Changjiu Farm, he will definitely burst his lungs.
When he thought of this, a happy expression appeared on Lion Ya's face.
Looking at the overly optimistic captain, Bernie sighed softly in his heart.
You are right.
This may be a very good plan.
If only it was really as smooth as planned.
It is a full twenty kilometers away from Changjiu Farm, and the 20 kilometers of snow is difficult to walk on. There are forests and ruins during this period. The team may be long and consume a lot of physical strength.
Assuming that the Black Snake really fell into their open plot and decided to take action before the end of winter and launch a lightning offensive, then these twenty kilometers of snow would probably become the biggest variable in this battle.
Can they really hit those people's flanks like divine weapons from heaven when the battle is at its most anxious?
This is not as simple as drawing on the map.
Just then, footsteps came from outside the door and a raider walked in quickly.
The man had an excited expression on his face.
After entering the room, he knelt on one knee and said in an excited tone.
adult!
The snake finally came out of the nest!
Until this morning, I found that there was a familiar person missing in the Guard.
I don't know the name of the guard, I only know that he is probably the oldest in the guard.
Like other NPCs without names, his life is very regular, and he only has three things to do every day, namely training, standing guard and patrol.In addition, he also has a day off every week, usually Thursday or Sunday, and every day he will sit by the lake and watch us fish and spend time.
It’s not me that I’m bragging. As a veteran angler, I can tell at a glance whether a person is fishing material.Few people could endure the whole day of gaining nothing, but he could sit next to us and watch us empty poles all afternoon.
So I asked Mosquito to make a fishing rod for me and warned him not to make any extra functions on it, and then gave the fishing rod to the old man.
The old man was very happy and said many words of thanks to me. He also wanted to give me silver coins, but when I saw that I didn't accept it, he gave me a dagger the next day.At first I thought it was a mission prop and was quite excited, but later I found out that it was not, it was just an ordinary gift.But even so, this unique feeling is still very interesting.
Later I taught him how to swing, how to make nests, and how to make simple traps with bottles, and to catch leech cubs as bait.Sometimes we would take the fish to the warehouse or market and sometimes we would grill it.
I'm like Robinson, I can do anything.And he is like Friday, not very smart, but easy to learn, and curious about everything about us.
Occasionally I would complain to him and complain about the troubles in reality, and he would also say something about his own, maybe about adventure, maybe about what he wanted to do in the future, or something else.
Even if we can't understand what the other person is saying, it's unexpected that this does not prevent us from communicating.And from him, I have learned a lot of interesting words, even though some of them are still not sure what they meant to this day.
But... everything came to an abrupt end this morning.
The solemn-looking guards stood in a row at the north gate of Changjiu Farm and fired three guns into the sky.I saw a teenager lifting his body into a truck and watching them send him to cremation, then take his ashes to the lake, half scattering on the shore and half scattering in the lake.
Maybe this is his last wish.
At that moment, I suddenly felt that those NPCs were like living people, not just a cold program.
I never thought that one day I would become friends with the characters in the game, nor did I think that I would feel sad about an unexpected parting.
For a moment, I hope it was me who died that night.
I would like to commemorate a fishing friend who will not come back.
Even in the end I couldn't know his name, but I would remember the story about him, even if only I remember it.
The post is very long.
The floor is very tall.
Chu Guang rarely saw Shao Shuzi posting on forums before, but he occasionally saw his replies in some posts.
But this time he wrote a lot.
Including in subsequent replies, he told his memories of the old man from the perspective of a friend, including some interesting things that happened during fishing.
Although it is not a magnificent story, it is all simple and unpretentious little things, the words seem to be alive.
Makabazi: Touch the fisherman...
Tail: Uh.
Sce: Sorry, I was unable to save your friend.
WC really has mosquitoes: It's uncomfortable, it would be great if NPCs could be resurrected.
Qianfeng: Well, but from another perspective, it may be because NPCs have only one life that we feel that the world in the game is extremely real.What we create is not just a meaningless number, but something given to the soul.
Ye Shi: Alas, I know, but I still feel kind...
Lao Bai: This game is always too real in redundant places.
Fang Chang: It looks like an elusive life.
Teng Teng: Alas...
Crow: Well, I feel sorry.
Chu Guang saw the end and was silent for a long time. He typed a lot of words in his reply, but finally pressed the backspace key to delete it.
Repeated and repeated for a long time.
The only sentence that stayed in the end was left.
Guang: His name is Jixiang.
……
The sun rises the next day as usual.
Although many people will never come back, life still has to continue.
For those living in wasteland, death is the norm.A person who is not strong enough in his heart has long died two centuries ago, and it is impossible for him to survive until now with weak thoughts.
The Guard training was carried out as usual.
Thirty new faces joined in and went to Changjiu Farm for training.
Most of them come from refugee camps and they all voluntarily sign up to join.
Perhaps it was because they were inspired by those heroic deeds, or perhaps it was just because of the steaming barbecue that they felt that they had found their own home in this wasteland.
They don't want to live a wandering life again.
There was no retreat to escape, so they decided to take up their weapons and defend the order and peace here with their own hands.
The entrance to the nursing home.
A fat big mouse came out of the door and stretched toward the snow covered with sunrise.
MMP!I'm alive!
The mouse man has this advantage.
Others need three days to live, but they only need one day to go online.
It happened to be just now online. The elf Wang Fugui, who came out of the sanatorium, looked at the guy unexpectedly and asked curiously.
When did you die?
It’s hard to force people: When can you die? That night!I didn't even have a gun, but I hit it under my nose, so I could only bite the bullet and go.
Speaking of this, it was hard to sigh.
Alas, I was angry when I remembered this, MMPD. I just saw a gun and was about to rush forward to pick it up, and then I was caught by a hyena.
Elf King Fugui: Ah...
Mutant Hyena Ah.
Is this the most common monster in the wasteland?
Although it is slightly stronger than the nibbler, it is not much stronger. Due to its sensitive sense of smell and good night vision, many predators like to raise it, which is basically a heterogeneous species that novices can easily deal with.
Even the hyena can't win, so he generally recommends deleting the number.
but……
I heard that hyena belongs to the order of cats?
There is nothing wrong with blood pressure.
The cat ears on the top of his head moved gently, and ÁÁ sesame paste looked at the fat mouse with a sympathetic look.
That's too miserable...
Sad to say it.
She didn't notice what he died at all.
On the other side of the square, carrying the rifle's tail, he also just came out of the sanatorium.
But compared to yesterday's full of enthusiasm, the expression seemed a little depressed.
She could see her thoughts at a glance, and Sce comforted her.
Anla, Tail has worked very hard. Although it is a pity, there is nothing we can do about it.If you want to scold, just scold the dog planner to set the difficulty too high.
Well, I'm fine, I just think it would be great if I was stronger... But then again, aren't you afraid that you will be targeted by the planner when you say such words in the game?
The rumors circulating on the forum should not make fun of planning in games or forums, otherwise Africans will be the least likely to die on the spot.
Although it is metaphysics, sometimes you have to believe in Ah.
Sis immediately lowered his head, folded his hands together, and reflected sincerely.
Sorry, I was wrong about the planning master. Please forgive a girl who said something unscrupulous.
Alas!Tail looked at her in surprise, "You are too quick to admit defeat, right?"
At this time, the two happened to pass by the guard station at the outpost.
Tail subconsciously glanced over there and suddenly stopped.
Sce also stopped and cast her a questioning look.
What's wrong?
Look over there.
The tail pointed to the direction of the guard.
Sis looked in the direction she pointed at and saw that there was an extra wall next to the bulletin board.
Was it built yesterday?
A surprised expression appeared on Sis's face.
She hadn't noticed it before.
I saw nails nailed to the wall, and some iron plates hung on them.
What is hanging on the wall?
Well... there are twenty-five in total, and the ones written on them are probably the names?It's probably something like a military card.
It turned out to be a memorial wall.
This design is quite wasteland.
By the way, is this considered an easter egg from the production team?
Shis suddenly realized that Tail seemed to be feeling better than before.
Let's go, I've regained my spirits and said vigorously that in order to advance to the first echelon as soon as possible, there is no time to waste!Everyone at the outpost is still waiting for the tail to protect it!
A smile appeared on Sis's face.
Sure enough, Ah.
It's a lively tail that is more cute.
Although she felt that everyone should not expect them to help.
oh!
In order to get the MVP next time, we have to work hard.
……
North of the Elm District.
An abandoned town is located on the edge of the forest, and even the howling north wind cannot dissipate the bloody smell that precipitates there.
There used to be more than a hundred survivors living here, living a life that was basically isolated from the world.
However, just a month ago, a group of plunderers arrived here and completely turned this isolated town into a hell on earth.
Some people could not withstand torture and were slaughtered and hung on the wall. A small number of people survived and became their slaves.
The raiders occupied their homes, took away their winter food, and transformed their houses into forts, placed wooden bunkers on the streets and windows, and dug trenches and built simple fortifications.
It's not like something the predators would do.
Even if they have slaves to use, few people know how to dig trenches and foxholes and where to dig.
Building a position is a very particular science. For plunderers who are used to small forces and rushing up and scattering, this is a skill that is not usually used.
All this thanks to their staff, the man named Bernie.
As a former commander of the legion, his understanding and application of light infantry tactics can be said to have reached the level of perfection.
After all, none of the people who survived the bombardment of the Great Rift Valley are ordinary people.
It's not just building a position.
The defense deployment from the inside to the outside and the patrol routes were all planned by this staff officer himself.
It is precisely because of this that when Yang Er, covered in snow, stumbled out of the woods and was immediately discovered by the raiders patrolling the dog.
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!I am my own person!
Seeing the two raider sentries aiming at him, Yang Er immediately threw the gun in his hand on the snow and hurriedly raised his hands.
Your own person?
The raider walking in front held up his gun and looked him up and down with a suspicious expression.
Which account do you have?Who is your boss?
Yang Er said immediately without even having time to take a breath.
Gray wolf!I am the scout under the gray wolf's tent... Please take me to see the Grandmaster Qianfu, I have important reports!
The two raiders exchanged glances, feeling that he didn't seem to be lying, so they took him to a checkpoint beside the town, searched him there, and sent someone to report the situation to the Grandmaster.
After learning the news, the commander agreed to meet him.
Soon, Yang Er was taken over.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw the man sitting on the chair. He immediately knelt on the ground, his forehead tightly against the floor, and he was afraid to say a word.
Lions, sitting in the chair, looked down at him and said slowly.
Did you lose?
Yang Er swallowed and said with his head down.
Yes, sir.
Bernie, who was sitting next to Lion Tooth, said looking at him.
Tell me what happened the night before yesterday.
He dared not hide it, Yang Er immediately whispered.
...After making all the preparations, we launched a raid on Changjiu Farm under the command of the gray wolf.However, the resistance of those survivors was more tenacious than we thought. We once captured their walls, but soon more and more reinforcements came, and we were eventually outnumbered.
Yang Er described the story in detail.
Including them fighting fiercely with defenders at the north gate, including the rubber tracks of local survivors, and the amazingly powerful rapid-fire cannon.
Four-unit anti-aircraft guns, and they are high-explosive bombs... Bernie, who was standing next to Lion Tooth, listened carefully to the scout's statement. After pondering for a long time, he said with a serious expression that these survivors are not easy to deal with.
Especially when installing rubber tracks on the truck, this was an operation he had never expected.What made him even more confused was where these people got so much rubber?
The expression on Lion Ya's face was indifferent.
After all, he didn't expect the gray wolf to capture the survivor base.
He continued looking at the scout kneeling on the ground.
Where is the gray wolf?
Yang Erzhan said tremblingly with his head against the floor.
I don't know... Gray wolf, he said he wants to stay and cut off the rear.
Cut off the back?
This sentence made Lion Teeth laugh.
It's really euphemistic.
But it doesn't matter. Anyway, that guy is also a useless pawn. It's good to use the lives of some foreigners to test the strength of the survivors in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.
And it can also stimulate the cunning snake to take action first.
It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone... Oh no, it will kill three birds with one stone.
Get out.
Hearing those three words, Yang Er felt that his shoulder seemed to have been removed from a mountain. He felt relieved in his heart and he didn't realize that his back was soaked in sweat.
Thank you sir!
He didn't dare to stay here for an extra second, so he hurriedly turned around and retreated.
The door is closed.
Lion Ya looked at the staff officer sitting aside and said in a casual tone.
Unexpectedly, it was completely destroyed.
Bernie glanced at him strangely.
I thought you did it on purpose.
Lion Teeth shook her head gently.
You misunderstood. I didn't think about letting him die outside, but just wanted to take this opportunity to hit this dishonest guy.As a result, this guy didn't expect that he would pay more than 150 people and himself all.
Bernie said.
Then what's the signal gun you gave him?
Lion teeth said with a smile.
Of course it is for the black snake to see.
Bernie was silent for a moment.
For some reason, he suddenly thought of General Kras, who was unknown to life and death, and the massive but ultimately defeated expedition.
Perhaps they are also abandoned pawns.
Who knows?
Those big guys never tell them everything, at most they will only tell them what to do now.
Including now.
He still didn't understand why his superiors chose to join a group of natives. The people in the Rift Valley were not killed, and they were not without a chance to go home.
If the gray wolf is captured, he will tell those people all our intelligence, which is not a good thing.
Lion Teeth said with a faint smile.
I know, but what does it matter?Our strength is far stronger than them. Even if we look at each other's trump card, we will have a greater chance of winning.The only suspense left now is only one, how long can they last with the Black Snake's attack?We must choose a right time to enter the battlefield, not too early or too late...What do you think?My friend.
Bernie thought for a while and shook her head.
I don't know, but it may not be easy for the Black Snake to win.
Lion Ya said disapprovingly.
Just that machine cannon?
Bernie continued.
It was not a problem with a certain piece of equipment, but the survivors in the northern suburbs had obviously possessed industrial capabilities and had prepared for the war for the whole winter.The information we have is very limited and we know nothing about their logistics.If this war drags on for too long, it may not be a good thing for us.
However, in contrast, if this survivor settlement can be taken down, the benefits they can gain from it will be huge.
A survivor stronghold with industrial capabilities is much richer than those of agricultural communities.
The few strongholds they had robbed before were only poor in the warehouse.If they can conquer the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, their chances of winning against Giant Rock City will be much higher.
Lion Teeth touched her chin.
Then how do you think we should end this war as soon as possible?
Bernie said.
It is the best choice to act with friendly forces in the southern suburbs of Tianshui City.
That's impossible, Lion Ya waved her hand and interrupted him. I understand that guy so much, and he will definitely not cooperate with us.
Bernie smiled bitterly.
Noting the expression on the staff officer's face, Lion Ya smiled and comforted him.
Don't worry, this hard bone may be a bit difficult to chew, but it's just a little bit.We have an absolute advantage in terms of equipment and manpower, and even if we spit, we can drown them.
As long as our friendly forces take action and restrain their positive power, I will immediately take my brothers and appear on their flanks unexpectedly, cooperate with our friendly forces to annihilate them in one fell swoop!
Don't you think this plan is perfect?
And they can also divide some of their men to seize their strongholds in front of the Black Snake.
When that cunning and greedy guy sees his own flag floating above Changjiu Farm, he will definitely burst his lungs.
When he thought of this, a happy expression appeared on Lion Ya's face.
Looking at the overly optimistic captain, Bernie sighed softly in his heart.
You are right.
This may be a very good plan.
If only it was really as smooth as planned.
It is a full twenty kilometers away from Changjiu Farm, and the 20 kilometers of snow is difficult to walk on. There are forests and ruins during this period. The team may be long and consume a lot of physical strength.
Assuming that the Black Snake really fell into their open plot and decided to take action before the end of winter and launch a lightning offensive, then these twenty kilometers of snow would probably become the biggest variable in this battle.
Can they really hit those people's flanks like divine weapons from heaven when the battle is at its most anxious?
This is not as simple as drawing on the map.
Just then, footsteps came from outside the door and a raider walked in quickly.
The man had an excited expression on his face.
After entering the room, he knelt on one knee and said in an excited tone.
adult!
The snake finally came out of the nest!
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