Recently, due to weather problems, alliance managers have made adjustments to the visit itinerary in the southern part of the alliance...
The restaurant in the port area of settlement No. 1, the news of the day was played on the radio.
It is four o'clock in the afternoon. Although the restaurant has opened, it is obviously still far from the busy time.
Sitting in front of the window, Yarman looked out of the restaurant from time to time, as if waiting for someone.
At this time, the sound of wind chimes came from the door, and he looked up and happened to meet Greg's sight.
I knew you would contact me.
Why do you say so?Yarman raised his eyebrows gently.
Greg squeezed his eyebrows at him and continued in a humorous tone.
Is this still necessary to ask, loyalty to the marshal is the factory setting of every Willant. We sacrifice our lives for honor and loyalty, even if our feet are far away from Triumph City.If the league thinks that some small favors are enough to buy us, they are very wrong.
He pulled open the chair and sat opposite Yarman. Greg looked at the waiter walking with a bright smile. Just a cup of black coffee.
OK sir.
The moon girl smiled and her graceful figure quickly floated behind the bar.
Yarman took a deep breath and glanced around and around with a little uneasy look.
Do we need to change to a more secluded place?
No, the view here is wide, and you will know that some things are better to discuss in public than to discuss in close contact. After all, no matter how careful you are, it is difficult to block the partition walls...
Looking at the waitress girl walking with her coffee, Greg nodded politely and smiled at her until the latter walked back to the bar before looking at Yarman and continuing.
The sound on the radio was enough to hide our conversation.
Well, I'm just saying it on the safe side. Since you have no objection, let's get to the point... Yarman said in a hurry, picking up the lemonade on the table and taking a sip to hide his nervousness.
As you wish.Greg took a piece of paper from his arms and placed it gently on the table.
Unexpectedly, the other party made this point openly. Yarman was stunned and looked at the paper with his eyes, and the expression on his face became more and more surprised.
This is……
Tsunami Plan, Greg said slowly, the alliance has been delivering aid supplies to the Bharat Province through the two ports of Baiyue Strait and Silver Moon Bay. As long as we can take down Baiyue Strait, we can break one of their legs.
Yarman looked at him in surprise.
But this means
Greg smiled slightly.
Is it right to declare war on the Alliance? I know what you are worried about, but that is part of our strategic deployment.It is necessary to open up a second battlefield in the alliance, and only in this way can our allies be pulled into the chariot.
Looking at this crazy guy, Yarman's Adam's apple moved and said in a hoarse voice.
...Are you working for the Southern Legion Army Intelligence Bureau?That... the legendary second game?
That's right, weren't you surprised?In fact, it is not just the Second Bureau, but also the General Staff.
His index finger hooked the kettle next to him, and Greg poured the water gently on the paper.
I saw that the words gradually dissipated like the fog of melting ice and snow in the water.
However, Yarman had taken pictures of the content on the paper, so he didn't care too much about his destruction of evidence.
After showing his sincerity, Greg continued to speak at a slow speed.
In fact, we also got inspiration from the residents of Yongyao Harbor. Since the alliance is willing to accept the Willant people without reservation, why not take this opportunity to let real soldiers penetrate their insides and... a bang.
While speaking, Greg spread his right hand, which was clenched into a fist, outward, as if it was a ball of fireworks.
He had a bright smile on his face and said merciless words.
…Like fireworks, they will be crushed by us.
Listening to this crazy plan, Yarman felt like there was a demon sitting in front of him.
If this plan really works...
The Willant will probably become a world-famous stinky shit.
But this probably fulfilled the wish of the Southern Legion.
Sometimes the facts are actually counterintuitive. Although the legions are binding the Willant people with honor, this organization composed of the Willant people does not actually value reputation as the Willant people who value reputation.
Even, they wished the Willant people turned into stinky shit.
After all, the worse the reputation of the Willant people, the less good the others mentioned the Willant people's name, the more they could not live without the Legion.
It's like a dung beetle can't live without its dung balls.
Yarman swallowed.
...This is a genius idea.
Greg smiled faintly.
Over-reward.
Yarman: But what about your own business?Will your business be affected?
Not surprisingly, Yarman would ask this question, Greg laughed, and then said in a light voice.
That kind of thing is just a cover, and... you don't have to worry about the impact of your business, we never treat people who do our work for us unfairly.After our plan is successful, I can guarantee that 30% of the trade share of French Fries Port will belong to you, and will also award you the title of chieftain... From then on, you will never have to live a wandering life again.
Pretense...
I think the so-called mutual aid association is also a cover.
Yarman took a sip of lemonade to calm himself down, and at the same time he looked heartbroken.
How many of you have?
Two teams of ten thousand people.Gregby drew two fingers. Most of the corps in the alliance that can compete well are deployed in the Bharat Province, and more than 20,000 people are enough for us to take over the Baiyue Strait.
Twenty thousand people?!
Yarman's mouth twitched and he couldn't help but continue.
What are you kidding? I only have twelve ships, and 5,000 people are my capacity limit.
Greg said with a smile to comfort him.
You can rest assured about this. In order to implement this plan, we specially purchased five container cargo ships through our own informants... We will put the soldiers in containers and go with their weapons. I need your team to provide cover for them, and then dock at the French Fries Port. When the local customs unbox it, our soldiers will jump out of the box and scare them.
He paused, and he continued.
The warehouse in the French Fries Port contains military aid sent to the Bharat Province, and these equipment is just right for us.After occupying the French Fries Port, we will immediately block the Baiyue Strait and drive our shallow-water heavy gunboats in under the cover of the Western Legion, establish a frontline position in the Baiyue Province, and enter the coastline to the death coast... By then, the entire alliance will fall apart under our attack.
Yarman pinched his eyebrows and said with a headache.
I always feel that your plan is full of problems... Also, why are you sure that you can turn the situation around by logging in to the league?You should have seen their cohesion.
I know, of course I know, I've been observing them since I came to the league...including their weaknesses, Greg said with a smile, like their manager.
Looking at Greg with a mysterious smile, Yarman raised his eyebrows gently.
I remember he was still young.
That would have caused him some surprise.
Add some sugar to the coffee, Greg stirred gently with a spoon and continued slowly.
Under his leadership, they did unite many people, but there were also many people who hated them, just like shadows under the sun... Those guys lie dormant in places where the light of order cannot shine, waiting for an opportunity to move, ready to give their enemies a fatal blow at any time.If you rely solely on themselves, you may not be able to wait for this opportunity until you go to the next life, but it will be different if you have our help.
Yarman looked at him in surprise and gradually understood his plan.
...You want to replicate the bone chewing chaos?
The bone chewing chaos?Greg curled his lips and said disdainfully, the reason why the Eastern Legion cannot accomplish a big thing is that it is swaying left and right when it should be firm, but we will not make such a mistake.We personally deploy, direct command, and give them all necessary weapons and equipment... the entire plan is foolproof, and they will pay a heavy price for their arrogance.
Looking at Yarman who was trying to ask something, Greg coughed and interrupted the words he was about to speak.
Enough, are we off topic?The beheading operation is the responsibility of another person, so let’s go back to our ‘tsunami’ first.Your job is very simple. You just need to help our people get ashore and leave the rest to professionals.
As he said this, Greg stared at Yarman intently, waiting for his answer.
Yarman knew very well that if he knew so much, he would not even be able to see the moon tonight.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly, but his face was calm. He thought seriously for a long time, then nodded slowly.
Leave it to me.
Hearing this expected answer, a bright smile appeared on Greg's face again.
Congratulations, you have chosen the right path.
Leaving this sentence, he stood up, patted Yarman on the shoulder, then picked up the wet white paper and stuffed it into his pocket, and then went to the bar at the restaurant.
He added a whole plate of sugar cubes to that cup of coffee. He probably got so sweet that he got tired of it, but he didn't drink a sip.
Looking at Greg leaving the checkout, Yarman smiled bitterly, picked up the lemonade on the table and took a sip.
Looking at the waiter lady who was walking to pack up the plates, he took off the buttons on the collar and gently placed them on the table.
You all heard it... Do you need me to do anything else?
The Yue tribe girl smiled at him and packed up the things on the table.
Even hair that fell on the table and chairs.
No need, sir, leave the tableware to us to clean up, just continue today's arrangements.Thank you for your support for our business and wish you a happy life.
Yarman made a helpless expression.
If possible, he really didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing, and he did plan so at the beginning.
The Guards did not force him to cooperate with them in handling the case. If he was unwilling, he would just promise to keep it confidential and no longer contact the personnel related to the Mutual Aid Association.
However, after thinking about the tragedy at Xifan Port, he immediately gave up the idea of being out of the matter.
No one can really stay out of the matter.
When things found themselves, one foot had already stepped into the game. Pretending that everything had nothing to do with him would not make himself and his family safer.
He could not wait until everything happened and then follow the Brahmins to explain to other united survivors like this
Not all Bharats are like this.
That pale defense can't even be comforted... …
The tsunami aimed at the French Fries Harbor was on the string, and a container cargo ship filled with soldiers was departing from Yong Night Port.
Under Greg's operation, a batch of weapons had been loaded on the cargo ships in Settlement No. 1 and sent to the French Fries Port in the name of military assistance to the countries of the Bharat Province.
At the same time, Yarman's fleet also set off and headed straight for Xifan Harbor.
They will meet at Xifan Port and then go straight through the Bharati to the Baiyue Strait.
Everything goes as planned.
At this moment, the Alliance's attention was completely restrained in the Bharat Province... At least in the eyes of the senior leaders of the Southern Legion, their entire plan was made seamless.
As long as their troops can control the French Fries Port, the entire Bharatique can become the back garden of the Southern Legion!
On the other hand, the action code-named Guillotine was also taking place quietly.
Just as Greg went to the settlement No. 1 to develop the offline line, another strong general of the Southern Legion, Wyatt Thousand Master, also arrived at the junction of Haiya Province and Yuema Province, a piece of ruins nestled among the mountains.
This is the former site of Iwasan City, about one hundred kilometers away from the coastline. It is almost the same distance from here to the No. 10 settlement in the Union.
Two centuries ago, this place was a prosperous coastal city, but now it is only a few rusty steel skeletons and a pile of crisscrossed cement boxes.
The entire Yanshan City is not large in area, similar to Xizhou City, which lives by the lake. The city is mainly based on leisure and vacation, so there are not as many high-rise buildings as Qingquan City.
In the previous Torch Battle, the 101st Mountain Division of the Enterprise was stationed in this area, but it retreated not long after the war ended.
With the evacuation of order, this place soon became a paradise for mutated creatures and plunderers.
It was just ahead... there was no road to get on, so we could only park our car here and walk forward.
Looking at the broken viaduct not far away, the driver who turned off the engine looked respectfully at Chief Wyatt sitting in the back seat.
Well, that's all.
Looking at the contour lines on the map, Wyatt nodded, threw down a sentence concisely, and then took two other followers wearing exoskeletons to push the door out of the car.
As the two stopped, the two vans following the off-road vehicle also stopped one after another, and two soldiers wearing exoskeletons and two big men armed with painted black metal to their teeth.
In the Legion, these Willant people with a physique that surpasses the ordinary are all the guys who fail to awaken.
The unstable fragments buried in DNA give them strength and tenacity beyond ordinary people, allowing them to fight desperately like mutants without any scruples.
The Eastern Legion usually directly stations them in the purge team and serves as the main force in large-scale combat.
However, in the Southern Legion, the purge team was positioned mainly by special forces, and such large men were usually installed with expensive implants and sent to other places outside the front line as needed.
Especially in the areas behind enemy lines.
They are powerful and never surrender like human-shaped nuclear bombs, often with just one person's strength, they can burst out with combat power comparable to that of several entire ten-person teams.
Unlike Greg, who is affiliated with the Army Intelligence Bureau, Wyatt and his subordinates are under the command of the Southern Legion, with a rank of thousands of commanders.
Due to the military's resume, he is not only good at intelligence work, but also has a lot of experience in combat command.
He was involved in the Xifangang massacre, which was planned by the General Staff.
In the subsequent Yanush Uprising, the combat plan obtained by the old subordinates of the Gray Wolf Army who supported Abusaike was also formulated by him.
It is no exaggeration to say that at least one-third of the credit for Yanush's ability to conquer Tiandu within two weeks was this guy he had never met in his life.
Even Yanush himself was unaware of it, he was kept in the dark until he was shot on the throne.
Now, in order to open up a second front in the alliance, the General Staff of the Southern Legion sent Wyat to Haiya Province to conspire assassination against the alliance managers.
The risks of the entire plan are foreseeable. Once the manager dies, they will definitely be furiously retaliated by the entire alliance, and the probability of escape is slim.
However, for the sake of the Legion, for the great success of the tsunami plan, and for the Marshal and the final victory, he did not care about his personal sacrifice.
Just as the group entered Iwasan City, the pairs of greedy and coveted eyes hiding in the shadows had noticed these uninvited guests.
Most of them are plunderers who wander into this area following the footsteps of migrant survivors.
The alliance used the radio to trick the fat sheep from their mouths and hunted them in the wilderness, so they hid in the ruins of the city far away from the settlement.
The league's influence cannot expand here for the time being, so they built a nest under the shadow of the league's heels.
All the survivors or caravans passing by are their targets of robbery. Sometimes they will use the pieced together engine to build a small boat to go out to sea to rob the merchant ship.
And they usually sell the stolen goods to merchants in the black market and exchange the silver coins they earn for supplies.
The alliance has never stopped siege and suppressed them, but just like people cannot use their soles to step on their own shadows, the plunderers that have existed since the War and Construction Committee era have never been exterminated by any survivor force.
As long as there is still a homeless land where order is missing, they will grow like weeds.
However, it is worth mentioning that the alliance's attack on the predators is indeed rare on this land.
It is precisely because of the continuous suppression of the alliance that the predators whose living space is continuously compressed hate the group of nosy blue gophers.
When Wyatt and his group stepped into the territory of Iwasan City, the local raiders immediately misunderstood them as refuge residents of the alliance when they saw his equipment.
After all, in the cognitive scope of these predators, only refuge residents will put a lot of expensive and inconvenient implants on their bodies.
As for the Legion?
Most of the raiders from the Pony Horse Province have never heard of it, even though their titles of tenth and centurion were actually copied from the legion.
Feeling the threat from the shadow of the ruins, a big man walked to Wyatt and protected him with his iron body like a steel body.
In front, threat.
Listening to the buzzing sound from the heavy steel, Wyatt smiled faintly, not taking his subordinates' warning to heart.
That means we are in the right place.
After saying that, he signaled his subordinates to give in and shouted loudly to the devastated steel concrete ruins in front of him.
Do you want to be cowards for life, crouching in this ghostly place like a mouse hole, rotting, or just be brave enough to rush into the houses of the so-called civilized people, steal all their treasures, occupy their wives and daughters, and grab enough wealth that you can never spend in your lifetime!
The loud voice echoed among the ruins, but no voice responded to him.
Wyatt wasn't discouraged, but raised his voice and continued to shout.
Think about it carefully, or go home to find a mirror and look at your cowardly bear.The alliance drove you around like chasing cockroaches, and your way was to find a ruin to hide it. I can tell you responsibly that if you can't unite and fight for a long time, sooner or later you will not even have a place to hide!
At least now, the alliance is bound by us on the battlefield in the west, and you still have a little hope of counterattack
Before he could finish his speech, a figure suddenly jumped off the ruins.
The guy was strong, like a cheetah, but his hair was messy, as if he had a flea.
Not only that, the wrinkled skin also looked like a hairless hyena.
What's even more nauseating is that his black teeth were like they hadn't brushed for years.
Looking alertly at the group standing in front of the ruins, the man roared at Wyatt in the lead.
Who are you?
The soldiers standing beside Wyatt frowned at the same time, but Wyatt's expression still did not change at all.
Wyatt, the commander of the Legion, tell me your name.
Hunting claws, man-cannibal ghost tribe, ten thousand men.
The man stared at Wyatt intently, then stared at the big man next to him, without any concealing the naked greed in his eyes.
But Wyatt didn't care, just looked up and down at the man named Hunting Claw, and then nodded with approval.
Hunting Claw... is a good name, and I have already thought of the prosthetic body that suits you.
As he said that, he took out a holographic computer pen and tapped it twice on it with his index finger.
The light blue light and shadow soon emerged, and a warrior with his arms connected to his sharp claws appeared on it.
The little man who suddenly rushed out scared the hunting claws, but he was soon attracted by the mechanical texture and could not open his eyes.
...How should I get it.
Looking at the greedy hunting claws, Wyatt said without hesitation.
It's very simple, just do our business.
Hunting Claws are also not vague, and most of the people who come to find plunderers to do their business have the same purpose.
Who should I kill?
Wyatt said with a smile.
The administrator of the alliance.
Hearing this sentence, Hunting Claw's pupils shrank suddenly, and a look of fear appeared on his face.
Seeing the panic behind his eyes, Wyatt continued patiently.
He is just one person, and we are a group of people.We won't let you act alone, we will provide you with weapons, help you make plans, and even fight alongside you.
And you just need to show your courage to stand with us, and you can leave everything else to us.
Hearing this promise, Hunting Claw's eyes finally settled down, and the faint fear was soon replaced by greed.
You have a big appetite... If you want to kill that guy, you probably have to be prepared to start a war with the settlement.
Then start the war.
Wyatt looked at him.
Tell me your answer.
A cruel smile appeared on Hunting's face, and then he lit his head without hesitation.
Dry!make a deal!But you have to give us weapons and ammunition!A pair of claws alone is not enough, and at least two or three thousand people have to be armed with equipment... If you can take it out, not only the cannibal ghost tribe will listen to you, but the entire tribe in the city will listen to you!
Wyatt's face showed a pleasant smile.
Although the number is a little small, it is enough.
The goal of the Guillotine operation is only managers, and it is the job of a tsunami to start a war.
The league would definitely not have thought that this assassination was an action based on a unit of thousands of people.
And when they realized it, it was too late.
Looking at the bright-eyed hunting claws, Wyatt smiled and stretched out his right hand.
make a deal.
The restaurant in the port area of settlement No. 1, the news of the day was played on the radio.
It is four o'clock in the afternoon. Although the restaurant has opened, it is obviously still far from the busy time.
Sitting in front of the window, Yarman looked out of the restaurant from time to time, as if waiting for someone.
At this time, the sound of wind chimes came from the door, and he looked up and happened to meet Greg's sight.
I knew you would contact me.
Why do you say so?Yarman raised his eyebrows gently.
Greg squeezed his eyebrows at him and continued in a humorous tone.
Is this still necessary to ask, loyalty to the marshal is the factory setting of every Willant. We sacrifice our lives for honor and loyalty, even if our feet are far away from Triumph City.If the league thinks that some small favors are enough to buy us, they are very wrong.
He pulled open the chair and sat opposite Yarman. Greg looked at the waiter walking with a bright smile. Just a cup of black coffee.
OK sir.
The moon girl smiled and her graceful figure quickly floated behind the bar.
Yarman took a deep breath and glanced around and around with a little uneasy look.
Do we need to change to a more secluded place?
No, the view here is wide, and you will know that some things are better to discuss in public than to discuss in close contact. After all, no matter how careful you are, it is difficult to block the partition walls...
Looking at the waitress girl walking with her coffee, Greg nodded politely and smiled at her until the latter walked back to the bar before looking at Yarman and continuing.
The sound on the radio was enough to hide our conversation.
Well, I'm just saying it on the safe side. Since you have no objection, let's get to the point... Yarman said in a hurry, picking up the lemonade on the table and taking a sip to hide his nervousness.
As you wish.Greg took a piece of paper from his arms and placed it gently on the table.
Unexpectedly, the other party made this point openly. Yarman was stunned and looked at the paper with his eyes, and the expression on his face became more and more surprised.
This is……
Tsunami Plan, Greg said slowly, the alliance has been delivering aid supplies to the Bharat Province through the two ports of Baiyue Strait and Silver Moon Bay. As long as we can take down Baiyue Strait, we can break one of their legs.
Yarman looked at him in surprise.
But this means
Greg smiled slightly.
Is it right to declare war on the Alliance? I know what you are worried about, but that is part of our strategic deployment.It is necessary to open up a second battlefield in the alliance, and only in this way can our allies be pulled into the chariot.
Looking at this crazy guy, Yarman's Adam's apple moved and said in a hoarse voice.
...Are you working for the Southern Legion Army Intelligence Bureau?That... the legendary second game?
That's right, weren't you surprised?In fact, it is not just the Second Bureau, but also the General Staff.
His index finger hooked the kettle next to him, and Greg poured the water gently on the paper.
I saw that the words gradually dissipated like the fog of melting ice and snow in the water.
However, Yarman had taken pictures of the content on the paper, so he didn't care too much about his destruction of evidence.
After showing his sincerity, Greg continued to speak at a slow speed.
In fact, we also got inspiration from the residents of Yongyao Harbor. Since the alliance is willing to accept the Willant people without reservation, why not take this opportunity to let real soldiers penetrate their insides and... a bang.
While speaking, Greg spread his right hand, which was clenched into a fist, outward, as if it was a ball of fireworks.
He had a bright smile on his face and said merciless words.
…Like fireworks, they will be crushed by us.
Listening to this crazy plan, Yarman felt like there was a demon sitting in front of him.
If this plan really works...
The Willant will probably become a world-famous stinky shit.
But this probably fulfilled the wish of the Southern Legion.
Sometimes the facts are actually counterintuitive. Although the legions are binding the Willant people with honor, this organization composed of the Willant people does not actually value reputation as the Willant people who value reputation.
Even, they wished the Willant people turned into stinky shit.
After all, the worse the reputation of the Willant people, the less good the others mentioned the Willant people's name, the more they could not live without the Legion.
It's like a dung beetle can't live without its dung balls.
Yarman swallowed.
...This is a genius idea.
Greg smiled faintly.
Over-reward.
Yarman: But what about your own business?Will your business be affected?
Not surprisingly, Yarman would ask this question, Greg laughed, and then said in a light voice.
That kind of thing is just a cover, and... you don't have to worry about the impact of your business, we never treat people who do our work for us unfairly.After our plan is successful, I can guarantee that 30% of the trade share of French Fries Port will belong to you, and will also award you the title of chieftain... From then on, you will never have to live a wandering life again.
Pretense...
I think the so-called mutual aid association is also a cover.
Yarman took a sip of lemonade to calm himself down, and at the same time he looked heartbroken.
How many of you have?
Two teams of ten thousand people.Gregby drew two fingers. Most of the corps in the alliance that can compete well are deployed in the Bharat Province, and more than 20,000 people are enough for us to take over the Baiyue Strait.
Twenty thousand people?!
Yarman's mouth twitched and he couldn't help but continue.
What are you kidding? I only have twelve ships, and 5,000 people are my capacity limit.
Greg said with a smile to comfort him.
You can rest assured about this. In order to implement this plan, we specially purchased five container cargo ships through our own informants... We will put the soldiers in containers and go with their weapons. I need your team to provide cover for them, and then dock at the French Fries Port. When the local customs unbox it, our soldiers will jump out of the box and scare them.
He paused, and he continued.
The warehouse in the French Fries Port contains military aid sent to the Bharat Province, and these equipment is just right for us.After occupying the French Fries Port, we will immediately block the Baiyue Strait and drive our shallow-water heavy gunboats in under the cover of the Western Legion, establish a frontline position in the Baiyue Province, and enter the coastline to the death coast... By then, the entire alliance will fall apart under our attack.
Yarman pinched his eyebrows and said with a headache.
I always feel that your plan is full of problems... Also, why are you sure that you can turn the situation around by logging in to the league?You should have seen their cohesion.
I know, of course I know, I've been observing them since I came to the league...including their weaknesses, Greg said with a smile, like their manager.
Looking at Greg with a mysterious smile, Yarman raised his eyebrows gently.
I remember he was still young.
That would have caused him some surprise.
Add some sugar to the coffee, Greg stirred gently with a spoon and continued slowly.
Under his leadership, they did unite many people, but there were also many people who hated them, just like shadows under the sun... Those guys lie dormant in places where the light of order cannot shine, waiting for an opportunity to move, ready to give their enemies a fatal blow at any time.If you rely solely on themselves, you may not be able to wait for this opportunity until you go to the next life, but it will be different if you have our help.
Yarman looked at him in surprise and gradually understood his plan.
...You want to replicate the bone chewing chaos?
The bone chewing chaos?Greg curled his lips and said disdainfully, the reason why the Eastern Legion cannot accomplish a big thing is that it is swaying left and right when it should be firm, but we will not make such a mistake.We personally deploy, direct command, and give them all necessary weapons and equipment... the entire plan is foolproof, and they will pay a heavy price for their arrogance.
Looking at Yarman who was trying to ask something, Greg coughed and interrupted the words he was about to speak.
Enough, are we off topic?The beheading operation is the responsibility of another person, so let’s go back to our ‘tsunami’ first.Your job is very simple. You just need to help our people get ashore and leave the rest to professionals.
As he said this, Greg stared at Yarman intently, waiting for his answer.
Yarman knew very well that if he knew so much, he would not even be able to see the moon tonight.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly, but his face was calm. He thought seriously for a long time, then nodded slowly.
Leave it to me.
Hearing this expected answer, a bright smile appeared on Greg's face again.
Congratulations, you have chosen the right path.
Leaving this sentence, he stood up, patted Yarman on the shoulder, then picked up the wet white paper and stuffed it into his pocket, and then went to the bar at the restaurant.
He added a whole plate of sugar cubes to that cup of coffee. He probably got so sweet that he got tired of it, but he didn't drink a sip.
Looking at Greg leaving the checkout, Yarman smiled bitterly, picked up the lemonade on the table and took a sip.
Looking at the waiter lady who was walking to pack up the plates, he took off the buttons on the collar and gently placed them on the table.
You all heard it... Do you need me to do anything else?
The Yue tribe girl smiled at him and packed up the things on the table.
Even hair that fell on the table and chairs.
No need, sir, leave the tableware to us to clean up, just continue today's arrangements.Thank you for your support for our business and wish you a happy life.
Yarman made a helpless expression.
If possible, he really didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing, and he did plan so at the beginning.
The Guards did not force him to cooperate with them in handling the case. If he was unwilling, he would just promise to keep it confidential and no longer contact the personnel related to the Mutual Aid Association.
However, after thinking about the tragedy at Xifan Port, he immediately gave up the idea of being out of the matter.
No one can really stay out of the matter.
When things found themselves, one foot had already stepped into the game. Pretending that everything had nothing to do with him would not make himself and his family safer.
He could not wait until everything happened and then follow the Brahmins to explain to other united survivors like this
Not all Bharats are like this.
That pale defense can't even be comforted... …
The tsunami aimed at the French Fries Harbor was on the string, and a container cargo ship filled with soldiers was departing from Yong Night Port.
Under Greg's operation, a batch of weapons had been loaded on the cargo ships in Settlement No. 1 and sent to the French Fries Port in the name of military assistance to the countries of the Bharat Province.
At the same time, Yarman's fleet also set off and headed straight for Xifan Harbor.
They will meet at Xifan Port and then go straight through the Bharati to the Baiyue Strait.
Everything goes as planned.
At this moment, the Alliance's attention was completely restrained in the Bharat Province... At least in the eyes of the senior leaders of the Southern Legion, their entire plan was made seamless.
As long as their troops can control the French Fries Port, the entire Bharatique can become the back garden of the Southern Legion!
On the other hand, the action code-named Guillotine was also taking place quietly.
Just as Greg went to the settlement No. 1 to develop the offline line, another strong general of the Southern Legion, Wyatt Thousand Master, also arrived at the junction of Haiya Province and Yuema Province, a piece of ruins nestled among the mountains.
This is the former site of Iwasan City, about one hundred kilometers away from the coastline. It is almost the same distance from here to the No. 10 settlement in the Union.
Two centuries ago, this place was a prosperous coastal city, but now it is only a few rusty steel skeletons and a pile of crisscrossed cement boxes.
The entire Yanshan City is not large in area, similar to Xizhou City, which lives by the lake. The city is mainly based on leisure and vacation, so there are not as many high-rise buildings as Qingquan City.
In the previous Torch Battle, the 101st Mountain Division of the Enterprise was stationed in this area, but it retreated not long after the war ended.
With the evacuation of order, this place soon became a paradise for mutated creatures and plunderers.
It was just ahead... there was no road to get on, so we could only park our car here and walk forward.
Looking at the broken viaduct not far away, the driver who turned off the engine looked respectfully at Chief Wyatt sitting in the back seat.
Well, that's all.
Looking at the contour lines on the map, Wyatt nodded, threw down a sentence concisely, and then took two other followers wearing exoskeletons to push the door out of the car.
As the two stopped, the two vans following the off-road vehicle also stopped one after another, and two soldiers wearing exoskeletons and two big men armed with painted black metal to their teeth.
In the Legion, these Willant people with a physique that surpasses the ordinary are all the guys who fail to awaken.
The unstable fragments buried in DNA give them strength and tenacity beyond ordinary people, allowing them to fight desperately like mutants without any scruples.
The Eastern Legion usually directly stations them in the purge team and serves as the main force in large-scale combat.
However, in the Southern Legion, the purge team was positioned mainly by special forces, and such large men were usually installed with expensive implants and sent to other places outside the front line as needed.
Especially in the areas behind enemy lines.
They are powerful and never surrender like human-shaped nuclear bombs, often with just one person's strength, they can burst out with combat power comparable to that of several entire ten-person teams.
Unlike Greg, who is affiliated with the Army Intelligence Bureau, Wyatt and his subordinates are under the command of the Southern Legion, with a rank of thousands of commanders.
Due to the military's resume, he is not only good at intelligence work, but also has a lot of experience in combat command.
He was involved in the Xifangang massacre, which was planned by the General Staff.
In the subsequent Yanush Uprising, the combat plan obtained by the old subordinates of the Gray Wolf Army who supported Abusaike was also formulated by him.
It is no exaggeration to say that at least one-third of the credit for Yanush's ability to conquer Tiandu within two weeks was this guy he had never met in his life.
Even Yanush himself was unaware of it, he was kept in the dark until he was shot on the throne.
Now, in order to open up a second front in the alliance, the General Staff of the Southern Legion sent Wyat to Haiya Province to conspire assassination against the alliance managers.
The risks of the entire plan are foreseeable. Once the manager dies, they will definitely be furiously retaliated by the entire alliance, and the probability of escape is slim.
However, for the sake of the Legion, for the great success of the tsunami plan, and for the Marshal and the final victory, he did not care about his personal sacrifice.
Just as the group entered Iwasan City, the pairs of greedy and coveted eyes hiding in the shadows had noticed these uninvited guests.
Most of them are plunderers who wander into this area following the footsteps of migrant survivors.
The alliance used the radio to trick the fat sheep from their mouths and hunted them in the wilderness, so they hid in the ruins of the city far away from the settlement.
The league's influence cannot expand here for the time being, so they built a nest under the shadow of the league's heels.
All the survivors or caravans passing by are their targets of robbery. Sometimes they will use the pieced together engine to build a small boat to go out to sea to rob the merchant ship.
And they usually sell the stolen goods to merchants in the black market and exchange the silver coins they earn for supplies.
The alliance has never stopped siege and suppressed them, but just like people cannot use their soles to step on their own shadows, the plunderers that have existed since the War and Construction Committee era have never been exterminated by any survivor force.
As long as there is still a homeless land where order is missing, they will grow like weeds.
However, it is worth mentioning that the alliance's attack on the predators is indeed rare on this land.
It is precisely because of the continuous suppression of the alliance that the predators whose living space is continuously compressed hate the group of nosy blue gophers.
When Wyatt and his group stepped into the territory of Iwasan City, the local raiders immediately misunderstood them as refuge residents of the alliance when they saw his equipment.
After all, in the cognitive scope of these predators, only refuge residents will put a lot of expensive and inconvenient implants on their bodies.
As for the Legion?
Most of the raiders from the Pony Horse Province have never heard of it, even though their titles of tenth and centurion were actually copied from the legion.
Feeling the threat from the shadow of the ruins, a big man walked to Wyatt and protected him with his iron body like a steel body.
In front, threat.
Listening to the buzzing sound from the heavy steel, Wyatt smiled faintly, not taking his subordinates' warning to heart.
That means we are in the right place.
After saying that, he signaled his subordinates to give in and shouted loudly to the devastated steel concrete ruins in front of him.
Do you want to be cowards for life, crouching in this ghostly place like a mouse hole, rotting, or just be brave enough to rush into the houses of the so-called civilized people, steal all their treasures, occupy their wives and daughters, and grab enough wealth that you can never spend in your lifetime!
The loud voice echoed among the ruins, but no voice responded to him.
Wyatt wasn't discouraged, but raised his voice and continued to shout.
Think about it carefully, or go home to find a mirror and look at your cowardly bear.The alliance drove you around like chasing cockroaches, and your way was to find a ruin to hide it. I can tell you responsibly that if you can't unite and fight for a long time, sooner or later you will not even have a place to hide!
At least now, the alliance is bound by us on the battlefield in the west, and you still have a little hope of counterattack
Before he could finish his speech, a figure suddenly jumped off the ruins.
The guy was strong, like a cheetah, but his hair was messy, as if he had a flea.
Not only that, the wrinkled skin also looked like a hairless hyena.
What's even more nauseating is that his black teeth were like they hadn't brushed for years.
Looking alertly at the group standing in front of the ruins, the man roared at Wyatt in the lead.
Who are you?
The soldiers standing beside Wyatt frowned at the same time, but Wyatt's expression still did not change at all.
Wyatt, the commander of the Legion, tell me your name.
Hunting claws, man-cannibal ghost tribe, ten thousand men.
The man stared at Wyatt intently, then stared at the big man next to him, without any concealing the naked greed in his eyes.
But Wyatt didn't care, just looked up and down at the man named Hunting Claw, and then nodded with approval.
Hunting Claw... is a good name, and I have already thought of the prosthetic body that suits you.
As he said that, he took out a holographic computer pen and tapped it twice on it with his index finger.
The light blue light and shadow soon emerged, and a warrior with his arms connected to his sharp claws appeared on it.
The little man who suddenly rushed out scared the hunting claws, but he was soon attracted by the mechanical texture and could not open his eyes.
...How should I get it.
Looking at the greedy hunting claws, Wyatt said without hesitation.
It's very simple, just do our business.
Hunting Claws are also not vague, and most of the people who come to find plunderers to do their business have the same purpose.
Who should I kill?
Wyatt said with a smile.
The administrator of the alliance.
Hearing this sentence, Hunting Claw's pupils shrank suddenly, and a look of fear appeared on his face.
Seeing the panic behind his eyes, Wyatt continued patiently.
He is just one person, and we are a group of people.We won't let you act alone, we will provide you with weapons, help you make plans, and even fight alongside you.
And you just need to show your courage to stand with us, and you can leave everything else to us.
Hearing this promise, Hunting Claw's eyes finally settled down, and the faint fear was soon replaced by greed.
You have a big appetite... If you want to kill that guy, you probably have to be prepared to start a war with the settlement.
Then start the war.
Wyatt looked at him.
Tell me your answer.
A cruel smile appeared on Hunting's face, and then he lit his head without hesitation.
Dry!make a deal!But you have to give us weapons and ammunition!A pair of claws alone is not enough, and at least two or three thousand people have to be armed with equipment... If you can take it out, not only the cannibal ghost tribe will listen to you, but the entire tribe in the city will listen to you!
Wyatt's face showed a pleasant smile.
Although the number is a little small, it is enough.
The goal of the Guillotine operation is only managers, and it is the job of a tsunami to start a war.
The league would definitely not have thought that this assassination was an action based on a unit of thousands of people.
And when they realized it, it was too late.
Looking at the bright-eyed hunting claws, Wyatt smiled and stretched out his right hand.
make a deal.
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