The alliance of villains is mobilizing troops and strengthening contacts. The army group that marched west was not idle either. In the vast and sparsely populated Western Regions, logistical supply is a powerful guarantee for the army's combat effectiveness.

At Nikkojo Station, dozens of military trains arrive every day, unloading thousands of tons of supplies.

From main battle tanks and rocket artillery, to firewood, rice, oil and salt, everything is available. All supplies had to be sorted out, some sent directly to the front line, and some stored locally.

Modern modes of transportation are certainly more efficient than natural disasters, but human armies also consume much more material than the undead.

Today, nearly 300,000 troops have gathered around Nikko City, more than the local people. Most of the supplies needed by the army had to be brought in from other places.

Nikko City is located on the roof of the world, on a plateau, thousands of kilometers away from the main industrial and agricultural bases. Even for a special military train, a round trip can take several days.

The roads are not as safe as they were before the apocalypse, with occasional roads being destroyed by mutants, aliens, or twilight cultists. The logistical pressures are enormous.

The reason why the commander of the Westward Advance Group Army was General Chen Yuheng was because of his special logistical skills. All the trains rushing on the Western Regions Railway seemed to be imprinted in his mind, and all abnormalities on the road could be fed back to the general control room he presided over.

"300 kilometers southwest of Dihua, order the nearest patrol fighter to go for reinforcements."

As soon as Chen Yuheng gave the order, a correspondent immediately sent the order thousands of miles away.

The two nearest Qingluan attack planes arrived at the site of the incident within twenty minutes: a section of railway on the edge of the desert.

I saw a strange group of sand pirate cavalry besieging two armored trains.

The first train was attacked by surprise and was destroyed before it could resist for long, the nose of the train was destroyed, the armored car was broken, and the resistance on board was almost lost.

On this busy transport line, trains pass by every hour. In order to deal with a possible attack, even the freight train had two armored carriages, equipped with various light and heavy weapons, and was escorted by nearly 100 soldiers.

As soon as the news of the attack on the first train spread, the second train departed. Its luck was much better, not only did it know about the enemy attack in advance, but it also carried a group of more than 500 Prata mercenaries - the scimitar mercenary group on board.

Plata was a war-torn country before the end of the world, with almost no end of war, industrial decay, and economic distress for decades.

Most of the people have adapted to the war-torn life, and men basically use guns. The people there are fierce, they are not afraid of death when fighting, and they have defeated two world powers.

Therefore, in the early days of the apocalypse, the zombies are exterminated before they reach the climate, and then the survivors continue to live their lives.

Plata should be the country with the least to lose in the coming of the end, as there is simply nothing to lose.

Despite the fact that there are still millions of people, there is no strong central government, and the whole country is effectively divided by warlords. The weaponry is slightly better than in the era of cold weapons, but it is rich in excellent soldiers.

After opening the road to the Western Regions, the Westward Advance Army established contact with the warlord forces of Plata. It's a very poor place, and there are no resources or energy, so you can't do business.

The only people who can earn forex are mercenaries! This time, the Westward Expansion Army hired tens of thousands of veterans from the local area, resulting in a civil war between the warlords that could not be fought.

"Resist, we have nowhere to run, only by holding on can we live." Hua Rong, the instructor in charge of contacting this mercenary team, shouted hoarsely, but the effect was not good. The people who came to be mercenaries were all veterans, and their escape skills were first-class, and at this time, seeing the large number of enemy troops attacking, they had already been preparing to retreat.

He could only change his strategy and shouted, "A hundred pieces for a sand thief's head!" Settled after the war! ”

One hundred Chinese dollars is one hundred kilograms of standard grain. The grain-based currency is definitely the most valuable in the last days. Don't look at the weapons and equipment of the Long Xiang Army, which are often tens of millions, in fact, in Plata, one hundred yuan is a lot of income.

When these veterans heard the bounty, they suddenly came to their senses, and the thousands of sand thieves outside looked cute, after all, their heads are money.

"Zheng!" With a thud, a heavily armored cavalryman leaped out of a separate carriage, his pegasus galloping, and the meteor hammer split the sand thief in half.

Another dual-wielding Gatling man jumped on the roof of the car, snorting bullets and providing strong fire support.

"Grab the money! Kill! ”

As it turned out, the mercenaries did have two brushes. There are epic heroes in front and instructors waving banknotes in the back. Their fighting power was fully stimulated.

Although the weapons and equipment are much worse than those of the escort troops stationed in the train, when it comes to the battlefield, both individual strength and team cooperation are far stronger than the train escort team.

Relying on the cover of armored trains, these mercenaries advanced and retreated in an orderly manner, using multi-level long-range fire to kill one sand thief after another. Only a lucky few will be able to break through to the melee position, and then, have their own melee heroes on top.

Woohoo!

Boom Boom!

The roaring Qingluan fighter jets blew up several clouds of rising smoke. Designed for group attacks, the High Psionic Burst Bomb exploded into a large area, burying the Sand Bandits' follow-up troops in the flames.

The two Qingluan attack planes were divided into two waves and dumped the ammunition they carried.

There were scorch marks and flames everywhere they passed, and the giant sand lizard domesticated by the sand thieves was lit with sky lanterns before they could charge into battle. The bomb with the incendiary effect is so disgusting that it sticks to the skin and can't be shaken off.

At least more than 200 sand thieves were killed, and most of the others were injured. The most important thing is that the morale of the sand thieves has collapsed, and they have no determination to fight to the death, and when they see that there is no hope of victory, they leave the wounded and flee in all directions.

"Phew! Damn the Air Force, can't they be accurate? The heavily armored knight at the front was naturally affected, and he rolled on the ground a few times without extinguishing the fire, until his teammates doused himself with water-based spells.

"Wipe out the remnants of the enemy, don't pursue!"

The wounded had no human rights, and were all executed by the mercenaries, and their heads were cut off in exchange for money.

Hua Rong had already prepared a stack of 100 yuan bills, 100 yuan per person, and handed over the money with one hand and delivered the goods with the other. The heads of the sand thieves were piled up 100 meters away from the railway line to form a Beijing crown to deter foreign enemies.

He didn't give the money to the mercenary leader and let him distribute it. Because there is such a thing as money, it is symbolic and can most directly indicate who is the boss.

Maybe once or twice is useless, but there are too many times, and this subtle effect, coupled with the special abilities of political cadres, has a high probability of assimilating most of the mercenaries.

Abra, the leader of the Scimitar Mercenary Regiment, clasped his arms in his hands, and did not go to grab the heads, even though he killed the most sand thieves. He was the Gatling hero, with arms thicker than the average man's thighs.

A veteran epic hero like him is a talent in short supply, with a monthly salary of more than 10,000 yuan. Naturally, he disdains to grab a hundred yuan of a head from the minister.

"Boss, look!" A thin mercenary offered a pack of cigarettes as if he were offering a treasure.

In the last days, when there is not even enough food, naturally no one produces cigarettes. Only the republics, where food production skyrocketed, began to replant. It's a proper luxury.

Abra didn't refuse, and tucked it into his pocket slightly.

"Boss, there's a lot of good stuff in the car over there. Or will we grab a ticket and withdraw? ”

Abra slapped his face and said, "Idiot, do you know the way back?" We sat in the car for so long and couldn't go home for a month with our stuff on our backs. You've starved to death on the road! Let's work honestly. ”