The coffee on the table was cold.

Frankly, Area B is not very vast, after all, in the original design of the city builders, the barracks should be located closer to the city gate or the area around the lake, and the key points of the arch guards, in fact, the steel city did this, and the new Hopkins airfield is a testament to the fact that maintaining two fighter-bomber squadrons at the same time requires a considerable number of anti-aircraft artillery units and armored infantry to guard them. As the wasteland world became more and more connected, the Thirteen Councils decided to open up all the lakeside area into a port, and in order to compensate the army, the Franz family finally made the decision to exchange the reserved land outside the Black Wall for trade.

So this five-story building is not how tall or big, at least, standing in the window of the fifth floor, you can always clearly hear the rumbling of tracks in the training ground not far away, the old man looks at the roaring heavy chariots with his hands, and the rather petite polygonal angular turret can very well explain the pedigree of this tank, T-14 Armata, was a nightmare for the old Union army, but when the shaped engine M1 entered the battlefield, suddenly, they can only be described as petite.

The old man can't talk about how old the dragon clock is, on the contrary, a few well-groomed traces of snow between the temples are like spring snow will not melt, even if he is alone, the old man also has a straight military uniform, and look at the epaulette decoration, this is a general, and the steel army has only one general, Brigadier General Ledoux.

Jeeps drove by, and the staff officers wearing ribbons were all in a hurry, and from a distance of dozens of meters, the brigadier general could recognize at a glance which subordinate the young men belonged to the General Staff. Twin sword crossing, war department. Coat of arms black star, military training department. Wings spread, intelligence department, two barrels of oil, well, logistics department, gun halberd heavy sword, ah, mecha department......

Yes, this small building is the heart and mind of the Iron Army, the Joint General Staff, since forty years ago, the old man has started from a hairy boy to more than 10,000 people, and above his head, there is no one below.

He won the war for forty years, maybe he lost the battle, he lost the battle, and in the end, it was the war he won.

The old man took a sip of the already cold coffee, turned back to sit back at his desk, and the General Staff Headquarters, which was created by the Brigadier General, efficiently disposed of most of the documents, and finally landed on the general's case.

The general opened the first one, titled: "Defense Circle Re-expansion Plan"

Last year, the Winter War forced the Harrisburg Crusaders to cede a large area of influence, give up the blood tax and the Crusader tribute to the Northern Industrial District, and the Thirteen Black Stars completely covered the entire state of Ohio. As for the few neutral city-states that still stubbornly refused to join the industrial zone, they were just dry bones in the grave, war is a continuation of politics, and war determines politics, and how long the war will last depends on the army, not superfluous city-states that seem to be separated.

The general went through the enclosed map, and the four corners of the necessary defensive ring spread to the four corners of Ohio, and the general pondered for a moment, added a few straight strokes, signed the painting of the dragon flying and the phoenix dance, and pulled the bell in his hand, and the guard outside the door immediately stepped in.

The second "Report on the Situation of the East Coast" was not so gratifying, and the general read it almost word by word, and the more he read it, the more he narrowed his already cloudy eyes.

The Empire and the Southern Liberty Alliance have won and lost in Philadelphia, and this four-year-long battle has drained the blood of both sides, but in the end, the Long Beach Empire is superior, as of the time this information is sent, the two elite mecha corps of the Empire are heading directly at Baltimore, and perhaps this time tomorrow will be the report of the fall of Philadelphia. The Freedom Alliance, which has lost its main force, wants to carry the imperial army that is coerced down in Washington? Brigadier Rao is brigadier put himself in his shoes, and he can't help but have little hope.

Long-distance and close attacks are not only a general rule of politics and diplomacy, but also in military affairs, and generals are quick to make decisions.

"Both copies are classified as red labels and given to Colonel Mellon." The guards saluted and left.

"Wait, let Secretary Morissa bring a pot of hot coffee."

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The general swept over the second document with the black star emblem, his sparse white brows furrowed, and his index finger tapped lightly on the table, as if he was saying to someone who seemed to be standing in front of him: "It seems that Solomon's people can't wait, the expedition has not all come out, but they have scattered two-thirds of the private army, and that little ranger really has a little value." ”

"Tuk Tuk~" The secretary quietly walked in and removed the old cup that was so cold that it was shiny. "That's fine, thank you, Morissa." The general waved his hand and signaled no sugar cubes or milk.

"This document, let it go back from where." When the secretary put the pages into the folder, the general suddenly added: "Next time you can do this kind of thing, you can just look at it." ”

"As you wish, Your Excellency." The secretary bowed slightly, and a moment later, the report from the black wall went down the drain with the cup of cold coffee.

Those who are familiar with generals know that generals don't like to do some rubber stamp work, even if they don't have a general's stamp, many things can't be done. For example, the procurement of warplanes, the replenishment of armaments, the reorganization of deployments and, in particular, the consideration of the next group of personnel eligible for military status. Within an hour, the general rubbed his eyebrows lightly, feeling that there was a lot to do, after all, he was a soldier, and a soldier was active and belligerent.

The general put the documents together and put them in the drawer on the left, where did they put them, probably some army plans that had been in effect for a long time and had to be seriously considered, and the delay of a while would not affect anything, the general was comfortable and comfortable, listening to the waves of applause in the training ground, and he also felt that the strong man was not late? Maybe let Lady Morrissa change her position and replace it with a dozen beautiful and big-breasted female secretaries to keep her eyes peeling?

The general was by no means a hesitant man, so he picked up the pen and wrote, and found a page of the personnel appointment letter, and just as the tip of the pen was about to touch, his eyes fell on the crumpled paper under the heavy burden of the newspaper. The secretary would not touch a single piece of paper in the General's office that had not been thrown into the wastebasket, even if it was blank.

So the general pulled away this report, which had been ignored for a long time, with a large number of words and extremely trivial content, and it stands to reason that the staff officers would abbreviate it before sending it, but at the first glance of it, the general remembered that this was explained by him personally, and as for not looking at it carefully, the general thought it was not necessary.

It's the same this time.

The general swept through this biography of the person with a photo, and the span was very short, only one year. The general stroked his short beard like a steel needle, thinking of the little ranger who borrowed 300,000 yuan from the army, and couldn't help but sigh that this military budget gap could not be filled. The general just opened the left drawer, paused, turned around and put the report into the wall safe, which contained the most core and most important information of the Iron Army.

Brigadier General Ledoux casually tied the key to his belt, and walked slowly out of this office as small as a small building, he was old, but the old man was in wait, and the lion of twilight also had sharp teeth and claws.

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Wasteland redevelopment cities are generally characterized by their small size, and the urban area rarely exceeds three digit square kilometers, after all, not all city-states have a steelmaking industry like a steel city, and can build a solid wall enough to surround the main city, and one of the most precious things in a nuclear war wasteland is peace of mind.

This year, the scorching summer heat has shown signs early, and all the pedestrians on the streets are wearing hoods and cowering in a shadow, and it is rare to see each other as far as the eye can see.

Simon turned into the corner and looked at the Columbus branch of Hydrera not far away, which looked nothing more than a small four-story brick building, and there was even a scrap sorting shop downstairs, where from time to time scavengers would come to identify and sell a load of metal.

Because of the mutated bloodline between Hydra, this breath rooted in the bloodline is difficult to hide, Simon paused for a moment, repeatedly confirming that the owner of the scrap shop was only a commoner, that is, what Hydra called a "half-blood" sometimes

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Contemptuously called "mudbloods". While in Hydrado, Simon naturally learned how to disguise his true identity in secret, giving Marco a color to his side, and scurrying around the street corner.

"Is there any aluminum for sale?" Marco stopped in front of the scrap shop, glancing at the shelves, which were filled with nothing but ore, metal plates, and even mutant biological samples.

The owner of the shop saw Simon dressed in a common traveler's attire, and was just about to laugh a few times The aluminum plate is also you can afford it, his eyes drifted, but he saw the big python revolver that seemed to be a little brother Simon's waist was intentionally or unintentionally exposed, obediently, the little brother is like this, so what the big brother is carrying can be worse? That's a lot of money! The shopkeeper immediately put on his monocle glasses and said, "I have received a new batch of aluminum cans, two yuan per yuan, and the quantity is preferred." ”

With the old fritter Marco in black words, Simon secretly strengthened his five senses, capturing the Hydra atmosphere that should exist, he would not be stupid to break in from the main entrance of the small building to get the branch supplies, and those official members of the Hydra who came out of the sea of corpses and blood casually set traps to really kill people. He said casually: "Jars? your jar, what Lao Tzu wants is aluminum powder! ”

The shopkeeper's complexion has changed, and even if the electrolytic aluminum industry, which requires a lot of electricity, is built today, few city-states have the ability to use precious fuel to build power plants to provide special line power, except for Steel City, Ford City, and Mill City, the three leading bosses of the northern industrial zone, who have to rely on the location to build hydropower stations and tidal stations to produce aluminum ingots, other small city-states still have to honestly recycle from the pre-war ruins, so they can save some money to make cables and building materials.

Even so, aluminum powder is even rarer, and the shopkeeper shook his head and said: "Aluminum powder is now a special material and is out of stock." ”

This kind of talk is naturally okay to deceive a wasteland guest who doesn't know a single big character and can't even write his own name, but it would be a dream to fool Simon, and he is also a non-commissioned officer who has received an Ivy League admission letter. However, Simon didn't really want to buy, and was about to signal Marco to leave, but a very rhythmic smell instantly stopped Simon's purple blood aura from going deeper.

"Don't you use to prevaricate Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu just saw a hundred jars coming, I don't believe you bastard can't make up more than ten or twenty copies." Marco realized, a mouthful of yellow and blackened teeth smoked a few steps back, and secretly looked human, but he didn't expect it to be even worse than the rotten and toothless wasteland guest just now. His neck stiffened, and he said coldly: "No is nothing!" If you have eggs, go to the city defense army to get a warrant! ”

"What the hell are you&*#¥......" Marco scolded familiarly, Simon took this opportunity to urge the purple-blooded person's superior aura with all his might, and with a little effort, he broke through the rhythmic aura, and soon, a unique psychic message jumped into Simon's mind, which was obviously an evacuation confirmation order for those branch members who didn't have time to rush back. But at the same time, this also added Simon's special flavor to the Columbus branch, and now, Simon, the "renegade" Hydra, can still be unimpeded.

It is an unrealistic stupid thing to compete with a soldier to swear words, but the shopkeeper seems to be tired of it, a few black words and a pair, the shopkeeper knows that this reckless man has a little capital in his pocket and the foundation is reliable, so he whispered: "The old market price, 1 to 2.95 silver powder, five kilograms are sold in whole cans, three thousand one cans, two cans of five thousand five, no two prices." ”

The corners of Simon's lips raised, maybe it will really come in handy later, and it doesn't hurt to make a big fuss, anyway, if you get it back, you have to run away, and the rhythmic breath can keep Simon's unique purple blood breath, and it will be a little troublesome for Hydra to rush back later.

This price is very fucked up, and after eating the losses of these two newcomers, Simon nodded speechlessly at the remaining general circulation coupons of the industrial zone, and took a "flour" can and left.

When Simon walked to the secret door of the branch according to the rhythmic breath, his heart was full of damn debts, and he said weakly: "Sesame Sesame, open the door!! ”

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