After the plan was deployed, everyone received their own tasks, just waiting for the time to come and start gradually. After the meeting was dismissed, they also left as if they had nothing to do with it.

"Wait a minute." Astrid nodded her chin and continued to examine the cartography table until everyone had finished before slowly leaving with her hands behind her back, and as soon as she left the room, she was stopped by Lieutenant Colonel Schlieffen, who had been waiting for a long time.

Astrid looked up slightly at her colleague who had served in the same army group in the past, she was slender but not low in height, she could be more than 1.72 meters, and in the wasteland era when she was stunted due to radiation sickness, she was generally less than 1.7 meters tall, which was one of the reasons why she was more aggressive than before the war.

But the "vast majority of men" naturally do not include pre-war humans like Lieutenant Colonel Schlieffen, who have a tall nose and deep eyes, and are inferior to the thick body hair of the wastelanders, after all, there was no such thing as a nuclear winter in their time, and there were few men in Poseidon who needed to be seriously dealt with by Astrid with his head, and Schlieffen was counted as one.

"If you're going to treat me to a cup of coffee, thank you." Astrid leaned over and spread her hands.

Lieutenant Colonel Schlieffen shook his head, made a "please" gesture, and said as he walked: "Your combat logistics report is the one that needs the most supplies in the whole group army, which gives me a headache. ”

Astrid pursed her lips and smiled, recalling: "Yes, my troops consume the most ammunition, I never want living supplies, that's because there is always a war to fight, I sometimes think, if the politicians really fooled the Russians into using the standard weapons of the alliance, we should have won the war long ago, and you wouldn't have to do logistics." ”

Schlieffen scratched his head, he and Astellered's Army Group A is the thickest armored fist in the whole Allied Army, and the mecha division alone has two under its jurisdiction, and every day rushing into fifty kilometers is fifty logistics officers who commit suicide with their guns, maintaining such a composite army with 150,000 personnel, and the materials eaten every month during high-intensity operations are calculated as 100,000 tons, and they can still do it in such a position and are praised by Lieutenant General Williams: "The best team under my command." "The ability can be imagined.

"In that case, would you be interested in seeing the natives of the South?"

"Gladly."

The biggest difference between the military market and the inland base is that all the warehouses are covered with green tarpaulins, and camouflage branches are carefully inserted, except for the gray side facing Fort Benning, the rest of the place looks like a jungle. Before Astrid had even gone to the market to meet the natives, she felt like the legendary forest spirits, looking up green, walking through the ground, and seeing people still green.

"Put this on." At the checkpoint, Schlieffen points to the exoskeleton of the patrol guards, the bright red painted hoplite armor.

Astrid shook the bulletproof insert and said, "Do you want this too?" "IT'S A PALM-THICK PIECE OF CERAMIC THAT CAN EVEN DEFEND AGAINST 12.7MM MACHINE GUN ROUNDS, AND IT'S A RAMPANT LOOK WHEN PLACED ON ARMORED INFANTRY.

"Definitely." Schlieffen nodded, and at the same time ordered the accompanying patrol, looking like he was facing a great enemy, which made Astrid secretly slander in his heart, since he was so afraid of contact with the natives, he wasted materials to build this place?

It's like seeing it

Astrid's disdain, Schlieffen patiently explained; "You haven't been to the outside world, those are not our compatriots, just a group of animals, I don't think you used to jump into the lion and tiger when you visited the zoo, right?"

"It's hard to say, it depends on the mood." Astrid whistled, her pretty lake-green pupils tinging with cunning. "You've got a tiger watching by now."

She straightened her arms, it was very difficult to complete all the exoskeletons by herself, so Astrid stretched out her arms and blinked, "Sir?" ”

Schlieffen grabbed her right hand unceremoniously, and the extremely flexible muscles were directly felt under the thin sleeves of the military uniform, the reason why Astrid looked slim was not that she was thin, but that she maintained a low body fat rate due to diligent exercise, and most of the rest were muscles, but because of long-term dormancy and relaxation, she would not return to her peak for a while and a half, otherwise why did the mecha master like to call her "all-metal slut" instead of "slut"?

The buckle was screwed on, and Schlieffen picked up the pipe with steam and inserted it into the energy tank on the back of the exoskeleton, and began to discharge and stimulate the shaped battery. The biggest problem with this kind of thing, which is second only to nuclear fuel cells, is not that the energy is insufficient, but that it is too sufficient, and the restraint magnet is suitable for heavy vehicles, at least it can be carried by a single mecha weighing 2~3 tons. Ordinary exoskeletons using shaped batteries must carefully adjust the power output, otherwise after duty, they find that the battery is still active, and they have to wait awkwardly for the activity to be reduced before they can be turned on safely.

"Are there any precautions?" Astrid hugged his helmet and was pleased to see the AATS system socket, which didn't work for Mothros, but no one thought it wasn't worth it.

Schlieffen put on his M6 Beowulf rifle, and saw Astrid pouting speechlessly, picking up the 20MM Green gun, and then sighed: "There is only one, if you are in trouble, shoot first." ”

"Nonsense."

The iron door slowly opened, and the soldiers except Astrid were all facing the enemy, and Astrid caught a glimpse of an AST next to him even spinning a cannon, as if there was a cavity dragon outside the door.

Is this pedal a market or a shooting range? Astrid puts on her helmet, and the holographic panel presents her body's stats and ballistic calculations.

The moment the door opened, a gust of wind of rank eight rushed in, along with the reckless desolation, and Astrid suddenly felt an irrepressible sadness welling up in her heart, until Schlieffen patted her with his mechanical arm to relieve herself.

"Look." Schlieffen raised his head and said to the outside: "This is our land, the land that used to be. With that, he walked beside the transport truck with a "clatter".

The scorched black oil-stained soft soil had sunk the ankles in, and it was reasonable to say that such a nutrient-rich soil should be overgrown with plants, but no, there was only such a four-lane wide black passage between the ruins on both sides, as if there was some seal separating both sides of the road, and the weeds that were one person high could not move an inch.

"I guess you've figured out that this used to be a river, and the natives rowed boats with mutant monsters to attack the outpost that had just reached the scale, so we responded with guns, cannons, and tanks, but we couldn't kill it, especially since the river was too easy to become tamed underwater

The monsters raided the passage, and then we chose to shoot back one by one, with cloudburst shells, with napalm, and in the end, no natives dared to come, and the river, too, dried up. ”

Schlieffen lifted his feet, all dry dirt, and said, "This is the price that leads to the fortress of heaven. ”

"We're going to kill them all the way to the finish line." Astrid replied calmly, her alarm panel responding, but she didn't bother to care about the little poor broken ghoul, who couldn't use a cannon if she could solve it with a gun.

Out of the isolation gate, it is the end of the outpost, a black passage that is not very far away due to the extremely deep silt, so that the high-chassis trucks can only drive at a low speed, and it takes more than half an hour to arrive at the so-called real "military trade market".

With a moldy half-sided bronze statue wrapped in vines as the center, the clearing that can hold hundreds of trucks has long been waiting for many natives in different costumes. In the thermostatic exoskeleton, Astrid coldly observed these "compatriots" who were 90 percent covered by leaves and vines.

The southern natives are no different from monkeys in front of the exoskeleton infantry, probably only a little more than one meter four in height, and the thing that looks like a leader wearing a red silk scarf at the front of the team is only about one meter six, and this person is wearing textiles, there is a decent assault rifle, and the rest of the people are all rough steel pipes and welded broken copper and iron, which makes Astrid a little surprised, shouldn't he come with a bamboo gun?

The energetic armored infantry easily unloaded the cargo, and Astrid noticed that these crates were not the same as usual, Poseidon oil extraction capacity was insufficient, most of the oil had to be used for power generation and reserves, and there were few petroleum and chemical fiber products, so they simply used steel products, but the cargo boxes here were not steel, but painted light wood, and there were a lot of obsolete old equipment in the cargo, and even the rifling was almost smoothed, but it only added up to a total of dozens of pieces. Fabrics, small handicrafts, and large pieces of pickled sea animal meat constitute the main force of the cargo.

The natives corresponded to bring hundreds of barrels of gasoline, the oil barrels were rusty, and it was not clear whether the underground oil depot had been excavated or resold for trade, in short, Astrid couldn't help but nod his head, it was very cost-effective to exchange Poseidon's waste for dozens of tons of oil. Astrid knew there must be something else.

Sure enough, the oil was only the beginning, and a large amount of raw ore and raw materials were brought in wooden boxes, each of which required five or six natives to move, and Astrid knew that most of them were tungsten, chromium, gold, silver, bristles, teak, rubber, and other things that Poseidon absolutely did not have. But what intrigued Astrid the most was a box of finely yellowed ore that wasn't even half full. In exchange for the half box, the patrol paid an additional 200 guns and 20,000 rounds of ammunition, along with the truck.

"What's that thing?" Astrid asked in the team's internal correspondence.

"Confidential, though, if you want to know, you might as well find out." Schlieffen joked, indeed, Astrid's path is very wild, and there are almost no secrets that she can't get hold of Poseidon, it just depends on whether she is willing to let go of that face.

"I'd like to open the meat."

"I advise you not, there is no pity that these monkeys are dead, and the bullets are a pity."

"Besides, you're going to have to rely on these monkeys for a while, aren't you?"