It was getting dark, and the mutants emerged from the woods.

They carried bundles of firewood in their hands and threw them at the small building of the hydrological station.

Zhang Yang was amused at first: "What is this?" Are you going to burn us? ”

The entourage members around him laughed loudly, theoretically speaking, the alloy armor is indeed afraid of fire and high temperatures, but the temperature is at least more than 2,000 degrees Celsius, how can it be achieved by firewood alone?

But after a few seconds, they couldn't laugh anymore, because it had just rained, and the mutants were throwing wet wood, which lit up and emitted smoke.

Just four or five bundles of firewood were lost, and the sight around the hydrographic station was greatly reduced, and the snipers said that they could not see the enemy clearly.

Under the cover of smoke, the mutants quickly ran towards the hydrological station, continuing to throw "Tufa smoke bombs" as they ran.

In the end, bundles of firewood were simply thrown in front of the small building.

Zhang Yang's face changed, no matter how big the mutant manpower was, it was impossible to throw such a heavy bundle of firewood more than a hundred meters away, which showed that they were extremely close.

He immediately beckoned all the fighters to shoot into the smoke, whether they could hit it or not, and never let the mutants approach so easily.

The first row of Alloy fighters immediately formed a line of skirmishers, shooting straight ahead with the weapons in their hands.

In order to ensure a hit, each of them heeded the slogan and fired at the smoke area in front of them.

Shoot every two seconds, each person is only responsible for the area in front of them at a 5-degree angle, one moment horizontally, one moment to the ground, in short, a salvo that leaves no room for mutants to toss and turn.

In the smoke, the mutants fired back, their guns spitting out tongues of fire, RPG launches, and anti-tank missiles, but they also managed to inflict some losses on the dreadnoughts.

However, the dreadnoughts retaliated immediately, firing fiercely at the flames until there was no more movement.

Zhang Yang's tactics of platoon guns were clumsy, but very practical, the first batch of charging mutants suffered heavy casualties, and only a few who were lying on the ground and hiding behind rocks survived, and they also tried to throw grenades, but with little success.

Alloy armor is so protective that these frag grenades can only cause fractures or sprains unless they are thrown under the feet of the Metal Warriors. Most of the shrapnel flew onto the alloy armor, causing some sparks in the command.

In fact, the smoke would not have had much effect on the Alloy Warriors, as they had a secondary targeting system that could determine the enemy's position based on their personal reconnaissance system.

It's just that most of the Metal Warriors don't have enough power to turn on this feature.

The mutants also seem to anticipate that smoke alone won't be able to get closer, and they've made mobile trenches out of felled trees.

It was to tie up a few logs, and a dozen mutants approached from behind pushing forward.

If there were no smoke, Zhang Yang could have relied on heavy firepower to blow up this simple "shield".

Unfortunately, he couldn't see what was going on in the smoke now, so he had no choice but to keep shooting to stop the enemy's approach.

The bullets hit the logs, leaving holes in the sawdust.

An alloy warrior suddenly fell, causing a commotion among other fighters nearby, and Zhang Yang fixed his eyes to see that it was a mutant who dragged his broken body and crawled over and knocked him down.

Although the warrior was flustered, he did not forget the weapon in his hand, straightened up from the ground, and shot it at the head.

The mutant was actually at the end of the crossbow, and he was powerless to do anything to the alloy warriors, but just such a disturbance made the mutants behind him feel less pressured and ran a few more steps forward.

As soon as Zhang Yang saw that the mutants had reached such a close distance, he immediately mobilized the second line of fire formed by the Demomen to step forward and take over the assaulters to form a defensive circle.

The division of labor among the New Dreadnoughts is almost exactly the same as that of the Pest squad, with assaulters and demomen, medics and snipers.

The Demomans, on the other hand, were built in the style of the Mandrills, carrying assault rifles at all, but each carrying a flamethrower.

This thing is simply an invincible weapon in close combat, and there are only a dozen surviving Demomen in the Dreadnought, marching forward in formation, each with a distance of 5 meters, and a burst of fire at the place where the smoke is billowing.

The incendiary material spewed out a fan with the flames and fell on the ground in front of them, on the stones, and on the mutants' wooden fences, instantly igniting flames.

This thing is not a wet firewood, it ignites when it hits the ground, and the stones can burn out.

The downside is that this thing can't spit infinitely, and it takes a few seconds to rest and recharge each fan swept.

Some of the mutants were also on fire, and they made a painful "Ulu-Uru" sound, dropping the logs in their hands and rushing forward.

An alloy warrior who was originally controlling the flamethrower was startled by the humanoid torch that suddenly appeared in front of him, and was pounced on by the other party, the strength was so great that he couldn't even bear the weight of a total armor of several hundred catties, and was directly knocked down on his back.

A burning head was pressed against his mask, and on his hideous face, his eyes were as black as ink as if they had no focus, and there seemed to be countless focuses, which made people's hearts palpitate.

And the beast-like black fangs, even if they were about to be burned to death, they still gnawed at the shell of the alloy armor, even if they were broken.

And its body, twitching violently from the flames, its hands still clinging to the enemy's waist.

The alloy warrior was so distracted that he couldn't help but pull the trigger and forget about it

Remember that you are now facing the sky on your back.

The incendiary material sprayed into the air more than ten meters high and scattered again, causing problems for him and the nearby fighters.

Fortunately, the Alloy Warriors in the back quickly came to help, shot the "fire man", and helped extinguish the nearby flames.

An entire row of mutants was burned to death, but it also provided cover for the next row of mutants to get closer.

At the same time, the fire scorched the earth, and due to the large consumption of oxygen in the flames, the air flow created by the difference in air pressure quickly carried away the smoke.

This is an unexpected joy for Zhang Yang.

It was only when the smoke cleared that they saw that the mutants were already close in front of them.

With no smoke between the two sides, the mutants pushed the burning log over, jumped high in the air, and smashed the metal warrior directly with the firearm in his hand.

It was also mixed with several rockets that quickly tore through the Alloy Warriors' defensive lines.

Mutants have learned wisely, and the ordinary guns in their hands cannot cause damage to the Alloy Warrior if they do not hit the critical position, but they have a lot of strength, and if they use the gun as an iron rod and smash it into the position of the anti-joint, they can directly twist the arm of the Alloy Warrior.

If it hits the head, it can break the neck, and in the past, in the battle between the Dreadnought and the cannon fodder mutants, the limited number of deaths were all in close-range encounters, where an alloy warrior was entangled by two or three mutants and was forcibly dismembered.

Now that the two sides are entangled together, the firepower advantage of the alloy warriors is gone, and their movements are relatively slow, with more strength and less flexibility, and they immediately suffer losses.

The Metal Warriors are still the Demomans, and the flamethrowers in their hands are being charged before they are entangled by the mutants.

One of the fighters was knocked to the ground, and countless mutants formed a circle, some shooting at his blast mask, others smashing his guns into his legs and arms, among other parts.

The bullet hit the glass mask, and immediately white spots after white spots appeared, which was a sign that it was about to be broken.

Around them, all the Alloy warriors were entangled, simply unable to provide support and rescue.

This soldier was also fierce, but he said that he could not escape death, and immediately took out the explosives and pressed the detonator.

After a roar, dozens of mutants were blown away, leaving a large crater in place, and the warrior was covered in smoke and already dead.

With such a powerful explosion, he was not the first, nor the last, every sound smashed into Zhang Yang's heart, making him sad and indignant.

At this time, he could only wield a long knife, guard the staircase of the hydrological station, fight mutants in close combat, and hack to death one after another.

The snipers upstairs weren't idle, a handful of mutants came from behind, and they circled into the Shibata River and dived close to the hydrological station.

At that time, the hydrological station was filled with thick smoke, and everyone's attention was attracted by the main battlefield on the frontal land, and the enemy in the river quietly climbed upstairs.

The snipers were disrupted and paid the price of three sacrifices to wipe out the handful of enemies.

Zhang Yang and his men were red-eyed, and almost instinctively kept swinging and slashing with their knives, holding the stairs to the death.

Retreating to the second and third floors, the Alloy Warriors regained control of the shooting environment and immediately played an important role, shooting the mutants one by one and saving their companions one by one.

The battle lasted for fifteen minutes, and after chopping another mutant to death, Zhang Yang's eyes were empty, only a corpse, and there was not a single mutant standing.

In this battle, more than 400 new mutants of the Nether Force were almost wiped out, and the new dreadnoughts on the human side paid the price of another 74 people.

With a "dang chang", Zhang Yang weakly dropped his sword and stepped forward, but found that it was almost impossible to move an inch.

It's so dangerous, his alloy mech has used up the last bit of power and turned into a heavy lump of iron.

He barely disarmed and jumped out, and when he looked back, many of his fighters were also slumped on the ground, and several of them had already given up the alloy armor.

"Help!" He gave the command in a weak voice, and at this time he also wanted to sit down and rest, but in the square outside the building, there were several other alloy warriors who were seriously injured but still alive, and urgently needed their help.

He was born as a medical soldier, and his duty to save lives and help the wounded has been infiltrated into his bones, and at this time, he must not see death without saving him.

Several fighters followed him out, recharging the mutants on the ground who were still struggling, and rescuing their own fighters.

Protected by alloy armor, these warriors were not bitten or scratched, but were broken or severely sprained by the onslaught of guns and the siege of mutants.

At this moment, a human force came from the top of the river with a dozen wooden boats.

The regimental commander who took the lead shouted and fired a few shots at the corpses of the mutants hanging on the river embankment before daring to land.

As they rushed to the hydrological station with a shout, Zhang Yang had just closed his eyes for an unsightly alloy warrior.

He stood up indignantly, pulled at the placket of the other party's clothes and shouted: "Lao Tzu's brothers have all been spelled out, what is the use of you coming at this time?" Did you mean it?! ”

The regiment commander said beggingly: "This, Commander Zhang, Commander Zhang, I'm really sorry, we were stopped by the river halfway, and it took some time to find a boat."

"Looking for a boat? Such a narrow river, you want to row? ”

"We showed that we were weak, it was only March, and the river was too cold"

"My muddy mother!"

Zhang Yang was completely mad, and his own soldiers fought bloodily,

This group of reinforcements can't support because of the cold water, what the is going on!

He searched left and right, eager to pick up a gun and kill the grandson on the spot.

But the other party is now overwhelmed, full of troops, and even his clothes are as clean as new, where is his opponent when he is defeated?

His subordinates saw his intentions and hurried to stop him.

They are wearing alloy armor, where is the strength that Zhang Yang can resist, and Zhang Yang himself has lost his strength, and he is stunned in a hurry.

The regiment commander's face was not ordinarily thick-skinned, and when he saw Zhang Yang unconscious, he immediately announced with a big grin that all the staff would obey his command and immediately evacuate this place of right and wrong.

Dreadnought fighters reminded them that there were hundreds of new mutants behind the levee across the river, and that if they were attacked while crossing the river, they would be a living target.

The head of the regiment sneered: "Don't bother, Lao Tzu has already scouted when he came, and that little mutant has already run away!" ”

He brought a regiment with him, two of which were on the opposite bank to meet him, and had already done reconnaissance work.

Now, the role of these ships is highlighted, the alloy armor of the dreadnought regiment has basically become immovable iron waste, and it must be loaded first to cross the river, and most of the dead fighters' alloy armor can continue to be used if repaired.

Among them, the remains of the dead soldiers were sorted out, cremated separately, and then wrapped up in ashes, ready to be sent back to the living island.

As for the corpses of mutants, the support group also burned them on the spot.

This battle ended like this, and the support troops sent by Ning Weimin seemed to be specially there to deal with the aftermath, and all the work was handy.

Zhang Yang and his dreadnought soldiers returned to the shore of Fubo Lake in a chariot to repair. Since he woke up from his coma, Ning Weimin has been closed several times to visit.

Ning Weimin, as the commander of the reorganization division, did not have a great temper, and every time he sighed and went back to Xishan.

His guards were impatient: "You came to see him in person, it's been a few times, and you haven't seen it yet, give shameless dog things!" ”

Ning Weimin waved his hand: "Hey, don't talk nonsense, he fought this battle so aggrieved that he couldn't get out for a while." ”

Two days later, four carrier planes were sent from Easter Island, which contained four excavators and cranes and other construction machinery, and they were going to the Shibata River to salvage the lost alloy armor, in the name of bringing the souls of the dead soldiers back to their hometowns, with the real purpose of disassembling useful parts.

When the carrier plane left, it took Zhang Yang with it, as well as dozens of wounded fighters who needed to recuperate.

The Supreme Council of Easter Island telegraphed Nanliu: "The Dreadnought Regiment has been severely injured and has lost its combat effectiveness, and will no longer participate in the battle to encircle and suppress mutants for the time being." ”

Nanliu arranged for Jia Jiajia to write a detailed report, explaining the causes and consequences of the battle, focusing on describing the battle process and responsibility, without mentioning Zhang Yang's matter at all, and throwing the pot on Zhang San's head.

In fact, when it comes to the cunning of the enemy, the subtext is that one's own military generals are too stupid.

The attitude of the Easter Island side was very low, and the response was very polite, and even expressed regret and apologies for the soldiers who died after the attack on the Xishan artillery position.

Jia Jiajia also expressed his gratitude in a euphemistic diplomatic tone.

In fact, everyone's hearts are like mirrors, there are still more than 100 fighters in the Dreadnought Regiment at the moment, and the morale is low but it is not completely incapacitated, but there is no suitable commander now, so they will recuperate for the time being.

The high-level officials were polite to each other, and the subtext was that these more than 100 alloy warriors were stored here in Nanliu first, and they should not arrange to participate in the battle, nor should they worry about taking advantage of it for themselves.

This is a bit of a villain's heart to spend the belly of a gentleman, Nanliu really didn't fancy these iron things, if you want to charge into battle, the effect of this thing is not as good as that of a tank, if you want to talk about defensive positions, it is almost the same effect to arrange a few more heavy machine gun companies.

The only advantage is probably urban street fighting and special operations, but Nanliu has now decided to use neutron bombs, whether it is street fighting or special missions, it is not his cup of tea.

Speaking of neutron bombs, Nanliu couldn't help but send an email to Nantes.

Yes, it's still the old way of sending messages by email, because of the face-to-face video, the two are either so embarrassed that no one has anything to say, or they can't help but scold each other.

The content of the e-mail is urging the development of the neutron bomb and the construction of the logistics facilities of the Jingpingshan base.

It is not so easy to build a factory in the mountains, all the important equipment is put into the cave in the 404 factory, and the troops can only be stationed in the mountains and forests outside the cave and the farmland on the plains.

Nantes transferred two divisions of the Flying Locust Army to farm, and as for Jingwei and Zeng Yibai's private soldiers, he was too lazy to take care of them, and they didn't listen to the command, so they wandered around Jingbei Mountain.

Nantes has not led the troops for a long time, but he has his own understanding, when he fights, he is a good soldier, but when the troops are not fighting, he is prone to problems, some are noisy to go home, some are shouting for women, some are in a mood to improve their salary, and so on.

Therefore, when there is no war, the soldiers cannot be idle, he dismantles Lao Ma's division into squads to learn industrial technology, and turns the other two divisions into peasants to reclaim the fields.

After this period of rectification, industrial production gradually improved, and grain crops also grew wildly, and he was full of interest in the powder sent by Nanliu.

It's a miracle that this thing can make rice grow once in two months and five times a year.

What's more, Sister Hua asked Nantes to collect more of this powder, which will be of great use in the future.

Just asked her a little more about the situation, but she was silent.