057. Exchange
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Las Vegas, founded in 1905, is the largest city in Nevada, USA, with an area of about 410 square kilometers and a permanent population of 5.2 million. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ο½ο½ο½Uο½Eγ ο½ο½ο½ο½
But this is data for 2110.
After the Yellowstone eruption, the entire North American continent fell into a dark depression, and cities like Las Vegas, built on a desert and relying on imported resources, were even more severely damaged, and before the outbreak of the war, the city had shrunk to about 100 square kilometers in size and its permanent population had shrunk to less than one million.
Now, all that's left is ruins, smoke and explosions.
For the 50,000 national troops who were stubbornly defending here, Las Vegas still seemed too big, and they had to compress the defense line again and again, which caused the 601 Mecha Regiment to be unable to meet the defenders smoothly at all, and could only disperse after entering the city, and constantly exchanged fire with the Allied forces interspersed in between, and soon the "Deathbringer" was left with only another MF1 and a dozen mecha infantrymen.
"Two streets ahead of you will reach a national army base." Hunter looked at the map, "Assuming it hasn't been captured yet." β
"Hunter, don't say anything discouraged!" Borg had a cigarette in his mouth, and as usual, he didn't wear a helmet and stuck his headset in his ear, "The old man didn't say anything!" All we have to do is rush over with all the rage! β
"Thank you for your trust, Commander." Zhao Yu's facial muscles twitched, "I don't know why I started to beat after you said the sentence 'rush over'." β
"Really? Then slow down! We move forward cautiously! β
"Sergeant, I repeat, I don't guarantee how long this spider will be tossed by us!"
The daily noise in the cockpit did not affect the battle outside, and soon bullets came from the street ahead, making the hull of the chariot rattle.
"A mecha infantry squad of the Union Army, maybe half a platoon." Zhao Yu reported, "As long as they don't have anti-tank equipment, it's easy to do it!" β
"Then try it!" Borg said and fired a shot, hitting a building in front of him, the building of a luxury hotel that may have been a gold cave fifty years ago, suddenly a big hole was punched, Zhao Yu's eyes widened, and he saw that two soldiers carrying anti-tank guns on the screen were thrown into the air with the explosion, and then fell back to the ground dozens of meters below - even with the defense of power armor, I am afraid it will be difficult for them to survive.
"How do you know they're hiding there?" Zhao Yu couldn't help but ask, "Our infrared detection seems to be broken, right?" β
"On this street, they can only hide there." Borg replied.
Zhao Yu turned his head to look at Hunter, hoping that the driver, who had been with Borg for the longest time, could give some advice, but Hunter only shook his head and shrugged: "The sergeant has a lot of little secrets. β
At this time, the communication channel rang: "Captain Borg, I'm Sergeant Durant, I heard that this is your hometown, what do you suggest?" β
"There are no suggestions, the most convenient tactic is for us to move forward side by side and crush the idiots in front of us." Borg replied, "Let the infantry brothers keep up a little bit." β
"Oh, okay, but the street can't accommodate two spiders in parallel, you or me?"
"Of course it's me, I'm going to say hello to my hometown." Borg snapped his fingers at the two drivers as he spoke, "Both, listen to my orders." β
"Roger, Captain."
"Miss Christine, please fasten your seatbelts."
Christine glanced at Borg with a skeptical expression, but did so.
"Then it's time for us to perform." Sergeant Borg puffed out a puff of smoke, "The power output is adjusted to 75%, the second engine - oh it's broken, isn't it, then the fourth engine frequency rises to third gear, the coordinates are adjusted to two o'clock, okay, start!" β
Zhao Yu and Hunter executed the instructions almost reflexively.
The "Deathbringer" suddenly roared, and the mechanical foot on one side slammed into the wall, and the entire mech charged forward in an oblique position!
"The main gun is fired at 11 degrees!" This time it was operated by Borg himself, and several abandoned cars in front of him were suddenly blown up, revealing the mechic infantry behind them who still insisted on firing.
Borg grinned, slammed the brakes with his left hand, and the giant foot of the mechanical spider sparked a spark in the wall, and came to a screeching halt, while the other cannon roared, sending a cannonball out of the air - this cannonball made an incredible arc in the air, although not a large arc, but it was enough to go around the corner of the building in front of it, and burrow into a dead corner that would otherwise be impossible to attack!
A violent explosion came from around the corner, apparently the Confederates had something set up there, but their efforts were completely destroyed by the cannon.
The Confederate soldiers, who had been holding a diversion shot on the street, were also stunned for a few seconds because of this incident, which had fatal consequences for them: several of the Deathbringer's machine guns opened fire at this time, and the firepower of the vehicle-mounted machine guns was more than one level higher than that of rifle bullets, and several soldiers quickly ran out of energy in their defensive shields, and then their blood spurted out of the bullet holes and fell to the ground motionless.
No matter what the era, the steel chariot is still crushing the infantry.
The remaining Confederate fighters no longer hesitated, and they quickly withdrew from the street, much to Sergeant Ddeepant in the communication channel: "Sergeant Borg, well done!" Damn, how are you a sergeant? You should at least be a lieutenant! β
"Thanks for the compliment." Sergeant Borg contentedly threw the cigarette butt into the garbage chute.
The road ahead was incomparably smoothβit was clear that the Allied forces that had just besieged the Nationalist base were only a small number of infantry units, and had not yet stubbornly reached the point of continuing to attack the enemy with chariot units in the rear.
So they finally got in touch with the Nationalist army at the forward base.
"The 601st Mecha Regiment of the Fifth War Zone, the identity verification is passed." The gate of the base slowly opened, and several mecha infantry beckoned to Zhao Yu and the others behind the door, "Come in, at least this door is safe in the base before it is broken!" β
"The streets of Las Vegas have become military bases...... Zhao Yu looked around regretfully as the chariot drove into the gate, "I thought I could see some of the scenery of the casino anyway." β
"Twenty years ago, there were just little casinos with a fluke mentality," Borg said, "and I knew what you wanted to see, big casinos full of people, scantily clad bunny girls and bikini girls by the pool, all kinds of entertainment, but I had only seen it on footage!" β
There was a commotion from behind, and then the depressing news came that Sergeant Dirant's spider had just swallowed as he passed through the gate, and the big guy of more than 30 tons lay down with a dead face, stuck in the middle of the gate, refusing to move.
The people in the base complained, and soon someone sent a message to the Deathbringer to ask, "Sergeant Borg, can your car help push that spider out of the gate?" You can drag it in. β
Borg looked at Hunter, who shrugged, "If you don't want our car to lie on its stomach, it's better not to do that." β
Borg relayed the sentence as it was.
"Hell...... Well, your car comes in first, there's always a way. The man over there muttered.
Deathbringer strode heavily into a garage where two other MF1s were parked, which looked even worse than Deathbringer, one of which had a big hole in the cockpit and I don't know if the crew was dead, and the other was missing a main gun and five legs, so it couldn't get up no matter how you looked.
"A week ago, we didn't have a working MF1 at our base." When Borg and the others climbed out of the cockpit, the second lieutenant of the mechanic squad who was waiting for them on the ground said, "You guys...... Doesn't look like it's good? β
"It ran all night." "The main thing that made it climb here safely was love," Borg said. β
"Love? It's a shame that this kind of thing isn't needed in Las Vegas. The lieutenant replied, "I'll try to fix it, but before then, someone wants to look for you." β
"Who?"
The second lieutenant pointed outside the garage, where a dark-haired Asian woman walked in, accompanied by a major officer.
"Do I know her?" Borg wondered.
But Zhao Yu raised an eyebrow: "Catherine Zhou, someone from the Thomas Institute...... What did she come to do? β
Christine rolled her eyes, "With that doctor's personality of squeezing out the last drop of oil no matter what, it's probably something that needs our help...... Did he run out of your blood and plan to draw it again? β
"More than 1,000 milliliters he ran out? Is he used to wash his hair?! β
Fortunately, the answer was soon revealed, and Catherine Zhou walked up to them and showed a smile that was probably polite: "It's a pleasure to meet again, Mr. Zhao Yu, Miss Christine." β
"But I'm not happy at all." Zhao Yu replied, "What's the matter?" You're certainly not here to greet you. β
"Time is short, I'll be straight to the point." Catherine looked at Christine, "The Doctor has now made contact with Lieutenant General Benjamin and obtained approval to continue Project Twilight in the makeshift laboratory next to the headquarters, so Miss Christine Sanchez, we need your help." β
Christine was really stunned this time: "Me? Why? β
"Michael Maz was in charge of a considerable part of the Twilight Project, but he destroyed quite a few files before he defected, and some of the ones that he didn't have time to delete were also encrypted by him, and now we need a computer-savvy person to fix those things as soon as possible."
"First question, aren't you doctors worried about leaks?" Christine asked, "You must have a lot of secrets in that pile of important documents, right?" β
"Time is of the essence, and now we have no choice but to get the T20 done before Las Vegas falls, and the risk of the T20 not being completed is greater than the risk of a possible leak."
Christine smiled slightly: "Second question, why does your doctor think that I will listen to him and obediently fix that mess?" Anyway, I'm not a full-fledged soldier now, can you still order me? β
"I'm sorry, Miss Christine Sanchez, but you've been temporarily drafted back into the army." The major officer next to Catherine had been silent, but at this time he made a critical hit, "Now you are a private directly under the Third Theater Command. β
"Shameless, you guys." Christine said.
Catherine smiled again: "We can have an exchange of interests. Your friend, Private Zhao Yu is about to enter the battlefield, so you don't want him to die before the assessment, right? I'll stay at this base to provide technical support to him until the last moment - what about the conditions? β
"Technical support? Which aspect? Christine clasped her hands to her chest with a skeptical expression, "Can you provide better technical support than me?" β
"I'm willing to bow down when it comes to computer technology." Catherine replied, "But I think their vehicles need a good mechanic more." β
With that, she glanced at the large rags in the garage.
"Give me three hours, and I can get that only moving MF1 back to 80% performance."
Christine blinked.
"Deal." She said.
"You don't have to do that!" Zhao Yu and Borg spoke together, Borg shrugged and made a gesture to Zhao Yu that you said first, so Zhao Yu continued, "Although the condition of this spider's car is terrible, but with me, we can minimize the risk, you don't need to take risks!" β
"Who said I was going on an adventure?" Christine said, "You didn't hear that? Their research lab is next to the headquarters, what could be safer than there? As for the people in the institute, I don't know which one I'm afraid of, anyway, a bunch of weak chickens. β
Seeing that Zhao Yu was speechless for a while, Christine turned around and patted Catherine on the shoulder: "Then I'll go to the doctor's side first, remember your promise, I will keep in touch with them at any time, how powerful you are, how powerful I can be." β
Catherine Chow nodded, "I won't let you down. β
Zhao Yu wanted to say something, but the major spoke: "Private private, I know that you are comrades-in-arms with good feelings, but this is an order, and I promise, the situation you will face next is much more dangerous than her." β
Zhao Yu sighed, caught up with Christine in a few steps, and stuffed the pistol in his hand to her: "Then, take this...... The bullets are full, I still say the same thing, if I find something wrong...... You're welcome, just kill it, even if you try to lose Las Vegas, we'll take you away! β
Christine smiled and nodded, and left with the major officer.
"When the old man said 'we' just now, did he include the two of us?" Hunter, who has not spoken, said, "He is sure that we will act with him in disregard of military orders?" β
Borg shrugged: "The bigger the talk, the better, pickle girl, that's it." β