The cold bayonet slapped twice in the face.

Wabu, who was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, knew that he couldn't hide, and finally opened his eyes helplessly.

"Don't Shoot......"

He slowly moved his hands to the sides of his head, palms facing upwards to indicate that he had no weapons.

The soldier with the rifle didn't talk nonsense with him, just kicked the rifle next to him and looked at him coldly and said a word.

"Get up."

Wabu did so, scrambled up from the ground, clasped the back of his head in his hands, and followed the soldier toward the New Alliance's position.

A few hours earlier, a drone had overturned the tank of Centurion Bagro, and he was knocked unconscious on the spot while charging with the armored formation.

The brothers around him suffered heavy casualties, and those who did not die were missing arms and legs, and wolves were crying and howling.

He's lucky.

Perhaps because of his awakening, he had only suffered a few skin wounds, and by the time Beartooth led a thousand men to the heights, he had already woken up.

However, Wab did not immediately get up from the ground.

Especially when he watched the brothers in front of him roll down the mountain one by one, he simply continued to close his eyes and pretend to be dizzy, fearing that he would be pushed up to fill in the line.

As soon as these two eyes were closed, I fell asleep without paying attention. When he awoke again, the brothers who had rushed up the hill just now had already begun to flee down the mountain......

Pointed at bayonets and holding his head in his hands, Wabu finally set foot on this impassable height, but as a prisoner.

There are quite a few people stationed here.

The new coalition fortified the positions, some prisoners were sent to dig artillery pits, and others squatted tremblingly in the potholed clearing.

When he saw those men digging in the earth, Wab's heart couldn't help but tremble.

Could it be that the new alliance intends to bury them?

But he thought about it, it didn't make sense, after all, even if he had to be buried, he wouldn't be buried on the ground, and he would have to be buried at the foot of the slope.

The hill to the north was also a campfire, and it seemed that the large forces of the New Alliance had taken it.

Sneaking a glance at Wabu behind him, he couldn't help but feel a trace of despair in his heart, and began to regret why he listened to those rumors and ran to join the Chewing Bone Tribe.

There is no endless wine to drink and meat to eat, no more charming female prisoners and no more treasures.

In the past six months, all he saw was rat droppings all over the ground, rotten wood floating in the gutter, and unpalatable green wheat and croissants...... In the Bugra Free State, these things are rubbish stuff that only slaves and waste pickers eat.

He is here to make a fortune, not to be cannon fodder.

The situation here is so bad, he said that he would not come!

"Go over there and squat."

Hearing the voice behind him, Wabu, whose thoughts were interrupted, did not dare to resist anything, and walked over honestly and crouched next to the other captives.

Here, he saw many acquaintances.

A marauder, also from the Free State of Bugra, looked at him in surprise and whispered.

“…… Wab? You're alive? ”

Wabu whispered in embarrassment.

"I was blown unconscious and woke up...... What's going on with you? ”

There was a bitter expression on the man's face.

"We rushed to the high ground, but suffered heavy losses, and the new coalition quickly launched a counterattack, and the mountains were full of people ......"

In ten minutes, he recounted the events of the battlefield. Including the "artillery" flying overhead, and the trenches that smelled of barbecue......

Wab broke out in a cold sweat as he listened.

At this moment, an officer suddenly walked over.

The man who was telling the story immediately shut up, and the others stopped whispering to each other.

The officer spoke to the soldier guarding the captive, and soon a soldier strode up to the captive.

"We need two prisoners here, it's a task personally assigned by the manager, and if you behave well, you can reduce your sentence, and if anyone voluntarily comes forward."

The captives looked at each other, and none of them dared to step forward, but shrank back timidly, for fear that this particular task would be to go to the hot pot or be harvested.

After all, they can do this kind of thing themselves.

Wabu was equally scared, but when he heard that his sentence could be commuted, he couldn't help but swallow his spit and raised his hand tremblingly.

"I ......"

The officer, who was standing next to the soldier, looked at him.

"Name."

"Wab." Wabu replied quickly.

"The descendant of the Golden Fang?"

"No......" Wab said nervously, "I ...... Originally from the Free State of Bugra, he was previously a bounty hunter. ”

The officer nodded, didn't say anything, drew two strokes in the notebook, and then beckoned cleanly.

"Follow me."

……

Although the battle ended before noon, the cleaning of the battlefield continued until the sun went down.

Not all of the marauders simply threw up their hands in surrender, and some hid in the pine forest, or simply lay down under the dead and pretended to be dead.

Chu Guang handed over the task of cleaning up the battlefield to the Second Corps and some rookie corps below LV5.

Most of these legions are relatively young and don't even have the maximum number of recruits, but there are some potential players among them.

Whether or not they come in handy now, it's worth cultivating.

As for the main army, Chu Guang took them to the mountains to the north to transform the positions of the marauders and at the same time take over the supplies they had hoarded there.

A total of 30 trucks were captured during the battle, including the supplies contained in these trucks.

These trucks are the standard transport vehicles of the Legion Expeditionary Force, with a mid-mounted high-horsepower pot camel machine, which is slightly stronger in load and off-road than the "electric mule" independently developed by the new alliance, and the cost of use is also lower, but the relative maneuverability is poor, and the noise is touching.

This kind of truck is suitable for large-scale long-distance transportation, such as inter-provincial running merchants, Chu Guang plans to divide half of it to the merchant union, and keep the rest for repairs as a strategic reserve.

In addition to the trucks, the most surprising thing for Chu Guang was that ten of the twenty-seven Conquistadors could still be repaired!

And the remaining wreckage that cannot be repaired, except for major accidents such as the explosion of the ammunition rack or the fire of the oil pipe, can more or less dismantle the turret or engine and recover.

As for the captured "Ripper" rifles, "Falcon" assault rifles, Pu-9 submachine guns, Iron Fist bazookas, shotguns, light and heavy machine guns, 60mm mortars...... and other infantry equipment, and even more piled up in two warehouses.

This was enough to arm half a division's equipment and supplies, and now all of them were filled with the arsenal of the New Alliance.

While players are reluctant to use these bullets for their hard-to-get miscellaneous equipment, it's also great to sell it as a trade item to the survivor settlements in the Eastern Provinces.

After all, not everyone likes the high tech of a business.

Some equipment that is powerful, durable, and easy to maintain is far more useful than high-tech weapons that rely on logistics......

……

Temporary camps.

The entrance to a cavernous warehouse.

Looking at the rifles and ammunition boxes piled up in a hill, as well as the power-based players who were busy loading the loot into the truck, Chu Guang couldn't help but sigh silently in his heart.

"Thank you for nature's bounty!"

It's not just a big victory.

It's just a wave of fat!

“…… It seems that they plan to go south directly after capturing Songlinyu and hit our door in one go. No matter how you calculate it, with their firepower and staffing, these supplies are obviously not prepared for two or three local battles. ”

Vanus, who was following behind Chu Guang, also had surprise written on his face, the amount of equipment, ammunition, and other supplies here far exceeded his expectations.

Piling so many supplies on the front line, it can only be said that their plans are not small.

But halfway through the sentence, Vanus's raised eyebrows furrowed.

“…… But it was not so much a surprise as it was a surprise to me. ”

"Accident?" Chu Guang looked at him and asked curiously.

"Hmm."

Vanus nodded, walked to the door of the warehouse, picked up a rifle with a golden eagle on the butt from the ground, fiddled with it in his hand, and continued.

"The Falcon assault rifle...... The 210,000th team couldn't have such a thing. ”

It's not just the 210,000th team that doesn't.

Neither did the thousand-man team he had brought before.

The Legion does not issue automatic rifles to clones, as that would be a waste, at most some death squads will be issued Pu-9 submachine guns or shotguns in urban warfare or positional warfare, but they will often not be given many bullets.

After all, the clones in batches of three years are just consumables, and their survival time on the battlefield is only 10 minutes, and they don't need to be equipped with extra ammunition at all.

As for fire suppression, it can be handed over to specialized machine gunners.

“…… The backbone of the legion is those citizens who have received military training, and before becoming junior officers, they join the youth army and go to the front line of the battlefield. And this rifle with a golden eagle on the butt is the standard equipment of the youth army, and it is also a proof of their identity. ”

Looking at the rifle in his hand, Vanus's expression was slightly nostalgic and he put it aside. Although he became an officer as soon as he graduated and did not have a resume of service in the Youth Army, he also received a medal when he received his first medal

"It is impossible for the 210,000th Brigade to have this kind of weapon, their main task on the battlefield is to fill in the line, and fortifications and positional warfare are their unique skills."

Chu Guang said thoughtfully.

"Maybe there are other deserters besides the 210,000th Squad who have defected to the Chewing Bone Tribe? For example, a certain thousand-man team of the Youth Army? ”

Or bought from that Bougla Free State.

I heard that in the late war, a large amount of regimental equipment flowed there. Some of this was sold as trophies by the people of the Great Rift Valley, and some of it was sold by the Legion's own logistics officers.

As for doing it yourself, this is very unlikely.

After all, that gilded pattern doesn't hurt bullets.

Even if it is imitated, there is no need to imitate even such superfluous details.

"I can't rule it out, though my intuition tells me it's very unlikely," Vanus thought for a moment, suddenly remembering something, "Speaking of which...... And what about their commanders? ”

Chu Guang's expression was a little subtle.

“…… He's dead. ”

"Dead?" Vanus was stunned.

Chu Guang nodded.

"Well, the left half of his head was blown off, and more than twenty shrapnel were found on his body...... It was supposed to be a 37mm high-explosive shell that fell into the trench. But it was the bear's tooth that was caught, and his subordinate, a man named Tumen, who had previously been the commander of the 210,000-strong team. ”

Speaking of this, Chu Guang was also quite speechless.

The centurion and the thousand-legon he caught before couldn't ask about any key things, and he originally wanted to catch the highest-level question, but he didn't expect to be killed by a stray bullet.

He also wanted to make him a transport captain.

After all, he gave himself so much loot......

After listening to Chu Guang's words, Vanus's face was full of confusion.

Or rather, bewilderment.

A man who had been a deserter once died on a battlefield that did not belong to him, and he thought about it for a long time and didn't understand what that Dillon was trying to do.

Chu Guang didn't understand why that idiot didn't hide in the anti-artillery hole, but compared to this trivial question, he had more important things to consider now.

“…… Regardless of where these weapons came from, I'd like to hear your advice on what's next. ”

Vanus knew what Chu Guang wanted to ask, and replied after thinking for a moment.

"Although we have completely annihilated the five thousand-man teams of the Ya Clan, there are still more than 20,000 looters in Xizhou City. The terrain from the four new districts to the southern part of the city is complicated, and it is difficult to give full play to the advantages of mobility, so it is not a good idea to directly push the battle line into the city and fight street battles with the marauders. ”

"My suggestion is to advance the artillery positions from Qingshi County to the mountain col five kilometers north of Songlinyu, where there are anti-artillery fortifications they have prepared for us."

"If you can solve a problem with shells, you don't need to send people in. In two weeks at the latest, the war could be over. ”

At the end of the day, those guys are nothing more than a bunch of marauders.

The reason why they gathered together was just to gather a group to loot and unleash the instinct of the beast on this wasteland planet where civilization collapsed.

Of the more than 30,000 marauders stationed in Xizhou City, at least two-thirds "came here".

What holds them together is neither faith, nor culture or tradition, nor even blood.

Once you can't continue to win, people's hearts will naturally be dissipated.

Not to mention the heavy setbacks on the frontal battlefield, the continuous casualties, and the complete lack of hope of victory.

A land of marauders?

It was just a dream word.

I'm afraid only the Skull Crusher Golden Fang himself will believe it.

After listening to Vanus's plan, Chu Guang nodded with satisfaction.

Because that's what he thinks, too.

"Looks like we're going to go together."

After a pause, he continued.

"However, this alone is not enough, we must bomb them not only strategically, but also mentally."

"For example?" Vanus asked with interest.

"In addition to aerial bombs and artillery shells, there are also leaflets and broadcasts," Chu Guang smiled faintly, "Not only will we bomb those filthy goblins, but we will also pull their ears and tell them - the undefeated record of the Chewing Bone Tribe has come to an end at our hands, we have routed their most elite troops on the frontal battlefield, and they have no chance of winning against us!" ”

“…… But we are civilized divisions, we will not do senseless massacres, we need people to rebuild the wasteland, and we need people to help take care of prisoners of war. As long as they come to us with leaflets, or ask the local guerrillas to surrender, we will give them a chance to be a new man, and this is their last and only chance. ”

What is a Goblin?

Vanus was stunned and didn't react for a while.

But the idea of dropping leaflets and deploying radio in the city made his eyes light up. He, who had served as a commander of the legion, immediately saw the card's intentions.

Not only did the leaflets demoralize the defenders, but they also disintegrated their organization, leaving the marauders suspicious of each other in the desperation of the city.

They had to endure the shelling of the new coalition while cleaning up the broadcasts deployed by the guerrillas in the city, controlling the rumors and checking whether their own people had "defections" hidden in their pockets.

It probably won't take more than two weeks.

They will be able to see the raiders fleeing and even surrendering in formations......

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the idea was simply wonderful, and Vanus couldn't help but admire.

"That's a good idea...... But most of the marauders are illiterate, and you'll have to take a bit of trouble to make them understand what you've written on paper. ”

Chu Guang smiled and shook his head.

"There is no need to write superfluous nonsense."

"A few simple patterns are enough."

It is true that there is no need to use people to solve problems that can be solved with shells, but shells cost money after all.

Anyway, the war has come to an end, and it is better to save a little if you can save a little, and it is better to print leaflets than to print money.

When this war is over, there will be more places to use money......

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(The nucleic acid was delayed for a while, and the second half was really not finished, counting half of my pigeons, there were four cases on the Wuhan side, and it was on the Wuchang side, and I panicked when I just got rid of the fever...... ）