In the communication channel, there is a busy sound accompanied by the sound of electricity.

The index finger pressed his eyebrows, and Chu Guang, who was sitting in the office of the manager of Vault 79, hung up the video call from Dawn City a little tiredly.

It's been three days since he got Vault 79 clearance.

In order to set up a resurrection point and a temporary base in Vault 79, Chu Guang stayed on the front line to arrange work in the past few days, and did not ride Nico back.

Just ten minutes ago, his little player finally set up a temporary communication base station in the urban area of Ruigu City.

And Chu Guang finally got in touch with the rear, and learned from Luka about Kaliman, as well as the news that the legion was invading Luoxia Province.

Of course he understands the truth of cold lips and teeth.

Once the Legion has taken the province of Luoxia, the southern corridor of the Vale Province will be the front line of the Legion's battle with the Great Rift Valley.

At that point, from Dawn to Dawn and the entire southern part of the River Valley Province, it will be a battlefield.

And all the wealth that players and the inhabitants of the Alliance have created over the past year will also be wiped out in the war.

If it weren't for the Iron Heart on its doorstep, thousands of players in the alliance would have turned into mercenaries and rushed to the front line to fight the Legion.

Just as Chu Guang was about to discuss countermeasures with Vanus, the communication that had just been restored for less than ten minutes was suddenly interrupted.

Footsteps could be heard outside the hallway.

Before the doorbell rang, Chu Guang opened the activity door of the office, and unexpectedly saw a long silver-white hair.

Standing at the door of the office, Hea complained with a depressed face.

"I'm sending a copy of this data back to the Alliance's servers, but I just suddenly lost speed, what the hell happened?"

Chu Guang didn't answer immediately, but glanced at the VM, only to see that the light blue pop-up window was just flickering with the report from the player.

[Tail: Giao!We are under enemy artillery attack!] 【Tail: Sir!】 The balloon floated away! (A)] From these two lines of information, we can get a general idea of what just happened.

Sighing and closing the pop-up window, Chu Guang briefly answered Heya's inquiry.

"Probably the source of the signal was located... The Legion's airship fired several shots at the makeshift communications device we had just deployed. ”

Putting away her complaining expression, Hea asked with a worried expression.

"Huh? That... Are people alright? “

"There's still news, it should be fine."

There are many bunkers in the city, and unless subnuclear weapons such as cloudburst shells are used, artillery damage is limited.

For the Iron Heart, this is "behind enemy lines" after all, far from the supply lines, and their shells are obviously not rich enough to bomb them indiscriminately without distress.

Estimating that the other party would probably send ground troops over to confirm the damage, Chu Guang issued a new order to the players on the mission to evacuate from the vicinity of the shelling area.

Although long-distance communication has not been restored, short-distance communication is still no problem.

It is difficult to pinpoint the specific location of the weak signal, and the most that the other side knows is that there is a person, but it is difficult to accurately judge that the person is there.

"It's good that people are okay..."

Scratching the back of her head, Heya was embarrassed to continue urging, so she changed the topic and continued to talk about other things.

"By the way, while searching the servers of this Vault, I stumbled upon something interesting that should be of interest to you."

"What's that?" Chu Guang raised his eyebrows curiously.

His Xiaoqi had just been connected to this place for less than ten minutes before he was disconnected, and he hadn't done a full scan of the Vault's servers for the time being.

This sanctuary has already had enough surprises for him.

So after hearing Heya use the word "interesting" to describe his discovery, he was immediately interested.

Looking at the expression on Chu Guang's face, the corners of Heya's mouth curled up into a smug smile, and she continued in a pleasant tone.

"I found a set of exoskeleton drawings for the Claw of Death in the private database of a researcher with the designation A-7274, and while the item was not included in the Vault Research Subject Catalog, the drawings were surprisingly complete, almost acceptable... I'll send it to you directly. “

As she spoke, Heya stretched out her index finger and tapped twice on the VM's screen, and quickly shared the data to Chu Guang's VM.

Chu Guang opened the file and took a look at it, and found that it was a three-dimensional model containing the parameters of each part. There are hundreds of parts in it, and the complexity is roughly between the "miner" and the "five-style".

Give this drawing to Xiaoqi, it will not be difficult to make a prototype through a magnetic confinement cutting machine, as for the industrial mass production, if you omit some configurations, it should not be difficult to imitate a beggar's version.

Although this set of equipment is still on the drawing paper, the designer of the equipment still gave it a name that quite fits the identity of Swan's Claw, Hunter!

Looking at Chu Guang, who was interested, Heya, who was standing on the side, continued.

"The body of Deathclaw grows very quickly, and it can develop from a cub to a height of one meter and a half in a year, and will reach 2~2.5 meters after five months, entering adulthood."

Therefore, this exoskeleton focuses on the adaptability of the equipment, strengthens the ductility of each structure, and can be worn by adult individuals with a spine length of 2~4 meters. However, the exoskeleton armor covers a slight lack of area, and can only protect the wearer's head and chest. ”

"My guess is that the researchers here probably designed an exoskeleton specifically for the Claw of Death because they thought it would be difficult to manipulate the tools originally designed for the human body after transplanting their consciousness into the Deathclaw."

It is also easy to understand why the program was abandoned.

Even if Heya didn't mention it, Chu Guang would probably be able to guess it.

Just look at the Mother of Deathclaws outside.

As long as the serum is injected, the growth will not stop, and no matter how perfect the equipment design is, it will accompany them for more than ten years or even a few years at most.

Compared to the endless lifespan, this time is just a sneeze.

Due to the different growth rates of various tissues and bones in the body, the idea of enlarging the exoskeleton in equal proportions is also not feasible and can only be redesigned for different life stages.

Therefore, the idea of mechanical enhancement was simply abandoned.

"Not bad... This set of equipment is just right for our wolf cavalry. Chu Guang nodded with satisfaction and archived the drawings, intending to pass them on to Xiao Qi after the communication was restored.

"Wolf cavalry?"

"There's a research project going on in the Army, and we plan to create a cavalry unit that can move quickly... Although it sounds a bit outdated to say this in 2341, we plan to give it a try," Chu Guang replied casually, "Don't worry, the war is left to us, you don't have to worry about this." ”

Hea nodded as if she didn't understand.

She didn't know much about war.

However, she knew in her heart that if the alliance lost, she would no longer be able to focus on the research she was interested in as much as she was now.

"Anyway, if only I could help. I'll go back to the lab first, you guys...... Come on. “

When she reached the door, she stopped and suddenly made a joke in a coconut tone.

"By the way, that sentence just now sounds quite secure."

Without waiting for him to answer.

The sound of light footsteps walked down the hallway.

The urban area of Seogok City.

The spring commander, who is prostrate on the roof of a residential building, is holding a telescope and looking at the billowing smoke that gradually dissipates in the distance.

Next to him was the abandoned water tank, diagonally diagonally to the stairwell, which he was now in a position that was not directly visible to the airship.

The ghost hunter lying on the grave next to him also held a telescope in his hand, staring in the same direction as the spring water brother.

He was killed by the Battlefield a few days ago, and only came back from a parachute jump in the past two days.

Although the Warfield said on the forum that he had helped him "destroy the corpse and destroy the traces", he still stayed away from the front line and followed the spring commander for the sake of safety.

Based on past experience, it will be fine to follow this old Gou coin.

The only fly in the ointment is that he's a little bored, and this guy will hardly show up on the front line unless it's a last resort.

And even if it does, it basically won't do it.

Like now.

Not to mention exoskeletons.

This guy didn't even have a gun.

It's really boring, and the grave ghost can't help but ask.

"Are you sure the Legion will come?"

Izumi replied after a moment's thought.

"More than eighty percent probability."

"Then why hasn't there been any movement at all?"

Annoyed by the question, the spring gave him a roll of the eye.

"Someone else comes over and doesn't want time? Don't rush, just wait. “

The voice just fell.

Sure enough, there was movement in the streets in the distance.

I saw a group of heavily armed soldiers cautiously surrounding the blast area, covering each other to break through the collapsed wall.

Naturally, the soldiers in black robes were in the back, urging the cannon fodder to enter the wreckage of the building.

Looking at the ghostly figures, the old ghost's face suddenly appeared with a surprised expression, and he muttered in surprise.

"Damn, the Legion is really here."

"With such a large signal power, if I were the commander on the other side, I would also send someone to take a look."

On the other side, it should be that communication base station as their headquarters.

Thinking silently in his heart, Quan Shui stared intently at the group of soldiers on the street in the distance, carefully observing their equipment and staffing, and according to the reconnaissance of these days, he had basically figured out the attendance pattern of the legion.

If it is a normal duty mission, the Aerospace Marine Corps will send a team of about ten to act together with a team of 100 people from the army.

The former is often responsible for supervising and supporting the battle, while the latter is responsible for charging, sweeping the building, finding the way, and breaking the rear... In short, they are tasks with high mortality rates.

However, if it is aimed at the encirclement and suppression of guerrillas, it will often dispatch three or more regular army 100 teams to cooperate with more than five 100 regular army teams.

According to the intelligence of the war brother, the number of survivors in the deciduous camp is close to 20,000, and the size of the Hu Congjun has also expanded from the initial 500 to 2,000.

If it weren't for the fact that the organizational system of the deciduous camp had not yet been built, the legion would have been eager to issue a disembowel to all young men who could carry guns.

Due to the lack of dogs who can fight, the current promotion speed of grassroots officers in the army is like riding a rocket.

By the way, the Battlefield is now the strongest contender for the Commander.

After all, he was a centurion personally promoted by General McClown, and not only had he hunted the Claws of Death, but he was the only one who had won the battle against the company's guerrillas on a frontal battlefield.

And most of the players who mixed in with him also got into the position of the junior officers like the Ten-Commander.

Confirming that the Battlefield Guy was not in this group, the Grave Ghost said eagerly.

"Do you want to surprise them?"

"It's too close to the airships, and their guns are already aimed at the city," the Commander of the Springs looked up at the sky, thought for a moment and continued, "Wait until it's dark." ”

Just now, he suddenly thought of a good idea.

I heard that the brothers of the Death Corps have recently captured a lot of garbage kings, and they have also bought a new batch of new equipment that Goblin Technology helped create.

Just give them a chance to try their skills...

Night.

A group of black-robed soldiers marched through the darkness.

About ten hours ago, they destroyed a base station in the city, and just after dark, a new high-power signal source was located in the city.

Without any hesitation.

As the coordinates were sent to the gun position, the artillery group on standby immediately fired three rounds of 100mm guns at the target, a total of nine shells to take a bath in the area where the signal source was located.

At the risk of being bombed, this radio station was also set up, and the other side obviously had something important to communicate with the rear.

Whether it was asking for reinforcements or reporting from the front, they didn't intend to give the other side a chance to speak.

Rachel passed the command command to the Fallen Leaf Camp.

Soon a team of 100 of the Wastelanders was assembled, and they joined up with the 10-man team sent by the Air Marines, and drove mightily into the city shrouded in night.

"Why don't we just serve them with cannonballs, and they must go over and take a look?"

Looking around at the dark buildings around him, the black-robed soldiers couldn't help but whisper to the commander beside him as they marched forward vigilantly.

It's not a good idea to go into town after dark.

Any window here could hide the muzzle of a gun.

The officer who walked in the ranks simply repeated the order with a blank face.

"The artillery has already been blown up once, the signal source has been weakened, but it has not been completely interrupted, and it is suspected that there is reinforcement of blast bunkers. We'll have to go over and see what was blown up and if there's anyone alive there. ”

As he spoke, the officer looked at the pangolin beside him.

"Take a few of you to the front to scout."

"Yes!"

As a cannon fodder with professional qualities, the battlefield atmosphere group responded cleanly and consciously walked in front.

Not only that, but he also pulled in several henchmen he had cultivated, including the young man named Li Ba at the beginning.

"You guys, follow me!"

Everyone who was called to take the lead was all with bitter melon faces, but they still reluctantly followed behind the "pangolin".

Looking at their expressions, the Battlefield Atmosphere Team smiled inwardly, but did not explain.

There is no need to explain at all, and for a moment these people will naturally thank themselves.

As for the others.

Just ask for more blessings.

War, how can there be immortals.

Walking at the front of the line with his men, the Battlefield quickly approached the building that had just been baptized by artillery.

It used to be a shopping mall, only five stories high, and the steel dome was entwined with verdant vines, but now it has collapsed along with the broken steel bar.

Looking at the area in the open-air mall, Li Ba, who was following him, was holding his rifle tightly, and he only felt that his legs and stomach kept shaking.

Swallowing a mouthful of sleep foam, he nervously glanced at the centurion next to him, the werewolf named Pangolin.

“… Shall we go in? “

The Warfield didn't bother to explain to him, just said it briefly.

"Follow me in a moment."

Li Ba immediately nodded.

Although he couldn't say the specific reason, his intuition told him that as long as he followed the guy in front of him, he could survive.

After passing through the security channel at the main entrance and entering the mall, the battlefield atmosphere team glanced around left and right with a gun, and couldn't help but smack their tongues.

". These big noses are pretty accurate. ”

The previous rounds of shells had almost unerringly passed through the roof of the mall and landed in the middle of the wide patio, blowing the neighborhood to pieces.

According to the information verified by the Storm Corps with their lives, the Legion can locate the location of the radio signal, but the accuracy of the location is not clear.

Now, the Battlefield can almost be sure that the big noses' positioning technology can be almost accurate to a point on the map for radio signals in a specific power range within 20 kilometers.

Walking towards the center of the explosion, the Warfield searched carefully, and soon found a backpack that had fallen from the fifth floor next to a pile of scattered shopping carts.

The backpack was made of plain linen and contained a radio station and solid-state hydrogen batteries, in addition to a walkie-talkie strapped to duct tape, and repeated the pre-recorded recordings intermittently in a faint voice.

That's where the signal comes from.

It is also a radio bait prepared by the spring water brother.

Leaning over to take a look, Li Ba, who was following him closely, couldn't help but ask.

"What's going on inside?"

Although the walkie-talkie kept talking loudly, he couldn't understand what was being said.

The Warfield replied casually.

"I don't know."

As a double agent of the alliance, of course he can understand that what is on the walkie-talkie is Mr. Zhao's cross talk, which has just finished broadcasting "Selling Abduction", and then "Teasing You".

The only uncertainty now is whether Ironheart will be able to listen to the radio.

If he could, he would probably be able to imagine it.

A group of electronic warfare officers sat at a table, listening intently to the cross talk, racking their brains to analyze the information that might be hidden inside.

No way. …

It's a double agent of the Alliance, so I can't laugh at this time.

The battlefield guy couldn't hold back a dry cough to hide the laughter that leaked from his mouth, took off the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder, and read the lines he had memorized to the officers outside.

"The first floor is safe, enemy radio stations were found ... Packed in a backpack, it should have fallen from upstairs, do you need to continue searching upstairs? “

And the officer who was on guard outside also quickly came with an expected answer.

"Keep searching!"

"Roger!"

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and the battlefield guy hung up the communication, turned to look at several henchmen behind him, cleared the noise and ordered.

"Start your search from the second floor, carefully inspect every corner, and don't let go of any suspicious clues!"

"Action!"

While the Battlefield was exploring the second floor with his henchmen, the streets outside the mall were silent.

Seeing that there was no movement in the building at all, the officers standing outside could probably see that the people inside were either dead or had withdrawn.

Seeing that there was probably no battle to fight tonight, he simply took out a cigarette from his pocket and struck a match and lit it.

Spicy smoke pokes out of the nostrils.

He was about to glance at the time on his watch.

However, at this moment, he caught a glimpse of amber pupils hidden in the darkness by the moonlight sprinkled on the street.

A hissing murmur wafted in.

The crant monster on the wall was staring straight in his direction, its amber pupils filled with a thirst for killing and blood.

The officer's face lost its color for a moment, and the sparkling cigarette butt fell from the stiff lip, shattering the ashes.

Especially when he found out that it wasn't a pair at all.

It's a group of one

"It's a dead claw!"

The officer tore open the door and roared loudly, reaching for his rifle and pulling the trigger first.

"Prepare for Fight One!"

Almost as the words fell, the claws of death with their swords on the walls and rooftops roared and rushed towards the soldiers guarding the streets outside the mall.

The tranquility of the streets was instantly shattered by the sound of firecrackers, and the flickering flames reflected the faces distorted by fear.

It's not just the claws of death that terrify them.

It's those claws of death who ride people on their backs!

Not only did those men tie themselves to the claws of death in the utmost savage, but they also held a variety of weapons in their hands.

Some are rifles, some are trolls, and some are supposed to be grenades or something like that.

Before colliding with the Claws of Death, the soldiers guarding the street had been blown on their backs by a preemptive round of grenades and grenades.

In just a few breaths, the group of cavalry who "flew off the wall" had already rushed close to them, and the hot breath even blew on their faces.

And at this moment, the soldiers of the First Legion really realized what fear and cruelty were.

These bloodthirsty beasts are almost invincible in the fight at the limit, often just a wave of their claws, a bloody storm and severed limbs.

Both the wastelanders and the black-robed soldiers were frantically harvested in the fear of death, unable to put up effective resistance at all, so they scattered and fled into the buildings.

The crowd in the mall apparently heard the commotion outside.

Looking at the chaos on the street outside the window, Li Ba's face was full of fear, and the rifle in his hand was already aimed at a galloping cavalryman,

However, he couldn't muster up the courage to pull the trigger.

At that moment, a hand reached from the side, grabbed the barrel of his gun, and gently pulled it back from the window.

Li Ba turned his head and saw that it was his centurion, and a surprised expression appeared on his face.

"Don't shoot those monsters, we're no match for them...", making a silent gesture, the battlefield guy glanced out the window,

He said in a deep voice, "You hide here, I will find a way to rescue our chief"

There was chaos in the streets.

Gunshots could be heard before, but now all that remains is screams and wails, as well as horrific severed limbs and blood.

The methods of these beasts are extremely cruel.

In order to feast on their live prey, they almost do not kill their prey, but after the opponent is completely incapacitated, they quickly run to the next end without delay.

Since the two sides had already started a hand-to-hand firefight, the airship watching from the sky could only be in a hurry, and there was no way to support it at all.

In just two minutes, the hundred-man team of Hu Cong's army suffered heavy casualties, and the ten-man team of the legion was almost wiped out.

Seeing that there were no more targets to raid on the streets, the cavalry retreated from the battlefield without delay, just as they had suddenly rushed out.

Looking at the ghosts that scattered into the darkness one by one, the officer who was dragged into the mall by a servant still had a frightened expression.

Gasping for breath, he looked down at the blood on his chest, then at the centurion named Pangolin next to him, and gratefully squeezed a word out of his mouth.

"Thank you..."

The Battlefield didn't speak.

The main thing is the fear of revealing the horse's feet.

Finally, the officer took a deep breath and calmly made his judgment.

"We've got to get out of here...

The Warfield asked in a low voice as he glanced at the wailing soldiers and servants outside.

"What about the wounded?"

A hint of unbearability flashed in the officer's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by fierceness.

"They... Already dead. ”

I didn't expect the company to be able to drive the xenomorph warfare hopper, which is a bit unacceptable to be different from the information they have.

In particular, he couldn't be sure how many of the claws of death were hidden in the city on the other side of the city. In such a situation, it would be impossible for the command to approve support.

Hearing the officer's answer, the battlefield guy sighed in his heart.

It's a pity...

After the remaining ground forces withdrew, the Iron Heart delivered area fire towards the city, and the cannon rang out for more than ten minutes.

General McLen, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bridge, stared at the city lit up by artillery fire, his expressionless face full of gloom.

He always had a delusion.

The longer they stay here, the more corporate soldiers they kill, and the stronger their opponents become, rather than being weakened.

First the planes that flew faster than the cannonballs, and now the cavalry charging on the claws of death, the opposite side made more and more outrageous moves, and their advantages became less and less obvious, how many reinforcements did the company send here.

Or was his intelligence skewed from the start?

The staff officer standing on the side reported in a deep voice.

"The signal source. It seems to be a decoy set by the other party. “

"Just now, we detected more sources in the city, from different areas, and in different frequency bands, and we could listen to their calls, but we couldn't parse what language they were using."

General McLaan was about to speak.

However, just then, an officer walked to the door of the bridge.

"Report! A communication request from General Griffin! ”

McLaan said with a blank face.

"Connect to the conference room and ask him to wait for me for two minutes."

"Yes!" The officer answered, turned and trotted away from the bridge.

Leaving command to the adjutant for the time being, McLaan then turned away from the bridge and headed to the conference room upstairs.

There was a table in the conference room, and in the center of the table was a silver-white machine, and when General McLaan nodded, the officer standing in the door immediately withdrew from the room.

The overhead light is turned off.

It was dark in the conference room.

However, pale blue particles of light float from the central device of the conference table, relighting the space. A short time later, a man about forty or fifty years old appeared in a hologram.

The bridge of his nose was raised, his face was resolute, and the aura on his body was like that of a lion, but his eyes were very similar to those of a fox.

Looking at this face in the hologram, a trace of boredom appeared in McLene's eyes,

However, after all, the guy had one more star on his shoulder than himself, so he still took the initiative to give a military salute, and said patiently after the other party returned the salute.

"What's the matter?"

"Be glad a little, that's good news," the man in the hologram smiled faintly and continued quietly, "Your Excellency the Legion Commander has adjusted our deployment in the Luoxia Province, and now we have officially intervened in the war between the Falcon Kingdom and the Desert Kings.

As the main battle faction, this is indeed a happy thing.

Only by expanding the territory of the legion can it be accomplished, and only war can plunder more wealth, land, and slaves.

However, at this moment, there was not much joy on McLen's face.

Obviously, the biggest credit has been snatched away by the man in front of him, and when he goes back, he won't even have a mouthful of soup left.

As if to read the look on the captain's face, Griffin continued in a gentle tone.

"I was going to wait for you to come back before we started the next step, but we were unexpectedly attacked by corporate reinforcements. Until the desert dwellers get support from the East Coast, we'll have to strike first. Of course, I'm sure you've heard about it from other places. ”

Clearing the noise, the man standing in the hologram continued.

"Now, I ask you to carry out a new order and immediately set off for the Nine Desert to support the ground forces of the Falcon Kingdom! Hopefully, you haven't wasted your ammo, and there are at least two tough battles ahead of you before you get back to Hong Kong to resupply. ”

"Reinforcements from the enterprise?!"

Didn't listen to the second half of Griffin's sentence at all, and the moment McClen heard the first half of the sentence, his face was obviously surprised or incredulous!

The composure he had made could no longer be maintained, and he slammed his hands on the table, and couldn't help but raise the volume of his speech.

"It can't be!"

"The reinforcements of the enterprise have been pressed to the south of the province of the river valley, and our airships have been blocking this plain! I'm sure that since the last sentence of this month, there hasn't been a team... Even if it's a caravan entering the desert from here. “

"And, if you're in the crosshairs of corporate reinforcements, who are the ones fighting us?!"

A chuckle was heard from within the communication channel.

There was some irritating irony in that voice.

"Who knows?"

"Probably an indigenous."

(I have to hang water for two days and go for a while, so the doctor is already familiar with me...) )

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