In the camp.

The gunfire has gradually subsided, and the flames continue to burn.

A Willant soldier was lying on his back on the ground, the body armor in front of him completely shattered, his right leg bleeding profusely from the two gunshot shots, and his expression contorted with pain.

Looking at the power armor passing by, a hint of horror flashed in his eyes, and he quickly pulled out his pistol, aimed at it and pulled the trigger.

However, there was only a click in the chamber of the gun, and the sound of a firing pin pounding in the air.

"Grass—"

With a bloody spit, he threw away the pistol, as if having made up his mind, and with a trembling right hand, he removed a grenade from the body armor and forcefully pulled out the bolt.

A look of madness rose on the face distorted by pain, and the Willant soldier let out a hysterical roar at the power armor.

"Your Majesty Marshal—"

"Bang ——!"

A short gunshot interrupted the last of the Willant soldier's madness.

"You're calling the wrong person."

Putting away the smoking pistol, Lao Bai stretched out his right hand attached to the steel, and picked up the grenade from the side of the hanging hand.

Then hold it firmly.

I saw that the grenade was like a can of Coke, twisted into a ball under the huge pressure, and the detonator, firing pin, delay tube, and so on collapsed from the body of the bullet.

The scrapped grenade was dropped next to the corpse, and the old white head walked in the direction of the meeting place without looking back.

Not far away, on the side of the road, more than a dozen officers squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, their faces as if they were dead.

Four players wearing exoskeletons, standing by and watching them.

Looking at Lao Bai who was coming from here, Ye Shi, who was carrying a sniper rifle, greeted him and scolded.

"These guys are real dogs, the communication equipment has been smashed, and the maps, documents and everything have been burned! We only salvaged a little charred wreckage. ”

"It doesn't matter, whoever burns it will make up for it."

Lao Bai glanced at the row of officers squatting on the ground.

"What about people?"

Ye Shi knew who he was asking, and said with a smile.

"Catch, the guy with the adjutant was about to slip away, and I had been staring at him on the drone for a long time. But he simply voted when he saw that the situation was wrong, which saved me a lot of trouble...... Well, the one on the very edge of the squat. ”

Lao Bai followed Ye Shi's line of sight and saw a bad old man squatting on the ground.

If it weren't for the clothes and the bells and whistles, he wouldn't have recognized this guy as the Legion's Captain-of-the-same level as Dillon, who had previously led the Chewy Bone Tribe.

The hair with a few gray threads was messy, and the deep sunken eye sockets seemed to be inlaid with a gray stone, and there was no luster in sight. And on that wrinkled face, there was no spirit at all, just like an ordinary old man.

"Anyway, why are these people so weak?"

Tempest also had a depressed expression on his face.

"+1, is there really any direct team of 1,000 here?"

It feels like from the time they landed to the present, they haven't even encountered the slightest decent resistance.

I always feel that this fake is in vain.

Lao Bai made a helpless expression, looked at the old man with the highest rank who was squatting on the ground, and asked in a non-standard human language.

"Why are there only so many people here?"

Seeing that the power armor was talking to him, Soft was slightly stunned, looking at him with a stiff expression, and his voice carried a hint of sadness and indignation.

"If you win, you win, why humiliate me in such a knowingly way......"

Several players were stunned.

Lao Bai's face also had a strange expression, and he continued to ask.

"What do you mean?"

Griffin...... It was the guy's order, and he transferred my direct team of 1,000 men to the high ground seventeen kilometers to the south. "He swore in the telegram that the Airborne Forces of the Union would definitely be there. ”

If the team of 1,000 people directly under him was in his hands, how could he not be killed by a group of airborne soldiers who jumped on their faces.

And even if he doesn't win by taking 10,000 steps back, he has a chance to slip away.

Lao Bai and Ye Shi glanced at each other, and saw crying and laughing on each other's faces.

Boy.

I thought I would finally be able to pretend to be hearty this time.

As a result, I made soy sauce again!

Seeing that the man stopped talking, Soft hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask the confusion in his heart.

"I don't understand...... You are here, and who is it that attacked Heights 330? ”

He couldn't figure it out.

If there are also airborne troops over there, there are inevitably too many airborne troops of the alliance.

And two consecutive deliveries, the interval between the front and back is not even an hour......

How many runways did they have to build, how many planes did they have to prepare!

"Death Corps." Lao Bai said casually.

"Dead ...... Death Corps? A blank look appeared on Soft's face.

Not the Burning Corps?

Obviously, the name of the Death Corps has not yet reached the ears of the Legion, but it is only a little famous in the southern part of the River Valley Province.

Lao Bai smiled and continued.

"Well, those guys are also a group of ruthless people, and I even think they're much more ruthless than us in terms of that deadly style of play."

Soft asked anxiously.

"But how did they end up on Heights 330? No way! You must be lying to me! I've studied every road from here to the front! Unless your truck can fly on the ground, it won't take you so long! ”

That's one hundred and fifty kilometers!

On the road with all kinds of twists and turns, the actual length of the road is not enough to double this number!

Where the hell did these guys come from!?

"Why do you have to take the big road, you can't-" Ye Shi looked at this guy strangely, and was about to laugh at him, but was stopped by Lao Bai with a light cough.

"Even if I tell you that they arrived at Heights 330 on foot, I don't think you will believe it," looked at the lonely Soft, and Lao Bai shrugged his shoulders, "It's over anyway, and it doesn't matter to you how you do it." ”

……

The Iron Heart, on the bridge.

Chu Guang, who was quietly waiting for the results of the battle, finally waited for the first good news from the front line.

“…… The front command post of the 40,000th Legion has been taken! Captain Soft and his adjutants, staff officers and other officers have been controlled! We have seized maps and a large number of documents from the command tent, but many of them have been burned. ”

Listening to Lao Bai's report, Chu Guang nodded approvingly.

"Good job."

Lao Bai said respectfully.

"Request next instructions!"

Chu Guang glanced at the holographic map unfolded in front of him, pondered for a moment and then ordered.

"Garrison the defense on the spot, and arrange a few people to count the spoils."

Lao Bai replied cleanly.

"Yes!"

The highest command post at the front was terminated.

This means that the entire defense line from No. 40 to No. 49, all logistics hubs and support positions within a depth of 150 kilometers back have all lost the dispatch and coordination of the command and command system, and even their locations have been exposed on the map.

The 40,000-strong squad was basically scrapped.

The Iron Heart, which was a mobile command post, was able to smoothly and safely drive into the strategic depth that originally belonged to the 40,000-strong team, and continued to move forward.

The only weakness of this big guy is its propellers.

This thing is extremely troublesome to repair, and it is the only power system of this airship. Once it breaks down at the front line, even if the legion can't help the deflection shield for a while, it will become quite troublesome.

Looking at the arrows on the strategic map, Chu Guang couldn't help but sigh with emotion in his heart.

It's just over nine o'clock in the evening.

In less than 12 hours since the offensive was in full swing, they not only broke a team of 10,000 people, but also advanced the front 150 kilometers.

No matter which world it is put in, this achievement is enough to become a miracle in military history.

“…… Originally, our plan was to have the paratroopers cooperate with the armored forces to attack the fortification, but now it is a tank chasing the paratroopers. ”

Vanus, who was standing aside, did not speak.

To be honest, he was surprised.

While it's not uncommon for plans to fail to keep up with change, it's rare that things go too well and need to be more radically adjusted.

According to the original offensive plan of Plan 3, the coalition would complete the first phase of the offensive in one day, taking position No. 40, and on the third day, the second phase would be launched to attack high ground No. 330, which was only seventeen kilometers from the enemy's command post.

As a result, no one expected the battle to go so smoothly, and it only took them one day to complete the second phase of the campaign.

Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and tapped it on the holographic screen.

There is no news on Heights 330, but judging from the aerial footage of the drone sent by Xiaoqi, there are only sporadic fires left on the heights.

The battle there is basically over.

On the other side, compared to the smooth sailing of the ground forces, the goblin corps, which was entangled with the legion's flying formation, was lagging behind.

Although the pilots who flew the W-2 were highly skilled, the gap in hardware could not be bridged in a short period of time.

The Legion's "Hawk" fighter has been in service in Luoxia Province for eight years or more, while the W-2 attack aircraft has not even been able to go from development to production for a year.

And that's counting the time the goblin legion's engineers spent "archaeologically" in another world.

While subsequent improvements incorporate some of the new technologies provided by Vault 101, the technological leadership of one or two parts alone has too limited impact on the overall performance of the equipment.

Although production and technology are always mentioned together, in fact they are two dimensional things.

Looking at the only five W-2 attack planes left on the screen, Chu Guang opened his mouth and ordered.

"The Iron Heart folded its anchor chain and headed one hundred and fifty kilometers."

"Also, inform the Goblin Corps that their mission has been completed, let them come back quickly."

Xiao Qi's energetic voice soon came from his ears.

"Good master!"

I don't know what the situation is on Luo Yu's side yet.

Neither the "Lingyun" of the Alliance nor the "Sabre" of the Legion was not on the shipborne radar of the Iron Heart from the very beginning.

Now it's out of range of communication.

This kind of "one kilometer per second" battle, standing still and watching it is a fairy fight, and it is not strange to fight and fight to the next province.

Without satellites, Chu Guang can only vaguely perceive that the player is probably still alive through the management system.

“…… If he is found to be back in range of communication, he is notified to return to the ground airfield. ”

Xiaoqi: "Roger!" ”

……

Heights 330.

Flames burned in the potholed positions, and corpses and black blood mixed with dirt were scattered around the broken sandbag walls.

Shaking off the blood from the sapper's shovel, the edge paddled to glance at the bloody corpse that had fallen to the ground, and couldn't bear to look away.

This model is a bit redundant.

Every time he cleaned the battlefield, he couldn't help but think of the fires he had traversed.

The suffocating air was exactly the same.

In contrast, he still enjoys the casual exploration of the game, but those pleasures are based on peace.

Somebody has to do these things.

A strange thought popped into his mind.

If the operator keeps its promise not to delete and reset, and they, the closed beta players, will finish all the battles before the open beta, and the dog planner can't make a new life if he wants to break his head, then can this game still be called "Wasteland Online"?

Let's get off the book

Or will it simply change the name-

Like "Brave New World" or something.

At this time, a teammate's voice came from the side, retracting his gradually drifting thoughts.

"Damn, it's over!"

With a rifle in hand, Laplace walked over to this side.

The miner's exoskeleton he wore earlier was gone, probably broken and thrown away. In any case, it is fortunate that there was no martyrdom.

As for his mounts.

Before, he suddenly lost control when he was halfway uphill and was made up by himself.

"Where's Big Eye?" Edge paddling asked.

Laplace smiled and said: "The sheep bag seems to have seen him again, and this goods went up with the sprouts to give away the heads, but the sprouts he brought rushed up, and he himself was lying halfway up the mountain." ”

The edge paddled and coughed dryly.

"Bullets don't grow eyes...... Normal. ”

With the rifle on his shoulder, Laplace grinned and continued.

"How so? Keep going, or defend where you are? ”

Edge paddling thought for a moment.

"Wait for them."

The battle lasted a full hour.

Although it succeeded in taking 330 heights, the casualties of the Death Corps were also not small.

After all, it's low and high.

More than 60 percent of the 500 feints of infantry were killed or wounded, 120 of the 500 wolf riders were killed, and 78 of the dead claws were killed.

Most of them are Claws of Death without an exoskeleton equipped, and the strafing of the quadruple cannon with flesh and blood is still a bit reluctant.

In addition, due to the loss of control of the telepathic interference device due to EMP, some players have to kill their mounts.

At this time, Yang Youbao, who had led the feint attack group before, also came over and reported the situation of cleaning up the battlefield.

"Four mortars, an anti-aircraft gun, two light machine guns and a small amount of ammunition were captured...... What about the Command Quarter? Is there a new order? ”

Before the edge of the paddling could speak, Laplace on the side complained.

"The VM is all white, there's a ghost command...... Damn, these people are quite hot! It doesn't look like it's short of ammunition. ”

The sheep scratched the back of his head again.

"Is the supply being refilled?"

Edge paddling said with a smile.

"That's not it, it's not normal for the elite division to have a little more base ammunition than the line filler, and our ammunition is not twice as high as that of the infantry of the Lion Kingdom."

But then again, these Willantes are indeed ruthless enough, and none of them surrendered.

The commander boss not only refused to surrender, but also had no intention of retreating at all, and fought to the end with his own personal guards.

Both in terms of combat effectiveness and morale, this unit was completely different from the ones they had encountered in Oasis 9 before.

"It seems to be on fire in the north," Laplace said, glancing at the north side of the Heights, where there were flickering flames.

"It should be the headquarters of the 40,000 troops," Edge Paddled pulled out his binoculars and looked at it, "I saw that the goblin regiment seemed to be covering the transport plane to go over there." ”

If nothing else, it should be the Burning Corps.

There are those ruthless people who make a move, even if they are directly under the thousand-person team, they must not be their opponents.

At this moment when they were cleaning up the battlefield, eighty percent of the fighting over there was over.

The sheep smacked his tongue with envy.

"Damn, those guys are getting ahead again."

"After all, it's the son of the dog planner." Laplace also had an envious look on his face.

"Don't say that," Edge Paddle smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "We are a unit, each with its own division of labor, and there is no one who comes first." ”

The Skeleton Corps, which was originally the main force of the attack of Plan 3, was still stuck in traffic on the road at this time, and the two infantry teams had already done all the work for them.

If you really want to say it, it's more unlucky to be Brother Mole......

……

Forward bases.

Transport planes dragged the broken fuselage back to the airport.

The ground crew waiting next to the runway quickly surrounded them.

Looking at the pigman pilot who jumped from the cabin, a young man in overalls couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart and asked more.

"How's the situation at the front? Is it still going well? ”

Although this pilot has a somewhat "vicious" appearance, they have worked together for so long, and the ground staff here have long been accustomed to it.

And after getting along for a while, he found that this pigman pilot had an unexpectedly good personality and was a very good talker.

Sure enough, the pilot answered his question.

"Win."

"Really?!"

Looking at the young man with a happy face, he said with a smile on his face.

"Then can I lie to you? The entire 40,000-strong squad was wiped out by us, and when we got past Heights 330, it was up to them to see if they were fast on two legs or our tanks were fast...... It's too much trouble to say, you can read the newspaper yourself in a few days! ”

Hearing the good news from the front line, the faces of the ground crew showed joyful expressions.

It can be seen that these survivors in the desert hate those big noses.

Some waved their fists excitedly, others whistled excitedly, cheered and ran to tell the others the news of the victory.

Just when the unprofessional anti-steamed bun was wondering if he was blowing the cowhide too big, Xinghe didn't dream and walked over from the side, looked at him and teased.

"You're too fast."

Unprofessional anti-steamed said with a hearty smile.

"That's a must, how long can you throw a few paratroopers...... Why are you here? Don't go to help the Army brothers? ”

The two of them knew each other before they entered the game, both were born in land aviation, one was flying a helicopter, and the other was driving a fixed-wing helicopter.

However, when in the game, the two usually only talk about the game, and basically don't mention things in reality.

Xinghe made a helpless expression.

"I thought, didn't you send us?"

During the day, they cooperated with the frontal attacking armored forces to carry out a wave of flank raids, and before they could go far into the enemy's airspace, the command headquarters let them withdraw.

However, he could understand that the command would make such an arrangement.

The battlefield positioning of the ornithopter determined that it could not be a fixed-wing opponent.

Even if the wings can be retracted and switched to fixed-wing mode, the maximum speed of the "Cloudfly" is only about Mach 1, which is a live target for a supersonic fighter whose ultimate speed can exceed Mach 3. Even the propeller fighters could pose a threat to them even before switching to cruise mode.

Until the Legion's Sabre fighters are eliminated, it will be difficult for the Alliance's aircraft to let go of their hands and feet above the Legion's head.

Looking at the depressed expression on the brother's face, he instigated the unprofessional retort.

"Why don't you go to the goblin corps of the mosquito brothers, those guys have more opportunities to go to the front, and I think they have a lot of bells and whistles."

"I think there are more chances of death," Xinghe rolled his eyes, "and the plane is flying too slowly, and it's not interesting to drive." ”

When unprofessional anti-steamed buns laugh.

"No matter how boring it is, it's also a fixed wing, not much faster than your luck."

"That's true...... By the way, what's your doing? Is it easy to open? Looking at the scarred propeller transport plane next to him that was swept away by the cannon, Xinghe couldn't help but be speechless.

There were about twenty guns he could count.

It's a bit of a bull to be able to drive it back after it is broken like this.

"'Dragonfly', you say? It's okay," he looked at his car and said with an unprofessional smile, "Factory 81 has improved it a few times, and it was barely able to fly before, but now it's like that." ”

Since becoming a pilot in "Wasteland Online", he has not only seen his red and green paint much more pleasing to the eye, but his piloting skills and understanding of driving are also much more exquisite than before.

There is nothing more difficult than "getting a brick with a propeller in the sky" and "saving a brick that has lost its wings"!

Especially for the treatment of various dangerous situations.

Many operations are rarely practiced in regular training and daily flights, but in "Wasteland Online", he can encounter the special situation of "only once in a lifetime".

He had even encountered it once before, when he had just parked the plane on the runway, only to turn off the power and move on its own because of a short circuit in the wires...... Well?

Looking at the runway not far away, the unprofessional anti-steamed bun who fell into the memory was suddenly stunned.

I saw a transport plane parked next to the warehouse slowly drive onto the runway, and then the spinning propeller began to accelerate...... And surprisingly, there was no one in that cabin.

I thought I was wrong.

Unprofessional anti-steamed subconsciously rubbed his eyes, but before he could open his eyes again, he heard the subtle voice of Xinghe next to him.

“…… Do you still have any assignments for today? ”

Both of them saw it.

It shouldn't be that there's something wrong with your helmet.

The unprofessional anti-steamed man looked down at the VM and shook his head in confusion.

"No ......"

He had seen the H-1 Dragonfly move on its own due to a short circuit, but it was the first time he had seen one that could fly on its own.

What kind of outrageous BUG is this?!

Because it was so unbelievable, he couldn't help but wonder if it could be some unmanned black technology being tested by Factory 81.

Until he saw a little player carrying a supper, rushing out from the direction of the cafeteria and running to the runway desperately.

As he ran, the man shouted wolf wailing.

"Airplanes! My plane ran away! ”

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