"Impact point confirmed!"

"Damn, it's ten meters to the left!"

"Correcting ———"

"Reloaded!"

Within the walls of the Governor's Palace, a 100-explosive bomb was fired from the walls of the Governor's Palace, with long tongues of fire from the towering barrels of cannons.

Stepping over the shells thrown from the chamber, the loader skilfully stepped forward to complete the loading and close the door, and at the same time the gunner calibrated the firing parameters and was ready for the next round of fire.

However, before he could pull the arquebus away, he received a slap on the back of the head.

"Are you crazy?! Fire at the tulip balance?!" Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the chief who strode towards him grabbed him by the collar and scolded.

That's Tulip Street!

There is not a single person who can live in that place that he can afford to provoke! The gunner stammered with a bewildered face.

"But, but there they are......

"That's not ———."

Before the "line" stuck in his throat could come out, three swishing sounds broke through the air.

Before he could react, the flames of the explosion were wrapped in shrapnel, poking him into a sieve, and flew into the sand pit ten meters away, along with the wreckage of the scrapped 100 guns.

Looking down at the blast-dusted gun emplacement, the Intellect player standing next to the mortar position let out a shout of excitement.

"Direct hit! Artillery destroys!"

"Well done!"

The strength of the cattle crouching next to the mortars was greatly boosted.

According to the coordinates provided by the observers, the gunners quickly corrected their firing and continued to send support fire to the friendly forces stationed around Tulip Street.

Cannonballs rained down from the sky, spreading flickering fires at the ends of the streets, kicking up billows of dust and rubble.

In the face of the mortar bombardment, the city defense army of Jingallen Harbor, which was attacking the defense line of the Burning Corps, was beaten and could not raise its head.

Without the support of their own artillery and the use of heavy weapons, they left behind hundreds of corpses without even seeing the faces of their enemies.

Tracer light pierced through the smoke rising from the crater, jumping through the streets, each spark flickering and a fresh life falling in a pool of blood.

"Rush up!"

"Poke the bayonet into their throats!"

"Wash our streets with their blood!"

The soldiers crouching behind the bunkers and barricades kept falling, and in order to maintain the crumbling battle line, the centurion crouching on the front line shouted at the soldiers behind him, urging them to step forward and fill the battle line.

Listening to the boiling gunfire and the incessant roar of mortars, the soldier leaning behind the bunker could no longer hold back the fear in his heart and shouted at the centurion.

"Sir! The fire of those marauders is too fierce! We need heavy firepower——!

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a roar.

"There's no such thing! What are the guns in your hands for? Damn, don't fire upstairs! Isn't it for you to aim at the house—"

Looking at the recruit next to him, the centurion yelled and reached out and grabbed the barrel of his gun and pressed it down.

However, at this moment, a bullet flew in and pierced the centurion's head on the spot.

"Boom—"

The pupils of his eyes dilated, and the centurion fell to the ground.

The scattered brains and blood startled the recruit with a rifle next to him, and he dropped his weapon on the spot and ran backwards.

Seeing that the commander was killed, the soldiers could no longer contain the fear in their hearts, and they abandoned their positions and fled to the rear.

In this way, less than ten minutes after a full team of 100 people filled the front line, it began to rout in formation. Seeing that the friendly troops behind him fled one after another, the soldiers who were thrown on the front line and could not move could no longer contain them

I can't stop the fear and despair in my heart.

Horizontal and vertical were all dead, and they put their bayonets into the barrels of their guns, and with a roar to dispel the terror in their chests, they rushed forward desperately.

As it turns out, this is no different from suicide.

A single 10 machine guns on the third floor of a bungalow facing the street were enough to kill the entire street, and the thick tracer instantly knocked the soldiers who charged forward with bayonets to the ground.

The battle was a one-sided massacre.

The 2,000-strong Golden Gallen Harbor City Defense Army had already suffered more than half of the casualties in just a quarter of an hour, and most of the remaining half were wounded.

On the other hand, their enemies, the group of guys who had never revealed their identities from the beginning to the end, had not retreated an inch since the gunshots rang out, and still firmly occupied a few streets near the port.

Looking at the mess scattered in the streets and the corpses that almost filled the craters, the face of the commander of the city defense army, Commander Abinan, was full of horror.

The combat power displayed by the other party was completely beyond his expectations.

If he continues to fight according to this trend, I am afraid that all the 2,000 people in his hands will be folded here!

It can't go on like this!

He yelled at the soldiers in front of him.

"Retreat!"

"Everyone's withdrawn!"

The voice was like rain after a long drought.

Finally waiting for the order to retreat, the soldiers of the Xilan Empire, who were struggling to support behind the barricades and bunkers, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and abandoned their bunkers and fled towards the streets behind.

Watching as the Imperial army began to retreat, the Alliance did not continue the pursuit, but stopped firing and watched as they disappeared in the direction of the ghetto.

On the other side, the battle near the Doge's Palace also came to an end.

Squatting in the study on the top floor of the Governor's Palace, Nehak shivered, listening to the smaller and smaller gunshots outside, but his heart became more and more frightened.

He knew very well who those people were outside, and even if they didn't identify themselves, those guys were definitely from the Alliance, and they couldn't be wrong!

It's just that he can't figure out how those guys got here.

Could it be that when Dijang set out from the port of Golden Gallen, the Coalition knew about the impending attack on the port of French Fries, so they simply sent people to wait on the Borneo Sea?

Where the hell did the news leak from?

Port?

Still is...... Tiandu?

It can't be –

Nehak's brain was in a state of confusion due to fear.

This fear was far stronger than when the group of guys who called themselves the White Bear Knights made trouble in the port of Golden Gallen a month ago, and he could feel that this invasion of the port was not a civilian organization, but a regular army! And it is also the kind that the remnants of the expeditionary force sent to fight back and forth in Luoxia Province and the eastward expansion of the legion!

He didn't expect the Alliance's counterattack to be so fierce, and he didn't expect it to come so quickly that he didn't even have time to move from the Doge's palace to safety. Holding his head, he let out a groan of pain.

"Damn, this is the Duke of Galava's idea, what are you coming to me for! Go find him! That fool is in your Dawning City!"

The gunfire outside had all but stopped.

The panic in Nehak's heart was intense.

He trembled and stretched out his index finger to open the curtain a small slit, and was about to take a look at the situation outside, when the door behind him was thick. Kicked away violently.

「FBI!」

"Sweep the!"

"Don't move!"

A group of people burst in, shouting in a language he didn't understand, and in the blink of an eye, the muzzles of black holes were already pressed against his head.

Nehak raised his hands in horror, looked at the pitch-black exoskeletons crowded into the study, and screamed:

"I surrender! Other! Don't kill me!"

A player wearing an exoskeleton walked up to him, took out a tablet and took a picture of his face, comparing it to confirm it

He was the governor of the settlement.

Putting the tablet away, Bai Yu looked at him and said.

"Governor of Golden Gallen Harbor, Nehak, we suspect you have something to do with the attack that took place in Port Fries the night before."

"According to the testimony of Commander Dijang and relevant insiders, the Thousand Men who attacked us were ships on the port of Golden Gallen, and we ask you to cooperate with us in the investigation."

There was not a trace of blood on Nehak's face, and he couldn't even say anything to refute it.

Seeing that he had nothing to say, Bai gave the flute too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and beckoned him directly.

"Take it away!"

The two players strode forward, lifted him off the ground, and walked out the door in handcuffs.

The battle downstairs is over.

The more than 100 players who occupied the Doge's Mansion began to search the mansion carefully, not missing every detail here.

Honestly, the luxury here is simply amazing.

Whether it is the grand gate, the marble floor tiles and the reliefs on the supporting columns, all of them show the ultimate luxury. And it's not just luxury.

The entire Port of the Golden Gallen is less than 1 percent electrified, but here it is a staggering 99 percent. There are not only double-door refrigerators, artistic lamps, elevators connected to all floors, digital central air conditioning, and even a viewing room and conference room with a holographic system.

unimaginable.

The creations of these industries would have appeared in a settlement where the vast majority of survivors were still struggling to make ends meet.

However, the confusion did not last long, as the case was quickly solved as the four players entered the kitchen.

「…… Good guys, it's still produced in Dawn City?" Looking at the logo under the corner of the refrigerator door, the player with the rifle on his chest had a surprised expression on his face.

His nickname is Yin Yang Error, and the sequence is the famous version of the abandoned son power is an animal.

The three teammates behind him are [One Step to the Sky], [Half-year-old Snake] and [No Family], and like him, they all obtained the qualification for the closed beta on the eve of the Huangsha Wanli expansion, and now they are all at twenty-five or six, which is the backbone of the server.

"Am I the wicked?" No family whistled with a hint of teasing.

It's not just the refrigerator.

There are also ovens and microwave ovens here, which are actually made in the industrial area of Dawn City, and the logo left on them has not even been torn off.

These industrial goods, which ordinary people cannot afford, clearly do not improve the lives of local survivors, and may even make their lives worse.

Walking around the kitchen, the half-year-old rubbed his chin and thought.

"It is estimated that it was exported to the Hump Kingdom, and then sold here from Silvermoon Bay."

No family member suddenly asked on a whim.

"How many slaves do you need to change a refrigerator like this?"

One step to the sky: "...... Ten? Twenty?"

Half-year-old snake: "It's too much, no matter how you say it, a refrigerator can't sell tens of thousands of dinars...... I guess seven or eight should be enough."

A refrigerator in Dawning City is only about 800~1000 silver coins, which is equivalent to the price of 4 to 5 assault rifles, and most residents can buy one with half a month's salary. Even if it is calculated according to the minimum hourly wage, it is enough to start a month. But when you think about it, the survivors living in this settlement are indeed pitiful enough, even worse than a refrigerator.

The four of them left the kitchen and walked down the hallway into the basement, where they came to a storeroom presumably containing the Governor's private collection.

Looking at the locked gate, all four players had excited expressions on their faces.

"Stand back, I'll come!"

Finally, when he had the opportunity to pretend to be forced, he took a step forward, spat on his palm, and then kicked hard at the closed door.

Relying on the driving force of the exoskeleton and the strength of dozens of points, this kick actually kicked the door out a few meters away.

This is when the power system is at its best.

Yin Yang raised his eyebrows and was about to pretend to be forced, when suddenly there was a scream in the room behind the door, and several people quickly set up their rifles and rushed in, only to find that there were two women shivering and hugging each other.

Their faces are beautiful, their light pajamas can't cover their bumpy figures, and a large area of snow-white skin is exposed, and they must have been in such a hurry when they wanted to hide here that they didn't even have time to put on a coat.

Looking at the uninvited guest who broke into the room, the woman with long flaxen hair shrank back and asked with a frightened expression.

"You, who are you?"

Several players looked at each other and didn't know what to do. By mistake, he reported the situation to the centurion, and then looked at her and said.

"We haven't figured it out yet, we'll let you know when we're done...... Are you the Governor's wife?"

"No...... I, I ......" For some reason, the woman suddenly fell into a slump and couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Worried about angering the people in front of her, the sister who was squatting next to her immediately sold her. "She's the wife of Director Bihari...... It's the head of the Port Guard."

Half-year-old snake: "?"

One step to the sky: "???"

Mistake: "......?"

It was a shame not to have a family, but soon the focus turned to other places, and he looked curiously at the woman who spoke.

"What about you? Are you the Governor's wife?"

The woman's expression was slightly embarrassed, and she hesitated for a long time without speaking.

However, the director's wife next to her, whose identity was revealed, glared at the sister angrily, gritted her teeth and said hatefully.

"She's the wife of the head of the Inland Revenue Commission, Guramanki."

The two looked at each other, and their eyes almost sparked, if it weren't for someone watching here, I'm afraid they would have fought on the spot.

The four players looked at each other again, exchanging bewildered glances. After a long time, the half-year-old sighed and said with emotion.

"These guys are pretty perverted......

No family member nodded in agreement and spoke in a critical tone.

"Please take me next time."

Mishaps: ......

The discovery in the collection room of the Doge's Palace was only a minor episode, and the two were temporarily sent to stay with Governor Nehak's family and servants.

Compared to the wives of the head of the Security Bureau and the head of the tax department, it was the collection of the Governor Nehak in the collection room that was more interesting to the players present.

As a suspect in the planning and assault on Port Fries, his property will be confiscated to make up for the ammunition lost that night in Port Tombs.

As for the extra ones, of course, they will be distributed to players who participate in the action as a reward for the mission.

However, to the surprise of all players, the Governor's collection is not a mountain of gold and silver jewelry, but rather a collection of strange objects.

Some of them look like artifacts from the pre-war era, such as a pair of T-shells made of a good day, a bionic man from the 85th century of the Boom Era, and even a relatively well-preserved vending machine and card-swiping public coffee machine.

In addition to these large items, there are also some bizarre small items, as well as a large number of holographic cartridges and game memory cards from the pre-war era.

The reason why there are so many things from the Age of Prosperity here may be a hobby of Governor Nehaq himself.

However, what is puzzling is that such a guy who is obsessed with the era of prosperity to the point of madness, but there is no yearning for that era in his heart.

Players can only try to understand.

Perhaps the Governor was obsessed with the magical, magical-like technology, but he didn't care at all how it came to be. Otherwise, it's hard to say why they're framed here.

But in any case, to be able to harvest so many well-preserved pre-war artifacts, for

The Burning Corps was an absolute bonus.

The expedition will be interested in these things.

Whether it is for the purpose of sociological research or engineering research, the price offered by Yin Fang's boss for valuable Prosperity Era antiques is often not low.

The players who had searched the entire villa gathered in the lobby, and Shiro gave the group a brief explanation of the current situation and the next battle plan.

"The brothers of Team 1 have crippled the city defense of Golden Gallen Harbor, and the group of soft-footed shrimp has now withdrawn to the slums to organize a defensive line and wait for reinforcements. The first phase of the offensive has been successfully completed."

"A new mission has been given, and Command intends to make this a temporary base so that we can monitor the area north of Port Goldgallen, and we'll be active in that area for the next few days. In order to ensure our control over the area, we now have two things to do, one is to strengthen the defenses here, and the other is to evacuate the local survivors nearby."

"The command's suggestion is that we can give the locals a sum of money to move out of the neighborhood as soon as possible, so that they don't get hurt in a fight."

There is no international law in the wasteland, but civilian casualties must be avoided as much as possible, both for the reputation of the Alliance and for the smooth running of their operations on the ground. An Intelligence player raised his hand.

Shiro looked at him.

"Say."

The man said immediately.

"Where does the money come from?"

Bai Zhibi continued succinctly.

"From the pockets of our enemies, of course, and I was about to say that the largest bank in the settlement is on Tulip Street, and is now under our control. The dinar and the Cr still have a bit of recycling value for us, and the Silan coins are just waste paper. Anyway, we now have a budget of about 100 million silans to do this."

Everyone gasped when they heard this.

"Good fellow!"

"100 million?!"

"This would be cool if it were silver coins."

Bai gave a light cough, interrupting everyone's startled discussion.

"Don't dream, let's get down to business, there are about 500 houses that need to be demolished, which is very troublesome...... Which of you is willing to do this?"

As soon as his words fell, he raised his hands in unison.

"I, I, I!"

"Look at me, boss! I'm not afraid of trouble!"

"My house has been demolished, and I am familiar with this work!"

"Holy! You're going to put it on too?"

Everyone is scrambling, and in reality, there is no chance to experience the feeling of drawing words for others, and there is a chance to have a good time in the game.

Seeing that everyone wanted to do this task, Bai Zhisni scratched his head and simply closed his eyes and poked on the VM screen.

"By mistake, you take your team members and get things done as soon as possible."

looked at the envious eyes of everyone, smiled by mistake, and did not forget to show off and pretend to be a force.

"Orders, brothers, go first!"

Looking at his cheap and well-behaved bear, the player next to him couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Get out of here."

"Beware of being shot by fellow people."

"Tsk."

Seeing that these captains were pulling hatred there, the half-year-old snake dragged the goods away from the crowd.

It is still a bit difficult to occupy the entire settlement of millions of people with 500 people.

The dense slum is like an intricate anthill, and the undulating terrain makes this anthill a three-dimensional labyrinth.

If you rush to send troops in without being familiar with the terrain, it is very likely that you will fall into the dilemma of being attacked by the enemy because the troops are too scattered.

So before the battle began, the players of the Burning Corps discussed the strategy of the entire operation on the forum-

- Shrink the area of engagement to the neighborhood near the port. The most critical facility in the entire Golden Gallen Port is the port.

As long as the port is in hand, they

You can move in and out with ease, and get a steady stream of supplies from the sea. Not only that, but with the most valuable part of the colony in their hands, the Empire's army would have some scruples even if it wanted to attack them.

And the houses on a few streets near the port are much more reliable as bunkers than the mud houses in the slums that can be kicked into.

At the same time that the port area of the port of Golden Gallen changed hands, the imperial capital on the west coast of Borneo Province was full of joy.

Stepping on the early morning sun, the convoy of missions from the Legion passed through the north gate of the Heavenly Capital, and under the welcome of the survivors, they headed in the direction of the Imperial Heavenly Palace.

It was the palace of His Majesty the Emperor.

It is not only his resting place, but also the place where he meets his ministers.

Sitting in the armored SUV, McLaan looked out the window boredly at the cheering people along the way, but still smiled and waved at them.

It wasn't until he was tired that he closed the blackout curtain on the car window and complained to the adjutant next to him with a curse.

"Why are there so many people here?"

The black head was as far as the eye could see.

The adjutant said softly.

"After all, this is the capital of the Xilan Empire, and it's normal for there to be a lot of people."

McLaren choked his hand.

"I know it's their capital, but it's outrageous that there are so many people...... Are these guys rats?"

The lieutenant coughed lightly and reminded in a friendly manner.

"They are our partners...... At least for the time being, I hope you can pay a little attention to their respect and don't do what you did when you were in the Falcon Kingdom."

The province of Borneo is considered to be the sphere of influence of the civil clique of Triumph City, and the external posture of the legion in the region is mainly to woo, which is the instruction of His Majesty the Marshal himself.

The civilian officials of the legion have been operating here for many years, relying on the equipment that the military attaches are tired of playing with, in exchange for a lot of hard-working servants for Triumph City, and even sent a large number of useful servant troops to the Western Front, and even the Xilan Empire is one of their political achievements.

He didn't want this muscular military attache to mess things up.

McLaren said impatiently.

"Got it."

The lieutenant gave him a surprised look.

This is the first time the two have worked together, and he thought that this General McLaan would be more difficult than he imagined, but he didn't expect this guy to be unexpectedly easy to talk to?

It was nothing like what he had heard from his colleagues.

McClen ignored the guy and leaned back in his chair to close his eyes and recuperate.

Since he spent half a year in prison in the Alliance, he seems to have changed as a person, from arrogant and introverted to gloomy and introverted.

Especially after hearing about General Griffin's death.

I don't know if he was frightened by the cruelty of the factional struggle or what, he has been in a state of self-exile since returning to Triumph City, outside the core of power.

Even if there were factions that threw brown olive branches at him, he didn't bother and over time became a fringe man in Triumph City, and until now he has not been appointed as the new airship commander.

And also as a two-star captain.

Until this time, the civilian community, which was also outside the core of power, threw him an invitation to cooperate, asking him to serve as a military advisor to the Legion's strategic allies.

Maybe he wanted to come out to relax, and he readily agreed without much hesitation, but he had a face hanging all the way here.

The convoy stopped at the gate of the Heavenly Palace.

The officer who got off the co-pilot opened the door for the two people sitting in the back, and a huge towering tower soon caught the eyes of the Willants.

The tower was flat in shape, like an angular cuboid, and the walls were steep like mirrors. And the most striking thing is not its grand outline, but its flat book, floating ten meters above the ground, connected only by a hand-carved marble staircase.

There is only one way to escape the constraints of gravity. Looking at the majestic "palace" in front of him, McClen squinted slightly.

"Anti-gravity devices?"

The lieutenant of RUKP nodded slightly and said softly.

"Yes, at its heart it's a cargo starship, and you should be familiar with that thing."

McLaren snorted noncommittally. "It's a luxury to use this thing as a palace."

"After all, this three-million-square-kilometer peninsula is the only 'reservation,' and the desert and mountains hold them in the way, and you'll know what is going on here for a while, and being born here is both a blessing and a misfortune......," the adjutant whispered softly, when an officer suddenly trotted up to him and whispered a few words in a hurry.

The adjutant's face changed suddenly after hearing this.

Keenly caught the change in his expression, and McKellen raised his eyebrows slightly.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, there's something wrong with the eastern part of Borneo...... But it's not a big deal, you don't have to worry about it, we'll solve it diplomatically." The adjutant looked a little embarrassed and replied in a flickering voice.

McLean's brow tightened, staring at him intently.

"What the hell? I command you to tell me at once."

The official was crushed to death at the first level, not to mention that it was so many levels worse, and the adjutant still couldn't withstand the pressure after all, so he said it head-on.

"Coalition soldiers land at Golden Gallen Harbor———

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly saw McLenn turn around and walk in the direction of the convoy.

The adjutant was shocked when he saw this, he didn't expect this guy to react so much, and hurriedly went up and grabbed his arm.

"Wait, General McKellen, you...... What are you doing here?!"

Turning his head to stare at this guy, McClen scolded angrily.

"What? You said I was here to train the soldiers of the Empire, but you didn't tell me to fight the Alliance!"

He wasn't afraid of the blue gophers.

It's just that he doesn't even have a decent army in his hands now, so he relies on this group of cannon fodder to fight with the alliance, and it's useless to send out the heads, so it's better to vote directly.

Holding McLen's arm and not letting go, the adjutant hurriedly explained with a smile in his eyes.

"You, don't get excited, they only landed with a thousand-man team, and they were in the easternmost part of the province of Borneo, and we were on the west...... And we haven't heard anything about the Alliance's official declaration of war on the Xilan Empire, so there must be some misunderstanding in this!"

McClen stopped and looked at him suspiciously.

"Are you sure? Only a team of 1,000 people?"

The adjutant nodded hurriedly.

"I'm sure! Our intelligence network is spread all over the peninsula, I can assure you! Things are not what you think......

A team of 1,000 people.

It's hard to take the port of Goldgallen, let alone get here.

Realizing that he seemed to be overreacting, McLaren couldn't help but blush, shook off the hand that was holding his arm, and coughed vigorously.

"Next time, it's like squeezing toothpaste."

You didn't give me a chance to finish......

The adjutant smiled bitterly and complained in his heart, but in the end he saved some face for the captain, and he was silent and did not speak.

At this moment, surrounded by a group of ministers, a man dressed in luxurious clothes stood on the top of the stairs leading to the Heavenly Palace.

A hearty and heroic smile came with an overjoyed welcome.

"Welcome! Friends of the North!"

"You're here!"