The deck of the transport ship "Nest of Salvation".

The bearded captain squinted slightly, looking at the nearby harbor.

"Eternal Night Harbor...... Speaking of which, the last time I passed by here was last year. ”

Yarman, who was standing next to him, nodded, and looked at the port intently.

"Hmm...... The changes here are so great that I almost didn't recognize them. ”

The long and narrow piers are still as busy as ever, even more so than they were at their busiest.

The only difference is that the merchant ships and passenger ships that were once moored here are gone, replaced by angular steel decks and towering gun barrels.

The frequent harassment of the alliance fleet forced the Southern Legion to strengthen patrols in the waters between Eternal Night Harbor and the Far South, as well as organize anti-submarine forces to escort the fleet that transported supplies.

At the same time, Yongye Port also plays the role of a "manpower transfer station".

Reinforcements from the colonies and mainland China will be assembled here, and then they will all be shipped to Xifan Harbor. The disabled who have retired from Saifan Harbor will also be transferred here and transferred to the ship back home.

In the distance stood a few idle lads on the shore, and Yarman could easily distinguish between who had retired from the front and who was ready to go to the front.

They are like the sugar cane that is constantly being fed into the juicer, and before they go in, their waists are straight, and when they come out, they are like a puddle of crumpled slag.

No one is an exception.

The real tough guys are all in the coffin, or they can't be found, and it's simply impossible to come back from the front.

Before you know it, this border town at the junction of the Eastern and Western worlds has become the forefront of the collision of two forces.

Whether it is a merchant ship from the East or a merchant ship from the West, it will be cautious to avoid this place.

It is precisely because of this change that Yarman's fleet looks so dazzling here, attracting countless curious eyes almost as soon as it gets close to the port.

Yarman didn't want to be so conspicuous, and even preferred not to make money from the sale.

However, when the quartermaster of Xifan Harbor entrusted the group of wounded who had retreated from the front line to his hands, the polite words of refusal could not be spoken.

Most of those young men were withdrawn from Tiandu, and many of them were missing arms and legs, and even could not take care of themselves, which had become a burden to the front line.

The vast majority of the Willant soldiers couldn't accept that these guys had been beaten up like this by a group of Brahmi.

After all, just a few months ago, the Brahminas were all fish on the board in their narrative context, and they were the kind that would not resist if they were slaughtered.

Lost to a group of boneless "mudbloods", in their opinion, this group of cowards simply disgraced the face of the Willantes!

After learning about the plight of the wounded soldiers, Yarman's feelings were extremely complicated.

Even if they deserve to sacrifice their arms and hands for the law of the jungle in their hearts, those people are also his compatriots after all.

It's hard for him to laugh at this so-called useless waste with all the madmen.

It's not funny at all.

Out of sympathy, he temporarily changed his itinerary and took over the logistics service to transport the 5,000 seriously wounded Willant soldiers to Eternal Night Harbor before transporting the laborers to Settlement 1 on the Death Coast.

Again, he misses his family a little.

Since the Xifan Harbor tragedy, he has moved his wife and children to Yongye Harbor.

He hadn't seen them in a while.

Just as the two of them were reminiscing about the past prosperity of Eternal Night Harbor, on the other side of the deck, several "blue gophers" from the Alliance were also excitedly looking in the direction of the harbor.

"Harbor of the Eternal Night!"

"Damn, there are so many warships!"

"Wait, why are there so many big flies parked on this dock?!"

"I guess it's to hide from the 'Laken' in the sea, the big ship is easy to eat torpedoes, so I changed the boat to pull it."

"Anyway, we should be the first player to come this far!"

"Tail seems to have only been to Xifan Harbor."

"It was a long time ago, and I heard that the Battlefield had already passed through here."

"Damn! These veteran players should not be so rolled, and leave some opportunities for newcomers! ”

They had planned to disembark at the port of Xifan, but they were denied entry, so they stayed on the ship and followed Yarman to the legendary southernmost place for survivors, Eternal Night Harbor.

This is outside the war zone, and although the identity of the blue gopher is not welcomed here, there is no such thing as refusal of entry.

They thought that since they couldn't play the operation, they could at least open a new map, but they didn't expect to be taken advantage of again.

Everyone looked scolding, and their faces were full of disappointment.

Except for one guy.

This person's ID is [Taran Raider], and he is the commander of the Desert Corps.

The name sounds a bit bluffing, but in fact it is just a small corps with a small name, not to mention the highlight moments, compared to the Silver Corps, and even the abstraction next door.

However, this regiment leader is an ambitious person, although he only has the strength of T5, he has the dream of rushing to T0.

At the beginning, he gave the legion this name, because he saw that the alliance was about to enter Luoxia Province to fight, but there was no player corps specializing in desert warfare.

However, helplessly, the strength of the regiment commander himself is limited, and the members of the regiment have not been very effective, so that the expansion film has been updated from "The Battle of Luoxia" to "Southern Barbarian Invasion", and this desert corps has not been able to make a name for itself on the stage of "Wasteland OL".

Facts have proved that the strength of strength has nothing to do with whether the name is serious or not.

Just like the spring commander is not really the spring commander, the midnight chicken killing is not really only killing chickens, the caliber of the mosquito is not small at all, and the tail is really super fast.

During this period, although many new people were deceived by the name of the desert corps, thinking that this corps was in the same sequence as the Jungle, Storm, and Death Corps, but after discovering that their own regiment leader was just a little Karami, they immediately quit the regiment in disappointment.

In this way, the soldiers of the iron regiment commander Flowing Water, this pit has been occupied by him until now.

However, Brother Ta is a person with dreams in the end, and he has never given up his efforts.

Perhaps moved by his sincerity, the dog planner finally gave him the opportunity to show his strengths!

Just when he went online this evening, he was suddenly pleasantly surprised to find that there was a shining little red dot in the upper right corner of the taskbar on his official website page!

That's a sign of posting tasks offline!

As we all know, there is only one situation that triggers a hidden mission, and that is an event that is taking place in the player's area, which has caught the attention of the first boss manager of the alliance himself!

What does this mean?

This shows that the managers are watching him!

Not only that, but the respected Mr. Manager also expressed his recognition of him, believing that he was the most reliable one on this flight!

Receiving this honor, Brother Ta was so excited that he couldn't wait to burst into tears, and immediately made up his mind in his heart-

He won't miss this opportunity!

And not to disappoint the manager!

"Quiet! Be quiet! Listen to me, everybody. ”

Walking in front of everyone, the Taran Raider coughed and motioned for all players to look at him.

As for those who didn't take care of him, he didn't care, and just shouted to those who took care of him.

"The contemptible is the commander of the Desert Corps, and I know everyone is disappointed right now, but don't worry! I assure you, you won't make this trip in vain! ”

"Just last night, our Desert Corps received news that the Enlightenment Society is suspected of infiltrating the Southern Legion, and the administrator wants us to investigate this matter thoroughly!"

Looking at the whispering players, Taran was overjoyed, but his face did not show it, and he continued solemnly.

"This mission is very critical, not only for the safety of the front line of Borneo, but also for the survival of the entire wasteland! Therefore, we need your help! ”

"From now on, just join the Desert Corps within twenty-four hours and you will be able to participate in the hidden missions we triggered! Share the great rewards of the mission! ”

One thing to say, his guise of hidden missions really attracted a lot of players.

Especially newcomers who are not deeply involved in the world, they even want to sign up.

Only those veteran players who have been through a lot of battles stand aside with their arms crossed without taking it seriously.

Compared to those newcomers who don't know anything, they have a lot more knowledge.

"If this task is really so important, how can it be handed over to this guy."

“+1”

"I think managers are just idle."

This is not unprecedented.

After all, even the ramen shop owner at the entrance of the shelter has received an exclusive task that has been released offline, and it is difficult to guess whether a task is important or not just by relying on the way the task is released.

While a few veteran players were laughing and muttering, Yarman also looked at the guy who was talking at the top of his voice with a subtle expression.

While there aren't many people who can understand the language of Vault 404, it's not impossible.

For example, he, putting aside those strange proper nouns, has already understood a general idea.

The general meaning of this is that the Desert Corps of the Alliance came to the territory of the Southern Legion to find an organization called the Enlightenment Society.

Considering the ongoing war in Borneo, this guy almost shouted "Lao Tzu is a spy" directly in the human language.

But Yarman didn't expose him.

First, he had business in the Alliance, and second, he did not approve of the Southern Legion's approach.

Besides, as a businessman, it was better for him not to get involved in the games of those big names.

He had already suffered a loss once and didn't want to eat a second time......

……

Just when a certain corps commander was chattering and mobilizing or flickering, the customs on the shore also noticed the fleet that was docking.

It didn't take long for a lame man to limp to the dock as the Nest of Salvation landed on the dock.

He was dressed in a military uniform with a battle medal on his chest, but the epaulettes were missing.

Yarman guessed that he was an officer who had been transferred to customs, but could not guess his rank.

The man took off the hat he wore on his head, squinted and shouted back to the deck.

"Where did you come from?"

The bearded captain shouted.

"Xifan Harbor, we are here to see off the wounded."

"Saifan Harbor...... Hehe, there are only the wounded left in the cargo there," the man grinned, and the mockery hanging from the corner of his mouth did not know what it was mocking, and suddenly continued, "What else?" Where else have you been? ”

Unexpectedly, he asked so many questions, and the captain with the beard suddenly became nervous.

Yarman stepped forward and shouted as he looked at the man standing on the dock.

"We've been to more places. Why, do you need to go through so many procedures to dock now? ”

The man with the hat in his hand raised his hands and said with a laugh.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just asking...... Welcome home, compatriots from afar. ”

The meaningful statement seemed to know where they had been.

However, Yarman didn't care, and just stuffed a bag of gold coins into the hand of the man who had completely left his faith and glory behind as he disembarked.

Compared to the remuneration he received from the logistics office in Gullyon, this "PR expenditure" was not worth mentioning at all.

The man took the money bag and shook it, and when he saw that the money for the night's wine had been settled, he immediately smiled and grinned at Yarman.

"Or do you merchants make more money...... Damn, I shouldn't have been a centurion in the first place. ”

Yarman smiled faintly.

"It's okay, you only see when I make money, but you don't see when I lose money."

Everyone is a gambler, no one is more noble than the other, it is nothing more than the difference between winning and losing.

Before this battle began, or before he became like this bear, he was not without envy of those officers.

But now he doesn't care about winning or losing.

In a lose-lose game, there is no point in winning or losing for a while.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, tucked the money pouch into his purse, and then stretched out his right hand.

"Make a friend, Kuruan, the former centurion of the 340,000th Troop, now the customs of Eternal Night Harbor."

"Yarman, shareholder and manager of a wall-mounted labor agency." Yarman took his right hand and shook it, and introduced himself.

Kuruan whistled and asked quips.

"Wall-hanging? Does it mean to hang on the wall? What a strange name. ”

Yarman said with a faint smile.

"The partner said that he did not forget his original intention."

Kuruan: "A partner in the Alliance? ”

Yarman nodded.

"Most of the guys in the east are like that, and a lot of them are weirdos, but it's kind of fun to get along with them for a long time."

"Is it convenient to disclose what kind of business you are doing...... Ah, don't get me wrong, it's time to get off work, so if you don't want to talk about it, forget it. Noticing the captain's wary expression, Kuruan raised his head and smiled.

Yarman said in a casual tone.

"There's nothing wrong with that, we sign a loan agreement with the slaves in Westsail Harbor to ransom them and then transport them to the shores of the dead, where there are no men."

Kuruan rubbed his chin with interest.

"Death Coast, I've heard of this place."

Yarman continued.

"The expeditionary force of the Eastern Legion went there, which was formerly the territory of the torch."

Kuruan asked curiously.

"Where are the Willantes?"

Yarman said with a faint smile.

"Of course, there are quite a few. Some of the expeditionary forces of the Eastern Legion simply stayed there, and some came from Westsail Harbor or the New World, and you can meet all kinds of people. ”

"Even the people of the New World?!" Kuruan smirked, "That seems to be a good place. ”

There is also a chain of contempt within the Willantes.

For example, the Willantes of the New World are the most cunning Willants, and the vast majority of Willantes in the Old World have the impression of them as a bunch of guys who are not good at war, and are only good at producing fakes and needles.

For example, in this contest between the Southern Legion and the Alliance, they hid behind their backs and made a lot of war money, and refused to end up in person.

If it weren't for the fact that the several fleets in the hands of the Western Legion were still reasonable, their reputation would probably be the same as that of the civilian clique in Triumph City.

Yarman thought for a moment and replied.

"It's a good place to be, in every sense of the word."

After a pause, he said in a joking tone again.

"When I come back this time, I'm going to take my family with me."

Kuruan said with a smile.

"It's like heaven to hear you, you can just bring me there."

Yarman gave him a surprised look.

"Are you serious?"

Kuruan grinned.

"Just kidding, but I'd love to hear you talk about what it's like there, and if you have time to drink together in the evening?" I'm in for a treat, with the money I earned from you. ”

As he spoke, he unceremoniously patted the money bag in his arms, which was not yet hot.

Thinking this guy was funny, Yarman smiled along.

"Then I'll have to drink it back."

……

After the customs registration was completed, the wounded Willantes in the cabin went ashore one after another.

And Yarman soon understood why, after hearing that he was going to take his family away, the former centurion of the 340,000th team did not look down on him, but half-jokingly asked him if he could take himself away.

Perhaps because of the large number of wounded, the logistics office of Eternal Night Harbor became less and less concerned with these poor newcomers.

After all, they are no longer able to create value for the Southern Legion, and even as a typical example of propaganda, they are a bit chicken because there are too many of them.

After all, in the "Southern Army Victory Report", only 2,000 people died on the outskirts of Tiandu, and so many wounded people suddenly appeared, whose face was it?

The Southern Corps would not abandon them, but would not recognize their sacrifice either.

They were greeted by not a single doctor, but only a dozen or so uniformed staff members who were responsible for registering their names and helping them arrange their flight home as soon as possible.

Luckily, they didn't have to pay for a ticket home.

As for whether to replace the prosthesis or amputation, it depends on the opinions of the local hospital and the logistics support unit.

Eventually, it might turn out to be a young man from Avent City who would change his prosthesis, and the colony would adopt a different scheme.

It occurred to Yarman that it might not be a good idea to bring all these lads here, and that the Dead Coast might be a better fit for them.

However, he can't do this kind of thing.

Besides, if he did so, the wounded might not be grateful to him.

The forcible kindness is only self-gratification, and not all of them, even the slaves of Westsail Harbor, are willing to cross the ocean to a completely strange place.

It's a wasteland, after all.

The place that cannibalism is the majority, and the few who don't cannibalism are the few.

However, as soon as this thought appeared in Yarman's mind, it was out of control.

He wanted to help his fellow citizens who were disabled.

And he could feel that they needed his help just as much as the Brahmans.

The Legion won't care for the rest of their lives, but at least the Alliance's Outcast House can help them with a prosthetic body that will allow them to survive on their own.

At present, many officers who have been withdrawn from the front line have been arranged to change jobs in the border area of Eternal Night Harbor.

These people may have a different view of war.

Perhaps, when he drinks in the evening, he can talk to the man named Kuruan about expanding the business of the Wall Company in Eternal Night Harbor......

As the wounded disembarked, passengers from the Coalition disembarked after the group.

Looking at the [Taran Raider] standing on the dock and looking around, Yarman kindly reminded him.

"I can't help you with what you're looking into, but I can introduce you to an acquaintance. His name was Nock, and he had previously worked as a sailor in my team, and then as a mercenary, and was a native of the neighborhood. If you're looking for a guide, it's better to find him than any other Willant...... Especially in this special time. ”

As he spoke, he handed the shelter resident a note with a line of addresses on it.

Looking at the clues handed by the NPC, Talan, who was worried that he couldn't start the task, accepted it with a look of surprise, and then thanked him.

"Thank you so much! You've helped us a lot! ”

Looking at this energetic young man, Yarman said with a smile.

"You're welcome, I've been helped by one of your gentlemen, if something terrible really happens here...... I hope you can save my fellow citizens. ”

……

After saying goodbye to his friends in the Alliance, Yarman went to the logistics office to receive his payment, and then returned to the docks.

Looking at the captain who was waiting there, he said in a very soft voice.

"Now I can confirm my opinion...... It's not safe here. ”

The captain with the beard was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked.

"Do you think the war is going to be here?"

Looking at the shallow heavy gunboats that were close at hand, Yarman said in a meaningful tone.

"Isn't it already burning?"

The captain's expression was slightly moved, but there was still an expression of disbelief on his face.

"I think you're still thinking too much...... In the end, this is the war between the empire and the rebels. If the alliance does fight here, Triumph City will not sit idly by. ”

His family is in Eternal Night Harbor.

If the war really burns here, he will have to think about the safety of his family.

"It's not that I'm thinking too much, it's that it's hard for me to believe that someone who lied promised again...... It would be fine if I had only one person, but I have to think about my wife and children. ”

Yarman placed his hand on his partner's shoulder.

"I'm going to bring them with me this time...... You should think more about them, too. ”

"You've been doing it for a long time, you're serious...... I thought you were joking with that Kuruan. ”

The captain smiled bitterly, reached out and scratched the back of his head, and squeezed out another sentence in embarrassment.

“…… Give me some time, I'll have to think about something as big as this. ”

For the first time, Yarman saw a hesitant look on the man's face.

But he understands the feeling.

In order to pursue wealth, he planned to leave Triumph City and go to Xifan Harbor, which had nothing, but it took a lot of effort to convince himself and his family.

Only this time, he was not in pursuit of wealth, but in peace.

He didn't want to go through the life and death that happened before.

It's hard to say if the next time something like that happens again, whether he'll still have the same good luck as last time.

"We'll be here for a week, and you'll have plenty of time to think about it."

After a pause, he added.

"But don't worry too much, maybe it's just that I'm thinking too much."