"Recently, due to weather problems, the alliance managers have made adjustments to the visit itinerary in the southern region of the alliance......"

In the restaurant in the port area of Settlement No. 1, the news of the day is broadcast on the radio.

It's four o'clock in the afternoon, and although the restaurant is open, it's obviously still far from busy.

Sitting in front of the shop window, Yarman glanced out of the restaurant from time to time, as if waiting for someone.

At this time, there was a wind chime at the door, and he looked up and saw that he was in line with Greg.

"I knew you were going to reach out to me."

"Why do you say that?" Yarman raised his eyebrows slightly.

Greg squeezed his eyebrows at him and continued in a humorous tone.

"Needless to ask, loyalty to the marshal is the factory setting of every Willant, and we will not hesitate to give our lives for honor and loyalty, even if our feet are far from Triumph City. If the Coalition thinks that a few small favors will be enough to buy us, they are very wrong. ”

Pulling out a chair and sitting across from Yarman, Greg looked at the waiter with a bright smile, "A cup of black coffee is fine." ”

"Yes sir."

The Moon Clan girl smiled, and her graceful figure quickly floated to the back of the bar.

Yarman took a deep breath and glanced to the left and right with a slight nervousness.

"We don't need to change to a more secluded place."

"No, there is a wide view here, you will know when you are used to it, some things are better discussed in front of the public than behind closed doors, after all, no matter how careful you are, it is difficult to prevent the wall from having ears......"

Looking at the waitress girl who came with coffee, Greg nodded and smiled politely at her, and only looked at Yarman and continued when she walked back to the bar.

"The sound on the radio was loud enough to drown out our conversation."

"Okay, I'm just going to say it on the safe side, and since you're okay with that, let's get straight to the point......" Yarman said hurriedly, taking a sip of the lemonade on the table to hide the nervousness in his heart.

"As you wish." Greg took a piece of paper from his bosom and gently placed it on the table.

Unexpectedly, the other party would be open and honest about this, Yarman was stunned and followed his gaze to the paper, and the expression on his face became more and more surprised.

"It's ......"

"The Tsunami Project," Greg said slowly, "the Coalition has been sending aid to Borneo Province through the ports of Baiyue Strait and Silver Moon Bay, and if we can take the Baiyue Strait, we will be able to break one of their legs." ”

Yarman looked at him in surprise.

"But doesn't that mean—"

Greg smiled.

"Declaring war on the Alliance, right, I know what you're worried about, but that's exactly what we're planning. A second battlefield on Alliance soil is a must, and only then can we pull our allies into the chariot. ”

Looking at this crazy guy, Yarman's Adam's apple moved, and he said in a hoarse voice.

“…… You're working for Army Intelligence for the Southern Corps? That one...... The legendary second game? ”

"yes, isn't it surprised? In fact, it is not only the second bureau, but also the General Staff. ”

His index finger hooked the kettle next to him, and Greg gently poured the water onto the paper.

I saw that where the water had been flooded, the words gradually dissipated like a fog melting from the ice and snow.

However, Yarman had already taken pictures of the contents of the paper, so he didn't pay much attention to his destruction of evidence.

After showing the sincerity of his side, Greg continued in a gentle voice.

"Actually, we also got inspiration from the inhabitants of Eternal Night Harbor, and since the Alliance is willing to accept the Willant without reservation, why don't we use this opportunity to let real soldiers into their interior, and then ...... Bang. ”

As he spoke, Greg opened his fisted right hand outward, as if it were a ball of fireworks.

He had a big smile on his face and said unrelenting words.

“…… Like fireworks, they will be blown to pieces by us. ”

Listening to this crazy plan, Yarman only felt as if a demon was sitting in front of him.

If this plan is really successful......

The Willantes are probably going to be the world-famous shitty shit.

But this probably also fulfilled the wish of the Southern Army.

Sometimes the truth is counterintuitive, and although the legions are tying up the Willantes with honor, this organization of Willantes does not value honor as much as the "Willantes who value honor".

Even, they wish that the Willant would turn into stinking shit.

After all, the more bad the reputation of the Willant, and the less good the name of the Willant is mentioned by others, the more the Willant cannot do without the Legion.

It's as if the husk can't do without its dung ball.

Yarman swallowed.

“…… It's a genius idea. ”

Greg smiled faintly.

"Passing the prize."

Yarman: "But what about your own business?" Won't your business be affected? ”

Not at all surprised that Yarman would ask this question, Greg smiled, and then said in a softer voice.

"That kind of thing is just a façade, and the other thing ...... You don't have to worry about your business being affected, and we never treat the people who do things for us. When our plan is successful, I will guarantee you a 30% share of the trade in the port of fries, and I will also grant you the title of captain...... Since then, you will never have to live a wandering life again. ”

Pretense......

I think the so-called mutual aid association is also a cover.

Yarman took a sip of lemonade to calm himself down and make a gesture of excitement.

"How many of you are there?"

"Two teams of 10,000 people." Gregby drew two fingers, "Most of the alliance's capable legions are deployed in Borneo Province, and more than 20,000 people are enough for us to take the Baiyue Strait." ”

"20,000 people?!"

The corners of Yarman's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but continue.

"What are you kidding, I only have twelve ships, and 5,000 people is already the limit of my capacity."

Greg said with a smile to soothe him.

"You can rest assured that in order to implement this plan, we have made a special trip to procure five container ships through our own informants...... We'll pack the soldiers in containers, along with their weapons, and I need your team to cover them, and then dock at the fries port, and when the local customs office opens the boxes, our soldiers will jump out of the boxes and scare them. ”

After a pause, he continued.

"The warehouse at the port of french fries is stocked with military aid sent to Borneo, and the equipment is just right for us. And after occupying the port of fries, we will immediately block the Baiyue Strait, and under the cover of the Western Corps, we will drive our shallow-water heavy gunboats into it, establish a front-line position in the province of Baiyue, and advance along the coastline towards the Death Coast...... At that point, the entire league will fall apart under our attack. ”

Yarman pinched his eyebrows and said with a headache.

"I always have the feeling that your plans are full of problems...... Also, why are you sure that landing in the Alliance can turn the tide of battle? You should have seen their cohesion. ”

"I know, of course I know, I've been watching them since I came to the league...... Including their weaknesses," Greg said with a smile, "like their managers." ”

Looking at Greg who smiled mysteriously, Yarman raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I remember he was young."

"Then let him have some accidents."

Adding some sugar to the coffee, Greg gently stirred it with a spoon and continued slowly.

"Under his leadership, they did unite a lot of people, but there were also many people who hated them, like shadows in the sun...... Those fellows lie dormant where the light of order does not shine, waiting for an opportunity, ready to strike a fatal blow to their enemies. If they were on their own, they might not be able to wait until the next life to get this opportunity, but it would be different if we had help. ”

Yarman looked at him in amazement, gradually understanding his plan.

“…… Do you want to replicate the Chewing Bone Rebellion? ”

"Bone Chewing Rebellion?" Greg pursed his lips and said disdainfully, "The reason why the Eastern Army can't make a big deal is that it sways from side to side when it should take a firm stand, but we won't make such a mistake. We personally deployed, directly commanded, and gave them all the necessary weapons and equipment...... The whole plan is foolproof, and they will pay a heavy price for their arrogance. ”

Looking at Yarman, who was still trying to ask something, Greg coughed and interrupted what he was about to say.

"Enough, are we digressing? The decapitation operation is someone else's responsibility, so let's get back to our 'tsunami' first. Your job is simple, just help our people ashore, and the professionals will take care of the rest. ”

As he said this, Greg stared intently at Yarman, waiting for his answer.

Yarman knew very well that if he dared to say a word after knowing so much, he might not even be able to see the moon tonight.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, but his face was calm, and he thought seriously for a long time, and then nodded slowly.

"Leave it to me."

Hearing this expected answer, Greg's face once again had a bright smile.

"Congratulations, you've chosen the right path."

With these words, he stood up, patted Yarman on the shoulder, then picked up the wet white paper and stuffed it into his pocket, and went to the bar in the restaurant.

He added a whole plate of sugar cubes to that cup of coffee, and it was estimated that it was sweet and greasy, but he didn't drink a sip.

Looking at Greg who had left the checkout, Yarman smiled bitterly and took a sip of the lemonade on the table.

Looking at the waitress who came to clean up the plate, he took off the button on his collar and gently placed it on the table.

"You all heard that...... Is there anything else I need to do? ”

The girl of the Moon Clan smiled at him and cleaned up the things on the table.

Even the hair that falls on tables and chairs.

"No need sir, leave the dishes to us to clean up, you can continue with today's arrangements. Thank you for your support of our business and have a great day. ”

Yarman made a helpless expression.

He really didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing if he could, and that's exactly what he had planned to do in the first place.

The Guards did not force him to cooperate with them in their case, and if he did not want to, he only promised to keep it secret and not to contact the people associated with the Mutual Aid Society.

However, after thinking of the tragedy in Xifan Port, he immediately dismissed the idea of staying out of the matter.

No one can really stay out of it.

By the time things found themselves, he had already stepped into the game with one foot, and pretending that everything had nothing to do with him would not make him and his family safer.

He couldn't wait until everything had happened, and then follow the example of the Brahminats and explain to the rest of the survivors who had united—

"Not all Brahsins are like that."

That pale justification was not even consoling......

……

The "tsunami" aimed at the port of fries is already on the way, and container ships full of soldiers are departing from the port of Eternal Night.

Under Greg's operation, a consignment of weapons had been loaded onto a cargo ship in Settlement No. 1 and sent to the port of French fries in the name of military assistance to the Borneo provinces.

At the same time, Yarman's fleet set off for the port of Xifan.

They will meet at Saifan Harbor and then cross the Borneo Sea to the Baiyue Strait.

Everything went according to plan.

At this moment, the attention of the alliance has been completely restricted, and the province of Borneo has been completely contained...... At least in the eyes of the Southern Corps higher-ups, their entire plan was done seamlessly.

As long as their troops can control the port of fries, the whole Borneo can become the backyard of the Southern Legion!

On the other hand, the operation codenamed "Guillotine" is also going on quietly.

At the same time that Greg was heading to Settlement No. 1 to develop the line, Commander Wyatt, another commander of the Southern Legion, also arrived at the junction of Haiya Province and Prancing Horse Province, a ruin nestled among the mountains.

This is the former site of Iwayama City, about a hundred kilometers from the coastline, and it is about the same distance from here to the Alliance's Settlement No. 10.

Two centuries ago, it was a thriving coastal city, but today all that's left is rusty steel skeletons and a pile of clawed concrete boxes.

The area of the whole Yanshan City is not large, similar to Xizhou City, which lives near the lake, and the city's positioning is mainly for leisure and vacation, so there are not as many high-rise buildings as Qingquan City.

During the previous Battle of the Torch, the 101st Mountain Division of the Enterprise was stationed in this area, but it was withdrawn shortly after the end of the war.

With the withdrawal of order, it soon became a haven for mutated creatures and marauders again.

"That's the front...... There was no road to go up to, so we had to park here and hike along. ”

Looking at the broken viaduct not far away, the driver, who turned off the engine, respectfully looked at Chief Wyatt, who was sitting in the back seat, and said.

"Well, that's it."

Comparing the contour lines on the map to the nearby terrain, Wyatt nodded, dropped a sentence succinctly, and then pushed the door open with two other exoskeleton-clad attendants and got out of the car.

As the two stopped, the two vans following the SUV also stopped, and two soldiers in exoskeletons and two "big men" armed with pitch black metal to the teeth came down respectively.

In the Legion, the Willantes with this physique beyond ordinary people are all the ones who have failed to awaken.

The unstable fragments buried in their DNA give them strength and tenacity beyond the ordinary, allowing them to fight like mutants in defiance of pain and wounds.

The Eastern Army usually placed them directly in the purge group and served as the main force in large-scale operations. In the Southern Corps, however, the purge team was primarily positioned as a special forces, and the big men were often fitted with expensive implanted prostheses and then dispatched to other locations outside the front line as needed.

Especially in the area behind enemy lines.

Powerful and never surrendering, they are like a humanoid nuclear bomb, often capable of bursting into a combat power comparable to that of an entire ten-man squad with the strength of a single person.

Unlike Greg, who was subordinate to the Army Intelligence Bureau, Wyatt and his subordinates were all subordinate to the General Staff of the Southern Corps, with the rank of Commander.

Because of his military experience, he is not only good at intelligence work, but also has a lot of experience in operational command.

He was involved in the Xifan Port tragedy planned by the General Staff before.

In the subsequent Yanush uprising, he also participated in formulating the battle plan obtained by the old Gray Wolf Army who supported Absec.

It is no exaggeration to say that Yanusz was able to conquer the Tiandu in two weeks, and at least a third of the credit goes to this guy he has never met in his life.

Even if Yanusz himself did not know about it, he was kept in the dark until he was shot on the throne.

And now, in order to open a second front in the Alliance, the General Staff of the Southern Army sent Wyatt to Haiya Province to plot the assassination of the Alliance administrators.

The risk of the entire project is predictable, and if the administrator is killed, they will inevitably be subjected to the frenzied retaliation of the entire alliance, and the probability of escape is slim to none.

But for the sake of the legion, for the great success of the "Tsunami" plan, and for the sake of His Majesty the Marshal and the final victory, he did not care about personal sacrifices.

Just as the group entered Iwayama City, a pair of greedy and covetous eyes hiding in the shadows had already noticed this group of uninvited guests.

Most of them were marauders who followed the footsteps of the survivors of the migration to the area.

The Coalition used the radio to trick the fat sheep from their mouths and hunted them in the wilderness, so they hid in the ruins of the city, far from the settlements.

The Alliance's influence could not expand here for the time being, so they built a nest in the shadow of the Alliance's heels.

All the survivors or caravans that passed by were the targets of their raids, and sometimes they would build a dinghy out of a patchwork engine and go out to sea to rob merchant ships.

And those looted they usually sell to merchants on the black market and exchange the earned silver coins for supplies.

The Alliance has never stopped encircling and suppressing them, but just as it is impossible for a person to step on his own shadow with the sole of his shoe, the predators who have existed since the time of the War Construction Committee have never been exterminated by any of the survivors.

As long as there is a lack of order in the Borderlands, they will grow like weeds.

However, it is worth mentioning that the Alliance's attack on marauders is indeed rare in this land.

It is precisely because of the continuous suppression of the alliance that the predators whose living space has been continuously compressed hate the nosy blue gophers.

When Wyatt and his party stepped into the boundaries of Rock Mountain City, the local marauders immediately mistook them for the Coalition's Vault dwellers the moment they saw his equipment.

After all, in the minds of these marauders, only the Vault dwellers would have a lot of expensive and obstructive implants on their bodies.

As for the Legion?

Most of the marauders from the Prancing Horse Province had never heard of it, even though their titles of Centurion and Centurion were actually copied from the Legion.

Sensing the threat from beneath the shadows of the ruins, a large man stepped up to Wyatt and shielded him with a body of iron like a wall of copper.

"Front, threat."

Listening to the humming sound under the thick steel, Wyatt smiled faintly, not taking his men's warnings to heart.

"That means we're in the right place."

With that, he motioned for his men to step aside and shouted at the devastated steel and concrete ruins in front of him.

"Do you want to be cowards for the rest of your life, shrinking into this rat-hole-like ghost place to rot, or are you especially brave enough to rush into the houses of those so-called civilized people, rob them of their treasures, occupy their wives and daughters, and rob enough wealth that you can't spend in a lifetime!"

The loud voice echoed through the ruins, but no sound answered him.

Undeterred, Wyatt raised his voice and continued to shout.

"Think about it, or go home and find a mirror and look at your own bear. The alliance is scurrying around you like cockroaches, and your approach is to find a ruin and hide it inside, I can tell you responsibly, if you can't unite and fight hard, sooner or later you won't even have a place to hide! ”

"At least for now, the Alliance is pinned down by us on the battlefield to the west, and you still have the slightest hope of fighting back—"

Before he could finish his speech, a figure suddenly jumped from the rubble.

The guy had a sturdy body, like a cheetah, but his hair was messy, like a flea.

Not only that, but the wrinkled skin also looked like a hairless hyena.

And even more disgusting were his dark teeth, like they hadn't been brushed in years.

Vigilantly looking at the group of people standing in front of the ruins, the man let out a low roar at Wyatt, who was the leader.

"Who are you?"

The soldiers standing next to Wyatt all frowned in unison, only Wyatt's expression still did not change.

"Wyatt, commander of the Legion, tell me your name."

"Huntclaw, cannibal tribe, captain."

The man stared intently at Wyatt, and then at the big man next to him, unabashedly the greed in his eyes.

Wyatt didn't care, just looked the man named Huntclaw up and down, and then nodded approvingly.

"Huntclaw...... It's a good name, and I've already thought of a prosthetic body that would work for you. ”

As he spoke, he took out a holographic computer pen and tapped his index finger on it twice.

Pale blue light soon appeared, and a warrior with his arms attached to his claws appeared.

The sudden appearance of the villain startled the hunting claw, but he was quickly attracted by the mechanical shape, and he couldn't take his eyes off it at all.

“…… How do I get it. ”

Looking at the greedy hunting claws in his eyes, Wyatt said unceremoniously.

"It's simple, just do it for us."

Huntclaw is also unambiguous, knowing that most of the people who come to the Marauders do things have one purpose.

"Kill whom?"

Wyatt said with a smile.

"Administrators of the Alliance."

Hearing this, Huntclaw's pupils shrank suddenly, and a frightened expression was evident on his face.

Seeing the panic in his eyes, Wyatt patiently continued.

"He's just one person, and we're a bunch. We won't let you go it alone, we'll give you weapons, help you make plans, and even fight alongside you. ”

"And you, just have the courage to stand with us, and you can leave the rest to us."

Hearing this promise, Huntclaw's eyes finally settled, and that faint fear was quickly replaced by greed.

"You have a lot of appetite...... If you want to kill that guy, I'm afraid you'll have to be prepared for war with the settlements. ”

"Then go to war."

Wyatt looked at him.

"Tell me your answer."

Huntpaw smiled cruelly and nodded his head without hesitation.

"! Deal! But you've got to give us weapons, and ammunition! A pair of claws is not enough, at least two or three thousand people must be armed...... If you can take it out, not only the cannibal tribe will listen to you, but the entire tribe in the city will listen to you! ”

A pleasant smile appeared on Wyatt's face.

It's a little less, but it's enough.

The target of the "guillotine" operation is only the manager, and the real war is the work of the "tsunami".

The alliance would certainly not have imagined that this "assassination" was an operation in units of a thousand people.

And by the time they reacted, it was already too late.

Looking at the blazing hunting claws, Wyatt smiled and stretched out his right hand.

"Deal."