After the agreement was reached, the group temporarily returned to the side of the convoy.

Looking at Captain Wyatt, who had a confident expression, Augur, the bodyguard and deputy who followed him, whispered.

"Can you do it with these guys?"

Hearing the concern in that tone, Wyatt smiled faintly and said unconcernedly.

"If we wait until we are 100 percent sure of anything, we can't do anything."

Augur whispered.

"I'm just worried that these guys will betray us."

Wyatt chuckled.

"That's the least thing I'm worried about, they won't do it."

Og cast an unexpected glance at him.

"You believe in a bunch of marauders?"

"I don't believe it, these scum don't get mixed up with this and grab food from rats and cockroaches if they talk about morality at all," Wyatt took out a wet towel and wiped his hands, threw it on the side of the road, and said slowly, "But they have no other choice in this matter." ”

……

After reaching an agreement to cooperate, Wyatt and his party settled in Rock Mountain City, and soon arranged surgery for the leader of the man-eating tribe, Huntclaw.

The surgery went very well.

Their prosthetist not only fitted the hunting claw with a titanium retractable steel knife and radius, but also strengthened the motor and nerve elements of the tendons in his legs.

Huntclaw was quite satisfied with the greeting gift they provided, and the other marauder tribes entrenched in Rock Mountain City also turned red and took the initiative to find Wyatt to cooperate, for fear that it would not benefit if they agreed too late.

Wyatt was also quite generous to those who were willing to cooperate with the predators, and the only two operating tables were even more busy working overtime.

In fact, the expensive prosthetics were only used to demonstrate the sincerity of the Legion and to buy off the leaders of the Marauder tribes.

The real thing used to improve the combat effectiveness of the Marauders is mainly based on exoskeletons purchased from the Free State, as well as assault rifles and anti-armor rocket launchers, etc.

Since the Southern Legion had no permanent base in the Far East, they procured even the operating table for the prosthesis from the Free State, and even used silver coins.

Those guys are willing to sell anything, even if it's a weapon against themselves, as long as they are willing to give money.

But for Wyatt, they're clearly not smart enough.

What else can the legion buy these weapons for? It was nothing more than for their "old friend" Dawning City to the south.

At least in Wyatt's view, if the "guillotine" operation succeeds, whether the "tsunami" plan goes as smoothly as expected, the alliance is bound to fall apart.

And once the alliance disintegrates, the currency of the alliance will soon become a pile of waste paper.

When the time came, they had a pile of silver coins in their hands, and there was no place to cry.

At the same time as the operation was arranged, truckloads of munitions were also driven to the vicinity of Iwayama City, and the marauder tribes entrenched in the city came to pick up the goods themselves.

In this way, the Southern Army managed to assemble a group of stragglers armed to the teeth on the eastern side of the Alliance.

And those marauders also enthusiastically rubbed their hands after getting their equipment.

However, not everyone is confident about the war that is about to begin.

For example, the commanders under the Hunterclaw are full of worries about whether they want to follow the legion.

It is worth mentioning that the cannibal tribe is only a tribe of marauders on the scale of a thousand people.

Although their leader, Huntclaw, was called the Captain, he did not have a team of 10,000 men under his command, and it was impossible for his Commander to be in charge of a thousand men.

This is common in the wasteland, and there are even tribes that are all centurions and centurions.

In fact, the only marauder tribes that really put together a team of 10,000 people were those clans of the Chewing Bone Tribe.

After all, those guys were funded by the legion, and they relied on the raids of the south to coerce many people.

However, even the Bone Chewing Tribe, which had hundreds of thousands of troops, was ultimately defeated by the Alliance.

This is where the concerns of the commanders lie.

There are lessons from the Chewy Bone Tribe, and they really can't imagine their odds.

Not to mention, compared to the Bone Chewing Tribe, their strength is a little less meaningful.

in the tent of the council.

Looking at the hunting claws that walked in after the curtain was opened, a burly commander said in a hoarse voice.

"Boss, are we really going to work with those guys? That's what a legion. ”

His name is One-Eyed, and he used to be a wasteland traveler in the Prancing Horse Province, working as a caravan guard for a while, but then he became interested in his employer's goods, colluded with marauders, and lived a life away from civilized society.

Later, the survivors of the Prancing Horse Province migrated to the settlements of the Alliance, and there were fewer and fewer fat sheep around, so he followed the survivors to the area of Haiya Province, and then to the area of Rock Mountain City, where he joined the cannibal tribe.

As for why it's called the name One-Eyed, it's another story that doesn't have a few thousand words to tell.

The Legion equipped him with a mechanical prosthetic eye, and now his right eye is back to light, with a number of features that were not available before, such as zoom focus and ballistic calculations.

However, unlike other fanatical marauders, he was not thrilled by the Legion's handouts, let alone the plans of the Willants.

It won't do them any good to destroy the alliance.

Those civilized people are like the source of a river, and those of them who make a living by robbing must have a river to fish sustainably.

Moreover, in terms of strength, it doesn't seem like a smart idea to go head-to-head with the alliance.

If the Legion is as omnipotent as they boast, then why don't they destroy the alliance themselves and entrust these mercenaries to do the work.

Looking at the hesitant one-eyed, Huntclaw didn't take it to heart, but just said lightly.

"Or else?"

One-eye said in a low voice.

"I've heard they don't have a good reputation...... To the north, in the province of the River Valley, a bunch of fools listened to them, only to be crushed into a pinch of dust. ”

"I'm sure the benefits promised to them by the Legion will not necessarily be less than the benefits promised to us."

Everyone in the tent looked at each other for a while when they heard this, and many guys who were originally in high spirits also had hesitant expressions on their faces.

They all knew who One-Eye was talking about, nothing more than the legend of the Marauders, the bone-chewing tribe that swept through half of the valley provinces.

Whispers rang out.

“…… It's not a good deal. ”

"Anyway, the weapon has already been given to us, so it's okay if we don't work, right?"

"That's it! It's not like we've never done it......"

"It's not bad to sell them to the Alliance, anyway, when the time comes, the Alliance won't recognize what we do!"

Looking at the whispering crowd, Huntpaw sneered but didn't join the crowd.

Of course, he also knew that it was not a good idea to directly clash with the Alliance.

But at the same time, he also knew that he had no other choice when he had already embarked on this path.

"We don't have a choice."

Hearing the leader's voice, the marauders who were still chattering instantly fell silent.

Looking at the face that was either apprehensive or fierce, Huntclaw raised his voice and continued.

"For us, it's not just a matter of buying and selling, it's about whether or not we can survive in this wasteland!"

"Think about why you're here!"

"The Leaping Horse Province has run out of sheep, first one or two survivors have moved, and finally the entire settlement has moved away, without which the slave owners' farms would not be able to operate. These guys are either moving or they're getting ready to move! ”

"Not even the survivor colonies, the caravans on the East Coast no longer traveled overland, but took all their treasures to sea!"

"Think about why you're here!"

Looking at the speechless marauder leaders, Huntpaw continued to raise his voice, infusing hatred into his voice.

"If we sit idly by, those who claim to be civilized will continue to grow their strength, and then build a high wall on their borders to completely isolate us from the civilized world! Let's rot with those mutated creatures! ”

"Listen to what they say! Instead of destroying one or two hordes of Marauders, they're going to end the entire Wasteland Age! Start a new era without us! ”

"You think you're doing multiple-choice questions? No, you don't have a choice, or any of us don't! We have only one way to live, and that is to destroy them, cut their flesh and chop it into stuffing, and throw their bones into a pot to stew! ”

"Only after they are destroyed will countless survivor settlements emerge from the wasteland again! Things will go back to the way they used to be, and we'll be the most feared beings in the entire wasteland! ”

"For the sake of our tomorrow, they must perish!!"

The more excited he spoke, the more excited he became, and the one-eyed and other leaders of the ogre tribe who stood in the tent watching him were even more stunned by his roar.

Everyone, including One-Eye, came to their senses, and this deal meant much more to them than just a deal.

This is their only chance to survive -

If the Alliance-led order continues to swell, sooner or later they will lose all space to survive!

"Fight with the dogs of the Alliance!"

"Chop them up!"

"Whoa!!"

The people in the tent shouted in high spirits.

They whistled, spittle stars flying, and their pupils gleamed with a fierce light.

Looking at the people with the fighting intent boiling in their chests, the corners of Hunterclaw's mouth curled up with a satisfied smile.

That's what he wants.

That guy named Chu Guang must die!

He didn't hate him for a day or two, though the guy didn't necessarily recognize him.

And now, with the enemies of the alliance coming to his door, he finally sees the hope of realizing his dream.

He'll use these claws in his hands to pull out that guy's heart!

……

Just as the ghosts were crying and howling, two Viper transport planes dragging the plasma plume landed one after the other on the tarmac outside Settlement Ten.

When the transport plane landed, Chu Guang glanced down at the settlement and took in the scenery of Settlement No. 10.

Compared to Settlement No. 1, which already has a population of more than 100,000, this settlement of less than 2,000 people resembles a small fishing village.

A two-man wall encloses the settlement, and bungalows of varying heights are scattered along several straight main roads. Judging from the variety of shapes, it is thought that it should have been built by the locals themselves, rather than by professional designers.

In the street near the sea, many houses have fish drying racks hanging at the door.

It can be seen that fishing is the main source of income in the region, followed by scavenging and farming.

Local business activity is concentrated in a bazaar near the North Road.

There are quite a few locals' own shops, as well as trucks selling goods and sourcing products...... And most of them came from Settlement No. 1.

According to the information provided by Xiao Qi, half of the survivors living there are soldiers of the Southern Construction Corps, while the remaining half are mostly survivors who migrated from the Prancing Horse Province.

Aside from players everywhere, there are hardly any survivors from Dawn or Dawn living here.

Actually, this is also normal.

The population siphoning effect of developed regions on less developed regions is true wherever it is placed.

Especially in the wasteland, development means not only prosperity, but also security.

Even survivors who migrated from the east preferred to take two extra steps to Settlement No. 1, which has more jobs and more people, than to live in this relatively less developed area.

Not to mention the survivors of the South China Sea Alliance, whose "spiritual home" is the French fries port in the Baiyue Strait compared to the Death Coast.

However, it is reassuring to know that even though this is probably the most underdeveloped part of the alliance, supporting facilities such as roads, power poles, and signal towers are still paved.

Two concrete piers stand up to the reef-covered coastline.

Although there are no container ships docked here, there are many fishing boats and salvage boats that local residents have bought with loans from the Union's banks next to the wharf.

At this point, most of the adults went out to work, and the children attended the only school in the settlement.

Even if Chu Guang thinks that the local development is not good enough, judging from the spirit of the locals' active work and the busy situation on the dock, the locals themselves are quite satisfied with the life here.

After all, in the wasteland separated by a wall, let alone living and working in peace, even living is a luxury.

Marauders will trouble them every once in a while, and even if they make offerings on time, they will inevitably be beaten by the autumn wind.

Even if there is a survivor colony similar to Boulder City that happens to be nearby, they don't have to expect the banks there to lend them money to improve their lives.

Vega, who sells nutritional pastes in Boulder City, Sid, who runs the settlement, and even the Bloody Hand Clan and Brown Farm are tacit communities of interest.

Even the powerful "old leech" of Bate Street, who seems to be bullied by marauders, and Liszt, a merchant before choosing to be a person.

Before the birth of the alliance, they were all on the same oil press, but in different "ecological niches".

And now the Alliance, which has managed to break the game, is radiating a new order to the wasteland.

This trick still seems to be working very well.

Most wastelanders appreciate the benefits of order and don't think about returning to the wasteland anymore.

Even if they return to their hometown one day, they will bring back the ideals and blueprints for the new era.

After the plane landed, Chu Guang met with a group of high-ranking local authorities on the tarmac.

These include the battalion commander of the militia unit in settlement 10, the detachment commander of the Construction Corps, the head of the Security Bureau, the mayor of the town hall, and the only five elected local representatives and the usual members of the organizational meeting.

For the sake of coming, Chu Guang shook hands with everyone, and then politely greeted a few more words before continuing in a critical tone.

“…… Don't do all this red tape, I'm most afraid of you doing this. Li Jinrong doesn't forget it, Weifu City no longer needs the Southern Construction Corps, he is in a panic after everything is done, and you obviously still have a lot of work to do, what are you coming to me to report? ”

"Do whatever you want, if there's a need, I'll go to you."

Unexpectedly, the hot face was attached to the cold buttocks, and the mayor was also unspeakably aggrieved in his heart, and explained with a wry smile.

"We're also worried about where we didn't do a good job and didn't live up to your expectations."

Chu Guang: "Then you shouldn't come to me, but you should go to the dock and ask the citizens of the Alliance and the future citizens what are the inconveniences in their lives, or if you have any good ideas for the future of Settlement No. 10." Their expectations are my expectations, and if you come and ask me for my opinion, it is better to spend your time with them. ”

The mayor said immediately.

"I'll go to the docks."

Chu Guang: "......"

Looking at the group of people who were reluctant to leave, Chu Guang sighed in his heart.

Some of the people who came out of the Southern Construction Corps were too obedient, and even after they came down from their original positions, they were still engaged in the same way as superiors and subordinates when they came to their new posts.

It's hard to say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing, there are pros and cons in the short term, but in the long term there are definitely more faults than good.

However, it is gratifying to know that even in such a situation, some young people with ideas can still be born in these settlements, even if their ideas are not exactly the same as their own.

Thinking of this, Chu Guang suddenly wanted to talk to Gu Ning, the representative who had been in the limelight recently.

Of course, this will have to be after he has settled the current troubles.

After meeting with a group of "NPCs", Chu Guang saw the spring water brother dressed as an overseas Chinese not far from the tarmac.

It's much easier to meet the players.

Although on the surface he will still show the majesty of the camp boss and satisfy the players' sense of substitution, but in his heart he is in a relaxed state.

And you don't have to worry about the severity of the tone of your voice, you can say it directly, and you can fart it directly.

Bringing the spring water aside, Chu Guang looked at him and said.

"According to information sold to us by intelligence traffickers in the Free State, the equipment sold by their arms dealers to mystery buyers has recently entered Haiya Province. At present, it can be basically concluded that the identity of the buyer is the General Staff of the Southern Corps. ”

"Two of them came into our field of vision, one was a commander named Wyatt, who was a member of the General Staff of the Southern Corps. The other is the former commander of the 140,000th Brigade of the Eastern Legion, Kondla, who used to work for the Eastern Legion's eastward expansion faction, and now presumably defects to the Southern Legion. There was intelligence that proved that the weapons of the Chewing Bone Tribe were provided by this guy. ”

Hearing the name Condra, the spring commander was stunned, and subconsciously held back a sentence of "".

It had been a few years old, and it had even been going back to the alpha version, and he had almost forgotten it.

Seeing that the manager stopped and did not continue to speak, Quan Shui coughed lightly and said.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a little surprised, you go on."

"It's okay," Chu Guang nodded and continued, "In short, the basic situation is like this. According to our intelligence officers, the Southern Legion intends to plan an attack against me, and that the main contributors to the attack will be marauders roaming the vicinity. ”

"Damn, attacking you?! How dare they?! Izumi was startled again and said in disbelief.

It's not that it's not possible, the success rate of doing this on the territory of the league is really a bit low.

Chu Guangyan said succinctly.

“…… This is the most effective decision they have made based on the current situation, and according to our intelligence officers, the estimated number of people in the attack may be two to three thousand, and the possibility of their use of weapons of mass destruction cannot be ruled out, so I intend to place the place of engagement outside the settlements. ”

Hearing about weapons of mass destruction, Izumi's expression became serious.

“…… Do you have any specific plans? ”

Chu Guang said with a faint smile.

"The plan is very simple, since they are coming for me, then I will deliberately send them a flaw."

Looking at the shocked spring water, Chu Guang paused for a moment and continued.

"I plan to use this opportunity to squeeze out the sepsis that has gathered in this area all at once. While it is unrealistic to expect to wipe out the marauders in the northeastern part of Haiya Province in one or two battles, it is also a good means of intimidating them with devastating power. ”

Anyway, what should come will still come, so it's better to take advantage of the conspiracy of the Southern Legion.

"One fish and two eats" is such a thing, Chu Guang, as a card master, is simply not too skilled in operation.

After listening to Chu Guang's plan, the spring water commander's face showed an embarrassed expression.

After a moment's struggle, he spoke in a cautious tone.

"Well, while you may have considered some unexpected scenarios, a plan doesn't play the way it goes...... Ahem, I mean there may be unplanned variables. In short, I don't recommend that you use this bait yourself, it's too risky. ”

No way.

Who wants this guy to be the "real spring"?

Dog Planner has emphasized more than once that the server is reset directly after the administrator dies.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy was also a permission dog, Izumi would have really wanted to come up with a bad idea on the forum and lock this guy in the cultivation tank of the vault and soak it.

Not only will there be no safety issues, but it will even have the effect of prolonging life.

Tut.

Thinking about it this way, Lao Tzu is simply too filial.

Looking at the loyal spring water brother, Chu Guang's eyes were a little strange, and a sentence popped out after a long time.

“…… When did I say I was going to be the bait myself. ”

Without waiting for the spring to speak, he continued.

"I'll lend you that blue power armor to wear, and if they do pull out a tactical core, you can go up and carry it for me."

Commander of the Spring: "......#@"

MMP！

Sloppy!

(End of chapter)