At the same time that Rainbow was killed by the commander of the Desert Corps in the midst of the chaos, on the other side of the battlefield, Moulton, who had been transformed into a android, also fell under the random guns of the Death Corps.

His legs were blown off, his arm was broken, and he couldn't find a single intact part of his body, and the damage report information on the main control program kept ringing.

Even so, he didn't stop fighting, and instead drew his rifle with his remaining left hand, trying to aim at the oncoming claw of death.

"Bang ——!"

The bullet burst out of the chamber, but it passed by the target.

"Roar!!

The Deathclaw roared in rage, and in an instant it rushed close to him, biting his remaining arm and tearing it off his shoulder.

Sparks of electricity flew in all directions, and a pungent cloud of smoke escaped from Moulton's shoulder.

The claws of death stomped on his chest, shook off half of his arm, and opened his murderous jaw again.

Morton looked at it expressionlessly, calmly waiting for death, only to see that the gaping mouth was pulled away.

Perhaps fearing that his mount would have a bad stomach, the exoskeleton-clad cavalryman jumped off the lizard's back and removed the sapper shovel hanging beside the lizard.

The sides of the shovel were open-edged, and could be used as both a bayonet and a breaking axe.

Looking at the man who was walking towards him, Moulton, who was originally silent, suddenly spoke.

"I don't understand ......"

Looking at the android stick lying on the ground waiting to die, he paddled the edge of the sapper shovel and raised his eyebrows.

"Don't understand what?"

Morton looked him in the eye and said in a staccato electronic voice.

"You ...... How? We...... At least ...... Four active duty United Nations officers. We don't expect it to be able to resist it...... But to the wasteland ...... It won't be so fast. ”

According to the calculations, the three lines of defense they deployed around Vault 13 can last at least half a month, and it is impossible for them to hold out even one night.

However, the outcome of this war was not what he expected.

The mechanical soldiers who should have lasted longer had systematically collapsed in ways he had not imagined, but these organisms had lasted longer than he had expected......

"Officers on active duty are okay......"

Looking at the iron lump that fell into a daze, he grinned at the edge of the paddling and said teasingly.

"Your war has been fought for three years, ours has been fought for two centuries, why do you think you are more professional? Just by virtue of your rank, you have a rubber stamp on the People's Union? ”

The electronic eyes embedded in the iron pimple flickered slightly, and then dimmed.

"I see......"

They have lived in the glory of the past for far too long.

Whether it's heaven or man.

Or is it the self before becoming a celestial......

Morton didn't speak, as if he had finally figured everything out, and silently accepted the failed ending.

The gunfire continued in the distance.

Although the commander has been killed, the mechanical soldiers who do not know what death is are not stopped, but still carry out the previous orders.

Even if they have lost their reason to continue fighting.

In a sense, they may be the same kind of people as the celestial beings who made them.

The time that belonged to them is over.

Instead of helping to rebuild the world, they are still alive 200 years ago, but rather an obstacle to a new era......

Burning steel covered the wasteland beneath the old space elevators, and the clash of blood and fire continued all night until the morning sun hung on the horizon.

With the last of the humanoid combat armor scrapped, the battle finally ended in the Alliance's victory.

As for the price.

It's not tragic, but it's not easy.

Even though the railgun's first-strike strategic strike wiped out the Enlightenment's surface combatants and mutant cannon fodder, the Celestials' robot army still took a toll on the player.

In just one battle, the total casualties of more than a dozen participating regiments reached 20,000.

Among them, the casualties of the dead regiment were the most heavi, with 11,000 casualties in the whole regiment.

Of course, they also have the largest number of people in the whole server, and the number of people has remained around 30,000 for a long time.

As for the Skeleton Corps, which was dominated by armored units, the casualties were not so heavy.

The blood stained the reddish-brown sand even more red, like a glowing sea of blood in the morning sun.

The only good thing is that players who die in battle don't actually die.

Three days later, they would be able to wake up from the training pod and see the morning sun that was sprinkled all over the earth again......

……

On the official website of "Wasteland oL", the forum is lively.

Cloud players are busy arguing about which Celestial and Enlightenment will be stronger, and how it compares to other forces in the wasteland, while players who have gone offline early are waiting for their newly dead brother to bring the latest first-hand battle report.

Soon, the good news from the front line came, and the reward announcement on the official website also swiped the screen at the same time.

It's not just the Taran Raiders who have received the server-wide announcement rewards and limited titles.

From edge paddling to Mole Dude, almost all of them have unlocked their own achievements and have been inducted into the Hall of Fame on the official website with glittering glory.

After waiting for several months, I finally waited for a hearty decisive battle, and almost all the players who participated in the competition were happy.

Coupled with that generous event points and rewards, the three-day resurrection CD and the withdrawal reaction that can't be online doesn't seem to be so difficult.

Probably.

Edge paddling: "Happy! Hahahaha! It's been a long time since I've had such a good time! (bared teeth)"

Roller shampoo: "It's just a little lonely, empty and cold, I didn't expect this enlightenment to be so unresistant, and I just fired a map cannon and lay down." (sighs)"

Debt Big Eyes: "Anyway, the Enlightenment Society has also been killed, is it time to do the Eastern Empire next?" (laughs)"

Irena: "Saron: Don't come here!!" (Funny)"

Elf King Fugui: "I don't feel like it, I can't see something different from us and go all the way." (Funny)"

Canyon on the Run: "Unless a new expansion comes out." (Funny)"

Old Man with Leftovers: "But they are still slavery, and it is not impossible to rationally analyze a wave." ”

Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "That being said, they've started to change, and the new Westsail Harbor, for example, is actually a good start. Although the power of the people there is still small for the time being, they will always grow up and become a political force for change in the Eastern Empire. If we meddle rashly, it will have the opposite effect, and maybe we will come up with four dissimilarities. ”

The previous legion was actually a four-way legion, but after it disintegrated, it became normal.

The reason why the Eastern Empire is the Eastern Empire is not because they have an emperor named Salen, but because of the common hope in the hearts of everyone who lives in that land.

The latter is the cause, and the former is nothing but the effect.

In this respect, the Willante people in the province of Willant and the province of Bartoya are fundamentally different.

The former already had a constitutional tradition in the time of Julius, otherwise he, the consul, would not have changed anything even if he shouted at the throat.

Although the Southern Legion embarked on the road of militarism for a period of time, the main body of society was the citizens, military officers and industrial owners, which was fundamentally different from the Eastern Legion, in which the landowners and military aristocrats played the main body of society.

Whether or not the Wilantes of the Eastern Empire admit it, the ecological niche that belongs to the tyrant exists objectively, including the tens of thousands of slave owners who are dependent on the tyrant.

Once the visible Majesty is defeated, the Invisible Majesty will emerge to fill the vacant ecological niche.

In fact, this was not just a problem of the Eastern Empire, but a problem common to all forms of feudalism.

Even relatively speaking, the feudalism of the Eastern Empire was actually much more advanced.

At least, whether it is their majesty or the tens of thousands of military aristocrats themselves, there is a desire for progress in their heads.

I was the blackest: "Tsk, why is your guy's tone more and more like Fang Chang." ”

Kakarot: "There is a reasonable suspicion that Eighty Percent also had an adulterous affair with the NPC. (laughs)"

Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "??? ”

Luo Yu: "I'm only curious about one thing right now, what the next expansion will be. (Looking at the sky)"

Feng Qing: "Maybe another planet?" ”

Picking up garbage level 99: "Damn, will this span be too big?" (Stay)"

The mole in the canyon is on the run: "You guys are really hard to serve, you have not yet left Qingquan City, you have been shouting all day long to fly, why are you still deterred when you really fly up?" (Funny)"

Laplace: "Wait, so Wasteland oL is actually just a prequel to the open beta game's setting?!" (Surprised)"

Mrs., you don't want to: "Although I feel that there are problems everywhere, it is inexplicably a little reasonable or something." (laughs and cries)"

Picking up garbage level 99: "Awesome! Use the pre-pass when the beta version is invincible. ”

Tail: "Whoa! "Starry Sky oL", Start! (wearing sunglasses)"

It is difficult for the strongman: "Crying, can I, a mouse, delete the number and repractice?" (crying)"

Extralegal fanatic: "Speaking of which, why didn't you see Lao Bai pretending to be forced this time?" It's not scientific. ”

Commander of the Fountains: "Their battlefield is not on the ground, at the point of Lagrange. I remember that they were attacking about the same time as us, so I guess it's not over yet. ”

Professor Yang of the Thunder and Lightning Law: "Good guy, this "Starry Sky oL" has already been played? ”

Tyrannosaurus Warrior: "Yes, it's already loaded." (cried)"

Canyon on the run mole: "(funny)"

……

The war on the ground is over.

The NPC troops of the First Army of the Alliance began to move in, and the players began to clean up the battlefield after a short rest.

The Enlightenment Society left behind a lot of good things.

Especially the pre-war exoskeletons and power armor scattered on the battlefield, almost all of them are ninety percent new, and they belong to the kind that can be used after washing, which can make a group of players who have never seen the world happy.

Although these pieces of equipment do not belong to whoever picks them up, but are exchanged according to the battlefield score, there is nothing wrong with "trying them on" yourself before turning them in.

The NPCs of "Wasteland oL" are not as rigid as other games, and they do not overly investigate the origin of what players wear, and only when they "register and bind", they will go through a relatively strict review process.

In addition to the equipment and wreckage left on the battlefield, the most valuable ones are the black boxes collected by the Enlightenment Society, and the production facilities restored through the black boxes.

These black boxes were stolen by the Enlightenment Society from other Vaults, and now they are all treasures of the Alliance.

Wave after wave of heavy trucks of the First Army drove into the production facilities of the Enlightenment, and wave after wave in the direction of the Ravenca industrial area.

The treasures will be loaded onto containers and transported by cargo ship to ports on the Death Coast, where they will be transported to the Auroville Industrial Zone or left on the Dead Coast to support local construction, depending on the purpose.

Just when the players were having fun picking up on the battlefield, a group of people came from the direction of the Ravenca industrial area.

Obviously, the smell of blood that permeates the area attracts not only the vultures in the sky, but also the nearby scavengers.

Originally, when the Enlightenment and mutant mercenaries were still operating in this area, almost no one dared to approach this area, but now it is a different story.

After all, looking at the trucks driving to the industrial area of Ravenca, even the stupidest person understands who won the battle last night.

Following the rut marks on the ground, scavengers along the way have come here.

Looking at the gathering of scavengers, the players standing in front of the sentry post on duty stepped forward and shouted at the noisy crowd.

"The battlefield is still being cleaned, it's not safe here, I suggest you wait until it's safe to come over."

The scavengers were in a commotion.

A brown-skinned woman with dreadlocks in her hair walks up to the front and shouts at the player in front of the checkpoint.

"My lord, this is what we do, what do we need to do when we are safe?"

The cloudy pupils carried one part respect and two parts cunning, and the remaining seven points were vigilance.

Although I heard that the reputation of the alliance is good, no one can be sure that the rumors must be true.

But even so, she was willing to try her luck here.

After all, other places that can pick up garbage can't catch up with this feng shui treasure under the feet of the space elevator.

Without waiting for the player to answer, several scavengers standing in front of the crowd also stepped forward and shouted.

"My lord, we can help you clean up the battlefield...... At a suitable price. ”

"We don't have anything else on our minds, we just want to eat."

The two players exchanged glances, and then one of them stepped forward and addressed the scavengers standing in the front row.

"We understand your situation, I don't think there is a problem, but I can't be the master, I have to ask the chief."

"Thank you."

The female scavenger winked at him.

However, the unique shape is still a little too "wasteland punk", and it did not arouse the interest of this young player, but made the latter embarrassed for a while.

That shy appearance caused a burst of laughter around him, but it made the atmosphere in front of the checkpoint a lot more lively.

The local Wastelanders are more enthusiastic than the Wastelanders in the River Valley Province, but unfortunately they are much worse.

The news was reported one by one and was quickly delivered to the staff of the First Army.

After discussion at the meeting, Supreme Commander "Wrench" quickly approved the application of the waste pickers.

While unexploded stray bullets and war machines left on the battlefield can pose a security hazard, they need to think not only about safety, but also about establishing a reliable order on the ground.

Assigning jobs to these pickers is part of establishing order.

Rather than letting these guys sneak into the battlefield to steal the loot at the risk of being caught and blown up, it is better to co-opt most of them at a suitable price, and then use an iron fist to deal with the outlaws who lick the blood with knives, increasing the risk and cost of the latter.

Eventually, when the battlefield is cleared, they will return the dump to the scavengers and recycle the valuable dismantling from them at a reasonable price, thus completing the transition from wartime order to peacetime order.

The administrators intend to build a new settlement here.

In addition to housing nearby waste pickers, the gentleman also wanted the residents of Vault 13 to participate in the construction of the settlement, resuming the responsibilities and obligations they had abandoned......

……

At the entrance to Vault 13, the alloy gate slowly opens.

Guided by the watchmen, the hurried crowd walked through the long corridor, leaving the cradle that had sheltered them for more than a century.

There's a wasteland ahead.

At the same time, it is also their new home in the future.

The early morning sun was shining on the faces of people with different looks, and people looked at the barren ruins and battlefields, their faces full of confusion and hesitation.

Until yesterday, they were still listening to Director Feng's sweet words, believing that as long as they joined forces with the Enlightenment Society and the Heavenly People, their future would be infinitely bright and full of beauty.

However, the reality is not the case -

All they saw was devastated ruins and death everywhere.

"There's a wasteland ahead......"

Squinting at the road ahead, the medical miracle said to Director Feng and the secretary who was still supporting him on the side.

"You've been comfortable for 200 years, and it's time to learn to face reality."

Feng Zhiheng stared at his eyes, his pale face due to excessive blood loss did not have much expression, and it took a long time to squeeze a sentence out of his mouth.

"Actually, you saw it...... The vast majority of people are not prepared. ”

The medical miracle said with a smile.

"So what?"

Looking at this unsympathetic guy, the corners of Feng Zhiheng's mouth twitched slightly, and he lowered his voice and said.

"Because of your plan, they were rushed out...... Is that fair to us? ”

Before the medical miracle could speak, Zhuang Lan, who came from the side with the neck of the president of the Enlightenment Society, took the first step to answer for him.

"This is a question for me to ask you, when Vault 68 opened its doors to explore ways to rebuild civilization, you lived in the Age of Prosperity in Vault 13 ahead of schedule,...... Is that fair to us? ”

Feng Zhiheng's eyes were a little evasive, but in the end, he couldn't avoid the sharp gaze and confused the question.

"So what? You've proven that those beggars are not worth saving, these guys are the root of everything-"

"Anyone can discuss this issue, but you can't," Zhuang Lan looked into his eyes and said word by word, "including me." ”

If there is a reason why, it is because shelters were not built to shelter anyone, but to shelter everyone.

This is the source of legitimacy why it can give up the lives of some people and concentrate on the survival of some people.

From the very beginning, it existed to perpetuate the flame of civilization, even if there were certain twists and turns in the process.

If even this most basic responsibility can be shirked, then the police can refuse to enforce the law because the victim is not perfect, and the firefighter can refuse to rush into the fire because the victim is also the arsonist.

But this is clearly not possible.

Whether it is worth it or not is the evaluation of posterity, and saving those who survive is the duty of the blue coats at this moment.

Looking at Director Feng, who was speechless, Zhuang Lan suddenly teased the corners of his mouth.

"No wonder they don't call you a manager, and you've never called yourself that."

Looking at that blank face, she said in a half-joking tone.

"At least, you're still a little self-aware."