As Ugson had guessed, after the gnoll priests had made a hunting sacrifice, their brutal gods generously blessed the hunt.

For a god who has not yet awakened, such a large-scale blessing of divine power is rare, and it proves that the siege of the Clans in Genoa does indeed give the Lord of the Hunt more divine power to squander.

As for the hunting blessing it issued, it was also quite powerful, allowing the already fast-moving hunters to enter a silent mode of coming and going, and at the same time giving them a near-permanent blessing of "danger vision", and now these jackals can spot those dangerous things in the visual range with the naked eye.

This ability may not sound very powerful, but in today's swampy terrain, having such a pair of eyes can undoubtedly greatly increase the survival rate of the gnolls vanguard.

Today's hunters walk in the filthy swamp without breath leaking as long as they don't enter the battle, and those dangerous plants make it difficult to notice them, and with a large number of kobolds used as cannon fodder to demine, just in the early morning of the day after the ceremony, an area was efficiently cleared.

After all, no matter how dangerous a plant is, it can't evolve a bigger brain than a kobold, and their danger comes more from unknown and stealthy sneak attacks, and if they can be detected in advance, the gnolls have many ways to deal with them.

Whugson was very pleased with this bestowal of power, the only regret was that for now only the Gnoll Hunters could obtain such blessings, and the brutes and priests still had to be careful when moving in the swamps.

In the area where the gnolls have settled, dangerous plants have been uprooted, and ferocious beasts have been captured for meat in pots, and the gnolls have begun to build a forward camp on the other side of the swamp in this step-by-step manner, and it seems that everything is on track, but the bad news is that the plants here are growing extremely fast, and a few hours are enough time for new shoots to grow in the burned area.

In other words, if the gnolls can't advance quickly, once the time drags on, the otherwise safe area will become a nightmare for the predators again.

But now that a solution has been found, the gnolls' war machine is back in motion.

Realizing that the Tranians were prepared to replicate the tactics of the Barren Mountains, and without even needing orders from the Overseers of Hygson, the Hunting Priests began to actively disrupt the psionic energy of the Filthy Swamp in order to disrupt the Telepathic Orb's system of communication and command, which had been proven necessary in previous wars.

While this method is ineffective for the odd undead, for the native forces of Transancia, losing dispatch can easily put them in a passive situation.

Unsurprisingly, players and scouts wandering the swamp find their communication orbs disabling again, which makes the KPA soldiers scold the halflings for being unreliable, but in fact, they can't blame the halflings for this.

When the Computing Orb was designed, it was not used as a killing tool, and the halflings did not plan to use this thing for war, so they naturally did not bother to do anti-interference upgrades, and the communication function of this thing was based on the free psionic factor in the world, and it could not be called a "design flaw" if it failed in a chaotic psionic environment, it could only be said to be a "product feature".

"Hey, it's time for our cool otherworldly technology to come in, and I declare that the days when the Gnoll could cut off Transancia's communication system with a single spell are gone."

In a mire near the eastern edge of the filthy swamp, Sweet Potato Yaki, who has received a new mission, wades through the muddy fields with his three dorm mates while saying strange things.

They formed a standard cover formation, with Sweet Potato Yaki as the avant-garde fully armed, tofu and ketchup on the left and right, cucumber strips advancing in the middle, and he carried behind him something that often appeared in World War II war movies, which was a boxy rectangular metal box, the size of a school bag, and tied to the cucumber strips with a strap.

It's pretty simple overall, but there are a couple of knobs at the top, a talkie that can be fixed, and a short antenna that keeps shaking as you go.

An old-fashioned walkie-talkie.

The military equipment that uses radio devices for long-distance communication, the "invention" of Meng Haha, a member of the Silver Moon Regiment, uses a lot of "local engineering technology" to make localized improvements, in fact, the appearance does not have to be made so "retro", but under the strong request of a group of veterans led by Brother Bang and Lao Qin, Meng Ha finally had to compromise and change it to the current style, and even sprayed the army green paint to ensure "100% restoration".

"There is still a kilometer to go before the scheduled communication test location, and the brothers are working hard."

Sweet potato Yao glanced at the map, turned back and shouted to the three brothers:

"Lao Qin told us that we must complete the encrypted communication test of this thing in a state of strong interference as soon as possible, and we have to use it to call the command of the Maginot Line at a limit distance of eighteen kilometers, in other words, I can't understand how Sister Meng Ha used a wrench to knock out this thing in another world?

I'm not a science student, but I know that this thing needs to be second-handed, right?

How do you rub that thing by hand? ”

"Diode, your sister! Is it obviously a tube? You know you're not a science student, so don't try to figure out what these art students can't figure out! ”

The cucumber strip that was moving forward with the walkie-talkie on his back complained fiercely:

"You just need to know how to use it, do you have to get to the bottom of it? Why don't you go offline now, turn out high school physics, and explain the principle to you on the spot? ”

"That's it, sweet potato roast is nothing to do, and you need to be brutally beaten by Aruba to regain consciousness."

The ketchup next to him teased in a vicious tone, perhaps in order to strengthen his persuasiveness, he also patted the Blood Vulture Claw rifle hanging on his chest, and said:

"You still thought that we couldn't imitate modern weapons in Transnsia, but you see that Brother Loyal is not the same as they have come up with works like Stern under difficult conditions, although this gun is indeed a little rotten, but it is a good thing to be able to open people's brains!

Craftsmen and physicists have always had a bizarre way to achieve such a miracle of science and technology, it's like fucking magic. ”

"Not only that, but when I went back to the Crimson Keep a few days ago to deliver the letter, I saw Mud-chan and a few of his accomplices driving around the city in that smoky coal-burning truck, and they seem to have modified that thing since the last time the car exploded, and now it's driving with black smoke but it looks good."

Tofu pushed his steel helmet and said with emotion:

"I chatted with the mud sauce, and the guy is now full of confidence, saying that his Dongfeng Vehicle Factory has successfully received orders from the People's Army, and that he is ready to develop motorcycles.

No way!

That's a motorcycle!

I've already booked one with him, and I've been tricked into paying a deposit, and when the time comes, when the war is over, wouldn't it be nice to drive you around the world in my cool car? ”

"Brother, you might have been cheated, right?"

The sweet potato turned his head and said in a strange tone:

"Just vomit the production capacity of that vehicle, you listen to him blow! Their coal-burning trucks are now all hand-rubbed, how can they have spare capacity to research and produce motorcycles?

That guy will brag!

I boasted on the forum that I was going to design a powerful armored train, and took us all the way to the Plantagenet Kingdom to rob King Louis's queen to warm the bed, but it turned out that there is no movement until now?

Instead of expecting a cool motorcycle, why don't you find a way to catch yourself a wind vulture in the Flying Feather Valley on the other side of the ancestral woodland of the mountain people, I heard that there are rare thunderbirds over there, and that thing can call lightning when flying, isn't that much more powerful than a motorcycle?

When we finished the battle, we all formed a group to catch one and use it as a multi-person vehicle for our group trip.

I also heard that the high-end players have completed the side quest on the side of the R-9 base, and now that the territory of the elven kingdom has been opened, let's go over and go around together.

Elf girl, hey, hey, hey. ”

"Hehe, your sister, don't make waves, hurry up and finish your work first."

Seeing that Sweet Potato Yao was caught in some kind of damn fantasy, the other three brothers were eager to press him into the mud and wake him up with urine.

The four good friends arrived at the designated place after twenty minutes, they first took out the Calculation Orb to confirm that it was still in a complex psionic environment, and then took out a manual and put the walkie-talkie on the ground.

After some scrambling, the continent's first remote communication, not with the help of psionic spells and occult arts, but through radio principles, was finally pushed into the testing stage.

However, the signal does not seem to be very good, and the sweet potato burns twice and can't be dialed, and the intercom is only a murmur.

"Is this thing broken?"

Tofu, who was standing next to him with a gun on guard, complained:

"I've heard that Sister Mengha's first experiment failed because of psionic interference, saying that the free psionic energy in this world will also cause radio interference when it fluctuates, after all, that thing also belongs to energy, according to Einstein."

"Don't stop Einstein, they all said that you should not play with these concepts that you can't understand at all, and your understanding of Einstein's theory is probably limited to his name."

Some sweet potatoes who were in a hurry to get on fire scolded:

"Didn't Meng Ha say before that she upgraded this thing with the help of Sister Cement? It's our technology, so there's no reason why it can't be connected!

I heard Brother Bang brag before that what kind of combat methods such as full blocking jamming can't take effect now! ”

"Why don't you shake it a few more times?"

A few art students got together to get this encapsulated technology gadget is no way at all, and after the tofu proposal to use "physical repair" was vetoed, everyone was very helpless, so they could only enter the forum by sweet potato roast to explain the situation.

"Don't panic, the effective state of the walkie-talkie is greatly affected by the terrain and environment, if it can't take effect at the limit distance, then go back."

In a special post on the forum, the five pairs of wheels instructed the artist team to:

"Go back to fifteen kilometers and try again, Meng Ha said before, the effect of psionic energy on radio has not yet been fully studied, and the crafting parts she uses are all improvised by the old flywheel according to local methods, so there must be shortcomings in performance."

"But we can use the forum to communicate, and if we can't do it, we can still use our mobile phones."

Sweet potato burn complained in the post:

"We don't need this at all, the gnoll's psionic interference won't affect our actions at all."

"Nonsense! How many players are there? ”

Lao Qin, who was waiting for news in Wolf Castle, jumped out, and scolded with the familiar irascible posture when talking to Sweet Potato Burn in the past:

"You are a young man and don't use your brains, this thing is not made for players to use, this is a communication tool to be equipped into the combat system of the People's Army, under the continuous interference of the Jackals' psionic energy, how do you plan to make the various areas of the Maginot Line, which is more than 100 kilometers long, communicate with each other?

Is it possible to send a message with cavalry?

Players, don't always talk about the difference between players and NPCs, unless we now have more than 100,000 players as an undead army that pushes everything, the matter of Transncia will eventually have to be solved by the locals.

You don't have to back off, call Wolfsburg Command from where you are!

The straight-line distance between these two points is about 14 kilometers, and there is no complicated terrain to block communication, so they should be able to be connected. ”

The sweet potato who was bitten by Lao Qin pouted, with the temper of a young man, he should have quarreled with Lao Qin in the post, but the problem is that as soon as he entered the game, he followed Lao Qin to "fight everywhere", and now he is quite convinced that the old warlord, and he can only call a new target in the same place aggrievedly.

This time it went very smoothly and I got a fairly clear response on the first call:

"Here. Hiss. Is Wolfsburg Command please confirm the beacon. Hiss password! ”

"The mantra is 'The artist is in place.'"

Sweet potato burn grabbed the walkie-talkie's communicator and shouted over there:

"Can you hear me? Feed? The Artist Platoon is in place! Waiting for the command. ”

"Don't be so loud when you hear the hiss, I'm not deaf yet."

Lao Qin's signature tone sounded from the other side, and he could hear that after confirming that the walkie-talkie could take effect in a complex psionic environment, he was actually very happy, so he gave a new order to the artist team:

"Then you go to the tunnel, and Moe Ha has reproduced the wired telephone by the way while designing the walkie-talkie, and Commander Kudell's personal guard has already set up a telephone at point C of the underground tunnel.

That's your next mission, where you can make a call to the Maginot Line Command. ”

"Hey, you're getting more and more skilled in your fingertips."

Sweet potato burnt retorted dissatisfied:

"It took us three hours to get to point C of the F tunnel! Can't you let the other squads carry out the order? ”

"Yes, yes, but why can't the legs and feet of young people be young?"

Lao Qin sneered, and then explained seriously:

"Well, don't be upset, little ones, that test mission was supposed to be carried out by a budding team of proud people who are not falling, but that team was attacked by kobolds as they advanced through the underground tunnels, and their tunnels are now in a pot of porridge.

If you're not going to take on the task of testing communications, why don't you four go back there?

Team up with the thirty-seven budding newcomers of the pride of the unfallen against the surprise attack of at least three hundred armed kobolds from all directions? This shouldn't be difficult for veteran players like you, right? ”

"Well, let's go test the communication, it's also a contribution to the entire battlefield."

Sweet potato burned coughed, hung up the communication very heartily, and took the brothers to prepare to take the tunnel to transfer, but their luck today does not seem to be very good, just entered the tunnel and did not walk a few steps before they heard a bang, the tunnel in front of them was dug down from the side, and then a team of armed kobolds jumped in with a blank face and were greeted by the artist team with bullets.

"Damn! How did all these ground rats dig here? ”

While changing the magazine, Sweet Potato Roast scolded:

"The jackals are starting to learn from us to do underground transfers, too?"

"Isn't this nonsense? The ground is full of man-eating plants and mad beasts, and all kinds of butterfly mines littered around, and if I were a jackal, I would like to go safer underground. ”

The tofu next to him rolled his eyes, turned his head and said to the cucumber strip with the walkie-talkie on his back:

"Signal Soldier! What are you still doing? Hurry up and report the news to Wolf Castle, and ask Lao Qin to send 'pit hunters' to kill this group of kobolds digging underground. Let them know that every inch of the Translancian underground belongs to us, not a place for them to go wild! ”

"Come on, the tunnel has been dug down, this road can't be walked, go up, take the ground to point C of the F tunnel."

The four of them drew their guns and swept wildly, easily killing the seven or eight kobolds in front of them, and after the battle, Sweet Potato Burn stepped forward to check the extent of the collapse of the tunnel, and then made a pessimistic conclusion.

The four of them couldn't dredge the collapse in a short time, but after turning his head and taking a few steps, Tomato Sauce suddenly grabbed his two brothers, he turned around and pointed to the pit dug by the kobolds, and said in a strange tone:

"Say, where did they get here?"

"Hell knows!"

Sweet potato roast complained:

"Didn't the Gnoll players complain on the forums before? Kobold minions dig holes by feeling, and sometimes they don't know where they're going to go. ”

"But there's definitely a starting point."

Tomato Sauce eagerly said:

"If they were dug from near the Gnoll's base camp, wouldn't we be able to launch an unexpected surprise attack along this tunnel? The five pairs of wheels also said before, the essence of the tunnel battle is to surprise it by surprise, and now anyway, the C point of the F tunnel will not be able to pass it for a while and a half, so it is better to try this hole first.

Take a walk and try it, maybe there will be a surprise?

Let's use the walkie-talkie to contact Wolf Castle and report our actions to Lao Qin, quickly! My heart for exploration is already burning! ”

(End of chapter)