Chapter 150

The northwest wasteland of Qingquan city.

Pine and elm trees covered with snow emerge from the damaged country villas, and yellow Seabuckthorn sways under the dumped buildings. The only road has been buried by time, and the place where you look up is covered with snow.

This is not only the junction of Qingquan city and Tianshui City, but also the border of the southern urban agglomeration of the river valley province.

Although geographically, this original urban area is closer to Tianshui City, in terms of administrative division, it belongs to Qingquan city with more population and more intensive industries.

It has a name full of original ecological flavor, namely elm district.

A large number of elms, pines and cypresses were once planted here, and now only those evergreen trees have survived.

In that distant Utopian era, this area was once a famous summer resort. Linghu Lake in the Southern Dynasty, low mountains and gentle hills in the west, and the occasional breeze and sunset in the forest always make it full of poetry. Those residents of the two cities who are tired of urban life often come here to live in seclusion for a few days.

Because there are no high-rise buildings here and every family has a lawn the size of a basketball court, some people will plant some original flavor crops in the backyard. As a result, the survivors in this area became self-sufficient for a period of time at the beginning of the waste soil era, forming a family based agricultural community.

Of course, it is now deserted.

The savage growth of green plants has replaced the traces of civilization. In just a few decades, the greening rate of this idyllic small village has soared from 60% to 100%. Now it is difficult to distinguish the edge of forest and ruins.

Facts have proved that once human beings adapt to industrialization, it is difficult to leave industry for too long.

Even if many people shout that they are tired of the noise of the city, if they really return to the agricultural era, 99% of them can't stand it.

The original crops planted as a hobby, let alone feeding the refugees, are not enough for the local people to eat by themselves. With the severe winter coming, the large and small agricultural communities soon disappeared into the snow curtain.

Due to the lack of recyclable garbage and the wandering dangerous alien species, few survivors visit here, and only some fearless businessmen will choose to settle here.

Now, however, this deserted urban area is rare and lively.

A group of uninvited guests came from the north and entered here with great momentum.

They hold bolt operated iron tube rifles with uniform style, cheap wooden butt, barrel and even heavy castings. No protective gear, no uniform clothes, only a ragged fur coat and short boots with rough edges barely covered the body.

The only uniform equipment on them, I'm afraid, is the electric shock collar around their neck.

These people are undoubtedly human beings.

But in the eyes of the beast, there was no light and reason of civilization.

Holding rifles and collars, they are more like a group of tamed monkeys. The junior officers who hold the remote control and follow behind them to urge them forward are more like living people.

Knowledgeable people can see the identity of those with collars at a glance.

Clone!

And it's the cheapest one!

There is probably only one organization in the whole continent that can "domesticate" human clones on a large scale and efficiently and put them into the battlefield.

That's the Legion!

Standing next to a damaged house, a man in a navy blue coat looked at the marching troops. His vulture like vision was as sharp as a dagger.

His name is vanus.

Whether in the headquarters of the Legion or in the Oriental Legion to which he belongs, this is an ugly name.

However, contrary to his ordinary name, he has the ambition to become a general.

His desire for honor and power prompted him to join the Oriental expeditionary army, follow the footsteps of general Klaas, and move eastward towards the Great Rift Valley in the north of the valley province.

It is said that "enterprises" in the Far East also sent expeditionary troops there, but unfortunately failed.

However, Vanuatu did not want to express any views or even sneer at the failure of the enterprise.

In his view, those weak people who are greedy for enjoyment and curled up in the interior of a province do not know what war is, and it is natural that they will fail.

The Legion is different.

They are warriors born for battle and flesh driven by iron will.

Whether clones, free people or citizens, from the moment they were born, the iron law of the Legion has branded a steel mark in each of them.

Even without advanced equipment, they can still march in four directions at the same time with the desire for victory and glory and the will to win engraved in the bone marrow, lay a vast territory on a wasteland of ruins, and make countless tribes of all sizes bow down and offer slaves and tribute.

Sooner or later, the fertile rift valley will succumb to the iron hooves of the Legion. There is no exception under the male lion flag. They will use seven days to slaughter the city to punish those who resist tenaciously and sacrifice the dead souls.

Although the war has been deadlocked for a year, vanus has no doubt about it.

They're winning!

Originally, he and his subordinates would participate in the winter offensive, but at this time, a news that could not be ignored came from a distance.

A mobile fortress is heading west!

According to the information collected, the fort came from the Far East Coast and was dominated by a group of aristocrats from enterprises - of course, in their own words, senior employees. Judging from the route, they seem to be going to the west to find the whereabouts of refuge 0.

Coincidentally, the Legion is also interested in refuge 0.

However, it is not a matter for the expeditionary army to intervene. Moreover, it is not a wise choice to divide troops to provoke people in enterprises at this juncture.

Vanus raised an objection to general Klaas, but the objection was rejected.

According to general Klaas, in order to break through the unbreakable Holy Shield System of the Great Rift Valley, the expeditionary army needed this mobile fortress to process nuclear materials for them and produce cheap and easy-to-use nuclear warheads.

Although unwilling to admit it, their tactical nuclear bombs are almost exhausted

"How long are we from the fort?"

Hearing the voice of the officer, the adjutant behind vanus reported in a deep voice.

"Ten kilometers left, sir."

Vanus nodded and said.

"Just stop here. As long as they are not blind, they must have found us."

The Legion doesn't have much black technology, but that doesn't mean they haven't seen it.

Vanus has a clear idea.

Build fortifications, establish positions based on jungle terrain, and then attack their rear with artillery, and finally force them to surrender.

I believe that as long as the cannon rings, those soft footed shrimps who have not fought a hard battle will make a mess themselves.

"Laying foil and insulation foam, and building a command post here!"

Stepping on the concrete brick under my feet, I looked at vanus in the south, and my eyes narrowed into a crack.

"Those iron cans are hard to deal with, but they can't stay there all the time."

"We'll wait for them right here!"

……

Pioneer, a light fixed wing UAV, took off from above the fort and circled along the edge of elm district,

At the same time, the battle command center.

Lu Yang stared at the snowflake like bright spot on the screen and frowned gradually.

"Men of the Legion?"

The UAV operator in front of the console replied.

"It should be, captain."

There are more than 2000 bright and dark spots, which are distributed on the front of 2km wide and 2km deep, like beans sprinkled on the ground.

He could think of no other possibility than the Legion.

Lu Yang has heard before that the people of the Legion hold a DNA fragment banned in the pre war society, which can increase the development speed of the whole life cycle of human cloning to 8 times that of normal people.

These mass-produced cloned slaves can develop from embryos into babies that can leave the cabin in only 1 ~ 2 time. After being sent to the crowded nursery, they will walk through the childhood stage that normal people need 8 years in one year.

In this year, it doesn't matter whether they will learn language or not. As soon as the time comes, they will be sent to a facility similar to a gladiator and spend their second year there, that is, the stage of teenagers.

At this stage, their mortality rate is as high as 50%, and some elite screening facilities can even reach 70%. These facilities will not teach them how to fight, but only serve as a screen for those who can adapt to the battlefield, or fierce enough beasts.

Those who survive will be sent to the front line on their second birthday and become qualified cannon fodder.

Because the growth rate is 8 times that of normal people, their theoretical life span is only 10 ~ 15 years.

But this is not a weakness, because in fact, they won't live that long. The Legion has never stopped fighting. Whether it is fighting against alien, barbarian, mutant or other survivor strongholds, the average life of cannon fodder in the front line is less than 3 years, and the longest is no more than 5 years.

There is a saying that many marauders assimilate slave dungeons, which can be traced back to the Legion. They put the captured slaves in the dungeon, let them fight for food, destroy their spirit and rationality, turn the surviving madmen into cannon fodder, and turn the surviving cannon fodder into their own people

But the Legion usually doesn't have the last step.

This mass-produced clone can only be a slave, and the final fate can only be war death.

In order to ensure the combat effectiveness of these cannon fodder, they will put electric shock collars on each cannon fodder, and every ten cannon fodder will be equipped with a junior officer to supervise the battle, that is, the commander of the Corps.

The team of nearly 2000 people seems huge, but most of the cannon fodder can not form combat effectiveness. In contrast, Lu Yang cares more about why these people appear here.

"Did they say anything?"

"They didn't respond to our radio request, either they didn't have a radio at all, or they didn't want to talk to us at all."

Luyang nodded.

"The former possibility can be ruled out."

"That's the last one," Lee said cautiously, looking at captain Lu. "We have four tactical nuclear bombs left, which is more than enough to deal with 2000 people."

"This is the most optimistic situation. 2000 people stand in the square and let you blow up," Yi Hai, an adjutant of the Marine Corps, shook his head. "They are scattered in the forest and built fortifications, unless we raze the whole forest to the ground... But this is impossible. A conservative estimate is 40."

Not to mention, the other side is scattered in the terrain mixed with jungle and urban ruins. Under that terrain, there are obstacles and bunkers that can be used everywhere.

As long as they dig a few foxholes, they can greatly reduce the threat of explosives. And those clone lunatics like wild animals basically have no morale problem. When the switch on their neck is opened, they go crazy directly, which is better than stimulants.

Luyang thought and said, "unless one is large enough."

Before Li De spoke, Wang Jie, his secretary, shook his head and said, "uranium 235 reserves are not enough, and too much was used before. Heavy hydrogen can only be extracted by the sea. If it is made... With our remaining energy, we basically don't have to consider it."

By the end of the prosperous era, the use of nuclear energy on the planet had evolved from the early D-D fusion to the third generation controllable nuclear fusion.

Pure helium triple fusion.

Under this reaction principle, two helium triatoms undergo fusion reaction, which will produce two protons and one helium atom, and there will be no neutrons in the middle.

It is this technology that the pioneer uses. Naturally, it is impossible to spare time to store tritium with a half-life of only 12 years.

Li De rubbed his eyebrows and said with a headache.

"So what do we do now? Do we watch them build fortifications under our eyes? They are less than four kilometers away from our resource collection point! As long as they move a little further east, they will find our construction site!"

"Maybe they've found out, but they're busy digging now," a marine veteran put forward a reasonable hypothesis.

"Let's do it! There's nothing polite with them! The longer we delay, the harder it will be to bite this bone," the adjutant of the Marine Corps put his fist on the table. "The range of ten kilometers is very dangerous. We can't let them continue."

Kindness does not mean weakness.

Moreover, since they are members of the Legion, there is no need to keep hands on the organized predators.

Lu Yang was not indecisive. He held his chin and thought for a moment. After weighing the gains and losses, he made a decision in only three seconds.

"Attack at 8 pm!"

The Corps has few high-tech equipment, and the darkest technology is no more than individual nuclear weapon launchers and laser rifles. It is mainly equipped with elite troops.

As for these people, it is obvious that they are still far from the elite. It is estimated that there are only some recoilless guns or rocket launchers, not to mention self guided rockets. There may not be wired missiles.

The Marines of the pioneer Corps not only have strong power armor, but also the helmet eyepiece integrates night vision and thermal imaging functions, and there is air support from small fixed wing aircraft in the sky.

When it gets dark, beat them as blind!

Lu Yang's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the big screen.

"Since they refuse to communicate."

"Then teach them to speak human words!"

……

Operation camp.

The players who went to the northern urban area to pick up garbage are coming back from the construction site with laughter and conversation to change shifts with Africans and Mengxin who came from the outpost.

Standing in the middle of the camp, looking at the vast sea of people coming back in the distance, he gave up smoking and shouted excitedly.

"Group leader! Fangchang! Strong wind! Night ten! Where are you?"

After shouting for a while, before long, four small players who seemed to drill out of the coal mine came up and smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Yes, man, you're up at last."

Quit smoking: "Hey, there are tears when you talk too much! Who are you?"

The square chief smiled and said, "I'm the square chief! The one who doesn't shave is Lao Bai. The most coquettish one next to him is night ten, and the sullen one is the strong wind."

Night ten smiled and said, "I don't agree! What's the most coquettish of Lao Tze? Isn't the most coquettish wind? Don't you think it's not enough to show how obscene he is that he can get to the first echelon with the intelligence department without talking at ordinary times?"

Gale: "go away."

Lao Bai patted him on the shoulder, smiled and said.

"It's really not easy for you! I remember you made an appointment in version 0.1? It should be the best appointment at that time. There are more and more people behind, which makes it more difficult to arrange!"

The excited face of quitting smoking: "Hey, there are tears after talking too much! I really watched the appointment threshold change from 10 questions to 100 questions. I smoked seven times in a row and didn't win once. I'm going to crack."

Lao Bai sighed: "it's all right. You're not the only African. You didn't see that many brothers on the forum began to update the queue diary. The qualification for the closed beta of the game is really a little less. It should be much better when the internal beta starts."

"In fact, there are a lot of them," said the chief with a smile. "Which game company can give players so many devices on credit for free? It has 400 helmets? Everyone is in a hurry. The main reason is that the completion degree of the game is a little high. I've only encountered a bug after sealing and testing for so long. To be honest, I'm quite surprised."

Night ten smiled and said, "brother Guang said, I'm working overtime now. Even if you lick me, I can't hear what you're talking about."

Fang Chang: "Gan! Is your father such a person?"

Lao Bai put his right hand on his shoulder.

"No bullshit, brother. We'll go back to the outpost later. There's another one that hasn't been brushed. Tengteng pointed out the weaving technology two days ago. So many people are waiting to change their armor, and the demand for the cocoon of the devil moth will certainly go up. Just now the task here has been completed, and we're going to take some time to knock down the B1 layer of the greenhouse site."

"After a while, just follow the big army. First, get familiar with the operation. The process of the game is still very simple."

"When you go back to the outpost base, we'll take you down to practice level!"

I heard that I had a thigh to take with me. When I quit smoking, I nodded happily and smiled.

"OK, boss! I'll move the bricks well and get the equipment out first, so as not to delay!"

Night 11, his face sighed.

"You newcomers are really a little lucky. As soon as you come out, you catch up with the expansion film, and you are still a big expansion film for opening a new map! Once you get the reward of this expansion film, you graduate directly from the novice village. What's like us at that time, we had to make our own stove, burn cement, burn iron, and fight with bows, arrows and spears."

"Yes, compared with the 'land boating', the 'winter is coming' is a younger brother. He doesn't have equipment or food. He doesn't even have a picture cake PV, and he has to hold a brick ula." the square leader also sighed with emotion on his face, "your wave is the choice of heaven. Once you come out, you have everything."

Quit smoking, embarrassed to touch his nose, hehe said with a smile.

"Keep a low profile, hey hey... When you say that, I suddenly feel lucky."

Night ten hehe smiled.

"Is my heart full of gratitude?"

"That's necessary!"

At this time, the distance suddenly came rolling thunder.

Five friends of cattle and horses looked North together and wondered what happened behind the snow curtain.

However, at this time, night ten's face suddenly changed slightly.

The crisis omen that surged into his heart made him almost instinctively shout.

"Lie down!"

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