Chapter 170

The valley is in the north of the province.

The cold north wind roared and the snow drifted like a knife.

At a glance, countless craters covered the chapped earth, and the whole wasteland was like being ploughed by something.

Under every inch of soil, there are scorched corpses. On the gentle hill not far away, a burning Lion Flag was obliquely inserted——

That's the flag of the Legion!

Ten days ago, the Legion expeditionary army, which was deadlocked with the Great Rift Valley, launched its first winter offensive against the Great Rift Valley.

This sudden cold winter has brought the physical strength and spirit of both sides to the limit. Everyone knows that the decisive moment has come.

General Klaas, who has experienced many battles, made a decisive move, seized the opportunity of the snowstorm and launched a general attack on the weakening of the Holy Shield System in the bad natural climate.

His judgment is correct.

Unfortunately, although the snowstorm did affect the play of the Holy Shield system, it did not weaken the defensive will of the defenders.

The UAV's bombs, like the sickle of death, rained iron rain on the battlefield. The regiment's artillery fought back, covering the impact of light and heavy armor units and light infantry all over the mountains. In a short position of more than ten kilometers, I saw groups of 10000 people filling in one by one, but no one came back.

The whole battlefield turned into a cruel meat grinder.

Both sides have paid heavy casualties, but the price on the Legion side is obviously higher.

The distant gunfire sounded again, like a beating war drum, but anyone could hear it. The oil in the drum was dry.

The man in the navy blue uniform was awakened by the gunfire.

He shook his head, spit out the mud from his mouth, and struggled to get up from the ground.

Ten minutes ago, as a centurion, he was ordered to lead a small team of 20 light infantry to fill the gap in defense.

His officer did not tell him the specific battle order, but only ordered one sentence - "no retreat", and then he was pushed out.

When he opened his eyes again, the burning flag was hundreds of meters away from him. Looking around, there were no living people around, only the earth where the snow had been dried up.

He lowered his head and saw the swinging trouser legs and half of his intestines.

He could no longer resist the fear in his heart. He lost his rifle, fell in the mud and cried like a baby.

Similar scenes can be seen everywhere on this land.

At the moment, dozens of kilometers behind him, on the plain leading to the northwest of the valley province, a convoy retreating to the west is suffering a devastating blow.

They planned to retreat westward, but two power armored formations quickly intercepted them after breaking through the northern defense zone.

The steel was burning, and few people survived.

A power armor with a searchlight on its shoulder is dragging a man covered in blood out of the wreckage of an SUV.

"I can pay... Ransom." he lost a tooth and stuck his left eye with blood, but he could barely speak. "We lost... I surrendered."

Failure is not terrible.

He Klaas's military life, and not every war can be won.

However, the power armor ignored him, compared the holographic information, and then looked at his comrades.

"It's him, Klaus, the leader of the expedition."

"Are you sure it's not a clone or a similar double?"

"Not sure, but does it matter?"

The crowd laughed.

Yeah.

Does it matter?

The army's strength in the valley provinces has been completely destroyed. They have wiped out hundreds of thousands of troops, leaving the dead to flee.

What if there's a bare commander left?

The power armor, looking back at the man he held in his hand, shook the aging flesh and blood like a chicken.

"There is a nest for the execution of claws nearby."

"Great, those little guys must be very hungry."

"They will like this gift."

Hearing the conversation, Klaus showed a trace of fear on his unchanged face. His dry hands held the steel clamped around his neck and struggled in vain.

"You, kill me... Legion, no, let you go!"

Klass felt hard to breathe.

The man looked at him mockingly and stared into his eyes.

"Then let them come."

"There are no cowards out of the valley."

……

It's light up.

The scattered noise disturbed the peace outside the east gate of the long-term farm. The young guard standing on the fence made a ha Che and gave a tired look to the colleagues who came to change their shifts.

"You're here at last."

The horsefaced guard came. He held an iron teapot with boiling water in his hand and looked at the road outside the wall.

His name is Liuding. He is the adjutant of wrench.

His name was rivet before, but the manager who loved to name people changed it for him, and he accepted it with great joy.

"What happened last night?"

"No," Lu Bei shook his head and carried the gun on his back. "I stared at them all night. Except for the loud snoring, I can't see anything unusual... I'll leave it to you. I have to make up my sleep."

He is the youngest member of the outpost guard. He just turned 14 last month, but he looks like an adult.

In the guard, age and birth are not a problem. The only requirement of managers for them is loyalty and honesty. Although he was the youngest, Lu Bei felt that he was more in line with this standard than anyone else.

Having no family for a long time, he unconditionally believes in saving him from the Marauder's dungeon, the manager. Let alone stand guard, he is even willing to die for him.

"Go and have a rest, boy. I'll take care of it."

Liu Ding patted the young guard on the shoulder, watched him leave, and put the iron tea jar on the frozen concrete bunker.

Looking at the refugee camp, he took down the arbiter rifle on his back and stared in that direction meticulously.

Some refugees came out of the camp and went outside to pick up firewood. Others set up pots and threw snow into them to boil.

The man named Jiuli is commanding them and seems to take care of everything in order, but Liuding doesn't think he can control these people.

Unlike the nomadic tribes with iron axes, Liuding can see from experience that these people are not a group.

Both the distribution and orientation of the shacks and the location of the fire indicate that there are at least four or more groups... Maybe more.

On the other hand, the prisoners of war were also driven out to pick up firewood, and the fuel demand of the whole farm surged several times.

According to old Luca, they have to build two more coal burning kilns in order to maintain a balance of fuel revenue and expenditure. The prisoners of war of the Legion should gather firewood outside all day.

Bearing in mind the instructions of the manager, Liu Ding tightened his heavy rifle to cheer himself up.

"I hope nothing will go wrong."

……

Outpost.

The little fish, who came to the surface early, quietly piled a snowman on the square in front of the sanatorium before the bank opened and everyone went online.

Although it may be meaningless and her snowman is not good-looking, she still wants to do something for those who protect the safety of the shelter.

[today's adventure needs to be refueled!]

On the belly of the snowman hung a wooden card with a line of crooked words, which she had learned recently.

It's finally done.

After patting off the snow on his gloves, the little fish jumped back two steps, looked at his masterpiece with sparkling eyes and raised his thumb with satisfaction.

"Good, good, good fish."

Imitating the tone of an adult manager and praising himself, Xiaoyu slipped away in a good mood.

After a while, players went online one after another.

Seeing the snowman in the square and the crooked words written on the sign, countless small players immediately felt their hearts melted.

“！！！”

"Woo woo, this snowman! It must have been made by little Kerry for me!"

"Crooked, demon spirit? It's time to rush the performance at the end of the year. I helped you find a change."

"I feel full of strength and can even win a cracked clawed crab!"

"Cleft clawed crab? That's not a hand!"

"Good brother, let's go!"

"Hey, hey, it must be Xiaoyu who made it to encourage me. Don't worry, my sister will pay attention to safety and make you delicious mushroom soup when she comes back!" it's not enough just to say. Crow took a beautiful big mushroom out of his pocket and carefully made a nose for the snowman.

"Wait for me! I think there's something missing!"

Seeing the action of crow, Teng suddenly thought of something and clapped his hands. He turned and ran to the hut, took a scarf and came back to hang it around the snowman's neck.

"Naisi!" Tengteng touched his chin with satisfaction and nodded proudly, "it's much better!"

Carrying the just made rocket, the mosquito smiled and wanted to join the fun, but before he got to the square, he was pressed on the ground by a group of enthusiastic little players and ate a mouthful of snow.

"What are you doing! My rocket! That's my rocket!"

"Gan! You give money!"

Yawning Xia Yan went to the third floor with Xiao Qi.

Game player, who make complaints about the screeking of the early morning squeak on the square outside the window, can not help but Tucao.

"I envy them. They are so motivated early in the morning."

"Xiao Qi was also full of energy until he was carried upstairs by a strange woman."

Xia Yan glanced at the wastebasket.

"What do you mean, I'm wrong to help you up?"

Xiao Qi's camera didn't look at her.

"Xiao Qi doesn't want to talk to you today. Please come back tomorrow."

"I'm rare!"

What a problem!

After rolling his eyes, Xia Yan turned and went downstairs to open the door to the weapons store.

Today's No. 404 shelter is as lively as yesterday. Young players went out to work early in the morning.

As for Chu Guang, of course, he was not idle.

As a planner, he knows that he can't always squat in front of the computer to peep at the screen, but he still has to do something to plan.

For example, seek more benefits for players.

81 steel works.

Standing next to a machine with an area of about 67 square meters, Chu Guang looked up and down and said after a while.

"This is called... Punch?"

"Yes, dear manager! It's a little crude, but its function is not bad," brother toilet rope said with a smile. "By the way, this is my graduation project... Although you may not know what the graduation project is."

Chu Guangxin said you really treat me as a fool, but you didn't say much. There was no change in your face.

NPC has this advantage.

When you don't want to answer people, you don't answer them. If you don't want to explain, no one will feel impolite. This is much more comfortable than selling.

Brother Levin said with a smile.

"That's right! The principle of the punch press is almost the same. Circular motion turns to linear motion. We designed a set of motor to drive the flywheel, and the clutch drives the gear, crankshaft and connecting rod to drive the slider for processing. The maximum impulse is average. It's a little difficult to build the engine, but there's still no problem making AK parts. The only trouble is that the quality of lubricating oil is not good, We use birch leaf chrysanthemum terpene acid and turpentine... Anyway, we can move now. Let's take a look later. "

Brother toilet rope: "what AK! It's LD!"

Brother Levin was embarrassed and said, "yes, yes, hey, I forgot."

To be honest, Chu Guang not only didn't think the machine was simple, but even thought it was blown up.

In other words, are the parts used in this machine really cut out by his machine tool?

This is too punishment!

Next to the punch, there is also a hot piercer, which is used to make seamless steel pipe.

The fired steel will be sent under the roll and pressed into a rod shape, and then fixed on the fixture. The plug driven by the motor is used for perforation, cutting, cooling, and sent to the workbench to pull out the rifling with a boring cutter.

Next to the workbench, you can see a batch of steel pipes and gearbox parts completed by production, which is the order that Chuguang asked them to complete before.

"Are these two devices easy to operate?"

"Very convenient!" brother Levin patted his chest and assured, "manager, if you still want to produce anything, just give it to us. Our products are guaranteed to satisfy you!"

Chu Guang looked at them with approval and nodded with satisfaction.

"You did a good job!"

"With these weapons, we have more confidence to survive in this world!"

The check he wrote before can be cashed at last!

Mission accomplished!

They received a reminder at the same time and immediately opened the VM for a look.

Looking at the balance of the enterprise account, brother Levin and brother toilet rope showed excited expressions on their faces.

Rich!

Chu Guang quickly placed a new order for them, and then asked the warehouse keeper to accept the goods and take them to the warehouse.

You can leave the assembly to boss Xia.

She has enough tools there. If the accuracy of the parts is not enough to install, just deal with it a little. It won't be difficult.

However, Chu Guang felt that this worry should be superfluous. After all, the die of the stamping machine was cut with a "magnetically constrained plasma CNC machine tool".

Insufficient mold accuracy?

It doesn't exist!

As for the principle error caused by mechanical motion, it has little effect.

Watching Xia Yan assemble the gun, Chu Guang excitedly took it in his hand and played with it for a while. Then he loaded it with a magazine and took it to the shooting range at the west gate to try the gun feeling.

First a few shots were fired, and then a shuttle was swept.

The caliber of 7mm is slightly smaller than the 7.62mm used in AK, but the length of 50mm cartridge case can insert more charges, and the penetration is still very sufficient.

It's easy to deal with people or aliens!

"This performance is OK," Xia Yan said with a surprised look at Chu Guang. "I didn't expect you to design weapons?"

"I can't do that."

"What is that?"

Chu Guang thought a little and said.

"You can simply understand that... We have a chat place, where many people are very idle, no matter what the bar, quarrel, and then noisy noisy, there will be some do not know where to draw out of the drawings."

To be honest, he didn't fish less himself.

Xia Yan was stunned.

"Is the threshold of your quarrel so high..."

"On the contrary, there is no threshold. Just because there is no threshold, everyone has it," Chu Guang said with a smile, taking out the empty cartridge clip. "No matter these, how about this gun? How does it compare with the drone X-2 assault rifle in Boulder City?"

Xia Yanbai glanced at him and said, "I can say that compared with iron pipe rifles, do you expect to compare the things made in small workshops with the guns made in large factories?"

Chu Guang disapproved and smiled.

"The experience of production is summarized in practice and will always get better slowly."

When players die a few more times, won't this experience come?

"That's right. It's really good to be the first generation." he picked up a cooled cartridge case from the ground, and Xia Yan touched his chin and looked at it for a while. "Let me help you see how to improve it."

There was no sound for a long time.

Xia Yan turned his head and saw Chu Guang looking at him in surprise. He was a little stunned and whispered.

"What's the problem?"

"No."

Chu Guang shook his head.

It's a little strange, but it's true.

This guy has been working harder and harder recently. It's like a different person.

Attracted by the gunfire at the west gate, the nearby players looked here curiously and whispered with interest.

"There's a plot!"

"Sickle! It's sickle! Hahaha, it's finally out!"

"Gan! What I'm talking about is the story of the manager and the owner of the weapons store! Doesn't anyone pay attention to her eyes? Mole, you know what I mean."

"Fuck off, what does it have to do with me? Do you want me to be banned!"

"Gee, the mole lost his dream."

"Bake it."

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