The rolling thunder in the distance disturbed the tranquility of Spring City.
Behind the ruins buried by the snow curtain, in Boulder City located on the edge of the third ring road, people passing through the corners and alleys raised their heads one after another.
"That... what sound?"
"Snow and thunder are quite rare."
"That's not lighting... Kind of like something exploded."
"North? I heard it's been a long time."
"Shouldn't you be calling in Spring City? There's nothing good here for those country bumpkins to worry about."
"You said that he is a hillbilly, and you still expect him not to miss you?"
"So what if you do call? Mr. Jonson will definitely find a solution!"
Can't see too far here.
"Citizens" who can survive in the city will never go outside. The poor who live at the foot of the concrete walls do go out and scavenge, but usually not very far.
In the bar on the street corner, a few experienced mercenaries heard some clues from the explosion, but they just shook their heads and continued to drink the beer whose bitterness was diluted by water, not even interested in talking about it.
Whatever happens there isn't something they should be concerned with. Even if there is a lot of work there, it is unrealistic to go to the northern suburbs of Spring City from the edge of the third ring road in this terrible weather.
After all, poor ghosts like them don't have the opportunity to be on the plane...
Inner City Central.
The top floor of the pitch-black building.
A man in a formal suit stood in front of the French windows with a meticulous expression on his face.
Of course, the northern suburbs of Spring City can't be seen from here. Boulder City is surrounded by tall buildings. No matter which direction you look at, you can only see a gray ruin.
But. His eyes are not just here.
Gazing at the reflection on the floor-to-ceiling windows, he whispered to himself.
"Even the nuclear bomb was used."
There was a response in my ear.
"Yes, my lord."
"What's the ending? Who wins."
"It seems to be a person from the enterprise."
The man nodded.
The combat power of the Legion is very strong, but after all, it is restrained by the people of the Great Rift Valley. The company has fewer people, but has advantages in equipment and logistics.
The probability of victory or defeat was originally 4:6, but it became 3:7 at the moment the tactical nuclear bomb was dropped. If the Legion did not have a stronger hole card, it would be reasonable to lose.
Of course, this is an analysis from the perspective of a spectator. After all, there is still a big difference between war and playing poker. Even if the odds of winning are 1/10, there is still a possibility of winning.
But. The casino is expected to be very lively today.
Those who bet on the legion to win may have to pay a lot.
"Do you want to intervene?" The voice next to the ear asked.
"If the commander of the legion is still alive, buy him and wait for the envoy of the legion to come as a favor."
The voice continued, "What if he dies?"
"Then say hello to the people in the company and remind them to use less radioactive weapons. The aftermath of that thing will be very troublesome."
Whether it's a legion or an enterprise, it's best to keep their conflicts to a minimum. This is the River Valley Province, no matter which side of them is too far away from here.
"We'd better not get involved in their conflicts. It's troublesome to offend anyone, and it's no good to please anyone."
"But after all, it happened on our territory."
"Send someone to mediate."
...
Brown Farm.
Looking at the flames rising in the distance, the farmer hiding in the house shivered and muttered incessantly.
"Nuclear bomb...tactical nuclear bomb..."
The young daughter looks at her father in confusion.
"Dad?"
"Don't worry, honey," said his wife softly, putting her hand on his shoulder, "it's far from us."
"Roll!"
The man waved his hand angrily, but the back of his hand accidentally slapped the little daughter's face, and the head flew out.
Electric sparks danced around the lonely neck.
The wife was taken aback for a moment, sighed softly, and walked towards the head in silence.
Seeing the head rolling on the ground, the man was slightly taken aback, and quickly calmed down, but he still couldn't help chanting.
"Damn it... there won't be another war."
"We've spent enough money this year! Let me rest for a second!"
...
Beit Street.
A group of survivors looked at the sky not far away, from here to the direction of Lonia Lake, only a small beam of light could be seen.
Many people came out of the shacks, looking at the distant light and whispering.
Yugin glanced at his elder brother and asked in a muffled voice.
"Brother, what is that?"
Yudeep frowned.
"I don't know. It doesn't look like it's at Lonia Lake, it seems to be a little further away... Tuna District?"
For the survivors of Beit Street, it is a rather unfamiliar name, only occasionally heard from the scavengers from the north. It is said that it is an old urban area covered by forests, let alone usable garbage. Not even a whole brick can be picked up.
Yudeep has only been there once when he was so old, and he followed the footprints of the deer. When he came back, in order to avoid the bloody-hand people, he spared a long way.
Yugin was stunned.
"Is it far from Brother Lucius and the others?"
Yudeep nodded.
"It's quite far away, about 20 kilometers away."
"Oh, that's okay," Yugjn heaved a sigh of relief, scratching the back of his head and said, "I'll go see Yuki tomorrow, she has been away from home for a while."
Yudeep also missed his little sister, and said.
"Go and see her, hope she's doing well over there."
Yugin: "Brother, why don't you go together?"
"I'll forget it, the guards still have to train, we still have patrol missions every day," Yudeep rubbed his younger brother's head, "You should go to the castle to learn some characters when you have time, anyway, you have time in winter."
Old Charlie's school?
Isn't that what kids do?
Yugin remembered that there seemed to be children under the age of 16. The adults in the family sent the children there to learn to write and count in order to save money for two meals.
"Why should I learn that thing..." Yugin said in a daze.
Yudeep didn't know how to explain it. After all, he was also illiterate. He only wrote his name when he went to night school recently, so he could only say something vaguely.
"Anyway, this is what Brother Lucius got. You just need to learn it. It will definitely be useful."
An outpost a few kilometers away.
Hearing the voice, Sumeria came out of the weapon shop with a stick on his crutches, looked at the flickering light in the north, and whispered in a daze.
"...Tactical nuclear bombs? These people are too aggressive."
Tactical nuclear bombs with a yield of less than 1 ton can be bought with bargaining chips in Boulder City, but few people will buy those things.
On the one hand, it is expensive. On the one hand it is dangerous.
Many alien species are keen to settle in areas with dense radioactivity, such as split claw crabs, night goblins, death scorpions and other extremely dangerous alien species especially like it. The radioactive energy will make them excited like taking drugs, and ferocious.
If it's in an urban area, it's often a hotbed for nibblers and crawlers. If it is in the suburbs, it is hard to say what strange species will be attracted.
At this time, Sumeria suddenly noticed that there was a small figure at the gate of the nursing home, looking at the northern sky like her.
The light of the torches at the door flickered. Even from a distance, she could still see those big black eyes, full of fear and worry.
Sighing, she walked over and put her hand on Yuki's head.
"What's that?" Yuki asked softly.
Sumeria slowed down her tone rarely, and comforted her softly.
"It's not a good thing... But it's okay, they are all strong, and nothing will happen. Go back, it's getting late."
...
Because of a tactical nuclear bomb that suddenly detonated, the survivors in the entire northern suburb of Spring City were panicked.
Although occasionally, Legion would throw a nuclear bomb to detonate alien species, but the power was much smaller than this, only a few hundred kilograms or about one ton equivalent, and the sound was not so loud.
Some say the Legion is coming from the north.
But no one can explain why the Legion came to this place where even birds doesn't shit.
Some people also said that super mutants appeared, and local survivors detonated tactical nuclear bombs in order to survive.
But no one could think of any survivor colony in the northern suburbs that could deal with super mutants.
In contrast, the official website of "Wasteland OL" is bustling like a festival at the moment.
In fact, in-game activities are no different from festivals for players.
On the forum.
Quit smoking: "Damn it, I'm so cracked! I walked 10 kilometers and didn't even see the construction site. A shell was taken away my poor life! ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽"
Irena: "Fighting for two minutes, running for two hours, it's god level bad luck. (≧▽≦)"
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "Hey, old man, are you down again?"
Irena: "Call me old man again! (`Д′*)9"
Picking Up Trash Level 99: "It's so cool! I'm blowing it up hahahaha! I rushed into the trench with a sliding shovel, It's just these little monsters who don't talk about common sense, and blow me up with a bundle of grenades! "
WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "Next time, the boiler will have to be charged. It's not expensive, so I'll charge you a cost price, 100 silver coins. (｡•̀ᴗ-)"
Picking Up Trash Level 99: "Damn! You are stealing money!"
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "So many familiar IDs, how many people died in this wave?"
Irena: "At least there are 20 of them. Anyway, when I got down, there was a row in front of me... Hey, the automatic rifle was quite cool, and it was a rush to rush over. Unfortunately, there are only two left. It’s a pity that the magazine is not finished. ╮(. ᴗ .)╭”
Crazy Bookworm: "There must be more than twenty, this time it might be over a hundred! Wait for a little friend who was replaced by a teammate to come down."
Red Face Boxer: "Hahahahaha! I made you laugh at me so stupidly, aren't you stupid? Come down to accompany me this time, right?"
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "Don't brag, we died in the team battle after all, and after a while the loot will be counted and there will be money for it, anyway, I think it's worth it. ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
Irena: "Indeed, the scene was quite spectacular, and it shocked the eyeballs, especially the wave at the back rushing along with the power armor. Anyway, I think it's worth it. ( ´◡‿ゝ◡`)"
Makabazi: "#&@!(ノ｀Д´)ノ彡┻━┻".
The forum was full of joy again, and the big guys were speculating about the final benefits of this battle.
It’s unrealistic to buy a power armor. It needs to be level 30 equipment in other games, so basically don’t expect too much in the early stage. But it's always okay to buy a gun, right?
After waiting for a long time, almost noon in the real world, someone finally brought the battle report from the front line.
Tabletop Cop: "Brothers, I have been killed! A total of 117 people were killed, more than half of them died. It was too tragic! But the other side was worse than us. I heard that there were more than 2,000 corpses dragged out of the trenches. The tools are complete! But this time we probably made a fortune, we seized 5 light trucks, and we don’t know how many supplies we put in the fortifications! Now we’ll see how the spoils will be divided!”
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "Hey, my requirements are not high. I just hope that I can buy that automatic rifle. If it's not possible, I can dismantle the red dot sight and sell it to me separately. A gun with a scope and a gun without a scope are just as simple. It's two weapons."
WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "Yes!"
Picking Up Trash Level 99: "You approve of a dick! You are the most wretched, the guns you buy are all stuffed in the warehouse, and you never bring them!"
WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "Damn! Didn't I come down to accompany you guys?"
Picking Up Trash Level 99: "Don't act like I didn't see it, you blew it up yourself with an earthen grenade!"
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "Pfft(≧▽≦)."
Red Face Boxer: "Hahahahaha!(ﾉ≧∇≦)ﾉ ﾐ ┻━┻"
WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "Garbage you!"
In any case, it was a good fight.
As for the loot, even if you want to worry about it, you can't worry about it, it's a matter of the game program.
Everyone expressed that they only hoped that the planning father would be an individual, and for the sake of not knowing when it will be online in this wave, the death pension can be given a little more.
The requirements are not high, and 200 silver coins is quite reasonable.
It would be even better if it could reach 300 silver.
The topic at the back of the forum was gradually dominated by the players and players of the P agency. It was better to move the machine gunner five meters forward or five meters backward. It has been brought up to which one is stronger, the legion or the enterprise in the game setting.
One is the power of the Far West, and the other is the power of the Far East. The two would never meet at all, but they probably didn't expect that the people below actually fought in the River Valley Province in the middle.
According to the information published on the official website. Legion seems to go the route of crowd tactics with other army doctrines. For example, the unit they encountered was the most common clone light infantry + trench fortifications, and the two cannons were probably the embodiment of the fire support theory.
The advantage is low logistical pressure and locked morale. These clone infantry seem to have been brainwashed, or they are not human beings with complete minds at all, and would rather give their heads than surrender.
As for the enterprise, it is probably based on the "Mobile combat" army doctrine. All members are high-tech troops armed to the teeth, with high mobility and strong armor. They have not only night combat equipment, but also air fire support... Although it is only one Light fixed wing, but better than nothing.
On the surface, the advantage of the latter seems to be greater, and the equipment is more expensive, but the performance on the battlefield does not seem to be as invincible as the panel data shows.
After the power armor cut through the first line of defense of the legion, they soon faced an embarrassing problem.
There is no one behind.
Night Commander: "...The Pioneer can only be regarded as a scientific research team at best. The soldiers are not professional soldiers, they are more like adventurers. It's not bad to be able to fight like this. If the two armies are facing each other, this kind of problem is fundamental. If it doesn’t exist, will there be no light infantry in the headquarters of the enterprise? I don’t believe it.”
The Thunder King: "Hehe, they are really on the frontal battlefield. What they are facing is hundreds or even tens of thousands of legions of the same size as today. It will be difficult to build an engine if they can build artillery? They don't need too dark technology, build a World War II-level tank chassis, and carry an electromagnetic gun on the head, which is definitely cheaper than power armor."
A Million-Dollar Hero: "I can't fight. How long is the supply line across the entire continent? Besides, the terrain on the wasteland is full of guerrilla aliens along the way. The non-combat losses are directly full.”
Seafood Canned Merchant: "Why don't they take the sea route? The sea route is obviously easier than the land route."
The Duke of Venice Watching the Sea: "Maybe there is a sea threat at sea."
Lying On The Grave To Scare The Ghosts: "Yes, that's right... If a Kraken-level sea monster comes directly, 10 Pioneers will be not enough."
Tabletop Cop: "Hey, stop arguing, whether you are strong or not depends on how the operator sets it?"
This is on point. But no one paid him any attention.
The game is still in the closed beta stage, and the version number has only reached Alpha. Every version is like a new game. God knows what outrageous things will come out later.
No one can say this well.
.......
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The rolling thunder in the distance disturbed the tranquility of Spring City.
Behind the ruins buried by the snow curtain, in Boulder City located on the edge of the third ring road, people passing through the corners and alleys raised their heads one after another.
"That... what sound?"
"Snow and thunder are quite rare."
"That's not lighting... Kind of like something exploded."
"North? I heard it's been a long time."
"Shouldn't you be calling in Spring City? There's nothing good here for those country bumpkins to worry about."
"You said that he is a hillbilly, and you still expect him not to miss you?"
"So what if you do call? Mr. Jonson will definitely find a solution!"
Can't see too far here.
"Citizens" who can survive in the city will never go outside. The poor who live at the foot of the concrete walls do go out and scavenge, but usually not very far.
In the bar on the street corner, a few experienced mercenaries heard some clues from the explosion, but they just shook their heads and continued to drink the beer whose bitterness was diluted by water, not even interested in talking about it.
Whatever happens there isn't something they should be concerned with. Even if there is a lot of work there, it is unrealistic to go to the northern suburbs of Spring City from the edge of the third ring road in this terrible weather.
After all, poor ghosts like them don't have the opportunity to be on the plane...
Inner City Central.
The top floor of the pitch-black building.
A man in a formal suit stood in front of the French windows with a meticulous expression on his face.
Of course, the northern suburbs of Spring City can't be seen from here. Boulder City is surrounded by tall buildings. No matter which direction you look at, you can only see a gray ruin.
But. His eyes are not just here.
Gazing at the reflection on the floor-to-ceiling windows, he whispered to himself.
"Even the nuclear bomb was used."
There was a response in my ear.
"Yes, my lord."
"What's the ending? Who wins."
"It seems to be a person from the enterprise."
The man nodded.
The combat power of the Legion is very strong, but after all, it is restrained by the people of the Great Rift Valley. The company has fewer people, but has advantages in equipment and logistics.
The probability of victory or defeat was originally 4:6, but it became 3:7 at the moment the tactical nuclear bomb was dropped. If the Legion did not have a stronger hole card, it would be reasonable to lose.
Of course, this is an analysis from the perspective of a spectator. After all, there is still a big difference between war and playing poker. Even if the odds of winning are 1/10, there is still a possibility of winning.
But. The casino is expected to be very lively today.
Those who bet on the legion to win may have to pay a lot.
"Do you want to intervene?" The voice next to the ear asked.
"If the commander of the legion is still alive, buy him and wait for the envoy of the legion to come as a favor."
The voice continued, "What if he dies?"
"Then say hello to the people in the company and remind them to use less radioactive weapons. The aftermath of that thing will be very troublesome."
Whether it's a legion or an enterprise, it's best to keep their conflicts to a minimum. This is the River Valley Province, no matter which side of them is too far away from here.
"We'd better not get involved in their conflicts. It's troublesome to offend anyone, and it's no good to please anyone."
"But after all, it happened on our territory."
"Send someone to mediate."
...
Brown Farm.
Looking at the flames rising in the distance, the farmer hiding in the house shivered and muttered incessantly.
"Nuclear bomb...tactical nuclear bomb..."
The young daughter looks at her father in confusion.
"Dad?"
"Don't worry, honey," said his wife softly, putting her hand on his shoulder, "it's far from us."
"Roll!"
The man waved his hand angrily, but the back of his hand accidentally slapped the little daughter's face, and the head flew out.
Electric sparks danced around the lonely neck.
The wife was taken aback for a moment, sighed softly, and walked towards the head in silence.
Seeing the head rolling on the ground, the man was slightly taken aback, and quickly calmed down, but he still couldn't help chanting.
"Damn it... there won't be another war."
"We've spent enough money this year! Let me rest for a second!"
...
Beit Street.
A group of survivors looked at the sky not far away, from here to the direction of Lonia Lake, only a small beam of light could be seen.
Many people came out of the shacks, looking at the distant light and whispering.
Yugin glanced at his elder brother and asked in a muffled voice.
"Brother, what is that?"
Yudeep frowned.
"I don't know. It doesn't look like it's at Lonia Lake, it seems to be a little further away... Tuna District?"
For the survivors of Beit Street, it is a rather unfamiliar name, only occasionally heard from the scavengers from the north. It is said that it is an old urban area covered by forests, let alone usable garbage. Not even a whole brick can be picked up.
Yudeep has only been there once when he was so old, and he followed the footprints of the deer. When he came back, in order to avoid the bloody-hand people, he spared a long way.
Yugin was stunned.
"Is it far from Brother Lucius and the others?"
Yudeep nodded.
"It's quite far away, about 20 kilometers away."
"Oh, that's okay," Yugjn heaved a sigh of relief, scratching the back of his head and said, "I'll go see Yuki tomorrow, she has been away from home for a while."
Yudeep also missed his little sister, and said.
"Go and see her, hope she's doing well over there."
Yugin: "Brother, why don't you go together?"
"I'll forget it, the guards still have to train, we still have patrol missions every day," Yudeep rubbed his younger brother's head, "You should go to the castle to learn some characters when you have time, anyway, you have time in winter."
Old Charlie's school?
Isn't that what kids do?
Yugin remembered that there seemed to be children under the age of 16. The adults in the family sent the children there to learn to write and count in order to save money for two meals.
"Why should I learn that thing..." Yugin said in a daze.
Yudeep didn't know how to explain it. After all, he was also illiterate. He only wrote his name when he went to night school recently, so he could only say something vaguely.
"Anyway, this is what Brother Lucius got. You just need to learn it. It will definitely be useful."
An outpost a few kilometers away.
Hearing the voice, Sumeria came out of the weapon shop with a stick on his crutches, looked at the flickering light in the north, and whispered in a daze.
"...Tactical nuclear bombs? These people are too aggressive."
Tactical nuclear bombs with a yield of less than 1 ton can be bought with bargaining chips in Boulder City, but few people will buy those things.
On the one hand, it is expensive. On the one hand it is dangerous.
Many alien species are keen to settle in areas with dense radioactivity, such as split claw crabs, night goblins, death scorpions and other extremely dangerous alien species especially like it. The radioactive energy will make them excited like taking drugs, and ferocious.
If it's in an urban area, it's often a hotbed for nibblers and crawlers. If it is in the suburbs, it is hard to say what strange species will be attracted.
At this time, Sumeria suddenly noticed that there was a small figure at the gate of the nursing home, looking at the northern sky like her.
The light of the torches at the door flickered. Even from a distance, she could still see those big black eyes, full of fear and worry.
Sighing, she walked over and put her hand on Yuki's head.
"What's that?" Yuki asked softly.
Sumeria slowed down her tone rarely, and comforted her softly.
"It's not a good thing... But it's okay, they are all strong, and nothing will happen. Go back, it's getting late."
...
Because of a tactical nuclear bomb that suddenly detonated, the survivors in the entire northern suburb of Spring City were panicked.
Although occasionally, Legion would throw a nuclear bomb to detonate alien species, but the power was much smaller than this, only a few hundred kilograms or about one ton equivalent, and the sound was not so loud.
Some say the Legion is coming from the north.
But no one can explain why the Legion came to this place where even birds doesn't shit.
Some people also said that super mutants appeared, and local survivors detonated tactical nuclear bombs in order to survive.
But no one could think of any survivor colony in the northern suburbs that could deal with super mutants.
In contrast, the official website of "Wasteland OL" is bustling like a festival at the moment.
In fact, in-game activities are no different from festivals for players.
On the forum.
Quit smoking: "Damn it, I'm so cracked! I walked 10 kilometers and didn't even see the construction site. A shell was taken away my poor life! ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽"
Irena: "Fighting for two minutes, running for two hours, it's god level bad luck. (≧▽≦)"
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "Hey, old man, are you down again?"
Irena: "Call me old man again! (`Д′*)9"
Picking Up Trash Level 99: "It's so cool! I'm blowing it up hahahaha! I rushed into the trench with a sliding shovel, It's just these little monsters who don't talk about common sense, and blow me up with a bundle of grenades! "
WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "Next time, the boiler will have to be charged. It's not expensive, so I'll charge you a cost price, 100 silver coins. (｡•̀ᴗ-)"
Picking Up Trash Level 99: "Damn! You are stealing money!"
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "So many familiar IDs, how many people died in this wave?"
Irena: "At least there are 20 of them. Anyway, when I got down, there was a row in front of me... Hey, the automatic rifle was quite cool, and it was a rush to rush over. Unfortunately, there are only two left. It’s a pity that the magazine is not finished. ╮(. ᴗ .)╭”
Crazy Bookworm: "There must be more than twenty, this time it might be over a hundred! Wait for a little friend who was replaced by a teammate to come down."
Red Face Boxer: "Hahahahaha! I made you laugh at me so stupidly, aren't you stupid? Come down to accompany me this time, right?"
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "Don't brag, we died in the team battle after all, and after a while the loot will be counted and there will be money for it, anyway, I think it's worth it. ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
Irena: "Indeed, the scene was quite spectacular, and it shocked the eyeballs, especially the wave at the back rushing along with the power armor. Anyway, I think it's worth it. ( ´◡‿ゝ◡`)"
Makabazi: "#&@!(ノ｀Д´)ノ彡┻━┻".
The forum was full of joy again, and the big guys were speculating about the final benefits of this battle.
It’s unrealistic to buy a power armor. It needs to be level 30 equipment in other games, so basically don’t expect too much in the early stage. But it's always okay to buy a gun, right?
After waiting for a long time, almost noon in the real world, someone finally brought the battle report from the front line.
Tabletop Cop: "Brothers, I have been killed! A total of 117 people were killed, more than half of them died. It was too tragic! But the other side was worse than us. I heard that there were more than 2,000 corpses dragged out of the trenches. The tools are complete! But this time we probably made a fortune, we seized 5 light trucks, and we don’t know how many supplies we put in the fortifications! Now we’ll see how the spoils will be divided!”
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "Hey, my requirements are not high. I just hope that I can buy that automatic rifle. If it's not possible, I can dismantle the red dot sight and sell it to me separately. A gun with a scope and a gun without a scope are just as simple. It's two weapons."
WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "Yes!"
Picking Up Trash Level 99: "You approve of a dick! You are the most wretched, the guns you buy are all stuffed in the warehouse, and you never bring them!"
WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "Damn! Didn't I come down to accompany you guys?"
Picking Up Trash Level 99: "Don't act like I didn't see it, you blew it up yourself with an earthen grenade!"
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "Pfft(≧▽≦)."
Red Face Boxer: "Hahahahaha!(ﾉ≧∇≦)ﾉ ﾐ ┻━┻"
WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "Garbage you!"
In any case, it was a good fight.
As for the loot, even if you want to worry about it, you can't worry about it, it's a matter of the game program.
Everyone expressed that they only hoped that the planning father would be an individual, and for the sake of not knowing when it will be online in this wave, the death pension can be given a little more.
The requirements are not high, and 200 silver coins is quite reasonable.
It would be even better if it could reach 300 silver.
The topic at the back of the forum was gradually dominated by the players and players of the P agency. It was better to move the machine gunner five meters forward or five meters backward. It has been brought up to which one is stronger, the legion or the enterprise in the game setting.
One is the power of the Far West, and the other is the power of the Far East. The two would never meet at all, but they probably didn't expect that the people below actually fought in the River Valley Province in the middle.
According to the information published on the official website. Legion seems to go the route of crowd tactics with other army doctrines. For example, the unit they encountered was the most common clone light infantry + trench fortifications, and the two cannons were probably the embodiment of the fire support theory.
The advantage is low logistical pressure and locked morale. These clone infantry seem to have been brainwashed, or they are not human beings with complete minds at all, and would rather give their heads than surrender.
As for the enterprise, it is probably based on the "Mobile combat" army doctrine. All members are high-tech troops armed to the teeth, with high mobility and strong armor. They have not only night combat equipment, but also air fire support... Although it is only one Light fixed wing, but better than nothing.
On the surface, the advantage of the latter seems to be greater, and the equipment is more expensive, but the performance on the battlefield does not seem to be as invincible as the panel data shows.
After the power armor cut through the first line of defense of the legion, they soon faced an embarrassing problem.
There is no one behind.
Night Commander: "...The Pioneer can only be regarded as a scientific research team at best. The soldiers are not professional soldiers, they are more like adventurers. It's not bad to be able to fight like this. If the two armies are facing each other, this kind of problem is fundamental. If it doesn’t exist, will there be no light infantry in the headquarters of the enterprise? I don’t believe it.”
The Thunder King: "Hehe, they are really on the frontal battlefield. What they are facing is hundreds or even tens of thousands of legions of the same size as today. It will be difficult to build an engine if they can build artillery? They don't need too dark technology, build a World War II-level tank chassis, and carry an electromagnetic gun on the head, which is definitely cheaper than power armor."
A Million-Dollar Hero: "I can't fight. How long is the supply line across the entire continent? Besides, the terrain on the wasteland is full of guerrilla aliens along the way. The non-combat losses are directly full.”
Seafood Canned Merchant: "Why don't they take the sea route? The sea route is obviously easier than the land route."
The Duke of Venice Watching the Sea: "Maybe there is a sea threat at sea."
Lying On The Grave To Scare The Ghosts: "Yes, that's right... If a Kraken-level sea monster comes directly, 10 Pioneers will be not enough."
Tabletop Cop: "Hey, stop arguing, whether you are strong or not depends on how the operator sets it?"
This is on point. But no one paid him any attention.
The game is still in the closed beta stage, and the version number has only reached Alpha. Every version is like a new game. God knows what outrageous things will come out later.
No one can say this well.
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