Chapter 1555 Simple task (on, ask for a monthly ticket)
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The hard-working children of the Caribbean Division had been rocking on the boat for half a month. They were already extremely exhausted. After eating a simple dinner that guaranteed enough calories, they all couldn't help but feel a little drowsy. Many of them could not help but feel drowsy.
He even fell directly on the bed.
At this time, the company commander came in with a staff officer from the coalition forces.
As soon as he entered the door, he shouted: "Everyone stand up~!"
There was a sudden panic in the barracks.
The soldiers hurriedly jumped out of bed as a conditioned reflex, stood beside their beds, and looked at the two officers at the door.
The company commander glanced at them, then waved his hand and said, "Come all over."
Then he pointed to the coalition staff officer beside him and said: "This is Staff Officer Turner from the Intelligence Department. He will explain to us the various dangers you may encounter in the wilderness in these two days.
If you don’t want to lose your life, listen carefully to me~!”
The soldiers couldn't help but look at each other, and immediately understood that this should be a pre-war training session, and they all rushed forward. Their eyes were wide open, and they were as obedient as kindergarten children.
Since joining the human coalition and becoming familiar with their fighting methods, these soldiers all clearly understand the importance of pre-war training courses.
What is taught in the training courses are all the combat experiences and summaries of previous soldiers. And all these experiences were gained with their lives and blood.
These precious experiences summarized by predecessors are likely to come into play at some point and save their lives, so the soldiers cannot help but listen carefully.
Even if there is that stupid guy who doesn't open his eyes and wants to cause trouble, everyone will greet him with the butt of his gun.
Staff Officer Turner nodded to the soldiers who gathered around him. He threw down several scrolls under his arm, picked out a map and hung it on the wall. He tapped it with his fingers and said, "Gentlemen, look here. This
The location of the dot is where we are currently, the southernmost end of the wasteland.
This place was named Camp Sailfish because it was the battleship Sailfish that discovered it.
After our investigation, we found that this place is a barren land with only stones and moss everywhere.
However, if you think there is no danger here, you are totally wrong~!"
As Staff Officer Turner spoke, he hung up another scroll, then pointed at the gray-white figure on the painting, and said: "The Uru people, the local indigenous people, always make a grunting sound when they charge.
They are accustomed to smearing white paint on their bodies. They still use primitive stone weapons. But their leader is a shaman who knows dark magic."
There was a sudden buzz among the soldiers.
Although he has joined the coalition, there are priests and magicians in the army. He has murderous weapons such as guns and cannons, and he has won many battles after returning to the Semitic tribe. But when he heard the words "dark magic", these
Caribbeans will still shudder.
They have grown up in a world ruled by the undead, and the fear of the undead and lich has been deeply ingrained in their bones.
Listening to the noise of the soldiers, Staff Officer Turner couldn't help but cough slightly.
He looked at the soldiers with a serious face until they became quiet again under his gaze, and then raised his voice and said: "When you see them, all you need to do is shoot.
Don't get close until you're sure you've killed them. If you're not sure, just shoot one more time, because these are a bunch of cunning dogs and they will fake their death. They will lure you to them, then jump up and tear them apart with your teeth or nails.
Open your throat and even take out your heart."
The soldiers couldn't help but shudder.
Turner continued: "In a word, don't get close to them, don't try to communicate with them, and always make sure your rifles are loaded. If not, keep your bayonets on."
Amu, Lamy, and Anderson looked at each other, and the expressions on each other's faces were not very good. They had never encountered such an enemy before.
"In addition, I would like to give you a personal suggestion." Staff Turner glanced around and saw the confused or worried expressions on the faces of the Caribbean people present, and said solemnly: "If you are unfortunate enough to be caught by the savages,
It is best to commit suicide in time."
There was an uproar in the barracks.
Everyone stared at Staff Turner with dissatisfaction. How could there be any reason to encourage soldiers to commit suicide after being caught?
Now is not the time to be loyal to a great leader. Are these officials too shady? In order to pursue their own achievements, they let poor soldiers like themselves risk their lives.
If an officer of the Caribbean Division dared to say this, everyone would have put a sack on him and beat him up.
Staff Officer Turner seemed to have anticipated their reaction. Faced with everyone's angry looks, he shrugged indifferently and explained: "These savages are cannibals, and they like to eat them raw.
They would tie the captured prisoners to pillars and cut the flesh from the thighs. Most people would not die within two or three days. I know that the worst one survived for five days. When we found him..."
Staff Officer Turner shook his head and said: "Forget it, you don't want to know."
There was a sudden silence in the barracks, and the Caribbean people were really frightened. As long as you think about this tragic situation, you can't help but tremble.
Amu saw Lamy's face suddenly turn pale. Although he couldn't see his own face, he probably wouldn't be that much better.
It is no exaggeration to say that this place is hell. Dark mages, cannibals, and the high priest of the undead who don't know where they are hiding may be waiting for them an unprecedentedly difficult battle.
After scaring the newcomers, Staff Turner hung the remaining paintings on the wall one by one and said: "When you see a white savage, shoot.
See a black wolf and shoot.
See the strange brown cat and shoot.
In short, no matter what strange things you see, in one sentence, shoot~!"
Ammu unconsciously stretched his hand back and touched it all before remembering that his gun was lying on the bed, and he decided not to sleep for a while. He would clean his rifle again first.
Staff Turner saw that they were so frightened that he almost peed. Then he smiled calmly - it is almost the instinct of all armies to bully the newbies.
Even if the senior officers in the military found out, they laughed it off - it is not a bad thing to make the rookies be more vigilant.
Turner lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then continued: "After talking about the precautions, let's talk about some good news.
From the moment you set foot on this land, you have entered a war zone. In addition to a 10% salary increase, you will also receive a war zone allowance. The amount is half of your salary and is paid monthly.
In addition, when performing certain special tasks, there is a task allowance, which is twice your salary.
In addition, the coalition forces have also been extremely considerate and purchased insurance for you.
Wait for a while, someone from Soaring Eagle Insurance Company will come over and ask each of you to fill out a beneficiary form.
If you are unlucky and end up here, in addition to various subsidies provided by the government, the beneficiaries of the insurance will receive compensation equal to ten years of your salary."
Staff Officer Turner put away the scroll, shook his hands and left neatly. He left them a pile of pamphlets, which detailed knowledge about cold protection and first aid in cold areas.
At this time, all the soldiers in the company were so frightened that they lost all sleep. Each one of them held the pamphlet and read it at night, trying to carve every word into their brains.
When your own life is at stake, no one dares to be careless.
Two days later, after completing some paperwork, overhauling all weapons, and obtaining new ammunition and first-aid kits, the Caribbean Division left the camp and trudged northward on the rugged rocky wasteland.
Their target was a place marked 55 and 27 on the map, and their mission was to thoroughly search that area.
War Fortress has been conducting reconnaissance in the vicinity for several days and found no natives, so it marked the danger level as low. It was just a routine mission for the coalition command.
The Caribbean Division passed two military stations in the middle and officially entered the uninhabited wilderness on the third day. At this time, the Caribbean people suddenly understood why the chef at the Sailfish Camp said that they could not eat many good meals.
Living in tents, sleeping bags, and enduring the cold was fine. They could just endure it. However, due to poor transportation and lack of supplies, they could only eat military cans and compressed biscuits every day, which made the Caribbean people miserable.
Moreover, the daily search tasks are also very boring. Their job is to brave the biting cold wind, check every stone crevice, climb up and down the valley, and look for any suspicious traces.
After another busy day of searching but finding nothing, Amu carried a gun, turned up the collar of his coat, stuffed his hands in his pockets, opened the tent curtain with his head and walked in.
Following him into the tent, there was also a damp and cold wind.
Anderson, who was sitting on the sleeping bag and picking his feet, shouted: "Amu, close the curtain quickly, you want to freeze us to death."
Ammu gritted his teeth and forced a smile, then closed the tent curtain tightly and turned around and walked into the tent.
He threw away the gun, sat down on the sleeping bag, took off his thick military boots, and carefully took off his bloody socks bit by bit.
Having to walk dozens of miles every day, Amu's feet were like other soldiers, suffering from blisters that were broken and then rubbed.
He hugged his feet and complained: "This damn place doesn't even have any wood to make a fire. I really don't know how the savages survived."
Anderson didn't even raise his head and said, "You haven't heard that they eat people~!"
Amu curled his lips and retorted: "If they had nothing to eat, they would have eaten them all long ago."
Lamy crawled over and said mysteriously: "You have all forgotten the high priest of the undead. Maybe they are zombies and don't need to eat."
The dozen or so people in the tent all froze, thinking that this was really possible.
Anderson sneered and said: "Whatever, no matter how powerful the zombie is, it can't stop bullets, as long as it's not a lich."
Amu shook his head, threw all kinds of ominous thoughts out of his mind, got into his sleeping bag and fell asleep with his head covered.
I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly I heard a noise, followed by the sound of a mortar, which woke up Amu and the others.
He quickly picked up the rifle at hand and jumped up and rushed out of the tent. A flare illuminated the area around the camp. People in the entire camp ran out of the tent to look around, but there was nothing outside the camp.
The battalion commander angrily grabbed the soldier on duty and yelled at him: "What's going on?"
The soldier keeping watch at night said with a grimace on his face: "I heard the sound of the barbed wire. I seemed to see a white figure."
The temporary camp of the Caribbean people was surrounded by barbed wire. On it were hanging cans that they had eaten. There were also stones inside that made a sound when touched.
"White figure?" The battalion commander was stunned for a moment, and immediately thought of the savages, and immediately ordered the soldiers to search around.
After struggling for most of the night and finding nothing, everyone went back to bed feeling angry.
Amu felt as if the sky had dawned again just after he closed his eyes. His body felt as if it had been frozen, and all the muscles in his body were aching. It took him a while to stand up.
Breakfast was still the same biscuits produced by the Flying Eagle Group and military cans. Amu endured the nausea and scraped a box of cans clean.
Although it is unpalatable, it can provide them with enough calories to withstand the cold.
After breakfast, something happened.
When they set out in formation, they discovered that a soldier from the Ninth Company was missing.
This soldier named Qiao Ma went out to urinate last night and never came back. His comrades in the same tent fell down and fell asleep. No one noticed until the head count in the morning.
Contacted by the commotion last night, Amu and the others immediately knew that something was wrong. They might have bumped into a savage.
The battalion commander was very angry. After getting angry, he ordered the whole battalion to go out to find the missing soldier.
Amu and the others didn't even have lunch. They searched all over the thirty-mile radius and found nothing. It was confirmed that the boy was indeed missing.
The battalion commander immediately reported to the superiors, and several war fortresses came in the afternoon, and a group of people came down from the top.
At the head was a group of tall, strong orc warriors wearing steel armor. They were actually Lord Lorraine's bodyguards, the orc grenadiers.
They were also leading a large dog with a burly body and a strong neck. It was the world-famous Cheka Hound, a fierce dog more ferocious than a wolf.
In the middle were several mages and priests wrapped in thick cold-proof clothing.
Lord Lorraine took this disappearance very seriously and sent a luxurious reinforcements. The elusive natives made the coalition forces very angry, but it was difficult to find their lair.
The addition of strong reinforcements cheered up the Caribbean people. From this, it seems that Lord Lorraine still attaches great importance to their Caribbean division.
The Chika sniffed the missing soldier's sleeping bag, then broke out of the camp and bolted east, with the entire battalion following behind.
The hound finally stopped at the edge of a rocky hill and kept barking.
The Orc Grenadier stepped forward and turned around a few times, then punched the gravel on the side of the hill.
Everyone suddenly gasped and saw a dark hole appeared in front of them.
At this time, the half-orc randomly opened the stone at the entrance of the cave and cleared a narrow gap, allowing only one person to squeeze in sideways.
And the orc grenadiers wearing iron armor couldn't squeeze in even if they turned sideways.
This covered stone crevice will not be noticed even if you walk by it. It is very cleverly disguised.
Only then did the Caribbean people understand that no wonder they had tried their best these past few days but still couldn't find their enemies - it turned out that these cunning dogs had all hid underground.
The mage accompanying the team cast a few detecting spells inside, then his face turned cold, his eyes revealed murderous intent, and he whispered: "Little trick, stupid guy."
He lowered his head and recited a few obscure incantations, then suddenly raised his hand, and a fire dragon jumped up from in front of him and rushed into the crevices of the rocks.
A piercing scream immediately came from inside, but it soon stopped, followed by an unpleasant burnt smell.
The mage shook his clothes easily, nodded to the captain of the Orc Grenadier, and said easily: "There were a few guards at the door, but I killed them."
The orc captain nodded cautiously, then waved his hand, pointed at the crack in the stone, and said, "Blast it open."
A grenadier nearby took out the explosives from his backpack and placed them on the edge of the stone crevice. After a loud noise, a large hole of one meter was blown.
Through the entrance of the cave, you can vaguely see a long tunnel that goes deep into the ground with no end in sight.
The Cheka hound screamed and rushed in, and the grenadiers hurriedly followed.
Amu and the others fell behind the grenadiers, raising their rifles, and walked into the dark stone crevices surrounded by the mages and priests.
The two mages used illumination to illuminate the surroundings of the cave. They saw that the cave walls were damp, there was soil among the stones, and unknown plants stretched out their roots and survived tenaciously.
There is a fishy smell floating in the cave, and if you smell it carefully, you can distinguish an indescribable strange smell.
The two grenadiers walked at the front, always alert to the movements around them.
As he passed a corner, out of the corner of his eye, Amu suddenly saw several groups of black shadows jumping down from the roof of the cave and grabbing the heads of the Orc Grenadier.
Before Amu could say "Be careful", the orc grenadier who was exploring the path had already reacted. With his left hand, he accurately grabbed the neck of the savage who jumped from the cave roof, and then roared: "Go to hell~!"
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Immediately afterwards, the fist with steel armor hit the savage's head hard, and with a "pop" sound, the savage's limbs hung down limply.
The Orc Grenadier who killed the savages with one punch raised his arms and roared, threw the corpse out of his hands, and rushed towards the other savages like a tank.
The savage's stone spear and stone ax struck his fine steel armor, and it was shattered in just one blow.
The Orc Grenadier is like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex, swinging its arms and smashing a savage's head with every blow.
There was a sound of "oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooootsts."
Amu felt bad, he wanted to raise his gun and shoot, but the front was crowded with his own people, and the cave was so narrow that they couldn't move out at all. They could only worry behind, and even the mage couldn't take action directly.
The Caribbean people behind the battle line all became nervous.
They all held rifles and shouted nervously: "Get out of the way, get out of the way. Let us kill them..."
Once the savages get close to you, the firearms here will not be able to take advantage of the distance. Coupled with the narrow terrain, you can only engage in a brutal one-on-one fight with the enemy on the opposite side. (To be continued...)