New industrial zone.

A workshop for goblin technology.

In the factory building where various parts are piled up, there is a punk three-wheeled motorcycle parked.

Different from ordinary motorcycles, this thing not only has tires that are half a person tall, but the engine that drives the tires is even more ridiculously large. Since the height of the engine exceeds the seat cushion, it has to be installed on the side of the motorcycle and carried by an extra wheel, which looks like a three-jump with a front and a rear.

And the shape of the engine is also quite unique, shaped like a stove for burning sweet potatoes, with a round feeding port on the top, it is easy to be used as an outdoor trash can if it is placed alone on the side of the road.

But in fact, the overly spacious feed port is deliberately designed so that the driver can add firewood to it.

Walking beside the manager, Mosquito introduced his new invention to him excitedly.

"This is a firewood engine designed for the terrain around Spring City, modeled after the Legion's standard light truck engine!"

"After some simple improvements, it is now more adaptable to the bumpy environment than before. Even if it is jumping up and down in the mud pit, it can ensure that the engine will not stop accidentally. Our soldiers no longer need to hold the butt of the gun to resist The wood in the feed port is gone!"

"And this motorcycle is also a masterpiece of our goblin technology, I call it - 'Death Breath'!"

"How is it? Doesn't it look cool?"

In a way, it's really cool.

It's just that Lucius felt that the name was somewhat unlucky, as if the person sitting on it was destined to be gone forever.

But aside from these, this thing is quite interesting. The principle of the engine is probably similar to that of the pot camel machine.

The feed port in the shape of a trash can is connected to an iron bucket-like device and pipes. After the wood is fed into the feed port, it is dried in the process of slow sedimentation, then cracked by the internal heat, and incompletely burned in limited oxygen. The carbon on the surface reacts with water and oxygen to generate hydrogen and methane, a carbon monoxide mixture, and finally lead into the engine after passing through the metal condensing tube.

The principle after this is similar to other natural gas engines, including piston and cylinder structures and so on.

Three kilograms of wood is equivalent to one liter of gasoline, which is enough for this motorcycle to run 20 kilometers, which is equivalent to consuming fifteen kilograms of wood for 100 kilometers, which is not only easy to use but also cheap.

After all, the most indispensable thing in this wasteland is wood.

In fact, this thing is not a recent invention of Mosquito, after all, he had been vaporizing firewood long ago in the carpenter's cabin.

The incendiary bottles used by the players in the early days, as well as the flamethrower he used himself, were all made of by-products of the vaporization of firewood.

After carefully studying this unique motorcycle for a while, Lucius looked at the mosquito and continued to ask.

"What's the fastest speed this motorcycle can drive?"

Mosquito said in a positive tone.

"100 yards is no problem! But I don't recommend driving that fast. Given the road conditions outside, I'm afraid a bump can make it fly."

Lucius nodded, expressing his understanding.

Although he has never ridden a motorcycle, he has ridden a battery scooter, and he can make up that scene with a little imagination.

"Good."

"Although there are still many areas for improvement, it is good to be able to do this."

"With this thing, our mobility on the battlefield will increase a lot. Thank you for your contribution to the revival of the People's Federation."

Unexpectedly, his invention got such a high evaluation from the leader of the faction, Mosquito suddenly showed a flattered expression on his face.

Restraining the excitement in his heart, he said excitedly.

"It is my honor to share your worries!"

Order!

Silver!

The most important thing is that his invention has been recognized!

Mosquito couldn't help but burst into tears when he thought of his favorite work, which could be put on the NPC store and picked by all the players on the server.

Who else dares to say that his invention is useless? Who else dares to say that his creation is superfluous?

Lucius glanced strangely at the suddenly agitated Mosquito, but he didn't say anything, but continued to ask about the production.

"Is this kind of engine troublesome to make? And that... um, the 'Death Breath' motorcycle, how much can you produce in a month?"

Mosquito said with a smile.

"No trouble! As long as the supply of materials is sufficient and the order from the steel factory can be arranged, there is no problem in assembling one in three days! If it is quick, two days will do!"

Three days. A little slower.

I'm afraid it has to miss the current battle.

But Lucius also knew that there was no other way.

Large-scale production requires a lot of manpower and material resources, and currently 80% of the resources in the new industrial zone are concentrated in the production of weapons and ammunition. No matter how mobilized, it is impossible to conjure something that does not exist out of thin air.

As for the vehicle, it can only be put on the second priority for the time being.

But to Lucius's relief, Mosquito seems to have gotten the hang of it recently, and finally began to consider abandoning the production mode of small workshops, adapting to the needs of "Versions", hiring other players and aborigines, and learning from Factory 81 to become bigger and stronger.

This is undoubtedly a good start.

...

Issued an order to Goblin Tech via VM.

After Lucius left from Goblin Technology, he went to No. 81 Steel Factory and returned to the outpost.

However, not long after he returned to the base, he saw Wrench walking towards him with a serious expression.

"My lord! The patrol team you have deployed in the northeast has received news. They have witnessed a large number of predators in the area from the Aviatium Aerospace Ecological Experiment Base to the Winter Willow Camp."

"They should be from the southern suburbs of Caxton City!"

Is it finally here?

For some reason, after hearing the news, instead of feeling nervous, Lucius breathed a sigh of relief.

Black Snake chose to launch an attack at this time, which is better than delaying it a month later, and he and Vanus had already expected that they would attack in advance.

It looks like the predators want to spend the winter in their cells.

Very good.

Lucius looked at Wrench and ordered calmly.

"Mobilize all soldiers."

"Deploy according to the plan made the night before!"

Wrench looked serious, and said in command.

"Yes! My lord."

...

Northeast of Spring City.

A convoy of twenty light trucks, eight armored pickups, and a tank is winding crookedly in a white snow field, slowly creeping forward.

In addition to the vehicles, there were hundreds of marauders on the flanks of the convoy, and nearly a thousand slaves in shackles.

Because they brought all their possessions, they marched very slowly.

From time to time, trucks got stuck in the snow due to bad road conditions, or got stuck in the terrain, and had to be carried by slaves.

So that the predators walking beside had to slow down and wait for these bulky guys.

Sitting in the back seat of an armored pickup, Black Snake had an impatient expression on his face, and he couldn't help urging the driver to ask.

"How long will it take us to get there?"

The driver holding the steering wheel replied nervously.

"Should be there before dark, my lord."

Before dark... Looks like we'll have to spend the night in the snow tonight.

Knowing that it was useless to remind him, Black Snake cursed a few words in his heart, and continued to wait patiently.

The night before yesterday, the scouts he sent to the south discovered that fierce fighting broke out in the direction of Starwood Farm, during which a signal flare was also seen rising into the night sky.

Although he didn't see the specific battle situation clearly, his scouts reported that at least 300 people or more were exchanging fire there when they heard the gunshots.

It seemed that his old friend Shiya had seen his intentions, and this time he was determined to get ahead of them. Before the snow melted, he would push the army 20 kilometers south and eat a large piece of land in the northern suburbs of Spring City.

Black Snake knew that he had to make a move.

If you continue to wait until spring to start, I'm afraid you won't even have a mouthful of soup.

Sitting next to the Black Snake, Vaders said cautiously.

"It's not a good idea to march in heavy snow. Our armored units can't give full play to their maneuverability in half a meter of snowdrifts."

Whether it's an armored pickup or a tank, or two 100mm howitzers towed by a truck.

These heavy equipment can get stuck in the snow if they are not careful, and once they are anchored in inappropriate places, they are likely to become living targets.

However, Black Snake didn't care, or didn't take this warning to heart at all.

Judging from the strength shown by the survivors in the northern suburbs in the first two battles, they were only at the level of two centurions.

And there are four of that kind of thing next to him alone, and six more have already set off first, exploring the way in front of the large army.

Can't take advantage of mobility?

Joke. Does he need that?

In the face of absolute power, he only needs to smash the muzzle into their faces, and they will naturally surrender without armor.

"The blizzard has stopped, and the most difficult time is over. Our infantry will clear the obstacles ahead, and our armored troops and supply trains will follow. If the situation is optimistic, we will be able to live in their houses tomorrow night and sleep with them bed."

asked Vaders.

"What if the situation is not optimistic?"

"The day after tomorrow," Black Snake patted Vaders on the shoulder, with a happy expression on his face, "Don't worry, my friend, I know you like careful planning, but sometimes the ability to adapt to changing situations is very difficult."

Vaders shook his head.

"It's not a war, it's a gamble."

"Gambling? I don't hate that word."

Black Snake continued with a smile.

"I know what you're worried about. If our frontline troops are attacked, our tanks won't be able to go up, right?"

Vaders: "..."

Before he could speak, Black Snake continued proudly.

"This worry is completely unnecessary. We are not the only ones who encounter heavy snow, they are the same. No matter how long my battle line is, it is still within the range of artillery fire. Without vehicles, they will be like ants stuck in the snow like a grasshopper, he was crushed to the ground by our artillery!"

"What if they choose to attack our rear?" Vaders couldn't help but said, "If I were them, I would definitely not foolishly rush up from the front."

A trace of displeasure floated on Black Snake's face.

Although the staff officer can occasionally provide some very constructive suggestions, sometimes the words are really not nice.

Especially since he didn't think attacking his own rear was a good idea.

"Do you think I didn't consider this situation? Otherwise, why would I leave four centurions behind? Even if they retreated 10,000 steps, they miraculously bypassed the troops in front of us and appeared behind us. Four centuries would be enough to overwhelm them."

Besides, it's impossible. This winter is equal to everyone. People can never fall from the sky.

The six centurions who wanted to bypass the search and move forward could only go around from the east, and they had to go around in a big circle.

It is conservatively estimated that their marching route will be extended to 30 kilometers, and during this period, they will pass through large areas of snow, as well as scattered forests and ruins.

By the time they make that effort to go around the rear, maybe their armored troops have already entered the urban area of ​​Spring City!

And even if they took 10,000 steps back, it really didn't matter if they touched the back.

Even if the tank is stuck in the snow, at most it will get stuck on its tracks, and it will not affect its turret.

With the cooperation of the four centurions, the dense bullets and shells will slap the damn bugs to death on the snow like flies!

He has been waiting for this day for more than a month!

After listening to Black Snake's words, Vaders chose to remain silent, because he really didn't know what to say.

Not sending everyone to the front just means he's not stupid, but it doesn't mean it's a smart enough decision.

If this guy were to be the commander of the expeditionary force, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to survive for a week, and they would be able to wipe out a million troops in three days.

Vaders sighed silently in his heart, and now he can only pray that the other side is also a group of laymen.

But I don't know why. Whenever he thinks this way, he feels restless in his heart.

This was the intuition he had honed while fighting against the people of the Great Rift Valley on the northern front, and this intuition had helped him avoid danger countless times.

Will it really go so smoothly?

...

At this moment, neither Vaders nor Black Snake, nor the patrol following the convoy, noticed a pair of eyes staring intently at them on the snowy slope 3 kilometers to the east.

The front of the binoculars was covered with gauze, and Walker, who was lying in the snowdrift, restrained the excitement in his heart, stretched out his frozen index finger, and pressed it on the uniquely shaped earphones.

"Attention all team leaders! The target has passed through marked area A and is moving to area C on the map... They should want to go to the inter-provincial highway."

"You're sure you won't let this big fish pass, are you?"

In the sleeping bag not far away, Gale fell asleep and lay dead offline. After a while, he had to go offline to call Gale up.

They've been on shift here for two days.

In the past two days and two nights, the two of them never returned to the base.

Walker himself didn't know how he persisted!

The voices of the team leaders came from the communication channel.

Mole In The Hole: "Hey! Why don't you go from me!"

Killing Chicken At Midnight: "Come to work, brothers!"

On the snowy field 5 kilometers away from the target, Night Commander, who was standing next to the truck, returned to the co-pilot seat and gave the battlefield atmosphere group who was sitting in the driver's seat a push.

"Drive, let's go to area C. Don't just go up when you see people for a while, stop the car before fighting."

"Come on? F*ck, this mission is really long enough... I almost got disconnected." I'm the Darkest shook his head and started the engine.

Night Commander ignored him, and pressed his index finger on the earphone.

"The deployment is being transferred, the target C area... call the fringe team, those people are going straight in your direction, this time I'm afraid you will lead the battle again."

Next to the inter-provincial highway 4 kilometers away from the target.

A team of players in white camouflage was crawling in the snow, behind them was a forest, and in front of them was a gentle slope.

This is the closest road to the inter-provincial highway.

Edge Paddle stroke reached out and pressed on the earphone, and answered calmly.

"Receive."

After finishing the communication, he looked at the comrades behind him who were eager to try, took a deep breath slowly, and said with a serious expression.

"Brothers, the enemy is heading straight for us, with only the last 4 kilometers left."

"This will be the very center of the battlefield."

After speaking, he looked at The Boy On The Construction Site.

"...Brother Brick, you aim at the track of the tank for a while, no matter whether you hit it or not, change positions immediately after firing a shot. If the track is broken, just leave it alone and leave it to Big Eyes."

There was a "Riding gun" nearly two meters long in front of him, The Boy On The Construction Site said excitedly.

"Leave it to me!"

"+1," Big Eyes in Debt took out the small robot from his backpack, and after confirming that the explosives were tied, he laughed and continued, "Should we open this time? I bet—"

"Get out!"

"I bet you a crow's mouth! You talk too much, hurry up and put the robot in front!"

Seeing the public outrage aroused, Big Eyes in Debt coughed dryly.

"I'm just kidding."

It's going to be an uphill battle.

The enemies they will face will be several times that of last time.

Still, no one is afraid.

I can feel the light flickering in the pupils beside the edge of the water, which is excitement and the courage to face death.

They will block all those predators here.

Think about it? Then come and try it out!

Edge Paddle glanced at VM on his arm.

A line of light blue text appeared on the screen.

[ Mission: Operation Codename "Spring Thunder"]

This Thunder.

Will shatter all darkness!