Wasteland Echoer

Zhenye Empire, Staro-Uko Voivodeship, "Temporary Residence" of the Provisional Council of the town of Migov.

"Currently, according to the resolution approved by the Imperial Parliament No. 527032701, our remaining imperial troops and supplies in the town of Migov need to be evacuated in an orderly manner to Chekavsk, or to the old capital Zhinets along the highway line. gram."

The speaker was Andrei, who governs the Migov town council.

He was in a two-story "temporary residence" hut that still had a faint smell of paint. He was holding a white piece of paper held in a black folder and filled with the standard official language of the Zine Empire. Facing the audience, there were about 20 to 30 low-ranking officers from each legion.

Including Moros and Brett, two members of the Sogla Guard who had just received preliminary promotion to professional ranks.

"Has the decision to retreat become inevitable?" asked the lower-ranking officer of the empire, sitting on the first row of wooden double seats with cracked leather left behind after the red paint cracked.

He is the captain of the A-035 detachment at the lower level of the Empire's Chekavsk Corps, named Ulchiko Rook. His current professional rank of Red Earth 1 qualifies him to participate in campaign discussion meetings.

"Sorry, Ulchko." Andrei called out his name.

Immediately afterwards, he pointed with his slightly old and cracked fingers to the "M" medal symbolizing imperial officials worn on the chest of the neatly dressed army green imperial army coat, and said decisively:

"Although the empire's orders cannot take into account every individual in the battle, we must trust the empire and the think tanks under the Imperial Parliament. Every order they make is a genius, and we need to execute it. Ulqi Ke, you should know that I have served in the imperial army for more than thirty years." After Andre coughed twice, he picked up the glass water glass on the side and took a sip of the semi-turbid boiled water, and continued:

"Members of the imperial army are guided by the principle of obeying the orders of the empire. This was the rule before the New Yuan Dynasty, and the same is true after the New Yuan Dynasty. I know that the empire lost at least 30,000 top elite soldiers in the Battle of Kofu. But exactly Because of this, the empire gave me the task of organizing the general evacuation of Migov Town. Failure is not terrible, what is terrible is the fear from the heart. In the wasteland world, it will swallow you up at any time, just like it has been for more than a hundred years. Just like the great battle of Zhenetsk before. If our soldiers had been afraid at that time, I am afraid that the empire would have become a paradise for the careless and the lost."

"I obey the orders of the empire, senior Andrei." Ulchiko put on the Zine Empire military cap, stood up and stared at the badge on Andrei's chest with firm eyes, stretched his right hand straight upward, put his four fingers together and quickly patted To the chest, he made a military etiquette standard of the Zine Empire.

"There is no need to pay tribute to me, pay tribute to the empire, just pay tribute to all the comrades who died. Their persistence has allowed us living people to support us until now." Andre said in a pure Zine Empire accent, but if you listen carefully, it seems that It's also mixed with a little bit of heartfelt sadness.

"Please sit down, Ulchiko." Andrei stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation, and continued to pick up the document printed in the Zine Empire language.

"I have been discussing with all the soldiers from various legions all morning, starting at half past eight, and it is almost now..." Andre held the document in his right hand, opened his cuff and glanced at the old military watch. said:

"Eleven fifty-seven noon. To sum up, after all, the empire's order is for us to start the evacuation operation code-named 'Migoff Dawn' seven days later."

Andrei said, pointing with his finger to the battle-style map near Migov Town marked with red and blue markers hanging on the wall, and said:

"Currently, 80% of the empire's remaining 20,000 troops have retreated to various major cities. In addition to some retreating to Silent Highland Outposts A and B, a small number have retreated to the city of Sogra. The day before yesterday, several soldiers and I went to the vicinity of the town I observed the battle situation several times from the heights of the old farmland." Andre pointed to the circle marked with a red marker on the map and said:

"There are about a thousand unintentional people wandering near the old farmland. Based on their behavior of eating each other, it can be inferred that these unintentional people do not have the Lost Organization for the time being and do not pose a threat at the moment. But the area near Highway 57 We found the footprints of organized unintentional people. It is estimated that there are about 500 people, and there may be an organization of the lost. Therefore, when retreating, we must choose Route 49 in the old farmland, and avoid getting close to Route 57 and the road leading to Silent Highlands. The position. There are clear instructions in Parliament Resolution 2701 that the legions from all regions must avoid the Silent Highlands, wait for the parliamentary order to gather in Chekavsk, and choose the opportunity to launch a general counterattack on the Silent Highlands."

"So, our current strategy has two points. First, avoid areas where the Lost are infested, and choose areas where scattered unintentional people gather to break through and retreat. Second, distribute weapons to ensure the safety of ordinary citizens of the empire. After all, if Migov, or When it comes to rebuilding the city of Kofu, people are the first priority. Without people themselves, everything human is out of the question." Andrei analyzed calmly.

"Andre is in power." Brett, who was sitting in the last row of the temporary campaign conference room, raised his broad palms with black tactical gloves and shouted.

"Brett Klein, right? Do you have any questions?" Andre motioned for him to stand up and answer.

"You just mentioned the distribution of weapons. I have a few questions that I would like to discuss with you." Brett's language was relatively direct and did not mince words.

"It can be discussed." Andre said without any unnecessary emotion.

"What is the ratio between the number of people in Migov Town and the current number of troops? How to organize an effective evacuation. How many weapons are currently retained in Migov Town, whether there is sufficient ammunition, and whether there are heavy weapons issued by the empire. Also, how to retreat to all places? It takes at least three days to travel from Kafusk, how can we ensure clean food and water?"

After Brett asked three questions, he sat back down.

After all, in his thinking, the people at the bottom of the wasteland belong to the resource category, and he does not have the same empathy as Andre. If he sacrifices a few low-value resources in the wasteland in exchange for a powerful existence, he will do it without hesitation.

"Counting the people who have fled in the past few days, there are currently more than 2,000 people in Migov Town. According to the data of each captain, the army that fled here now has a total of more than 700 people, including the injured. In terms of organization of the number of people, It is not a problem, and most of the soldiers are in good spirits. Moreover, last year, this town undertook the production of a batch of No. 13 potions for the Imperial Pharmaceutical Factory. There are currently 3,000 potions that have not expired, which is enough for all personnel to resist Wu Xin Human infection. As for weapons..." Andre flipped through the pages of the document in his hand about weapons statistics and said:

"There are currently 1,300 general-purpose 'Zhne' brand rifles left, 5,000 silver bullets, and 20,000 brass bullets, which are quite sufficient. Among the canned foods stored, there are 15,000 boxes of synthetic meat cans and 30,000 boxes of canned fruits, which is enough for all The people and the army eat it. Moreover, the town's annual administrative surplus of more than 36,000 New Zealand dollars can still cover the cost of resettling all the people. In addition, the Imperial Parliament has allocated 15,000 New Zealand dollars to the special account of the Migov Committee through Sokla Industrial Bank and Imperial Bank to cope with the Evacuation costs. So, looking at the data, do you still have questions?" Andre asked.

"No." All the lower-ranking officers present shook their heads collectively.

"Then I will give you strategic guidance in the name of the Migov Committee and the administration." Andrei said in a firm and low voice:

"The early evacuation of the elderly, children and women will be carried out by Team Z of the Zhnetsk Corps. You are equipped with heavy weapons to eliminate the unintentional people wandering in the old farmland in advance and ensure that they pass Highway 49 smoothly. The rest of Chekavsk Legion, Sokra Corps and Sokra Guards, protect the remaining capable people and materials from evacuating into Chekavsk. You need to resist the unintentional and lost people who may invade Migov at any time from Route 57. And in the end, everywhere The scattered soldiers of the legion and the Migov local security team will form the Migov A team and finally evacuate to buy you enough time and space. According to the content of Resolution 2701, this is the most appropriate plan at present. Also, I hope you will be vigilant. Alien and unintentional people may sneak in here at any time." Andre finally reminded.

"Alien mindless people, monsters?" Moros lowered his head and thought:

"I remember that Senior Andre said before the meeting started that the soldiers who were exploring the forward positions had traces of being attacked by wolves, eagles or bears. If it is not a heterogeneous Heartless Man formed by combining the power of animals, it may be some kind of extraordinary monster. . It was the work of some kind of monster born in the realm of extreme darkness. Maybe we can take the opportunity to investigate."

Moros thought about it and rubbed the metal sheet on his chest that read "Member of Sokra's Extraordinary Investigation Team". He then reached into the pocket of his tactical trousers and touched a letter from the Sokra Committee regarding Sequential Monsters. and Cables of Extraordinary Things.

Until the still crowded "temporary station" only Moros and Brett were left.

"The dark and deep world longs for light. In the confused singing, will human beings gain eternity in joy?" Moros subconsciously recited the last paragraph of the Socratic Committee's message.

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"Boom-boom-boom-boom"

Riding the vertical elevator underground of the temporary hospital that was converted into a part of the church in Migov, [Slaughterer] John wiped the blood on his forehead, stuck out his tongue and subconsciously licked the slightly raised corners of his mouth, enjoying the temporary feeling of loss. The mesmerizing feeling of falling.

After stepping over the dirt- and blood-stained metal plate with the word "B Area" above his head, John shook the dust that fell on his priest's robe slightly, and took a bottle from the assistant in black robes who followed behind. After walking forward forty or fifty meters, he inserted the special round metal key into the center of the dark metal door.

Immediately afterwards, as John fumbled on the dim wall for a few seconds, and after pulling off an electric switch, the electrical device connecting the entire underground laboratory began to activate.

After stepping through the faint light illuminated by gas lamps arranged at equal distances, as well as the nearly suspended barbed wire bridge under his feet and the narrow passage filled with metal pipes and putrid smell, John once again opened the dark room filled with pale green light.

"Shamon, today I am going to show you and me a humanistic performance here. Are you interested?" John asked his assistant Shamon behind him in a sharp voice.

"Teacher, you often guided me to do experiments on steam and biology, and to write papers based on the submission format of the New York University paper journal. But I rarely touched on the part about drama. After all, I admire your personal scientific research. and results." Shamon said respectfully.

Immediately afterwards, he took off the black hoodie on his cloak, took out John's usual white coat and rubber gloves from his arms in a familiar rhythm, and changed his clothes.

"Look at these tentacles, the head and the heart." John pointed the priest's robe embroidered with gold lace to the ground covered with chemical residues, put on rubber gloves, and pointed to the large iron basin on the left that glowed with a deep green light. :

"They are discarded objects because they do not have any emotions that belong to humans. According to scientific analysis of personality, humans are always afraid of death, so the desire to survive will fight for us. At the same time, humans are a selfish species. When faced with their own When choosing between the death of others and the death of others, they usually choose to protect themselves. But those stupid dark creatures will not, they lack wisdom. However, except for the vampires." John said, looking back at Sha Meng's white male face, and said .

"Have you made a breakthrough in your research? That creature controlled by the dark crest, implanted with feline fur, tiger claws and strong tentacles, with the most perfect human body? I remember you two days ago Name him 'Mixer'." Shamon said with respect, looking up at John with eyes glowing with light green light.

"He, hum, is not yet mature. At least he has not implanted some of my instructions to him. But it is too late now. People from the Socratic Council will pick us up and leave here in three days. This experimental subject must induce him to enter a comatose state today. . Of course, the boy from the Lone Wolf Society and the beauty Ina also had to be transported away with the incubator. The Sokra Committee named them and asked them to follow them to Chekavsk so that the empire could successfully regain the Silent Highlands in the future. Of course. , and Aaron, he also seems to want to see Ina, who is proficient in music after she wakes up. After all, his funds and the funds of the Sokra Committee have supported my research. However, as long as I go to Chekavsk, I don’t want to see That kid will do."

John covered his chest with his slightly trembling right hand and said, Wright's black hair, black eyes, and oval face flashed in his mind.

"Teacher, what should we do with the three experimental subjects? MK01, MK02 and MK03." Shamon asked doubtfully, turning his head to look at an iron door near the incubator containing the sleeping female Ina that glowed with light green light. .

"Right now, let you watch a drama of human nature." John said.

Immediately afterwards, he took Shamen, stepped on some sticky dark red liquid spilled on the ground, turned the turntable on the iron door several times, and then pulled it back hard.

Then, what caught Shamon and John's eyes was an empty room glowing with light blue light.

This place is filled with dark atmosphere and thick liquids of various colors.

In addition to the unique smell of pharmaceuticals in the laboratory, it is also mixed with the stench of human body excrement.

After John and Shamon pinched their noses and took a few steps forward, John put on rubber gloves and pointed at the iron cage three or four meters high in front of him, which was not too wide and said:

"There are three MK sequence experimental subjects today, and only one can survive. But the one who survives can get the No. 20 potion to purify the virus in the body and restore his human identity. So, Shamon, watch a good show."

Shamon looked along the direction of John's finger. There was a human-like creature imprisoned in the iron cage on the far left.

Its entire body has gray-white and jet-black skin. It is about two meters tall and its body appears to be very thin.

But the upper half of his body was covered by a layer of pitch-black scales, and the ape-like down growing on his lower body was glowing with a little blue light.

In addition, his hands have turned into a pair of crab-shaped pincers, with animal-like tissue and fluff remaining on them. An iron whip-like tail extends from behind his butt, which is squirming from side to side unconsciously.

Shamon took two steps closer and observed the desperate face of MK-01.

It was no longer a human face. It was covered with rotten, red flesh tissue, and bulges leaking white pus. There was a mouth that had been torn to the ears by some kind of instrument. Half of the fangs, about twenty centimeters long, had been sawed off.

In the cloudy eyes of MK-01, Shamon saw the ultimate fear of humans and the ultimate anger of beasts.

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