It was already around noon when other players in the territory except the combat type learned about the war that broke out last night.

This cannot be hidden, and there is no need to hide it.

The twelve dead people are like a thorn. If not pulled out, it will sink deeper and deeper, causing more damage.

After all, there are twelve guards, the oldest is just over forty, and the youngest is only twenty-two.

Among them, two people had just gotten married in the village not long ago, and they planned to quickly save enough points to buy a room in the dungeon, have an independent small world, and live a better life.

But now everything is empty, and they can only lie in the cold box and look forward to the day they can go home.

"We are grateful for their contribution to the territory. We will still fulfill our promise and take them home!"

Standing in the newly built Hall of Heroes behind Iron Stone Mountain, Somo finished his eulogy in a sad tone.

As the twelve urns were lowered along the gap, it also represented the completion of this simple funeral.

For wars in the wasteland, any victory will be accompanied by more or less costs.

But for those residents who have not really participated in the front-line battle, some heavy burdens should not be borne by them.

Today is the first day of the second year of Wasteland.

Well, this is an unquestionable victory!

After adjusting his expression, Sumo walked out of the Hall of Valor with his head held high. He saw in the distance many residents who came spontaneously to pay their respects and the family and friends of the fallen guard, waiting at the door.

He nodded silently and left from the side.

After walking about a few dozen steps, an obvious cry came from behind.

Obviously they also know that the lord of Tianyuan Territory has done enough within his ability.

If it were moved to other places, the number of casualties would only increase by dozens or hundreds of times.

In the game territory chat channel, many people are also chatting about the battle that happened last night.

But compared with the atmosphere at the funeral, the chat in the channel seemed much more exciting.

The island nation’s number one male gunner: “Brothers, do you still need support on the other side of the security wall? I can go to the battlefield at any time!”

Unit No. 1: "The heavy industry team is in place, and we can also bring the cannon to the battlefield to assist in the attack."

Midnight Plane: "Since they dare to attack us, we can't be merciful and just plant bombs on their way."

When going out, watch the road: "Calm down and see what the lord arranges first, don't attack without authorization."

Dismantling the tank with bare hands: "Do you think we can sneak into them by being homeless? Anyway, we have captured so many people. If we succeed, wouldn't we have an inside job?"

Sildenafil: "Damn, this is a good suggestion. I suggest sending the old Taoist over there. His accent is no different from that of a local."

No one knows better than me: "Manual +1."

Taoist Kongkong: "Hey Ya'er, I am a scavenger, not a spy. You are so eager to put it in a box for me! (Knife!)"

The slightly joyful atmosphere can also once again confirm the success of this battle from the side.

Returning to the dungeon office, Sumo met three prisoners selected from the homeless team.

In addition to Ram, there is also Frank, the leader of the Rangers team who is in charge of logistics.

The other person is an aboriginal resident of Sunny Harbor Refuge, a communications soldier responsible for delivering messages.

At this time, when they saw someone pushing the door open and walking in, Ram and Frank looked up and their expressions immediately became respectful.

They had seen the photo of the manager of Tianyuan Territory, and immediately recognized that this was the mysterious manager.

"Master Manager, this is Ram, a captain in the Rangers. He has hundreds of people under his command."

"This is Frank. As long as he is responsible for the logistics management of the Rangers, he knows the specific quantity of supplies."

"As for him, he has a bit of a tough mouth. At first he pretended to be a homeless person, but I found out later!"

Osmond, who had recovered physically, was in high spirits and quickly introduced the identities of the three people.

As wanderers, Ram and Frank had no professional ethics at all, and they were all recruited as soon as they surrendered.

From the first day after entering Qinggang New Town, the two of them talked about their daily lives like pouring beans through bamboo tubes.

It was as big as going to the office of a certain deputy commander with a special fetish and having him inspect his body in humiliation.

As small as one night after lights out and curfew, a few people sneaked into the toilet to taste the wine they had hidden during the day.

As the undoubted bottom of Clearport Sanctuary, their boring life is boring and lacks value.

Even if you recruit them all, only a few are valuable.

But the communication soldier who was found from the Rangers was different. Until now, he was still stubborn and didn't open his mouth.

Not to mention useful information, I couldn't even ask for my name.

"I'll give you another chance to think about it. Are you sure you don't want to tell me?"

Somo sat on the stool and licked his lips at the white paper on the table.

"As a manager, I appreciate your loyalty to the territory. Compared with them, you are a warrior with faith. But please understand that Tianyuan Territory is not a free shelter. You are just a free shelter with us.

Ordinary prisoners."

"Prisoners should have the understanding of prisoners and continue to be tough. Trust me, you don't want to know the consequences."

If the person standing in front of you is the senior management of Qinggang Shelter, for example, the deputy manager Tang En.

Sumo might also be interested in chatting with him, and think of ways to slowly convince him, so as to get more useful information.

But as an ordinary communications soldier, there is no need for this.

If you don't want to talk about it, just break into the hard labor camp over there in the Desolate Bone Village and use your remaining energy and be done with it.

There are still a lot of major infrastructure projects in the territory that require manpower to complete, and we cannot find the manpower to do it, so we can just do it with hard labor.

With only two rough meals a day, 120% of the labor force can be squeezed out.

As for getting rid of the hard labor status, don't even think about it in this life.

"If I tell you, will you let me go back?"

Realizing from the tone that this manager might not be talking casually, the signal soldier's pursed mouth suddenly opened.

"What do you think?"

Sumo looked at him with interest.

"If you can satisfy me, not only can you go back, I will even send you a troop carrier to take you back."

"But do you think that if I am satisfied, you will have good fruits to eat when you go back?"

Gopher Man is still innocent after all.

Especially in larger shelters, you can see the half-understood purity in them.

Yes, very pure stupidity.

Their brains seem to be missing something, missing the intrigues rooted deep in human nature.

"I want to go back because my wife and son are still there."

Hearing Sumo's words, the communications soldier was stunned, and finally replied honestly.

"Okay, then it depends on your performance."

Sumo nodded and glanced at the other people.

Osmond understood immediately and quickly pushed the door open and left with the two of them.

"I am a communications soldier belonging to the Fourth Corps of the Qinggang Army. My name is Aqil, Jimmy Aqil."

"Very good." motioning the other party to sit down, Sumo showed a smile and went straight to the point: "I need you to provide complete data about Qinggang Army, including the number of people, arrangement, combat style and other information. If you don't know anything else, It doesn’t matter if you are a legion, I will decide when you can go back based on the value of the information you provide."

People with weaknesses are easy to handle.

Although this approach was somewhat unethical, Sumo couldn't care too much at this time.

A second wave of enemy attacks may come at any time. In order to defend and minimize losses, he has even contacted Yehu to form a western suburbs alliance to resist.

Now get the detailed information about the other party as soon as possible to formulate a targeted response plan.

At that time, it is very likely to have miraculous effects.

"Master Manager, actually you don't have to worry so much. We have no plan to invade your territory. This sudden attack is just to find the industrial core. If there are no unexpected situations, as shown in your territory Strength, Sunny Harbor Sanctuary will be happy to resolve these previous conflicts."

"That's not what I want to hear. Let's just get to the point." Sumo glanced at the handwriting on the paper and said casually after confirming that the signal soldier was really writing information about the Qinggang Army.

"What I mean is that if you can help Clear Harbor Vault find the stolen industrial core, we might become permanent partners, closer than the connection between your Vault and Flats Vault."

Aqil was silent for a few seconds, but finally chose to speak out what was in his heart.

"To be honest, I don't understand why the Commander asked us to launch attacks on other shelters in the city. The industrial core was obviously stolen by looters, so why did the whole city have to be transformed into what it is now? Such chaos makes ordinary soldiers like us go through life and death?"

Sumo raised his eyebrows slightly.

"So you don't want to join the war?"

"Of course." Aqil shook his head quickly and said sincerely: "We have sacrificed too many friends and partners in the previous wave of undead invasion. No one will be willing to participate in such a meaningless war."
To be continued...