Chapter 1866 Fortress
Ghoul is just the first one. Across the sea, the major forces still have time to react.
Many small alliances began to spontaneously form two major military alliances, the Emerald Alliance in the south and the Gemstone Alliance in the north.
The Allies and the Entente do not target each other, but only target the monster forces of the third party.
This is the result of church coordination.
Although it was secretly ostracized, on the surface the church still had to do some personnel work.
Otherwise, no one will listen to you in the future.
The two major forces established regular naval patrols along the main waterways.
Wen Rensheng looked at this civilization like a worm facing danger, and began to instinctively shrink his body to resist the risk.
Can they resist the fusion of many worlds?
You must know that each of these worlds has its own destructive forces. This civilization must be able to withstand it before it has a chance to deal with the stronger disaster principal.
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There are more and more radiation ghouls, and they finally ran out of the island.
With the help of the sea currents, they took advantage of the night to break through the blockade of the ships of the Alliance and the Entente, and came to the southern land.
"Monster!" When a village was attacked, the villagers picked up the second-hand tattered rifles that had been issued long ago and began to resist.
However, their resistance failed.
Because they did not expect that after the corpses, there would be mutant cockroaches.
There are too many and too many monsters crawling on the ground.
Not the sparse firepower of a rifle can stop it.
Only a dozen young men who often go fishing in the sea came out of the village.
They came to a nearby fortress to report the news.
The Major of the Fortress was shocked when he heard it.
"I didn't expect the monster to land so soon? Send a report immediately." He said to the adjutant.
"We have not verified the authenticity of the news." The adjutant said.
"This must be true. No one would joke about their arm and the death of their loved ones!" The major glanced at the dozen or so people. Some of them had injured arms and only received simple bandages.
If this is also false, then I really don’t know what these people want to do by reporting false news.
The adjutant immediately went to send the report.
Wen Rensheng nodded, this major can be promoted.
He imposes a lucky 5 on the opponent.
This lucky 5 can guarantee that the opponent will save five times and die.
If he still can't grow after five death saves, forget it. It means that the world hasn't put too much luck on him.
Many heroes actually died too early and did not grow up.
They are really no worse than others, they are just a little bit less lucky.
Some people are stronger, but lose because of luck. This is not what Wen Rensheng wants to see.
After the major of the fortress sent the report, he asked people to resettle a dozen villagers, and then sent messengers to start issuing emergency evacuation orders to surrounding villages and towns, as well as orders to recruit civilian husbands.
The messenger quickly rode away.
The major then asked the soldiers to start sorting out their weapons and preparing for battle, and divided some people to start preparing the trenches and widening and deepening the trenches.
Put wood in the trench and connect the oil pipeline to try to burn it for a longer time.
Gasoline is highly volatile and can only be poured into the trenches when the enemy is close.
It didn't take long. Only half a day later, a large shadow in the distance was seen in the fortress located on the main traffic road.
The corpses follow the villagers.
They waved their arms and walked staggeringly, at about half the speed of ordinary people, and there were about hundreds of them.
This made the major relieved.
There are 350,000 rounds of ammunition and 300 rounds of artillery shells stored in the fortress. This is just a small fortress.
Large fortresses reserve tens of millions of bullets and tens of thousands of artillery shells.
The civilized world has, after all, entered the industrial age.
"Snipers fire freely, the first company prepares to fire a salvo! The second company prepares, and the third company rests. The artillery company prepares shells." The major issued the order in an orderly manner. There are four companies in the entire fortress, each with 150 people. Counting the orderlies, there are about 700 people.
“Bang!”
The first bullet was fired.
Hitting the bones in the ghoul's chest, the ghoul was directly knocked out by the bullet, knocking down two of his companions.
“This hardness?” The sniper who fired the bullet was slightly surprised.
According to his combat experience, when this bullet hits a person, it will create a big hole, and the person will even split open.
Bullets generally penetrate the human body and will not cause impact.
This is somewhat different from the information I saw before.
He said before that he could easily kill the corpse with a rifle, but now, his sniper rifle uses special bullets and cannot kill him directly.
It seems that after staying in this world for a long time, they began to strengthen automatically.
Have you absorbed the power of tranquility?
The sniper removed his distracting thoughts and aimed at the second ghoul. This time he chose the opponent's head.
Generally, snipers rarely shoot directly at the head, because the head target is still too small.
The bullet passed through the face, the head exploded, and the ghoul fell.
This made the sniper relax, but fortunately it was not the strength of the armored train.
There were armored trains at the end of the 19th century, but tanks did not appear because the development of gasoline and diesel engines was not perfect enough.
Bullets were fired one after another, but the sniper's rate of fire was still slow. Soon the ghouls were approaching the first line of defense: a deep and wide trench.
Three meters deep and five meters wide, on the side facing the fortress, a shooting area is specially left. The fortress is condescending and can shoot to every part of the trench, ensuring that it will not be used by the enemy.
Driven by instinct, the ghouls fell directly into the ditch.
But they are not completely stupid. They are crowded together, so when a dozen of them are pressed underneath, the other corpses can get over smoothly.
The infantry opened fire, and the bullets were fired accurately because they had been specially trained for the location of the trench.
The bullets turned the corpse's skin into a pile of tatters, revealing its pale bones.
But unless you hit them directly in the head, they can still move.
The fortress major and soldiers were not surprised at all, because they had also seen many cases of disabled people being able to move under the power of tranquility.
They shoot steadily, hiding in safe and thick concrete and steel fortresses, shooting enemies without long-range attack capabilities, which will give people the joy of target shooting and hunting.
Soon the soldiers began to compete spontaneously. Everyone bet that whoever hit more heads would have a free drink at night, while others had to use their own rations.
The Fortress Major adopted a tacit attitude towards this.
Let them relax first and not be too nervous.
But soon, when the first five-meter-tall Death Claw charged with bullets, everyone began to get nervous.
This thing is quite fast, comparable to a 40km car.
At the end of the 19th century, around 1880, three-wheeled vehicles equipped with gasoline engines appeared.
It’s just that the speed is still very slow.
But the speed of 40 kilometers per hour is very fast in human eyes.
The trench couldn't stop this thing at all. It was quite intelligent and jumped over directly.
Hundreds of meters of obstacles and barbed wire are no match for it.
“We should dig ten meters deep.”
“It was you who said two meters would be enough.”
It was too shallow when used. It's too dark sometimes.
The Deathclaws rushed to the fortress at the cost of being bruised and bruised.
It quickly found the muzzle of the machine gun, then stretched out its paw to pull out the machine gun.
Fortunately, at this time, the sniper had already found its weakness, promptly switched to armor-piercing bullets, and shot at its neck joint.
The Deathclaw fell.
The fortress turned the corner.
(End of this chapter)