Chapter 395.1: Wolf Cavalry Plan + The Pangolin 100-Man Team

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[Server-wide Announcement:

Open World Boss ‘Yong’ was slain by players Sisi, Tail, Roshan, Sesame Paste, Sideline Slacking, Battlefield Cheerleader... among others. This achievement will enter the Hall of Fame.

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[Announcement:

Shelter 79 Unlocked!

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[Shelter 79:

Located underground in Lucky Valley Municipality, this research facility has fallen. Countless mutants hide in every corner of this three-dimensional labyrinth, where risk and opportunity coexist...

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[Closed beta player cap increased from 5000 to 8000, new players will spawn at Shelter 79.]

[Announcement:

Respawn point transfer. Pay 1 silver coin for relocation and shelter room exchange fees to move your respawn point to an available shelter. (Currently available shelters: 404 (full), 117 (full), 401, 79)

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[Announcement:

Major update to the pet system! Now you can pre-order exotic pets like Deathclaws, Red-Eyed Spider Wolves, Split-Tooth Tigers at Shelter 79, some of which can be used as mounts! Details available in-game!

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[Hyrja:

The ecosystem at Shelter 79 is amazing, a century of evolution has turned this place into an environment more extreme and harsher than most urban ruins on the wasteland—it’s unbelievable. Anyone willing to be my guinea pig? Generous rewards, please apply through VM!

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[Yin Fang:

The research integrating bionic prosthetics into mutants has been successful. Now you can not only replace your arm with a mantis blade but also arm your pets with a couple... Though it's better to choose the smarter species to avoid intelligence mismatches.

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[Ma Ban:

We plan to build a new survivor settlement in Lucky Valley Municipality to house displaced survivors... The war is not over yet and the new base will be temporarily set up in an underground bunker outside Shelter 79.

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[Today's recommended recipe:

Braised Eggplant, Chicken Stewed with Mushrooms

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Following the completion of the mission to open Shelter 79, the official website updated a bunch of content.

This type of gameplay, where the progress in game synchronizes with whatever the players were doing, was a fresh experience.

While open-world games are not rare, MMORPGs where players' decisions permanently affect the game world were few and far between.

It felt like they were participating in the game's development while playing the game!

They had double the fun, without paying a dime! No... They even earned money when playing!

The designers of the game are just too damn humane...!

However, even though the players had been praising the doggy developer that he suddenly became so nice recently with so many updates, that wasn’t the main point in the forum.

In fact, not even the Order of the White Bear and the Death Corps who took down the ‘Open World Boss’ were in the spotlight.

Rather... It was Battlefield Cheerleader who casually went over to grab the beast’s head.

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On the forum...

Battlefield Cheerleader: Brothers!!! I'm back haha!

Quit Smoking: What the fuuuuck?! This guy finally showed up!

Eye Owe Money: Been waiting for you!

Escaping Mole: Heard you stole the head of Deathclaw as a tribute for your Army overlord?

Irene: And he got you ten beauties! (joking)

Elf Wang: Really?? (joking)

Battlefield Cheerleader: Ahem, first of all... Of course it's true, but am I the type to covet beauty? Obviously not!

Eye Owe Money: I almost believed you!

Kakarot: Damn, they really gave them to you?

Battlefield Cheerleader: First of all, I didn't do anything haha. But to be honest, our developer is quite generous. This game is too realistic! Selling it for 99999 RMB seems fair. (shy)

Dinosaur Warrior: Ah?! Bro, don’t give them stupid ideas. I only have 10 RMB for pocket money a week... I'm a student, can I get it for free?

This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: Hehe, no way, no way, people still rely on pocket money these days? That money is nothing! I get eight digits in my New Year's money a year, not to mention stock dividends, investment returns, and my bank interest!

𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Irene: Case closed, we found out why this idiot didn't get the beta access. (hehe)

Battlefield Cheerleader: Again, kids shouldn't be playing this game! Enough bullshit, thanks to that Deathclaw's head, I'm now a centurion, but right now I only have 10 decurions under me. Any good brothers want to come over and cook some shit up with me? (grinning)

Eye Owe Money: Me me me! Dude, pick me!

Neighbour Wang: I'm coming!!!

Kakarot: Shit, Spring Water, I'm thinking of defecting!

Spring Water Commander: You fucking turncoats! Can't you withstand temptation?

Ghostbuster: What do you mean can't withstand temptation? I just want to challenge myself! (shy)

Teng Teng: You guys... You guys are too dirty.

Yaya: ┐(‘～`；)┌

Although players were eager to sign up, and even cloud gamers joined the fun, in the end, Battlefield Cheerleader only recruited about 100 of them.

As agreed, those who mixed into the reserve army were all brothers from the Death Corps, who specialized in using light and cold weapons. Their weapon proficiency was inversely related to the cost of the weapon.

After all, with such high casualties, it was too wasteful to use high-tech equipment. If it wasn’t cost-effective, it would be better to charge into battle with a rifle and a spade. They could die and return to the forum to start again.

As for Sideline Slacking... He didn't go with them.

People with too strong a sense of ethics couldn’t play undercover. He knew himself well, so he stayed at Shelter 79.

Moreover, he had other tasks to complete.

The New Alliance Command Center had given him new instructions, hoping he could combine the technology and resources of Shelter 79 to develop tactics for mutants to coordinate with light infantry.

Namely... Their ‘Wolf Cavalry’ plan!

The plan required fully utilizing the mobility of mutants and the excellent independent combat capabilities of the members of the Death Corps. They would combine the two to create a light cavalry capable of all-terrain raid operations!

It might sound far-fetched, but in the wasteland, it could really be viable.

Without reliable roads and railways, tire blowouts and track breaks were common. It was easy to get stuck in a damn tree even if they drove a tank.

Compared to wheeled and tracked vehicles, mutants capable of moving through dense urban clusters and ruins were a more suitable choice.

It was especially so if they were Deathclaws.

As genetically enhanced creatures to survive on the wasteland, Deathclaws excelled in both mobility and endurance, making it hard to find fault.

The only downside was their big appetite.

However, food for mutants can be handled by hunting and gnawing on the bodies of enemies. As long as they weren’t stationed in the base for a long time, the pressure on logistics might not be as big as imagined.

The administrator took the plan very seriously, not only allocating him a hundred sets of Neural Interference Device but also specially appointed Goblin Technology to provide technical support.

Although Sideline Slacking felt it was rather dangerous for that piece of shit to be providing technical support, Mosquito was so excited and even offered to pay out of pocket to support their plan, so he didn't say anything.

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Falling Leaf Camp.

A group of ragged scavengers arrived at the gate. Those people dressed in tatters, carrying sticks and steel bars. All of them were unregistered members.

It wasn’t that no one volunteered to enter the Army’s camp. After all, they would at least be fed in the camp. However, it was the first time they came in groups.

Much less 20 of them...

The patrolling sentry saw and stopped them, looking them up and down suspiciously. "Where are you from?"

"Baker Street!" Eye Owe Money, leaning on a wooden stick, stammered in response, "Fellow villager. He became an officer. We came to join him."

The guard standing at the gate paused.

The recently promoted survivor seemed to be called Pangolin or something, and if he wasn’t mistaken, the dude was promoted just two days ago. Did news really travel that fast?

Filled with doubt, just as the guard was about to question further, a man in a reserve army uniform ran over.

"They're my fellow comrades!"

The sentry stared at him for a while, then said nothing more and put away his rifle. "Go register them."

Battlefield Cheerleader said with an air of importance, "I was just about to do that."

Although he was a mere wastelander, he was still a centurion personally appointed by General McClennan, which made his status somewhat higher than that of ordinary soldiers.

Those soldiers with prominent noses might look down on him, but they didn't want to provoke him unnecessarily. They didn't trouble him further and turned to continue their job.

Following Battlefield Cheerleader into Falling Leaf Camp, the group of players looked around curiously, having never seen anything like it.

"Damn, this place feels even worse than the survivor camp next to Dawn City..."

"It’s about the same, they let them build their own houses."

Eye Owe Money's eyes darted around, and he sneakily asked. "By the way, Pangolin, where are your wives?"

Hearing this, Battlefield Cheerleader almost choked on his own spit. He coughed and retorted, "Fuck off! What do you mean wives? I told you, I didn't do anything bad. I had them help with laundry..."

The reserve army issued two sets of linen uniforms. If they weren’t training or on missions, those uniforms would have to be washed everyday.

In the end, he threw all his subordinates’ clothes to them to be washed, giving them something to do.

As for sleeping with them...

Well, what was there to say?

Mainly because sleeping together wasn't much fun, he logged off as soon as he closed his eyes. Having a stranger next to him made him insecure anyway.

Plus, he always felt like the developers would be able to see whatever he was doing anyway.

However, to avoid some unfriendly rumors, he still placed the women's tents next to his own to make up appearances.

Quickly changing the subject, Battlefield Cheerleader urged, "Stop staring at me and asking questions, I'll take you to get tags soon. By the way, have you thought about your made up names yet?"

Eye Owe Money yelled in excitement, "I'm Big Eye!"

Construction Boy followed: "I'm Brick!"

The other players also reported their names one by one.

Battlefield Cheerleader said with a headache, "... Damn, what kind of names are these, not a bit of creativity."

Eye Owe Money couldn't help rolling his eyes. "What the fuck? It’s not like Pangolin sounds any better?”

Construction Boy chimed in, "Exactly! At least my name is easier to remember than yours!"

Neighbour Wang grinned. "Enough bullshitting, Doggyfield, where are we going to steal merits from today?"

Battlefield Cheerleader looked up at the sky and mumbled, "In the afternoon, I arranged a mock battle with Brother Spring Water. We'll kill a few then and get you guys promoted to decurions."

Everyone looked at each other and chuckled. "Alright!"