In the temporary command post, an operational meeting against the USN was being held.
Presided over by Jiang Chen, the General, all senior officers of the expeditionary army attended this meeting without exception. The topics discussed were not only how to deal with the USN's air superiority and how to deal with the difficult NS-90 robots, but also the most fundamental and most urgent problem to be resolved-
That was where they were!
"… The chip on Governor Zhou can send coordinate signals. As long as they are within a certain range, we can locate their coordinates," an officer suggested.
"But the problem is that they are at sea, and we don't have air supremacy. How can we search for them?"
"Should we release high-altitude drones? As long as … "
"Oh, as long as they are not blind, our drones can't get close to them at all —"
"Then search from below sea level!" Jiang Chen interrupted the debate at the conference table, tapped on the table with his index finger, and motioned everyone to be quiet. Immediately afterward, he looked at the captain of the guards standing next to him and ordered in an unquestionable tone, "You contact the people at the Beluga Station and let them be responsible for the search. We will provide them with the frequency of the chip. As long as they lock onto the position of the USN fleet, we will immediately pay 10,000 credits. If they can get Zhou Guoping back for me, I will pay 100,000. "
When they heard the General's words, many people's eyes lit up. They really didn't expect that they could hire people from the Beluga Station to deal with the USN fleet.
Some people also thought of it, but they hesitated for a while and didn't say it. After all, NAC had recently been developing its own navy and wanted to gradually take back the convoy rights from Wanghai to Yizhou, Yingzhou, and North America from the Beluga Station. This directly affected their interests. The relationship between the two sides was really a bit unclear.
However, unlike these military personnel, Jiang Chen, as the General, could see it very clearly.
The friction between NAC and the Beluga Station on the issue of sea power could only be regarded as competition at best, not confrontation. As long as NAC was willing to make certain concessions, then they would be happy to help.
10,000 credits. The rice produced in the Garden of Eden was enough to buy a whole truck.
"Yes."
Zheng Shanhe nodded and left the conference room.
The meeting continued. Next, more than a dozen officers discussed the combat plan with the USN Army in detail and formulated a detailed combat plan. Therefore, Jiang Chen didn't interrupt and let Li Wang host the second half of the meeting for him.
After the meeting, Jiang Chen asked Li Wang to stay.
"Have the National Guards and the Minuteman arrived?" Jiang Chen put away the transcript of the meeting and looked at Li Wang.
"Yes, I just arrived this morning." Li Wang nodded and reported to him, "I marked out a base for them two kilometers east of Outpost Town, which was originally a newly developed residential area of the colony. Until the end of this war, they will be stationed here and fight alongside us. "
"Very good." Jiang Chen nodded. "Where are the reinforcements? How long until we reach the West Coast? "
"A week at the latest, and four days at the fastest," Li Wang said.
Jiang Chen nodded and looked at Li Wang.
"I have a mission for you."
"Go ahead," Li Wang said respectfully.
Jiang Chen didn't speak, but directly turned on his watch, pressed a few buttons on the holographic screen, and a map of the Nevada desert appeared in front of the two.
"This is …" Li Wang looked at the map and the red area in the center of the map and frowned slightly.
"This area is located east of Las Vegas, and the West Coast Meteorological Monitoring Center is nearby." Jiang Chen looked at Li Wang and continued, "You send a power armor team over, and I will recommend you a guide. Your mission is only one, and that is to find the West Coast Meteorological Monitoring Center and control it! "
…
Inside a cold room in the dungeon of Outpost Town.
With his hands and feet chained, Black Skull lay on the stone bed with blank eyes and stared blankly at the lines on the ceiling.
Perhaps because he cooperated and explained the whole story, the reasonable NAC did not shoot him, but just threw him into the dungeon. Two tubes of nutrient supply were stuffed in through the small window every day, and he was left to rot here.
Sometimes, he really felt that instead of staring at the pitch-black ceiling, he might as well give himself a quick death.
At this time, footsteps came from outside the door.
Is it mealtime?
Black Skull muttered in his mind, wondering if the time interval between the two mealtimes was too short.
Just as he was about to get up and walk to the door, the dark iron door suddenly opened slowly.
He stared blankly at the ray of light that leaked through the crack in the door. For some reason, he felt so excited that he was about to cry. The soldier who appeared at the door did not care about the expression on his face. He flipped through the roster in his hand and glanced at his face emotionlessly.
"Black Skull."
"Yes." Swallowing, Black Skull nodded vigorously, "I am, what's wrong?"
"A NAC unit is about to go to the desert for a mission and needs a guide familiar with the Nevada desert." Without further ado, the soldier closed the roster, threw it on the table next to him, and said concisely, "You now have an opportunity to atone for your crimes and even make a contribution. Whether you can grasp it or not depends on your performance."
"No problem! I'll do it! " Black Skull was ecstatic. "I have lived in the Nevada desert for more than ten years. I can walk to Las Vegas with my eyes closed!"
As long as he could get out, he was willing to do anything! Not to mention being a guide, even if he had to fight a Death Claw, he wouldn't even frown. This kind of life in a small dark room was really not for humans. In that dark, cold, and humid environment, even a strong-willed person would be driven crazy after a long time!
The soldier nodded and said to the guard next to him, "Put this collar on him, and the shackles on his hands and feet can be unlocked."
After putting on the electronic collar, the feeling of explosives hanging around his neck made Black Skull quite uncomfortable, but he also knew that he had no choice.
He followed the soldier to an office, where a high-ranking soldier was sitting. As for why Black Skull could tell at a glance that he was of a high rank, it was all because of the Knight Medal worn on his chest …
"The target of our search is called the West Coast Meteorological Monitoring Center. The only information we have now is that it may appear in the eastern desert of Las Vegas, located about two hundred meters underground. To put it bluntly, although it is called the Meteorological Monitoring Center, it is actually a pre-war military facility. "
At this point, the officer paused, looked at the predator in front of him, and continued, "I'll be straightforward. As long as you can take us there, all your crimes will be pardoned. Based on the time you take to complete this task, we may even pay you a handsome reward. "
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