There were constant gunshots inside the gate of Vault 13, and there was also panic outside the gate.

More than ten thousand soldiers wearing exoskeletons rushed to the fighting position, followed closely by combat drones, and countless newly installed "humanoid combat armors" stepped out from the shadow of the ruins.

As early as the end of last year, the Enlightenment Society had been transferring belongings to Vault 13.

In addition to the production materials and technical documents that have been transferred to the shelter, a considerable number of people and equipment are also gathered outside the gate of Vault 13.

It is impossible to stuff all these things into the shelter, especially the garbage sorting lines and recycling facilities that supply raw materials for the production lines.

If the situation is critical, they can indeed retreat into the turtle shell in the shelter.

But before that, they will use the tools in their hands to teach the survivors a profound lesson!

This is what almost all members of the Enlightenment Society plan to do.

However, at this time, an accident happened.

The door to Vault 13 is locked...

…

The atmosphere at the ground operations headquarters was heavy and depressing.

The man who was pacing back and forth had a gloomy look on his face and was sweating on his forehead, like an ant on a hot pot.

His name is Moulton, he is Guixu's right-hand man and the nominal second-in-command of the Enlightenment Society. He is responsible for commanding the military forces deployed by the Enlightenment Society at the gate of Vault 13.

Standing next to him with an expressionless face at this moment is a former Air Force officer airborne by the "Celestial Being" organization, codenamed "Tianhong", whose real name is unknown. He uses the latest model of military bionic man as a body to contain consciousness, and serves as a combat staff officer.

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Unlike Moulton, Tianhong's expression was obviously much calmer.

Perhaps because of his service experience in the three-year war, or perhaps because of the inherent calmness of the undead, he did not take the patchwork armed forces in the wasteland seriously.

Two centuries ago, it would have been outrageous to say that these things were cannon fodder.

At least that's how it seemed to him.

At this time, an officer in combat uniform walked into the command room through the secret passage and bunker.

Before he could make a report, Moulton immediately stepped forward and grabbed his collar, roaring and asking.

"What happened to that broken door? Has it been opened?"

The officer swallowed and spoke quickly.

"There's something going on in the shelter—"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by spittle flying towards him.

"Situation?! At this juncture, you told me that something happened? I want you to tell me immediately what happened! And how long it will take to solve it!"

Moulton roared loudly, his eyes bloodshot, like a beast cornered.

that's the truth.

Alliance troops were coming towards him from two directions, and they might drop a nuclear bomb on his head at any time.

In fact, the nuclear bombs are fine.

There is a large amount of debris near the base of the space elevator in the old era that can withstand the shock wave of a nuclear explosion, and the damage caused by neutron radiation is not as incurable as it was in the classical era.

What's really fatal for them is that there is no way out!

Once the escape route of Shelter 13 is lost, the entire defense zone on the surface will become a dead place!

He can withstand one or two nuclear strikes, but what if there is continuous strategic bombing regardless of the cost?

Don't say he can't stand it.

Even the iron machine next to him may not be able to withstand it!

Listening to the officer's incoherent roar, the officer who was grabbed by the collar felt equally panicked.

"It's still unclear. Our connection with the shelter has been cut off... Yes, it was cut off from their side. Judging from the recent news, someone in the shelter instigated a riot..."

"Damn..." Moulton cursed, threw away the collar in his hand, and walked quickly back to the command table. He put his hands on the table and stared at the strategic map with eyes flashing with uncertainty.

According to the news from the front line, multiple alliance military forces spread out to the surroundings after approaching the core area of ​​the Enlightenment Society equipment, forming a siege to the entire ruins of the space elevator base.

Obvious.

The Alliance is sure that they will not and cannot withdraw to Vault 13, and they even planned this riot!

Otherwise they would never adopt encirclement tactics.

These guys came out of the shelter themselves, and they know very well how stupid it is to surround a shelter!

Sweat streaked across his forehead, and Moulton felt like a gambler with only a few chips left.

If we concentrate our efforts to break out, there is still a glimmer of hope for survival.

Once the entire encirclement is formed——

The fate of all of them will be hung on that giant gear-shaped alloy door!

Looking at the tense Moulton, Tianhong put her hands on his shoulders and spoke in an emotionless electronic voice.

"There is no need to worry, our defense is not that easy to break."

In addition to the 10,000 Marines who were equipped with pre-war equipment and nearly a thousand humanoid combat armors, they also deployed a large number of automatic turrets and drone hives on the defense line!

Once the alliance's ground troops get close to the defense line, they will surely suffer a devastating blow!

The area above Shelter 13 now condenses all the power of the entire Enlightenment Society in the desert area!

Even if the alliance has a huge sea of ​​people and endless logistics, it will take some time to pull out this nail.

"This is not a question of whether the defense line can be held, but a question of the survival of our entire organization! If the door to Vault 13 cannot be opened, sooner or later our personnel left on the surface will be exhausted by their continued attacks!"

"So?" Tianhong lightly shrugged his shoulders and looked at the commander in front of him calmly.

"so?"

Looking at this guy who had no sense of crisis, Moulton narrowed his eyes and suddenly sneered.

"I remembered...it doesn't matter to you. Anyway, what's walking here is just a body you left on the surface, right?"

"I don't deny this statement," Tianhong continued with an indifferent expression, "We are immortal."

There was silence in the command room.

All the officers present were silent, and it was for different reasons.

There is fear, there is envy, and most of them are indifferent.

They are all "upgraders" who have uploaded their thoughts to the circuit board and embraced glorious evolution.

What Tianhong said is right.

At least for the android officer whose brain is located on the Lagrange point space station, a victory or defeat means nothing.

It doesn't matter even if the entire Enlightenment Society dies.

Their souls are already immortal.

Moulton looked at this indifferent guy coldly, with many complicated expressions flashing through his pupils.

"The president is right... You guys have no intentions, so it's okay to take advantage of it, but if we pin our victory on you, all of us will be dead."

"Calm down, no matter whether we have intentions or not, at least we are still in the same camp now, right?"

Tianhong spoke in an understated voice, looked at the man in front of her, and suddenly said something that no one present had expected.

"Actually, you don't need to be too anxious. We have copied your thinking and saved it on the server at the Lagrange point. Even if the worst happens, nothing will happen to you."

Moulton looked at him in astonishment, his eyes filled with disbelief at first, and then turned to anger.

"You copied my mind?! What do you mean? When did this happen?"

"A few months ago," Tianhong continued calmly, "You don't have to be so excited. This was just a precaution. After all, war is a life full of risks. If you encounter an accident, we can use this alternative method to keep you alive.

come over--"

"I don't have to be so excited?! Come to life? Haha -" Moulton smiled and stared at him, as if he was looking at an unreasonable monster, "What do you mean to come to life? Let a lump of iron replace me? Hold me up

My head, comfort my wife for me? Let my child call him daddy? Is this the alternative method you mentioned? "

"Is there any problem?" Tianhong shrugged and looked at him with the same incomprehensible expression, "You will become an immortal existence, and you will be immortal in the true sense -"

"Shut up, you!"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a loud shout, and then a gun was pressed against his forehead.

Looking at Moulton who suddenly pulled out a gun, Tianhong's eyes flashed with astonishment.

He didn't expect that this guy was so emotionally unstable that he actually pointed the gun at himself.

perhaps--

Copying this guy's consciousness is not a suitable option.

His ability may be good, but he is too impulsive.
To be continued...