Fallout 4: The Wasteland Life of a Pillager

Chapter 414 Dragon Nation Corpse Army

Compared to Yi Beiwang's excitement, Mist and other native American wastelanders felt a chill in their hearts. The loud horn sound seemed to awaken the fear immersed in their blood, and they looked around in horror.

Mist leaned against Lana's power armor and asked, "Lana, have you heard of a legend that has been circulating in Mojave for a long time?"

Rana seemed to remember something and answered uncertainly: "Is... the legendary Dragon Nation Corps of Corpses?!"

Legend has it that after the outbreak of a nuclear war two hundred years ago, a battalion-level force from the Dragon Kingdom was trapped in the United States and slowly turned into zombies under the erosion of nuclear radiation.

At first, they assisted the Shi Clan in establishing a gathering place, and then wandered around the wasteland of the United States for the past two hundred years. No one knew how many people there were, and no one knew where they were going.

During these two hundred years, stories about how they punished evil, promoted good, and liberated slaves could be heard everywhere.

Ordinary plunderers are even more terrified of them, and some even use the Dragon Country's zombie troops to scare disobedient children, causing them to become a childhood trauma for many people.

Even the raiders in Neptune were extremely afraid of the legendary army.

Just like now, it was just an ordinary trumpet sound, but it seemed to have the power to penetrate the soul, and they could hear it even if they covered their ears.

An old soldier climbed up the fortifications carefully, stuck his head out and wanted to check the situation, but before he could see anything, his head was blown up by a 2mm electromagnetic bullet.

Boom~~~

At the same time, another loud noise came from inside Neptune, and the fire illuminated Neptune for a moment, and then was suppressed by the rain.

The captain of the plunderer squad looked towards the location of the explosion. That was where they stored the ammunition, but now it had been found so easily and also blown up.

How is this possible?! How did they do it, when...

Calm down, calm down. We were once properly trained soldiers. How could we be afraid of those ghosts who can only play tricks? Absolutely not!

The team leader grabbed the scout next to him and shouted, "Tell me, how many people are coming from the opposite side now?"

"No... I don't know. I can't even tell how many of them there are!"

The scouts fired several flares into the sky, and the light from the explosion once again illuminated the entire Neptune, but they still saw nothing.

All I could see was the light gradually fading away, and endless darkness rushing towards me like a tide.

call out!

Another electromagnetic bullet hit, piercing the face of the Predator scout and killing one of his companions behind him.

More and more people fell to the ground. The raiders could not see where the enemy was and fired randomly around them. They either accidentally injured their teammates or had their positions exposed by the gunfire and were killed by electromagnetic bullets in the head.

But they can't use poison gas bombs and bombs, because if they do, more people on their side will die faster.

Seeing this, the plunderer scout was terrified and collapsed to the ground, saying: "They... they are everywhere, every dark place is them!"

"It's the devil, they are all devils!!"

The team leader just didn't believe it. He hid in a bunker and took out a loudspeaker and shouted: "Everyone, stand back to back! Pick up your weapons and shoot at the surroundings. Don't run away, or you will die faster!"

The remaining raiders quickly stood back to back with the nearest person, keeping a constant eye on their surroundings.

At this time, the flares in the sky had gone out, and there was no light in Neptune. Everyone could only try their best to open their eyes wide and use the little gun flames in their hands as a light source, trying to capture the enemy's movements in the dark.

At this time, some former NCR veterans have realized that something is wrong. The raiders were all wearing leather armor, so why did the companions they were leaning against feel like metal?

Before they could turn their heads to check, the person behind them pulled out a knife and slit his neck. His mouth was covered tightly. The slight noise he made was covered by the sound of rain, and he died soon after.

More and more predators fell to the ground. The faint sounds of falling and whimpering reached the captain's ears, mixed with his increasingly disordered heartbeat, making his scalp tingle and his psychological defenses gradually collapse.

But there were many others who collapsed faster than him. Some of the pure-blooded plunderers gave up resisting, dropped their weapons and ran away crying. After taking a few steps, they tripped to the ground and were dragged into the darkness and disappeared.

The Marauder scout crawled to the squad leader and shouted, "Captain, what should we do now? If this continues, everyone will die!"

The team leader seemed to have made a difficult decision. He trembled and said, "There is another way to survive. My grandfather's grandfather's grandfather... in short, it was probably my grandfather who fought in the Battle of Anchorage more than 200 years ago. He passed down a set of spells."

"Someone told him that as long as he used this spell in front of the Dragon people, they would never kill him."

Hearing this, the plunderer scout asked excitedly, "What is it? What spell is so magical?"

"I'll only do it once, and you just follow."

The team leader took a deep breath and walked out of the bunker. He threw away all his weapons, knelt on his knees with his hands raised above his head, and shouted in broken Chinese: "Steal... Xiang... Surrender!"

"Killing prisoners is unlucky, killing prisoners is unlucky!"

It turns out how important it is to master a foreign language. When the word "surrender" was heard, the gunfire stopped quickly.

The plunderer scout didn't understand what the team leader said, but he understood it. After hesitating for less than a second, he followed his instructions. When the other plunderers heard the commotion here, they followed suit.

Anyway, they suffered so many casualties, with the death rate estimated to be over 30%. They are worthy of the support from the Crimson Merchant Corps. What else do you want from them?

After the squad leader surrendered, he saw a soldier in black armor appear out of nowhere in front of him.

The squad leader bravely raised his head and saw the black muzzle of a gun pointed at him. The soldier's scarlet eyes and ferocious and terrifying face almost frightened him to death.

The ghoul soldier just threw out a pair of handcuffs and asked in fluent English: "Hold your head and squat down. Give up resistance. Understand?"