I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

Joshua cautiously looked at the driver. It was a humanoid who had transferred from the Heavy Armor Squad. When she saw Joshua, she removed her goggles and stared at him for several seconds.

"What is she doing?" Joshua was so frightened by the stare that he asked the postman next to him.

"She's posting on the internet." Aliana gave the correct answer.

"Water stickers? What is that?" Joshua felt a strong culture shock.

"This concept is hard to explain to someone who doesn't have any internet experience. Anyway, she can record and save your appearance and send it to a chat room." Ariana tried to explain this concept to a wastelander, but apparently failed.

Joshua frowned. He climbed aboard the helicopter and dutifully found a seat. Then, a voice in the cabin explained how to fasten seat belts and other precautions.

"You understand it as a place where there are a lot of robots put together, and people from all over the world will use these gathered machines to communicate with each other remotely." The postman, who was more eloquent, used an explanation that Joshua could understand.

"That's really high-tech," Joshua muttered. He gripped the armrest of the seat and looked out the window. The scenery outside the window gradually moved downward.

The roar of the helicopter's turbines grew louder. Cas and the postman sat upright, grimly clutching their seatbelts. Only Ariana, with a dejected look on her face, found a box that looked like an ammunition crate and laid down. She casually unloaded her gun and hung it on a nearby bracket.

"Hey, the mission is finally over. Let me get some sleep." Ariana tied herself to the metal box with a belt and turned over.

"How did you manage to sleep?" asked the rest of the excited postman team.

"Because I've been on it countless times. I've been on both big and small ones. Don't call me unless it's necessary. My mind needs sleep to sort itself out." Ariana fell into hibernation in seconds after she finished speaking, leaving only the few people around her who were riding a helicopter for the first time, looking anxiously and excitedly at the mountain tops and trees outside the window that were getting smaller and smaller.

196 New Direction

Beep beep beep.

The communication terminal in the postman's hand suddenly rang, and the postman connected the device in a panic - she was still not very good at using such advanced technology products.

The postman is more comfortable with things like guns and cannons than with these clever gadgets.

[How is it? How is it going?] Sun Yang's holographic image appeared in front of the postman.

"Can't you see what's going on here through Ariana?" The postman held the small plate.

Although she knew how to use this thing from Ariana, the postman had been busy with Zion's affairs these days and had not fiddled with this object.

[Some things are faster to ask in person. Yeah, Cas is here too, and you, Joshua Graham, right?] Sun Yang's holographic image looked at the bandaged man sitting next to him.

"It's me. So you are the commander of Griffin Oasis Base? You are... Chinese? Or Asian?" Unlike other uneducated people in the wasteland, Joshua has read a lot of books and traveled a lot. His knowledge is broader than that of 99% of people in the wasteland.

"You can call me Sun Yang, or Commander, or Boss, whatever. Also, your question is meaningless because I'm not from this world. I don't belong to the past, nor do I belong to the present. Who I kill or save isn't determined by your nationality or skin color. Joshua, you can't be so narrow-minded, can you?"

"Oh my God, is this how the Smart Man and the Riddle Man communicate? Oh merciful God, why am I not from this world? Why don't I belong to the past or the present? Because I'm an unlucky guy who traveled from another world. I can't breathe the air here, nor can I eat the food here, because I'm an alien. I have an invisible helmet to filter my breath~ Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, do you think I've imitated it well?" The postman mocked the two people's conversation style.

"So, this is how you behave normally? Are you just pretending in front of others?" Joshua pressed his temple under the bandage and rubbed it hard.

"Oh, this business model is very tiring. Just say a few words in a pretentious manner. If you say too much, your brain will stop working." The postman, who had low intelligence and charm but good eloquence, waved his hand.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter who I am. No one here cares about the United States, which died hundreds of years ago. I don't care, and neither do you. Of course, the Enclave does care, but they've been defeated." Sun Yang quickly brushed off the identity issue.

Most wastelanders don't care where you come from. However, many organizations that have been passed down from before the war still maintain strange attitudes.

After all, those who had lived from before the war until now had often grown up listening to all sorts of bizarre propaganda. Sun Yang thought a lot of it was pretty damned ridiculous, but the people here had been listening to the radio since they were little, and after hearing it so much, many of them naturally believed it.

"That's right. It doesn't matter whether you are a descendant of the expeditionary force. With this kind of armed force, you can do whatever you want. Your identity is far less important than the power you hold and what you want to do." Joshua finally agreed with Sun Yang's explanation.

"It's good to be able to reach a consensus. Postman, this helicopter will take you to the edge of the mountains north of the Mojave. After all, the appearance of a heavy bird in the Mojave area will cause chaos."

"Okay, I don't want to walk back anymore, it's too painful. So, Boss Sun Yang, do you have a plan for what we should do next?" The postman wanted to open another bottle of wine, but there was no such thing on the helicopter.

"Since Joshua is already with you, for now, focus on assisting the NCR Rangers and the various military camps, gradually earning their trust. Joshua, I hope you can provide the Postman with relevant information and support. You're under the Postman's command, so if you have any requests for supplies or medical care, tell the Postman and have her submit them to me." Sun Yang said.

"I understand, Commander Sun Yang," the bandaged Joshua nodded. "Can I ask a question?"

[Say it. 】

"In your plan, what will be the ending of Caesar's Legion?" Joshua asked in a deep voice.

"Kill as many as possible. I don't have the ability to reorganize them, nor can I allow these professionally trained warriors to become bandits. NCR troops would have a hard time defeating Legion soldiers in small-scale skirmishes, let alone caravans, lone travelers, and scavengers." Sun Yang responded calmly.

"Is it possible for Joshua Graham to overthrow Caesar and take command of the legion again?" The postman proposed a bold idea.

"I'm sorry, that can't be done," Joshua replied immediately.

[If you can't do it... uh, cough cough cough! It's okay, just continue explaining.] Sun Yang's face twisted on the other side of the hologram, then he tightened his expression.

Joshua felt like his new boss was about to spout some gibberish, but he continued, "I believe only Caesar has the ability to lead the entire Legion. I've never seen anyone capable of replacing him, not even me. I don't think I have the vision to oversee the overall situation."

"Tsk tsk, you're too narrow-minded, Joshua." The postman slid to the ground and stretched vigorously.

Joshua just looked at him meaningfully without saying anything.

"It's okay. It doesn't matter if I can't think of it now. We can adjust later if we meet someone new and have new ideas. Time is on our side. The Legion's current envoy won't risk being thrown into the fire after defeat by launching an attack. The situation between the NCR and the Legion will probably remain at a stalemate. The soldiers sent by the NCR are not well-equipped, and they haven't yet exerted their full strength." Sun Yang said.

"It's hard to say, boss. The Silver Shock and Crimson Caravan Companies that Cass and I took down seem to be quite important in transportation and supply. It's hard to say whether NCR can withstand it." The postman felt that his boss lacked awareness of supply.

It was really strange, where on earth did he get so many soldiers and stealth helicopters? The Postman had been hanging around NCR and Mojave for over a decade, and he'd never heard of such a hidden organization, even more so than the Enclave.

So many people would need at least a complete military base to maintain operations. It's been hundreds of years, how could there still be an undiscovered hidden military base on the West Coast?

"Well, there's no need to worry about that. The Legion was able to achieve this situation because the NCR's supply lines and the routes north of the Mojave Outpost were destroyed. The time point should be before the Battle of Hoover Dam. If the supply was still smooth, the Legion would not be able to defeat the NCR at all. It will take a lot of effort for the Legion to defeat the NCR." Joshua came to a different conclusion based on his past experience.

197 Rewards and Finalization

"I know this. The NCR's center of power is quite far from the Mojave. There are only two ways to get there. One is to the outpost, and the other originally passed through a place called the Great Divide. There is a town there called Dawntown. I've been there many times and done a lot of work there. I can say that I witnessed its establishment. But I don't know how it happened, but the place is now called Death Valley, Isolation, Great Rift Valley, etc." The postman raised his hand to answer.

"I'm not entirely sure about the current situation there. I doubt NCR knows either, but the area is now filled with relentless storms and piles of debris. NCR supplies are ripped to shreds by the storms before they even reach the Mojave. Back when I was in the Legion, our scouts told us what they saw."

Joshua adjusted his sitting position, realizing that when he mentioned the Legion, Cas and the Postman's faces turned strange. But Ariana and the man behind the hologram didn't react at all.

Commander Sun Yang, in particular, seemed to have a look of sudden enlightenment when he mentioned the Great Rift Storm. Did this kind of information make people look like they were remembering something? I couldn't imagine what he had done before.

"Only fools and madmen go there. All roads lead to one destination: the cemetery. They say there is only a scar in the ground, filled with curses. No one who is under God's protection should go there."

Joshua ended his description in a very religious tone.

"Hmph, you're talking like I'm a disaster. Luckily I left right after delivering the package, otherwise I'd definitely be stuck there too." The postman started mumbling again. Then, as if remembering something, she asked Sun Yang a question.

"Speaking of which, boss, can I ask for some more employee benefits?" The postman said to Sun Yang behind the holographic image with a playful smile.

[Huh? What do you want?] Sun Yang was a little confused. Could he be asking for more robots as teammates? That specific request wouldn't work.

"Well, can I customize the appearance of a power suit? The one I'm wearing is pretty good, though." The postman tried to strike a coquettish pose, but unfortunately, the whole suit had no other effect except making her teammates feel embarrassed.

[Oh, this is so troublesome. Can you please stop pushing your luck? Okay, just one set. If you ask for more, I'll fire you.] Although Sun Yang looked disgusted, he still agreed.

It's just a power suit, and the base can make it in less than ten minutes. It's reasonable to provide good equipment to the people working for them.

"Yeah! Great! Commander, boss, I want this!" The postman took out a poster from his bag like a magic trick.

[NCR Ranger Armor?] Sun Yang's eyes lit up on the other side of the hologram. [This is a great item. I hadn't even thought of it until you mentioned it.]

"Every NCR soldier who joins the army wants to wear this handsome uniform. I heard that only elite soldiers can be selected into the Rangers, and only the most elite Rangers can wear this uniform." The postman's eyes were shining.

"Well, the people wearing this suit do cause a lot of trouble for...Caesar's Legion. They are all powerful scouts, combat and survival experts." Joshua nodded in agreement.

[I thought you wanted power armor and heavy laser machine guns.] Sun Yang breathed a sigh of relief. If the postman really wanted these things, he really couldn't give them to him.

(This picture shows the version without a helmet)

After all, the Brotherhood of Steel, which completely owned this thing, has been defeated by Sun Yang, and those broken power armors are now lying on the table of the Oasis Research Department, handed over to the Oasis intelligent bodies and humanoids headed by Crochet for disassembly and analysis.

The last time I heard Pascal's report, they were considering combining the technologies contained in AST power armor and radiation power armor to create advanced power armor that can only be worn by humanoids.

Although I don't know what the power armor that only humanoids can use is, since Croce and Pascal said it so confidently, I'll just go ahead and make it.

As for the heavy laser machine gun, he did have one, but giving it away was too reckless. With this machine gun and a suit of power armor, he could easily take on thirty fully armed NCR soldiers.

"If I dare to wear this in Mojave, I will be ambushed ten times a day just for taking a shit. That outfit is too conspicuous." The postman said with great disdain.

[Aren’t Ranger’s clothes conspicuous...?] Sun Yang felt helpless to complain.

"It's okay for me to wander around NCR territory wearing that suit. I'm the famous Postman No. 6, and it's not strange for me to wear the most awesome armor." The Postman said righteously.

"Okay, you have a point. I'll have Bonnie deliver the armor and supplies to the base in Liberty City. Remember to pick them up. Don't worry, I'll prepare you a set of elite riot armor, which will definitely be even sturdier and more stylish than the original." Sun Yang agreed to the request.

"Elite Riot Armor? Oh, you mean the Ranger Black Armor, right? Can you get that too?" the postman said in surprise.

"The power suit you're wearing is obviously much better than the Ranger armor. Oh, why am I starting to regret it..." Joshua felt very tired. Is it really okay to be carried around by a guy like this?

[Just making a skin... Yeah, no problem. It'll be delivered soon.] Sun Yang opened the window and contacted the research department. They said they could produce an elite riot armor with the same performance as the power suit in a day.

"Thank you so much, boss." The postman threw another wink, but Sun Yang remained indifferent.

[Don't thank me yet. I'll contact you when I'm done with my work here. I might need a courier team to go to the Great Rift Valley by then.] Sun Yang issued a terrifying order.

"Ah? The Great Rift Valley? Didn't Joshua just say that it's a tomb now?" The postman wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

[Because I want to collect them all.] Sun Yang said casually.

"What? Boss, my brain isn't very good enough. I can't understand your communication methods like poetry, allusions, metaphors, hints, and riddles." The postman's pig brain was overloaded.

"I'm very interested in the cause of that persistent storm, and the reason the Great Dividing Range has transformed into a Great Rift Valley—I think it's necessary to conduct reconnaissance there. Postman, you've recruited elites and experts from various fields, so investigating shouldn't be a problem." Sun Yang came up with an impeccable excuse.

"Come to think of it, I have a strange premonition. That old man in Prim who's in charge of the postal system seemed to have said something? Someone voluntarily withdrew after seeing the order, and said that I would be swallowed by the Mojave Desert? Joshua also mentioned that many scouts of the Legion disguised themselves as postmen to spy on intelligence, but only one survived. Could these two be the same person?" The postman began to think about it.

"He's the only one who's been alive for a long time. The Legion has never stopped sending scouts and spies. So how could it be just one person? Do you want to think about how many enemies you have?" Joshua said directly and concisely.

"Well, well, I can't explain it." The postman touched his chin.

"Postman, is it possible that you have offended too many people? With your lousy mouth, it's a miracle you could live to this age before getting the implant." Cass interrupted the postman directly.

"No, not really. Although I was pretty much the same as I am now when I was 16, everyone in the village was very kind to me," the postman said uncertainly.

"I'm sure anyone without a powerful weapon would become friendly when seeing a communicative Deathclaw," Cas retorted mercilessly.

"Well, maybe that's it. Anyway, ah, anyway, I will continue to operate with the team on Mojave, waiting for your orders, boss." The postman changed the subject abruptly.

[Okay, that's all for now. Contact me if you need anything. Goodbye, postman.] After Sun Yang finished speaking, he turned off the holographic communication.

"Ha... I was really scared. But which idiot was so lazy as to give me this job, causing me to get shot in the head..." The postman began to mutter again. She looked at the endless mountains outside the window, and her slightly irritable mood improved.

198 The Brotherhood of Steel is ready to go

"Finally done." Sun Yang ended the call with the postman and shifted his attention elsewhere.

The Thomson team, which had made the expedition to the north, was returning. Equipped with the local, time-tested nuclear fusion engines, these stealth helicopters could now carry humanoids and operate independently.

This campaign to eliminate the White Legs tribe also provided practical data to the scientific research department. After all, only after the product is put into actual use can feedback be obtained and problems discovered.

There was basically no need for combat in the KENSHI world, so Sun Yang did not intend to interfere too much with the main base world. After all, other worlds could be cultivated, but this world could not be moved.

The world of the end of the United States does not have the conditions for action, and the enemies there are too weak and disorganized. Although the world of the end of the United States is a world of gods that will be crushed by super cordyceps fungi.

No matter how powerful your Cordyceps fungus is, it's not as powerful as a bunch of nuclear bombs and the FEV virus. But in the end, the survivors still had a hard time and couldn't even organize a decent armed force.

To be honest, if a cross-world war really breaks out, the forces active in the Mojave Wasteland are no match for those in the end of the world.

Even the robbers and bandits like the Dynamite Gang and the Demon Gang are a group of people who carry a lot of explosives and energy weapons and kill people without blinking an eye.

It would be even more terrible if you encountered the White Legs Tribe. As for the weapons and firepower of the ordinary settlements in the end of the world, don't mess with the natives who are armed with submachine guns.

Of course, excluding organizations like the Followers of the Apocalypse that don't engage in much combat, they only have basic guards.

Sun Yang, however, did not want to share his technology with Ains. He believed rashly sending his own troops would lead to adverse consequences. Maintaining distance was the greatest respect for both parties.

After much thought, I think Radiation is more suitable as a practical environment.

According to Oasis's scientific research department, the upgraded stealth helicopter is much more powerful than before, and its flight time is sky-high.

Data currently obtained from helicopter pilots indicates that advanced nuclear fusion engines give helicopters the capacity to transport more troops and more supplies.

Oasis's research department will continue to track and collect data, and perhaps in a few months, it will be possible to launch a helicopter developed by Oasis based on existing technology.

The expeditionary Thomson force had completed its clearing mission and was on its way back. After the Thomson team returned, Sun Yang would be able to join forces with the Palette team, Ximo, and M14 to attack the Great Mountain Range.

Increasing the summoning frequency to this level shouldn't be a problem. At least Pascal has already calculated the estimated safe number of summons using a digital model.

Sun Yang walked out of the tent. He cast an invisibility spell on himself and slowly moved to the edge of the mountain. At the edge of the mountain, M14, still invisible, stared motionlessly at the mountain below.

"Did you notice anything?" Sun Yang asked the people in the channel.

M14, Ximo and Palette team set up an independent communication channel.

The distinction between these channels is probably like a certain Penguin software that has many different communication groups. There are large groups with everyone in them, and there are also small groups temporarily formed to facilitate the execution of tasks.