I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

185 Happy Path Caravan

Along with the building, the general manager and the various legally binding documents and contracts inside were blown to pieces. Without these things, many things would be left unproven. The mess, economic losses, and the attendant chaos would take some time to unfold.

The bombing of the Red Caravan's house immediately attracted widespread attention. The caravan members were extremely busy, while others who had no vested interests in the matter were just watching.

The most discussed topic was which ruthless person had planted a bomb in this place. Although the Red Caravan Company was just a private company, it was not a place where anyone could enter and exit casually. The guards they hired were not blind and would check the packages of people entering and leaving the company.

Some speculated that the Postman was responsible, as the Crimson Caravan was suspected of being connected to the Silver Shock. After they eliminated the Silver Shock, they immediately went after the Crimson Caravan. Lately, the Postman team has been silent, as if they had vanished without a trace.

However, this speculation was unanimously considered by everyone to be drunken nonsense. Where did the postman carry so much explosives? Was the guard blind carrying such a large bag?

Secondly, according to reliable eyewitness reports, the Postman lost an arm in a battle with the Van Graff family. His recent absence suggests he's recovering from his injuries and avoiding retaliation from the family's killers.

Losing a hand and then dragging a bunch of bombs around to blow things up just two days later? Do they really think the postman is a tough guy? Couldn't the writers have come up with some solid lines?

Even if she wanted to disguise herself, she would have to hide her arms because this feature is too obvious.

That woman was 1.9 meters tall and had a missing arm. The only person in the entire Mojave who met that requirement was probably Postman Six. It's impossible that the guards recognized her and then let her in for five thousand bottle caps. That statement was sheer nonsense.

Just as the entire Mojave was focusing on the affairs of the Crimson Caravan Company, the real culprit had already packed up his supplies and equipment and headed north to Liberty City.

There, Sun Yang had already arranged for Team 404 to contact a caravan heading north for business. The postman team would quietly travel to a settlement somewhere in the north—where she would meet a very important figure.

Following the gentle slope northward, Postman No. 6 yawned and shuffled her legs across the hills. Behind her were the red-haired Cass and the still-calm Ariana.

Aliana got the exact coordinates, and after the Postman and Cass did a hard job for the Crimson Caravan, she hurriedly asked the two to do the job.

After all, the Van Graff family still had some influence in Liberty City, and the postman didn't want to be caught and beaten by angry gangster killers. Since his boss had arranged a low-key route, why not go?

The postman then made his way to the caravan's gathering place. The boss was accompanied by several armed men and women. He frowned slightly when he saw three more people arriving.

"Tall, big, female, and I heard that the person coming is one-armed?" The boss looked at the postman who was a head taller than him and scratched his head.

"I have an iron arm." The postman was not shy about it. She shook her new hand at her boss.

"Shit, this thing looks really cool. Wait, so you are the postman who razed the Crimson Caravan to the ground? You really demolished the Crimson Caravan?" said the boss in surprise.

"What do you mean razed to the ground?" The postman remembered that only one house was blown up, not the entire area. The rumor became less and less reliable as it spread.

"Oh, I understand. You certainly won't admit it. Anyway, I want to thank you for this. Now we have another market to develop in 'Happy Trails'. The old woman from the Crimson Caravan Company openly forbade any caravan to compete with her for business." The boss thanked him sincerely.

"Oh, so that's how it is. Now I understand. So how do we do this job specifically?" The postman nodded.

"This job is simple. Help us lead this caravan into Zion and find the New Canaanites. The reward is 25 bottle caps per day. Half will be paid in advance, and the rest will be returned on the return journey. If you enter Zion, you will receive an additional reward, and if you reach New Canaan, you will receive another bonus."

"That sounds pretty good."

"Oh, and one more thing—don't mention Joshua Graham's entire name to anyone, remember anyone."

"This arouses my curiosity. Is there anything special about this person?" The postman still remembered the task assigned by Sun Yang, which was to find Joshua Graham. It seemed that the person he was looking for was indeed a very powerful and tough guy who made so many people care about him.

"Don't mention it. This name will make the people of New Canaan feel uncomfortable and will scare all the local natives. And when you get there, don't talk about 'Burning Man'. Believe me, this is all for your own good." The boss of the Happy Trail Caravan said seriously.

From this person, the postman learned some other news. The Happy Path Caravan was originally a small company in northern NCR. They had some small business in New Reno, NCR itself, and even had a trade route to Salt Lake City. Their primary trading partner was New Canaan.

Utah was a chaotic place, and so was Salt Lake City. Doing business there was extremely risky. The only power near Salt Lake City with which they could conduct regular trade was the New Canaanites.

But recently the caravan suddenly lost contact with the New Canaanites, and Utah could no longer find the whereabouts of the New Canaanites, so the caravan's business plummeted. They all relied on making money by trading with the New Canaanites.

Many pre-war roads were destroyed by nuclear bombs, post-war neglect, and further conflict. To avoid going in the wrong direction, a local guide or a usable road is essential.

The Happy Path caravan had previously traded with the New Canaanites near Zion. They planned to explore the area to see if they could reestablish a trade route with the New Canaanites. This was the goal of this operation.

Zion is a place filled with forests, canyons, and beautiful natural scenery. But for those who pass through it and want to leave, it is a dangerous place where it is easy to get lost.

While the Happy Trails Caravan had some other business in Salt Lake City, it was still too dangerous to go there. NCR Rangers were too busy in the Mojave and didn't have enough manpower to clear out the roaming bandits. Going through Ogden was too far, and the cost far outweighed the benefits for the caravan.

Postman No. 6 recalled his experiences as a professional. Caravans within the NCR typically tended to follow the still-visible pre-war American highways. Reaching Salt Lake City from other directions offered a safe and reliable route that involved a significant detour and incurred significant taxes.

The New Canaanites were a religious group before the war, believed to be descendants of the Mormons. They controlled the old city of Ogden, a road leading from the north to Zion. They successfully proselytized in the Zion Valley, which served as a defensive barrier.

The New Canaanites were trading fairly with the tribes of Zion—tribes that would not harbor any hostility or murderous intent toward them.

As for the specific religion of the New Canaanites and the consequences of proselytizing, the caravan owner didn't care, nor did he want to care. If he severed ties with the New Canaanites, the Happy Path Caravan's business would soon come to an end.

In short, the old trade route was no longer viable. The other routes were too far and too dangerous, and now we had to go to Zion and find the people of New Canaan.

"So this team is going to Zion. What can you tell me about that place?" The postman thought for a long time before coming to a conclusion.

"We've never actually been inside. We used to trade with the New Canaanites who were preaching there in the suburbs. All the available roads were destroyed after the war, but we still found a trail used by the New Canaanites, which we can follow in." The boss pointed to the Pip-Boy on the postman's left wrist. "That's why I'm looking for someone with a Pip-Boy. The map on it will keep us from getting lost in the dense forests and vast mountains."

"So, why don't you try to trade with other forces? Why are you only targeting this one New Canaanite? There are no others in Utah or Salt Lake City?"

"I have to admit. It's not very safe there, not at all like the Mojave and NCR, or even the places Caesar occupied. That cursed place is full of bandits, barbaric tribes, and regional warlords. It's a mess everywhere. There's no place to stay or trade. As far as I know, New Canaan is one of the few places that's okay."

Is Mojave safe? Ariana thought later. She thought this shabby place wasn't very safe, except for the small population. But Utah was probably a place where everyone was a bandit.

"So when you talk about the trade route to Salt Lake City, you're actually referring to severing ties with the New Canaanites."

"Yes, we will arrange a meeting place with the New Canaanites to trade goods and bottle caps. But if we can't contact them, we won't be able to sell the goods. Also, if you go to Utah, be sure to watch out for the White Legs. They come from the Great Salt Lake and will attack anyone who is not one of their own. I heard recently that they seem to be submitting to Caesar's Legion."

"Well... I think I know everything I need to know. When do we leave? Should I bring a tent with me?" The postman got to the point.

"You've probably never been to Zion. We'll have to cross countless canyons and mountains along the way, and all the roads are difficult to walk on. It rarely rains in the Mojave, but if it does in Zion, you won't be able to resist. A huge backpack will make you look like a super mutant stuck in a sewer, and too much weight will make the thin air directly threaten your life. In short, don't carry too much stuff."

After saying that, the boss took a look at the equipment on the postman team. He nodded and said, "What you have now is enough, no more. But the stuff you have is pretty powerful."

The Postman and Cas looked at their respective power suits and the weapons they were equipped with. The Postman was still carrying a plasma pistol, a small laser gun, and a 10mm submachine gun.

Cass didn't carry a grenade launcher, as that weapon would have been too conspicuous. She only carried a deceptively shaped plasma shotgun and a small laser rifle.

Ariana only carried an assault rifle on her back and a small laser rifle in her pocket. No matter how you looked at it, she was dressed very casually.

"So what are we waiting for?" the Postman held up his Pip-Boy. "Let's get going!"

186 Gap

We still have a long way to go, so you'd better prick up your ears and listen to the story I, Lao Jie, am going to tell you.

Going back decades, in Utah, there was a group that began to spread among NCR residents. Its name was New Canaan.

People don't know much about the people there, except that they are religious and send missionaries to tame the native tribes.

We have become accustomed to our own chaotic nature, but the New Canaanites are honest merchants and excellent warriors. Bandits and robbers never dare to mess with them.

But then the Legion showed up in Arizona. I'm sure you've dealt with them.

It turns out that Caesar's chief vanguard, Proconsul Malpas, was a New Canaanite named Joshua Graham. Graham was known for his hot temper and ruthlessness, and he held a commanding position within the legion, second only to the leader.

Therefore, the people of New Canaan were reluctant to mention him; they were ashamed of him, and it was not their fault.

However, at Hoover Dam, Governor Malpass finally met his match in the form of Hanlon and Oliver, the NCR commander, who kicked the New Canaanite back across the river.

In order to establish his authority in the army, Caesar had to tell them: no matter how high your rank is, you must accept severe punishment if you face a crushing defeat.

He doused Joshua Graham in asphalt, set him on fire, and threw him into the Grand Canyon, and they said he rolled over before he even had a chance to yell.

It wasn't long before some slaves and natives began to spread rumors that Joshua Graham was not dead. Of course, this rumor was not surprising.

When these words reached Caesar, he forbade anyone to speak the name again. He wanted to erase Graham from history.

His wish was granted. Joshua Graham disappeared, and in his place on the wasteland was the name "Burning Man."

This might sound like a story about a Native American ghost. But New Canaan has been quiet for a long time lately. Perhaps it's just a coincidence, or perhaps Governor Malpass is long dead.

Or perhaps Joshua Graham later climbed out of the canyon and eventually found his way home.

***

"It seems that the progress is going smoothly." Sun Yang put away the tablet in his hand. The route of the Happy Trail Caravan has always been in his hands.

The postman has grown through battle and will complete the tasks assigned to her. Joshua Graham is a very powerful character, and when Sun Yang plans to overthrow the NCR top management, Graham can fill the gap.

Of course, the specific situation still depends on the postman's lobbying ability. However, Sun Yang has great confidence in the postman.

Before Sun Yang's eyes were hundreds of staggering former Brotherhood members. While Postman No. 404 and Team were busy, he had been driving these remnants of the Brotherhood forward.

The Palette team changed into light power suits, took up their weapons, controlled the puppets, and spread out around the slowly advancing team. Above the team's head, drones patrolled day and night.

The members of the brotherhood had almost no time to stop and rest. Although Sun Yang provided them with one liter of water per person per day and sufficient food and medicine, the long journey still caused some people to die on the way.

About a month had passed since the Brotherhood was driven out. After crossing the boundless Gobi Desert, rolling hills, and unbearable vast deserts and mountains, Sun Yang finally arrived near the giant crater called the Great Mountain Range.

The giant pit was surrounded by desert and mountains, and no one in their right mind would approach it. From the outside, it looked like a long stretch of mountain peaks, but through the ascending drone, Sun Yang saw the numerous laboratories dotted within the pit, and all sorts of incomprehensible instruments were operating.

The giant pit has passages in four directions: east, south, west, and north. It seems that the secret transportation of supplies relied on pre-war railways. However, those railways have now been completely buried by the desert, and only the areas near the mountains are still intact.

The tunnel to the south looks blocked by rubble. Is that Elijah's escape route? It doesn't matter, as long as the other passages are accessible.

Sun Yang drove these remaining Brotherhood members, who were still in the dark, to the entrance of the northern passage. Then, a drone flew in front of these remaining Brotherhood members.

The drone flashed a few times, revealing a holographic image. Through it, Sun Yang addressed the remnants of the Brotherhood, trembling in the wind, "This is where I'll exile you."

No one answered. Those in the Brotherhood who still had fighting strength quietly grasped their weapons.

"I can't eliminate all of you, so I can only do this. Oh, don't be so harsh on me, I will give you basic supplies - the rest is up to you to solve on your own." Sun Yang's holographic image clapped his hands.

Two vending machines taken from the Madre Casino were carried out from nearby by the humanoids. A truck, fully loaded with casino chips, was unloaded nearby.

Sun Yang took some of the steel plates provided by Advanced Warfare Ains intact and unloaded them in front of these brotherhoods.

This type of vending machine can only produce various common supplies at most. It is wishful thinking to expect to make a rocket launcher from a vending machine.

Relying on these metal building materials and the supplies provided by the vending machines, these few hundred remaining Brotherhood of Steel members would surely be able to survive in this area. And when they caught their breath and prepared to explore, they would inevitably attempt to enter the mountains. The Brotherhood of Steel would never miss any opportunity to salvage technology.

When the time comes, we will have to rely on them as guinea pigs to explore the way forward.

The Brotherhood members still couldn't figure out what Sun Yang was going to do. How could someone penetrate someone's base and then let them escape?

"I've said it all. Do as you please. Don't try to return to the Mojave; things are going to change there soon. Of course, if you want to contact other Brotherhoods, that's fine—I'll crush them, and by then, I won't have any such sympathy. Take care of yourself."

Sun Yang left a final word of warning. The Palette Squad silently retreated from the vicinity and boarded the truck.

Only the roar of engines and the whistling of wind disturbed people's ears. The remnants of the Brotherhood of Steel remained silent, watching warily as the warriors who destroyed their homes left.

"Are we just going to leave them here?" AAT asked in the voice chat. Her puppet was driving the truck, while the main body lay inside, wrapped in a blanket.

"No, of course not." Sun Yang operated the window. If it were in the past, he would be happy to deploy troops everywhere, but now, he had to save manpower as much as possible.

"Ximo? Are you ready?" Sun Yang asked.

[At your service, Professor.] A gray-haired, male figure appeared in the contact list.

"Finally, someone's taking over our duties. Oh, my goodness! I came here and first had to run around with a bald lesbian for weeks, then had a tough fight, and then ran around for weeks more. Now, someone's finally taking over our duties." Sten exclaimed carelessly. This made Ximo, who was in the channel, a little embarrassed.

"Well, that's really hard work. Don't worry, I'll take care of the rest!" Ximo patted his chest.

Compared to Griffin's humanoid veterans whose mind clouds have been tempered by life to the point where they can kill as many people as they want, Ximo's personality is more gentle, and he has a record of mental breakdown after killing more than a hundred people at a time.

Simo's tendency to avoid action if possible, and his military experience, having served in a unit with a secret designation, made him an excellent scout.

Ximo's body had been upgraded to a nuclear fusion power source, and his optical cloak had been upgraded to a stealth power suit. He hadn't touched his sniper crossbow, but had only upgraded his self-defense weapon.

"Simo, your mission requires you to lurk and conduct reconnaissance in the surrounding area for a long period of time. If you find any Brotherhood scouts, just mark them with a micro-drone. Report any situation to me."

As Sun Yang spoke, he shook Ximo out. He saluted Sun Yang, carrying his sniper crossbow on his back.

Sun Yang left behind a vending machine with a brand new code. After the continuous efforts of the Oasis T-dolls, this brand new vending machine can produce items such as crossbows, small batteries, and replaceable prosthetic limbs. And this vending machine only needs Ximo's authentication code to spit out supplies.

"I really wish this good thing could be made a little smaller. We could carry it around everywhere, without even needing supplies." Sten touched the vending machine and said hello to Ximo.

"Since we're no longer needed here, what do we do next? I doubt it's a vacation. In any case, I hope we don't have to run around for so long anymore." Makarov exhaled.

"What are you talking about? When did I say you're not needed here?" Sun Yang began to move out supplies, taking out all kinds of messy things. "Let's just find a hiding place nearby. Is this Brotherhood really going to mobilize on a large scale? Can Ximo handle it all by himself?"

AAT and Sten collapsed to the ground.

[It's over. My casino dream, my money-throwing moments... When can we go to New Vegas? I really want to live the life of a rich man.]

I want to see strippers and male strippers. I want to throw NCR currency at them. I want to use the currency to humiliate humans...

"Stop pretending! Aren't you living better at the base than the rich people in this shabby place? Hurry up and build the makeshift base." Makarov kicked the two guys in his team.