I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

"What? Yegor is coming here riding on Green Invincible?"

“It doesn’t matter”

S10 Commander Lin Yi suddenly stood up from his chair and said to a group of old, weak, sick, disabled and pregnant humanoids.

"The total number of troops in the battle is 0.008 million to . The advantage is mine."

The above is an introduction.

This is a serious fanfiction about a S10 commander who joins the main story's world. The author does a great job with the interpersonal relationships, geography, and gunfights.

187 One South, One North

Sun Yang and several humanoids settled on the outskirts of the Great Mountain Range. He was quite patient in this matter. The NCR and the Legion's new round of war mobilization wouldn't be resolved in a month or two. Both sides were bound to engage in a long and brutal battle in the Mojave Desert.

Let them continue to unfold. Until I get back what's really important and until the postman finds the important person, the war between NCR and the Legion will have to continue.

I should finish the DLC before I can finish the main storyline. With this thought in mind, Sun Yang watched as the fraternity members in front of him gradually figured out how to use the vending machine.

They used the food and water produced inside as supplies, cut and shredded the various clothes produced, and remade them into the necessary sheets and bedding.

Their laser guns were quite useful, so they used toolboxes and laser guns to build a new camp using steel bit by bit.

The newly appointed elder was very efficient at work. He directed the three hundred people to do various tasks, and in just a few hours, he built a steel house large enough for hundreds of people to rest in.

Large quantities of sheets and quilts were sewn, and more pre-war food was piled up for unified storage and distribution.

The temperature difference between day and night here is huge, and many people have experienced the biting cold wind.

At this rate, they should be able to operate normally within a week.

Sun Yang hid in a valley more than ten kilometers away, observing the people's every move through the miniature reconnaissance drones set up in various places.

The nearby reconnaissance work was handed over to the professional scouts Ximo and the Palette Team. As for himself, he stayed in the temporary base to deal with matters in other worlds.

Since he couldn't randomly summon the humanoids to the radiation world, he could only try to transfer the humanoids from the KENSHI main world to the End of the World and the Advanced War world.

The T-dolls in the main base didn't slack off much. They usually moved around the various regions of the KENSHI world, gathering information and various local pre-war technologies.

However, Sun Yang didn't know much about the KENSHI world. Although he had heard of the Skeleton King and the Armor Merchant, if he didn't know the location, he could only ask the dolls who were out exploring for information.

Back in the End of the Americas world, the automated agricultural and breeding base was already on track. Originally, the humanoids' medical technology was somewhat partial and imperfect, but after Sun Yang connected with the Advanced Warfare world, a large amount of medical technology was learned by the humanoids, making up for the shortcomings.

The settlement is slowly absorbing more and more people, and currently has a population of about 3,000. Many of them have children, and education and supervision have become new problems.

Several T-dolls from the Oasis requested to go and help, so Sun Yang allowed them to go. After all, only the End of the World needed these caretaker T-dolls and elementary education T-dolls, so they were suitable for providing teaching.

Finally, there's Irons. The situation on his Advanced Warfare world—in a nutshell, he's done.

After Sun Yang gained a foothold in Radiation, he gradually provided mercenary services to him.

Although Sun Yang felt like a middleman, hiring the dolls and then renting them out to fight, Irons also rarely complained: "I am a mercenary and an arms company, but I still have to hire other armies to fight for me."

Initially, the combat efficiency of the humanoids sent out by Sun Yang wasn't very high. Due to traditional supply issues, the humanoids' endurance wasn't very good—both ammunition and batteries required specialized supplies, and their long-term combat capabilities were relatively weak.

But since the development of laser weapons, plasma weapons, and small-scale nuclear fusion technology, the combat efficiency of humanoids has increased by leaps and bounds.

The world of Advanced Warfare did not feature the magical individual anti-laser armor plate; that kind of weird armor only exists in the world of Fallout.

Armed with laser weapons and plasma pistols, the Dolls, wearing stealth suits, repeatedly assassinated American commanders and disrupted logistics routes. They would then occasionally hijack information channels, sending machine gun Dolls and shotgun Dolls to raid the headquarters with heavy firepower.

The heavy laser machine guns and heavy plasma launchers defeated the defense forces, which were only equipped with AST power armor at most.

After unremitting efforts, and after the humanoids destroyed the headquarters again and again, Ains finally won the final victory.

The reconstruction of the advanced war took a long, long time. During the war, many American soldiers defected, and both sides exchanged terrifying firepower between cities. However, thanks to the efforts of the humanoids, those with authority to launch nuclear weapons were constantly changing. The personnel at the nuclear launch base also maintained their composure and refused to launch nuclear weapons on the motherland's soil.

All in all, the war ended fiercely yet calmly. Although there were still issues with rebellions from other countries, Ains had already taken them into consideration and would handle them appropriately.

Even with his impressive decapitation campaign and the support of the people, Irons fought for a long time. He said he still needed the help of the humanoids to lay the foundation for future stability.

Sun Yang didn't have any expectations. As long as Ains could continue to provide him with supplies and improve the living conditions of the civilians, that would be enough.

Sun Yang didn't dare share the technology he had dug out from the radiation with Ains. No matter what, he had to be on guard against others stealing the technology.

After finishing his own work, Sun Yang stretched his stiff body. He moved a few times on the soft bed and saw M14, wearing a stealth power suit, standing still and observing the surroundings outside the camp.

It seems there's nothing I need to worry about for now. Sun Yang pulled out a handheld game console from under his pillow and started playing.

Playing games every day is good for your health! Sun Yang turned over again and covered himself with the quilt, feeling very comfortable.

In the north, across the Mojave Desert, across New Vegas, and across the mountains, an inconspicuous caravan was slowly moving through the canyons.

Snap... Snap...

A dozen men and women, dusty and exhausted, emerged from the dark, gloomy rock tunnel. Their feet were covered in dry, hard, reddish-brown gravel, and those with poor-quality shoes had already developed layers of blisters.

"Ha~ I finally see the sunshine." Postman No. 6 stood at the back, staring blankly at the sunny sky.

The sky was azure blue, with light clouds floating in the air. Looking out from the tunnel, there was a narrow mountain road.

On one side of the mountain road are towering cliffs, and on the other side is a steep valley dozens of meters high. If you look down along the edge, you can see the clear river below - but don't think about jumping into the river to escape, the river is only three or four meters deep, and jumping into the water to survive is not a good idea.

The bridges connecting the valleys are made of ropes and wooden planks, which were built and maintained by our ancestors. These bridges must have been used by the local indigenous people, otherwise they would not have been able to survive until now.

However, there are very few well-maintained bridges like this one, and most of the time you can only see rotten wooden piles on both sides of the valley.

Sparse bushes and trees grow on both sides of the road. Compared with the barren Mojave, the scenery here can be considered beautiful.

The postman raised his head and looked into the distance. There were only countless broad, earth-brown mountain walls. From near to far, there were tall mountains and canyons of various shapes.

If you get lost here, you might have a hard time even finding your way back. The rock faces are so similar to each other that finding a suitable landmark is difficult.

Honestly, it's hardly a suitable place to live. But compared to the Mojave Desert, it's a pretty good place. That's if you can learn to use all sorts of natural things to hunt and heal yourself.

Since receiving this commission, the Happy Trail caravan headed north to search for the New Canaan force that had lost contact.

They had been wandering through the mountains for weeks now, and apart from lizards and scorpions, they hadn't seen a single animal. Although the postman had shown them the way, the caravan had the final say on where to go.

Besides...just looking at the map didn't seem like she had a good idea of ​​how to get back. Traversing the mountain roads would be a real struggle.

"What? Are you tired?" Cass walked out from the shadows, still looking energetic. "This weather is really nice, much better than the Mojave where the sky is full of sand."

"No, I just thought I should bring a book to read on the road," the postman always felt as if he had wasted several weeks of his life. "This journey is too boring. I really hope that a dozen barbarians with guns will pop up and rob me. It will just make me feel better."

"Oh..." Ariana swayed her legs and was the last one to come out of the valley. She touched her knees and said, "I should change into something more durable."

"Ha! Precision machines are always unreliable, right?" The postman mocked Ariana harshly.

Just as Aliana was about to retort, the boss in front of the caravan shouted to his team members: "Alright guys! After all this time, we're finally here! This is Zion!"

"That's it? Didn't we enter Zion a long time ago?" The postman sat down on the ground, and Ariana also lay down carefully. They both felt a little exhausted.

"I know your backs and legs ache, and you're exhausted physically and mentally. But I want you to keep your heads up and keep moving forward." The boss tried to cheer up the players, but everyone seemed a little unmotivated.

Another caravan guard narrowed his eyes at the road ahead and said, "The path ahead is a little worrying for me, Jay. How about we go back through the hole we dug earlier and look at the road above? We've come this far and there's no way back. Maybe we should be more careful?"

"Oh my God, stop talking nonsense. The New Canaanites must know the way. Even if they don't, we have a friend here and the Pip-Boy." The caravan boss interrupted the guards, "Alright! Stop talking nonsense! Keep moving forward and stay vigilant against those elusive natives!"

"Yeah, it's really elusive. You can't even see a hair, so of course it's elusive." The postman turned over on the spot, ignoring the caravan boss's words. "I think we should stay in this cave to avoid the heat first, and then leave when the sun is not so scorching."

"I agree. This will be very unfriendly to my cooling circulation system. If I continue walking in this weather for another 2436 hours, my system will be overloaded." Aliana lay motionless in the cave.

"2436? There are 24 hours in a day," Cas counted on his fingers. "That doesn't mean there are still more than a hundred days left!!"

"Postman No. 6! I hired you to protect us, not to let you sleep there!" The caravan boss shouted again in the distance.

The people in other caravans had already heard the order and slowly walked away, only the postman team was still hesitating and hiding at the back.

"Okay, okay... Let's go, Ariana, we still have work to do." The postman slowly got up from the ground, and picked up the reluctant Ariana from the ground.

"Ah, damn it! I'm not a robot that collects walking data!" Ariana got up from the ground and said fiercely.

"? Why is there still such a boring guy?" Postman No. 6 scratched his chin.

"Hurry up and catch up! Postman team!" The caravan boss's loud voice came again. The three members of the postman team could only shut their mouths and stagger forward. The others had already walked several dozen meters ahead.

The guard at the front of the caravan stepped on the dry ground, waving his hand to clear away the withered grass before him. He looked at the towering stone walls around him, as well as the weeds and bushes growing on the stone platform.

"I always feel something is wrong. That bush seems very suitable for Tibetans..." The caravan guard felt an itch on his neck and picked off the grass debris on it.

Bang! A sudden gunshot rang out. The guard holding the grass scraps fell backwards to the ground, his neck broken in two.

"Enemy attack!" the caravan boss shouted, but the place the caravan was walking in was really bad - or rather, the attack position found by the enemy was really good.

Three grenades flew out from the surrounding stone walls, circling the supply personnel in the middle of the caravan and blowing all the surrounding guards off their horses. Given the long journey, none of the guards wore particularly heavy armor. After several grenades exploded, more than half of the guards were instantly shattered.

The grenades were accompanied by hot sparks spraying in the bushes, and several submachine guns fired at the remaining people. The positions chosen by these people perfectly covered all angles, ensuring that no one could escape the shooting as long as they walked outside.

Three or four natives wearing simple protective gear, painted white, with strange tattoos on their faces, and holding Thompson submachine guns in their hands rushed down the nearby mountain road.

They fired repeatedly at the last surviving people, instantly killing all the last surviving members of the caravan in front. These natives had firm expressions and cooperated with each other very tacitly.

The attacks were carried out almost simultaneously. These indigenous people who were blocking the road and robbing others could be said to be professional fighters.

"Oh damn!" Ariana immediately took out her gun and shot at the natives in front of her, killing all those who rushed down.

Cass and Postman No. 6 also quickly took up their weapons and fought back. They used the tunnel as cover and fired continuously at the indigenous enemies in the distance.

188 Moving Forward

"A dozen or so natives armed with grenade launchers, sniper rifles, and submachine guns actually rushed out to launch a surprise attack..."

Postman No. 6, carrying a still-living native, leaped down the several-meter-high slope. His advanced power suit cushioned most of the impact, leaving Postman No. 6 with only a slight numbness in his legs and feet.

"Hello, hello? Do you understand English?" Postman No. 6 said, shaking the guy's head.

"*＆＃￥（！@＃!" The native simply roared out a string of logical tones. But unfortunately, no one present could understand him.

"Ha! I don't like your attitude." The postman threw him to the ground, took out a pistol and shot him in the chest.

Aliana looked at the corpses of the natives with a gloomy expression: "This is my fault. I should have been responsible for the leading guard duty."

It wasn't difficult for her to kill the attacking natives. Whether they were armed with a bazooka or a heavy machine gun made no difference to Ariana. The weapons these natives possessed were quite modern, but the protective gear they wore was two thousand years outdated.

It only took one well-placed bullet to kill one. It took Ariana less than half a minute to clear out the enemies. The remaining ones who were hiding were left to Postman Six and Cas.

"Bullshit! Our job is to hold the rear guard. This job was assigned by the guy with the blown-off head. It has nothing to do with us. Do you robots have some weird sense of responsibility?" The Postman scolded Ariana. "If you want to be honest, we should blame the lead scout for being a useless piece of shit. But he's already dead, so there's no point in saying anything."

"...Alright. I'll go bury these bodies." Aliana didn't deny or confirm. She took a shovel from the caravan's bag, found a relatively good spot, and quietly dug a large hole.

"Don't take on responsibilities you shouldn't. Why make yourself feel guilty for no reason?" the postman said with the carefree attitude of someone who'd experienced it all. She also took a shovel and dug another large hole nearby. "Separate the bodies. Bury them in two pits."

Cass, standing nearby, dragged the bodies of the dead natives and caravan members over and dumped them into the pit. Leaving them there would have been fine, but the decaying bodies would have bred a plague.

This isn't the dry and hot Mojave, where corpses would turn into mummies if left alone. There's plenty of rain here, so corpses will rot normally.

"So how do we find Joshua Graham? All the guides are dead, although we can last for a month or so with these supplies." Cass asked after arranging the bodies and filling the big hole.

"I don't know. We'll just have to take it one step at a time. But the natives are attacking... maybe we'll be there soon?" Postman Number Six said optimistically. She divided up the remaining merchandise, each carrying three large bags of goods, and prepared to continue exploring deeper into the canyon.

Aliana looked towards the other side of the bridge warily. Then she raised her gun and pointed it at the bushes on the other side of the bridge.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I'm not from the White Legs Tribe!" A loud shouting voice came from the bushes opposite, and his tone sounded a little awkward.

"Stand up! Let me see your face!" Ariana shouted. The opponent was not sure about Ariana's shooting skills, so he could only slowly emerge from the bushes.

He wore a pre-war baseball cap studded with feathers. Around his neck was a necklace made of shells and stones. Like the other natives, he wore almost no protective gear, only simple shoulder pads and a fur armor covering his crotch. His skin was similarly yellow, but his face and body were covered with strange black tattoos.

"The White-legged Tribe? Oh, so the ones who just fought with us had white paint on their torsos, arms, and legs. It's different from the tattoos on this guy." Postman No. 6 still had an impression of it, after all, he had just buried several corpses.

When the native saw that the postman team seemed to have no intention of attacking, he bravely crossed the bridge and came to the team.

"Oh! The White Legs Tribe usually doesn't leave any survivors. I have to tell you, you're really lucky and powerful. You were able to defeat that group."

"It's just the difference in experience and armament." Aliana slowly put down the gun. The distance was enough for the postman to quickly draw his gun and blow his head off.

"You're from the outside world, right? From another civilization? Well, Joshua would be very interested in this," the brave native nodded repeatedly. "Are women from outside this world this tall?"

"I think I'm the only adult alive here. And you mentioned Joshua? Who is this Joshua? Why do you speak English? I can't understand a word the person I just buried is saying." Postman No. 6 didn't expect to find someone with the same name so quickly. What good luck.

"Joshua Graham is the chief of our tribe. It is because of him that our Dead Horse tribe has become strong and no longer afraid of our enemies. It was Joshua who taught me the language. He can talk to anyone who comes from the south, and I guess it's your turn now. Come, I'll take you to see him." The native explained seriously.

"Oh, so that's what's going on. Then lead the way and go meet Joshua. If we have any questions, we can talk while we walk." Postman No. 6 waved his hand and followed the native in front of him.

"Okay. Next we're going east. Joshua is at our tribal camp on the East Virgin River." The native nodded and led the way.