I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

"Joshua Graham, I have a better proposal. It could save the tribesmen here from fleeing, and perhaps even more bloodshed." The postman sat upright. She had just divided up the work with Cas and Ariana on the way there, and they were going over what should and shouldn't be said.

"There are only three of you. Are you going to rely on the three of you to deal with the White Legs Tribe? Or do you have a unique way to solve this dilemma?" Joshua did not stop moving his hands.

"No, no, no. The three of us can't go all over the mountains to help you repel the White Legs Tribe. But my boss can. Ariana, tell him what we can provide." The postman snapped his fingers, and Ariana coughed behind him.

"We can provide two heavy helicopters and dozens of fully armed elite fighters. You don't need to provide any supplies and support for these people, you just need to gather your own manpower." Ariana said sincerely.

Joshua turned his gaze to the three people in front of him. Although the postman couldn't see his expression, he could read a complex emotion in his blue eyes. It seemed that Joshua didn't know how to respond to Ariana's words.

The postman analyzed Joshua's eyes and temperament, and it seemed to say: What the hell are you talking about?

"The helicopters will be deployed overhead within 24 hours. We just need to ensure that we are not defeated by the White-legged Tribe within 24 hours." Ariana blinked. She had received the information shared by Sun Yang. The flight time of the stealth helicopter plus the preparation time of supplies would be more than enough in 24 hours.

"I'm not sure, ladies. Now's not the time for jokes. We have a lot on our plate, and we haven't even finished preparing yet." Joshua remained calm. Although he had dismissed what they were saying as joking, what if they were actually using it to express their dissatisfaction? Perhaps they just wanted the bottle caps.

"No kidding, Joshua. This is a deal. Within 24 hours, two helicopters will arrive filled with warriors capable of defeating the Brotherhood of Steel single-handedly. These warriors will completely wipe out the White Legs and ensure the safety of the Dead Horse and Sorrowful Tribes—but in exchange for protecting them, I need you to fight for me."

Joshua paused as he disassembled the pistol. He whispered, "Who are you negotiating on behalf of? Caesar? NCR? House?"

"I'm not sure if this should be heard by anyone else." The postman looked around. The natives nearby were all staring at him directly, with undisguised hostility in their eyes.

"They are all trustworthy and won't tell anyone." Joshua had no intention of driving them away.

"I'm speaking to you on behalf of the commander of Griffin Oasis Base. Here, this note is for you. Joshua Graham, things are going to change on the West Coast." The postman didn't trust the natives, so he simply prepared a note with a rough outline of the action plan in advance and gave it to Joshua.

Compared to these seemingly stupid natives, this former envoy who beat NCR to a pulp understands the importance of confidentiality better.

"Griffin Oasis? I've never heard of that name before." Joshua looked at the note in his hand. The content on it was not long, but the outrageous content still made him stroke his bandaged head. "If what's written here is true, I don't think I have the right to choose."

"I'm not forcing you, Joshua. It's just that you need to make a choice and consider it." Postman No. 6 had roughly figured out Joshua's thoughts through analysis.

Although the natives said that Joshua had changed and became more considerate of other people's thoughts, the postman could feel that he was not as approachable as he appeared.

His experience as a special envoy of the Legion had completely changed his character as a New Canaanite. He could never shake off the habits and personality left over from his time as a special envoy.

He tried his best to suppress the anger he felt when the burning pitch burned him, and the anger he felt when the New Canaanites were targeted.

Given the right moment, the ruthless Joshua would break free from the bandages and reveal his true demonic form.

But even so, his desire to protect the indigenous people of these tribes is not false, and he will do anything to protect the people here.

To this end, he has retrained his Dead Horse Tribe, which was originally ready to join the Legion, but Joshua later brought them back to the canyon.

"If we hadn't come, you would probably have started an argument with that New Canaanite named Daniel. I can guess that you advocate using battle to wipe out the invading White-legged Tribe, while Daniel advocates avoiding them and only carrying out necessary counterattacks on the spot. He probably thinks that just avoiding the White-legged Tribe is enough." The postman continued to talk.

"Well, you guessed right. Daniel was a little... too presumptuous. Destroying the White Legs is our only option for survival here." Joshua's eyes fell on the note. After a long moment, he spoke. "So, Postman, what will it cost me to save my people? What must I do to repay you?"

"I haven't thought about it yet. Anyway, let's get you on the chariot first. Don't worry, I won't let you do anything dangerous. Oh, do you have any objection to letting you deal with the people in the legion?" The postman said provocatively.

"They killed my family, so I will kill them too. If that's all, I can accept this contract," Joshua responded calmly.

"Then it's settled," the postman dusted himself off. "You go talk to Daniel and tell him the good news. We'll go out hunting, catch a tongue or something, and let that shadow follow us. Don't worry, with us here, the White Legs won't dare to touch him."

The postman said this, pumping her fists in the air. Looking at her right hand, made of pure metal, Joshua nodded in conviction.

"If the shadow of the steel beast is reflected in the stream under the sunlight the next morning, Joshua Graham will give his friendship to you." Joshua responded to the postman's words in a serious tone.

The entire Dead Horse tribe erupted in agitation. Joshua left his cave, and the Dead Horse warriors scouted in all directions. These trained natives were far more strategic, intelligent, and powerful than the brutal White Legs.

South of Zion, beyond New Vegas and the entire Mojave Desert, Thomson, with a team of several humanoids and two modified stealth helicopters, was ready to take off.

194 The Fall of the White Leg Tribe

"By the rivers of Babylon we sat down, and we wept when we remembered Zion."

"Remember, my lord, what the son of Anton said in the day of Jerissam: 'Destroy, destroy, even the foundation!'"

"Daughter of Babylon, completely destroyed. She should rejoice that she served us. She should rejoice over the little creature that rebelled against the rock."

As the first rays of morning sun shone into the canyon, the roar of propellers could be heard from afar. Two huge stealth helicopters removed their optical camouflage, casting huge shadows on the East Colorado River.

Joshua was standing at a bird's-eye view point on a nearby mountain. When the two steel behemoths revealed their true forms, even he, who was well-informed, was amazed.

"Oh~ you are here." Postman No. 6 climbed here from the nearby mountain wall. She used her hands and feet, grabbed the rough and protruding parts of the mountain wall, and climbed directly up from the cliff.

"Do you know what this means?" Joshua turned his head and looked at the postman climbing up from the bottom of the mountain wall.

"It sounds like a bunch of religious metaphors. This is why I don't like religion, it's so pretentious and stilted. But what you mean is that you want to kill all these white-legged tribes?" The postman commented bluntly.

"My people were not only driven from New Canaan by the White Legs, but those who didn't run fast enough were caught up and killed one by one. The elderly, the sick, the children, and those who rescued the wounded all met the same fate at the hands of the White Legs. Now, the White Legs will taste the bitter fruit of their crimes..."

"They will. No one from the White Legs tribe will leave here alive. Have you finished discussing this with Daniel? These people may not be able to tell the difference between the natives when they fight." Postman No. 6 reminded.

"I have already informed them, and he has gathered his men. The people from the Sorrowful Tribe and the Dead Horse Tribe will stay in the city," said Joshua.

"I really don't know how you convinced that Daniel. Didn't he draw a map and try to leave here?" the postman asked jokingly.

"Daniel simply doesn't want to initiate a conflict with the White Legs. In his opinion, actively fighting the White Legs is different from repelling an invading enemy. Daniel believes that an offensive will inevitably change the mindset of the Sorrowful Tribe. If the tribe loses itself in battle, they will forget how to survive and turn to plundering and killing innocent people. But if anyone can eliminate the White Legs, he's happy to cooperate."

Joshua looked at the large helicopter hovering in the air, and the tactical humanoids wearing advanced power suits on it.

He watched as the two helicopters flew toward a nearby hilltop, their cannons slung beneath their noses blasting the brush below. The White Legs natives hiding within were instantly pulverized.

The humanoids leaped from the hovering helicopter and began clearing the valley. Thomson, along with several humanoids and their corresponding puppets, spread out across the mountainous area.

Considering that this is a mountainous area with dense vegetation, the use of laser weapons could ignite the forest. Therefore, the humanoids do not carry laser guns, but instead use conventional submachine guns for combat.

Even though both sides in the battle were using kinetic submachine guns, the submachine guns used by the humanoids were far more powerful and had a much greater range than those used by the natives of the White Legs Tribe. After all, in terms of craftsmanship, the weapons produced by the Griffin Base were much better than those these natives had obtained from warehouses hundreds of years ago.

Amidst the roar of helicopters and gunfire, one could faintly hear miserable wails—under the firepower of helicopters and humanoids, few could survive being hit by bullets. More often than not, their hearts and heads were shattered by the precise shots.

"Daniel believed that if we left, if the Sorrowful Tribe left, then the White Legs would stop this. But he had no idea what kind of people they were. God had told Moses that the descendants of Cain were not welcome in Zion. The White Legs were just that kind of people. There was no hope, no redemption."

Joshua looked indifferently at the flickering flames among the mountains and the machine gun bullets fired from the helicopters above his head.

The sounds of short exchanges of fire echoed from the mountains and woods. The advanced power suits and physiques worn by the humanoids were enough to withstand any small-caliber weapon. Only the natives armed with anti-material rifles could barely hurt the humanoids.

However, these White Leg Tribe warriors armed with anti-material weapons are very rare, and they lack perfect tactical skills. Often, when they are still relying on experience to prepare for an ambush, they are directly blown up by helicopters hovering in the sky.

After learning that it was a mopping-up operation, Thompson's team directly let the puppets carry MDL grenade launchers and a large number of grenades, so that the natives here could feel what firepower coverage was.

Originally, Sun Yang wanted them to carry howitzers and machine guns into battle, but it was too difficult for the humanoids to move around in the mountains with those things, and even climbing was difficult, so the plan was eventually abandoned.

Since early morning, the sound of gunfire in the mountains had never been heard before. These humanoids moved swiftly, slaughtering the indigenous people, whose technology and military were thousands of years behind them, in a one-sided massacre.

Fortunately, Sun Yang explained to the Thompson team how inhumane the White Legs tribe was and how they had committed various crimes before they arrived. Otherwise, allowing the humanoids to attack these indigenous tribes might have had a negative impact on morale.

Although the humanoids' brain structures were different from humans' and they were already veterans of countless battles, it was always a good thing to have less psychological burden.

There were no more people from the Sorrowful Tribe or the Dead Horse Tribe here. The entrances to both tribes were decorated with unique and complex icons symbolizing friendly forces. When the humanoids saw those icons, they would identify them as friendly forces and move in other directions to conduct search and cleanup operations.

"It's only a matter of time before the White Legs are defeated. Joshua, tell me about yourself? Tell me about you and Caesar." The postman sat down on the spot, took out two bottles of beer from her backpack and handed them to Joshua who was standing and watching.

"You are from NCR. If any of your relatives died in the Legion, I sincerely apologize. I hope that after listening to my story, you will not pick up a bottle and smash my head." Joshua also sat down and unscrewed a bottle of beer.

Joshua was born in Ogden, more commonly known as New Canaan, and when he became a young man, like other New Canaanites, he went out into the world and began preaching.

He traveled south along Highway 15 into Arizona, where he encountered two men who claimed to be from a group called the Followers of the Apocalypse.

Edward Salo and Bill Calhoun, they were going to teach the tribe. Calhoun was a good man, but Edward made their journey full of trouble.

"Is one of them Caesar?" The postman took a sip of wine.

"He wasn't at that time. He was just Edward. We thought we could hike into the Grand Canyon and talk to the Blackfoot people." Joshua looked at the continuous gunfire in the distance and fell into memories.

The rest of the story was known to the postman. The Blackfoot captured the group of followers, and Caesar successfully became the leader of the tribe.

"That doesn't sound like it has anything to do with your role as an envoy. Tell me, how did you become known as the Emissary of Hell in the NCR, and the feared envoy of Governor Malpass?"

"The path of an envoy is a path to hell, Ed—oh, no, he was already Caesar by then. At first, he needed me to translate for him. Gradually, translating became issuing orders, and issuing orders became commanding battles. Commanding battles meant training, punishing, and intimidating. Thus began a series of deadly sins before I stepped into the abyss."

Joshua touched his arms, the burning pain still affecting his spirit.

"I stayed there until after the Battle of Hoover Dam. Because I had brought defeat upon Caesar, he threw me alive into the fire, and then I was thrown into the Grand Canyon."

"I survived because the fire within me was stronger than the fire that burned within me. Though I fell into the abyss of the canyon, the flames within me grew stronger. When I woke the next morning, I climbed the north cliffs of the Grand Canyon. It was a cursed land, and it took me three months to reach New Canaan."

"I felt like a wanderer who had finally come home. They welcomed me like I had never left and had never done anything to be ashamed of."

"And what keeps me alive amidst the flames is love. Their love. God's love. I swear I will spend my life repaying their selflessness towards me. Postman, this is why I promised you. This is what I have to do. They died because of me, and I must avenge them, no matter what the method, no matter what I have to sacrifice, it's worth it."

Joshua finished his beer as the helicopter hovered over a nearby hill. After clearing the area, the figures used their jetpacks and grabbed the helicopter's lanyards to head to their next location.

The heavy helicopter immediately flew in another direction.

"So, those bandages of yours...are you in pain? Do you need help?" The postman frowned. She finally realized that Joshua's injuries weren't limited to his hands and head. His entire body had been in flames, and he had been moving without medical care for three full months. His survival was a miracle.

"Thank you for your offer, but no. I don't need the potion. I long ago learned to be immune to the effects of pain. My skin feels like it's constantly burning, and I have to peel these bandages off and replace them with new ones every day."

“When my skin is exposed to the air, I feel like I’ve been reborn. But now, staying clean and pure is more important than living comfortably.”

Joshua Mosuo held his bandaged arm and slowly exhaled.

"That's it. Well, I'm going to join the battle too. Joshua, just stay here and don't let your men move around." The postman was a person who couldn't sit still. She picked up her weapon and prepared to join the battle.

"May God bless you." Although Joshua knew that the postman was not a believer, he still sincerely blessed the postman.

195 Joshua was kidnapped by us~

No matter how the White Leg Tribe warriors choose to respond, the outcome will not change.

The natives armed with Thompson submachine guns and 9mm submachine guns were easily defeated by the more powerful humanoid troops. Whether they chose to fight tenaciously, surrender, or cry for mercy, it was meaningless.

The tactical dolls have long understood that the word "mercy" can only be easily uttered by the strongest people in the world.

Joshua watched helplessly as the indigenous leader, known as "Salt in the Wounds," was dragged out of the cave by Griffin Oasis's warriors. The postman followed behind, his gun pointed at Salt in the Wounds' head.

Salt on the Wound tried to counterattack with the Power Fist in his hand, but his arm was stomped to the ground by the swift-eyed and swift-footed Postman the next second. Seeing this, a nearby humanoid reached out and unceremoniously broke Salt on the Wound's arm.

Broken bones pierced muscles and skin, and the humanoid threw the screaming native to the ground. After confirming his face, it shot him in the head, leaving several bloody holes.

After seeing these White Legs warriors being swiftly eliminated and Salt in the Wounds also dying from the guns, Joshua finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"No matter what, postman, I want to thank you for your help and thank God for his favor. Thank him for sending you here, bringing a warrior like an excommunicated angel. From now on, the White Legs will never again disturb Zion."

He sat on the cliff, muttering to himself as the sky gradually darkened. The warriors had fought bravely all day, yet showed no signs of fatigue. As humans, their physical abilities far surpassed those of ordinary humans.

"It's time to go find Daniel. Tomorrow is almost here, and there's a lot to do..."

Thus ended the conflict between the New Canaanites and the White Legs. The intervention of the Postman had tipped the scales, upsetting the balance of power between the two sides.

The White Legs' attack on Zion was thwarted, and their leader was killed. The White Legs' strength was greatly reduced, and the remaining tribesmen were hesitant about whether to continue the attack. But their nightmare had just begun.

When they tracked down Colorado, they suddenly found that everything was not as simple as they thought. Two helicopters and a full load of elite troops launched a ruthless hunt for them.

Even if some of them managed to survive the stealth helicopters' attacks, they would be powerless to return to the Great Salt Lake. Lacking supplies, they were unable to inflict any damage on the hunters. And those who hunted them possessed combat power and endurance unmatched by humans.

After the White Legs were wiped out, the humanoids kept their promise and flew the helicopter further north to Salt Lake City, ensuring that no one from the White Legs survived.

There, all the natives who painted their legs with white paint were shot, and even other tribes around who wanted to take advantage of the situation were affected.

Perhaps hatred only breeds hatred, but the person who breaks the chains of hatred does not necessarily have to be oneself. When all those who bear the grudge disappear, there will be no so-called cycle of revenge.

The Sorrowful Tribe and the Dead Horse Tribe believed that the two roaring helicopters and the human figures jumping out of them were guardian angels sent by Heavenly Father and God.

When they are attacked, Heavenly Father’s guardian angel will appear from the sky on a flying metal chariot and launch a merciless attack on the enemy to protect them.

After the helicopter evacuation, the Sorrowful Tribe and the Dead Horse Tribe reunited. Together with the Postman Team and Joshua, they held a huge banquet to celebrate the occasion. The Sorrowful Tribe and the Dead Horse Tribe no longer wanted to leave the canyon, because it was truly protected by Heavenly Father.

After inflicting heavy damage on the White Legs, Joshua led the Sorrowful and Dead Horse tribes to care for their injured companions and bring those who had previously left for refuge back to the canyon to resettle them. They burned the bodies of their enemies and vowed to restore the canyon to its original state.

As the bodies were cremated, Joshua, who had been scowling all this time, finally relaxed and smiled knowingly. He no longer displayed the cruelty and brutality for which he was known. His inner demons, if not yet gone, were at least...pacified.

Another New Canaanite, Daniel dedicated his life to assisting and overseeing the growth and spiritual needs of the Sorrowful Tribe. When Joshua asked him to protect the Dead Horse Tribe for a few years, this idealistic man agreed without hesitation.

Perhaps the Dead Horse Tribe and the Sorrowful Tribe would gradually interact and merge, or perhaps they would have other conflicts. But that was Daniel's concern.

Joshua waved goodbye to his people and followed the postman, slowly leaving the mountainous Grand Canyon, Zion. Although he had tried not to get involved in the Mojave disputes, the disputes would find him sooner or later.

The stories of the past are like piled shadows. No matter how you try to escape or hide, they will eventually catch up with you and wake you up from your dreams.

Carrying all this, Postman No. 6 stepped out of the clouds of history and returned to the stormy Mojave Wasteland.

......

Of course, Sun Yang wouldn't let the postman walk back. The third helicopter was already on its way. When the postman team left Zion far away, Ariana gave the coordinates on a nearby mountaintop.

Soon, a huge helicopter of the same model landed on the top of the mountain, and this helicopter comfortably sent the postman team out of Zion.