I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

After entering the bunker, there is a long downward passage. The overhead lighting system has been damaged and can only provide intermittent illumination.

On both sides of the concrete wall, incomprehensible messages were still scrawled in red paint: LONESOME ROAD and: GO HOME, POSTMAN.

When the postman team opened the door at the end of the passage, everyone immediately realized that something was wrong.

The center of gravity was wrong, and the ground of the entire base tilted a lot. The impact caused by the explosion just prevented the base built in the mountains from collapsing.

The interior of the base was littered with broken wires and overturned tables and chairs. The postal team cautiously searched this floor and quickly figured out what it was used for.

"You're right. This is a missile launch platform. And it's most likely the kind of nuclear missiles the United States used to launch around the world before the war." Ariana checked the surrounding equipment. "It seems some systems went offline in the explosion. Fortunately, although the main power supply is offline, the backup power supply is still usable."

"The nearby door is locked, and this machine also needs power and instructions to restart." After checking the nearby equipment, Joshua also returned to the middle of the hall.

"I'll go check the nearby backup power supply." Aliana activated the nearby maintenance passage and went in to check the power situation.

211 Rising

It didn't take long to activate the backup power supply. Ariana's advantage as a humanoid was her ability to move freely around. She could easily pass through places humans couldn't. The risk of electric shock, fatal to humans, was of little use to her.

The mail team followed a nearby corridor to a dedicated maintenance room. This small room was filled with various energy batteries and electronic charging packs, and several welding guns were placed on rusty metal shelves.

Scattered around the room were several cylindrical metal hibernation pods. The postman had seen these before, though she'd always seen strange creatures like ghouls, cockroaches, and night owls emerging from them. But these were actually chambers specifically designed to store precision machinery.

She looked through the glass observation windows outside the cabins one by one. Most of the cabins were empty, and only one still had something in it.

"EDE? Oh no, not our EDE." Cas wiped the fog off the glass and looked into the hibernation chamber.

"This eyeball robot was a multi-purpose repair machine used to maintain the base before the war," Ariana tapped on a nearby terminal for a moment. "I've woken it up. Let's have it show us a way."

"I have a feeling this machine was placed here by Ulysses. After he was done using it, he sent the eyeball robot here for maintenance. After all, pre-war technology was still scarce." The postman complained.

The hatch slowly opened, and a cold mist blew out. A uniquely shaped eyeball robot floated out. Atop its head was a modified small radar for receiving and transmitting signals, and beneath it was an electromagnetic gun capable of overclocking and restarting the device.

After the machine came out, it started playing a burst of passionate music, but it soon stopped.

After operating the terminal, Ariana glared at the EDE, and EDE turned to Ariana, and the two glared at each other for several seconds.

"Is this, exchanging data?" The postman felt that the scene was too weird.

"They are like this when there is no need to talk."

"EDE doesn't have a voice module or corresponding coding, but it has been given some intelligence by the developers. Its communication ability is similar to the handy robot produced by General Atomics." Ariana said after glaring.

"Hearing you say such comments about other robots, I feel quite complicated." The postman touched his chin, and the eyeball robot immediately made a chirping sound of electricity.

“Humans also judge their fellow chimpanzees, apes, and I guess it’s no different,” Ariana said.

"Ah, I was just saying it casually. I don't really want to discuss with you the philosophical point of view of whether robots are human or not. What does this eyeball robot want to convey?" The postman couldn't stand these conversations that required a lot of intellectual power.

"There must be a very advanced industrial production facility in this launch silo, used to scan and replicate this eyeball robot. Then, it said that it is not the EDE you know, but it expressed its desire to work with me in this place." Ariana translated the beeping of the eyeball robot.

"It feels like encountering a good thing on the road for no reason is not a good thing. Could this EDE be a trap left by Ulysses..."

"No, the eyeball robot doesn't have enough intelligence to judge the situation based on the current situation. I've scanned the internal information of this machine, and most of it is voice messages left by its developers. In addition, this prototype EDE does have the ability to decipher the electronic security permissions of local equipment."

"It's great to have an Ariana at home, it's like having a treasure. You are the one who takes care of the high-tech things." The postman complained.

The EDE sent another string of messages to Ariana.

"A panel with a dish-shaped receiver installed will be needed, which can be used directly on the console in the main room outside. My hacking program requires a specialized code converter to be used on these pre-war military bases... I have uploaded the relevant technical details of EDE, Commander."

"Got it, but this eyeball robot should be the communication device that Ulysses specially left here for us? Can we find any records in it?" Sun Yang asked.

"I can't find any more information, but I can find a lot of deleted and added records. However, this prototype probably can't restore these records. This is a technical difficulty." Ariana patted the metal shell of the EDE.

"Careful guys. Let's go. This eyeball robot should be able to get out of this damn place. I don't like walking through a pre-war military base that could collapse at any time. To be honest, it reminds me of the horror stories my family told me about the Enclave."

"You've taken us to climb caves that could collapse at any time and were full of large mutant scorpions. Oh, I remember it very clearly. You took us to a cave on the top of the mountain, and it was full of fucking Death Claws. If I hadn't brought enough bombs and your weapons were not powerful enough, we would all have died there!" Cass retorted with a curse.

"Adventures always come with risks. Without adventures and risks, how can people grow..." The postman grumbled. Meanwhile, the EDE skillfully reached the control panel and gave it a snort.

With a flash of electricity, the encrypted explosion-proof door terminal was easily restarted. As the terminal started up, the power to the building began to work again.

The overhead lights flickered on, and on the other side of the terminal, a handle popped out from the heavy metal table. EDE beeped a few more times nearby.

"Press the handle to restore the power. Got it." Ariana pulled the handle down without hesitation.

The missile silo's power was re-introduced into this ancient, stately pre-war building. Thousands of kilograms of blast-proof armor plating slowly rose before the Postman Squad and Sun Yang. A slender, massive Old World Destroyer stood at its center, a nuclear missile painted with the American flag perched upright within.

Several eyeball robots were surrounding the missile, carrying out maintenance work. Next to the missile silo, one could see a relatively intact metal staircase surrounding it, clinging to the silo wall and seemingly leading all the way down.

With the restoration of power, the previously locked isolation gates around the area could be opened normally. When exiting through the gates, several damaged eyeball robots were seen lying on the ground due to insufficient power or aging hardware.

Beep, beep, beep. Another sound came from EDE.

"Well, upgrade module, right? I understand, everyone. The power here has been restored, but the security facilities on the lower floor have also been activated. We may have to fight our way out." Ariana installed the module into a slot on the back of the EDE as if talking to herself.

"Oh? I just want to warm up. What kind of enemies are they?" The postman was happy now. Apart from anything else, everyone in the postman team either liked fighting or was familiar with fighting.

When it comes to decryption, I'm timid, but when it comes to fighting, I'll punch hard.

"The military's Iron Guards, according to the data provided by EDE. These three-legged robots can fire direct-fire howitzers and 5mm machine guns, and there are smoke throwers and missile launchers on the back. These parameters and data are retained in EDE's information, and I will share them with you." Aliana sent all this information to the group.

"That's it. Ariana, I need you to keep relatively complete samples, or even better, hack them directly. Postman team, this matter is left to you." Sun Yang suddenly showed a satisfied smile.

"Huh? Are you kidding? You want a complete sample?" The postman was shocked when he saw the parameters of these iron lumps from his terminal.

"There's a howitzer on the right and a heavy machine gun on the left. The armor is thicker than the Brotherhood of Steel's power armor, and the weakness is all in the power supply position at the back. Boss, can you be more practical? I might consider leaving this thing intact in an open area." The postman felt that his boss was a little out of his mind.

"Not really. These Iron Guards aren't equipped with explosives. The people here before the war wouldn't be stupid enough to let robots use grenades in indoor combat. The steel they're made of has been in disrepair for a long time." In comparison, Ariana was much calmer.

"My request remains unchanged, Ariana, Postman No. 6, if you need weapons and equipment, just tell me. I chose to follow you because I was worried that there would be enemies you couldn't defeat. Try your best to ensure the integrity of the wreckage." Sun Yang raised his eyebrows. I can't give you so much equipment and ask you to just kill some miscellaneous soldiers, right?

"Then I'll try my best to leave you with a headless wreckage. Let's go!" The postman waved his hand, led his team and EDE into a nearby room, and then walked up the stairs.

Of course they couldn't go downstairs, because downstairs was the rocket launch base. According to the silo structure diagram provided by EDE, they couldn't leave the base.

Considering the risk of infiltration and attack, this base did not have any additional passages. If the postal team wanted to leave here, they could only choose to exit through the passage above.

The postal team soon ran into the iron guards who had been restarted due to the power connection. Thanks to the detection ability of the Aliana people, the postal team discovered these clumsy steel guards on the other side of the wall in advance.

But this only gave the Postman Squad an opportunity for a surprise attack. Ariana was surprised to find that these Iron Guards had not been properly maintained for a long time, and their friend-or-foe identification modules had been damaged. Now, they would destroy everything except the Iron Guards' own signals.

Even eyeball robots like EDE were not spared. The intense firepower made it impossible for them to rush in and overload and restart the machines.

These heavy combat units, wrapped in thick metal, have extremely fierce firepower. Even after hundreds of years, the machine guns mounted on them can still fire deadly bullets.

When designing and manufacturing this machine, the designers had already considered the possibility that it would be destroyed by enemy technical means.

These Iron Guards are not afraid of EMP grenades. They have taken protective measures long ago, and these measures are still effective today.

But the Postman just calmly directed the other team members to conduct blind fire from behind the bunkers and walls to suppress the Iron Guards' shooting.

The Iron Guard could ignore ordinary live ammunition attacks, its AI not being smart enough to consider them, but the plasma pistol's slurry still easily destroyed its outer armor. Just as the Iron Guard's internal structure was being corroded by the plasma, the Postman suddenly thrust his head forward and blasted the enemy's head, which housed the integrated eyepiece and identification system, into pieces. But behind the wreckage, more Iron Guards arrived to provide support.

"Damn it. Before we win, we will definitely be blocked by these debris." The postman team quickly fired a few shots,

"Damn it, the IFF modules on these Iron Guards can't be modified remotely. I'm going to try sneaking in and short-circuiting them at close range."

Ariana first asked her teammates to prepare their weapons, and she turned on the invisible and prepared to sneak to the back of the iron guard. But as soon as she came out of the cover, the iron guard turned his head and pointed the muzzle of his gun at Ariana and opened fire.

Aliana's stance shield was thrown out, blocking all the firepower.

"I guess they can detect the signal. These old Americans are so thoughtful, so thoughtful that it makes me sick!" The postman cursed while pulling up his teammates around him.

"I can't bear it anymore! If we stay here, we will just wait for death. I will lead the charge! The firepower of these guys can't penetrate our armor. Charge, charge, charge!" Postman No. 6 used her amazing fighting talent and physical performance. She led the team to break through continuously and killed all the iron guards who blocked the way.

Fortunately, the facility didn't hold that many Iron Guards. There were only about a dozen still functioning Iron Guards, some of which had been completely damaged by the passage of time, while others had been lost in the fight against local invaders.

The postman led the others upwards, preparing to leave. She immediately spotted the remains of the Iron Guards lying on the ground. They appeared to have been struck head-on by missiles or grenades. Their chest plates were severely dented, and the surrounding joints were twisted and deformed from the impact of the explosion. But using a bazooka indoors? That was too dangerous.

The tables in the room were in a mess and the notes were scattered on the floor. These were all caused by the shock wave generated by the explosion affecting the surrounding environment, causing the tables and chairs to fly away. This can also be proved through these environmental observations.

Has anyone in this room ever used a missile to strike a target at close range? Are they crazy?

When the postman looked outside again, he understood what was happening. There lay a bloody corpse of a ghoul, its skin red and not quite human.

But this red skin is actually caused by the ghouls' lack of metabolic ability. The endless storms in the Great Rift Valley blow the ghouls' skin dry and cracked little by little.

Their cracked skin couldn't withstand the local storms. The radiation healed the ghouls' wounds, but the storm stripped everyone of their skin.

When the fierce local storm tore the skin of these zombies apart bit by bit and melted it into the dust, only the red bodies of these zombies in the Great Rift Valley were left.

212 Analysis of the Current Situation

"It seems there was a big battle here." The postman lowered his plasma pistol. They had fought their way to the top floor and figured out what these strange red-skinned humans were.

"They are just conventional zombies, with festering and sticky skin. It's just that the storms here in the Great Rift Valley scraped a layer of sand on their faces. After their skin was scraped clean, the deep red tissue underneath the skin was repeatedly destroyed and grown, gradually becoming tough, and finally becoming like this." Joshua said with certainty as he looked through the crimson corpses.

"Are you studying medicine?" Cass asked doubtfully.

"I'm not, but my skin was burned. In order to protect myself, I have to read all the relevant knowledge. I have seen this situation in books, but it's not this exaggerated." Joshua stated the reason frankly.

"These ghouls are well-equipped. Large-caliber submachine guns, large-caliber rifles, huh? And this one's loaded with armor-piercing bullets? Not many people in the wasteland can use this stuff. Hey, there's also a rocket launcher? And the clothes they are wearing..."

"They are the elite troops of Caesar's Legion. I know them. It seems that after I was thrown into the fire, the newly appointed envoy finally discovered this Garden of Eden. These elite personnel are all equipped with powerful weapons from the Old World." Joshua recognized the clothes of these people at a glance.

"Can the Legion penetrate into this place? After the first Battle of Hoover Dam, didn't the Legion retreat to the east side of the dam and retreat?" The postman tilted his head.

"How is it impossible? The Mojave is infiltrated like a sieve. Where do you think the Legion guerrillas who are looking for trouble with you came from? Did they grow out of the ground? You should have killed a reconnaissance captain named Wolpus. After Ulysses left Caesar's Legion, he was the best scout - but he was much worse than Ulysses." Joshua shrugged.

"That guy wearing a dog-head hat, a pair of glasses on his face, and speaking extremely arrogantly? Okay, I admit that Caesar's Legion's infiltration ability is indeed very strong. Oh~ The other batch is wearing the uniforms of the NCR elite forces. These people were originally guarding the two-headed cow farm. I don't know what the point of throwing so many people on the farm is. Is it fun to hold a bunch of plasma weapons and watch the cows eating grass in a daze?" The postman put the corpse down. She didn't touch the weapons of these people, but just asked them to stay where they were.

"Then the current situation is easy to understand. A conflict must have broken out here between the NCR and Caesar's Legion. On one side were the elite NCR forces, and on the other were the Legion's elite infiltration teams. Neither side was to be trifled with. During this conflict, the nuclear bomb buried beneath exploded, destroying this area, and the Great Divide became the Great Rift Valley."

"And this battle should be because the zombies wanted to leave here, but triggered the alarm and had to fight these Iron Guards, right? Although they are all elite troops, their death rate is very high when facing the Iron Guards." Cass said.

"So, what does Ulysses have to do with this place? He regards this place as his new home? But what does this have to do with me? I'm just a postman. Logically speaking, I can be considered a great contributor to the establishment of this place. Is this guy mentally ill?" The postman scratched his head, puzzled.

Solving one puzzle only created more. The postman's not-so-bright mind was a bit stuck.

"No matter what, Ulysses knows everything. There are many people who can be called protagonists in this Mojave Desert—Postman No. 6, Joshua Graham, Caesar, House, Benny, and of course, Ulysses."

As Sun Yang spoke, he slowly walked up from below. He touched the wreckage of one of the Iron Guards, and in the blink of an eye, the Iron Guard disappeared into thin air.

"You? What did you do?" The three members of the postman team were obviously shocked, and only Ariana looked at Sun Yang in confusion.

"Commander, shouldn't this ability be kept secret?" Aliana asked over the comms channel.

"I'm testing the teleportation technology in the mountains to avoid any adverse reactions when used later, which would cause people to lose limbs after passing through." Sun Yang made up a reason.

"Ha... You mean that place built in a mountain pit, full of nuclear waste and garbage? I think it's clearly a garbage dump. Fine, fine, you can teleport however you want. Just make sure it's not some supernatural event." The postman checked his plasma weapon and complained weakly.

She had become numb to all the high-tech gadgets Sun Yang had conjured up. Power suits and teleportation technology were beyond her imagination. Not to mention the erratic robot beside her. If she hadn't been able to remotely hack into the machine and break the Iron Guard's weapon with her bare hands, the Postman wouldn't have believed it.

Sun Yang shrugged and followed the postal team through the corridors filled with the remains of Iron Guards and crimson corpses, collecting the machines as he walked.

The battle was very intense just now. If he rushed forward rashly, it would only cause trouble for these people. Moreover, he could take out a bottle of Holy Bell Milk and use advanced medical technology to fight. Throwing a lightning gun casually probably wouldn't give these people any brain space.

After all, in this world, radiation sickness can be alleviated with anti-radiation drugs and radiation-removing agents, and wounds can be quickly repaired with medical needles. Even if there are some bizarre medical technologies, the locals won't be particularly surprised. After all, their own medical capabilities are outstanding.

After much deliberation, Sun Yang finally followed his heart and touched it. Although he was a little worried about whether the Postman Team could win, at least Aliana was there, so at least there wouldn't be a situation where several people died after the battle.

While the fight was going on fiercely upstairs, Sun Yang was slowly moving up from the downstairs. He had just sent out a bunch of maintenance drones to invade all the mass-produced eyeball robots that were still operating nearby, and transferred the authority to Griffin.

Sun Yang had no other intentions; he just wanted to get some nuclear weapons. This silo was already nearly broken, and leaving this nuclear missile here would be a disaster. Rather than leaving it here and not knowing when it might explode or launch by mistake, it would be better to move it to a safer place, like Griffin Base.

At least there, the humanoids could dig a big hole to bury the thing, or just blow it up in the wild. The KENSHI world is pretty desolate anyway.

Griffin's drones and eyeball robots quickly began to perform maintenance and cutting work around the nuclear missile. After all, missile propellant and explosives would deteriorate if not used for a long time, and they had to be replaced.

The eyeball robot also takes on the task of replacing propellant and other components.

The disassembly and reloading work progressed very quickly. Before the battle was over, Sun Yang had already removed all the parts that might cause an explosion, and then transferred these dangerous parts to the oasis transmission area.

He followed the clues and found the warehouse inside the base, and asked the drone to move all these things out.

The postman squad in front fought the Iron Guards to the death, while Sun Yang in the back was picking up old-time trash in various ways. Anyway, if he gave these things to others, they would be used to blow people up, so he might as well collect them all in his own hands.

As for these iron guards, Sun Yang immediately realized their value when he saw them.

The Iron-Blooded T-dolls in the base are currently being used as elite T-dolls. Since Sun Yang does not intend to build those crudely made puppets, he has been looking for suitable replacements.

Now is the perfect time to give yourself a pillow when you feel sleepy. These Iron Guards are excellent in terms of firepower, armor and endurance.

Unlike the Iron Guards that appeared in Fallout 4, after a brief inspection of these Iron Guards and extracting information from the database of research robots, Oasis found that they did not have such serious heat dissipation and overheating problems.

Although hours of combat in tropical environments will inevitably cause the engines to overheat, these Iron Guards are still very reliable in normal temperature environments.

After the war, these devices became very prone to overheating. It is very likely that these things have been left unmaintained for two hundred years. Even if the things in the Fallout world are big, black, and durable, we should be thankful if they can still work without falling apart after two hundred years.

The materials used to manufacture these things were not newly processed steel plates, but steel recycled from the wasteland. The quality of these hand-made machines could not compare to the iron guards produced on the assembly line before the war.