I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

We can't always rely on external forces. No matter how many T-dolls you have, they can't help the entire Boston community, right? We still need to rely on knowledgeable and reliable doctors. Boston has scientists and doctors, and if things don't work out, there's the Brotherhood of Steel. I've told the people here about the Brotherhood of Steel in Washington. At worst, we can form an alliance with them.

The postman took Ariana around to see if there were any problems, and asked the residents if they had encountered any difficulties recently.

"You'd rather trust the Brotherhood of Steel in the East? They're certainly a good bunch. Our Griffin Oasis base or the NCR are both good options, right?" Ariana recalled the operational information she'd read. It felt like a group of followers of the Apocalypse with enhanced combat capabilities. It felt a bit unreal.

"That's not the case, Ariana. Sooner or later, you'll leave this world after you take the things. After all, you won't continue to provide medical care to the wastelanders unconditionally, right? Ultimately, they have to rely on themselves. Besides, the Brotherhood of Steel still needs to survive and thrive in this world; they have nowhere else to go." The Postman felt his response was a bit too blunt.

"I'm surprised you've actually thought about these things. I thought you had no such thoughts in your head. I underestimated you, Postman," Ariana complained.

"Are you calling me stupid?!" the postman jumped up and down. A few passing volunteer soldiers gave them a puzzled look.

"Come to think of it, someone once said that Knight and I are a bit similar. We're both Americans, we've both experienced war, we've both been sealed off for many years, and we've both traveled through the wasteland... So now that you think of it, Knight and I are a bit similar." Ariana said, looking at the sky.

"I'm sure it's not like that at all. He was able to pull together a team from scratch in a short period of time. He can also teach, farm, decompose, recycle and recreate all kinds of things. Can you do that? Ariana, please stop flattering yourself, okay?" The postman couldn't help but say something sarcastic.

"I once had a team... and led it for a long time... but... forget it. Compared to all this, you... seem to be speaking up for Knight. I've seen situations like yours. Humans will always protect the ones they love." Ariana tilted her head and nodded.

The face beneath the courier's helmet froze for a moment.

"You don't really think so, do you?" The postman said, a little nervously. "I admit he's quite capable and excellent, but you have to understand, Knight only lost his wife a month ago, okay? I'm a good postman who respects Knight's pre-war moral values. I'm not the kind of person who takes advantage of others in distress. Otherwise, I respect him, but now I have to test his ability to see if he can do it."

"Okay, okay, you're right... Oh, by the way, postman. Although you said you didn't need those branches--" Ariana's mouth was suddenly covered by the postman.

Wait, did she wipe her hands instead of washing them after wiping her butt?! Ariana realized this with horror and quickly pulled the postman's hand away with all her strength.

"Can you please stop talking so loudly?" the postman complained.

"Don't cover someone's mouth if you haven't washed your hands!" Now it was Ariana's turn to fly into a rage, attracting the attention of the surrounding volunteers.

However, after hearing that the postman hadn't washed his hands after using the restroom and had covered someone's mouth, the people around him showed a very subtle expression. It was probably an expression that was awkward but polite, and a little bit overwhelming.

"Shh...if you get any louder, everyone in the camp will know." The postman looked at his hands, took off his helmet and sniffed them. "What do you mean you didn't wash them? The toilet has been connected to the faucet for a long time. How could I not wash my hands? And I wiped them, they don't smell. You, don't talk nonsense and ruin my reputation."

"I...I do mind it a little. After all, it's quite common here to not absorb anything after using the toilet, right?" Although Ariana knew it wouldn't affect anything, it just felt bad.

"No, Knight has already popularized basic hygiene knowledge before. And this is the main camp of the volunteers, everyone will try their best to keep it clean. What do you mind? How does it affect you?" The postman retreated tactically.

"Let me...get down to business." Ariana took out a piece of paper and wiped her mouth, then switched to private chat mode.

"I just passed on your report to the commander. Yes, that time you were quibbling about not having any thoughts about Old Popsicle. I just received new orders."

The commander will not interfere with subsequent operations, but in return, he requires the Volunteers to protect some of his oversized technological structures. In return, he will provide the Volunteers with abundant supplies. Is this acceptable? By the way, can you represent the Volunteers?] Aliana raised a brow.

"That's more like it. I promise with my excellent eloquence that things will go smoothly." The postman finally went over what he needed to do with Ariana, then walked towards the busy old popsicle.

"Hey Nate! Look what I brought! A brand new employment contract! We'll be fine soon!" said the postman as he walked into the conference tent.

294 Old Popsicle feels something is wrong

Ariana...you did it beautifully.

Sun Yang silently praised them in his heart. With the assistance of Aliana and the postman, the Volunteer Army agreed to dispatch trained militiamen to perform the guard duty.

The supplies Sun Yang provided included various meats, vegetables, and various daily necessities and medical supplies that were no longer in production. These items were sourced from the End of the Americas and Advanced Warfare worlds, and it wasn't a big deal. Sun Yang simply had the humanoids and staff pack them into several boxes, then used a rattle to bring them over.

To be on the safe side, Sun Yang did not use the Spiral Sword as a catalyst for summoning. He still used the fully enhanced Dragon Holy Bell that he had snatched from someone else.

Sun Yang still planned to wait for Strade to return from his trip and ask him to study the spiral sword carefully and use it only after making sure there was no problem.

He once again communicated with the humanoids in the base and planned which humanoids would come next - this time it was not limited to tactical humanoids, the scientific research humanoids from the Oasis would also have to come with professional equipment for field research.

It is not difficult to occupy a place, but it is not easy to study and dismantle the things inside.

***

Old Popsicle Knight had been quite busy lately. Although he was still obsessed with finding his son, Sean, he also knew that relying on the human wave of the Volunteers would be much more efficient than searching alone.

And here, he can still find something he can do.

The investigation of missing persons was assigned to a young black man named Preston Garvey.

Old Popsicle thought he was a little unreliable at first. There was no shortage of reckless young people in this wasteland, but they usually became corpses before they had time to become cautious.

But this Preston was definitely a dedicated volunteer soldier. His combat abilities were decent, and his faith and willpower were definitely reliable.

After studying with Lao Binggun for quite a long time, he was now able to lead a group of people to carry out various tasks on his own.

No matter how picky Old Popsicle was, he couldn't say anything bad about a soldier who was always thinking about liberating and protecting the people.

Just as Old Popsicle and the revitalized Quincy Volunteers were training themselves, preparing weapons, and planning to use Quincy as a base to re-establish contact with volunteers in other areas, his good friend, the mysterious postman with amazing fighting ability and eloquence, brought good news.

A mysterious scientific research force planned to recover the technical documents stored in various large scientific research buildings. This force originally wanted to hire gunmen to organize this task, but when they heard that the gunmen were suddenly killed in a short period of time, they turned to inquire about the news from the Volunteer Army.

Old Popsicle came forward to communicate with the agent of the opposing scientific research force - a little girl named Ariana. Her skin and equipment did not seem like someone who often moved around in the wasteland, but more like... someone who lived before the war.

People living in the wasteland don't have the time to take care of their skin. A local wouldn't think too much of it, but Old Popsicle always felt that there was something wrong with this girl named Ariana. He always had the feeling that this light brown-haired Ariana wasn't human.

Dyeing your hair is not a very strange thing, but it is strange that you dye your hair so well and your hair is still smooth.

But despite her doubts, Ariana was quite generous during the contract negotiation. In front of all the volunteers, she said she would pay half of the supplies upfront and the other half after the deal was done.

Where did these supplies come from? Old Popsicle finally led the team himself, bringing the postman and Preston with him.

The supply transport convoy was located more than ten kilometers south of Quincy. There was a caravan using a large number of mechanical units. These were mechanical units that Old Popsicle had never seen before. The supplies to be transported were all loaded into the machines.

The Minutemen now have a fleet of robotic units at their disposal, but those machines are all made by a self-proclaimed "Master Mechanic," and their quality is very reliable. Based on the information Old Popsicle received over the radio, she believed the Minutemen could truly help the Wastelanders, and that's why she initiated contact with the Quincy Minutemen.

Although Old Popsicle felt that everything was going too smoothly, so smoothly that it was inexplicable, there were still many people doing tough jobs in this wasteland, and there were also countless people with special skills and quirks.

As for this Mechanical Master... Old Popsicle was very familiar with the pre-war comics, Silver Shroud and Mechanical Master. Maybe she found the comics somewhere and decided to benefit Boston as the Mechanical Master.

In short, after confirming that Aliana's contract was reliable, Old Popsicle asked the volunteers to pull out the two-headed bull caravan and transport the supplies, which were divided into several boxes of large and small, back to the main base of the volunteers.

These supplies were sorted into categories and placed in different places according to the information provided on the list, which contained a mix of everything.

Old Popsicle didn't know whether to admire these people for packing up the entire supermarket warehouse, or admire the person who made the list for being an extreme perfectionist. After all, the list even seriously listed the names of many things like pesticides and other chemicals that he couldn't understand.

While the volunteers were carrying these supplies, Old Popsicle was still wondering who had sent so many new-looking supplies. He picked up a shampoo.

Why is there shampoo in the supplies? You guys really looted a supermarket, right? Knight complained in his heart, and then he found a bunch of diet foods and lipid-lowering drugs in the store.

Is this stuff really useless? Does anyone still complain about being fat? This volunteer army is barely getting enough food. Never mind, maybe the pharmacists and chemists in the army could use it.

As Old Popsicle flipped through the items, he felt something was amiss. The brands on these supplies... didn't seem to be from before the war. There wasn't a single familiar brand among all the merchandise. This was too strange.

Old Popsicle was not a man living in a cave. He had seen everything, from pre-war TV commercials to random magazines, but in the end he didn't see a single familiar brand.

Old Popsicle even took a look at the books included in the supplies. Besides some classic novels, the novels published after the 21st century seemed to feature strange stories. In these stories, people could use computers weighing only a few kilograms and carry them around. And surprisingly, these weren't science fiction.

Incidentally, he didn't recognize any of the publishers of these books. They all seemed to be published around 2055.

He was also checking the medicine and noticed that the production dates on the medicines looked like 2055 and 2056. Come on, the nuclear explosion before the war was in 2077. Did this batch of medicine have been piled up for twenty years before the war?! Will this medicine really work?

And the flags on some of the items are...so fucking weird. Why are there so many stars? Isn't our national flag twelve stars with a big star in the middle? Where did all those stars come from?

Besides, is it really possible that a warehouse of medicines would remain unattended for nearly twenty years? Although Lao Binggun thought it was possible, he still felt a little overwhelmed when he encountered such a situation.

There are so many suspicious things. Could it be that they printed this strange flag just to circumvent the copyright issue? I don't understand. I really don't understand.

Based on this information...Laobinggu could only conclude that these scientific research groups must have dug up an old world material warehouse somewhere.

Then the group sorted and packed up all the unused items in the warehouse, waiting for someone with a destiny to take them over.

It is very likely that the warehouse where these materials are stored is a warehouse that specializes in pirated and counterfeit materials. It can be foreseen that the effect of this batch of materials may not be very good.

However, although they are pirated and imitation products, it is better to have them than not. This job is a suitable business no matter how you look at it.

After investigating, Old Popsicle tried to ask Aliana about the origin of this batch of supplies.

She was in the middle of a heated discussion with the postman, both of them baring their teeth. But when Old Popsicle came over, Ariana quickly put on a calm expression.

"Well, what's the matter, Mr. Knight?" Ariana asked seriously.

"I'm just curious. You seem to have a good relationship with the postman." Knight started with the relationship.

"It's okay." Ariana said dryly.

"Well, we fought side by side on the West Coast for a long time. My relationship with her is like yours and mine. We parted ways after we finished our business on the West Coast. Recently, she somehow found out that I was with the Volunteers, so she asked around and found me." Seeing that Ariana didn't seem to want to communicate, the postman took over the conversation.

"I see. So... Ms. Aliana, I have some questions about this batch of supplies. Can I ask where these supplies came from?" Old Popsicle continued to ask Aliana.

Ariana looked a little nervous when asked.

"Yes, I bought it from the United States. The kind that didn't cost any money." Ariana said after thinking for a second.

"Can't you reveal more details? From what I see, those products don't seem to be produced before the war. Can you satisfy my little curiosity?" Old Popsicle threw a coquettish glance, trying to show his "masculine charm".

"Uh... I'm pretty sure these were produced while the war was still going on. If you have any quality issues, I can ask for a replacement. But I really don't know the product's origin. Look, do I even think I know where this thing was produced? It's not like I dug it out myself."

Aliana shrank her neck and took two steps back. "And what are you doing with those winks? Did you get boogers or sand in your eyes?"

"Oh my God, my little heart, he's so cute. I love him." The postman covered his chest through his power suit, looking intoxicated.

"Are you mentally ill? The commander said you are on the path of low charm and low intelligence, how can you be so real? Have some shame, you are so dishonest all day long." Ariana couldn't help it, she stretched her neck and kicked the postman in the butt.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? The old man didn't say anything, why are you so anxious?" The postman rubbed his butt in annoyance.

"...Actually, it's not bad. It's quite interesting." Old Popsicle was silent for a moment, probably used to the postman's chaotic personality. "If the goods are okay, I'll arrange for someone to carry out the task quickly. Do you have any plans after that? Do you need me to escort you back?"

"No need. I came here to deliver a business and then to join the postman. You know, doing a task on the way." Ariana patted the dust off the postman's pants.

"Oh? Then are you willing to--" Old Popsicle tried to start recruitment mode.

"Just think of me as the postman's assistant." Ariana refused decisively.

"Okay. Postman, you have a really rich network of people in the wasteland. This time it's all thanks to you." Old Popsicle patted the postman's shoulder.

"When you're in the world, you always have to rely on friends, old popsicle. You need more practice in interpersonal communication~" The postman put his hands on his hips with an impressive look.

"I think you really follow both your body and your heart. Your heart follows your kidneys, and your kidneys follow your heart." Ariana just complained calmly from behind.

After all these complicated negotiations, the Quincy Volunteers finally sorted out the supplies.

Although the Volunteer Army is said to be the weakest organization, it is not completely poor. Compared with those organizations that need to plunder to survive, the Volunteer Army still has a self-circulating logistics system, and there are also some scientific and medical personnel stationed there.

After examining these medicines and chemicals, the volunteer army's doctors and other scientifically savvy personnel were surprised to find that they were incredibly effective, so effective that it didn't seem like they had been unearthed two hundred years earlier.

Large quantities of antibiotics, anti-inflammatory drugs, painkillers, and various cold remedies and common illness medicines were stockpiled. The Volunteer Army's overall medical supplies increased dozens of times in one fell swoop.

After receiving a large amount of supplies, the Quincy Volunteer Base was finally no longer restricted as before. These supplies were used for camp construction and production, and the Volunteer Army expanded significantly in just a few days.

Although Lao Binggun still felt a little strange, he finally put aside his curiosity and instead reminded the volunteers who were going to carry out the mission to be careful.

Regardless of whether they were being taken advantage of or had other motives, they had to accept this batch of supplies even if it was just sugar-coated bullets.

Knight had considered asking Ariana for help in finding his son, but after some thought, he realized he simply didn't have the resources to hire her, so he simply gave up the idea.

So the volunteers began to move around in a big way, and it was very lively for a while.

At the same time, the humanoids' forces were gathering somewhat. Since they no longer needed to be stationed in scattered locations throughout the Boston area, they could now barely work in pairs to support each other.

Under the command of M4, several teams were stationed on the buildings in various blocks and on standby.

The humanoids active outside have intercepted a lot of visual intelligence recently, and the various forces in the Boston District have begun to have small-scale frictions with each other.

Small reconnaissance teams and patrols began to move outward. Isolated strongholds gradually began to communicate with each other. The entire Boston area began to communicate with each other again.

Those large scientific research buildings were well protected by experienced volunteers. Even if the volunteers couldn't hold on, Aliana and the Postman could lead the team to kill those who rushed in to cause trouble.

However, these things had little to do with Sun Yang. After hurriedly assembling an elite Iron Blood, the accompanying mechanical units and supplies, he shook out the third batch of humanoids again.

These humanoids took over the tasks of the AR team and the rebellious team, while the first two teams had to follow Sun Yang to plunder the valuable bases one by one.

The third group of humanoids headed for the designated defensive positions on foot. The people of Boston weren't fools; with the noise of so many helicopters blaring overhead, anyone could tell something was amiss.

Sun Yang and the first two teams met at the base of a wreckage of an overpass, where a drone had been deployed for reconnaissance to confirm the absence of any biological or electronic signals.

The environment at their meeting place was not very good. There were large areas of dead and cracked branches there, and just getting close to the Geiger counter would cause an attack.

After all, the first stop they expected to arrive at was the Glowing Sea in the southwest.

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296 The Gap in the Glowing Sea