I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

AN94 ran over to check the wreckage of the Raider that was shot through the chest.

The biometric software has been modified. This machine is programmed to attack any mechanical unit it sees. It was a crude, crude modification. AN94 took a deep breath.

"How terrifying! It's a good thing this room doesn't have a nuclear warhead. Otherwise, everyone would have died here. Commander, we've located and apprehended a human suspected of being an Atomist and a Raider. The Raider launched a surprise attack and has been destroyed. The human has also been injured and apprehended." AK12 informed Sun Yang of the current situation.

[Interrogate him for information here.] On the other side, Sun Yang hurriedly transferred boxes of nuclear bombs to the main base.

[Roger that.] AK12 replied, then smiled at the human, unable to move due to his shattered limbs.

"We don't have much time, so we have to finish this quickly. Tell me, what are you doing here? How did this machine come into your hands?" AK12 picked up the human and placed him against the wall.

"......" The human tried hard to spit, but AK12 restrained his strength and slapped him several times, then pulled out his rotten teeth very slowly. When he pulled out the third tooth, he finally confessed.

According to the man, who was mumbling in pain, there was a small village of atomic believers in the glowing sea. He was a member of this village. A while ago, he suddenly received a warning from heaven and was ordered to search for the gift of the god of atoms.

Upon arriving at the base, he found the Raider and a corpse at the entrance. The corpse had left a note instructing him on how to deal with the Raider. It also pleaded with those who came after him to keep the place secret and prevent anyone with ambitions from rediscovering the base.

The Atomic Cultist believed this was a revelation from the God of Atoms. He ran in with great joy and used the remaining supplies in the base to survive.

"How did those zombies get in? Also, have you seen a master control terminal?" AK12 continued to ask.

"You pagans don't understand at all. These baptized people can see the energy of the Atomic God, and their destination is here. As for the terminal you mentioned? What are you going to do?" The atomic believers explained using their own theoretical knowledge.

"...Our commander has asked us to spread the mercy of the Atomic God to the world. So we have to use these nuclear warheads." AK12 tried to make up an excuse, but the Atomic Cultists saw through it immediately.

"No! That's not right! The God of Atoms is not merciful! Nor does he spread mercy! That's right! You are all machines! You, you want to monopolize the power of the God of Atoms! Kill me! You garbage of the academy! Don't even think about gaining my knowledge!"

After realizing that the people in power suits in front of him were machines, the young believers immediately gathered up their courage and roared at the enemies in front of them.

I don’t know if it’s because the radiation has completely changed his physiological structure. Although he has been hit by several bullets, he has not lost any blood so far.

"If only there were a convenient device that could directly read human memories," AK12 was helpless and casually shot the cultist named Xiao. "But the academy is really a hateful place. They don't like anyone."

[Who said there isn't one?] AN94 cleaned up the raiders. [There's a memory archive in Fangling Town, and the machines there can extract human memories.]

"Commander, you're leaving such advanced technology behind and coming here to retrieve these nuclear warheads? If you had that, I wouldn't have to go around asking questions." AK12 sighed, a rare sigh.

300 Let’s go!

Although there were some minor setbacks in the process, the Rebellious Team and the AR Team still found the main control room and warehouse located underground.

After manually restarting the terminal and transporting the nuclear warhead in standby mode back, the intelligent transport team began to take over the work here.

They packed the nuclear warheads in boxes, and then transported them to a special nuclear-related storage room in the base through Sun Yang.

The Glowing Sea still looks like this after two hundred years. It is said that it is related to the Appalachia region in the distance, which is always exposed to high concentrations of radiation.

There is also a theory that the survivors of the base fired two nuclear bombs into the glowing sea to relieve their boredom, which is why the entire glowing sea was unable to wait for the nuclear radiation to dissipate naturally.

If it is the latter, then the ecological environment of this glowing sea may gradually recover in a few decades, and there will not be so many creatures that have absorbed excessive radiation and become extremely dangerous.

Sun Yang recovered as many nuclear warheads as possible from the glowing sea and brought them back to the main base. These warheads were generally well preserved, but hundreds of them were still considered to have hidden dangers.

Because these nuclear warheads have been placed in launch silos for a long time, they have been exposed outside for too long, and their surfaces have been severely corroded, and the safety devices are no longer very reliable.

Pascal and his agents strongly refused to accept these warheads. Recycling these poorly preserved warheads would only increase safety risks. Even if they were to be recycled into a decomposition machine, they would likely explode during transportation.

Normally, no matter how Sun Yang acted, they wouldn't say anything and would even occasionally cheer. But this kind of thing couldn't be brought in casually.

The two leaders were so determined that Sun Yang had no choice but to give up. There were so many nuclear warheads that they couldn't be taken away, and it would be a waste to blow them up where they were.

These nuclear warheads were not rubbish; no matter how unreliable they were, they were still serious destructive weapons. However, if he wanted to use repair magic to repair them, Sun Yang would have to stay here for a long time to restore all the warheads to normal conditions.

After all, he was the only one in this place who could use repair magic. Rukatiye couldn't be relied upon; her brains and mana bar simply didn't support learning it. Birdman did know how to use repair magic, but she had trouble adapting to unfamiliar environments and hadn't yet fully adjusted to the main base.

...I hope that birdman isn't just looking for an excuse to slack off. Sun Yang felt that he might have to step in and give the birdman who was suspected of slacking off a lesson in the future.

These nuclear warheads, deemed risky to use, were ultimately left here. Sun Yang glanced back at the neatly placed warheads with reluctance before leaving the Iron Guard Outpost. He still had a lot of technology to recover elsewhere, so he couldn't afford to spend too much time in one place.

"Okay, next, next...the cryogenic freezing equipment in Shelter No. 111?" Sun Yang took a look at the memo compiled by the humanoids.

"According to the postman's report, the shelter possesses cryogenic freezing technology that can theoretically extend the effective firing time of laser and plasma weapons. Its excellent cooling effect can greatly delay overheating of weapons. The shelter contains a large amount of equipment and research data. I strongly recommend going there to collect them."

You're using the equipment that successfully conducted human hibernation experiments to enhance energy weapons?

Sun Yang complained briefly in his mind. However, this human hibernation technology might be useful to someone else. Even if he didn't have a use for it, perhaps some high-tech forces could. At worst, he could just conduct a research transaction.

But, speaking of it, does this count as digging up Old Popsicle's wife's grave? Sun Yang felt a slight sense of moral guilt. At worst, he could just ask the humanoids to take away what they needed to study and leave his wife's freezer alone.

Sun Yang first transferred out a dozen armored vehicles and let the intelligent bodies carrying a variety of siege equipment enter these vehicles.

Sun Yang did not transfer these engineering intelligent bodies back to the main base. After all, if he had to transfer these humanoids back and forth every time he arrived at a new place, then Sun Yang's mana bar would be a little insufficient.

It is enough to ensure the safety of these humanoids as much as possible and clear them along the marked locations.

The gate of the Iron Guard outpost was closed, and more than a dozen armored vehicles that had completed their mission sped across the land of the Glowing Sea, heading towards Shelter No. 111 in the northeast direction.

***

Meanwhile, the volunteer army led by Old Popsicle finally emerged from hibernation. While Sun Yang was heading to the Glowing Sea to steal the nuclear bomb, these volunteers also advanced outward for a noble purpose.

Under Old Popsicle's training, the Quincy Volunteers' mental outlook and combat capabilities have made great progress. In fact, in order to become a qualified soldier, in addition to marksmanship and courage, you also need to learn a lot of other knowledge.

For example, the tactical considerations and combat needs in various environments, identifying possible dangerous situations, the details of reconnaissance operations, and how to ensure one's own safety in crisis situations, etc. These experiences summarized with blood and tears in the previous life, the new and old volunteers do not understand at all.

At most, a few smart people came together to summarize some folk methods to increase the probability of survival, but these cannot be compared with the theories that have been carefully summarized.

Although the post-wasteland world is unfamiliar to Old Popsicle, if it is regarded as a large battlefield, then Old Popsicle's combat experience will be 100% effective here.

When Old Popsicle became familiar with the wasteland and integrated his experience, he passed on this tactical knowledge to the soldiers of the Volunteer Army.

Now that these soldiers have completed their training and rest, and have received an outrageous amount of supplies, they are steadily advancing and expanding beyond the Volunteer Army base.

Thanks to the good reputation of the Volunteer Army, these soldiers are welcomed by the locals wherever they go.

After all, they were one of the few organizations truly responsive to the local people's needs. Of course, because of this approach and principle, while the Volunteer Army enjoyed a high reputation and widespread popularity, they were slow to expand and easily disbanded...

Lack of supplies, lack of manpower, lack of technology. Everyone likes the Volunteers, but few want to join and donate supplies.

Most of the time people just wanted patrols to solve any problems they encountered, rather than paying tribute to the Minutemen on a regular basis.

If it weren't for this sudden influx of supplies and the robots sent by the unknown Mechanical Master, the Volunteers would definitely still be struggling to survive.

As for the source of these machines... the Master Mechanic would regularly send over some of his carefully modified machines. These machines were triple-checked by the Disobedient Humanoids, the Oasis Humanoids, and the Master Mechanic himself before being delivered to the Volunteers.

The others were the Iron Blood mechanical troops that had previously been responsible for transporting supplies. To prevent these volunteers from triggering PTSD in the third-generation synths, Suyang only sent Rangers, Jaguars, and Soldier Ants to carry the supplies.

After delivering the supplies, Sun Yang was too lazy to find an excuse to take them back, so he simply modified the permissions and gave them to the volunteers on the spot.

This drone wasn't actually very technically advanced. To Sun Yang, giving it as a gift was no different from giving him a piece of metal that could move. His weakest tactical T-doll could easily outmaneuver a hundred. He simply gave it as a favor, just to earn some favor.

Just as the volunteers were advancing along the outskirts of Boston in full swing, with Old Popsicle and the Postman charging ahead and commanding the volunteers to fight bravely, Nick from Diamond City got a new clue.

He compiled the clues into a package and entrusted it to a trustworthy courier, who found Old Popsicle who was commanding the operation outside Boston.

"Kroger?" Old Popsicle stared at the documents in the envelope for several seconds.

"What's wrong, old Popsicle? Why do you look like you were beaten by a Deathclaw?" The Postman and Ariana came back from patrolling nearby, both of them covered in blood.

As the volunteers became more active, some looters who disliked the volunteers and had been hungry for a long time gathered together. They planned to kill a few volunteers and take some supplies.

It’s a pity that these people encountered the postman, who is one of the combat powers above the world, and Ariana, who is very powerful even in human form.

"We have a clue. Nick has a clue about the murderer who killed my wife and the man who took Sean away. We will know where he is soon," said the old popsicle excitedly. "Kroger, that shameless, dirty, despicable bastard, Nick has found his whereabouts."

"Good!" The postman waved his fist. "That Nick is quite reliable. It's worth waiting for so long. So where should we start? Should we drill into the ruins of a shelter, or into a shopping mall that has collapsed dozens of meters deep?"

"No, neither of those. Why would we go to such a ghost place? Nick just explained that he had found out about Kroger's whereabouts in Diamond City and was going to investigate it now, so let's be patient." Old Popsicle folded the note and put it in his clothes.

"Huh? Then why are you so excited? You still have to wait." The postman sighed.

"You are wrong, postman. I can't wait any longer. I have taught the Volunteers everything I can. There is nothing I can do here for the time being. Most of the battles were won by the veteran volunteers, and I didn't play a big role... It's time to leave here and continue what I have put on hold." Old Popsicle stretched his body, got up and prepared to pack his equipment for departure.

"Wait, wait, wait. Although I can't intervene directly, we have known each other for so long, so please listen to me, right? Have you thought about where to start your investigation? Are you just planning to go out and wander around without even consulting me?" Seeing that Old Popsicle was nimble and skillful, the postman quickly pulled him.

"Okay, let me be frank... The volunteers are great, but I can't wait for them to gather enough people to go out and investigate. I like their principles and style, and because I like them, I teach them everything I can. But if we rely on them to find Sean, it will probably take another three months before we can officially start." Old Popsicle said confidently.

"And I know the situation of this team very well. To be honest, instead of searching the wasteland for a child... they should use their manpower to help other people. There are many people in this area who are facing difficulties but unable to solve them. They need the help of the volunteers more than I do." Old Popsicle said as he packed up all the good weapons he had accumulated during this period.

"...You are such a noble fellow." The postman, who had absolutely no moral concept, could only mutter a few words casually in the end.

"I have done everything I could, and now I have to leave. I will go and tell the general of the volunteers and Preston that I will be on the road tomorrow. What about you, postman? What do you say? If you like, you can continue to stay here. I think they need you more than I do." Old Popsicle looked at the postman.

"Huh?! Wait a minute! Old Popsicle, what you said is really chilling!!" The postman took off his helmet and showed Old Popsicle his angry brows. "You're kicking me out, aren't you?! And you're acting so fucking polite?! Are you even being hypocritical?!"

"No, I didn't drive you away. I was just asking for your opinion. Aren't you living well here? If you follow me, there might be a lot of dangers and no benefits." Old Popsicle didn't seem to realize that what he said could easily cause misunderstandings.

"You fucking——!" The postman was about to continue cursing when he was pulled by Ariana who was on standby next to him.

"Nate doesn't know that this is a very common phrase used to drive people away. He's essentially a person who lived two hundred years ago and may not have learned the art of language. You have to explain it to him clearly." Ariana calmly pointed out the differences between the two parties.

"...Inhale—exhale—" The postman took several deep breaths, then slowly said, "Old Popsicle, this is my first lesson on the charm of language. Listen carefully. I, the postman, have been walking with you for a long time, and we get along pretty well. So, we are teammates, right? Right?"

"Yes, we are teammates. I think we get along pretty well. If it weren't for you, I would probably have to wander for a long time." Old Popsicle nodded quickly.

"Very good. So listen carefully, Old Popsicle. Here, in this world, teammates will not abandon each other. The wasteland is very dangerous, and those who walk together must trust each other and stick to each other. So there is no reason, teammates who get along well will not change, unless something unexpected happens. Now, tell me, do you have any accidents or reasons that make you want me to leave?" The postman's tone was still bad.

Old Popsicle pondered for a few seconds and said, "Hmm... Come with me. Don't stay here. Let's go out and have some adventures."

"Ha! That's right, old Popsicle!" The postman suddenly pulled out a water gun with the speed of a gun and sprayed Old Popsicle in the face. "This is your punishment for trying to drive me away! Remember this well!"

"FVCK! Okay, I'll remember, don't splash! This is... Gwinneton beer?" Old Popsicle subconsciously tried to dodge, but the Postman's move was too fast, and he still couldn't avoid it, and was splashed with beer on his face. He stuck out his tongue to lick it, and found it was a familiar taste. Then he realized a serious problem, "Postman? Is this beer two hundred years old?"

"No, a brewer came to the volunteer camp. He said he had a secret recipe that has been passed down to this day, so I filled my water gun. But it looks like this secret recipe is pre-war beer? Would you like a sip?" The postman took the kettle off the water gun.

"No, forget it," Old Popsicle still couldn't accept drinking beer directly from the water gun, "but Gwinnett's beer is indeed my favorite beer. It's a very famous brand in Boston."

"Oh? I learned something new. Personally, I still prefer Sunset Sarsaparilla. If you want to drink, just have some Moonlight Brandy. It's Cass's masterpiece." The postman looked very serious when he mentioned Sunset Sarsaparilla.

"I've never heard of this brand. Is it a post-nuclear war drink?" Old Popsicle scratched his head.

"Oh! You didn't know that. There are millions of bottles of Sunset Root Beer on the West Coast. We old NCR people love this cool, sweet drink. Humph, you East Coast guys only drink Nuka-Cola."

"Drinking SARS is good for your health and can prolong your life, while drinking Nuka-Cola will only accumulate radiation and make your bones brittle." As a native of NCR, the postman naturally praised it highly.

"First of all, it is a wrong impression that drinking Coke will make people's bones brittle. But it will affect your teeth." Lao Binggun was too lazy to respond, so he started to popularize some wrong common sense to Lao Binggun.

"Yes, that's true. That's why I never drink Nuka-Cola. I only drink Sunset Sarsaparilla," the postman said stubbornly.

"Okay, what about Moonshine Brandy? And you mentioned Cas?"

"Cas is a partner I met before. Cas, Ariana and I adventured together on the West Coast. Then... we turned the entire West Coast upside down. Let me tell you, NCR can fight against all the forces in Boston with just the Mojave infantry and rangers. And I saved the entire NCR!" The postman boasted about himself.

"This..." Old Popsicle looked at Ariana, who looked like she wanted to complain but didn't want to talk nonsense.

"Just treat it as true and give her some compliments. Otherwise she's too annoying." Ariana looked like she didn't want to talk.

"What a great feat, Postman. I believe the people of NCR will erect a big monument for you, just like the one built for the Battle of Bunker Hill during the Revolutionary War." Old Popsicle still praised him.

"Hehe~ Now you know how powerful I am." The postman looked very proud of himself.

301 The Departure of Old Popsicle

Old Popsicle's departure caught the senior officers of the Volunteer Army off guard. They tried their best to keep Old Popsicle and the postman, but Old Popsicle was determined to leave and no amount of persuasion would do any good.

The Volunteer Army's generals naturally understood why Old Popsicle had left. They had promised to help him find his son, but now that Old Popsicle had taken over the Volunteer Army, there had been no real progress in finding his son.

It wasn't that the volunteers weren't working hard, but their manpower and resources were always tight, given their style of operation. Most of their personnel were recruited directly from the locals to protect their families, which meant they had to deal with a lot of trivial matters on a daily basis.

Taking into account the style of the Volunteer Army, this unit is destined to be very popular with the locals, but at the same time... it will not be able to do anything earth-shattering.

There are so many things to do, and sometimes it's hard to focus on anything. And Lao Binggun's search for his child is a long-term task, so it's normal to have no news for a month or two.

Although there were usually a dozen or so people out to inquire, the efficiency of the volunteers' search was indeed low. They had been trapped in Quincy for a long time and could not move.

The leaders of the Volunteer Army saw that they had no way to retain them and could only do what they could. Although the strength of this unit was not very good, they were still very loyal.

After further discussion, these senior generals gave Lao Binggun the title of "reserve general". After this period of getting along with each other, these volunteers recognized Lao Binggun's command and combat capabilities.

Originally, they had planned to have Old Popsicle continue to lead the Quincy Volunteers, with the senior generals directly under Old Popsicle's orders. However, Old Popsicle refused the appointment, citing his need to find his son and being unable to shoulder the responsibility.

In addition to the title, they also prepared the best equipment they could find for Old Popsicle, as well as a handwritten letter of certification, which was also signed by the senior generals of the Quincy Volunteers and the general of the Volunteers.

"So... this is the best equipment you can find? And a handwritten letter?" Old Popsicle was brought to an iron cabinet by these generals. When the Volunteer Army technicians opened the iron door, the items stored inside were revealed.

A well-preserved T51 power armor is standing inside. The guard plates and joints can be seen to have undergone simple maintenance and repairs. Next to this armor, there are also heavy live ammunition weapons that match it.

"You want to give this thing to me?" Old Popsicle stroked the power armor, and the past years on the battlefield emerged in his mind.

"Just consider it a gift. Of course, it's also because no one here knows how to drive this thing. Our technicians have done their best to maintain this armor. Why don't you sit on it and try it?" The volunteer general shrugged.