I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

162 We have to get our place back

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[Even though I've been killed many times, the feeling of being shattered still feels terrible... I wonder if there will be any phantom pain in my mental space. I need to get it checked later.]

"Hey? Didn't you guys turn off your pain alarms when you started fighting? I turned them off completely the moment we started fighting, and I didn't feel anything at all."

At least I don't have to climb back up. Honestly, if I'd survived, I'd have blown myself up and gone home. The journey is too long.

The humanoids who had read the bar and were climbing out of the base lamented that they had returned with only their bare bodies and their clothes reduced to rags. Even now, the humanoids in the Oasis (including Strider) hadn't figured out the principle of return, simply understanding it as the power of the soul bringing back the body and everything it touched.

"Commander, has this always been the way these people treat the outsiders? Taunting and then firing directly at us. Do they think they're facing EILD?" Makarov found a blanket to cover herself. She was used to it. Before, she'd been beaten by the US military's heavy firepower, and now she was being melted by laser guns. It was hard to say which was better.

"I didn't expect Christine to be so unwilling to cooperate, and I didn't consider that the people who answered the phone were a bunch of conservatives with heads as hard as helmets." Sun Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead.

It's not that I can't have a good chat, but with their attitude, it feels like nothing I say will work. The conservative faction of the Brotherhood of Steel is someone that even the eloquent postman can't communicate with.

In the original novel, the tension was only delayed by the postman's sophistry. As for convincing the other party? If they could just convince them with words, these people wouldn't be called conservatives.

Honestly, if I hadn't brought an inner circle assassin with me, these guys probably wouldn't even give me a chance to talk. They'd just open the door and turn me to ash with laser machine guns, or put explosive collars on me and force me to fight for them.

In short, the Mojave Brotherhood is essentially a stagnant organization that's doomed if it doesn't change. While they're incredibly powerful in small-scale combat, they're ultimately too small. An organization of only a few hundred people facing off against the NCR, with a population of 70, would ultimately be forced into a bunker.

If the Postman hadn't been incredibly skilled and lucky, he'd barely managed to win the trust of the more open-minded members of the Brotherhood of Steel. As for the conservatives, they'd wanted to kill the Postman from the very beginning, and they'd also wanted to kill Veronica for her nonsense.

"I've already said this before, our communication this time was fake... Makarov, I think it would have been better if we just surrendered? Once the guy in the tin can is gone, we'll dismantle the cage and eliminate the enemy from within." Sten complained helplessly.

"I don't think that's a good idea." Makarov shrugged.

"Come on, do those guys look like they're taking prisoners? I think those Canned Knights really want to kill us and that buzzcut together. Is this the Brotherhood of Steel? They don't even spare their own people." AAT52 immediately interrupted Sten's afterthought.

"Ahem, anyway, thank you Palette Team for your hard work on this operation. This failure is due to my fault and negligence. Well, I should find someone to talk to on my behalf. I need to prepare and have a good chat with the Brotherhood of Steel."

How do you want to chat? Makarov asked.

"Use knives and guns, and beat them until they can sit down and talk." Sun Yang has already opened the map in the window, thinking about how to deal with these Brotherhood members.

"That's right, Commander. Why are you just talking? Actions are more convincing than words." Sten said excitedly.

"Don't worry. Even if we have to attack, we need to do it step by step. Arriving earlier or later on the Brotherhood side won't change anything. I need to make some arrangements in Liberty City, and the courier is almost here. I'll contact Ariana and have her bring him over. Don't worry about it for now, just change your bodies and weapons and get some rest."

[Call us if you need us.] Makarov said finally, waving goodbye to Sun Yang.

After closing the communication with the Palette team, immediately send a communication to Ariana.

"Are you there?" Sun Yang started with a simple clown gesture.

[Busy.] Across the window, Ariana was firing at a group of men wearing bone armor and armed with laser rifles. Their aim wasn't great, the closest beams passing her by three meters. Ariana's automatic weapon, however, had suppressed several of them, pinning them behind cover and preventing them from moving.

"Then I'll ask again later?" Sun Yang saw that the firepower of the opposite side was quite strong and the momentum was strong, but the accuracy was not good.

"Demon Gang!! Give me your heads!" Postman No. 6, wearing a patched metal armor, rushed out from the other direction. Aliana's Cass fired a grenade and finally suppressed the opponent.

Postman No. 6 rushed out at the speed of a national athlete, carrying two submachine guns and killing everyone.

"Haha! I got 600 bottle caps! Finally! I finally saved enough money!" Postman No. 6 chopped off the heads of several people with exaggerated shapes.

[No, please go ahead.] Ariana strapped the SCAR to her back. The intensity of the battles she was carrying with Postman No. 6 was extremely high, and relying on just one weapon wasn't enough.

So she was still carrying a jumble of grenades, explosives, submachine guns, and shotguns. Most of the weapons were forced upon her by Postman No. 6, and they had been replaced over and over again. Only her own SCAR assault rifle was always on her.

"I'm going to deal with the Brotherhood of Steel soon, and the trip back and forth might delay some things. So I plan to meet with Postman No. 6 in the next two days. Have you noticed her attitude?"

A mercenary with a strange moral compass, Postman Six has a strong desire for material things but little sense of belonging. From what I've seen, she's always snooping around, a bit nosy, and dislikes Caesar's Legion and NCR's higher-ups. However, this mission was issued by the local NCR military commander, so I guess she's quite flexible.

"It's good that she doesn't like the Legion or NCR's top brass. As for material desires, ask her what she wants and I'll provide what I can."

This kind of flexible person is what's needed. As for material desires, there shouldn't be anything difficult to satisfy. Everything else is easy to negotiate on my side, except for the house. Sun Yang had no faith in the Brotherhood of Steel, but he was confident in Postman No. 6 and could convince her to work for him.

[I see. Then when and where shall we meet?]

"Then tomorrow, I'll set a place for us to meet."

163 The Postman’s Imagination is Great

"Postman No. 6, is there anything you like?" Aliana asked the postman while cleaning up the mess.

"Yes, a lot. More bottle caps, bigger and more powerful guns. These things make me happy." Postman No. 6 didn't think there was anything strange at all and simply expressed his thoughts.

"Just that? Then why did you help civilians along the way?" Ariana didn't think it was fun to help civilians and NCR solve problems.

"For the fun of it. Helping others makes me happy, killing assholes makes me happy, making money makes me happy. If giving NCR idiots a hard time makes me happy, then I'll definitely do it. If I see the Demon Gang eating human flesh, I'll rush out and kill them all. Although my memory before the Mojave is not very clear, I remember someone from the Shi tribe saying to me: You look like a hero."

Postman No. 6 pronounced the word "hero" in standard Chinese.

"Hero?" Aliana searched for the word, but it didn't seem to fit Postman No. 6. Perhaps it was because Postman No. 6 had done a lot of good things there, and even had a rather exaggerated fight with someone.

"It seems like a very cool title, but no one knows what it is. Over time, I don't care anymore. Anyway, I am a woman who lives a very free and easy life." Postman No. 6 carefully packed up the laser weapons. These can be sold for money later.

"Well... there's something I have to explain to you." Ariana had been following Postman No. 6 for quite a while, so they were somewhat familiar with each other.

Postman No. 6 was stunned for a moment. Cass, carrying the grenade launcher, looked at him with a strange expression. He wondered what had happened to the postman again.

"Well, I almost guessed that you should confess now. Ariana, your little secret has not been overlooked by me." Postman No. 6 put his weapon aside calmly and sat down quietly among the broken corpses and gunpowder smoke.

"You know everything?" Aliana raised her eyebrows.

"Of course. Do you think I don't know why you approached me? I'd like to know, after such a long period of cooperation, what's your evaluation of me?" Postman No. 6 still looked at ease.

"...I feel like you really don't know. Can you explain my motive for showing up?" Ariana didn't think this simple trick would fool her. You saw something and you pretended to know it.

"Hmph, do you really want me to announce it loudly at this point? If we say it out loud, we can no longer be friends." Postman No. 6 gathered his short hair covered in blood.

"Okay, it seems you really don't understand. Uh, Cass, you don't have to avoid it, it's not a serious matter. Anyway, I used to work for a man named Sun Yang." Ariana said.

After she announced the news, Postman Six tilted his head, and Cass looked bewildered. Who was this Sun Yang? Where did he come from? Was there such a person in the Mojave area? Could he be someone who hadn't even gained fame?

"Okay, I get it. So your mission is to find me? Well, this guy investigated quite carefully. And then what?" Postman No. 6's reaction was very calm, as calm as if he was going to eat charcoal-grilled bighorn lamb today.

"Wait a minute! Why are you reacting so calmly?! Postman, not only do you have low EQ, but your brain is also not working well. Ariana was following you openly and ran with you all the way!" Cass couldn't sit still anymore. It would be better to say that her reaction was more normal.

"What's the big deal? I'm being hunted by the Legion every day, right? One more or one less won't make any difference. Besides, if they really wanted to do something bad to me, Ariana would have done it along the way. Cas, relax. A broad mind will help you live longer. There's an old saying among the Western Shi tribe: 'Great wisdom appears foolish.' That's exactly what I'm talking about."

"That's not being broad-minded, that's being stupid! How dare you say you're wise but appear foolish!" Cass's blood pressure skyrocketed.

"Cas, being angry won't solve anything. So I'm not angry at all now. I think this is an opportunity. But couldn't Ariana have announced it earlier? We've already collected enough bottle caps to go into the city."

"The commander's previous order was for me to follow you and see what you have been doing. That is, I will support you in whatever you do. But just now he sent me a message saying that the time has come and he needs you to go see him." Ariana said seriously.

"Huh? Just now? Weren't we fighting just now? Am I right, little brother? Wuuwuwu, that's right, you killed me, wuuwuwu." Postman No. 6 pinched the mouth of the head in his hand. This person died a very uneasy death. Before his death, Postman No. 6 shot him through the heart with a precise shot, and after his death, she used him to perform a talent show.

"I can communicate with my commander in real time." Ariana did not intend to reveal her identity as a robot. This truth would be too shocking even for the mentally stable wastelanders.

"Wait, wait, I get it. I completely understand," Postman No. 6 interrupted Ariana. "I've seen a stage play like this in NCR. It seems to be based on a book by the Shi Clan. This character is called, Chunibyo! I see. I completely understand now."

"You know nothing..." Cass was speechless.

"All boys and girls have dreams of becoming heroes or super adventurers, but dreams eventually fade away, and everyone grows up to be simple people."

"But, dear Ariana, she was not willing to give up this dream, so she worked hard to train herself and created an indestructible setting for herself. I guess you are in a super powerful secret force, with an all-round commander who can do many things, and advanced technology. Then Ariana wandered in the wasteland with her father's assault rifle until she heard my name and hurriedly found me. After all, it is really cool for a person to be alive after being shot in the head." Postman No. 6 felt that his reasoning was very reasonable.

"Oh, then how do you explain that she knows your location?" Cass's eyes were dead.

"Please, don't you listen to the radio? I was afraid that the noise would expose us along the way, so I didn't turn it on." Postman No. 6 tapped the Pip-Boy on his wrist, and a melodious classical music came out of the Pip-Boy.

"Huh? Isn't there only one radio station that plays music?" Cass was obviously the type who didn't listen to the radio at all.

"You should listen to the news. There's New Vegas Radio here, which is the best news program in the entire Mojave. You didn't just drink while you were here, did you? For the past two months, they've been broadcasting the news every day about a postman near Clear Springs who was shot in the head and survived. As long as you get to Clear Springs, you can find me by asking around. You see, Ariana was just asking for my help in a roundabout way." Postman No. 6 said nonchalantly.

"Are you sure the hole in your head only reduces your emotional intelligence?" Cass was a little convinced.

Can this even be explained? Your imagination is truly not for nothing. After thinking for a few seconds, Ariana decided to take a risk and try it.

“Actually, I’m a robot.”

"Ah yes, we need robots powered by biofuel. So where do we meet your commander?" Postman No. 6 spread his hands. Cas also admitted it, covering his face.

164 Meeting with the Postman

Although there were some twists and turns along the way, Postman No. 6 and Cass finally agreed to meet the so-called commander.

"They are either debt collectors, parents who come to visit, or gangsters who have a dispute? It doesn't matter, just watch my show." After Postman No. 6 paid the reward for the head, he followed Ariana to the hotel where Sun Yang was.

Sun Yang's hotel was located near the center of New Vegas, deep within Liberty City. Following the route Sun Yang had given them, Ariana led Postman No. 6 and Cass through Liberty City.

"Why are we in New Vegas? Ariana, you're not just anxious to get into the city, are you? Oh? This place isn't very peaceful? It seems like a good place. Ah, Ariana, after you finish your business, we will help Cas check on the situation at the caravan, and then take care of my business."

"Number Six, weren't you very anxious before?" Cass asked in a rather listless tone.

"No matter how anxious we are, there has to be a first come first served. If Ariana hadn't told you, you would still be looking for excuses not to come here. What? You'll never go and check on your caravan's situation in your entire life? How can you take revenge without facing it, you idiot? If it were me, I would have brought all the guys and put on the best armor to embark on a lonely journey of avengers. What do you think, Ariana, isn't it cool?" After scolding the depressed Cas, Postman No. 6 turned and snapped his fingers at Ariana.

"..." Aliana frowned in distress. How should she judge him? Probably not handsome.

"Ah, I understand, I understand. It's normal to be nervous. Adjust your mood. If anything happens, we can just fight our way out of New Vegas. Hehe, the guns and explosives the three of us carry are enough to kill fifty people each. If we are frugal, we can take down two hundred people together." Postman No. 6 knocked on his protective gear confidently.

"Okay, after we finish this job with Ariana, let's go check out the caravan," Cas shrugged, seemingly giving up. "Maybe you're right. We'll have to face this sooner or later. We can't use earning bottle caps and preparing weapons as an excuse."

"That's right!" Postman No. 6 went to the nearby store and bought three bottles of purified water, and gave one to each person to drink.

After a few stops and starts, Aliana finally arrived at the inn with the two of them. Postman No. 6 looked at the inn and muttered to himself, "This place is pretty solid."

[Commander, Postman No. 6 and Cass are at the door.] Aliana informed Sun Yang.

"Okay, please invite them in." Sun Yang had just communicated with the local followers of Apocalypse and told them that he would be out to deal with some things during this period of time.

If anything happens, just call Team 404 over, but it's limited to missions that require combat and intelligence infiltration. They will agree to any request as long as it's not too excessive.

Sun Yang simply tidied up his clothes - in short, he was wearing exoskeleton armor and a simple Alkin helmet.

There was a knock on the door and Aliana's voice came from outside.

"Commander, the people have arrived."

"Oh, please come in." Sun Yang rubbed his hands, ready to paint a rosy picture for people.

"Are you ready? Let's go in?" Aliana, who was outside the door, looked back at the postman and prepared to take her in.

"Stop for a moment and watch what I'm doing. Ariana, is your commander a man?" Postman No. 6 took a step back.

"He is indeed a man, is there any inconvenience?" Ariana didn't think that Postman No. 6 was socially anxious.

"That's okay." The postman nodded and put down his backpack.

She calmly changed into a wrinkled pre-war suit, put on a jazz hat, and wore fashionable pre-war sunglasses on her face.

"This stuff is meant to be used at this time." A box of Mantat party wear appeared in her hand. The postman opened a bottle of whiskey and drank half of the box of Mantat party wear mixed with the whole bottle of wine.

"Hmm~~ Huh~~" Postman No. 6 took a few deep breaths. His face was flushed but revealed a hint of sobriety, and there was a vague sexiness in the hazy state.

““???”” Cass and Ariana were both shocked by Postman No. 6’s actions.

"What are you doing?!" Cas and Ariana grabbed the postman's suit at the same time.

"Please be patient and answer me first. Am I sexy now? Can I win your hearts?" The postman's voice became lazy and deep.

"What nonsense?" Aliana covered her forehead. Damn it, why is this guy having a seizure?

"Well, if you ask me whether it's sexy or not, it is indeed sexy, but I don't sleep with women." After stroking his chin and thinking for a while, Cass gave the correct answer.

"Cas! How can people become sexy after taking drugs and drinking alcohol? The postman just put on some clothes!" Ariana had no idea why this happened.

Damn, has this world gone mad? Could it be that there are biological hormones at work that the humanoids can't perceive? Ariana scratched her head anxiously.

"This is a secret taught to me by an old man from the Aroyo tribe. Humph, look how easily I can take down your commander." Postman No. 6 flicked the brim of his hat lightly and rushed into the room before Ariana could react.

"So fast! No no no, Commander?" Ariana looked into the room and saw Sun Yang and Postman No. 6 standing in the room looking at each other.

Sun Yang noticed the commotion outside, but he didn't care. The postman's attitude at least showed that she still wanted to talk - this was good news, and the other party's attitude was relatively clear.

Postman No. 6 was even taller than Sun Yang had imagined. She was 1.9 meters tall, with maximum strength and agility, and her oversized suit was almost stretched to pieces before the battle.

But even if you drink alcohol and eat Mantate, it won't help. That's not how you increase your charm. Is Arroyo the village of the previous protagonist? Why is there such strange knowledge circulating here?

After a closer look, with her short blond hair and blue eyes, she wasn't bad looking. But she was just... eh? Pretty sexy.

"So, can you tell me your identity? Why can you make Ariana come here on her own initiative with just one sentence?" Postman No. 6 seemed to be able to speak normally.

"I'm Sun Yang, the commander of Griffin Oasis Base. You can also understand me as Aliana's commander. Also, Aliana has already told me your news through the communication." Sun Yang said bluntly.

After finishing her meal, Postman No. 6's brains had brightened. She raised an eyebrow and looked behind her at the innocent-looking Ariana and the slightly panicked Cas. She immediately realized that Ariana hadn't lied at all; it was all her fault for creating all sorts of weird settings for her.