I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 36 The product produced by the system must be a high-quality product

Ruan Wenbo has temporarily ruled out the idea of ​​purchasing Leman Rustank. That thing is a money-devouring behemoth, a bottomless pit that requires countless merits and player lives to fill, which the current [Death Squad] clearly cannot afford.

So, what should we buy with these 10,000+ merit points?
He refocused his attention on the system store and began to carefully analyze his purchasing strategy.

First, regarding personal equipment, such as armored vests, explosive pistols, power swords, etc., ordinary players will naturally purchase these items based on their preferences and fighting styles once they accumulate enough merit points. This is their personal growth path, and he, as the company commander, doesn't need to worry about it, much less use the collective merit points to pay for one person's equipment.

Secondly, equipment that requires multiple people to work together to achieve maximum effectiveness, such as mortars and heavy logging guns, falls under the category of squad weapons. Each squad leader knows their squad's needs and personnel configuration better than he does, and this matter should be the responsibility of the squad leaders; he doesn't need to worry about it.

After thinking it over, Ruan Wenbo found his position to be much clearer. As a company commander, he only needed to consider purchasing "company-level" combat readiness items that could improve the overall combat effectiveness of the company and needed to be directly controlled by the company command.

Once you have a clear idea of ​​what to do, it's easier to find your target.

Ruan Wenbo looked around in the "Company-level Command Equipment" category in the system store, and soon his eyes locked onto something inconspicuous but crucial—a walkie-talkie.

That's it!

Ruan Wenbo thought about it more and more and felt that this was the most suitable thing at present.

First, this is an item that only a company commander like him has the authority to purchase; the authorization requirement states "company commander rank or equivalent political commissar." This eliminates the worry of him buying the same item as other players below him, thus avoiding resource waste.

Secondly, this device has an extremely low barrier to entry; all you need to know is how to turn it on and off, tune the frequency, and speak. With an auxiliary system, it's incredibly easy to use. Unlike hardcore technological gadgets like tanks or airplanes, where simply knowing how to operate them is enough, walkie-talkies don't involve any "tuition fees."

Finally, and most importantly, players desperately need a reliable means of instant communication. Relying solely on forums is not only visually abstract but also incredibly inefficient. The battlefield changes in an instant; by the time you post a message and your teammates see it and reply, it's too late. If an emergency arises and a request for help goes unseen for ages, the consequences are unimaginable.

Having figured everything out, Ruan Wenbo no longer hesitated and decisively clicked the purchase button.

The next second, accompanied by a dull thud, a dark green metal box with a crude, industrial style appeared out of thin air and slammed into the container cover in front of him and JK, making the cover vibrate.

A semi-transparent attribute panel automatically expands above the item.

【Name: VR-300 Backpack Walkie-Talkie】

[Type: Tool]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Function: Enables uninterrupted communication over standard open areas within a range of 100-120 kilometers.]

[Note: The VP-300 backpack walkie-talkie, manufactured by Voss Prime Foundry World, operates on the 40-48 MHz frequency band using FM modulation, with a total of 41 channels. Although its weight of 16 kg is slightly heavy for a walkie-talkie, its wide and stable communication range and long battery life more than compensate for this.]

With the walkie-talkie in hand, a sense of novelty and curiosity welled up inside them. Ruan Wenbo and JK exchanged a glance, both seeing the same thought in each other's eyes—to try it out on the spot.

Although they didn't have another walkie-talkie to call each other, they didn't need it just for playing around and getting familiar with the operation. Besides, they had complete trust in the products from the system's online store. System products are always top-notch!
“Come on, lend a hand,” Ruan Wenbo invited.

Together, the two opened the heavy metal casing of the walkie-talkie, and a strong smell of old machinery, mixed with machine oil and dust, wafted out. As they fiddled with the complicated knobs and switches, an idea flashed through Ruan Wenbo's mind.

“If my tanks just appear out of thin air like this… then it seems I’ll have to send someone to scout the surrounding terrain and find an open area before buying any big stuff. Otherwise, I’ll just end up stuck in some alley, unable to move. This game doesn’t have an ‘escape from being stuck’ option.” After some fiddling, accompanied by a slight hum of electricity, the vacuum tubes on the walkie-talkie lit up with a dim yellow light, indicating that the heavy device had begun to operate. With JK’s help, Ruan Wenbo carried the 16-kilogram behemoth on his back, feeling its heavy weight. He picked up the microphone and began trying to make calls on every frequency band.

"Calling...calling...this is the [Death Squad] Company, respond if you hear me. Test, test."

"Try changing the channel."

"Buzz...buzz...calling...is anyone there? Test channel 2."

"Zizzizi..."

Although they were calling out, neither of them actually held out much hope of making contact. The situation on Pedytia was already a complete mess, and what they were doing now was simply testing the walkie-talkie's performance and getting familiar with its operation.

They switched channels one after another, only to hear monotonous static noise coming through the receiver.

"...Test Channel 37, this is the Imperial Guard [Deathbringers] Company, please..."

Just as Ruan Wenbo was routinely reading out the call sign, the monotonous "buzzing" sound was suddenly interrupted. A voice, mixed with strong electrical interference, yet incredibly clear and excited, exploded from the receiver!

"O Om Messiah! Reinforcements! Reinforcements have arrived?! This is the Alpha-7 Task Force of the Faith Protection Army! Repeat, this is the Alpha-7 Task Force! Where are you?!"

Ruan Wenbo and JK were instantly stunned, their eyes wide as they looked at each other in disbelief. The surprise had come so suddenly!
Ruan Wenbo immediately reacted, gripping the microphone tightly, and replied in a deep voice: "This is the Peditian Astral Army's [Deathbringer] Company! We are currently located at the Lower Nest chemical refinery! Where are you? What is the situation?"

“Kadia! Praise be to the God of All Machines!” The voice on the other end was so excited it was almost incoherent. “We are trapped in the Trinity Foundry in Middle Nest! Heretics… a large number of heretics are besieging us! We are… we are protecting an important relic!”

As for what the sacred object was, the priest did not mention it, nor did Ruan Wenbo inquire further.

"Hold on! We will organize a rescue operation as soon as possible!" Nguyen Van Bo solemnly promised.

"Thank you so much! May the God of Machines guide your path! We will keep this channel open! Over!"

The communication was interrupted, and the buzzing sound of electricity returned to the receiver.

Ruan Wenbo put down the microphone and exchanged a glance with JK. The latter gave a meaningful smile and said in a low voice, as if he had discovered a treasure, "Company commander, the people who make shells for our tanks have arrived."

Ruan Wenbo's feelings were even more complicated. Looking at the heavy walkie-talkie on his back, he said thoughtfully, "If I hadn't bought this walkie-talkie, or bought it too late, or... if I hadn't made calls on every frequency just now, would I have missed this cyborg priest's cry for help?"

JK thought for a moment, then shrugged: "Given the nature of this game planner, it's quite possible... This is probably what they call a 'hidden quest,' which players need to trigger themselves."

Ruan Wenbo did not dwell on the issue any further. His eyes sharpened, and he made a decisive decision.

“I’ll go inform the other players and Commissar Walter. The Dead have accepted this rescue and escort mission and are preparing to head to Middle Nest. We need to give this mechanical priest a hand.”

(End of this chapter)