Will the kemonomimi encounter Alien Ranch Story?

As he spoke, the ranger rummaged through the corpse and pulled out several packets of Ursus-issued moss rations, placing them on the box. This was clearly very convincing.

"But, but, we're just a group of farmers, while they are..."

"They're just a bunch of farmers. Unless they encounter their heavily armed and elite vanguard, these people alone would still die from a pitchfork, let alone..."

The knight picked up the scimitar and rapid-fire crossbow that Ursus had dropped on the ground. These pneumatically operated mechanical crossbows were so numerous in Terra that even as some cheap magical firearms began to appear, most of the army's ranged weapons were still these kinds of things.

[By the way, if you want to experience the weapons of the Terra sniper operator, you can consider "Little Tina's Fantasy Land". The weapon models and feel are not just similar, but practically identical. It even has a gun that actually fires spells, and a tactical staff. I suggest making an Arknights mod for it, lol.]

"Take whatever you can carry. Does anyone here know how to drive?"

“I can…” Although there are almost no men, these Kazimierz girls often do farm work, so it’s quite normal for some of them to know how to drive.

After all, Terra is not the Middle Ages, and it's difficult to get farm produce into the city without trucks.

The so-called secret location is the Ranger's former secret camp, which is a fairly large area of ​​ruins.

However, there is nothing of value there. During wartime, soldiers usually do not attempt to search for and occupy ruins because it is a very dangerous situation unless there are explicit orders.

Anything can appear in the ruins, from relatively harmless rock crabs and Originium bugs to some ancient defense mechanisms of the early inhabitants.

Even with clear orders, many soldiers would be quite reluctant to enter the ruins without further support if safety could not be confirmed.

However, the ranger had already explored this area of ​​ruins; it posed no threat and was quite safe. There might be some bandit camps inside, but dealing with them wouldn't require much effort for him.

After finding the men who had fled several kilometers away, the small group headed towards the ranger's location. The silent silver knight made the farmers dare not disobey him.

After all, Ursus and these knights are ruthless killers, even though he seems like a decent person now and is also a gentleman.

Moreover, the village elders knew that if anyone killed Ursus, they could not expect to stay in the same place safely. Under the persuasion of the village elders, the others reluctantly accepted the relocation request.

These villagers, even if armed, wouldn't be warriors. However, they could at least cause some trouble for small groups of Ursus people, especially when led by a ranger.

We need to take advantage of the fact that the Ursus people haven't raised enough alarm yet to train a team. This way, even after they strengthen their defenses, we can still find easy targets to attack. We can then clear out villages one by one, constantly gathering people and plundering Ursus supply convoys. Gradually, others will also see an opportunity.

After all, as invaders, Ursus's forces could not be completely dispersed among various villages and towns. They could only defend key towns and routes. Such piecemeal attacks could greatly deplete Ursus's invasion efforts.

Why didn't anyone use this tactic before? Because ultimately, in the eyes of noble officers, even trained soldiers were insignificant commoners, let alone farmers. No one took their strength seriously; they were nothing more than a group of talking livestock whose only purpose was to provide supplies and labor for the army.

If one holds such views and attitudes, how can one gain the loyalty of the farmers and their willingness to take up arms and die?

They're all just livestock. Is there any essential difference between the livestock of Ursus and the livestock of Kazimierz?

Meanwhile, in Lin Guang's territory, she also successfully gathered a small team, much more smoothly than her uncle.

After all, the reputation of the Nearl family and Miss Nearl's personal charm were undeniable, and she successfully secured funding. Maria was responsible for manufacturing and maintaining weapons for this small team of young people and students, while her aunt was in charge of managing supplies and finances.

It could be said that Margaret's situation was much better than Marna's, who still had to worry about preventing a group of farmers from being injured by the pneumatic crossbows. At least they all seemed to be warriors who knew how to use weapons, and they already had the beginnings of a proper army.

Unlike the others who cowered in the town, waiting for Ursus to attack, this small army chose to take the initiative. Its first target was Ursus' vanguard camp. The enemy had marched all the way there, and the morale of Kazimir's regular army had been completely shattered.

The remaining noble private armies were only concerned with defending their own cities, ignoring these vanguard troops and watching them set up camp, gather supplies, and rest in preparation for the next attack.

It was as if the other party would let them go once they had rested.

"They're all spearhead riflemen and sniper infantry; their numbers aren't large, but they're perfectly adequate for an initial battle..."

The young man in charge of reconnaissance reported that they had no advantage in equipment or numbers compared to other regular troops; their only advantage was probably their courage.

In addition, the dozen or so remaining veterans of the Silver Spear Pegasus team are the last line of defense, preventing the team from collapsing immediately if it encounters any setbacks.

"Is the camp still not repaired? Those guys are too arrogant."

"How can they not be arrogant? If they send out their private armies, they'll be hanged by the citizens before the Ursus people even arrive."

Lin Guang shook his head. Kazimierz's main force was outside, while Ursus' vanguard had already reached the rear. Naturally, those nobles were all minding their own business.

"Check your weapons, prepare for attack!"

"Now? No more..." "Waiting any longer will only lead to death." Nearl checked his weapons, mounted his horse, and said, "Raise our banners, dragon rider tactics, are you ready?"

"No problem." All the rapid-fire pneumatic crossbows were cocked, and the warlock gently tapped the crossbow head with his staff, causing the Originium crystal arrowheads to glow with a golden light.

"Charge!" The thunderous sound of hooves shook the ground, and the Ursus sentries who were setting up camp immediately noticed a cavalry unit accelerating and charging from a great distance at full speed.

Upon seeing the leader's attire and the flag, the sentry's face turned green. He was from the 7th Army Group, and although he had never witnessed how his entire army had been hammered to the point of soul-splitting by the Pegasus, the veterans had told him about it so many times that his ears were calloused.

The sentry slammed on the alarm, screaming in a distorted voice as if he were cornered by seventeen or eighteen burly men, "Silver Spear Pegasus!!"

"Damn it!" The vanguard company commander, who was still pulling up his pants, suddenly froze. He was one of the veterans who often talked about this...

The imported warhorse from Kazdel was very satisfied with the acceleration and distance. It finally pushed its speed to the limit, and its streamlined muscles undulated rhythmically, converting the high-energy fat in its belly into power and heat at high speed.

The next second, a rain of arrows fell on the camp, exploding with blinding flashes that caused the Ursus crossbowmen to involuntarily close their eyes. "Javelin throwers!"

Fourteen spears pinned the Ursus vanguard soldiers, who had hastily organized resistance and tackled the rapid-fire ballistae, to the ground.

As Lin Guang passed by his own spear, he casually pulled it up. The metal structure of the spear deformed and cracked, and the high-temperature, dazzling ion jet ignited the Ursus tents and supplies.

The enemy was too careless. Perhaps the fact that none of the Kazimierz nobles along the way launched an attack, instead seemingly waiting to die by closing their castles and residences, and never attempting a surprise attack, gave them the capital and confidence to be careless.

Compared to the silver-speared steeds leading the way, the student soldiers and the new recruits composed of passionate young men behind them performed poorly. Many of them held onto the reins tightly after firing their crossbow bolts, not daring to extend their weapons to attack.

However, given the battle situation that had already breached the camp and plunged everyone into chaos, even simply lying on horseback and letting the warhorses form their own formations to trample over them caused considerable damage to Ursus's vanguard camp.

"Don't linger in the fight, just break through and don't look back!" The enemy doesn't have many more people than us, but if they have time to deal with those two rapid-fire guns and crossbows, then it'll be our turn to be riddled with bullets. We can only take advantage of the chaos to break through and escape.

Such an attack would at most alert the Ursus people, making them less likely to set up camp so carelessly without deploying defenses and mobile sentries.

However, if he doesn't pick on these weaklings under his command, their fighting spirit and combat power will be nothing but a mirage.

When faced with two evils, choose the lesser one. For the purpose of training troops, this slight increase in difficulty is acceptable.

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The transformer exploded, and the power grid sent people to repair it. The uninterruptible power supply will probably be out in less than 5 minutes... That's it.

The reason for the explosion is unknown; it's speculated to be the cat, or something else entirely.

The earliest we can expect to see it fixed is tomorrow...

Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Rat's Doing

Chapter 79

"Many people are willing to fight, as long as the price is right."

"Thump!" A large bag of gold dust was thrown in front of the broker. "I want the best kind, the kind made by veterans who have fought in wars."

Marna knew that expecting those villagers to fight was unrealistic, or even if they could, they would probably become another Ursus.

Therefore, he trusted the mercenaries more, while the villagers would be used as a supply station and recruit replenishment point for this guerrilla squad. As long as they did not directly participate in the fight, the Ursus people would not go too far.

After all, these people are the future source of wealth for the Ursus nobles. Allowing some to be killed and looted does not mean they are willing to kill them all.

Moreover, the more active the guerrillas are in an area, the less control they have, and the villagers' lives will improve slightly as a result.

However, this is on the premise that these guerrilla members are not new types of bandits. The only problem is that Kazimierz lacks mountainous terrain, and waging guerrilla warfare against Ursus, which has mechanized mobile forces, is probably not a good idea.

Therefore, Marna needs a core group of people who are professionally trained and familiar with the terrain, rather than those who can only fight locally.

"That's not easy," the broker said, tossing the money pouch in his hand. The amount was barely enough.

However, this request is a bit difficult. "Now the veterans have all gone to fight for the men, and they are asking for much more generous prices."

Especially those closer to the front lines, some even offered the price of a Knight of Honor, which was a very good deal for mercenaries.

“But I don’t care about their origins.” Marna knew this, of course; he wasn’t some sheltered little girl like Maria. “Whatever they did before, as long as they’re willing to give their lives for this land, that’s fine.”

"Oh?" The broker stopped tossing the money pouch around and looked serious.

"No matter what they have done, even if they have hanged nobles, you can even tell them that we are not fighting for the noble lords' lands, but for those who have been persecuted by the lords of Ursus."

"I'm afraid there won't be many people who, once wild dogs have drunk their fill of blood, will no longer be dogs but hungry wolves."

The broker shook his head. He knew who this customer was referring to: those lawless bandits. Even nobles wouldn't allow these people to become mercenaries.

The requirements for becoming a bandit are not high, but not all bandits can be recognized as "bandits". First of all, they all have wanted posters on their bodies, which means that regular law enforcement agencies and patrol cavalry in the wild can't do anything about them. Those "bandits" who run out to make money on a whim are generally hung on racks outside the town walls to dry a few days later.

Secondly, bandits need their own motorized vehicles, which could be a heavy-duty truck or something else, just like the entry requirement for pirates is to have at least one ship.

Furthermore, most of the bandits had one thing in common: they had the blood of at least one nobleman on their hands.

In other words, they were typical individuals who did not submit to the rule of the king. They were simply committing crimes such as plundering the countryside, and at most they could only be called "mercenaries with dirty hands." The lords did not care how many lowly people they killed.

Even the members of the business association only paid more attention to the urban population and the handicraft population. They didn't care much about the basic agricultural population, as if farmers were something that would grow out of the ground on their own.

Therefore, only those whose hands are stained with the blood of nobles and who have not yet been hanged can be called qualified bandits.

Or rather, only such bandits could continue to live outside the city, instead of becoming just a name in the newspapers.

Therefore, the bandits would never receive any leniency. The only fate for them if caught was to be hanged. They could not enter any place except for a few Black Bays for supplies. These people were not only highly skilled and had an excellent understanding of the terrain, but they also had no fear of fighting against noble armies.

"This isn't enough..." The middleman tossed the money pouch onto the table. Bandits were indeed a good option, and he could certainly contact several bandit groups. However, they might not be interested in this small sum.

“I know, this money is just for you to pass on a message.” Marner nodded; he certainly knew that amount of money wouldn’t hire bandits. But if it was just to have this middleman pass on a message, there was no problem.

"That should be enough, but I can't guarantee the outcome."

"It's okay," Marna believed that a few would definitely come. As for how many would come, it would depend on how much of the reputation he had built up during his previous adventures remained.

A few days later, outside the secret camp, several large heavy-duty trucks, which were at least fifty or sixty years old, chugged up and stopped by the roadside. These modified vehicles cannot be judged by their appearance alone; they are much faster than civilian trucks, otherwise, bandits would not be able to make a living.

"Oh, a knight, I'll have to keep this one." The one leading the group wasn't a Kazimierz squirrel, but a Sarkaz, who came up carrying a rusty woodcutter's axe with additional spell attachments on it.

“Uh…” Marna raised the spear in his hand without saying a word, “What I hate most are these pretentious idiots!”

"Clang!" The axe and the spear blade crossed, and the spear shaft rose like a venomous snake, striking his jaw in one blow and knocking the bandit leader to the ground.

"Damn it, it's that trick again!" The middle-aged Sarkaz man got up, rubbing his chin. "That's fucking shameless."

"Can you still fight?" Marna asked, taking off his helmet. "Damn, I knew it was you, you bastard. Where did you steal this outfit from?"

"Stolen? How dare you slander me out of thin air?" Marna's eyes widened in surprise before she calmly replied, "Robbed!"

"Hey, stop messing around. If you could have gotten this thing, I'd probably be a knight commander by now. So, what kind of help are you going to ask us for this time?"

The red-haired bandit leader whistled, and his men, who had been holding their swords drawn, lowered their weapons. It seemed that this man was an old acquaintance of their leader.

"Fight those Ursus people? Help those noble lords?" After hearing Marna's request, the other party looked incredulous. "You bastard, you've sided with them?"

"No," indeed, because he was one of those people, but he was definitely an outcast.

"It's not about helping those noble lords, it's about helping yourselves. With the battlefield here, business won't be good, will it?" That was the truth. If the army can't win, sending troops to the military base and model village with heavy forces around it is suicide.