Will the kemonomimi encounter Alien Ranch Story?

The Ursus looted the towns and villages they roamed more thoroughly, since the bandits wouldn't kill everyone—otherwise, what would they eat the following year? But the Ursus didn't care.

This has made business difficult, and a large number of villagers have turned to becoming bandits. These people are even more unruly, which is a real problem facing them.

"And those noble lords are recruiting mercenaries. Guess who they'll target, whether they've reached some kind of agreement with the Ursus or are trying to make up for this expense?"

"Damn it, they're really going to wipe us out completely, leaving no one alive!"

"So, gather your men, and all the reliable bandits you know. Why fight for those masters? Can't you fight for yourself?"

"Hey buddy, you're not one of us here, so this doesn't apply to you..." the bandit leader complained.

"First, not all of them are as easy to talk to as I am. Second, the bandits are all fiercely independent, so who's going to lead them? Third, even if we outnumber them, Ursus is a tough nut to crack. Even if I were willing, my underlings wouldn't allow it. Besides, those spineless towns are easier to conquer than an army!"

"So, which town are you planning to attack? The towns in the rear are heavily fortified, you'd be sending them to their deaths. And on the front lines, you still need to break through the Ursus encirclement, and even then, you're not confident you can defeat the Ursus defenders who can't even force a siege." Marna laid out the facts clearly.

"Perhaps there are some small towns that you could plunder. But ask yourselves honestly, given the ways of those Ursus officers and nobles, do you really think they'll leave you any property to raid?"

"grass!"

"Not to mention you have a whole bunch of competitors waiting for a piece of the pie. Easily targeted targets have already been robbed multiple times. My suggestion is actually helping you out..."

So what are your goals?

"The Ursus supply base, a small supply depot, they were completely unprepared. Just like you said, bandits wouldn't attack an army, but precisely because of that..."

"We're determined to pull this off; they'll never expect it!"

"Just one job, then run. At least that'll be enough to get us through the winter!"

"And what about you? What's your purpose or what benefits do you get?" Wild bandits don't believe in loyalty or friendship. Friendships can only be used as a stepping stone. To survive in the wild, they can only talk about naked interests.

“I want 20%, to support the people on my side…” The chief glanced at the villagers behind Marna, who were mostly women and children, and nodded slightly without showing any emotion. “20% is more than enough. However, since you made the suggestion and you took the lead, there is still room for negotiation.”

"Of course, you have military service experience and know the distribution of their hidden and mobile sentries?"

Upon hearing this, Marna knew the other party was interested. As for the so-called "only one job"? Heh... a wolf that has tasted blood will no longer be a wild dog.

"What are the specific goals?"

"That will have to wait until you've contacted enough people. But at least five or six hundred people will be enough, preferably all of them veteran brothers who have seen bloodshed."

"Hmm, that's a bit difficult, but if what you're saying is true, it's not impossible. One last question: who will take the lead?"

“I know none of you are willing to submit to anyone else, so why don’t I take the lead? Besides, since I provided the intelligence, it’s only natural for me to take the lead, right?”

"That's not necessarily true..."

"Then let's have a one-on-one fight, that's the rule of bandits," Marna nodded, "unless you're not even following the rules of bandits anymore."

“Uh…” the red-haired leader sighed, “Those people are not as easy for me to deal with. You’d better be prepared.”

"no problem……"

"By the way, my name is Sand Scorpion. Don't you dare pretend to forget every time."

"You bandits change your code names every two weeks on average, who the hell can remember them?!"

"If you're not changing your codename, are you planning to go to the 'observation platform' to enjoy the breeze?" The so-called observation platform refers to the highest point outside the mobile town—the place where the gallows are hung.

Basically, seasoned bandits change their titles after each heist, and a significant portion of their crew consists of cannon fodder casually recruited from impoverished rural areas. This helps to distract the enemy and confuse their target.

"Then don't expect me to remember your dynamic code names, my memory isn't that good..." Marna shrugged, indicating that he shouldn't be expected to do this stupid thing.

"Damn it, if I could beat you, you bastard, I'd shove your head down the toilet and then play this on repeat in your ear a thousand times!"

"No thanks, I'm not interested in your favorite food." The bandits burst into laughter.

These people are no pushovers; their hands have shed just as much innocent blood as those of the Ursus people. However, under these circumstances, they are indeed a group of overlooked but highly capable fighters.

They are audacious and fearless of death, driven by sufficient profit. Their only problem is that they are easily antagonized by noblemen—however, Marna is already a thorn in the side of the traditional nobility and is not afraid at all.

Meanwhile, at the Pegasus Knights' camp, Nearl and the veterans were conducting intensive training on these weak-willed rookies. These included disillusioned noble sons, urban citizens, artisans, unemployed infected, and competitive knights.

They joined this small rebel army in Nearl because of the Pegasus family's appeal and reputation, but their purposes were different: the gladiators and noblemen were after merit.

They were all second sons who could not inherit their family titles or impoverished nobles. They longed to gain enough merit in this war to become new nobles. For impoverished nobles and unsuccessful second sons of noble families, war was a carnival, just like World War I on Earth, where groups of people rushed into the battlefield.

Unemployed infected people are simply trying to make a living. However, given their better reputation, Nearl is unlikely to use them as cannon fodder.

So here they are. Their loyalty is somewhat higher than that of the infected soldiers under other nobles, but it is not higher than their loyalty to their livelihood.

In other words, if captured or if Ursus offers a more favorable price, these infected will immediately betray Nearl; their impoverished lives leave them no room for loyalty to the death.

The purposes of the urban class and artisans were even more diverse. Some, like the nobles, intended to use their achievements to transcend their class.

Some were refugees, just trying to make a living; others came from towns and cities ravaged and plundered by Ursus, driven simply by anger and hatred.

The young students, on the other hand, were too naive. Driven by passion and a thirst for excitement, they joined the war, chasing after the banner and honor of the Nearl family, believing that they too could become the next Pegasus Knight.

However, in any case, the banner of the Linguang family was indeed useful, bringing together all sorts of strange and unusual people from all walks of life under its banner.

If we disregard military skills, this small army is indeed fully equipped.

They have their own transportation and logistics, their own machinery manufacturing and maintenance capabilities, professional craftsmen to take care of their weapons and armor, warhorses, professional veterans and instructors, experienced squad commanders, and are not lacking in morale.

The only problem is that almost everyone from top to bottom lacks experience and awareness. Apart from a dozen or so veteran soldiers, most of them are experiencing a real battlefield for the first time in their lives, and they don't have the mental awareness to be blown up by artillery or swept into pieces by machine guns.

Even though their initial battle was barely passable—with the exception of one soldier who fell off his horse and was trampled to death by his own men, there were no other fatalities, resulting in relatively good morale and psychological state among the troops—it would be difficult for such a force to sustain itself for long.

Therefore, Linguang had to start training ahead of schedule, trying to give them more psychological preparation and leeway to cope with the increasingly arduous war career ahead. Inevitably, some would fall behind, while others would be tempered and become new backbone.

Lin Guang himself was unaware of this, or perhaps he was aware but simply unwilling to think about it.

If she were to be defeated and killed in a battle, she would become the new hero of Kazimierz, and the Nearl family would be propelled to a new pinnacle of glory.

If she truly triumphs all the way, like that Gallic saint, then she will no longer be a hero, but a traitor and rebel even more despicable than Ursus.

If you possess a powerful army capable of confronting the Ursus Empire, and you have sufficiently loyal and courageous officers, you will earn the people's favor during the long war due to your noble character and strict military discipline.

If all of this is based on yourself, rather than on the nation of Kazimir or its ruling class, then you are only one step away from becoming the Queen of the New Kazimir Kingdom—do you want to do it?

At that time, either Lin Guang will be crowned Queen and become the ruler of the new kingdom, and then, as is customary, she will recruit those who surrender and rebel, and establish a country that is different from the past, but not significantly different.

Either become the most thorough rebel, completely plow through the entire Kazimir region like Kazdel, and establish a completely new country, but this path is excessively difficult.

They either remained loyal to their country or were unwilling to plunge peace-loving people into war with an even more horrific civil war.

The second path is not so easy; it depends on the current ruling class in Qazimir being the kind of...

Well, that's the level of Chiang Kai-shek's leadership—enough to make everyone willing to welcome the invaders or be engulfed in war, but still resist to the very end.

However, if they did not do so, from the ruler's perspective, Lin Guang's status would be no different from that of the Gallic saints, and false accusations, betrayal, and burning at the stake would be the only outcome.

Unless she realizes this along the way and chooses the first or second path for her own and her family's lives and honor.

[PS]

This time it wasn't a cat, it was a mouse, and not one of ours, but one from the cement factory dormitory behind. But we're all in the same boat…_（:з」∠）_;

This is the third time; the first two times it was a cat, and this time it's a mouse...

Chapter 80 Humanitarian Aid

Chapter 80

“Another Gallic saint…” The Doctor put down the documents in his hand and looked at Kal'tsit. “How much surplus supplies do we have left?”

“We still have a lot of emergency supplies, but not much regular supplies.” Kal’tsit opened the tablet in her hand. According to the summer harvest statistics, Kazdel’s situation was not ideal. The previous war delayed spring planting, which has led to a tight supply of food and other supplies in the country. “I’m afraid it will be difficult to squeeze out resources for aid.”

"But we need people." Kazimierz has a large population struggling in pointless famine and calamity, which is a huge waste.

"Excuse my bluntness, but the population problem in the newly concessioned areas in the north has not yet been resolved."

Letania assumed that the locals would either resist the new invaders or that the Kazdels would collude with them.

In fact, after Talulah took a trip there, the local middle class had no objections at all.

As for the lower classes—just kidding, Kazdel's rations are much better than those of both sides in Leu before.

However, there are still a lot of things to be done, such as the establishment of local governing bodies, the merger of various autonomous villages and production organization, and, crucially, the region also needs to invest a lot of resources and manpower. "To be honest, we have reached the limit in accepting refugees. We are short of manpower, supplies and everything else."

"Hmm, what about obsolete weaponry?"

"Ok?"

"Give some of what Letania left behind to Kazimierz. Oh, and send a portion to Ursus as well."

"You'll offend both sides by doing this..."

“However, it can turn the Kazimierz Plain into a new mill…” and the flesh and blood produced will be consumed by Kazdel and the Gauls. “Besides, the Gauls are very nostalgic for the era of the Holy Maiden.”

Unfortunately, the Gauls' betrayal of the saint resulted in a crushing defeat in the War of the Three Emperors, with the entire country being divided into three parts. Perhaps some of the Gaulish nobles could be sold for a good price. However, ordinary people had no such option and could only endure the humiliation of being second-class citizens.

"Isn't she a foreigner?"

"Isn't that even better?" the doctor laughed. There's a classic joke about Gaul here too—a foreigner and a woman combined is simply an invincible characteristic.

"Are you kidding me?"

"We're going to have to aid the Gallic Dominion anyway, so what difference does it make?"

“That’s true, but our food supplies are indeed running low. Our reserves are almost empty, and the newly harvested summer grain is just enough for our needs, especially considering our grain trade agreement with the Great Yan…”

The war had a significant impact on Letania, Kazdal, and Victoria, but the good news is that the production capacity of these three countries was not actually damaged too much.

After all, apart from the Gallic Restoration Army and guerrillas, there was no large-scale war on Letania's own soil.

With manpower finally freed up to complete spring planting, the summer harvest was barely secured, preventing a major famine. However, neighboring Kazimir was truly facing a famine.

The bad news is that, apart from Victoria which may be relatively healthier, the other two have run out of stock. Kazdale's regular stock is completely depleted, but there is still some in the emergency relief stockpile, enough to live on, so we should at least be frugal.

Leitania had exhausted its last reserves, and the newly harvested grain had to support the needs of the northern battlefield. It not only had to tighten its belt, but also had to further develop substitutes.

For example, dandelion roots were used instead of coffee, tree roots and sawdust were mixed into black bread, and even fuel was used sparingly.

"I never imagined that even our production would run into a food shortage," the doctor complained. He had thought everything was settled, but the costs of fighting were far beyond his expectations.

To sustain a war with a smaller population and lower average quality, it is necessary to maximize logistical support.

Otherwise, too many of these technical soldiers would die; they don't have the foundation of an old empire like Letania.

Leitania lost a fleet, and the only constraint on their new fleet was the capacity of their shipyards, not the inability to find qualified crew and mechanics. For Kazdel, however, it was a loss of a fleet.

Putting aside the question of when the ships will be replaced, it's unclear where to find another batch of mechanics and crew members, whom we've painstakingly trained from a large group of illiterate people and nomads.

Although the compulsory education law has been implemented, the coverage of schools and the speed of learning will still take time. Theoretically, if the war is delayed for 10 years, the Doctor can hold down the Leitanian hammer with one hand. However, if the war is delayed for 10 years, all plans will fall behind.