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"No problem," the village chief said without a second thought. He believed that whatever the farm grew or used to pay wages was fine, especially since it was a great opportunity to allocate land to people like them.

"So how is the rent calculated?"

“Ah, Xia Lin didn’t mention it…” Yelena was taken aback. Although she was now a qualified village girl, capable of working in the fields, harvesting crops, and even driving a tractor, she had never actually dealt with land rent, nor had Xia Lin mentioned it.

"Then... the usual, forty percent?"

"Um, let me ask you something," Yelena said, opening the communicator. "Xia Lin, the village chief is asking how much rent we should charge for the land?"

"Ah, the land rent? No need. Just pay for the seeds and fertilizer." How much can that little output amount to? You know, the landlord class was eliminated because of productivity. The output from the infected's artificial cultivation is so small that collecting 90% of the land rent is meaningless.

Compared to multi-functional agricultural machinery, that output is really a pittance. If he didn't want to be a dedicated driver delivering goods and food to the infected, he wouldn't really want to give them a portion of his land so they could be self-sufficient. Instead, he would have chosen full mechanization and automation.

"By the way, Miss Yelena, the Shield Guards are planning to be stationed here permanently, and we're also recruiting some young people. What do you think..."

The village chief hesitated for a moment before saying, "The Shield Guards have undoubtedly done these infected people a favor."

But the farm that gave them a place to live was more important, so he didn't hesitate to tell the farm people about it.

If there are any conflicts or disagreements between the two sides, at least don't stand against the farm. It's not worth losing a place where the infected can live relatively peacefully because of something like this.

"Xia Lin?"

"It's alright, Ivan is a decent guy, and we do need those people to help us scout out Ursus's movements. Now they're in the same boat as us, sigh."

"Yes, Yelena, ask Ivan and the others if they're interested in applying for security guard positions on the farm. We can train and recruit some security personnel then."

We didn't do this before, firstly because we lacked sufficient military strength to control these people, and secondly because even the landlords didn't have surplus grain.

Chapter Forty-Six: Ten catties of croaker, finely chopped into minced meat.

Chapter 46

Three kilometers away from the farm is an infected settlement. The original shacks have all been replaced by wooden houses, which are now protected by a log wall. There are currently about two to three hundred infected people living here, and the number may increase further over time.

Those infected people who had been scattered around to survive were all converging on this seemingly safe and stable settlement after hearing about it.

In order to build more houses for living and production, the infected even built a logging camp and a small sawmill outside the village to turn the wood brought back by the loggers into planks and fuel.

Upon receiving a notice from the farm instructing them to clear the trees, rocks, and shrubs from the north slope, many of the infected individuals set off without saying a word, carrying their tools.

In addition, Xia Lin was busy clearing large tracts of land near the settlement with bulls for land preparation, fencing, and sowing. During the day, there were hardly any people in the village except for children and a few elderly people.

Young and middle-aged men, and even some strong women, were busy in the fields and on the hillsides. The men were responsible for nailing fences and laying mulch, while the meticulous women carried large baskets to plant cold-resistant potatoes and corn in the pits. The land that had been planted once before was planted with soybeans and peas by Xia Lin, and grape trellises were also built on the edge, in preparation for planting grapes in the summer.

Under normal circumstances, land should first be nourished with legumes, alfalfa, and other similar plants, and then planted with crops that are tolerant of poor soil, such as corn and potatoes.

Next comes wheat, which is relatively tolerant of poor soil, and finally rice, sugar beets, grapes, and other crops that consume a great deal of land.

However, since Xia Lin has plenty of fertilizer, the fermented humus is nutritionally sufficient.

Instead, these plants need to be planted first to conserve water and soil, absorbing some of the excess nutrients before planting other plants.

Otherwise, in eutrophic soil on the snowfield, weeds will definitely grow faster and more abundantly than your crops. They haven't found phosphate mines yet, and herbicides and pesticides can't be produced in large quantities for a while.

Not to mention the infected villagers, even the Yeti squad and the Shield Guard squad, who were resting here and considering training and recruiting new members, were busy in the fields. The former also had to take time to drive away the birds, squirrels and snow rabbits that were waiting to steal the seeds.

"Whoosh!" The axe swiftly cleaved the erected wooden stake in two, then split it horizontally into four pieces of firewood. A large pile of firewood was neatly arranged next to the stake.

Patriot picked up a new piece of wood and placed it on the surface. He then pulled the towel from his shoulder and wiped the snowmelt running down his head. This amount of exercise was neither in the past nor now enough to make him sweat.

But the melting snow from the constantly falling snow always made my head and neck sticky.

"Dad, how's your body adjusting?" Ivan, who had hidden his armor in the cellar and changed into ordinary clothes, patted his cowboy hat with a show of bravado. He looked just like an ordinary Ursus militiaman or sheriff.

As the head of the reconnaissance team, disguise is a basic skill. In fact, the Shield Guards now dress like ordinary people and blend into the villages and towns, looking just like a group of ordinary farmers and farm security guards.

Even if the Ursus Police used drones to investigate, all they could find was that this was an ordinary farm-affiliated town of laborers.

Especially after winter arrives, the infected people wear thick clothes, so the symptoms of infection are not visible.

"It's alright, it's just that I can't quite control my power..." Patriot replied after a moment of silence, "So, what does that farmer think of us?"

“I don’t really see it. He has some sympathy for us and the infected, but not much recognition. He simply doesn’t think the infected are any different from other people. It’s impossible to get his explicit support for us.”

Although they had previously wrecked Ursus's territory, their main purpose was to identify the wreckage and search for something; rescuing Patriot was just a side matter.

"That's enough." Patriots certainly didn't expect the other party to join the Shield Guards or their cause voluntarily, but the best news was that the other party didn't discriminate against the infected and didn't take sides.

"The farm didn't object to our recruitment, but they also wanted to hire a group of security personnel. In comparison, the young people would rather work for the farm than join us."

In other infected communities, joining the snowfield guerrillas meant at least having a meal or making room for family and friends to eat, but it's different here.

Following the guerrillas, running around and fighting for a meager ration, was clearly not appealing to these young men. On the contrary, becoming a farm security guard was much more attractive.

While both sides are risking their lives against Ursus, at least the farm offers enough food, sturdy cover, and good mobility. Don't underestimate anyone; everyone has seen the farm owner's mobile platform. If they can't win, they can always run away.

"So young people are not willing to join us, not because they are afraid of or do not agree with our ideals, but because they have a better future, which is good."

Patriots nodded. Their fighting and bloodshed were for the sake of ensuring that other infected people would not have to fight and bleed, and that they could have a better future. This was the goal that this team had been fighting for all this time.

It is inhumane to drag people into the battlefield simply to replenish their ranks, taking away their hard-won peaceful lives.

Moreover, this peace is currently limited to the few hundred people around the farm, but how many infected people in Ursus are enduring pain, torture, and killing? Tens of thousands!

This doesn't even include infected individuals from other countries. If the Patriots simply wanted to replenish their ranks, they could open any mine and have plenty of infected willing to join them out of hatred and rage, but that wouldn't make a difference.

"However, there are still some people who are willing to join us. They are more eager to take revenge on Ursus. Not everyone desires this peaceful life."

Ivan eventually managed to recruit some people, but they needed to undergo training, both physical and mental.

An army without a firm will is nothing but a rabble. Fortunately, many infected have been drawn to the farm by the news, and not all of them are victims; some are perpetrators. These infected raiders are no better than the Ursus pickets, and driven by hatred, they are even more ruthless.

They simply packaged themselves under some kind of righteous cause, and these people later became the main force of the Reunion Movement. This is also the reason why the Reunion Movement quickly transformed from a team fighting for the legitimate rights of the infected into a group of thugs.

“We can stay here for a while, but not forever…” Patriot said after a moment of silence. It was necessary for the team to rest, replenish their ranks, and repair their equipment. It was rare to have such a stable base where they didn’t have to worry about causing trouble, so it was good to be able to rest for a while.

But they can't stay here forever. As I said before, how many infected people are suffering in Ursus? The guerrillas and the Patriots won't stop until they change this.

"Speaking of which, if we didn't go down to the fields to work, I wouldn't have known that our people were almost completely ignorant of how food is grown." Ivan changed the subject, and when he talked about the Shield Guards working in the fields, it was full of laughs.

"Boss Xia said this is what it means to be out of touch with the people, and that it's no wonder we have almost no support..."

"Oh?"

"But I didn't continue on this topic. Dad, if you've recovered enough, why don't you come and help out? We're even using the kids now."

The guards and the infected were busy and fulfilled. Every day when they got home, they would almost go straight to sleep after dinner. The mountain of seedlings and seeds, covered in bags, needed to be planted before the next blizzard and covered with insulating mulch.

In this way, they can survive and grow vigorously after the spring, and bear sweet fruit in the bountiful summer. Among them, cloudberry seedlings are mass-produced by Xia Lin in the workshop using plant cultivation tanks. These plants, which can live in the Arctic, grow very well among snow and rocks.

“Hmm, sure, but I’ve never held any farm tools except for weapons and shields…” Patriot let out a strange chuckle. “Just don’t mind me causing trouble.”

“None of us have ever used farm tools. Petrenko even pulled up some newly planted seedlings thinking they were weeds, which made Uncle Valentin so angry that his face turned blue. Luckily, not many died. Otherwise, we wouldn’t know how to face them.”

While the Shield Guards and Patriots clumsily helped the Infected manage their farmland, three people were making their way through a sweltering desert on the far eastern coast.

"Captain, are you sure this is the direction of the sea?" The silver-haired, red-eyed girl held a circular saw upside down, looking at the scene distorted by the heatwave. "I feel like we've gone the wrong way?"

"As long as we keep going down, we'll eventually get back to the sea..." The captain looked embarrassed. She had never been on land before and didn't know the way at all. She only knew how to use starlight to find her way.

"There's a scream!" the hunter at the back of the group suddenly said. The other two hunters also heard it. They heightened their senses to the extreme to hear the faintest sounds the sea creatures made as they stirred the water, to feel the water and air currents stirred up by the blades, and to respond appropriately.

"They're terrestrial species, ignore them," the silver-haired girl said indifferently. To the hunters of the deep sea, their affairs were none of the business of these terrestrial species, and vice versa.

"No, they're fighting the Terrorfish. It seems we're not far from the sea." Creatures resembling chrysanthemums with tentacles were thrashing wildly across the ground, their pointed centers spraying venom and spikes in all directions. Several Sarkaz mercenaries suffered severe nerve damage and lay unconscious on the ground, while the rest split up to restrain the creatures and avoid being hit by them.

The mercenaries roared battle cries as they tried to provoke the creatures and lure them toward a nearby rock crab's lair. These monsters had appeared earlier during a downpour; they looked frenzied and violent, attacking any creature they encountered with rage.

"Get out of the way, terrestrial species!" The black spear pierced through the body of the tarantula, lifting it high and cleaving it in two along the long, sword-like spear blade. The girl hooked her leg around the spear shaft and used it as a pivot to kick the other tarantula toward the hunters behind her.

The sword, devoid of any skill or requiring no skill, tore through the flesh of the tarantula. The girl with the fluffy ponytail avoided every drop of the toxic tarantula's blood, while her companion leaped towards another monster.

Without any hesitation, without any mistakes, and without giving the monsters and Sarkaz mercenaries any time to react, all the Terrorfish turned into corpses on the ground, slowly rotting in the sunlight.

Although the deep-sea hunters of Argo possess advanced firearms technology, they rarely use firearms to fight the Terrorfish. The Sealings are not stupid beasts; they are intelligent.

If the Argonauts use firearms against them, the minds of every Sealing are interconnected, and they will quickly evolve tactics and bodies to counter firearms, and they will also begin to use firearms and long-range weapons.

While the Sealings have an overwhelming number of offspring, in close combat, their numbers are ineffective against Deepsea Hunters.

Since each hunter only faces a few sea monsters and dinosaurs at a time, given enough time, they can carefully chop each sea monster and dinosaur into minced meat.

However, once Hai Si begins using ranged weapons, the Deepsea Hunters and Argo will suffer unprecedented heavy losses. A charging Deepsea Hunter will only face attacks from three to five monsters directly in front of him, and an Argo city will only be besieged or surrounded by a limited number of monsters. Each warrior will only need to face attacks from no more than eight monsters.

If the monsters start using bows, crossbows, cannons, and firearms, then each warrior will not only be attacked by a few monsters, but by thousands upon thousands of monsters attacking from both near and far. No matter how skilled these hunters are at dodging and counterattacking, when arrows and bullets cover every inch of space, their fate will be torn to shreds.

However, no one knew how long this advantage could last. The Argonauts had always held the Iberians on land in utter contempt for their boastful behavior. In the captain's words, "Do not give the barbarians weapons." These land-dwelling species simply did not understand the consequences of their actions. Fortunately, there were no Originium stones in the sea.

"Resolved, Captain." "Alright, let's go." The captain had no intention of talking to these land creatures. To the Argonauts, who possessed magnificent and advanced technology, all land creatures were so...savage, backward, and incomprehensible.

Their society is inefficient, their administration is cumbersome and inefficient, and their technology is outdated and ignorant.

They couldn't even escape the influence and use of that mineral, and were incredibly surprised by the machine Argo used that didn't require Originium to power it.

The Argonauts are like humans living among a group of monkeys, responding to the monkeys' chatter with haughty silence, while the monkeys struggle to understand their culture, knowledge, and society.

The Sarkaz mercenaries did not stop them from leaving; mercenaries would not provoke such a powerful and mysterious figure.

However, they were heading north, but the captain seemed to claim they had been heading south.

Similarly, the mercenaries weren't kind enough to give them directions, especially since these women were all incredibly arrogant.

Chapter 47. Bring another ten pounds of Kinder Surprise eggs, and chop them all into minced meat.

Chapter 47

Delicate snowflakes drifted down from the sky and landed in the hunter's palm. The hexagonal ice crystals melted into a drop of cool dew in the hunter's body heat. The hunter clenched his hand and looked at the overcast sky. The voice of his companion came from behind him.

"Captain, what is this?" the silver-haired girl carrying a circular saw asked, pointing to the white residue on the ground. The hunter, who was born in the southern sea, had never seen snow before.

“Ice crystals formed from some kind of water vapor, this shouldn’t be happening…” The captain looked at the sky in silence. She was following the starlight’s guidance and should be heading south. Why would ice crystals appear?

"Should we continue?" the hunter asked. As a relatively inexperienced warrior, she was taciturn and rarely questioned anything, like a machine that obeyed orders. "Continue. If we turn back now, our supplies will be insufficient."

Hunters can go for long periods without food or water, but that doesn't mean they can go without food and water indefinitely. Therefore, they need some supplies, and turning back now is obviously not a good idea.

"Find a town inhabited by land-dwelling people, get supplies, and then head back." This was the only order the captain could give. Argo hadn't responded since they landed, and even with her authority as the Chief Technical Administrator, she couldn't get a reply from her homeland.

Furthermore, she was somewhat worried about the monsters; the previous explosion might have been caused by the illegal use of some powerful weapon by a city in Argo.

Being far enough away, Goredia clearly didn't accurately judge the explosive yield—which could have led to the evolution of those Sealings.

The evolution here doesn't mean that sea creatures will evolve bodies that can withstand the power of explosions or even nuclear explosions. Rather, it means that after recognizing the fragility of flesh and blood, they might actively evolve in the opposite direction, strengthening their brains and research capabilities like humans.