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Of course, it's hard to say about the specific wearing experience. Xia Lin herself didn't understand which was more expensive, industrially produced plant fiber or high-end synthetic fiber.

However, since he couldn't buy the special fabric, he still purchased a considerable amount of high-end fabric in Springstown to make uniforms for himself, Yelena, and the future farm security guards.

Other infected individuals were forced to use synthetic fibers and vacuum gel fillings—materials not originally designed for clothing—to create their coats and bedding.

Its warmth and insulation are indeed top-notch, but its breathability and comfort are extremely poor.

In the past, they had no choice; they were lucky to have any. Now that they have some surplus food and money, they naturally don't need to be stingy with themselves when it comes to basic necessities like food, clothing, housing, and transportation.

In addition to various fabrics and even scarves, Maxim also brought some inexpensive jewelry and ornaments, as well as snacks that children like.

Since the farm's tools were quite sophisticated, he didn't bring those inferior farm implements and tools this time, but instead brought various household appliances.

For example, refrigerators, ovens, radios, and so on. Xia Lin even found a Taiwanese arcade game machine that was like an antique among antiques.

It must be said that after their basic living needs were met, the infected people's demand was still very strong. The seven or eight small refrigerators they brought were sold out in less than an hour. Food was extremely scarce on the snowfield, and large amounts of food could only be planted and harvested in autumn and summer each year.

Refrigerators can ensure that the hunted meat can be kept until the winter when the temperature drops sharply, instead of having to be eaten in the fall to avoid spoilage—pickled meat is certainly an option, but salt isn't cheap either.

Then there's the oven. Before, everyone ate stew and porridge, so there was no need for one. Now that the harvest is bigger, an oven is a must. Xia Lin is even considering whether to buy one. The farm's oven is for the use of "mini colonies." To put it bluntly, it can bake enough bread for a maximum of 10 people at a time.

He currently has about twenty trainee or part-time security guards under his command. Although there is no need to build a canteen for them to eat together yet, it is only a matter of time, even if it is for the sake of team cohesion and a sense of belonging.

In addition, Maxim brought some seasonings and food ingredients, such as cream and butter, which the farm could not produce at the moment, and Xia Lin simply bought them all at once.

"This place is really nice. Why not build a boundary marker and hire some messengers to help with natural disasters? That way, more caravans can be attracted to trade here."

The goods Maxim brought sold out at an astonishing speed. While quickly calculating the accounts and loading the potatoes, cheap wine, and homemade wild apple sauce he had bartered onto the car, he asked curiously.

"Because there's no need for that right now, our current output isn't high enough, and we're planning to organize our own commercial transport." "Then we'd better be careful; the bandits on the wasteland are no easier to deal with than those crows of the Empire."

"I know..." Xia Lin remained noncommittal, but she was indeed considering making some modifications and reinforcements to the vehicles used for future commercial transportation.

Neither he nor the Patriots' guerrillas could serve as long-term escorts and security personnel, so maintaining the safety of the transport route was an essential task.

However, most bandits are after money, not risking their lives. After a few bad experiences, they naturally learned to avoid tough targets and not to target vehicles marked with farm signs.

The mobile trading post continued northward along the farm road. The potatoes, liquor, and jams traded here fetched quite good prices for the settlements in the harsh northern lands. Furthermore, the northern wastelands had more Originium mines, yielding more processed and easily marketable Originium and Red Gold—simply put, the profits were greater.

"Eat, then get back to work." After the transaction was completed, it was almost time for dinner. The infected chef at the camp had prepared a simple meal for the construction site: chopped animal meat and cleaned offal cooked with rice into a thick meat porridge, along with large chunks of roasted potatoes, roasted onions, and a large bowl of mushroom soup. That was all the food.

Of course, Xia Lin and Yelena did not eat at the camp. They had their own kitchen and could cook more refined food. The other infected people did not have any objections to this. It is called friendship when the boss and employees eat and live together. In some cases, it can also be called a show. Choosing to eat separately is their duty.

Besides, the food at the logistics camp and the ingredients for the private kitchen are all provided by the boss. Since everyone is eating his food, they have no right to express any opinions.

After getting their meals, the temporary workers gathered together, chatting about all sorts of trivial matters as they ate. Soon, the topic turned to Yelena and Xia Lin. "What race do you think Boss Xia is? I always felt that he should be a nobleman from the south."

"Nobility? How could that be? Those lords look down on everyone. Boss Xia can do the work of two people in the fields. Have you ever seen a nobleman working in the fields?"

Patriot ate silently without making a sound. Theoretically speaking, as a former high-ranking general of Ursus, he was also a nobleman. Now, he was not only working in the fields but also carrying bricks on a construction site.

However, labor is indeed a good way for people to understand themselves. Patriot had been thinking about why Xia Lin thought they couldn't succeed because they had never worked in the fields, and now he roughly understood some of it.

The farm's tools were very sophisticated, but even so, given his physique and strength, pulling the steel plow by hand was noticeably tiring.

Although it wasn't considered strenuous, if you factored in the physique and nutrition of an ordinary farmer, you can imagine how tiring and arduous it would be.

And this is just farmland; it doesn't even include the vast amount of things that follow. People at the bottom of society have to do everything they can to survive, and the things they can offer to share with others are extremely limited.

“If their lives cannot be changed, it is impossible to expect them to treat infected people with a level of compassion that is above their own, even if that is the right thing to do.”

Patriot looked around at the people who showed none of the usual sense of panic and uncertainty that infected people often have.

"And expecting the infected to be aware of their situation seems unrealistic... They don't even have any hope..."

These infected individuals exhibited the same national virtues as any Ursus person: straightforwardness, enthusiasm, courage, and resilience. They also maintained considerable friendliness towards strangers, a stark contrast to their initial indifference.

"Dad, what are you thinking about?"

"Think about our future path," Patriot said, lowering his head to continue eating. He now felt that the root of the conflict between infected and normal people probably did not lie in Oripathy itself.

It lies in something deeper, but we can't quite see what those deeper things are yet.

However, it doesn't matter. The Snowfield Guerrilla will once again begin recruiting, training, and absorbing new members, and will once again launch attacks on Ursus's various outposts, mines, and concentration camps.

At that time, he will devote some energy to carefully observing those infected people who were previously simply considered "protected" and "to be saved," and he will also think more carefully about the behavior of ordinary people who were previously considered simply "indifferent" and "rejected."

“I’m not talking about that kind of aristocracy, I’m talking about the real kind of aristocracy, don’t you think?”

"What kind of true nobles? Could it be that all those officers we've met were fake?"

His companions scoffed. Hadn't they seen enough of the nobles' behavior before? Let alone seeing an infected person, they would hold their noses and stay far away from ordinary civilians.

"I'm talking about the kind of true aristocracy described in books. You see, Boss Xia is definitely learned, right? Even the most skilled farmer in our village doesn't know as much about farming as he does..."

"That's true." Farmers are very pragmatic; whoever can lead them to grow more crops becomes the leader, the head of the village.

Especially the land, seeds, and tools provided by others—in a normal Ursus village, he felt no one would object to him becoming mayor.

"Does pity count?"

"Nonsense, if Boss Xia doesn't count as having mercy, then what does? Varian visiting the widow's house?"

"Hey, let's chat, no need for personal attacks!"

"As for other etiquette and such, we don't know much about it, but based on what's described in books about aristocratic spirit, Mr. Xia should almost perfectly embody it..."

“Hmm…that makes sense!” Even some of the shield guards nodded in agreement, indicating that it did indeed align with the noble spirit portrayed in the propaganda. Although most of the shield guards thought it might be because he was too well-fed and unaware of the hardships of ordinary people, he seemed to have never experienced any setbacks or suffered any losses at the hands of unruly commoners.

"Compared to that, I'm more concerned about the relationship between Miss Yelena and Boss Xia. Are they father and daughter?"

"Probably not, she could be an adopted daughter. However, Miss Yelena is more..."

What do you want?

"They should feel a bit cold and unapproachable..."

"How would you like to get closer to me..."

"Of course... um?" The person who spoke turned around and saw the white rabbit with a gun on its back looking at him with a gloomy expression.

I was just going back to have a meal when I came out and heard people talking about me behind my back. Have these guys been too busy lately, so they're just gossiping?

Xia Lin had indeed never suffered any losses at the hands of troublemakers, for two reasons. One was that those idle troublemakers would not be chosen by the Shield Guards to be placed on the farm, and the other was that they were worried that those with too much hooliganism would cause a rift with Xia Lin.

Secondly, Yelena discovered and dealt with the newly emerging troublemakers and petty schemers.

Unlike Xia Lin, who grew up in a wealthy and stable society, she had seen all sorts of things growing up in a mine. After hanging or even driving away a few guys who had just enjoyed a few good days and started trying to take more than their share, and even trying to incite others to overthrow the farm, the number of such people had decreased significantly.

"Hurry up and finish eating, then get back to work. We still have training this afternoon!" Yelena kicked the guy in the back and pouted. "Honestly, you're all so lazy when you're working, but you're full of energy when you're eating and chatting."

"Yes, yes, yes, we'll get to work right away after we finish eating." The people who were kicked also laughed. Although Yelena seemed a bit cold and difficult to get along with, she was actually a nice person. She was just not very friendly to lazy people and troublemakers.

Yelena inspected the settlement and logistics camp, then gathered the Yeti team after they finished eating to begin new training, a plan she had obtained from Ivan.

Although Ivan didn't quite approve of it, considering that they were still eating his food, he eventually gave them some basic training methods and also took on the role of instructors for the Yetis.

After all, he knew that they had caused such a big incident before. Ursus's silence was not because they were all dead, but quite the opposite; they were afraid of losing even more face, so they kept everything out of the public eye.

Therefore, if the Yeti team remains the same simple hunter group that relies on equipment and familiarity with the terrain to deal with the upcoming crisis, they will die very quickly.

The destruction of the farm by Ursus would not be in the interests of the Shield Guard and the Snowfield Guerrilla. Who knows when they will be able to find a new, trustworthy supply point and a suitable base?

So now, the Yeti Squad and Yelena are undergoing standard Ussat Special Reconnaissance Brigade training, including infiltration, disguise, mountain warfare, tactical coordination, and various other necessary skills.

These guys don't really need to worry about things like wilderness survival, but they can't learn skills like ambush, assassination, stealth, or even theft, sabotage, and mechanical repair anywhere.

Xia Lin's side couldn't come up with any qualified training program for ground troops. It wasn't that the Star Alliance didn't have ground troops, but rather that the Star Alliance didn't have a single person in its ground forces. There were plenty of top-notch gamers in the army, but not a single one who could carry 70 or 80 kilograms of equipment and be proficient in ground tactical operations.

He certainly couldn't access or obtain the Covenant special forces' training methods, and even if he did, they would be useless to Yelena and the Yeti Squad.

Special forces training is designed based on tactical requirements and equipment—for the locals, even if Xia Lin could obtain the relevant training equipment, facilities, and training manuals, these would still be "skills for slaying dragons."

To be honest, Ivan did this not without the idea of ​​recruiting some good recruits from these Yeti squads.

However, they were not very interested in the Shield Guards, but instead showed great loyalty and identification with Yelena, rendering Ivan's recruitment efforts futile.

Patriots was not surprised at all; the reason these young people in the Yeti Squad were willing to train seriously and trust Yelena was simply because they were all infected.

Moreover, Yelena did not discriminate against them because their families lived peaceful lives on the farm.

They are training for their families and future, and are willing to sacrifice their lives and fight to the death for this peaceful life.

But expecting them to abandon their lives and fight for complete strangers is not only impossible, but at least when the two paths conflict, they will definitely not choose the latter.

However, this is not necessarily a bad thing. A team with a high level of willpower, action and combat effectiveness in defending their homeland and current life is very helpful in consolidating the security of this base or supply point.

Moreover, Patriot believed that the gentry of Ursus would definitely be able to force these people, including Xia Lin and the others, into the infected camp with considerable efficiency and probability—he didn't understand the lower classes, but Xia Lin did.

Xia Lin doesn't understand the nobles and bureaucrats of Ursus, but he does!

Chapter 53 Stand users are attracted to each other.

Chapter 53

"So, Captain, are you sure this is the direction of the sea?" The somewhat neurotic silver-haired girl stood on a pile of corpses, gazing at the distant snowfield. "Why do I feel like we're going in the opposite direction?"

"I don't know either..." Goredia was also a little confused. Could it be that she had a hidden talent for directions? She could find the right direction at first, but then she would end up in some unknown place.

"Well, we're going south for a while, then north for a while, but mostly north..."

Skadi untied the hair tie, letting her silver hair fall loose, allowing the bloodstains to slowly collect and drip from the ends of her smooth hair.

The hunter's fur won't get wet or stick together, making it an ideal tool for creating visual obscuring and distraction when fighting in the sea.

“Okay, Skadi, you’ll lead the way from now on.” Goredia finally gave up on continuing to guide the way herself. As a Technologist, she was now a little unsure whether her skills would work on the ground.

"I have a feeling that the further north I go, the more terror fish there seem to be..." The ghost shark slowly calmed down from its bloodthirsty instincts. As a shark, the Floating Lotus Seed can always get excited and enter a fighting state faster than any hunter after smelling blood, even if the bloody smell is only a tiny molecular weight spreading in the air.

She can become suddenly excited by bloodshed from kilometers or even tens of kilometers away, which makes her seem a bit neurotic to most normal people, and she will suddenly enter a state of high fighting spirit from time to time.

"Yes, indeed, perhaps we were lured by Hai Si..." Hunters and monsters are always attracted to each other, just like Stand users. Hai Si and the Terrorfish are attracted by the hunter's blood, wanting to rescue their compatriots trapped in this shell, while the hunter's blurred senses, which have been modified, are also attracted by Hai Si, wanting to crush, tear, and shred them all.

"It's a bit troublesome that a marine creature has ventured this deep into the land."

Goredia sighed. These things were indeed very troublesome, although she didn't know why Argo didn't want the Sealings to come ashore.

But if those science officials and scientists all think this won't work, there must be a reason.

“Then we’d better pick up the pace.” With that in mind, Goredia gave up on correcting her steps and route and began to follow her instincts.

Hunters and monsters are one. The monster, cast ashore, instinctively calls for help from its brethren. The hunters sense this call, and regardless of whether their reason agrees, their bodies and instincts forcefully steer them toward the lonely monster. Hunters and monsters are always drawn to each other!

While the hunters trekked on their way, another group of hunters were also searching for something in the woods. They were quite a distance from the farm, and the mountains were high and the forests dense. They could only walk across the snow-covered slopes covered with rocks, and walk among the trees that looked like sharp halberds, guided by the faint moisture in the air, in search of something.

"Pfft!" From within the snowdrift, a monster covered in gray and white patterned camouflage armor suddenly sprang up, opening its crocodile-like mouth to bite the hunter. "Bang!" A lead bullet pierced its eye accurately, turning its entire head into a lump of flesh.