Will the kemonomimi encounter Alien Ranch Story?

“Miss, have something to eat…” Talulah looked at the roasted potato offered to her, shook her head slightly, and continued to stare at the ground in front of her. She hadn’t been idle these past few days, trying to persuade the infected to go to the safer north to avoid Ursus’s extermination, but with little success.

The difficulty of leaving one's homeland stems not only from the emotional difficulty of accepting sudden changes, but also from the fact that leaving one's familiar environment entails bearing unusual risks.

This is especially evident on the ice fields, where people leave behind the barely cultivated land and head to the even harsher north.

Leaving aside how long it would take to cultivate the land there, it would be impossible to even take all those bottles and jars with us.

In contrast, staying put with a sense of complacency, hoping that one's settlement will not be discovered by the Ursus army or the mobs, is a more "cost-effective" approach.

“We don’t have much food left. I don’t need to fight. You can eat…” Talulah looked at the guards beside her and gave a forced smile. “Sigh—” The guard captain sighed and sat back down.

Although this ducal lady's thoughts were naive and childish, she was kind-hearted and held rather beautiful ideals.

Although no one knows how long this ideal's brilliance will last, let's cherish every day we can protect it.

No one understands better than those in the darkest hell how hard-won this light is, even if it will eventually be extinguished in the face of cruel reality.

“I’ve made up my mind!” Talulah seemed to have made up her mind. “Since they are unwilling to leave, then we will stay too. If we can’t run away, then we will fight back.”

"Rely on those infected people?"

"Ursus will not commit too many military forces to the snowfield. At most, they will consolidate their current defenses and attack the large settlements. They will not send more forces deep into the snowfield jungle to clear out the small settlements. We still have a chance."

"Uh..." Ursus really wouldn't deploy too many troops for guerrilla warfare, so they indirectly handed the job over to the infected guerrillas.

They are numerous, familiar with the terrain, and, given that they cannot attack large settlements protected by mobile fortresses, these guys, who are different from thugs, have a veneer of righteousness and know exactly what they would do to obtain supplies and manpower.

Furthermore, if they do not want their organization to expand endlessly and drastically increase their supply needs, forcing them to fight large settlements and the well-rested Ursus regular army, their methods will become increasingly brutal until they completely destroy the "hearts and minds" of the infected in this generation.

Unless these guerrilla groups are the kind with ideals, perseverance, and productivity, capable of organizing productive bases on the snowy plains of Ursus.

Otherwise, these guerrillas who seem to be fighting desperately for the infected will become the sharpest blade in the Duke of Ursus's hand, slashing at their own people.

They can even be induced to purge dissidents and eliminate the forces of political enemies. After all, there are very few guerrilla groups like the CCP in the world. Most people lose the support of the people by turning themselves into thugs and terrorists.

Guerrilla warfare that loses popular support is nothing more than bandit suppression, which is exactly the effect Duke Koschche wants. He has also prepared the best banner to take in these thugs and infected people: Talulah, who is trying to stay and organize the local infected settlements to resist.

"In that case, I have checkmate in this game..." Black Serpent moved the pieces on the chessboard, his gaze passing through the empty chair opposite him and looking towards the direction of Saint-Gobain Castle. "Now, do you intend to force a draw or concede defeat, my dear Your Majesty..."

He was the referee on both sides, so the battle was completely in his hands, and consequently the entire situation in the north was under his control.

It seems to be completely "dying," but it remains to be seen how that self-proclaimed brilliant monarch will respond.

Thinking of this, Black Serpent revealed a smug smile. Ever since the evil spirit of the Tower of Babel was seriously injured and disappeared, no one had put any pressure on him in the game of chess. That little emperor who thought he was a master was just struggling in his death throes.

Kal'tsit stood on the balcony of the medical station with her arms crossed, watching the "trailer" summoned by the warriors who called themselves Yetis. It was a huge steel beast, almost the size of an Ursus land assault ship, with four tracks that could leave deep marks on the frozen ground.

With the help of the Yeti and the farm laborers, six carbon nanotube ropes and two metal chains were attached to the back of the behemoth. "Alright, the cargo is on its way."

Yelena climbed out of the cockpit, turned her head to check the condition of the grappling hook. She didn't quite trust the automatic detection interface, nor did she understand it very well, so she could only use this cumbersome method of manual visual confirmation.

"Let's go!" The bull pulled Kal'tsit's medical station with ease, as if it were just a trailer attached to the back of a vehicle. It gradually accelerated across the plains, and the snow mist it kicked up almost completely engulfed the patrol vehicles traveling on both sides.

Soon, they arrived at the parking lot near the solar collector. Several workers were laying planks on the crisscrossing carbon fiber beams. It was an open-air parking lot used to park Yeti patrol vehicles and farm security vehicles, as well as two tractors and a modified Hercules tank. It looked like some kind of field camp.

The area was surrounded by roadblocks made of sandbags. The makeshift living quarters served as the barracks for the Yeti team and the security department. An open-air restaurant made of tarpaulins and wooden poles appeared to be serving meals, with many men and women in snow camouflage uniforms queuing up with lunchboxes.

Due to the nature of symbiotes and combat, the Covenant has very little difference between men and women, with the ratio in the military being close to the natural male-to-female ratio of about 1:0.8.

In reality, this is because male soldiers make up the majority of the army's engineering and special forces; otherwise, the navy would prefer to recruit female soldiers who are more composed and resilient.

This trait also affected Xia Lin's recruitment strategy, as she didn't care about the gender or even age of the infected individuals.

So Kal'tsit saw several fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys and girls laughing and playing around in the group.

Since Kal'tsit's medical station, though small, is located on a high level, it cannot be accessed through the parking lot and can only be temporarily parked outside.

"Where's Lao Xia?" Yelena looked around but couldn't see Xia Lin. Didn't he ask us to bring this medical station and the people here? How come he's gone as soon as we got back?

“Boss Xia is still on the tower. There’s a problem over there…” Skadi pointed to the distant solar tower with her spoon while holding her lunchbox. “The system of the electronically controlled smart reflector has a problem. He went to fix it. It seems that Terra experienced a focusing failure due to incorrect celestial parameters, which caused the steam pressure to drop sharply and trigger the auxiliary motor alarm.”

"Uh..." The white rabbit gave a look that seemed to say, "What are you talking about?" But it was generally understood that there was a problem with the giant mirror field and the power tower.

“Solar energy…” Kelshido looked at the reflectors behind the barbed wire wall across the road. They were arranged so neatly and densely, like some kind of crop, that they gathered the heat of the sun onto the heat collection tubes, heating the liquid heat medium inside to form high-pressure steam that drives the turbine to generate electricity.

"No solar panels needed?"

"Hmm?" Skadi looked at Kal'tsit. "You know this too?" It seems that the captain's previous statement that land people were contemptible and unintelligent, a bunch of technological barbarians, was biased. She's only been here a few days, and she's already met someone who knows these technologies.

Could it be because land dwellers, forced to move their cities around, live like nomads?

Therefore, they had very few wise men, but not none at all; otherwise, who would have invented those mobile cities?

"There are photovoltaic panels, over at the antenna tower. However, the heat collection tower here is mainly used for heating. The circulated cooling water flows into the greenhouse through the irrigation canal to heat the soil, melt the permafrost below, and maintain the temperature of the plant roots, just like hot spring cultivation."

"Hmm...very...unique and advanced technology." Kal'tsit nodded; the owner of this place did indeed seem to have something special about him.

Could he also be another "immortal," only with a very unique and systematic technique that is quite different from ours?

"Is it advanced?" Skadi was taken aback. It's not advanced at all. Solar heat is used to generate electricity, the hot water is used to heat the residents, and then the water that has been cooled to about 30 degrees Celsius is used to flow into the irrigation canal to maintain the soil temperature. It's a recycling system that anyone can think of.

The current electricity pressure is not high, and Xia Lin really doesn't want to manually build high-voltage transmission lines and then assume a long-distance high-voltage transmission network to utilize the huge electrical energy of the scattered solar farms and connect them to the grid. At least he doesn't plan to do this until the population and electricity consumption under his command meet the requirements and he finds a professional power grid expert.

Now that professional power grid teams have arrived, they can still upgrade and salvage the system. After all, most of the power plants are small substations and transmission stations, and there are only a few large electricity consumers. With some effort, things can be sorted out.

However, if you were to include the entire high-voltage, residential, and industrial voltage networks, along with the ultra-high-voltage transmission network, even a professional team would likely only be able to offer one piece of advice: "Don't touch this 'shit mountain' (a metaphor for a massive, unsightly area). If you must touch it, just blow it up and start over..."

Of course, this is all on the premise that the power grid I'm thinking of hasn't been destroyed before the professional team arrives. Xia Lin personally estimates that the latter is more likely, considering that this system has already been destroyed several times before it has stabilized somewhat.

The main problem is that Terra's mechanical equipment and the Covenant's voltage are not the same. That's fine, we can just use them separately and centrally. The Covenant also has modular automatic power supply ports.

The problem is that no one can tell him why the equipment produced in Terra also has its own operating frequency and voltage. The three lawnmowers bought from Springstown have four operating voltages and five operating frequencies, which is something Xia Lin never expected.

The main reason is that the output of the Originium Engine is very unstable, which causes most of Terra's devices to be compatible with several strange frequencies and voltages. To Xia Lin, an amateur electrician, they are basically mountains of crap, and he doesn't even know where to start modifying them. It's really a wonder that the people of Terra can use them smoothly and even innovate.

"It's fixed. There was a problem with the parameters. This thing actually has two moons, and the second one's orbit is synchronized with the planet's rotation. I can't see it at all here. I don't understand why this thing would affect my solar collector. I didn't miscalculate the orbital changes and the angle of sunlight."

Xia Lin grumbled as she descended the elevator. This place was truly eerie. Hopefully, after readjusting the parameters using the empirical formula, there wouldn't be any more problems.

"You're the doctor they were talking about? Um, are the cat ears on your head real?"

This was the first time Xia Lin had ever seen a cat head. Although she had seen bunny heads, bear heads, and Patriot's deer head before, this was the first time she had seen a cat head.

“Yes… I’m curious, what race are you? Argo?” Kal’tsit was also curious about Xia Lin’s race, because he looked like Skadi, without animal ears, which made him seem abnormal among a group of Terrans.

"No, I heard from the Yeti and the others that you came to the Ice Plains to study Oripathy. What were the results?"

Xia Lin changed the subject. This was the reason he had Kal'tsit brought over. He himself had some knowledge of Oripathy, and since he had finally captured a native expert, he naturally wanted to exchange ideas and share information.

After all, since Oripathy can occur in humans, it can also occur in animals, and he plans to raise animals on a large scale in the future.

Whether it's pigs, cattle, horses, sheep, or chickens, if they are raised in a concentrated, large-scale manner, the chances of disease and epidemics will increase exponentially with the increase in scale.

It's perfectly normal for a qualified agricultural technician to have some research and interest in diseases that may infect livestock and animals. He has not only studied formal veterinary medicine, but also plant diseases and related treatments, and even has some knowledge of insects.

"This is my personal secret, and I don't want others to pry into it..." Kal'tsit said coldly. Information related to Oripathy indeed couldn't be revealed casually. "This is also for your own good. There are some things you shouldn't know, so it's best not to seek knowledge from others, after all..."

She started rambling again, which is normal, since the Tower of Babel project failed because it revealed the possibility of curing Oripathy, along with other reasons.

“Indeed, I was presumptuous…” Xia Lin scratched his head, feeling that there was nothing wrong with this research being a trade secret. The widespread infection, high pain, and difficulty in curing Oripathy meant that drugs to alleviate the pain had several highly attractive features that could fool investors in pharmaceutical research: “large user base, strong dependence, and inability to stop taking the medication.”

While he understood, he still didn't have high hopes for Kelsey's research. Pharmaceutical research is not something an individual can afford to do; it often involves investments in the hundreds of millions. According to Xia Lin's guess, Kelsey's research should be pathological research rather than pharmacological research, and it may even include research on the effects of multiple drugs used alone or in combination.

These are all things that can be sold for economic gain. Therefore, it's normal that the other party was indifferent and cold-hearted when asked about the research progress. After giving up on exploring Kal'tsit's Oripathy research, Xia Lin began to inquire about other aspects.

After all, with more and more people on the farm, there is a possibility of illness and injury. Xia Lin is just a veterinarian. He can treat external wounds and even some surgical procedures as a last resort, but it would be more difficult to deal with diseases or plagues.

It's a waste to use Star Alliance nanomedicines for a minor cold, and Xia Lin is also worried that the infected might poison themselves one day by relying on their various folk remedies and herbal extracts.

"Does Dr. Kal'tsit plan to stay here? This place is safe enough and has a good variety of resources, so it should be more suitable for a researcher to live here."

“Boss Xia must have other purposes, right?” Kal'tsit looked at Xia Lin, who nodded. “Yes, I have all kinds of people here, but not a single qualified doctor.”

"Without medicine, there's nothing we can do, even with doctors. Ursus is currently under lockdown in the south, and I'm also lacking a source of medicine..."

"I can provide some simple medications, but I'm worried they might ingest the herbs and get poisoned..."

"Oh, Mr. Xia also knows medicine?"

"I know a little bit. Without being immodest, I'm a very skilled professional veterinarian..." After all, I've treated several beast-eared people, so as a veterinarian, I can certainly call myself skilled.

"A...veterinarian?" Kal'tsit was starting to panic. What was this? She'd thought this guy, who could repair such large-scale engineering and machinery, was a technician specializing in science and technology or the electrical industry. Turns out, he was a veterinarian?

"Yes, after all, it's quite troublesome to take care of all kinds of chickens, ducks, fish, pigs, cows, horses, dogs, sheep, and so on. I'm even a semi-botanist; I can treat most diseases and pests of edible plants..."

"Uh..." This sounds like the skill level of a farmer. Of course, the difference in depth seems quite significant. It's normal for a farmer to be able to repair a tractor, pump a water pump, and treat cows and horses, but...

Kal'tsit looked at the heat collection tower. That thing shouldn't fall into the category of agricultural machinery, right?

Chapter Sixty-Nine: If three Imperial Guards were sent here...

Chapter 69

Ultimately, Kal'tsit chose to stay. Her main concerns were the weapons these people carried and the equipment that clearly didn't belong in Terra. Also, the infected were increasingly resembling thugs, and having already been tricked before, Kal'tsit didn't trust them.

Although they were not afraid of the attacks by those thugs because of their own abilities, the collateral damage caused was indeed unbearable.

Most importantly, her medical station was damaged by these people's weapons, and she was just a doctor who wasn't good at repairing instruments and equipment.

"So Dr. Kal'tsit used to work at a research institute. That's surprising. You must have achieved quite a few results. Could you briefly tell me about them?"

Xia Lin said with a sincere and serious expression, "A doctor who can work in a medical research institute must be at least a professor-level physician."

“This…” Kal’tsit looked somewhat embarrassed. “It’s all collective wisdom, there’s nothing to say.”

As the saying goes, one cannot hit a smiling face, and since this Boss Xia in front of her also appeared to be an immortal, she could only politely decline in this way.

"Could you at least tell me the name of the project to satisfy my curiosity? Or did Dr. Kal'tsit sign a confidentiality agreement?"

"Ah..." Cat Head showed an extremely embarrassed expression. Back in Babel, she was just the doctor's assistant, whose main job was intelligence and foreign negotiations. After all, such a large organization needed money for research or other things.

The research work was mainly done by the PhD student and other researchers. To put it bluntly, she was just a competent project supervisor, not a proper project leader; on the contrary, the evil PhD student was the real researcher.

"It's probably... a project related to Originium Disease inhibitors. We've tried many kinds of natural or synthetic substances, but we only found a few that have an inhibitory effect, but..." But before that, they were finished.

“However, the Tower of Babel no longer exists.” Kal’tsit sighed. Ever since they escaped from the Tower of Babel, she had been wondering where they went wrong, why Theresa was suddenly beheaded at the meeting, why the Tower of Babel and the rightful queen’s influence collapsed overnight, and why, after almost regaining most of Kazdel, things turned out this way.

"It no longer exists? What do you mean? Has it been disbanded?" Xia Lin asked curiously. She had originally planned to contact that Babel Tower or something organization to purchase a batch of medical equipment and pharmaceutical raw materials, but now you're telling her that it no longer exists.

"It was by..."

"Slaughter has taken place, Dr. Kal'tsit, hello." Patriot walked over carrying his heavy halberd, installing his arm and breastplates as he went, with several shield guards helping to carry his large shield over.

"A massacre? What happened?"

“Bosca… I never expected to find Ursus’s most incomprehensible warrior here. Your voice…”