Will the kemonomimi encounter Alien Ranch Story?

"No, but there are some interesting tidbits of news. The Ursus Fourth Army was beaten so badly that its head was dented."

The Ghost Clan uses a distinctive adjective to describe someone who has been severely beaten, as they all have horns on their heads.

"I don't care about that, I'm asking about..."

"Huijie, come to my office." "Report to me in a bit." The young girl walked towards the office of the Longmen commander. The ghost clan looked at the thick wooden door with excellent soundproofing gradually closing and shrugged. "Old Chen, this hurdle won't be easy to overcome."

The once-solid quarantine post was now a pile of ruins. The silent warriors began their advance, with a towering figure at the forefront, his halberd gleaming with an ominous red light and emitting a mechanical roar.

The men of the Fourth Army lay dead on the ground; no one could move this silent warrior. Patriot plunged the end of his halberd into the ground. "How many survived?"

"Less than one-tenth," he asked, referring to the infected people from the surrounding area who had been captured, as well as those who thought they could survive by betraying their compatriots.

"Should we take them in?"

“No need, let’s continue.” Patriot walked through the twisted steel door. Ahead lay the heavily guarded area of ​​the Ursus Legion. He wanted to tear a gap in this blockade, turn the gap into a breach, and prevent these people from taking another step forward.

He has encountered countless enemies, including the Pope's cavalry, Pegasus riders, steam warriors, demons, and inner guards.

But nothing could stop his advance, not even the elite Ursus legions.

"Whoosh!" The blade struck like a ray of light. "Clang!" A white slash mark appeared on the black halberd. Patriot reached up and touched the sword wound on his chest armor. "General..."

"Why?" The man, whose face was now covered with a thick beard, asked without turning his head. Blood flowed down his fingers, across the blade, and finally dripped onto the snowfield.

"You know the answer..."

"Stop going any further."

"I can't do that."

"why?"

"Don't you already know?"

"I'm sorry about Growaldz."

“This is not your fault, I know, my son, he won’t forgive me. I didn’t do this for him.” Patriot gripped his shield again. “Everyone, spread out, search for survivors, wipe out the remaining enemies.”

"I do not wish to be your enemy, General..."

“You are making an enemy of Ursus.” Horag turned around, the years having left unmistakable marks on his face. “You are preparing to lead the Infected to destroy the entire Ursus.”

"I am making a change, changing this cannibalistic land, changing this cradle of suffering."

"I don't trust words..."

“I don’t trust it either, but I saw it…” Patriot raised his halberd. “If the general tries to stop us, then we are the enemy.”

"Weapons are more reliable than words..."

"What you taught me..."

"Then let's settle this with weapons!"

Blades and halberds clashed, unleashing a sound like shockwaves. Hrag's blade was as piercing as the bright moonlight, while Patriot's shield was like a mountain; light could pass through any crack, but not through a mountain.

"You've become stronger, Bozokasty..."

"You've become weaker, General..."

Weapons clashed, shields roared against armor, and Wendigo's extraordinary regenerative abilities allowed his nerves to be firmly embedded in his electronic muscles, transforming them into the power to wield his weapons.

"Because I'm getting old..."

"..."

"Clang!" The sword used by the ordinary Ursus troops shattered completely, and the fragments grazed Hrag's face, leaving a bloody mark.

"I have lost." "Your Ursus has lost, General, but my Ursus will not fail. It does not belong to nobles, nor to emperors, nor to any emperor..."

"You've become more articulate..."

"Because I saw so much more, General, you should come and see for yourself."

“No need, you win, I can’t stop you…” Hrag turned and walked into the depths of the snowfield, brushing past Patriot. “What does your Ursus look like?”

"General..."

"Don't let me down." The snowflakes concealed the two figures, and it seemed that in the blink of an eye, one of them disappeared into the snowfield.

"Uh..." The knife marks on the black armor almost pierced through the heavy armor, finally stopping at the last layer. Patriot reached out and touched the marks, and after a long while, he sighed, "I'm really getting old..."

"Dad, we've searched. We've dealt with everyone who's had the blood of innocent people on their hands, whether they're infected or ordinary citizens. What about the rest?"

"Take them to the settlement near the farm; we'll wait for you up ahead..."

"Abandoned city module A012? Good..."

"A shipment of goods from Lungmen, in Talulah's name?" Black Serpent waved his hand. "Don't worry about it. I gave my permission. Let them pass."

Of course, without bait, how would mice come out of their burrows? And without food, how would the hunting dogs grow?

With Talulah alone, she simply cannot grow stronger given the current situation where many mines are closed and transportation routes are blocked.

She has no food, no weapons, no equipment, and it's already difficult for her to survive on the ice field. Of course, I should help her. If the pawn can't reach the bottom, how can it be upgraded?

"Talulah, Talulah, come out here right now and see what you've done!"

"Huh?" The girl, who had finally managed to lie down after a busy day, suddenly woke up with a start. "Get out here right now!"

Yelena's voice was full of irritability and impatience; one can only imagine what it must have been like for someone as usually aloof as her to make such a sound.

Outside the settlement, two Originium trucks were parked on the side, with the sign: "Penguin Logistics, Mission Accomplished."

"Did you even use your little brain when you did things? Alina, why didn't you look at her? Is her brain even capable of getting anything done?"

Frostnova is incredibly irritable right now. What the hell is she ordering packages to her own base? Does she think she lives in a city?

Or do you think the Ursus legion are all idiots, sending such a large number of packages to the snowfield? What's going on in your head?

"Miss Talulah, your package is here. Please sign for it." The delivery person wasn't a bread person, of course; those three hadn't grown up yet. It was a regular penguin courier. "All three truckloads of Level 3 Contingency Contract goods have been delivered."

Chapter 76 Sister Tazi’s promotion

Chapter 76

"How did you get here? Where is the Ursus blockade?" Frostnova's expression was unfriendly. In a concealed location, Yeti snipers had already set up their sniping positions. If anything went wrong, none of these so-called deliverymen would be able to escape.

"What blockade?" The deliveryman looked completely bewildered. He was just a member of a small delivery company. "We just came along the main road and asked around to find out where Miss Talulah was. The infected person on the side of the road gave us directions."

"The Ursus blockade? You don't know about it."

"Never encountered that before..."

"I'll go tell Lao Xia, Petrenko, you take my car and call Patriot. Notify the others one by one and get them ready to move and take refuge."

If these people outsmarted the border patrol and drove through the back roads, then the situation was still within a controllable range. But driving all the way through the main road without anyone stopping them, what kind of trashy acting is that?

The farm was thrown into chaos. The infected and the Yeti squad scattered to warn others outside. Several vehicles hurriedly started from the parking lot and sped through the settlement in all directions.

"Old Xia, Old Xia, something terrible has happened!"

"What happened?" Xia Lin was startled by Yelena. This white rabbit had never shouted in such an urgent and somewhat sharp voice before. The parts in her hand clattered and knocked the mounting slot askew.

"Damn it, redo it." The scrapped parts were thrown into a waste bin to be recycled into raw materials later.

"What are you doing?"

"Turret circuit board," Xia Lin said, wearing a pair of somewhat ridiculous electrical goggles as she busied herself on the circuit board in front of her. "The main problem is that bridging the biosensors and control chips is a bit troublesome. What do you mean, something terrible has happened?"

"Three delivery trucks drove up from the main road. Three trucks of delivery trucks, and no one stopped them. I caught and detained the person who ordered the delivery. I will go and interrogate him in person later."

"Three delivery trucks? There are still deliveries available in this area?" Xia Lin scratched his head. This was indeed obviously a trap, but because it was so obvious, he became somewhat uncertain. If this was a conspiracy, it was too crude, wasn't it?

"Let's go take a look." Xia Lin put down the half-assembled circuit board and piled it together with the booster module, battery and messy mechanical parts next to the workbench.

"Froststar, we checked the cargo. Come and take a look; something's not right." The classified transport box was forcibly pried open, and Talulah and the courier were crouched together with guns pointed at their heads. If anything seemed amiss, the Yeti snipers would actually open fire.

Inside the box were crossbows disassembled into parts, as well as staffs and other weapons. In addition, there were even raw materials for making incendiary bombs, and neat clothing and protective gear—enough to arm at least a dozen squads.

"Speak, Talulah, what exactly do you want? What is your purpose in infiltrating us?" Frostnova threw the protective gear and weapons in front of her. "Don't tell me these are just toys you made for your dolls. Are you planning to take advantage of us fighting Ursus to incite and arm those infected refugees to attack us from both sides?"

With a large number of infected people being driven to riots, committing arson, murder, and looting, and the blockade line closing in on the north day by day, it's hard not to suspect something is amiss when a group of couriers carrying this full set of equipment arrives from Lungmen without any hindrance.

"No, I just wanted to give everyone hope for the future, a chance for the infected to die on their own land..."

"Yes, exchanging our heads for a pardon is a good deal. Those Ursus hyenas will definitely agree. You're inciting riots here, which means we infected people will die on our own land."

So, I should thank you for the opportunity? Instead of dying in the mines and prison, I'd be shot in the back on my own land by a crossbow bolt?

"Speak, what is your true identity? You are definitely not some ordinary persecuted fugitive. What exactly do you want? This is the last chance we're giving you." Xia Lin stopped the white rabbit and her snow monsters, who were becoming increasingly agitated by Talulah's silence.

“I…I am Kosiché’s…adopted daughter, I betrayed my father…”

"Wow!" What a big fish! Kosiché, isn't he the duke who established the blockade? Of course, his daughter can let the goods pass through unimpeded, but...

"You've been in contact with your father all along, and then leaked information about us!? Were you planning to work together from the inside?"

“No, no…” Talulah lowered her head. “I, I can’t stand his behavior. He seems to treat his people well, but in reality he just incites them to fight each other and squeezes every last drop of profit out of ordinary people and infected people.”

"The infected are slaughtered, driven away, and thrown into mines. If we do nothing and let the infected die quietly, that would be an act of kindness."

But he and those Ursus nobles wouldn't even allow us this much kindness, and neither would those scouts. Ursus has never cared about this snowfield, nor about anyone on this land.

"So, I want to change all of this. The infected should have their own land, and then..."

"And then be slaughtered on your own land by interventionists? You're too naive." Kal'tsit was alerted by the commotion and immediately heard this idealistic declaration. Such words were all too familiar to her, especially when she was still...

When I was young, I was also moved by such words and joined Theresa and that man's camp.

However, the numerous obstacles and difficulties in reality come not only from the tyranny of those in power, but also from the ignorance of those in power and even the victims. Talulah clearly failed to handle the conflict between ideals and reality.

Of course, all of this is on the premise that she is telling the truth, and not some excuse or hypocritical lie, just to get away with it.

"So, through my own connections, I transported these to the snowfield through a logistics company that had no connection with any power. My original intention was to unite and integrate the infected with my people, to survive on the snowfield, and then gradually liberate the mines to the south, until we could establish our own land or change this unreasonable law."

"What you need to change is not the law, and what you need to build is not a base for prolonging life. What you need to change is the world. You don't have that awareness or that ability yet. What you're doing is just burning yourself out in vain. You're not igniting a campfire, but a forest."

"So, she's telling the truth?" Xia Lin asked with interest. Kal'tsit nodded in response. "At least in my eyes, she's not lying. I don't think she could fool me."

"That's interesting." A duke's daughter actually betrayed her class and allies, joined the infected, and vowed to change their situation.

“I believe there are individuals who betray their class, but that doesn’t mean you are one of them, Miss Talulah. I remind you again to tell the truth: a duke’s adopted daughter doesn’t so easily give up her own life to help a group of complete strangers with no connection to her.”

"Or let's be frank, as the Duke's daughter, she might offer shelter to some of the infected out of compassion, or she might use her connections to maneuver among various factions to create a greater opportunity for the Infected Liberation Organization, or she might simply express verbal pity or provide some supplies during afternoon tea..."