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Some kind of Originium Arts pierced through nearly half a meter thick metal plates and various messy internal compartments and gangways, burning almost to the core structure before stopping. Then, the enemy rushed in through the breach, annihilated everyone inside the assault ship, and left with supplies.

"My dearest daughter, I never expected you to give me such a wonderful surprise..."

Black Serpent's smile vanished. His original plan was for Talulah to gather the infected who had been squeezed out and turn them into rioters under pressure. Meanwhile, Patriot and others would be too busy dealing with the pressure on the Ursus front to reorganize the internal affairs, giving him time to gradually change Talulah.

By using Talulah to control the power of the Infected, and then using the Infected as bait, the entire Ursus was dragged into war.

In his view, a nation like Ursus, a cradle of suffering, can only be reborn through blood and fire, and can only survive through slaughter and war.

Unexpectedly, the disobedient little girl ran to the front line, and he couldn't directly command the legion commanders to ignore Talulah. So there were only two possible outcomes.

Talulah made a big fuss, and then everyone discovered that the Duke's adopted daughter was with the infected. This is like mud falling into your pants. You can't just say it's not shit.

The second possibility is that Talulah doesn't have the ability and is killed on the battlefield. Well, in that case, the plan can still be salvaged.

However, it is estimated that he himself cannot save it, although the immortal Koschie does not care about the life or death of this body.

However, it wasn't said that the container would be changed so soon. Besides, the container was carefully selected, and it's hard to say what it would be changed to in a rush.

"Talulah, you've really surprised me. Is the bloodline of the red dragon really so difficult to control?"

What is Talulah, who is fighting hard on the front lines and could be blown out of the Black Serpent's mouth at any moment, doing now?

"When weeding, don't just pull hard. Be careful to pull out the entire root system without leaving any broken roots, otherwise it will grow back quickly." Alina, holding a small hoe and wearing a straw hat, squatted in the ground, carefully weeding.

This isn't public land on the farm; it's the infected people's private plot, where they grow carrots and turnips.

Therefore, without the mechanized weeding and tilling services provided by the farm, the infected individuals had to till the land, weed, fertilize, and kill pests themselves.

"Is that so?" The silver-haired dragon girl, also wearing overalls and a plaid shirt, carefully picked up a weed, then burned it to ashes with her fingertips and scattered it on the ground. "Actually, I think it would be faster to just burn them all with Originium Arts."

"That way, the high temperature will also make the soil compacted. You don't want to get scolded by Grandma and have to turn the soil over again with a hoe, do you?"

"Forehead……"

"Speaking of which, Grandma said she'll buy some fabric, and I'll make you a new dress then..."

"This..." Talulah always dressed as a man to show that she wasn't a pampered young lady but a fighter. "Grandma's aesthetic sense..."

"Don't worry, I'll help you," Alina said with a smile.

Chapter Eighty: No fields, only weeds, so proud and arrogant.

The poem you requested, in essence, means: Do not till the land without preparing for it, lest it be left barren and overgrown with weeds—a very apt description of Talulah's original integration movement—although it expresses a woman's longing for her husband…

After their basic needs for food and shelter were met, the infected people's aesthetic and artistic needs gradually entered their plans. The girls hoped to get some pretty floral fabrics to make new clothes, or at the very least, a brightly colored headscarf would be nice.

The young boys, on the other hand, wanted wooden swords or musical instruments, and ideally, they wanted to join the Yeti or the farm guards, since they all had cool uniforms.

The reason for not choosing the Shield Guard is that although the Shield Guard's equipment is also very cool, it is real armor, and it is impossible to wear it without professional physical training, let alone move and fight normally.

However, neither the Yetis nor the farm security guards are hiring anymore. So, there is only one place left to choose from: Talulah's "Reunion Movement," for which she had previously purchased uniforms in the style of the Duke's Guard.

Although Talulah insisted that her organization was to unite the power of the Infected, to fight against the tyranny of Ursus, and to prevent the Infected from becoming an incurable mob, Xia Lin still gave it a very down-to-earth name—Infected Agricultural Mutual Aid Society.

The main task is to organize farm laborers to work on the farm, solve everyday problems, collect surplus products from each household, and then process them into commodities or put them directly on the cooperative's shelves. It exists as an organization that combines the functions of a village committee, a small shop, and an intermediary.

The Reunion Movement's uniform originally included a hood and a mask, but Xia Lin stopped Talulah from distributing the masks.

"Apart from noble executioners, those who need to cover their faces are criminals who need to prevent retaliation. Which category do you consider yourself to be? Criminals who are afraid of legal punishment?"

Or are you just an executioner afraid of retaliation? If you truly want to liberate the infected, integrate them, and establish a new order, the first thing you must do is to openly and honestly show your face.

"No one will believe the justice promoted by an organization that doesn't even dare to show its face. Even if it is necessary to cover the face and use disguise or makeup at times for espionage, tactics or defense, it should not be made into a regular practice."

Talulah adopted this suggestion, and as a result, the members of the Reunion Movement now look more and more like some kind of food delivery or courier. Every now and then, you can see infected people carrying boxes, riding bicycles, and having small flags with the Reunion Movement logo hanging on the front of the bikes as they pass through fields and villages.

They either go to finish up the deliveries entrusted to them, or they collect simple products from farmers and then send them to the workshop street for processing.

As for restocking the convenience store, Yelena assigned a Yeti team to do it; they had vehicles and were more efficient.

Of course, the cooperatives of the Reunion Movement don't have many products; they mainly sell homemade wine, iron tools, crudely made snacks, and seasonings like salt and sugar produced in Xia Lin.

However, for these infected farmers who have settled down, these goods are enough to meet their daily needs.

As the climate warms, various insects, including pests, are reappearing on the ground.

Therefore, the Reunion Movement has a new task: to deliver pesticides to the fields with the Yetis and to supervise the infected people in preparing and spraying the pesticides to prevent them from poisoning themselves or not using them to save money, thus affecting the harvest.

As for Talulah, she was finally freed from the heavy work in the fields. The main reason was that Alina felt she was just not cut out for it. Her grandmother said that if she were to work in the fields, she would kill all the moss. It would be better for her to do something that suited her.

Xia Lin also assigned Talulah a very important task: to teach those unruly kids who were running around everywhere to recognize words and learn basic knowledge.

He has enough illiterate laborers here; what he needs now are people who can read, understand operating manuals, and use agricultural machinery.

Moreover, it was in large quantities, and with the use of new equipment, both the Yetis and the Patriots' cultural needs also increased.

When the Yeti was training with the power armor, it injured itself because it was illiterate and had poor learning ability.

As a result, Yelena ordered all of them to be recycled, and the freed-up equipment was conveniently lent to the Shield Guards to do their jobs.

As Ursus' elite, the Shield Guards generally have a primary or secondary school education. In the process of fighting in the snowfield, they have developed many skills in maintaining equipment and production in order to be self-reliant. After simple training, they can barely manage to play the game.

Today was Talulah's first day of class. In order to appear as formal as possible, she specially wore the Ursus officer's uniform. As she walked through the settlement carrying the black sword, she was almost tackled by a passing Reunion member who mistook her for an Ursus spy. Fortunately, her signature slightly curly silver hair made the other party recognize her as the leader of Reunion and prevented them from attacking her.

Otherwise, Talulah's jokes could circulate for a long time in the otherwise unentertainable infected settlement, until everyone finds something new to amuse themselves—or perhaps the new jokes are what amuse her.

"Hmm, you're fairly punctual. Did you prepare your lesson?" Yelena stood with her arms crossed at the door of the empty warehouse that had been temporarily converted into a classroom. Inside, the children were being taught basic first aid and physiological knowledge by Kal'tsit, who had made room for them.

"Isn't it about teaching literacy and..." Talulah pulled out a note, "and basic Ursus knowledge?"

This includes Originium Arts, mobile towns, and various commonly used knowledge points in Ursus, such as the structure of the Ursus Empire, its borders, and some basic knowledge about nobles.

"Heh, it's not that simple." "Why are you here?" Talulah thought that Frostnova, as the leader of the Yetis and the young lady of the farm, should be at home cheering or supervising the work in the fields at this time.

"Me? I'm in charge of teaching mechanics and physics. Chemistry is taught by Grandma Kal'tsit, and physical education, basic tactics, and combat training are taught by Aunt Skadi..."

"Kal'tsit...Grandma?" Talulah glanced at the white-green-haired cat-headed girl in the classroom, who gave Yelena a cold look, as if to indicate that she had heard her.

"Do they need to learn so much?" Talulah thought that even the Imperial Noble School wouldn't teach this much. For infected civilian children, a lot of the stuff was probably unnecessary.

Literacy makes it easier to understand and convey commands. Basic knowledge of Ursus allows them to blend into towns without attracting the attention of nobles, and also helps them understand where they are and what they should be doing.

First aid and physiological knowledge are also somewhat useful, and combat training doesn't seem too excessive here.

However, chemistry, physics, and even painting and music taught by Alina on the course list... these seem to be aristocratic arts, so why bother?

"Yes, knowledge is power. We need not only soldiers and farmers, but also engineers, pharmacists and doctors of the future. You don't think that just because you're infected, everyone has to cater to you and serve you unconditionally, do you? The best long-term solution is to learn and do things yourself."

“But…” Once infected with Oripathy, an infected person generally only has about 10 years left to live. Even if they live past 20 years, they will basically lose their ability to work. Is it really necessary to spend five or six years learning so much during this process?

"Don't overthink it. Although our inhibitors aren't as good as the regular medications, as long as you watch what you eat, you can still live for more than ten years. It's just that the medication tastes terrible. And for every pharmacist we train, more infected people can enjoy this benefit. You should understand."

"It's your turn..." Kal'tsit tidied up the things on the table and came out. She still had a lot of things to do, but she couldn't resist Xia Lin's reasoning, so she came to class. Teaching such basic courses was torture for her, and a group of bratty kids who asked all sorts of questions (really) made the torture even more intense.

“Being a primary school teacher is no job for humans…” She finally understood what Xia Lin meant. Indeed, teaching a group of energetic, curious, and reckless primary school students was exhausting.

However, Froststar didn't find it difficult. The main problem was that she always had a cold expression. Except when she smiled, which was quite beautiful, once she put on a stern face, the whole classroom could feel the cold wind howling, as if it were frozen in solid ice.

As a result, when she taught, the unruly children below basically dared not make a fuss, even those boys who were a year or two older than her and two heads taller than the white rabbit when they stood up—their fathers could only be obsequious, let alone them.

"Your new teacher, Talulah, will teach you literacy, writing, and basic geography and social knowledge. Welcome her," Yelena said, looking at the children below the stage. Although Kal'tsit was strict, she was more indifferent, so the children were relatively relaxed.

Ms. Alina is very kind, and everyone likes her. As for the white rabbit...

Wherever her gaze swept, it was as if a layer of frost covered everything; every child sat up straight and clapped obediently to welcome the new teacher.

Kal'tsit wouldn't hit anyone, and Alina even less so, but Frostnova would. Moreover, her hits were not only ruthless but also painful, and she would also tattle on people. They would then get another beating from their own parents when they got back. Even a real bear wouldn't dare to cause trouble, let alone them.

"Hello everyone..." Talulah forced out what she thought was a kind and friendly smile as she looked at the children below the stage. Faced with faces full of fear and curiosity, and with their focused gazes, the dragon girl began to sweat. The lesson she had prepared seemed to fade from her memory at an alarming speed.

"I'm leaving this to you. You can't possibly not even handle a child, can you? You should probably go home and farm." Yelena let go of the matter and, as she left, glanced at Talulah's clothes. "Hmm, terrible taste. Did you really receive a noble education?"

Although Yelena doesn't like dressing up, as a clothes hanger who can make the Reunion Movement uniform look fashionable, she is actually very good at dressing up and has a very refined aesthetic sense.

That's a personal attack!

"No, I'm just telling the truth. I suggest you talk to Alina more. She's very sensible. If you continue like this, I'm worried that other people might start to see you as a woman."

"Uh..." Although the children's eyes revealed a desire for the two teachers to start fighting quickly and to fight well.

However, Frostnova and Talulah did not have any conflict, while Talulah had to deal with a group of unruly children who were gradually becoming restless because the cooler had left.

Meanwhile, Rembit, a 42-star operator, a reliability engineer at Rhodes Island, a great systems engineer, one of Kazdel's top 100 youths, and an advocate for open-source software—

Miss Ada Kroos Church finally finished her long battle with the tangled cables, and cheers, like those of someone being released from prison, echoed through the quiet corridor: "Finally finished!"

What's it like to have one person with two assistants wiring a thing that's 800 meters long, equivalent to the size of four aircraft carriers?

It was like being imprisoned in a dugout. Fortunately, it was just a routine maintenance. As for when the circuit was dug out and repaired, Kal'tsit and the Doctor were on the team. Although the workload was still heavy, it was still within an acceptable range.

Not to mention that Queen Theresa sent all the engineers she had who could work, and they also hired two private teams in Rembiton.

Right now, the entire Rhodes Island ship has only two combat squads and one logistics personnel, and they are carrying out routine maintenance on this thing.

Not only that, she also has to handle procurement, contact operators through Kal'tsit's connections, regularly send instructions to operators who are carrying out missions alone to prevent them from absconding with funds, and now she has to handle all sorts of complicated and troublesome procedures for Rhodes Island's departure and register a medical company.

"Miss Kroos, may we depart now?"

"Ah, almost there, almost there. The last batch of supplies will arrive, and then we'll be all set. Ace, go and urge the others to hurry up and get back, especially that cockroach girl codenamed W in Kazdel..."

She was still plotting to kill Therese, but the latter was so frightened that she didn't dare to go back to Victoria. She issued orders remotely, which led to the apparent end of the Sarkaz civil war.

In reality, it turned into a scene of warlordism and fragmentation, with the regent having only a nominal rule, and himself and his government living in exile in Victoria.

Will she come?

"I don't know, anyway we're not waiting for her. Kal'tsit found her a good job. But I reckon that cockroach girl won't be back until she blows Theresis to smithereens."

Kroos thought for a moment, "However, please tell her that Kal'tsit asked us to tell her that she has some kind of equipment that can help her kill Theresis as soon as possible. I've checked the parameters, and it really works."

Neither her modified explosive projectile launcher nor the stolen Lateran guns could breach the heavy security and kill Theresis. However, a 1500-meter range railgun paired with a reconnaissance warlock and drones could.

"By the way, this cipher was forwarded by Kal'tsit, you can send it over as well."

Some time later, in a mercenary camp in the Kazdel desert, a girl wearing desert camouflage trousers and a tight vest emerged from a field tent carrying a coffee cup. Two strands of bright red were dyed in her silver hair, making her look like... an adorable cockroach girl.

"Guys, we have work to do." W looked at the telegram slip in her hand, which was just a string of meaningless words, but it was the coded message she had agreed upon with Kal'tsit and the others.

"That good-for-nothing has gone to Victoria. We need to hurry up and hitch a ride to Rembiton, then go to Ursus to get the equipment and reward, and then go to Victoria to deliver a surprise. Anyone want to go?"

"Of course not. I'm tired of this mercenary-kingdoms-killing-all-out stuff. It's time to do something more technical."

For example, storm into Victoria's guesthouse and kill the Kazdel regent who betrayed the Sarkaz inside. It would be best to kill him in small, fragmented ways, so as to set a good example for those good-for-nothings who divide the country and dare to accept funding from foreign powers.

"No wonder we searched Kazdel almost everywhere and couldn't find that guy. Turns out he was hiding in Victoria. Tsk tsk, the dignified Regent of Sarkaz, actually hiding under a woman's skirt to eke out a living. I can't wait to drag him out and see his face."