Tomorrow's Ark, the journey of hardcore and ruthless people

The young and middle-aged people looked curiously at the head of the Civil Guard who lived next door to his house, his face changed drastically after reading the documents handed over by the messenger, and he hurried back to the house.The correspondent continued to rush to the next military family in the village—this collective farm was a semi-military residential area.

That night Zubachev was emotionally unstable.He called several children in the family one by one and took turns exhorting them, and finally called his wife to pack the luggage.Most of the children didn't understand why their mother seemed to cry when they left the room.

Zubachev had no time to pay attention to these minutiae.He just stayed up all night, staring with bloodshot eyes, marking arrows and team marks on the military map in his room, and then sat down with his head covered.

"Damn it, why did the war end like this..."

There are many lights throughout the village that stay on all night.

**

Comand feels that there are many over-familiar plots in the current Red Flag City, as well as in the cities under the integration movement:

The "Xiaokai" changed from Lenin suits to suits... No, they dug out the tuxedos, suit vests, long skirts, etc. that were put away before, and replaced them with those gorgeous and complicated clothes that are in line with the aristocratic fashion Understated items such as jackets, jeans and business suits represent the new order.

Rumors made the imperial army's difficult advance under various delays directly become overwhelming: just after the radio reported that the enemy had occupied Rostov-on-Don, the rumor developed that the enemy's scouts could already see the walls of the Red Flag City with binoculars; As part of the party and government organs had nothing to do with military factors, and the long-announced municipal construction plan moved out of Hongqi City, the matter quickly developed into a large number of citizens trying to flee the city with their families.Until Ulyanov personally went to the streets to inspect the work of people's livelihood and talked with citizens and friends; radio and TV stations also released special reports on the supreme commander walking to the grassroots level, focusing on editing Ulyanov's "No matter what the situation is, I will stay in this city" Things started to get back to normal.

And then things began to "turn to the right track".The Alexandria Red Flag Song and Dance Troupe of the Terra People's Defense Army suddenly received a submission. The name of this song is "Holy War".

The director of the song and dance troupe, Alexander Vasilyevich Alexandrov, was deeply moved.After urgent rehearsals, three days later, the art soldiers performed "Holy War" publicly for the first time at the ceremony to see off recruits at the Hongqi City Lugang, and the effect was excellent.The melody of the song now echoes from Red Flag City to border posts on the Ursas-Sami border.

The price of going against the will of the people is dire.But public opinion itself can be guided.The real environment will determine "1", but propaganda machines and policies can enhance the effect to "10" or even "100".The economic construction work led by the Reintegration Movement and the great assistance of the People's Federation's Field Corps resulted in great progress that was felt by the vast majority of citizens in the base areas.The remaining prestige of the Ursus Empire does not make people voluntarily give up everything they have now.

Therefore, when the panic dissipated for a while, the numb and painful memories of the empire under the rule of the empire came to mind, which became the reason for people to endure the war next.However, the general public does not understand such a complicated and profound military issue as "the balance of actual forces on the front line".

— as it is now.

On both sides of the main road in Hongqi City, every building beside the road opened its windows, and the crowd gathered into colorful ribbons.But there were no flowers, flags, balloons, laughter or cheers in the crowd. The tens of thousands of people were collectively silent, watching the recruits with red flowers on their chests with the same stern expression.

With the Supreme Command ordering a new round of mobilization plans, the National People's Army began to absorb a large number of manpower from the social manpower pool.Even in a political center like Hongqi City, which is mainly composed of administrative departments, there are a large number of young men who have newly put on military uniforms.Now is the time for them to leave their hometown and go to the barracks.

The tens of thousands of people were silent, and the silence in this sea of ​​people was the heaviest silence, leaving only the footsteps of recruits in the entire avenue.When the atmosphere reached the point where it could no longer be suppressed, loud music broke the silence.

Artists from the Alexandria Red Flag Song and Dance Ensemble stood on the roadside and waited.Until Alexandrov himself waved the baton.

The loud trumpet sounded like it sounded from the clouds in mid-air, and played a prelude loudly.Then, under the guidance of the trumpet, the instruments of the entire large orchestra began to play together.

The heavy drumbeat made people's hairs stand on end, and then, the loud and clear singing suddenly sounded: "Arise, great country, fight to the death!

"Destroy the oppressors and villains, and destroy all evil gangs!"

Commander calmly closed the window of his office.The loud singing voice is very tenacious, passing through the well-insulated office peripherals and echoing faintly in the small building of the 113th Division's Hongqi City office.

Looking at Tallulah with a dignified expression, Comand suddenly said, "Ah, those who didn't know thought that the Imperial Army could already see the spire of this building with binoculars."

Tallulah raised her eyebrows, dissatisfied with Comand's frivolity: "What do you want to say?"

"The situation is actually not that critical." Commander, who was sitting on the office chair, tapped his toes and spun in a circle. "To put it harshly, this atmosphere is partly due to the people's fear of the empire's 'orthodoxy' and partly due to integration. Fueled by the power of campaign propaganda.”

Tallulah tilted her head slightly, looked out of the window again, and when she turned her head, her expression became tangled: "You bastard...I'm really starting to feel awkward."

"It's not a bad thing. It's okay to experience emotions. But who asked us to do observation? Then we must have a more objective understanding."

Commander looked out the window: "I just said it more harshly. But what's the use of 'speaking harshly'? Can it block the front of the Imperial Army? Can it play any role in the front line? We still have to rely on the majority. People. In their eyes, the empire is a terrifying and powerful enemy, but they still choose to resist the empire. And are those who look on indifferently and think that they are calmer and wiser than others really smarter?

"Look, Tallulah, it is a human instinct to love one's homeland, to pursue a better and happy future, and to defend one's dignity, and it is a common emotion of every nation. The truly powerful power belongs to those who are simple and sincere, and make choices by themselves. people; not intellectuals who think they are wise. The consensus they have now gathered will be the foundation of the new Ursus state."

Commande stared at Tallulah sharply: "The People's Federation is indeed powerful, but when we intervened in Terra, we chose to support this trend instead of being against it. This is the most important thing for us to be able to progress smoothly in Terra. reason.

"When faced with these great emotions shared by all human beings, people should empathize with them, instead of responding with frivolity and indifference. This is why we support people like you, instead of talking to Kosiche and the Ursus Empire. One of the reasons for the cooperation."

Tallulah nodded slightly.

But Command slumped his shoulders, stood up and stood by the window and looked out, and his voice gradually slowed down.Just when Tallulah thought he would stop talking, she suddenly heard Commander humming softly:

"Let the noble wrath, like a billow, toss,

"Wage the people's war, the holy war..."

**

Different from the complex emotions of the people, the People's Protection Army has always been aware of it.In the combat hall of the Joint Staff Headquarters of the National People's Army, more than one staff officer complained like this:

- It's too slow.

It sounds like this should come from the staff officer of the Ursas Empire, but in fact, the entire Civilian Army Joint Chiefs are complaining about the slow action of the Imperial Army.

"In the direction of Rostov, the Imperial Army has a division-sized corps marching."

"In the direction of the mouth of the Medved River, the Imperial Army is organizing a crossing."

"The enemy is expected to reach the Tsaritsyn fortress complex within a week."

A piece of information gathered in the combat hall, and the civilian staff operated the machinery and equipment according to the instructions.So on the main display screen of the two-story battle hall, several thick blue arrows were approaching the abandoned red line of defense, and began to advance deeply into the liberated area.

However, the commanders and staff officers of the Trinity Army complained that "the speed is too slow."

The point of the "Berlin Project" is the time difference.If the Eastern Front's action on the northern front is too fast and too early, and the Western Front's enemy moves too slowly, the Eastern Front's assault group will inevitably circle a wider circle to complete the outflank, and even rush directly into the enemy in the Don River Basin. In the middle of the army group.This is obviously easy to turn the war of annihilation into a battle of defeat. Therefore, in the stage of luring the enemy, the militia army needs to retreat steadily while maintaining contact, and attract the imperial army little by little into its own depth.

However, as the second most mobile army in all of Terra, the People's Guard of Terra has long been accustomed to mechanized assaults and motorized marches, and suddenly let the troops adapt to the advance speed of ten kilometers a day at the moment of the Ursas Army...

Of course, it's not that the Ursus can't run faster.But the problem is that the imperial army was beaten all over the ground before, and the psychological shadow area was enough to make up half of the continent of Terra.The red head on the opposite side ran away without a trace without even scratching the skin. Not everyone in the Imperial Army was mentally disabled and everyone was mentally retarded. Of course, they would suspect that there was a trap inside.

Besides, although there are many people whose brains are not as big as medals, they want to establish extraordinary achievements.But the supplies behind must be able to keep up, so who dares to go up and die with the ammunition reserve that can barely be used for a day?

Coupled with the sniper warfare used by the Civilian Army, the harassment of special operations units, and the "magnetic tactics" of mechanized units.The footsteps of the imperial army will not be fast for a while.

Still, the front is always more sober than the rear.The same is true in the Ursus Empire.

Group Friends Knowledge is power

Ivan leaned lazily in the guard post built with corrugated boards and steel frames, facing the only main road leading to the inside of the factory, but completely forgot about his security duties.

This ex-fleet infantryman accidentally fired during a gang jump, and the rebounding shot shattered his comrade's calf.So he was thrown into this unskilled post by the chief, and he started to work as a security guard.

After experiencing such ups and downs, Ivan's dream of being an officer has long since vanished.But being a security guard here is always better than struggling to open up wasteland with a hoe on the frozen soil as hard as gold.

Most of the citizens and officials of Tula do not like this industrial city, because there has never been such a large number of machine tools and boilers concentrated in any place in Ursus.The squealing sound of cutting and drilling, the bang bang of forging hammers, and the roar of sirens made residents ten miles away inevitably complain.But the members of this factory are different. For example, the security guard has a wishful thinking:

Although the salary given by the guard team was only some semolina mixed with sawdust, frozen fish, and depreciating paper rubles, it was enough to feed the whole family.Coupled with the money from the sale of vegetables grown by his wife in front of and behind the house, it can support the expenses of the family of four.If you can switch to a special warehouse filled with all kinds of good things, maybe you can get a bottle of good wine from it and cash it in the black market, in exchange for a lot of bacon.

Ivanov gradually fantasized, and the pine and fat smell of bacon seemed to have melted on the tip of his tongue. He fell into a blissful dream like this, with his eyes half-closed, his mouth slightly open, and the saliva dripped down the corners of his mouth. A small shiny pool formed on the greasy table.

"Wake up, you pig!" The angry shout brought Ivan back to reality, and he saw Captain Victor standing in front of the window with his hips akimbo. veterans.

"If you don't think the job is done, go and see those cars. Remember, salute if you have a high official."

Ivan walked towards the car door with an automatic gun on his shoulder. In order not to disturb the distinguished guests, the safety was closed and the muzzle of the gun was pointed to the side.He felt that this gun was very powerful. Just hang the iron box full of bullets under the gun body, and then pull the bolt, and it would spray out a torrent of firepower. Moreover, the stock and handguard were made of hard mahogany. The palm wax reflects a warm luster, which is much more powerful than the dark wooden sticks painted with lacquer in the past.

What's more, its smoke is clean, unlike the past ones, once the platoon gun is released, it will cover the front of the formation with thick white smoke. This powerful weapon makes Ivan secretly admire the owner of the factory: he can produce such a weapon. A man of fine implements must be a man whose wisdom is far above him.

Unbeknownst to him, however, it was a crude imitation of a Kazdel that flowed from Kazdel.

To Ivan's surprise, there were actually four noble officials inside this low-key commuter car.Their gorgeous clothes were proof that they did not need to be searched. One of them had a bearskin hat inlaid with a large gold-wired enamel double-headed eagle emblem - that was only owned by the general.However, Ivan was so confused at this time that he forgot his status and asked to check his documents like he was searching a truck. He regretted it as soon as he said this.

Butoma, who was the driver, impatiently took out a piece of paper and shook it at Ivan. Although Ivan couldn't read a few words, the gilded gear pattern and bright red wax seal on it showed that it was a pass.Ivan recalled the captain's instructions on etiquette, straightened his back in a remedial manner, put the gun on his left shoulder and gave a gun salute.Ivan watched the limousine that could only be taken by a nobleman drive away and then returned to the sentry box, falling into a smoky dream again.

Boris Yevstafievich Butoma was troubled by these fools, and he found nothing more annoying than communicating with such a group of ignorant people.

Butoma was not "His Majesty's subject" who grew up under the Imperial Eagle, but a traitor—a citizen of the Northwest Tundra Base who had escaped from the Reunification Movement.

As one of the few smart children in the small tundra village, Butoma successfully completed the high school courses assigned by the teaching staff by himself, and successfully entered the university in the base area with excellent results.

But maybe it was the poor and poor environment that shaped his cold and ruthless character. His childhood experience of being stared at and bullied by neighbors made him a highly egoistic person—and his thinking was extreme, and his methods were quite rough.This is clearly not the case with life under the Reunification Movement system.And he's kind of adventurous.

So he ran away.

However, after Butoma fled, he discovered that he actually enjoyed many "unreasonable" conditions under the integration movement.If he knew that there was a word called "Dragon Slaying Technique" in another world, he would definitely empathize with it - in the Ursas Empire ruled area where the light of civilization does not shine, there is no CNC machine tool for him to program, and no Man can understand the chemical equations he wrote.

In the technical system of the integrated movement, Originium technology is a discipline with a very small range of application.As an ordinary college student of engineering, he doesn't know anything about Originium technology, and he can't even be considered a qualified warlock worker.This unlucky guy with no use value became one of the most lowly source stone miners, doing hard labor by selling his strength under the scolding of the foreman.

Working all day long, the robust body nourished by the refined carbohydrates and high-quality protein in the school cafeteria quickly weakened, and the loose skin dangled like a piece of sackcloth.If Nevsky hadn't discovered this freak with formulas on his bed when he inspected the mine, I'm afraid his fate must have followed the footsteps of most slave workers: after suffering from ore disease or exhaustion, he died. Throwed into a mass grave, waiting for flies and wild dogs to decompose the corpse.

The low hum of the transformer and the harsh cutting sound of the machine tools awakened Butoma from the memories of the unbearable past, and the machining area had arrived.In the open space outside the factory building, there are several gun barrels that have just come off the production line: the latest battleship main gun is black and shiny, with a thick layer of shiny chrome plated inside the chamber, thick and thick like a palace colonnade; On the side, a few circles smaller, the gun mounts are densely covered with rivets, and the siege mortars are as solid as a rocky mountain.The processing workshop still needs workers and new machines to get in touch with each other, which makes it still difficult to increase the output of heavy artillery, but it is already a great progress if it can be manufactured. He sincerely admires Nevsky.

There is also a crane parked in the open space. This giant painted black with wood tar is used to hoist heavy metal components onto large trucks. The crates were strapped together, and lifted slowly into the air by the lifting hooks on the twine.It's a lot easier than trying to lug a box over the tailgate of a truck.However, Butoma, who has been working here for a long time, found that it was full of detonators at a glance.The catastrophic consequences were about to come, he immediately rushed out of the driver's seat, ran wildly, scolded the gang of illiterates, and commanded the crane to put down the goods.

The laborers were stunned by this sudden situation. Although they didn't know what they did wrong, the reason why a noble master was so outrageous was definitely because of some trouble that the people present couldn't bear.As if to confirm Butoma's worries, at this very moment, the hemp rope snapped in two from the point of stress, and the wooden box hit the concrete floor heavily, and the wood chips scattered like shell fragments.

Butoma was so frightened that he fell to the ground. After a few long seconds, he realized that there was neither the feeling of air waves washing over nor the radiating fragments piercing his body.He stood up in a daze, and saw those idiots standing there dumbstruck, already stupefied by the catastrophe he had caused.The crate made of low-quality wood chips and glue has become a pile of useless debris, the lead lining is twisted into blooming flowers by the huge impact, and the detonators made of brass tubes are scattered all over the place. Like a pile of liquid gold.Butoma bravely stepped forward to check, perhaps due to the blessing of the goddess of luck, more likely due to the sawdust and diatomaceous earth filling, only some shells of the detonators were dented.

Thinking that these tens of tons of detonators were enough to blow up half of the factory building to nothing, the bloody Butoma picked up his parasol and lashed out at these fools.A few guys who were rushing to report to Lord Hades curled up on the ground crying and howling, their heads bleeding, but Butoma still punched their heads with the handle of his umbrella, exhausting every blow until he felt A powerful hand grabbed his wrist.His savior, Nevsky, stands behind him in a white coat.

"Enough of Butoma, there will be opportunities to teach these unruly fools a lesson in the future."

Several supervisors brought a team of strong laborers to pick up the scattered detonators one by one.A dignified figure approached surrounded by several officers, and the shining medals on the left chest, the gold tassels and ribbons on the shoulders proved that the visitor was a general with great military exploits.Butoma didn't belong in the high society circle of Ursas, otherwise he would have recognized Kirilenko, the father of the fleet, in front of him.

Emperor Ursus was enraged by Tula's stoppage at the hands of the Astartes.After a round of favors and threats, Nevsky still should do what he should do and continue to organize production.But he had to deal with this inspection-Kirilenko was ordered by the emperor to inspect the factory to understand the production status of military products.

"You happened to witness an embarrassing accident," Nevsky explained respectfully to Kirilenko, his gentle and calm tone restored the lieutenant general's confidence in him.

This was followed by a lengthy self-promotion: "But it is not meaningless, which just shows that our new detonator is extremely safe, and even such an impact cannot make it detonate. In this respect, it is far better than Rough fuse and origin stone skill fuze, and it will neither blow up on the top of the striker's head because it is cut too short, nor will it be thrown out of the trench by the enemy if it is cut too long, and it is impossible to emit harmful Originium Dust. Your Excellency, the shells we made for you are reliable to soldiers and deadly to the enemy. Maybe some jealous ignorant villains have confused you by telling you that our weapons are expensive and slow to manufacture, and I I will refute these rumors with facts, please follow me."

Nevsky first brought a group of people to the foundry, which was privately called "the incinerator" by the workers.From the outside, the red brick building looks a bit rough in appearance, and its shape is not bigger than the gorgeous Kremlin. However, when you walk inside, the truss structure made of angled iron screws plays the role of ribs, supporting the building. The huge ship-shaped dome and the advanced column-free space provide ample space for the huge production facilities. The headlights hanging from the ceiling illuminate the interior, and the light reflected from the white-painted walls dazzles everyone for a while. , which makes it different from any palace.When these machines are at rest, they are just strange-shaped metal blocks; but once they are injected with electric current and pressure, they are no longer subordinate to the mortal world after they wake up from the dead silence. In front of Juju, they feel ashamed.

They happened to catch up with the cannon-casting link.The crane hangs the crucible high and pours hot molten steel into the circulating cooling iron mold. The dazzling white light it emits shines on the blackened faces of the workers; a tumbling flame rises from the mold, like a volcanic jet. Hundreds of thousands of sparks splashed out of the crucible like boulder bombs, but the workers who were about to take over the hot rain did not hide or evade, unmoved like sculptures, and their strict sense of discipline drove them into this huge A cog in the system.A group of fleet officers dressed in beautiful clothes were almost suffocated by the high temperature of the fiery hell, but Nevsky, who had long been used to it, still calmly and slowly stated to Kirilenko that the best iron materials were produced here, and they would be killed. Made into barrels for guns, axle wheels and armor plates for warships.

Next to the foundry is the place where the cannon body is forged, so it didn't take long for them to walk from this furnace to another purgatory. Compared with the high-temperature roasting just now, there are more deafening loud noises here.The heavy hammer of the forging machine rose high with a sharp metal friction sound and then slammed down. The red-hot forging could not withstand the huge impact, no matter how hard it was, it would be tamed into soft dough.The collision of two large steel blocks is like giants wielding a warhammer to fight each other. The huge movement it inspires can no longer be called noise, but a shock wave that makes the internal organs tremble.

"God, it's like a cannon salvo here." An accompanying officer exclaimed.

The huge clamp clamps the forged workpiece, and the workers immediately go up to hang it on the crane. As the electric hoist releases the chain, it slowly descends into the water with foam on the surface, and the amazing heat stored in it It will cause white steam to rise from the surface of the pool and make a chirping sound.This scene was common to Butoma, but he still watched it devoutly as if he had just seen it for the first time, as if he was witnessing the holy baptism of a newborn.The cooled cannon blank still exudes unbearable heat, and is sent to the next workshop on a pulley.

Although the deep-hole processing workshop was not quiet, the sharp scraping noises were more tolerable than the previous thunder. The officers regained some energy after breaking away from the previous shock, and admired the huge drill bit.A pre-cooled billet stands on the fixture base, and the small hole on the top of the drill bit flows out the oil for lubrication and cooling, and it rotates and slowly descends, biting into the hard surface.From time to time, there are workers walking around the cannon body, shoveling away the drilled iron filings, and these scraps will be thrown back into the furnace for recycling.

At this moment, Kirilenko understood where nearly [-]% of the empire's steel output came from and where it was consumed.He stepped forward and touched the cannon body gently like a loving father comforting a child, and the warm residual heat spread to his palm through the gloves.He looked at his hands, and saw that the white silk gloves had been polluted by lubricating oil mixed with dust, and a cloudy, greasy gray-black liquid oozed out when he grabbed it hard.

As a senior captain, Kirilenko naturally knows how deadly a heavy artillery of this size can fire; he has visited the Originium craft workshops in Chernobog and Ural, and also visited the steam engine in Victoria. After fighting, all the tools in the factory can be found in the past. However, the scale, precision and efficiency of the industrial power of the Terran countries cannot be compared with Nevsky's miracle.Kirilenko was so excited that he forgot about the dirt on his hands and his back wet with sweat. He eagerly asked Nevsky to take him to visit the next project.

This is a place that has nothing to do with the word noisy, and a group of people are ashamed to whisper after stepping here, so as not to break the noble silence here.The spotless and clean terrazzo floor is more like a holy temple than the bustling processing workshop. In the middle of the warehouse, a tall mysterious object that almost reaches the ceiling is covered with a red oilcloth; objects.

"Maybe the grand maester brought us to the altar and my lord." An officer whispered to his companion in a low voice. "Ah! Yes, it is indeed a holy object. If you think it deserves a name, I may call it the Armed Forces of God." Nevsky, who was keenly listening, continued, "Gentlemen, You shall bear witness to this sharp weapon, and on my honor it is as powerful as the fire from heaven sent down by the Messiah."

With Nevsky's gentle tug, the masked girl's veil slipped off smoothly, showing her true colors: it is silver-white all over, showing the true color of metal; and its shape is different from the primitive Different from the hideous appearance of guns when pointing at the target, it is a nearly perfect spindle.The four slender fins spread out from the end to the surroundings, implying that it has a capability higher than any weapon—flying in the air.And that small object is actually a glass display case, and in a space less than half a meter square, it accommodates a strange object that looks like Yan Kingdom's ghost ball and an astronomer's planetarium.

"Guys, maybe you won't believe this is our latest achievement, and I gave it a name that really fits its nature: Missile."

"Missile?" An officer repeated this unfamiliar word. It was obvious that he was extremely interested in the weapon as tall as a mast, but he tried his best to control his confused expression and not reveal his ignorance. "Excuse me, what is this ball?" what is it then?"

Nevsky suddenly opened up, and he began to talk freely about scientific theories, ranging from the difficult dynamics of rigid bodies to the precession and stability exhibited by children's tops.In the clouds and fog, everyone seems to understand some simple results: as long as this thing called a gyroscope is installed, the rocket with an erratic trajectory can feel the changes in its own motion, and then correct its direction in real time.And such a sophisticated weapon can carry warheads of various weights and accurately hit targets hundreds of miles away.

"Your work is really amazing, and I should congratulate you sincerely for this achievement. But I would like to ask, how fast is the production of this missile?" Kirilenko bowed slightly, and the other officers echoed.

"There are still many problems. First of all, our factory still lacks all kinds of high-quality labor, especially technicians who can do precision machining. So we can only manufacture five such missiles a month, while the main gun shells can Make a thousand rounds."

Butoma gasped at Nevsky's unconvincing stunt when he lied, because what the immediate boss said probably included waste products.But Nevsky still said his big words: "If there are enough people, our production can be increased several times. It would be best to call the students of the Imperial University, that would be great."