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

Everyone was very satisfied with the result. Kirilenko shook Nevsky's hand for the first time and gave him a strong bear hug: "If my fleet launches a hundred salvos in a battle, then no Is there any country that I cannot conquer!"

"If you fired the missiles you just saw, I'm afraid it would take only twenty rounds to wipe out any enemy." Nevsky bowed humbly. He withdrew from his role as a scientific genius and played a pious knight again: "For the empire It is my highest honor to dedicate myself to my career.”

After watching Kirilenko's car drive away, Nevsky began to educate his little assistant: "You are too impatient, you are still aggrieved by the matter in the source stone mine, so that you will accumulate the anger in your heart Pour it on those porters?"

Butoma's innermost motives were clearly seen by Nevsky, and he was as at a loss as a child who had made a mistake; "Yes...Sir, I will not do it again in the future."

Nevsky beckoned, so Butoma obediently got into the driver's seat: "I'm really sorry sir, there are too many accidents in the factory, and the orders are piled up like a mountain."

Nevsky, who was sitting in the co-pilot, waved his hand disdainfully: "I'm not accusing you of a problem in principle, those fools who can even mess up a hanging thing are worthless, nothing more than spending pensions for them The mistake you made today is that you don't know the art of lying, do you understand? I want to let these high-ranking people see that my factory is unprecedented, everything is efficient and orderly, and not send some wizards with stones Or a few whipped slaves could run it. Small workshops like that are all over the land, worth nothing... Well, speaking of accidents, what happened today Son? Did something explode?"

"No catastrophic accident, sir. But a flange leaked in the pipeline of the sulfuric acid factory, and several workers happened to be under the shade. The three clever ones ran away immediately after being dripped by the acid, but their shoulders were burned; The remaining two guys fell asleep and ended up getting soaked after the bolts fell apart and are now lying in ICU."

"Oh, what can we do? Accidents are inevitable. Pensions are paid out as usual, and our factory must have a good reputation to recruit people... What's the problem?"

"Mr. Baolu, who is in charge of making precision instruments, keeps complaining to me that his students are so stupid that they can't learn Originium skills at all." Butoma responded submissively.

Nevsky gritted his teeth: "Tell me that Latin guy with a fluorescent tube on his head, I don't give him thousands of gold rubles a month for him to complain to me. It's not for him to build Those staffs that look like guns are teaching the most basic knowledge of precision machining! If he can't teach it well, then I will personally teach him what it means to be a qualified teacher."

"Understood, sir. But... May I ask how to round up the output you just boasted? With our current technology level, no matter how many people are hired, we can't manufacture half a missile more, let alone double it." ’” Butoma said worriedly.

Nevsky frowned, then sighed, "Son, I'm glad you have the virtue of keeping your word, but I have to teach you something—do you think they really need us to increase production?"

Butoma was stumped by the question.

"You are my closest person, and I can tell you that it won't be long before these warriors with no brains as big as medals jump around, and they will all die on the battlefield before we deliver the goods."

Butoma's eyes widened in astonishment: "But the imperial army is advancing towards the red zone."

Nevsky leaned back in the car seat: "Ah, Butoma, Butoma. Do you remember what I said about you? 'Smart, but not smart'.

"The battle line is indeed more reliable than the battle report. But we people still have a special channel to judge the actual situation on the battlefield - the captured items given to us for research. The loudspeakers shouted 'His Majesty's iron cavalry is like a broken bamboo', 'The smashing of the red rebels is just around the corner.' But what did we get? A pile of scrap copper, rotten iron, guns and cannons.

"Rifles and machine guns don't have those magical instruments for night vision; cannons have their breeches and scopes removed; armored vehicles are devastated from electronics to weapons systems to engines, and there are only a handful of them. .We didn’t get anything of value. The army mainly brags about where they have fought, and they dare not let go of their strength to encircle and wipe out the red-headed people. Doesn’t this explain anything? Do you want to say that these are not red-headed people? Well organized and well prepared to prove?

"You came from the tundra, you have seen their technical level, and I can see it from all kinds of captured gadgets, as long as they want to, they can come to our handicraft workshop in a few weeks. Nevsky belittled his effort with self-deprecation, "To be honest, I really don't know why you ran away. Maybe this is the arrangement of fate. Now our most important job is to put on a show, and then wait to move towards the integration movement. Surrender. The most important asset here is not the primitive machines, but you and me, our two geniuses."

Butoma fidgeted at the sudden compliment: "But sir, I haven't even finished college. I haven't finished a year yet."

Nevsky laughed loudly: "So what? At least you read it! This is valuable in our time. You know, you can learn calculus, chemistry and engineering there without paying tuition fees; You are punctual, you understand the importance of statistics and discipline; you do not kneel before gods made by man. What more can I ask of you?

"I know a lot of scientists at the Imperial Academy besides you, but it's more like a raucous club. The letters they send me contain lyricism and fantasy, and perhaps valuable discoveries, but they can't write about you. Such a beautiful text - with a standard format and rigorous argumentation process... What is it called?"

"Thesis, sir."

"Ah—it's that concise word. I wish I could have a good chat with the person who invented this standard method of academic communication. Butoma, you are my gospel. Who else can I communicate with without you? You arbitrarily The identified compatriots are being blinded by primitive impulses and killing each other for trivial reasons. They have no power, but they don't know what civilization is. They even regard automatic production machines and similar technologies as gods Adoration, but it actually has a neat name - STC!"

Nevsky breathed a sigh of relief, and continued.

"I don't know what these three letters mean, but I'm afraid that in the eyes of people a long time ago, it was nothing new. It was as commonplace as a hammer or a wrench. However, we, the entire human race of Terra, gave some tools to Can you imagine the shameful depravity of worshiping a tool? Imagine telling your grandson a story like this: A long time ago, my grandfather still worshiped a tool in his house. A god called Electric Lamp, it gives us endless bright light every night, but now we can only light dim oil lamps..."

Butoma was frightened by Nevsky's dancing and excited appearance, and he stared blankly into Nevsky's eyes.

Nevsky seemed to be drunk and talked about irrelevant topics: "I have heard some stories that were refuted as nonsense. The rebels who started on the tundra were supported by people from outside the world. Their Battleships can cross the vast sea of ​​stars. Do you believe that story?"

"Don't believe—well, I think maybe it's true."

Nevsky suddenly became excited: "Yes, that's true! Since explosives can fly to far places on rockets, why can't we fly into the sky on the same thing?! If anyone denies this majesty ideals, then he has blasphemed his own wisdom!"

Nevsky became more and more excited as he talked, so that he waved his hand heavily on the car window, but he didn't realize it: "We could use our clever brains to change this miserable situation, but what I'm doing now is What job? I'm just building a bunch of killing machines, and then someone will come and exchange them with a bunch of chintz, and my heart and blood are being used to kill a bunch of poor people who have only one way to rebel! You know , 'If you don't talk about material desires, how can you talk about spiritual magnificence?'... And this honorless massacre has added a shiny metal to the chest of these bastards who only know how to make money and create illegitimate children piece!"

Nevsky frantically shook Butoma's shoulders vigorously, and stabbed him with his nails digging into his flesh.

"I have committed many sins to satisfy my personal desires, but I always agree with one sentence: 'There is only one good, that is knowledge, there is only one evil, that is signorance.' (There is only one good in the world, that is knowledge; there is only one evil in the world, That is ignorance.)”

Nevsky gradually calmed down, and the gentle and humble expression returned to him: "And you, Butoma, I have to say that you are a fool. You gave up your great future for a little entanglement , come to this land of savages. If you really respect me, listen to me and go back to them when they come."

After a brief silence, Butoma asked back: "With all due respect, sir, do you really think that the integration movement represents the future?"

Nevsky raised his eyebrows: "Then let me ask another question...Does the development of science and technology rely on geniuses or mortals?"

Butoma did not hesitate: "Of course he is a genius."

Nevsky shook his head: "I don't agree with this view at all. Even if this elitist view is valid. But, Butoma, without the universal education of the integration movement, you, a genius, might still be sitting here as a My assistant?"

"..."

"Those workers are stupid, lazy. They have no knowledge and brazenly violated the safety rules. I will not be sad if they die, and even want to make fun of them... But is it their fault? Royal Academy of Sciences How much better are those idiots in the movie than them? The biggest difference between the latter and the former is that the guys in the Academy of Sciences have the opportunity to learn.

"Bloodlines can determine the talent of origin stone skills or a domineering body, but they are not qualified to determine the level of knowledge. The distribution of thinking talents is even, and the elites of geniuses come from the entire human race. There are far more geniuses among commoners than among nobles. The question is how to select those talents?

"In Ursus, only the geniuses among the nobles can stand out. Countless talents and even geniuses are buried in slums, serf huts and even origin stone mines. How do noble scientists in the Royal Academy of Sciences demonstrate this absurd reality? What about the rationality? 'Because I am noble, I am qualified to learn; because I am knowledgeable, I am noble'!

"The development of science and technology in the new era requires much more scientists, engineers, and researchers than before; it also requires countless ordinary laborers with basic literacy. Who can dig out from the slums, serf huts, and source stone mines?" How about taking out those buried people and letting them devote themselves to the great cause of developing science and technology? Anyway, this empire is not good, and the system of the empire is already an obstacle to scientific development. I am not criticizing morality, but judging based on technology. I am sure Science has no future under empire.

"And you pointed out another possibility for me."

At this moment, the car had already parked under the office building. After getting out of the car, Nevsky gave Butoma a meaningful look, then turned back and leaned against the window; "I hope you will think about what you said today. And , don’t take the initiative to approach those dangerous explosives in the future, I can’t bear the pain of losing you.”

Butoma responded with thoughtful silence.

Chapter 29 Flicker and Lame

The battle flags are flying, the salutes are roaring, colored paper is fluttering, and military music is loud.

Residents of the major cities of Usas (including Chernobog, of course) are very familiar with such a scene.

In another universe, the Romans once said: "The people need bread, circuses, and military parades." In this universe, Ursus, as a country that frequently invades and is invaded, has a strong military culture.Whenever there is a large army launching, a major festival, a war victory, or an army triumphant, a grand military parade is a must-have program.The number of times increased, and the citizens became a little numb to it. Later, the military parade was successfully turned into a circus, and most people greeted the army phalanx with the mood of watching the excitement.It seemed that what was coming was not an army, but a big circus entering the city.

When supplies became increasingly scarce, non-staple foods such as meat were rare, and only potatoes, peas, and turnips served as staple foods, people lost even the energy to watch the excitement.Even the "patriots" who sell national debt on the street and stand on the podium and call for people to show "patience and patriotism" are also a little bit confused.While tightening their belts, the speakers looked left and right from time to time to see if there were any terrorists backed by the red forces.

——As we all know, low blood sugar only treats hot blood. "The farther you get from the front, the more warlike" is not an iron law, it can be crushed by hunger and taxes.

Now, with the "Great Victory" on the front line, the citizens of Ursus regained their long-lost smiles, and their long-suppressed emotions were vented wildly at this moment.Waves of cheers came one after another. At the beginning, slogans and shouts could be distinguished. As the atmosphere continued to heat up, only screams were left in the ears.The crowd roared almost unconsciously, shaking their fists vigorously.Only in this way can they express their excitement at this time.

The Chernobog city defense troops, wearing full parade uniforms and carrying bayonet rifles on their shoulders, lined up neatly and walked across the street to the beat of cheerful drums.Enthusiastic voices soared into the sky, and children climbing on lampposts and sycamore trees threw colored paper and silk ribbons into the air.

The men took off their hats and waved them one after another, the women clasped their hands tightly to their chests, the old people crossed their chests piously, the children cheered loudly with innocent smiles, and the military police who maintained order stood up. Chest salute.

There is no way, for the ordinary citizens, it is not easy to endure material deprivation and fear every day under the influence of various saboteurs.The lightest thing was that they couldn’t sleep during the demonstrations all night, and they couldn’t go to work because of the road blockage and lost their jobs; the unlucky ones were accidentally injured in the attacks of various revolutionary parties, and their houses were messed up.As some revolutionary parties began to play with explosions, people immediately sought cover and curled up as soon as they heard some noise, trembling and praying.

Just as there is light at last through the long dark tunnel, so the subjects of the Ursus emperors finally survived the torment and hoped for a ray of dawn.

"Long live the Emperor!"

"Long Live the Empire!"

"Ula!"

It's just that amidst this fanatical and noisy voice, there are always many discordant noises.

"What a gorgeous circus..."

Mephistopheles couldn't help but glanced to the side, and saw that the speaker was a female high school student with a thick brown coat over her school uniform.Even if you don't consider the red spot on her forehead, this guy still looks like a street guy.

The opponent stared back murderously.And Mephisto just nodded with a smile——as a member of the special forces of the Civilian Army who already had double-digit lives in his hands, he only thought that this guy was vicious.

The other party seemed to have no intention of finding fault, and the two passed by.

Mephisto recalled the name tag of the school uniform he had just glanced at. Is this guy called "Sonia"?It didn't matter, he just hurried to the party he was scheduled to attend.

**

The meeting of all parties of the Chernobog underground resistance movement was set in the half-collapsed ruins of this ghetto district.

The participants were not only representatives of the Integration Movement and Atlas, but also the various revolutionary organizations currently in Ursus.From revolutionary organizations with political appeals such as the Socialist Revolutionary Party, Constitutional Democratic Party, Socialist Party, Snow Moon Party, and Federal Revolutionary Party, to simpler trade unions, student associations, and even gang members, there are all kinds of existence.

However, today's situation in Ursus is different from the All-Russian Chicken Eating Contest in another world.The two major forces of Ursus Empire and the Integration Movement have economic, military and political strength that surpasses all other organizations in Ursus.In this environment, the various soy sauce parties did not even have field armies and militia, and they could only support some propaganda and sabotage groups wandering in cities and villages.

The Integrative Movement taught them about urban guerrilla warfare and underground propaganda, trained and equipped them.There is also a highly organized underground resistance organization that throws Molotov cocktails, incites civilians to attack the police.

But the Ursus Empire is also responding.They will line the streets with shield guards in full heavy armor, armed with automatic rifles, light machine guns and heavy bulletproof shields; snipers will occupy the commanding heights to cover.

Bulletproof armor that is effective enough to withstand medium-caliber full-power bullets is invulnerable to demonstrators; snipers occupying the commanding heights are responsible for discovering agitators hidden in the crowd; plainclothes police are responsible for blending into the crowd to arrest or even assassinate them .

If the plainclothes unit was unsuccessful, the snipers opened fire.Ursus snipers do not use overpowering rifles, but use carbines that fire low-power ammunition to avoid bullets penetrating the target as much as possible and causing civilian casualties-but they do not put civilian lives first. Often shoot directly at the subversive backbone huddled in the crowd.

The demonstrators are not trained, disciplined troops or police.As long as a gunshot is fired, they will scatter like birds and beasts, even if they have been throwing stones with the crowd, throwing Molotov cocktails or even attacking a single military police.And the subversive backbones will immediately retreat——

And lead a commando team of Okrana agents and Ursus soldiers to an extraction point or even a safe house.

Without the cover of the crowd, the underground organization could only use a few pistols, submachine guns, automatic rifles, and Molotov cocktails to fight against the heavily armed Imperial Army shield guards. The ending can only be described as miserable.

At the same time, Oklahna is also playing his own skills.When the agents discovered a grassroots worker of an underground organization, they no longer arrested them immediately, but dispatched senior agents with negotiation skills to approach the target, using their future, family members, money, and even life to coerce and lure the underground workers to force them to submit. , Let them become "nails" in the organization.

Because the contact is in an informal setting, and the targets they choose often have family problems or doubts about their career prospects, there is a high possibility of being incited to rebel.Oklana will manage these rebels very carefully, and will even specifically attack other members of the organization around Nail, so that Nail can have the opportunity to be promoted within the underground organization.After the cells penetrated into the high-level departments of underground organizations, they began to wipe out all underground organizations.

Facing the joint attack of the Ursus Empire army and police Herd, Chernobog's underground organization suffered heavy losses.Just look at the gloomy atmosphere at the meeting place, and the significantly fewer people than before, to know how much the underground organizations have suffered.

And in this environment, the idealists are still performing their traditional performances——

Student self-organized associations are an organizational form that has become popular among young people in Ursus in recent years.They spend their days immersed in rock and roll, alcohol and street fights. The "sounds cool" approach to politics has attracted many young people.Therefore, during the special security operations of the empire a few days ago, the student clubs were attacked in large numbers. Many unlucky people came from the sky to take the blame at home, not to mention the middle school boys and girls who were originally mentally red-headed.

Some "disappeared" and some dropped out.However, some people were steadfast under the urging of the blood debt, determined to fight to the end.This is of course a good thing.But when these two-year-olds came into contact with each other, they inevitably had conflicts, and began to turn over old scores, accusing the other party of playing the game of killing fellow Taoists and not dying poor daoists when the empire checked the water meter.

The mediation hasn't been completed here yet, something happened again over there——

The thick arms belonging to the laborers slammed on the table: "Scabs, enemies, class traitors!"

The ravine face on the opposite side was full of anger: "Speak big, sing high-profile, and don't care about the life and death of the workers!"

"Your factory disobeyed the order of 'all-out strike in this industry' and went to work openly. What is it if you are not a scab?!"

"The union in our factory is only responsible to the workers in the factory. The brothers in my workshop can no longer uncover the pot. You support their whole family? No, it is you who have to support their whole family! Where is the strike subsidy that was agreed upon?"

"You mercenary *Usas expletive* are stabbing us in the back!"

"Then you gangsters *Ursas swearing* get gangsters to beat up our workers?!"

Things are more complicated.Put simply, the underground unions at the Chernobog factories were engaged in a bitter internal conflict over a general strike.As a spontaneously formed trade union in the traditional sense, the nature of Chernobog’s underground trade union is very simple: it is an organization formed spontaneously by industrial workers to protect their own rights and interests.Therefore, they do not accept any external leadership and maintain their independence. It only stands on the standpoint of the workers.To put it further, it is to stand on the standpoint of one's own factory or even workshop.

——This sentence means that the various underground trade union organizations in Chernobog are not unified, but exist as "xx factory unions" or even "xx workshop unions".But the strike placed high demands on its organizers, which Chernoborg's bulk trade unions could not meet.

First of all, a strike means that workers have no income, so strike organizers must provide strikers with a minimum wage.This is naturally a lot of money, but what is the source of income for the trade union?A small percentage of the member's salary is used as a membership fee.With this amount of money, it is necessary to provide living allowances to all members and maintain the operation of the organization. The difficulty can be imagined.

Secondly, there will definitely be some people who are willing to go back to work.Therefore, workers' pickets should be organized to stop these people.It is easy to label these people as scabs, but "thanks to" the pathetic level of development of the Ursus Empire, there are by no means a minority of workers who try to work, and even become the mainstream in many factories, getting factories and Workshop union support.

As far as the strike movement is concerned, once someone goes to work, it will greatly damage the morale and determination of the strikers.And the scabs said that the old man stopped talking, and the whole family had to support their children, so you should pay living allowances.The common people don't understand the imperial court... We don't understand the difficulty of the strike, we should starve to death, right?

Unfortunately, strike supporters have their own problems.The workers' picket team has long guns and short cannons from the Northwest Tundra, but it is not just the workers' brothers who are upright and young - there are also rogue proletarians who are indispensable for all kinds of troubles, such as student gangs and even gangsters.

No way, the current organization of the underground labor union in Chernobog is not tight at all.Not to mention cleaning, "every entry must be judged" is not guaranteed.Moreover, as a spontaneous organization of manual laborers, the early trade unions were really bound up with "vigorous social organizations".

Before imperial officials even had time to make a substantive response to the strike, worker infighting quickly developed into violence and further developed into a melee.The extremely sharp class contradictions of the Ursas Empire have been released at this moment—through the great internal struggle of the Chernobog proletariat as a channel.

It is not uncommon for a group of workers to jump over or even demolish another group of workers' roadblocks to go to work. Fights between different factories have also become commonplace, and most of them are led by labor corrections.Let alone unite the proletarians, the title of "royalist" has been abused to the point of desensitization.In today's confrontation, the version answer is "I promise you don't persuade".