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

At 3 p.m., Chernobog basically achieved a comprehensive ceasefire, and the mobile city was shrouded in silence.The militia officers and soldiers and the insurrectionists cheered, shouted, and distributed food and drinks in celebration.Civilians lined up in long lines in front of health clinics and food distribution points run by the militiamen.At the same time, homeless people, citizens who decided to go elsewhere or were afraid of the integration movement, nobles who were worried about being liquidated, etc., began to flow out of the city in large numbers.Crowds of various motor vehicles, animal-drawn vehicles and pedestrians rushed to the exit of the mobile city.

But most stayed in Chernobog because they had no choice.

The students of Peterheim Middle School finally dispersed and began to go back to their respective homes to find their respective mothers.In the blink of an eye, Lin Dong found that there seemed to be few people around her who needed to be arranged, and there were only a few people left who were homeless but trusted her.

Walking on the street full of militia commanders and fighters was too stressful for several female high school students.The sharp and stern eyes almost enveloped the five in high school uniforms, making them feel like there was a noose around their necks.But until now, no one came up to stop them.

Contrary to expectations, although the workers' pickets and other insurrectionary armed forces gathered in the crowd to drink, the uniformed militia officers and soldiers were calm and controlled. The lunch boxes and water bottles in their hands only contained soft drinks.Their conversation was not noisy, the volume was kept low enough not to disturb others, and they occasionally laughed and kept their voices down.

Therefore, when they looked at themselves with obvious vigilance, the Ursas student self-government group, which had shrunk to five members, was deeply disturbed and puzzled at the same time:

Do we look weird?

The review does seem quite strange——

A familiar voice came from behind them: "Hey!"

The high school students turned their heads in unison, clutching those simple and funny weapons in their hands.

Mephisto put back the shaken coat and wiped his face vigorously with a wet towel.After a lot of gunpowder smoke and dust were rubbed off, the girls saw the familiar little white face and polite smile again: "Is Peterheim over?"

"Yes, you can say that." Lin Dong replied.

Mephistopheles nodded, walked up to Gumi, and poked the blast door in Little Lolita's hand with enthusiasm: "Where did you get such a thing as a shield?"

"Uh, the cashier's room at the school..."

"Ah, the terrible Ursus woman." Mephistopheles muttered, and glanced at the big guy Zao Lu was hanging on his waist with a belt, "That's... a rope gun again?"

Truth adjusted the monocle: "The official name is the city-breaking spear. A towed siege device used to penetrate walls..."

"I know that." Mephisto nodded, "It's not very good as a weapon, but Zao Lu is willing to carry it by himself, so I don't care. But don't you think your appearance is too magical?"

Children of Ursus:  …

"And please use your brains. You are walking on the street with tools that are obviously weapons and asking our soldiers why they keep paying attention to you. If it weren't for this, you would have been stopped long ago."

Lin Dong asked suspiciously, "Which one?"

Mephisto poked his chest.Lin Dong lowered his head and realized that he was wearing the emblem of the Ursas Integralist Youth League on his chest: "Ah...thanks."

"Just a favor. Everyone else is going home, you... tsk, sorry. So do you have any plans?"

"What kind of plan can we have..." Lin Dong smiled bitterly, "Let's take it one step at a time."

"I suggest going to Rhodes Island." Mephisto raised his eyebrows suddenly, "It's a good place."

The girls looked at each other.Truth frowned and thought for a while: "A...pharmaceutical company?"

Mephisto smiled strangely: "Ah, it's not that simple. But it's really a good place built by a group of good people. Want to make a living? It's easy to go to those pure humanitarians. Sorry ,excuse me."

The girls looked at each other, watching Mephisto walk away.At this time, a high-pitched voice entered their four ears:

"This is my house, understand? It's not the empire's public property, it's my private property! You shouldn't shoot at buildings, especially mine!"

The middle-aged man was wearing a crumpled suit, an equally crumpled tie, and a top hat with patches.He was tall but frail, with a pale face and sweat on his brow.Obviously the kind of middle-class citizens who work at desks for long hours.At this moment, his face was flushed with anger and excitement: "I want to protest, let your officers come! You must pay compensation!"

The militia soldiers looked at him with blank and curious eyes, and even felt that this guy with teeth and claws was very interesting.

Mephisto squeezed through the crowd and stood in front of him: "Is that all you want to say?"

The middle-aged man disapprovingly looked at this skinny guy who had just grown up: "Otherwise? Call your officers."

Mephisto smiled brightly.He first opened one side of the coat, revealing a three-star collar badge: "First of all, I am an officer, with the rank of captain."

The middle-aged man's eyes widened.

"Secondly, are you a citizen of the Ursus Empire?"

The middle-aged man looked at Mephisto's assault rifle protruding from his coat and swallowed: "Uh... yes."

Mephisto continued to ask: "So, have you ever stopped the Ursus Empire's counter-revolutionary war with practical actions?"

After a brief moment of confusion, the middle-aged man replied: "Yes!"

"What did you do?" Mephisto asked calmly.

"Well, I bought yours from the black market..."

The Guardsmen soldiers onlookers laughed loudly.

Mephisto pulled out his tactical tablet.After a round of clicking, the screen popped up: "The 1091th issue of the "Imperial Armed Forces" magazine published on August 8, 27. Is this your magazine?"

He flipped the e-book to the page where the serial number of the book was located.The little citizen took a look at the publisher and the introduction.The address of the publishing house is "Chernobog, Anna district, 7nd Uhland str., 8-[-]".

So Mephisto pointed out to the gentleman the large photographs on pages six and seven.

The banner headline was "The Terrible Bombardment of the Imperial Fleet."The photo was taken of a shot of the fire at night.The photo caption reads: "This is a record of the powerful Imperial Land Fleet bombarding a rebel settlement, which fully demonstrates how powerful the Empire is."

Mephisto's smile gradually became creepy.He introduced the actions of the imperial army in the northwest tundra, southwest region, and northern wasteland, and finally pointed to the stretching ruins in the distance:

"Now, we have come to reward you."

Chapter 65 Victory

At the southern gate of Chernobog, Kolchak, the commander of the Third Army of the Ursus Imperial Army, symbolically handed over the activation key of the Chernobog mobile city to Chernobog, the People's Guard of Terra. Norberg Front Commander Rokossovsky.Immediately, when the time came to the dusk of March 3, the Chernobog Front Army of the Tribal Army began its own entry into the city.

When General Rokossovsky sat on a T-72 tank and led the red army that swept across Ursus, he drove up the avenue where the Emperor of Ursus once used for military parades with great vigor and vigor. The setting sun is slowly descending in the western sky, casting its last rays of light towards the city of Chernobog.

Under the bright red glow, the beautiful but bullet-riddled buildings on both sides of the street seemed to be bathed in flames once again.

This time, however, Chernoborg was not covered by a storm of artillery fire, but by a sea of ​​red flags.A large number of journalists gathered on both sides of the street—including reporters from the National Guard and local reporters from Chernobog—watched excitedly at the entry ceremony of the YPG in Terra, with camera flashes flashing non-stop.

The Chernobog people who came here to watch were of course citizens who were inclined towards the integration movement.Although these workers, citizens and students were all emaciated due to malnutrition caused by food rationing during the war, their eyes were still shining, and they stood crowded together on the windows and balconies, waving various homemade products excitedly. Little red flag.

And the militiamen who entered the city did not disappoint them-in order to show respect for the local comrades, at the forefront of the queue, the local uprising armed forces from Chernobog passed first.

These red warriors lurking and revolting in the beast's lair wore all kinds of messy civilian clothes, even imperial military uniforms with their logos removed, and held all kinds of captured and smuggled weapons. They looked like a group of mobs with only arms. Red armbands can prove their identity.Because of the tension and lurking in the past and the hard work, they all looked very tired and haggard, but winning a battle is always the most effective stimulus, and they all had excited smiles on their faces.They happily sang their own songs to the melody of the Trinity military band next to the street, walking down a street where, not so long ago, they could have been shot at any moment:

"Comrades march forward bravely and become steel in the struggle..."

When the Chernobog people, who were generally dressed in sloppy clothes and not neatly lined up, passed by, the military band quickly switched to the tune of the National Guard.

The infantry phalanx representing the divisions of the Chernobog Front Army of the Tribal Army came along with the melody of "Across the Mountains and Across the Plains".These carefully selected commanders and fighters from all front armies are still fully armed and arranged in a solid and neat square formation, led by flag bearers and officers holding the division's flag.

The song specially composed for "Operation Berlin" sounded in their mouths:

"Across the mountains, across the plains, the Shock Corps advances,

"Vow to sweep across the land of the motherland and hit the enemy's rear!

"I vow to sweep across the motherland and hit the enemy's rear!"

Unlike the local comrades who were full of enthusiasm but slightly undisciplined, even though they were on this street famous throughout Ursus, the commanders and soldiers still looked firmly ahead. No one turned their eyes to both sides, and just followed the melody of the march version in unison. Sing loudly:

"Our flag is stained with blood, the red flag is at the forefront,

“Our reputation spreads far and wide and will never be forgotten!

"We have made great contributions and are famous from generation to generation!

"We have made great contributions and have been famous for generations to come!"

Thousands of military boots stepped on the ground at the same time with neat steps, making a low roar.That kind of momentum is solemn and majestic.And these soldiers marched proudly on the world-famous Chernobog Avenue, carrying the wind and dust that swept across half of Ursus.Their fierce murderousness and heroic self-confidence still make people overwhelmed by them, bringing a strong sense of oppression to everyone on the scene, and amazed the Chernobog people.

"Through Chersky by day, across the northern wastes by night!

“Everything is like a myth, passed down for thousands of years.

"Everything is like a myth, and it will be passed on for thousands of years!"

After demonstrating their "human element", the militiamen began to flex their muscles.The tank mechanized force, the red armored torrent sweeping across Ursus, was roaring and slowly approaching.The low roar of the engine was like rolling thunder approaching the ground.Along with the slowly approaching rumble, the people present felt that the ground under their feet, the air around them, and even their own internal organs were shaking with the roar.

The military band suddenly changed the melody briefly and smoothly changed into another song.

Chernobog people are already familiar with military parades, but they have not seen anything like it.The excessive frequency of military parades, and the increasingly vain connotation of the Ursus Empire's reputation, made the audience lose their awe of the marching queues at the military parade.

However, the steel torrent of the Tribal Army proved their strength to the land with a victory unimaginable by the Imperial Army.This torrent of steel starting from the westernmost point of Ursus has crushed the once invincible Ursas Empire Field Army, and flattened the city defense forces and the People's Charge Unit, sweeping across most of Ursas. It ran over Chernobog in a mighty way.

T-55 and T-72 tanks, armored assault guns of various calibers, infantry fighting vehicles, armored transport vehicles and fire support vehicles, as well as towed and self-propelled artillery, the militia armored vehicles participating in the city entry ceremony were lined up in a dense and orderly manner. The formation, under the curious and awe-filled eyes of the Chernobog people, marched steadily along the street with overwhelming momentum.

The red, white and black gears on the side of the turret were shining brightly in the sun; tank crews in armored uniforms leaned out their upper bodies or heads from the hatch of their vehicles, looking straight ahead with stern expressions.And Rokossovsky, who led this steel torrent, also wore a camouflage training uniform that was no different from that of ordinary soldiers. He leaned out from the top door of the armored command vehicle and looked at the street with some curiosity and sigh. of people and things.

Chernobog, the second largest city in Ursas, is also the most prosperous city in Ussas!

From the beginning of "Operation Berlin", the Ursus Empire, which originally believed that it was close to victory, suffered heavy blows.In an instant, the Tribal Army had occupied 60.00% of the entire territory of Ursas, and captured Chernoborg, a vital logistics transportation hub and military industrial center.Even in the population of the control area, the two sides have evened out.

It's not just a long offensive across the northern wilderness of Ursus and inserted into the southeast.In the northwestern tundra, on the banks of the Dnieper River and in the Don River basin, bright red flags are also rising one after another.Facing the San Junbao Front Army of the People's Protection Army who attacked again after recharging their batteries, the imperial army on the southwest front was fleeing eastward with difficulty and slowly.

Of course, Rokossovsky is also aware of the heavy burden on his shoulders.Although a red Ursus seems to be only a matter of time, they still have to overcome countless difficulties and obstacles before winning the real final victory.Although the Imperial Army was defeated on both the southwest and northern fronts, it still controlled a large population and industrial power. Not only could it, but it must fight to the death.

As for the vast newly liberated area behind the Civil Protection Army, the flames of war have just extinguished, there are ruins everywhere, the remnants of the empire have not been wiped out, and the new red regime has just begun to be established, which is far from being consolidated.The vastness of Mother Ursus is too amazing. Even the invincible and powerful iron army has to make some adjustments after conquering Chernobog.

However, despite these difficulties and obstacles, the glory and victory of their integration movements at the moment are real.

As the vanguard of the tank formation slowly rolled up the street, the majestic and deafening "Song of the Civilian Army" sounded on the avenue.The majestic and powerful melody was spread to every corner of Chernoborg by the tanks and high-power loudspeakers on the street, and the glass windows on the side of the street that had not been shattered by shells trembled under the roar of chords.

At this time, the Chernobog people, whether they were the excited greeters or the decadent neutrals, were shocked by it and could not help but hold their breath in silence. The followers of the integration movement were full of morale amidst the passionate music:

Hanging above the head, like banners hunting,

Our hard and glorious years!

The glory of battle is like the rays of the sun,

We celebrate your journey.

You are never invincible, and you are also a legend.

Feel the joy of victory in the flames of war.

Our dear YPG,

The motherland sends you a song of greeting,

The people send you a song of greeting!

"Come on, boys, sing!"

"Ulla! Ulla! Ulla!"

The steel tracks rolled over the road, and the rustling military flag was bright red and dazzling.The dusty soldiers sang in unison:

You were born under the bright red flag,

In the cruel and severe northwest tundra.