People in Terra, governing a weird little country

No, isn't this exception of yours a bit too outrageous? Why are all of them targeting us Sarkaz?

Did we, the Sarkaz, provoke you? We, the Sarkaz, even picked up the materials for building our mobile city on the road. We didn’t steal or rob. And you want to fight us?

The Terrans proved very convincingly that the way to unite a large group of people with ulterior motives is not similar ideas or a charismatic leader, but a common enemy.

After realizing that this conference might also contain a conspiracy against the Sarkaz (although it didn't), Tracy could no longer sit still.

No! How can this be! This is no longer an ordinary meeting, we must use our best strength!

Watch me give those little Karamis in Londinium a good beating!

What? You ask me why Kjerag's Universal Assembly might target the Sarkaz, but I want to strike hard at the citizens of Londinium?

Uh, because Kjerag is too strong?

Ernst never dreamed that his first certification as a strong man would come from Tracys. Tracys also never thought that one day he would award a strong man medal to a small place like Kjerag.

There was no other way. If there were only one or two national leaders in Kjerag, he might take some risks and send shapeshifters or go in person to behead them, and that would solve the problem.

But Shelag had too many people. In this situation, if he really went over, he would not be going to behead people, but to serve food and toast.

Ahem, Chairman Tresis has made important instructions for the future work of the Sarkaz reconstruction of Kazdel. The focus of our current work should be: "To resist foreign aggression, we must first stabilize the country."

To this end, he sought out Leto, the commander of the Londinium City Defense Force, who had already surrendered to the Sarkaz.

Leto was a remnant of the old Gallic Empire, but he worked his way up to the sensitive position of commander of the Londinium city defense force. Whether there was some conspiracy behind it, Tresis was too lazy to speculate.

However, he remained restrained when the Sarkaz entered the city that night, chose to stand idly by when Cavendish and Stafford "fought and both died violently!", and chose to watch from the other side when the Sarkaz formally took over the city council. Finally, he chose to surrender with his team at the first opportunity. This "excellent" team ability did make Tracys somewhat interested in him.

After a brief contact, he understood the "ambitions spoken of" by this Gallic survivor.

"I have no intention of occupying this city. Once I achieve my goal, I will naturally hand over the city of Londinium to you, allowing you to revive the Gallic Empire you mentioned."

Teresis looked at Leto who was bowing in a standard manner and made a promise without hesitation.

"Not only that, I can also transfer the control of several Victorian towns controlled by the Sarkaz to you."

"There is only one condition."

"Do your job well and help me eliminate those stubborn resistance elements in the city. You should also know that by doing this, they will not only cause unacceptable losses to the Sarkaz, but will only cause greater casualties to themselves and innocent citizens."

Leto replied without any unnecessary content or emotion:

"Yes, General."

Tresis paused, and he looked at the servile soldier in front of him, as if he was really trying to persuade him:

"I am a reasonable person, but my subordinates may not be. So I suggest you put aside those crooked thoughts and do your job well."

Leto bent down even more:

"I understand, General."

Tresis nodded slightly, watched Leto walk out of the hall, and then called out:

"Manfred, Manfred, go and fetch me the pardoner..."

His voice paused for a moment, and a look of confusion and realization flashed across his face.

"Ah, Manfred isn't here."

Manfred was not here, and he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He was the so-called chairman of the Kazdel Military Committee, but he didn't even have anyone he could order around him.

His eldest disciple, Ascalon, to whom he had taught all his martial arts, flung out the hidden blade he had given her. Her closest comrade-in-arms and sister had become strangers to him, having met him in battle and finally separated from him. Most of the Sarkaz warriors who had fought with him on the battlefield and beheaded Kal'tsit had died in the civil war.

No one saw the future, the future he promised.

"In the blink of an eye, the era of the Six Heroes has passed for so long."

In the empty hall, Tracy let out a mixed sigh and walked out of the heavy door.

He did not lament the fickleness of fate. All of this was his own choice, his free choice.

Freedom is to choose to have nothing.

Chapter 320: Every Family Has Its Own Difficulties

"Ladies and gentlemen, I believe you are all already angry and unbearable about the tyranny of the Sarkaz!"

"Since the fall of Londinium, Victoria has ignored us. The Grand Dukes have symbolically organized several evacuations, but the distribution of personnel is not fair at all! We are left here, why?"

"We are the ones who built Victoria. Every pipe and brick in this city were laid by us. But when danger comes, we are left in this city, begging for salvation from outsiders while humbly polishing shoes for those demons. How can this be justified!"

"Victoria has given up on us. Over the past few months, there has been less and less news about Londinium. Most of the news reports only say that he lived for one day! But behind him, so many people's lives have been changed because of him!"

"This is the front line of the battle between Victoria and the Sarkaz, but it is my home!"

"We want to take back our own city!"

"We're going to take back Londinium!"

"We want to take back our home!"

——Declaration of the establishment of the Londinium Self-Defense Army.

The author was Allardy Cumberland, head of the Victorian Cumberland family, Duke of Cumberland, "the Ever Virtuous".

Naturally, this declaration did not have much impact.

All propaganda channels of Londinium have long been completely controlled by the Sarkaz. The content of external broadcasts can only be the "No war in Londinium" to cover up the truth. What self-rescue army, what Sarkaz, what inhumane occupation, as long as it is not known, it does not exist.

But its existence still inspires many people.

No matter how much calculation and exchange of interests were involved in the establishment of the Londinium Self-Defense Army, at least, starting today, in the Sarkaz-occupied city of Londinium, the Victorians finally had a systematic, organized, and programmatic leadership body.

From then on, the Londinium people were no longer lambs to be slaughtered in the hands of the Sarkaz, but gradually began to become real fighters.

Speaking of fighters, we naturally have to mention another team wandering in the unchanging tundra of Ursus in the far north of the land of Terra.

The ranks of the Integration Movement are growing stronger.

The integration movement seems to be in a rare period of growth, as it continues to absorb infected people and wanderers, gain like-minded partners and comrades, and gain the trust of residents on the tundra.

But the actual situation is completely opposite to the ideal.

The continuous absorption of infected people and wanderers caused a more serious food crisis. The productivity of the tundra was not enough to support a large population, not to mention that the Integration Movement was just a nomadic group without a fixed settlement, unable to carry out agricultural production and unable to be self-sufficient.

Their food supply basically depends on bartering with nearby villages and hunting on the tundra. The harvest from the latter is almost negligible, while the former, when there are few people, the food traded by these villages can barely fill the stomachs of most people. But once there are more people, the situation changes instantly.

There are only so many resources on the tundra, and you can't exchange more even if you want to. The villagers also have to live, and when the first village that refused to exchange due to the snowstorm appeared, the fragile supply chain of the integration movement immediately had problems.

There is no mercy in Ursus. The well-supplied imperial grain collectors and inspectors will show no mercy. In order to cope with conflicts that may break out at any time, the patriot Bozhukas advocates a policy of military first, giving priority to the army, that is, the guerrilla fighters.

"Only if we ensure that...the warriors...have the strength...to fight...will we not be afraid of...Ursus."

Because of the severe infection of oripathy, Bozhuocasti's voice was a little laggy. But as the backbone of the entire Reunion Movement combat force, his words still carried great weight.

Tallulah would listen to Bodracasti's advice most of the time, but this was an exception.

"Captain, we can't just stand by and watch our infected compatriots die!"

Tallulah's words were sincere.

"They are all infected with mineral sickness and malnourished. If there is no food, they will all die!"

"This... is also... a helpless move." Bozhukast's voice was very cold, "The battlefield... is... like this."

He seemed to understand Tallulah's difficulties and took the initiative to say, "If... you can't speak... I can... announce it for you."

"I!"

Tallulah's voice choked.

It wasn't that Bozhukas had spoken the truth, he just found it a little hard to believe.

How could the man who was called "Captain" by the guerrillas, respected as "Big Daddy" by the Yeti, and admired as "Patriot" by all the infected people of the Integration Movement utter such cold words?

He even questioned that it was me, Tallulah, who was unwilling to take on this responsibility?

[Sure enough, he is still a Sarkaz after all. I'm afraid he has never had any empathy for the infected, right? ]

Such a thought suddenly emerged in her mind. Tallulah shuddered all over and quickly turned her head away, erasing this strange speculation from her mind.

No, no, Bozhuocasti is the leader of the infected guerrillas. Without him, the integration movement may not be here today. How could I be so suspicious of him?

An expression of shame and embarrassment appeared on Tallulah's face. She took a deep breath and shook her head.

"Captain, the infected chose to join us because they trust us. If we choose to abandon them at this time, how is this different from Ursus?"

"They...are not..."

The red light in Bozhukas's eyes flickered for a moment, and noticing Tallulah's unyielding look, he sighed slightly and did not say anything explicitly.

Did the infected people join them because they believed in Tallulah and the Reunion Movement?

No, Bozhukasti saw it more clearly than anyone else. Most of the infected were just a mob. They didn't believe or disbelieve at all. They just had nowhere to go.

Such supporters are extremely fragile. If at this moment, the Ursus patrol picked up the loudspeaker and shouted: "Those who surrender will be rewarded with a sack of black bread!", they would probably surrender immediately. If they added a sentence: "Those who betray the guerrillas will get another sack," they would probably defect more "enthusiastically" than scales in a boiling pot.

The reason why warriors are warriors is that they have withstood the test of iron and fire and have iron-like discipline and willpower. What supports them in fighting is not money and bread, but faith.

Tallulah was still too young, and she confused this and considered everyone who gathered around her as a friend.

She hasn't realized yet that friends like this can easily stab you out of the blue.

Bozhukas did not answer. He seemed unwilling to speak any more and waste his words. He just stood in front of Tallulah without moving an inch. His tall and strong body was like a high wall, blocking Tallulah's sight.

Tallulah also understood what Bozhuocasti meant.

He would not allow himself to take away food and give it to those infected.

But this didn't match Tallulah's idea.

[I am the leader of the Reunion Movement, and Bodracas recognized and supported me in the beginning. Why are you trying to stop me now? Do you think I am a leader? ]

The sinister thought seeped into my mind again, like a drop of ink on white paper, and it could not be wiped away.

Tallulah felt a little sick.

How could she, how dare she think that?

No, we can't keep getting entangled with Bozhukas here.

Tallulah took a deep breath and looked at the Wendigo in front of her:

"Captain, can't you be flexible?"

"They exist because of us... Tallulah... don't... get the order wrong."

Tallulah: "......"

"I understand."

She nodded with some difficulty.

Seeing this, Bozhukasti also breathed a sigh of relief.

He was unwilling to fight with Talula. He was optimistic about the child's future. Her ideals were great, but a little out of touch with reality.

And reality is exactly what Bozhukas needs to flatten.

"Let Yelena announce this matter later."

Bozhukas consoled him,

"Leader.....have a good rest."

Leader, now that things have come to this, are you starting to call me the leader?

You clearly didn't respect my opinion, but in the end you called me "leader". Captain, are you mocking me?

Tallulah lowered her head, pursed her lips, did not answer, turned around and left.

Bozhukasti didn't care. He could understand that Tallulah would have some emotions after making such a decision.

After all, she still has a long way to go.

And he will help her.

PS: Speech picture

Chapter 321: Vice President Wilson: Ah~ Snow Leopard~