People in Terra, governing a weird little country

“I told you to look forward!”

Tallulah was startled and raised her head suddenly.

Not far away, Yelena was running towards her with two strangers. The Sarkaz man was the first to see Tallulah and Alina on her back. His eyebrows immediately raised and he shouted:

"That idiot over there! Put him down now!"

PS: I saw someone scolded Sister Tazi earlier. Let me explain. The words in brackets are the whispers of Old Black Snake. Old Black Snake's philosophy is relatively complex. To put it simply, it's basically the most extreme. Sister Tazi's own ideas are not in brackets.

I remember mentioning this when I wrote the previous chapter about Sister Tazi, but maybe it was too long ago and some friends may have forgotten it.

The Black Snake taught Ta to lead Sister Ta to the direction of "You seem a little too extreme". Either you ask Sister Ta to save them all, or if Sister Ta can't save them, tell Sister Ta that since you can't save them all, it's definitely not pleasing, so why not just kill them all. So Ta finally went crazy, thinking that Integration couldn't save the infected, Integration couldn't even save itself, so he gave away all Integration.

Sister Tazi herself was not so extreme at the beginning. The one in black brackets is the perverted old black snake.

PS2: Go to sleep, and go directly to watch Music Synesthesia at night. I hope the song "General's Wish" will be included this time!

There are so many people at the music synesthesia event.

There is still half an hour left before the game starts. Unfortunately, the little special I asked for hasn't been drawn yet, otherwise I could print out the free stuff to exchange. Oh, I'm really angry. Watching others exchange for free stuff like crazy.

I don't know if there are any readers here, so I won't report the seats to avoid being caught offline, hahahaha.

Come back to update in the evening!

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

Chapter 435: Tallulah: Sedimentation, kids, I will be back!

Standing in front of the makeshift room, Tallulah's expression was a mixture of guilt, sadness, anger, and uneasiness, and its complexity was comparable to the eyes of the fish in the reading comprehension questions in Yan Country High School.

Only now did she realize what a wrong decision she had made.

No, she made too many bad decisions.

He did not believe the advice of Bozhukasti and Yelena, and took the initiative to take in the 200 refugees.

It was clearly his own problem, but he bothered Alina and even allowed her to go out alone to exchange supplies, which led to the attack.

They trusted too much in the kindness of human nature and were too unprepared for the dangers around them. They did not consider at all what kind of shocking malice could be bred by the isolated tundra, the scarcity of material conditions, and the instigation of people with ulterior motives.

Also, Dr. Clausewitz angrily rebuked him for carrying Alina, who had lacerations and penetration wounds on her body, and walking on the uneven snow, which was simply draining Alina's blood...

Compared with the previous three points, the last one was even the least wrong. Because, as Dr. Clausewitz said, even if she didn't do that "stupid thing", the guerrillas' medical conditions could not cope with Alina's injuries at all. Death was inevitable, it was just a matter of time and pain.

Although it was a bit hellish, to some extent, Tallulah helped Alina to suffer less pain.

What's more, there is no need to shy away from saying that her last mistake was itself the "cause" and the final "result" of the first three mistakes.

But Tallulah didn't feel relieved at all.

She just felt more and more guilty, more and more self-blaming, and more and more self-doubting.

She almost killed her best friend herself.

"Captain, Yelena, am I not fit to be the leader?"

With her head lowered, Tallulah didn't even dare to look at the expressions of the two figures beside her. She was like a poor prisoner waiting for the final trial, anxiously waiting for the judge to strike the hammer of condemnation.

Yelena did knock it down.

She clenched her hand into a fist and punched Tallulah on the shoulder, knocking the already numb Drake girl to her knees.

"How dare you say such a thing?"

Yelena frowned and looked at Tallulah in disbelief.

Where was the fighter Tallulah who had made that confident speech in front of her, declaring that she would give the infected a future, establish a collective without exploitation, build a harmonious and friendly community, and build a prosperous and stable city for the infected?

Talullah shouldn't be like this. Yelena was not only angry with Talullah, but also with herself.

If Tallulah was such a person, why did she persuade her father to join the guerrillas? Why did she fight for the beautiful vision she talked about? Why did she always prepare for sacrifice and participate in difficult battles?

If this was the case with Tallulah, then that meant that everything she, her father, her brothers and sisters, her uncles and aunts did was just working for a mine owner, a duke, or a king.

What she needed was not Tallulah's empty promises, but she made such a decision because she believed that Tallulah would really do it and realize the promises she had made!

But Tallulah, she looked so dejected and sad!

"You should go kill those who did that to Alina now, instead of kneeling here as if you are the murderer!"

Yelena scolded, revenge must be taken, favors must be repaid. She didn't understand any great principles that could be talked about for a whole day, but she understood this very well, because this was the code of conduct for their Icefield Guerrillas. It was the principle taught to her by the first ray of light she saw when she crawled out of the darkness of the black mine.

The figure that pierced the darkness with a heavy halberd - this time, Bozhukas did not stop Yelena's somewhat extreme action.

A deep scarlet gaze was projected from the hollow hole in his terrifying white skull, staring at Tallulah, as if waiting for her answer.

it's necessary.

In the past, he was too gentle, and Tallulah had reached her rebellious stage, so what he said was of no use to her at all.

But this time, Tallulah finally suffered and learned a lesson.

She needed to savor this feeling over and over again, just like watching a video, thinking over and over in her mind everything that Alina had experienced, until it left a scar in her heart, a burning scar that dripped with blood, a scar that would twitch when touched.

Only in this way can she remember the lesson and know how luxurious it is for a leader to have mercy - it is not impossible, but it should never be given easily.

Tallulah was silent.

Before she could answer, footsteps were heard in the tent.

Doctor Clausewitz, a Sarkaz with pitch-black horns, came out. The ice knife in his hand was stained with blood. It was a surgical tool made by Yelena using Originium techniques. There were no decent surgical tools in the camp to perform such a large-scale operation. They couldn't use the butcher knife for killing beasts and wild animals to perform the treatment.

Tallulah hurriedly raised her head, looked at Clausewitz, opened her mouth and wanted to ask, but the words were choked when they reached her lips.

She didn't dare to accept the worst outcome.

Clausewitz's expression was very serious. She glanced at Tallulah, then at Yelena and Bozhukasti standing beside her, and said without hesitation:

"Honestly, looking at your positions right now, who would believe that this person is the leader of the Tundra Guerrillas, or should we say, the [Reunion Movement]?"

Bozhukasti ignored the sarcasm in Clausewitz's words and asked:

"Doctor...how were the results of the surgery?"

"It worked," Clausewitz said. "The pioneers taught us to face our own identities calmly, even if these identities are stained with sin. What we need is repentance and compensation, not denial and rejection. This has indeed taught me a lot."

"If I wasn't a blood demon half-blood, Miss Elafia might not have made it to the camp after all this 'torture'."

"Thank you," said Bozhukas.

Yelena breathed a sigh of relief, while Tallulah let out a long sigh:

“Thank you…thank you.”

"Thank you, this is just what I should do as a doctor."

Clausewitz said calmly,

"Besides, now is not the time to be happy."

He said frankly,

"The so-called successful operation is just a method that is more acceptable to you. In fact, I have to tell you that Miss Alina's condition is not optimistic."

"I just used the blood demon's sorcery and my own medical skills to barely keep her alive. But the medical conditions in the tundra are not good enough to deal with such severe injuries as broken limbs. Seriously, there is no way she can be saved. She won't live for long."

Tallulah's heart, which had just been hanging in the air, immediately became heavier. She looked at Clausewitz, her lips trembling.

[Are you kidding me? Doctor, you just want to make fun of me and make me show my funny side in front of you, right?]

[Humph, don’t you think about it? After seeing this, can you still walk out of this tundra? ]

The will of the black snake began to play tricks on her again, and such thoughts subconsciously emerged in Tallulah's mind, but this time, she woke up quickly.

Fuck you, you stinky reptile!

What about your mother? Is there anyone else here who can save Alina? If you dare to think so, I should have stabbed you a few more times when I stabbed you to death! I am really ashamed of the years I lived in Longmen. Why didn't I think of learning the Yan country's big punishment?

In this way, I can torture you to death right away, cut you into small pieces and make a bowl of snake soup!

She looked at Clausewitz and pleaded:

"Is there no other way?"

"Have."

Clausewitz nodded.

"It's simple. Let me take Alina with me. With the power of the Holy Mountain Hermitage, as long as we leave Ursus and return to Lateran, we will be able to find the right doctor and equipment to cure Miss Alina."

"So, what is the price?" asked Bozhukas.

The world is bustling with people for profit. The patriots do not believe that there is such a good thing in the world. Not only did they send supplies and guidance to the guerrillas, but now they are willing to help with treatment for free?

The cost of treating this kind of serious injury is extremely high, and even if conventional means are used to cure it, the patient will still be disabled.

Unless you use Originium skills.

The price charged by a medical sorcerer who could possibly do this was very high, so why would the Holy Mountain Hermitage want to help?

He had always been somewhat wary of the Holy Mountain Hermitage. The main reason why he did not drive Clausewitz and Angelica away when they first arrived and explained their purpose was because the other party introduced themselves as a Sakota.

Sakota, it’s really hard to describe this race.

They really can do anything.

Moreover, it's not like Bozhuocasti has never seen or heard of any charitable organization that actually does this.

For example, the former Tower of Babel, and the "Doctors Without Borders and Educators Organization" founded by His Highness the Sarkaz.

But such a thing is not an isolated case after all, and Bozhukasti would rather believe that Clausewitz had some requirements.

He guessed correctly that Clausewitz and Angelica did have requests.

Angelica nodded to Clausewitz, took a step forward, and stated her price:

"The purpose of the Priory of the Holy Mountain is to build a country where everyone is equal. To achieve this goal, our organization alone, or Lateran alone, is not enough. All of Terra must work together."

"Therefore, we sent messengers to travel to various countries on Terra, hoping to find like-minded people to provide support."

"Unfortunately, Tallulah cannot meet our requirements at the moment. So—"

Angelica looked at Tallulah and said:

"We demand that Tallulah be replaced and that Miss Yelena take over the leadership of the Reunion Movement. Let Miss Tallulah start from the bottom."

Angelica's request was clear.

She and Clausewitz both felt that Tallulah was sick, a disease of having high expectations but low skills.

To deal with this situation, let her start from the grassroots level and experience the hardships of the soldiers. Let her experience the pain of having her food withheld after fighting desperately, let her experience the anger of the villagers who destroyed their families after losing their loved ones, let her experience the disgust of others persuading her to be magnanimous when she is about to die.

Clausewitz nodded. This was the solution she and Angelica had come up with.

Without experience, there is no right to speak. If Tallulah can only mature through experience, then let her write more about her manager.

At least, now, the more stable and realistic Miss Ye Lina can accept the integration movement and make this chess game more active.

He had expected Tallulah to resist, to question, to defy the decision.

But to his surprise, Tallulah admitted it.

She accepted it with extraordinary decisiveness:

"I understand. I have no problem with that."

"Yelena, I'll leave this position to you. I am indeed... still a little inexperienced."

Tallulah said, but her tone did not sound dissatisfied. Instead, she pursed her lips in relief.

"You are right. What I should think about is how to deal with those traitors. I made a big mistake this time. Although the guerrillas don't know about it, I can't forget it."

"Maybe, I should... No, I should start learning from the beginning."

Twenty percent of her current learning of the philosophy of life was based on the environment in Longmen at that time, and eighty percent was based on the education of Duke Kosice.

But the situation she is facing now is completely different from Longmen and the Dukedom of Kosice.

She could give out "rewards" lavishly to win people's hearts because she was the adopted daughter of the Duke. She could help the weak because she was born in Yan Country and had a bit of chivalry. Even her current way of thinking was that of the upper class nobles in Ursus. She was just pretending to understand the thoughts of the poor people and fantasizing that everyone could be like her, and that they could gain a lot after a little hardship.

However, for many people, suffering for a lifetime can mean skipping a meal, which may mean skipping their life!