I'm in Terra

Those opponents who required him to put in a lot of effort and even be prepared to fight to the death to defeat them now returned to their original elegant and humble appearance just by hearing the news that Carter had awakened.

Obviously, Qiaoluoyi can't do this because he is not strong enough.

"Tell the brothers. Get ready. We are going to leave Luxembourg and develop in the west." After having lunch with several officers at home, Joloy made a new decision.

Now that Carter had taken control of Luxembourg, he would go outside of Luxembourg, to places Carter couldn't reach yet, and use the corpses of the nobles there to prove his own strength.

To prove that he, Joloy, is also a strong man.

"But, Boss. The nobles in Luxembourg still abide by some basic rules. If you want to develop outside, the nobles from other places are all beasts who will do anything to achieve their goals."

"It doesn't matter. It's better to say that everyone will do whatever it takes. Paul, are you and your soldiers afraid of those pampered losers?"

"Of course not, Second Young Master."

PS: Because the book is about to be put on the shelves, there are only two updates today.

Although this book currently has only more than 8,000 collections, Hokusai is still very happy that so many friends are willing to support and help him.

I hope that everyone will continue to support Hokusai in the future. Thank you all (bow).

A General's Success: Remarks on the Release

People always lament that time flies by like a flash, and Hokusai is no exception.

Two months have passed since the Tarkov Baker's book was finished. During this time, Hokusai experienced failure and thought about giving up. But in the end, he picked up his pen and continued his life as a writer.

There are many reasons for writing books. Some of them are out of love for the book and the hope of making money. But more importantly, I want to share my inner stories and my own imagination with everyone.

Hokusai is very happy that this book has received so much attention and support from readers. Hokusai will continue to work hard to live up to everyone's expectations.

From the time it is released, this book will be updated three times a day. If the comments or votes from the previous day are enthusiastic, Hokusai will also consider updating four times a day (in fact, this benefit was already implemented this week after it was released, haha~).

In addition, Hokusai has seen some readers leave messages saying that they want to see Hokusai update more, want to open a bounty, etc. So here Hokusai will reply to them all.

Because the update has been increased to three times a day, Hokusai no longer offers rewards for monthly tickets or recommended updates. However, in response to everyone's blades and rewards, Hokusai still promises to add more updates based on the original three updates.

The rules for additional chapters are simple: one chapter for every 100 bonuses, and one chapter for every 15,000 bonuses. There's no upper limit. These bonus chapters are added on top of the original three chapters per day, meaning each time the bonus conditions are met, there will be four or five chapters per day. (The maximum number of chapters per day is five; otherwise, Hokusai's hand would break.)

There is no upper limit to the reward, but when Hokusai feels that he can no longer pay back the money, he will post a separate chapter to end the reward.

The current plan for this book is to surpass Hokusai's historical record and strive to complete it with 1.5 million or even 2 million words.

Therefore, I would like to ask for your support and care for Hokusai.

Thank you very much!!!

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A General's Success: 13 The Darkness Advances Again

"An unexpected event still occurred." He played with the exquisite and beautiful transparent wine glass in his palm, staring at the scarlet liquid spinning inside with a sharp gaze, as if trying to see through the random vortex.

"This should have been a fight between brothers, with one dead and the other injured. Why did it turn out like this? The seriously injured one didn't die, and the rebellious one changed his nature. It's as if everything is against me."

The deep voice was answered by a young and arrogant female voice: "Ha~~~ Is this even necessary? My dear boss, the more people scheme, the more likely they are to be retaliated against. If you had let us take action back then, that so-called Carter Director Agent would never have seen the light of day. Oftentimes, power is the deciding factor, isn't it?"

"It's the Acting Governor."

A deep male voice corrected him, setting down his wine glass and gently adjusting his understated yet luxurious black coat. "Luxembourg is heavily guarded, a mobile city with one of the strongest military capabilities in the entire Northeast. Those local spies are fine, but you demons trying to sneak in? Humph—I'm afraid there'll be bloodshed on the city walls the next day."

"Tsk." The arrogant woman spat slightly, as if she was about to say something inappropriate. Fortunately, the man standing next to her quickly stepped forward and covered the woman's mouth. He bowed his head and apologized slightly: "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't discipline her strictly enough."

"Forget it. I don't expect you demons to know what courtesy is."

The man snorted disdainfully, his gaze not even lingering on the two men for a second. "Just remember who fed you, and take a few bites of that vile food for me. I'll have paid off my feeding of you, you little dogs. Get out of here."

The burly man nodded calmly, then covered the woman's mouth and dragged her out of the warm and luxurious room.

Watching the two departing figures, a deep male voice snorted in dissatisfaction, "Send the maids over to clean twice more, and don't forget to spray disinfectant. Also, arrange for two assassins. Since that kid dared to leave Luxembourg, let him experience the dangers of the world."

"Your will," the man whispered, and a gorgeous woman dressed as a maid appeared beside him without warning. "But since we need to deal with the general's offspring, do you need me to send someone to deal with the third son who has long since passed away?"

The man crushed the wine glass in his hand, letting the slag and wine flow through his hands. "Don't do anything unnecessary. Those guys in the east and north have nothing to do with us. I only want one thing—the mobile city that should have belonged to me long ago."

Seeing this, the woman said no more and disappeared as quietly as she had appeared, leaving only one response echoing in the room: "Yes, my lord."

After dismissing all the servants, the man fished a fine handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped the wine stains from his gloves. This wine glass had cost him a hundred thousand rubles, and now it looked rather gaudy. Although the man didn't take his stray dog seriously, the bitch had been right.

Strength is the only proof to dominate this world.

"First I'll cut off one of your arms, then I'll restrict your business. So what if you have an army? Without money, how many of those soldiers will be willing to stand by you? Once those old guys give in, I can openly settle in Luxembourg. Hahahahahaha——Luxembourg! Luxembourg!!! My Luxembourg."

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"Transfer? Are you serious?" Tallulah covered her forehead, looking at Froststar with a headache. After her last betrayal, Tallulah had finally let go of some of the little things she'd previously worried about. With Alina's encouragement and advice, Tallulah decided to regroup.

She sincerely told everyone the whole story and gave the right to choose to the infected people who followed her all the way. As a result, the outcome of the matter took a turn for the better, although many infected people did leave for various reasons.

But most people still chose to trust Tallulah and continue to work hard in this team. The team, which was originally suspicious of each other and had a tense atmosphere, reunited under Tallulah's leadership. However, when she was about to find a way to lead everyone to find food, Frost Star brought her unexpected news.

The guerrillas were preparing to abandon the network of relationships they had built up in the area and move north to set up camp in a poorer and colder village.

"You can also choose to stay. The mutual aid group for infected people we have built is already quite complete. At least before the beginning of this spring, you and your people don't have to worry about the patrol team." Frost Star smiled slightly, but her eyes lingered behind Tallulah.

After not seeing them for a few days, the infected people who were originally lifeless have now become more organized. Although their number has decreased a lot, those who remain are like the stubborn stones who are ready to fight to survive.

"If it were you now, the old stubborn guy would allow you to follow. How about it? Do you want to come together?"

"Are we willing to abandon our comfortable surroundings and plunge into the snowstorm?" Tallulah hesitated. Her team had just stabilized and was still short of food and clothing. If they followed the guerrillas, the houses they had painstakingly built would be completely abandoned, and they would be left with nothing.

But the opportunity to join the guerrillas was rare. Tallulah knew that Froststar had invited them because of Alina's recent efforts. If they chose to join the guerrillas, they would not only learn their methods of managing the infected, but also gain a safer military support.

Should she trust the present or leave it to the future? For the first time, Tallulah felt the choice was so difficult.

pat-

Just as Tallulah was hesitating, a pair of gentle hands grasped her left hand. Alina, who had been standing beside her, gently grasped her hand, her eyes signaling her to look behind her.

Tallulah turned her head and looked, only to be met with pairs of eyes filled with trust. The infected people didn't know what Tallulah was thinking, but they believed that this sincere girl could make a suitable decision for them.

Alina smiled, a smile that reassured Tallulah: "Make your choice with confidence. No matter what, we will stand by you."

Hands clenched tightly.

Tallulah glanced around, taking in everyone's expressions. Then she turned and replied firmly, "We'll go with the guerrillas."

"Then pack up and leave this morning." Shuangxing restrained her smile, and a flash of admiration flashed in her eyes: "The coming snowstorm will be difficult to endure, so hold on and don't fall behind."

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A general has accomplished his mission: 14 I will give you a generous reward, I hope you will not worry

Recently, a strange rumor has been circulating in the town of Roan: Lord Roan has gone crazy.

Some people said that Ron had finally gotten his comeuppance for his years of tyranny, some said that it was because Ron's forced collection of taxes at the beginning of spring had aroused the displeasure of God, and some said that Ron accidentally angered the noble lord above him and was in constant fear.

But no matter how the rumors spread, reality was clear. The newcomers to the patrol team had suffered an accident while out collecting taxes a few days ago. Although they returned to Roan Town with a large amount of property, they had lost many members along the way.

The townspeople were unaware of the cause, only hearing rumors of hunters strewn with corpses while out hunting. Lord Ron, however, seemed deeply shaken by the incident. He desperately sought to save his life, restructuring his patrols, keeping a large number of elites at home, forcing all his relatives to retreat to their mansions, and dismissing his previously lavish collection of maids.

The whole person has changed from being unrestrained and flamboyant before to being a recluse now. The trick behind this is really thought-provoking.

And now, Ron had made a shocking decision. As spring approached, he issued a warrant in the name of the Lord. The content was simple: he announced that he and his family would travel to Saint Jun Castle, and the management of Ron Territory would be entrusted to the lord of the large city in the northwest.

Abandoning their own territory and fleeing in despair was a real eye-opener for the residents of Roen's territory. Regardless of how things unfolded, they fully supported Roen's departure. After all, no matter how anthropomorphic the new administrator was, he was still better than this greedy pig.

So, in full view of the crowd, Roan, his family, and close associates swaggered onto a luxurious carriage and hurriedly left Roan Town under the escort of his retainers. In their place came a group of well-mannered young men riding pack animals.

"Is this the town of Ron? To be honest, it's worse than I imagined. The small town is already so old, how dilapidated will the countryside be?" Victoria inspected the first territory he had captured, but there was no ripple in his heart.

It was too dilapidated. Victoria had an intuitive estimate of the wealth that Lord Ron had amassed, as he had managed to turn a small town into such a dilapidated and poor state.

This place can only be used as a transit station for soldiers. If we want to resume production and recruit soldiers here, it will probably not be completed in one or two years.

The reserve officers accompanying Victor also noticed this problem. Many of them frowned, whispering about how to restore the local population. Victor listened to the discussion behind him, but didn't interrupt. Roan Town was just a small town, unlike a formal border city like Norvinsk. It was at most a landmark and outpost that Ursus had nailed to the eastern snowfields. If they couldn't even manage a city like this, there was no point in even thinking about returning to Norvinsk.

Arriving at Ron's mansion, Dorothy, looking somewhat haggard, had already been waiting for him. Dorothy and her magic had been instrumental in their successful capture of the territory without a single drop of blood. Victoria said nothing, simply gently embracing the girl in his arms: "You did a perfect job. Leave the rest to me."

Hearing the boy's praise, Dorothy smiled slightly while lying in Victoria's arms, and then fell asleep peacefully.

Victoria gently placed the tired girl on the sofa and covered her with a blanket. He then quietly led the team out of the living room and headed straight for Ron's underground warehouse.

Dorothy had already finished counting the supplies in the house. Seeing Victoria coming forward, the captain who was on personal guard felt in his arms and took out the list that Dorothy had prepared.

Victor took the list and glanced at it, a flicker of shock crossing his usually calm face. Honestly, he had already estimated the magnitude of this wealth when he saw the decline of Roan Town, but now that he had actually counted it, the amount far exceeded his expectations.

"...I have a mission for you."

After memorizing the information on the list, Victor handed it to the young officials behind him. Hearing their completely suppressed exclamations, Victor coughed lightly and said, "I will only stay in Roen for three days. Your task is to travel throughout Roen Town and various villages within three days and discuss a plan that can convince me. As your start-up capital, I will keep 30% of Roen's wealth. As for the content, you can freely choose."

After saying this, Victoria looked at the soldiers who had come with him and said, "You also have a mission. After I lead the team away, you will be sent as scouts to the town in the south. This time, there will be no Ms. Dorothy as a hidden killer. In other words... now it's time for the men."

"Yes!" The accompanying soldiers patted their chests heavily, their eyes full of desire to achieve great things.

After arranging the work, Victoria looked at the team leader who was guarding the gate and asked with a smile, "What did I promise you before we set off again?"

The black-clad captain shuddered slightly and abruptly knelt on one knee. Seeing this, the soldiers beside him also knelt deeply. The captain swallowed hard, his deep voice filled with uncontrollable excitement, "The Lord once said that if we cooperate with Ms. Dorothy to successfully capture the stronghold... we will be rewarded handsomely."

"One-tenth of Lord Ron's wealth, 20% goes to Dorothy, and the remaining 80% goes to your team. After the resident officials have selected, you can choose. Is this reward... a great reward?"

Gulp————

The sound of swallowing saliva echoed continuously. Everyone present knew the staggering amount of wealth in the warehouse. One tenth of this wealth... no, even just one percent of it would be enough to support a family of three in Norvinsk for a lifetime. And eight percent of it...

grunt.

The black-clad soldiers stared at the captain eagerly, hoping he would quickly agree. With this reward, not only would he be able to visit his family, but he would even be able to find another uninfected wife.

Unlike maternal infection, if only the father is infected, the probability of the offspring being infected isn't 100%. Perhaps... they still have a chance of leaving behind healthy offspring.

The soldiers' breathing became heavier at the thought. As their leader, the captain also understood this. However, after hesitating for a long time, he did not accept the reward. Instead, he leaned forward and slammed his head to the ground.

"We are truly honored to receive your generosity. But compared to wealth and money, we desire more than anything else to be by your side and serve as your right-hand man!"

PS: Second update, where are the votes? Where are the comments? Come on, give it all to me~~~~

PS2: A little PY

《It’s over! I’m locked in a dream!》

A General's Success: 15 Flying Bear Army (Part )

Silence, a deathly silence, descended upon the underground warehouse. The accompanying officials could never imagine why an infected person would refuse such a lavish reward. Instead, the accompanying soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment. After a brief moment of shock, they suddenly remembered a rumor they had only heard during military exercises.

Plop——plop——

Realizing what their captain was thinking, the several black-clad soldiers present also knelt one after another. They didn't know if this gamble would succeed, but they believed in the black-clad captain who had always stood by them through thick and thin.

"Alright, get up." Seeing the black-clad captain kneeling for a long time, Victor shook his head helplessly. "You are well-informed, but have you really made your plans? Although I didn't stipulate that the candidates must be non-infected, it would be difficult for you to be selected."

The captain slowly stood up, his eyes unwavering in determination. "We are all elite soldiers handpicked by the Lord. While we may not be as skilled as veterans, we are willing to fight for this. Even if our souls are shattered and our bodies and brains are slain, we will not refuse!"

Victoria nodded and looked around. The black-clad soldiers he was watching all lowered their heads in silence. "Have you made up your mind?"

"I've made up my mind!" The captain in black nodded heavily.

"Then, tell me a deadline." Victoria said with a smile, "Although I said that those who have made contributions can challenge for the position of the Flying Bear Army, there is only one chance. Do you have an idea of when it starts?"

"Within two months!" The black-clad captain dusted himself off and replied in a resounding voice, "Within two months, we will definitely catch up with the soldiers in the camp. When that happens, we will use our current achievements as an invitation to challenge them!"

"I'm right." Victor nodded with a smile. The Ursus soldiers were even more determined than he'd imagined, which was fantastic news for him. Take the soldiers before him, for example. Though born infected, they possessed immense potential. If they were fed with food and wine and disciplined with strict discipline, they might still become capable individuals. The only drawback would be that their lifespans might be significantly shorter than those of normal soldiers.

But this little problem is not a big deal compared to the sufficient reserve troops.

With this in mind, Victoria walked over to the black-clad captain and patted him gently on the back. "Although you chose to repay your losses with merit, your contributions along the way are no small feat. The original reward will no longer count, but I'm allowing you to use four-tenths of it to reward your subordinates. Eat more wine and meat, and grow some weight! Challenging the Flying Bear Army's position isn't something you can achieve simply by training yourself."

"Thank you for your kindness, sir!" The captain in black was stunned and wanted to kneel down immediately, but Victoria supported the captain, smiled and shook his head.

"Soldiers, proceed according to the original plan! Officers, come with me to tour Roan Territory and see what kind of mess that fat guy has left us!"

The soldiers looked at each other and shouted their loudest response ever: "Yes!!!"

The lessons of the past are lessons for the future. The elite team can get a big reward, and they can also fight for it.