I'm in Terra

As he was speaking, Carlisle suddenly rolled his eyes: "You... let them go on purpose?"

"If we don't investigate thoroughly, they'll soon return. But if we investigate village by village, it will give those infected time to flee in panic." As the tobacco shreds gradually ignite, Nikalov puffs lightly.

"As long as I slightly arrange the order of the search, I can force them to act according to my intended trajectory. Carlisle, a truly first-class general must learn to predict the enemy's goals and manipulate their every move. Although those guerrillas lingering on the edge of our territory can breathe a sigh of relief, they will soon find that my territory is not suitable for them to survive, and then they will inevitably continue to move south until..."

"Until they cross the Ural Mountains and reach the warmer southern region." Carlisle's eyes lit up, and he quickly lowered his head to ask for orders: "General, leave the task of pursuing the remnants of the infected guerrillas to me. Just lead two elite teams to the mountains in advance to intercept them. I guarantee that we can capture them all before they cross the mountains!"

Snapped----

The sound of his pipe tapping lightly on the table interrupted Carlisle's mid-sentence. Nikalov exhaled a long puff of smoke and stared into Carlisle's eyes expressionlessly: "When did I say I wanted to keep them?"

Gumbling—

Just one expression, one movement, and Carlisle, who had been so excited just a moment ago, was instantly silenced. Presuming his own general's intentions was obviously a foolish decision, and even more foolish was that he guessed wrong.

For a moment, the only sound in the entire office was Nekalov's heavy breathing.

call----

"I will send you a standard battalion of soldiers to surround and capture the fleeing infected." After a moment's silence, Nikalov whispered his orders:

"I have only one request. Move slowly, not quickly. Make sure those scum can successfully cross the Ural Mountains and reach the southern plains. Once the infected have crossed the Ural Mountains, you will lead your team behind them and sneak into the southern plains with them. I will then send you reinforcements in the name of suppressing bandits. Remember, until the reinforcements arrive, you must keep the infected alive and well. Do you understand?"

"Understood, understood. I will drive those infected people all the way to the southern plains like a wolf chasing a flock of sheep, and then wait for the main force to reunite." Carlisle repeated the order, cold sweat unknowingly soaking his shirt.

The order sounded simple, but the meaning behind it frightened Carlisle.

He remembered clearly that the Fourth Army's territory ended at the Ural Mountains, and the southern plains were not their area of responsibility.

But the order clearly mentioned crossing the mountains and waiting for support...

Gulp————

Carlisle subconsciously looked up at Nekalov, but what he saw was a pair of cold eyes hidden in the smoke.

Obviously, the general's target from the beginning was not the infected, but...

Wine pool and meat forest: 34 The curtain rises

Ta da da - da da da -

After seeing Carlisle off, Nekalov's office returned to silence for a while, but before he could enjoy a few puffs of the high-end tobacco he had just bought, a distinctive knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Ta da da - da da da -

There were three knocks, then a pause, a rhythmic and steady beat. Nekalov did not open the door; he already knew who was standing there.

"Come in yourself."

Although Niekalov's office was well-insulated, even if someone shouted loudly from inside, no one outside could hear a single word. But as soon as he finished speaking, the rhythmic knocking on the door suddenly stopped, replaced by a deep and magnetic greeting.

"Long time no see, Duke. Glad to see you're in good spirits."

After the greeting, an elderly man walked into the office. Although he was white-haired and thin, his well-fitting aristocratic military uniform clearly showed his identity.

The old man's name is Caleb Cohen, a count belonging to the Fourth Legion and one of Nekarov's most capable subordinates.

But now, both the name and his past have no meaning, because Caleb Cohen is now opening a pair of vertical pupils, a pair of vertical pupils belonging to a snake.

"How many clones do you have inside Ursus, Kosice?"

Nikarov picked up his beloved pipe and took a deep drag. Every time the Black Snake came to see him in a new identity, Nikarov could not help but be surprised for a moment. The more he knew about those legends, the more he understood the horror of the Black Snake.

"There are many more possibilities than you can imagine." Caleb Cohen smiled slightly, the serpent pupils in his eyes gradually disappearing. "As long as the belief is the same, anyone can become an immortal black snake."

"The same beliefs? Haha——" Nikalov sneered and did not comment on Black Snake's answer.

"Let's get down to business. The infected guerrillas you mentioned are about to leave my territory, and I've sent people to follow them. Now, can you tell me who your target is?"

"Not enough. Just one battalion is far from enough." Caleb shook his head and casually repeated the order that Nikarov had just issued: "This is neither a test nor a warning, but a hunt, a gamble."

"How many troops do you want me to send to encircle and eliminate a group of infected people fleeing here and there?" Nekalov raised his eyebrows and asked half angrily and half tentatively.

Black Snake stared at Nikarov, his deep voice echoing like hell at that moment: "If possible, I hope it is... half a legion."

Snapped----

Karlov slammed his pipe heavily on the table. Black Snake's answer made him feel absurd and ridiculous: "Half a legion? You told me half a legion? Do you want to start a civil war in the south, or do you want me to storm a mobile city???"

"......." Black Snake did not answer, but just looked at Zekalov quietly.

He knew very well that Nikarov was not an idiot who could not see the current situation. All he needed now was a reason.

"There won't be a civil war. I've got it all planned out from top to bottom. As long as we use the infected guerrillas—oh, now it's called the Reunion—and cooperate with the Scourge to destroy that city in the name of the Reunion, even if those slick upstarts want revenge, they won't have an excuse to do so."

"Is this a moving city?" Nikarov gritted his teeth and asked, "Who is the target?"

Black Snake sneered and answered without hesitation, "Chernobog and Count Boris. They are the vanguards of the opposition to the aristocratic military system and the industrial core of the emerging aristocracy. If Chernobog and Boris can be silenced, the emerging aristocracy will have to stay quiet for at least five or even ten years."

"That's a good idea, but there's more to it than that." Nikarov picked up his pipe again and closed his eyes in thought. "If you don't explain clearly, don't even think about taking a single soldier from me."

Black Snake hesitated for a moment, then selectively revealed part of his plan: "After destroying the city, we'll provoke war. If we leave the ruins to them, they might even rise again. I plan to have the infected seize the destroyed Chernobog, and then drive away the remains of the city in their name."

"That way, those upstarts will follow the wreckage and choose to ignore the strangeness behind it. Oh, you're as filthy as ever." After a moment of contemplation, Nikarov opened his eyes. "I'll take this bet. But I have one request. Since I'm the one sending the troops, the last piece of ruins will also be mine."

"Tsk—deal." Black Snake frowned and agreed reluctantly: "As long as everything goes according to plan, I will eventually let those infected people drive the ruins to your territory. As for how you deal with it afterwards, it's up to you."

"That's better." Nikarov nodded, and a faint green smoke came out of his mouth and nose again.

The ruins of a mobile city in exchange for the deployment of half a legion—though the deal wasn't particularly cost-effective, it was still acceptable. The most important issue was that Nikarov had long disliked Count Boris.

Their territories were adjacent, though separated by the Ural Mountains. Count Boris had often done things to annoy him. Normally, Nikarlov was not in a position to attack Boris due to his status, but since someone wanted to target him, Nikarlov didn't mind offering a small favor.

I may not make much money or even lose money, but the annoying guy must disappear. This is the revenge method of Ursus men.

But Nikarov would never have imagined that Black Snake's goal was never limited to just a mobile city. Whether it was the soldiers he sent or the mobile city ruins that Black Snake promised, he never thought of returning them to the iron-fisted general before him.

The drama is about to begin, and the actors are taking their places step by step. The winds of war for Ursus are about to blow again, but this time, who will have the last laugh?

However, what Victoria did not expect was that when everyone turned their eyes to the south, the hunting bee who had been in charge of fishing had an unexpected harvest.

PS: The new mode is a lot more addictive to play.

(I'm level 6, please send me my invincible Vishdel!)

(Coming from a certain unlucky person who hasn't gotten EW in 13 consecutive refreshes.)

By the way, interested readers can guess whose Originium skill will be mastered next by Victory.

(There is no reward for guessing correctly. Of course, if Hokusai is in a good mood, it is not impossible to add an extra chapter as a token of encouragement.)

Feast of the Drunkenness: 35 Bee Hunter's Turns

"Hunter bees! Hunter bees! Hunter bees! Hunter bees!"

The dim and crowded venue was filled with people, and many strong men in military uniforms gathered together. Following their cheers and gazes, the only beam of strong light on the field hit the center of the field.

It was a rough arena, and in the center stood a petite and lovely girl. She was wearing a simple training outfit, which seemed out of place with the atmosphere of the arena.

Opposite the girl were two burly men with resolute faces, rough stubble, and muscular bodies that came from years of battle. Just one look at them would make one certain that this ring belonged to them.

But what was shocking was that the two strong men were not competing against each other. On the contrary, they were standing shoulder to shoulder, cautiously guarding the girl not far away.

The battle is about to begin, and the audience outside the venue is cheering and placing bets on their favorite players.

"Hey, Old Hantui, which way are you going?" At the edge of the field, a young soldier elbowed the veteran who brought him here. This was his first time in such a place, so he was a little hesitant about where to spend his meager military pay.

"Me? You must be the instructor of Hunting Bee? Is that even a question?" The middle-aged man, who was called Old Cold Legs by the young people, responded with dissatisfaction, his eyes fixed on the ring.

Compared to the meager military pay, Lao Hantui wanted to see more exciting scenes of fist-fighting. In the army, he only had this opportunity once a month. He didn't expect that there would be a special boxing gym in Luxembourg, and he didn't expect that the ace of this boxing gym was actually their instructor, Hunter Bee.

"But Instructor Bee Hunter's odds are really low, huh? He's clearly one against two, but the odds are only 1.2? In comparison, those two unknown tough guys' odds are almost 3."

"Then you should go and bet on those two tough guys." Hearing his henchmen's grumbling, Lao Hantui snorted disdainfully: "They don't look like the kind of people who are good at fancy moves. If you go and place a bet on them, you might win a lot of money."

The young man scratched his head and finally gave up his wild thoughts: "Forget it, I don't think they are the kind of people who can beat the instructor. I'd better just be an instructor. A little less is better than nothing."

"That's it, don't disturb me from watching the game!"

The betting time ended soon, and the three people on the ring began the game under the referee's announcement.

The two hunks standing side by side are actually brothers, the elder named Darby and the younger named Bambi. Originally just fitness enthusiasts, they were spotted by the owner of a boxing gym and quickly joined the fighting club. Under the owner's training, the brothers improved their fighting skills and soon became renowned fighters.

And today's fight is their first fight after the restructuring of this fighting club.

Yes, reform.

This fighting club originally opened an underground boxing ring to serve the nobility and some wealthy businessmen, but since the Luxembourg Rebellion, the nobility in Luxembourg have died or fled, and the few remaining people have no interest in coming to the boxing ring to watch.

Therefore, to keep the fighting club afloat, the owner, following Bee Hunter's advice, undertook a restructuring. The original brutal and bloody rules were abolished, and a new set of rules based on the Luxembourg military's fighting selections was established. The club's target clientele also shifted from the aristocracy to the soldiers stationed in Luxembourg.

With familiar rules, fist-to-fist combat and official endorsement, this fighting club quickly transformed from an underground black boxing ring to the most popular entertainment venue among young people in Luxembourg.

There are even many rumors claiming that as long as you can win three official matches in the club, you can go to the Luxembourg recruitment office to apply to become a low-level officer.

As for Shula, she just wanted to repay the boxing gym owner who adopted and trained her, and enjoy the fun of a formal fighting match during her break.

"Ola Ola Ola!"

The moment the referee rang the bell, Huntsman Bee rushed like a bolt of lightning, charging towards the two brothers who were still on guard. She knew full well that despite her frequent training in the barracks and her frequent sparring sessions with Victor, her strength hadn't grown much. She was definitely at a disadvantage in a one-on-two fight, so she had to find a way to get one of them out of the fight first.

Older brother? Or younger brother?

The Hunting Bee approached the two men with erratic steps, her gaze shifting between them. The moment she charged, her brother Darby had already sensed her intention and prepared for it. Bambi, however, was a step behind, only reacting when the Hunting Bee launched itself.

Should we eliminate the weak first?

Without much hesitation, Huntsman Bee pressed forward, closing in on his brother, Bambi. Despite the significant size difference between them, Huntsman Bee believed her strength wouldn't be much behind Bambi's. Furthermore, whether the bulky Bambi could even reach her was still a question.

"Ha, I've been fooled!"

However, the moment Beehive chose Bambi as its opponent, the two brothers, who had been frowning, smiled at the same time. The elder brother, Darby, quickly left Bambi's side, while Bambi crouched down, staring at Beehive's body like a hungry wolf.

They guessed that the petite Hunter Bee was most likely a speedster, and they also guessed that she would look for the weaker of the two and try to defeat them one by one. So from the beginning, the elder brother Darby pretended to be pretentious on the side, while the younger brother Bambi deliberately looked a little dull.

In fact, although both of them are muscular, it is the elder brother Darby who is clumsy and weak, relying only on brute force, while the younger brother Bambi is an absolute genius who is proficient in various fighting techniques.

As the two expected, Bambi successfully blocked the attack of the Hunting Bee. Although Bambi was a little surprised by the powerful strength of the Hunting Bee that was seriously disproportionate to its size, this level was still within his tolerance.

As long as the most deadly attack is stopped, the next step will be a fight between the two brothers.

That's how it should be.

"Eula!"

The next moment after the two men came into contact, a slender little fist penetrated Bambi's defense and punched him in the lower abdomen lightly.

And this punch is just the beginning.

"Ola Ola Ola Ola!!!"

The next second, countless fists attacked Bambi like phantoms. They nimbly passed through Bambi's raised arms and beat this strong body fiercely.

One second, five punches.

Although each blow was not as heavy as the initial attack, it was enough to make Bambi feel dull pain. And this violent storm of punches was enough to make any adult faint.

Alice in Wonderland

A sudden inspiration might increase the chances of winning a battle, but given the absolute disparity in strength, even the correct behavior would still seem full of flaws.

"The winner is, Hound Bee!!!"

Plop————

The two muscular men collapsed to the ground, leaving only the petite girl with her hands raised high to greet the cheers from the audience.

Originium skills were just that unreasonable. Hunter Bee simply used the instincts etched into his body to accelerate his punching speed, producing a large number of incredible fist shadows.

Speed, skill, and Originium skills, when these three are integrated into Hunter Bee's petite body, the energy that erupts is enough to shock anyone who dares to underestimate her.

"Huh—satisfied, satisfied~~~"

After enjoying the cheers from the crowd, Hunter Bee took the towel handed to him by the referee and left the ring with his head wrapped in it. The two brothers who collapsed on the stage were carried off by the on-site doctor. Although there were still a few more matches to come, Hunter Bee no longer had the heart to watch.

She's had her fill of it.

The brothers, Dabi and Bambi, didn't last long against her, but they put plenty of pressure on her, whether it was Bambi who initially stopped her advance and nearly threw her off, or Dabi who fought relentlessly until she used a series of Originium techniques to end the fight. Both were exceptional and powerful fighters, and with time, they might become the club's new ace players.

After wiping off the sweat and putting on his coat, Huntie Bee walked briskly out of the contestant tunnel. At the end of the tunnel, a middle-aged man, somewhat aged in appearance, extended his hand and greeted Huntie Bee.

"Oi, you're fighting fast~ Another quick attack?"