I'm in Terra

Knowing that the guerrillas would most likely choose to continue the action, Victoria was not in a hurry and just played with the two of them to his heart's content.

After all, once winter truly sets in, it won't be so easy to have such a pleasant time again. Victoria looked at the sky, silently calculating his next steps.

His good brother should be getting anxious now, right?

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Survival in a Foreign Land: 31 After a long period of farming, extraordinary achievements will be made

"My dear brother Carter, the snow in Ursus is getting increasingly bitten, and this winter may be even colder than usual. The situation in Norvinsk is relatively good. Aside from the mine attacked by the guerrillas, which has been temporarily suspended, other areas are relatively peaceful.

I've heard things haven't been peaceful in Luxembourg lately. Are those sinister and greedy old nobles stirring up trouble? My location is remote, so I can't gather more detailed information. I just hope you can safely and smoothly take over your father's estate.

Also, I haven't been in touch with my second brother for a while, and the caravans that have come and gone haven't brought any news from him. How's he doing lately? If it's convenient, I'd appreciate it if you could give him my regards. The entire Northeast region is currently plagued by internal and external troubles, and the situation is turbulent. Only by working together as brothers can we overcome these difficulties.

Wishing you and your second brother good health in the new year. Love, your third brother, Victoria. (By the way, I understand Luxembourg is experiencing significant resource depletion. If we can't immediately support Norvinsk, I'll hold off for a few days. But I still hope to receive aid from Luxembourg in a timely manner so we can better survive this winter.)

The crackling of the fireplace beside him brought a warm and lively interlude. Victory lay on the exquisite sofa, enjoying Dorothy's care. He had just read the letter that had been expedited to Luxembourg a few days ago. He believed that his eldest brother should have received the letter by now, but he wondered if his expression was as happy as Victor's.

"The propaganda was ruined by unknown people, Luxembourg's political affairs were interfered with by those nobles, and there was also the wolf-like Joloy who was eyeing us with greed... My elder brother will have a very sad winter." As he spoke, Victor nodded his head, fully enjoying Dorothy's warmth.

Dorothy's face flushed slightly, and she pinched Victoria's nose in dissatisfaction: "Don't move, I'm helping you clean your ears!"

Perhaps because the guerrillas had left Norvinsk yesterday, Dorothy's mood had improved. Today, she even offered to help Victor with his ears. Victor saw through her ulterior motives, but he didn't point them out. He didn't mind competition between the girls he favored; rather, he believed that reasonable competition could sometimes be a good thing.

After fully enjoying the girl's tenderness, Victor regained his fighting spirit. "I've sent the guerrillas to southern Luxembourg, where they'll conduct a two-month guerrilla campaign. When they return at the end of winter, the pressure on Norvinsk will be unprecedented. By then, the increased population will become a weapon for us, but it will also become an unbearable burden. Dorothy, help me make an appointment with my uncle and have him prepare to invite the Chamber of Commerce in Norvinsk and the surrounding Luxembourg. After winter is over, we will most likely have to actively join the war, and their help will be crucial."

"At the beginning of spring, huh? I see." Dorothy took out the notebook she always carried with her and wrote down the details. "So what are we going to do this winter? Just wait for them to start a civil war?"

Victoria emerged from Dorothy's embrace and breathed a long sigh of relief. "Clear the world and recharge your batteries. Tell the mines and engineering department that even if there's a continuous snowstorm, the orders must be completed. Even if weapons and armor are left to rot in the warehouse, the progress of weapon manufacturing cannot be stopped. By the way, have the police develop a plan. I want them to send people to patrol each village every week to ensure that they can begin production as soon as spring comes. As for the military camp, I'll go there myself."

"Okay, leave it to me." Dorothy nodded and quickly disappeared into the office.

Seeing Dorothy leave, Victoria put on his coat and went to the Norvinsk military camp.

As a border city, Norvinsk has always maintained a 3,000-man army. Before Victor's arrival, the border troops were considered a drudgery with no rewards, leading many officers to align themselves with the former patrol units. After Victor's arrival, he avoided the wholesale reshuffle of the military, as he had with the patrol units, but instead pursued a more moderate reform approach. After all, the army and police were the city's most important priorities. While Victor could delegate any authority to talented individuals, he held onto military power at all costs.

Entering the military camp, the soldiers were conducting daily training. Many men were bare-chested in the snow and ice, shouting loud slogans.

This was one of the fruits of Victor's reforms. He introduced ancient Chinese military drills into the barracks. Whether sword and shield soldiers, heavily armored shield guards, assault troops, or crossbowmen, Victor required them to undergo uniform physical training before daily training. He also held monthly military drills. Victor hoped to improve the soldiers' quality and combat effectiveness while weeding out officers who were merely filling in the gaps.

Aspiring generals must first command the support of their troops. Without outstanding performance in martial arts exercises, they would inevitably fail to win the respect of their subordinates. Victor, hoping to promote capable individuals through this method, must include himself in the ranks. Victor participated in the monthly military exercises. Leveraging Dong Zhuo's influence, he was adept at wielding swords, shields, and hammers at close range, and at long-range, unstoppable bows. While he didn't always take first place, his age and martial prowess earned the respect of the soldiers.

And now he has received the military support of his uncle Liu Bei, and it can be said that he has officially stood at the forefront of the military force.

Seeing Victor return to the camp for inspection, the soldiers didn't stop, but instead shouted even louder. Victor nodded with satisfaction, and after the entire army had completed its drill, he strode toward the platform. "Everyone, take a seat! Those without clothes, please put them on! By the way, the top three performers from the last drill, please step forward and compete with me before we get down to business."

"Hurrah!" Victory's unceremonious command excited the soldiers. Ursus men were known for their toughness and bravery, and the sight of a fight only made them even more excited.

The several tough guys who heard Victor's call were unfazed and immediately stepped onto the ring, waving their arms. Victor stipulated that promotions during non-wartime were based on martial arts performance, and the belligerent soldiers naturally sought ways to hone themselves. Victor, watching the three shirtless tough guys step out one by one, smirked and took off his coat.

"Old rules, one person per match. If you win, I'll get a promotion and a bottle of wine!"

"Ula!"

Survival Abroad: 32 Tests and Challenges

Amidst the soldiers' enthusiastic cheers, Victor leaped onto the ring and warmed up. The large man standing opposite him twisted his neck and lowered his waist slightly. He had been the third runner-up in the previous martial arts performance, so he naturally took the lead. The champion and runner-up from the previous performance were currently hanging in the corner of the ring, staring at Victor eagerly.

Of course, they didn't have any problems with their sexual orientation. It was just that there were no professional referees in the military, so the substitutes assumed the role of referee. The rules of the ring were also very simple: surrender, going out of bounds, losing consciousness, and actively using a killing move would be considered an elimination. In other cases, as long as no weapons were used, there were no restrictions.

After completing his warm-up, Victoria waved to the two temporary referees nearby, signaling that the competition could begin immediately. The referees were also unequivocal, shouting "Ura" as the horn of battle.

Victor often mingled in the military camp, so the big man knew he couldn't possibly beat him in a fair duel of combat skills. So, as soon as the command was given, he lunged forward with a roar, ready to leverage his size and strength to gain the upper hand.

If it were Victory in the past, he would have needed to spend some time to deal with this move. However, since obtaining the second officer card, he has gradually left the realm of ordinary people and turned to the realm of monsters.

Facing the bear-like brute, Victory bowed slightly, then charged forward like a cannonball. The brute froze for a moment, then quickly reached out to attack. However, Victor, despite his relatively small stature, was a step faster. Before the bear hug could reach him, he had already kicked out, unleashing all his might into the man's face. With a dull thud, the roaring bear lost its spirit, collapsing on the ground in a daze.

Seeing this, the two temporary referees couldn't help but shrink their pupils. They quickly raised their hands and shouted, "The battle is over. One move decides the outcome!"

Victoria smiled brightly, his hands raised high as he greeted the audience. The soldiers also cheered enthusiastically, cheering for their favorite players.

"Next," Victor waved, signaling the next person to take the stage. As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man, not quite young, scrambled into the ring. Unlike the tall, clumsy bear, this middle-aged man wasn't a native of Norvinsk. Instead, he'd been transferred to this snowy border town after offending a relative of a minor noble. He'd initially thought he'd languish in this place forever, but Victor's arrival had rekindled his hopes for advancement.

"Oka, my name." The middle-aged man moved his wrist slightly and then assumed a fighting stance.

Victoria nodded, indicating that he remembered his name. "Trained? How many years have you been in the army?"

"I learned martial arts for a while when I was a child, and as for my time in the army... it's been almost twenty years." Ouka took a deep breath and focused his attention completely on Victoria's limbs.

"Twenty years? That's not a short time." Victoria waved at the referee. "But here, the strong are respected. If you want your name to be on my lips often, then show me what you can do."

"I couldn't ask for more!" Ouka took a quick step and quickly approached the moment the roar sounded. But unlike the previous bear who had rushed without thinking, his steps were very steady, and there was no flaw in his movements.

Victor raised an eyebrow and charged forward, colliding head-on with Ouka. Though Ouka was thin, his body was as hard as steel, and Victor himself was a monster of immense strength. Both men stumbled after the collision. Neither had anticipated the other's strength, but the blow was merely a test, and each took the opportunity to reassess the other.

"Your body is well polished. Now let me see if your legs are nimble enough!"

In a split second, the young and powerful Victor adjusted his stance, ducking low before unleashing a sweeping kick. Seeing this, Ouka, disregarding his dignity, quickly leaped forward, following the force. Although he looked somewhat discomfited, he had indeed dodged Victor's attack.

But Victor refused to give up, repeatedly exploiting Oka's inability to adjust his body and delivering powerful blows. For a while, the two fought and retreated, soon forcing Oka to the edge of the ring. Oka gritted his teeth, ignoring the excruciating pain in his swollen hands and feet. He knew he would lose if the fight continued, so he bravely endured Victor's punches. The powerful force sent Oka retreating repeatedly, and he had been waiting for this moment.

While Victory had not yet changed his moves, Oka pressed his body heavily on the rope at the edge. The force of the blow plus his own gravity formed elastic force on the rope, helping Oka to get close to Victory's body at lightning speed.

There was only one chance to attack, and Oka chose the shoulder strike he was best at. His body, ready to strike, touched Victoria's shoulder, but the touch made Oka frown subconsciously.

It's too light and doesn't feel right!

The next moment, Oka pushed Victor toward the other side of the ring, but Victor, having been knocked down by Oka, slid along, smiling. Oka had ultimately underestimated Victor's agility. While he'd noticed from the speed of his attacks that Victor was more nimble than he was, he hadn't expected Victor, half-Hippogriff blood, to be so agile. The strength he'd been accumulating for so long hadn't been able to penetrate Victor's body, instead causing him to fall hard.

"That's a good idea, but your leg injury still affects your speed." Victoria stood up again and gently rubbed his shoulder. Although he had reduced most of the force, the blow did hit him.

"I lost." Oka staggered to his feet. He knew that Victor could easily defeat him with an open goal, so he raised his hand decisively to admit defeat.

Victoria was not surprised. He turned to look at the temporary referee beside him and asked, "What position is he in now?"

"Assaultman," the martial arts champion, who was acting as a referee, replied, "If it weren't for the reforms, I'd probably be a sword and shield soldier my whole life."

"Really?" Victor shrugged and turned his gaze back to Oka. "From today on, you're the squad leader. If you can manage your men well within three months and get them to improve their martial arts performances, you'll be the next lieutenant. Any objections?"

"Yes!" Oka slapped himself in disbelief, then bowed deeply to Victoria.

"Then it's your turn. Shura Orlov, I'm here to fulfill our previous agreement." After arranging Ouka's affairs, Victoria turned his gaze to the last person. She was the main reason why Victoria specially tested the martial arts champion this time.

Yes, she. A petite girl, no older than Victoria, whose nickname was more familiar than her name, which no one knew.

'Hunting Bee'.

A reserve from Luxembourg's underground black boxing ring, he is also one of the few who followed Victoria to Norvinsk.

PS: Every time I write a few hundred more words, I feel like I’ve lost millions.

Survival in a Foreign Country: 33 Shura Orlov

That happened when Victor was fourteen. Back then, his eldest brother, Carter, was still studying at Saint-Jean Castle, and his second oldest brother, Joloy, wasn't as gloomy as he is today. To show Victor a glimpse into the world of men, Joloy took him to Luxembourg's most famous underground black boxing ring.

This black boxing arena was jointly established by several nobles belonging to the Sixth Legion. It ostensibly operated as a legitimate fighting club. The fighting club was responsible for training fighters, attracting patrons, and hosting formal and rigorous matches. However, beneath this facade lay an underground world rife with bloodshed, violence, and the lust for money.

Any fighter who is short of money may be transformed from an honorary registered player into a bloody warrior with deadly moves, and the nobles can also enjoy the most realistic excitement here.

Shura Orlov was the reserve fighter that Victoria had found from the underground boxing ring.

In order to win the favor of his second brother, he became a regular at this underground boxing ring. The most popular ways of playing here were for the noble guards to play as players and fight each other, or for the nobles to buy the players they liked and use them for their own purposes.

Victor himself had no bodyguards, so he considered hiring a few promising athletes to serve as bodyguards. Unfortunately, at such a young age, he had limited financial resources and could not afford to hire those more famous athletes.

So he simply gave up on the newcomers who looked too weak and turned his attention to the reserve fighters being trained at the boxing gym. When Victor entered the training grounds, Shura Orlov, with his petite figure and peculiar hairstyle, immediately caught Victor's eye.

Although he had always been a Skip in his previous life, Victor, as a senior doctor, was quite familiar with his own Operators. He remembered that in his Operator library, there was an Operator with the exact same hairstyle and physical features as this girl. So, Victor didn't hesitate and directly used all his savings to buy this orphaned girl who grew up in a boxing gym.

Initially, the gym owner was reluctant to sell this promising young woman so easily, but after Victory revealed her last name, Kalashnikov, everything fell into place. To win her favor, the gym owner even offered Victory a discount and provided a detailed introduction to Shura Orlov's personality and abilities.

Shura Orlov, an infected person and an orphan. It's said that her father, also infected, was discovered by patrol officers and had no choice but to entrust the child to the owner of a boxing gym with whom he had a good relationship. The couple then disappeared from the world. The gym owner, who ran an illegal boxing ring for aristocratic nobles, had a considerable number of infected people under his wing. Therefore, he didn't dislike Shura Orlov and instead adopted her as a reserve for the gym.

Shula lived up to her boss's expectations, displaying exceptional fighting talent at a young age. Having grown up in a boxing gym, Shula wasn't shy about fighting; instead, she possessed a genuine passion for it. Her favorite thing to do was enjoy some honey after a sweaty bout.

The boss originally planned to package Shula as the rising star of the boxing gym after she came of age, but he had no choice but to give up the idea after Victoria intercepted her.

After buying Shula, Victoria did not treat her as an ordinary guard, nor did he do anything to Shula. Instead, he continued to train the girl according to the boss's advice, and treated her as his sparring partner and coach.

Yes, Coach. Although Shura was a year younger than Victory, Victory was no match for the petite girl. Even with the support of the officer card, Shura was still able to toy with Victory with his agility that was unlike that of an Ursus.

Victor, unwilling to admit defeat, made a bet with Shula: until Victor defeated Shula, he would treat Shula as his coach, giving him a certain amount of freedom and pocket money. However, if Victor defeated Shula, the relationship between coach and apprentice would be reversed, and Shula would no longer be able to refuse any of Victor's orders.

Thus began a relentless battle. Whenever Victor felt he had made progress, his first move was to challenge Shula. Shula, in return, dedicated himself to training, often even going to the black boxing ring to hone his skills and earn extra cash. Upon arriving in Norvinsk, Shula, under Victor's guidance, plunged headfirst into the military camp, assisting him in establishing a unique Norvinsk martial arts training system.

However, Shula herself only enjoyed fighting, not commanding troops. Therefore, she held a nominal position as a military supervisor in the barracks, never actually joining the army. Despite this, Shula participated in every martial arts competition and won the most championships in the army. Especially after she turned sixteen, her physique fully developed, Shula won three championships in a row.

But today, everything will change completely. After fully adapting to the bonus of the new officer card, Victoria challenged again.

"I just beat you up during the military exercise, and now you're suddenly so excited to come to me." Looking at Victoria who kept waving at him, Hunting Bee slid into the ring with a nimble roll. "And your performance just now was a bit strange. I wonder if you've improved in the past few days? Sometimes I really envy you. You're working and picking up girls all day, but your fighting skills haven't fallen behind at all. Do you have any tricks?"

Victoria smiled and waved his hand: "It's a family secret. I can tell you, but I have to discuss it with my father."

"Your father?" Hunting Bee raised an eyebrow: "Isn't he dead?"

"So there is no need to discuss."

While spouting meaningless trash talk, Victor inched closer to Bee Hunter. His agility wasn't as great as Bee Hunter's, so if he wanted to land an effective blow, he had to close the distance. Coincidentally, Bee Hunter shared the same sentiment, and the two of them continued chatting as they approached each other.

There was no need for the referee to blow the whistle; the two, having sparred dozens of times, had already memorized each other's moves. The moment the distance between them shortened to just three steps, they both unleashed their killer moves simultaneously.

Victor leaned forward, delivering the classic shoulder charge that Ouka had used before. Not to be outdone, the Huntsman ducked and charged at Victor.

Three steps away, Victor, who had been in a shoulder-charged position, suddenly turned, swinging his hands like hammers. But Bee Hunter had already anticipated Victor's unpredictable moves, and with a misstep, he slipped dangerously past Victor.

PS: I slept in today, and after getting up, the author next door called me to play games, which caused the update to be so late.

Sorry, I'm guilty.

barley

Survival Abroad: 34 Mobilization

After a round of fighting, neither side gained an advantage. Victor was not surprised and began to think of new tactics.

Unlike Victoria's fighting style, the Hunter Bee excels at using its small size and agility to constantly stay within striking distance of its opponent. Waiting for the moment when its opponent is vulnerable due to its continuous attacks, it swoops in like a bee, delivering a series of powerful blows that the opponent cannot defend against.

Although their fighting methods are different, both of them are capable of killing with one strike in this battle. As long as their fists can touch the opponent's body, the battle will end in an instant.

Victor took a deep breath and charged at Huntsman Bee once again. This time, he wasn't going to resort to pendulum-like attacks. The length of his arms was easily estimated, and he possessed more flexible weapons. Seeing Victor's footsteps soften, Huntsman Bee's expression grew serious. She could tell he was planning a kick, but that didn't mean she could dodge it. In sheer speed, Victor was no match for her. If she couldn't react in time, she would be defeated in an instant.

Taking a deep breath of the icy air, Hunting Bee's attention was more focused than ever. She didn't notice the incredibly bright smile that had crept across her face. But even if she had noticed, it probably wouldn't have mattered. After all, she was a madman who relished danger and battle.

I saw through it! It was a right knee strike! Bee Hunter's sharp eyes caught Victory's step before he kicked out. Although he was a little curious why Victor didn't use a sweeping kick with a wider attack range, Bee Hunter couldn't miss this fleeting flaw.

She kicked her legs and rushed towards Victoria instead of retreating. When the two were about to make contact, she leaned back and kicked Victoria with a standard sliding tackle.

Seeing this, Victoria didn't dodge, but instead leaped into the air with a knee-lift charge, precisely avoiding the attack from the Hunting Bee. But this was also within Hunting Bee's expectations. Once she leaped into the air, her trajectory would be impossible to change, and her chance would come.

After sliding past Victory, Hunting Bee nimbly landed beneath him. However, she didn't stand up, instead using her arms as a fulcrum to deliver a spinning kick. As long as this strike could knock Victor off balance, he'd be met with Hunting Bee's signature jab combo.

But to Hunter Bee's surprise, her flying kick failed to hit Victoria. The small jailer slid in a graceful arc in the air and passed by Victoria's feet narrowly.

She missed? How is that possible?

Maintaining her flying kicking stance, Hunting Bee couldn't see Victoria above her, but her estimation of their positions and distance was absolutely correct. However, her ground-supporting flying kick missed, unless...

Victor had no intention of using a knee strike from the beginning! His jump and step were completely for the backflip!

The thought of this made Bee break out in a cold sweat. She twisted her body to stop the attack and turned her head to look up. As expected, Victoria was smiling, about to pounce on her under the influence of gravity.

There was no time to dodge! Bee Hunter gritted her teeth, forcing herself to stop dodging and instead leaning back against the ground, unleashing a powerful punch. A misjudgment had cost her the upper hand over Victory. Now, the only way to win was to knock him down first!

However, facing the Huntsman Bee's desperate counterattack, Victoria simply smiled, crossed her arms, and slammed down like a boulder. Her tiny fist failed to break the boulder, and instead, the solid rock crushed the girl beneath it.

The outcome has been decided.

Victoria climbed up from the ground, holding the girl in his arms, his hands firmly locked around her throat and waist. No matter how the girl struggled, her arms were as unshakable as iron chains.

After trying for half a minute, Hunting Bee helplessly patted the arm locked around his neck. Victory, receiving the surrender signal, smiled slightly and took the initiative to release the petite girl.

This was the first time he had ever held a girl in his arms. As he was using the lock technique, the sweet smell of honey filled his nose, nearly causing him to lose control.

But it didn't matter, his revenge was finally accomplished. Looking at the somewhat lost girl, Victoria placed his hands on Hunting Bee's soft short hair and gently rubbed it: "What are you going to call me from now on?"

Hunting Bee pouted and replied somewhat shamefully, "Teach, Coach."

But Victoria didn't intend to let Beehunter go so easily. He gently rubbed Beehunter's ears and leaned over to Beehunter and whispered, "Besides the coach?"