this is my ark journey

"Kazdel is afraid of getting burned?" Her two slender eyebrows were raised, showing no anger and prestige.

"The civil war has just ended, and Kazdel is waiting to be done. We don't have the strength to bear the anger of Ursus."

"What about aid? You've seen what we've been up to."

Tallulah's eyes were red. She defied all opinions and came to the south to find a chance to win, but Ursus' iron hoof told her that the patriots were right.

The northern ice field is a dead end, and the south is not much better. She is unwilling to give up hope now.

"I have deeply felt the suffering of Ursus, but it is difficult for Kazdel to help in the current situation." Ren spread his hands.

Tallulah's face turned cold inch by inch, this last straw was useless, but the suppressed anger couldn't be vented.

Because this Ren is telling the truth, the army stepped up the siege, how could the Babel Tower bring in the supplies, and she also thought about taking people to Kazdel, unless Teresia went crazy and declared war on Ursus.

But the cruel reality made people angry, and she asked unwillingly: "Kazdel just wants to use us to attract Ursus' attention?!"

Her voice was a little loud, causing the infected people around to look up, and an Elafia girl rushed over.

Facing Tallulah's anger and a group of numb infected people, Ren shook his head silently: "Kazdel didn't mean to stand idly by—"

"Am I not coming?"

You came?

Talu moved her mouth, but she couldn't say the words 'who are you'.

Compared with all kinds of halos added to the body, the ashes whose names spread across the earth.

She, Tallulah, is nothing more than a nobody in the icy world of Ursus.

Chapter 170 Four: Let the Sufferers Stand Up! !

The weather was extremely cold, and the exhaled air quickly condensed into frost, and the scattered infected people shivered together.

In the dilapidated shack, a sunken kettle was emitting white smoke. A girl with a gentle face was pouring boiling water for a group of young children. After the last child warmed her hands with a cup, she brought the kettle to Rennes. In front of him, pour it gently for him.

White smoke rose from the boiling water, which brought some warmth. The girl said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ashes, the last bit of tea is for the children to supplement their vitamins. There is really nothing to entertain you."

"It's okay, it's better to drink some white water in this weather." Ren smiled, took a sip and looked at Tallulah opposite.

The fighter was sitting in a corner with a sullen face, his expression constantly changing.

The girl noticed Ren's eyes, bowed and said: "Talulah is a bit impatient, if there is any offense, I apologize to you."

"Alina!" Tallulah raised her head, pursed her lips, and her towering chest heaved rapidly, "I'm just a little bit unwilling, and finally saw some hope."

Her words were not sharp, and what Ryan said just now was well-founded. If it was said that the Tower of Babel just wanted to prostitute for nothing, it was not entirely true.

'I'm not here yet. '

At first hearing, I thought these words were very arrogant, but after calming down and thinking about it, I could hear the weight of them.

Fame is useful at certain times, and it is authoritative in itself. Ren Rodland is not just a cat or a dog, and the fact that he came to Ursus from a long distance means that he attaches importance to it.

Leaving aside the identity of the representative of the Tower of Babel, the elite mercenaries who became famous in the Kazdel Civil War are also the source of Ryan's confidence.

"Hope still exists, at least Mr. Ash has helped us twice." The girl named Alina said softly.

"That's right. The integration movement was almost isolated by this land, and those filthy villains dared to misinterpret the meaning of the struggle." Tallulah looked angry, stood up, and paced back and forth in the shack.

"But in this way, the army will treat us as a huge threat and try their best to destroy us."

Alina also had a look of worry on her face. Compared with the Ursus army, the integration movement was too small, and it could be crushed to death with one finger.

"Ha ha."

At this moment, Ren, who was holding the water glass, suddenly laughed.

"why are you laughing?"

"I just think that you think of the struggle too simply. Since you want the infected to be free, are you afraid of fighting a strong enemy?"

"It's not fear. The integration movement is to survive in the cracks, and to expand its strength carefully."

"Then it won't happen in the future. There is no room for reconciliation in this battle. At least I have left you with the last hope of victory."

What Ren said was very plain, of course he didn't know that it was he who revived Teresia that made Ursus pay attention to the integration movement.

Originally, in the blueprint of those big figures, the infected were just tools for the old and new nobles, bureaucrats, and royalists to fight for power and profit.

Tallulah, who had been a military policeman, was not naive. She knew that Ren would become serious whether he was in the army or not. She frowned slightly after hearing the second half of the sentence.

"Hope? What hope?"

According to the routine, it's time to pour chicken soup to cheer up at this time, but Ren asked back: "Are there any answers to the questions I asked in the telegram?"

Tallulah frowned, and then remembered the message from Lyudmila.

Who is the friend, who is the enemy, what is the ultimate goal, and how to achieve the ultimate goal.

These days, she has settled down to think about these four questions, except for the last one, which already has an answer.

"The infected are our friends, and those who stop us from building our homes are our enemies."

"Wrong." Ren shook his head firmly.

"What are you talking about? What's wrong with this??"

"It's all wrong." Ren put down the cup, stood up and looked straight at the pair of gray pupils, "I ask you, if there are infected people in the nobles and the army, if the infected people in the team betray, are they still our friends? ?”

Tallulah was taken aback. Of course she knew that the law was unequal. Powerful people would not be dragged into hard labor if they contracted ore disease. They even lived better than most Ursus people. She also knew that people were unpredictable. , the infected will also kill each other.

It seems very unscientific to use one disease to divide the enemy from us.

"Look at the people outside, how many of them are born infected, and what makes them gather under the banner of the integration movement?"

Tallulah didn't speak, her eyes were deep. As a ruthless person who embedded the source stone fragments into her body to become an infected person, she seemed to have caught something.

"It's not because of ore disease that connects us, but suffering brings us here." Ren replied heavily.

He recalled what he had seen along the way, and it was no exaggeration to say that the bureaucracy and army of Ursas were a bunch of bandits.

Planting, plundering, massacring, they can do anything for their own self-interest, and they can use countless methods to squeeze others' oil and water.

"Suffering knows no disease, no race. Every enslaved Ursan is a potential compatriot. Every person who rebels against fate deserves to be united. They are the friends of the integration movement."

There are only a few infected people, and the struggles of minority groups have always had no good results, and Rennes has found the most extensive supporters.

Tallulah still didn't speak, she thought of the small village she used to live in, a small village that was extremely poor.

Grandpas, grandmas, neighbors and children who were beaten to death when they threw stones, and villagers who were affected because of their own resistance.

This land is eating people...

The painful memory of the past made Tallulah grimace, and Alina held her hand, gently stroking the back of her hand.

"I've thought about all of this, but most of the time ordinary people are also accomplices, and the perception within the organization is not good."

"This is called diverting conflicts. It's a clumsy but effective trick to give comfort to desperate people. They don't have the courage to resist the power, so they can only vent their anger on weaker infected people. If they really hate infected people so much, what are they doing?" Why don't you go to Kazdel?" Ren snorted, it's just a group of bullying things, thinking of this, he smiled again:

"I'm glad you took a long-term view and didn't vent your anger on civilians. If you do, the integration movement will become an accomplice of the enemy, making it even more difficult for the infected to survive."

"I understand Ursus's despair better than you do." Tallulah replied coldly. She was a wealthy nobleman, gendarme, and executioner, and she also stayed in a poor mountain village for three full years. The days when I can't even eat enough potatoes.

I have even seen the means of the 'foster father' to manage the territory, and saw that the plundering of the citizens was beautified as an obligation, and the citizens went to oppress the infected to gain comfort.

"Then you can better understand what I mean, Tallulah, you should ignite the anger of the incompetent, and direct their anger towards the right people, not the infected."

The words were simple enough that even Alina could understand them.

To achieve the goal, it is necessary to form the broadest possible united front and turn itself from a minority into a majority.

Tallulah thought over and over again, and nodded heavily: "Well, it's a very simple logic problem. Increase allies, reduce enemies, encourage more people to resist and increase the success rate, and then the infected can get a piece of land to build a home, which can also help ordinary people people are free."

"No, you're still wrong."

Ashes shook his head again, making everyone suddenly confused.

"It works both militarily and politically, so what could be wrong?"

"You still treat them as an infected person, not a suffering person." Ren pointed to the ragged and shivering people outside.

They may have been born poor, and went to work in the mines to get infected in order to pay the exorbitant taxes, or they may have had a happy life like Sorin, and then were persecuted by corrupt officials.

"This land does not belong to the nobles, it does not belong to the army, it belongs to these people. If the integration movement wants to win, it must not only become a banner for the infected to resist, but also a spokesperson for those who have been squeezed to the last ounce of survival. !"

"Talulah, Ursus is like a boiling pot of oil, it only needs a spark to ignite it, and what we have to do is to guide them, not a high-ranking saint who guides others based on good and evil."

There was silence in the shack, Alina was meditating, Rin Dong kept writing notes, and Tallulah raised her head like a fighter, as if seeing the dancing flames in those same-colored eyes.

"Don't be confused, speak out bravely, let this fire burn in the city, in the countryside, and in Ursus!"

"Let the flame illuminate the conspiracy of the powerful, so that human beings will no longer distinguish between you and me because of ore disease, and let the suffering people of this land crawl on the ground—"

"stand up!"

Chapter 170 The Fifth Siege Comes

Ideals alone cannot survive, but people without ideals do not deserve to live.

After a few words, I don't know whether to use rational analysis to show that the winning rate has increased greatly, or if I really accepted Ren's words. Anyway, Tallulah has been as busy as a chicken blood these two days.

She convened consecutive meetings to discuss her summed up ideas with the cadres. The cadres who stayed in the camp did not understand these theories.

As for the well-informed patriot, he can't find any faults. He has been troubled by these things for a long time, and now he has a feeling of seeing the sun behind the clouds.

That's right, it's the people at the bottom of Ursus who are being squeezed and used as slaves. There is no difference between the infected and the non-infected. Now that the infected have learned to resist, ordinary people must also stand up to those bureaucrats and military bandits. ——

Say no!

The integration movement has no reason to object. They were ordinary people who became infected due to various reasons, and the culprit is not the high-ranking gentlemen?

The organization quickly reached a preliminary opinion, and Tallulah was busy shuttling around the nearby villages, promoting ideals to ordinary people who hated and feared the infected.

She was a natural leader, and she played tricks with demagogy through speeches, but Tallulah was not Yuri after all, and it was impossible for her to break through the propaganda and coercion of the empire for thousands of years with just a few words.

But at least she took the first step, and added a few splashes of color to an otherwise monotonous integration movement.

"The anger is rooted in the hearts of the working people. They just need to start thinking about the real perpetrators. Then it is only a matter of time before they resist."

"We have to tell them not only with words, but also with actions, that those cruel tax collectors and pickets are nothing. struggle! The integration movement is at the forefront of armed resistance!"

The north roared, and in the dilapidated shack, Ren clenched his fists and roared.

He has not been idle for the past few days. He gives people blood every day, and explains clearly to these infected people who graduated from prenatal education why they resisted.

Mobilizing emotions and directing anger to the right place is still within the scope of his ability, as for going further——

I'm sorry, but that requires the integration movement to use countless blood to practice, to turn a loose resistance organization into a steel team with the same ideal and goal!

There is a circle of stones around the shack, and the infected people in ragged clothes are listening to the class carefully, most of them don't know what's going on.

Ren pursed his lips, and Alina quickly handed over a cup of hot water. Looking around, there were old people and teenagers, like some kind of religious evangelism meeting.

"Mr. Ashes, but the nobles always say that blood distinguishes people from high to low."

"Yes, the bloodline on Terra can indeed reflect the strength of an individual, but being strong represents responsibility, not oppressing the weak! The good life they enjoy is created by us, and every grain of wheat comes from our labor, then Every worker should have their own rights!"

slap.....

The applause lasted for a long time, and they also had a strong bloodline like the patriots around them, proving that nobility and nobility are all deceptive.

Ren took a sip of water to moisten his throat, and then looked around: "Is there any question?"

"I have a problem." A teenager with dark green curly hair raised his hand with an embarrassed expression.

"Faust, just say it directly."

"Since you know so much, Mr. Ashes, why don't you help the leader?"

"Because I am Sarkaz, Ursus's affairs can only be chosen by the Ursas themselves, and I am only offering advice as a foreigner."

Ren's face was solemn, and he had no intention of stealing or playing tricks.

Everyone has their own identity, and each country has its own characteristics. He is only responsible for providing theories, and it doesn't matter whether others listen or not.

Ashes never forced others to follow his own opinions, nor did he intend to dye the land of Terra, because that ray of red was the truth obtained by countless people with blood, how could he sum it up in a few words.

"I can think of this road only because Ursus gives me a familiar feeling. It is suitable for this land, not necessarily suitable for other countries."

"Have you ever seen something similar?" Patriot sat at the end like a mountain, and he could hear his curiosity.

"A hairy country whose citizens are called gray cattle."