Arknights? Colonization Ark!

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What do you mean I can leave?

So you killed so many of my people and captured me just to say a few words?

"Mr. Kolchak, are you waiting for me to treat you to dinner?"

The threatening tone made Kolchak's heart, which had just calmed down a little, start beating again. He didn't want to die here.

As for why the other party wanted to let him go, he didn't care. Being alive was more important than anything else.

He almost crawled and rolled, using both hands and feet to escape from Zhang Miao. As he walked, he looked back at them from time to time, fearing that the other party would suddenly change their mind and take his life.

Kal'tsit waited until Kolchak was out of their sight before speaking.

"Crude provocation."

Zhang Miao laughed out loud when he heard the other party's accusation.

"What are you talking about, Kal'tsit? The usefulness of a weapon has never been determined by how sophisticated it is. As long as it works, even a fruit knife can be as good as a magic weapon."

Hey

Kal'tsit sighed deeply. She didn't know whether it was right or wrong to come to the ice field this time. She didn't expect that the other party would be so difficult to deal with.

We can't waste any more time here. If we can't go back for a long time, Kazdel might become unhappy because of this incident.

"Mr. Zhang, thank you for your hospitality this time. His Highness still needs my help. I will come again after things over there are over."

Zhang Miao didn't expect the other party to be so anxious. She didn't know if she had offended the other party because of what happened just now. However, her goal had been achieved, and there was no point in forcing her to stay.

"Then I won't see you off, Ms. Kal'tsit. You're welcome to come again next time."

Chikov and his men had also taken off their equipment with the help of the truck's equipment, and the equipment for the temporary camp had also been loaded onto the truck.

Zhang Miao looked at Kal'tsit's gradually shrinking back and shouted at her

“Kal’tsit, go back and tell Theresa that I’m going to build a second city soon. I want to name it Kazdel, is that okay?”

Kal'tsit, who had clearly walked far away, suddenly staggered and almost fell after hearing these words, and then left in a hurry without looking back.

As for the one who escaped, his body has probably been destroyed by now.

Chapter 12: Theresa? I don't know her well.

Zhang Miao's last sentence can be said to be extremely cruel.

If it was a local of Terra, no matter which country or person said this, Kal'tsit would think that the other person was crazy.

Because everyone knows that the Sarkaz are unpopular, and there are few countries in Terra that have not been bullied by the Sarkaz in the past.

In the era of Tikaz, it can be said that everyone chose to resist when they were oppressed.

And after that, even though everyone overthrew the rule of the Sarkaz, their unique witchcraft bloodline inheritance, coupled with their strong adaptability to Originium, made them particularly outstanding in terms of military strength. No one dared to push the Sarkaz into a corner, which led to their several restorations. Until two hundred years ago, everyone defeated the Sarkaz dynasty again under the leadership of Kal'tsit.

From that time on, if anyone dared to claim to have rebuilt Kazdel, the nations would immediately send troops to destroy them, burning both the people and the land.

In this situation, someone suddenly jumped out and said that he was going to build a city called Kazdel. Isn't that crazy?

But Zhang Miao is different.

He has no feud with the Sarkaz, and the two sides have never even had any communication.

He also has absolute military support and can fight and defeat all the countries. Just now, he directly provoked the relationship between Kazdel and Ursus in front of Kolchak.

In fact, many people knew that Kal'tsit was fighting a civil war in Kazdel. The blame for Theresa's attempt to split Ursus was thrown on her, and she could never wash it off.

As for whether Zhang Miao would get rid of Kolchak, it was no longer important. Kal'tsit couldn't afford the gamble, and she didn't dare to gamble.

The most important and crucial point.

He does have a claim to Sarkaz.

No matter whether Bozhukas recognizes it on his behalf or not, the bloodline in his body cannot be replaced, and his identity as a pure-blooded Wendigo in the Ten Kings' Court of the Sarkaz will never be lost.

Moreover, Kal'tsit believed that if Zhang Miao was really willing to build a Kazdel, Bozhukasti himself would definitely support him unconditionally. Even with his appeal, all the Wendigos would probably abandon Ursus and rush over.

Once other Sarkaz hear about this city and the living conditions here, will anyone care about the civil war in the former Kazdel?

Theresa?

Really unfamiliar.

We are all orthodox, so who is afraid of whom?

Green Luo is also Luo!

By then, all her and Thearesia’s efforts and the war with Tracy would become a joke.

Thinking of this, Kal'tsit no longer dared to stop and ran towards Kazdel without stopping.

PhD!

Help!

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"How does it feel? Tell me about your experience."

Zhang Miao sat in the co-pilot seat and asked Chikov and Daxiong behind him.

Whether something is good or not ultimately depends on the user.

"Everything is good, but this gun doesn't seem to work. In the teaching video you showed us, Mr. Zhang, the bullets were free, but why can't we just fire one shot at a time?"

The big bear clenched his right hand a few times, as if he was still savoring the feeling of chopping a person in half with the chainsaw sword.

"Oh, of course you can do that. Go tell your logistics team that you need to fire 300 rounds of ammunition within a minute. If they agree, you can fire as many as you want."

"Forget it then."

Daxiong touched the back of his head. If he went to tell them this, he might not be able to leave the workshop.

"After you go back, take a good look at the combat records this time, and then list all the shortcomings of the equipment, and let the design department find a solution."

Now many departments are back on track, thanks to Ursus's indiscriminate discrimination. There are still a small number of technical personnel among the infected.

Eight out of ten researchers were lured here by letters from their students or colleagues. Most of them refused to leave, and a few expressed the hope to bring their families with them.

Naturally, Zhang Miao packed up everything and took it away.

As for oripathy, it's ok to use this thing to fool civilians. They are all serious scientific researchers. Don't they know what oripathy is? As long as they take good protection and don't get involved blindly, there won't be any problem.

Moreover, the opportunity to go further is right in front of them. Not to mention the possibility of infection, they are willing to even cut themselves with the Originium.

"Mr. Zhang, I still think this plan is a bit reckless."

Chikov is not like the heartless big bear. He has followed Bozhukas in battles for so many years and has been re-educated by Zhang Miao. He still has a strategic vision.

Now that they have killed Kolchak, defeated the garrison, and even destroyed a mobile warship, they have basically completely broken off relations with Ursus.

He did not doubt whether Zhang Miao was capable of fighting against Ursus, but this obviously conflicted with Zhang Miao's purpose.

Now Ursus is in a state of panic. If the local garrison is defeated, the next one will definitely be the Third Army led by Duke Baikal. If the Third Army is defeated, Ursus will be encircled and suppressed nationwide.

But the problem lies here. Other countries are not blind. They will not just stand by and watch.

Perhaps they really hope to see Ursus gradually decline in the quagmire of civil war, and then swarm in like jackals and devour Ursus.

But they would never want to see a new infected force easily defeat the main force of Ursus. The threat posed by such a country is even far greater than that of the warlike Ursus.

By then, Zhang Miao will certainly face siege from the whole world, even worse than Gaul did before.

Even if Zhang Miao could eventually overthrow the entire world by himself, this is definitely not what he wants.

It is always easier to destroy something than to create one.

The defeated countries will inevitably fall into disintegration of order, social and economic turmoil and even collapse, and Terra will become a world where people eat each other.

Zhang Miao will certainly not expand too quickly, because he values ​​quality more than quantity. For this reason, he is even willing to reduce working hours in the factory to allow workers to have more time to learn.

By then, the stars may be shining inside the city, but the outside of the city will become an endless purgatory. Once people have broken the law and killed others, the constraints of law and morality on them will become very low.

Zhang Miao would never easily accept such a person.

Zhang Miao looked at Chikov strangely, and naturally knew what the other party meant.

"Do you know how much lower the output of Originium from the Snowfield mines has been than before in the past two years because of our activities?"

Chikov didn't quite understand why this matter was brought up.

Zhang Miao continued

"Last year, the output of Snowfield Originium dropped by 24%, and the total output of Ursus Originium dropped by 13%. In addition to the mobile city engine that must be met, the new nobles have begun to have to pay out of their own pockets to purchase the raw materials of Originium."

"And starting from today, if this number continues to drop, then the new nobles will soon face a large number of factories shutting down due to lack of Originium. Even if they import a large amount of Originium from other countries, the price of international trade will rise, and they will end up making a lot of money."

"But what does this have to do with us?"

"That's why I told you to study more. Don't worry about this. The mountain man has his own tricks. You just need to know that I will take care of everything."

The world of martial arts is not just about fighting and killing, it's also about the human relationships and worldly wisdom.

This statement is true no matter where it is placed.

War is an extension of politics.

The economic base determines the superstructure.

History has proven countless times that bad teammates are sometimes more deadly than strong enemies.

Chapter 13: How to Lose When a Dragon Rids on Your Face

Baikal Palace

The palace is magnificent, with an oil painting hanging on the wall every few meters. The black walnut frame and golden corners make it look luxurious at first glance. Golden chandeliers hang from the ceiling, with dozens of white candles on them, illuminating the room. Even though it is already the electrical age, the Duke still likes to use such ancient lighting methods to show his taste.

The messenger who came to report the news walked to the door of the Duke's office but did not dare to go in, for fear of dirtying the carpet on the floor woven with the finest fur of camels and feathered animals, and thus being punished by the Duke.

He stood at the door for more than an hour before he heard the Duke's voice in the room.

"come in."

The messenger breathed a sigh of relief after receiving the answer. He stepped lightly on the carpet, as if he was afraid of making any noise and waking up the sleeping beast.

After seeing the scene in the room, the messenger couldn't help but sigh. Even though it was not the first time he came in, he was always shocked by the extremely luxurious decoration.

Any small object taken out of here and thrown out can easily save dozens or even hundreds of lives.

Their owner was sitting at the desk, sipping a cup of precious tea purchased from Dayan.

His meticulously trimmed beard, his meticulously groomed platinum hairdo, and his aristocratic attire made of expensive fabrics all highlight his extraordinary identity - the Duke of Baikal.

"What's the matter?"

The messenger, who was originally in a daze, was brought back to his senses by his words, but he was still hesitant, hesitating whether he should tell the news.

"Just tell me if you have anything to say."

He was in a good mood recently and would not get angry with his subordinates over such a small matter.

The messenger swallowed his saliva and finally told the story.

"This is news from the Snowfield garrison."

Snowfield garrison?

The Duke, who had been somewhat absent-minded, was suddenly interested in this name. The last time he received news was from that guy called Rennankampf. The corruption accounts of the new nobles he sent to them allowed them to vent their anger and wrest back a lot of power from the other side.

Did they find something good again?

"Say it."

"..."

Looking at the still silent messenger, he suddenly had a bad premonition.

"I told you to speak quickly!"

He narrowed his eyes slightly and shot his gaze through the slits at the messenger who lowered his head, making the other party feel as if he was being stared at by a man-eating beast.

"News came from the Snowfield garrison that a week ago, Major Kolchak led 3,000 garrison troops to wipe out the rebels wreaking havoc in the Snowfield."

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