Arknights? Colonization Ark!

What happened in the snowfield was a deal between him and Koschei, where he used all the property of the Dukedom of Koschei in exchange for an opportunity for the infected to resist and grow their organization. In the future, this organization will become a perfect dagger in their hands, and a good excuse to start a war for both Victoria and Lungmen.

If I let Kolchak wipe out this infected organization, it would be equivalent to breaking my promise. It would be really troublesome. Why didn't he report it to me, what a stupid guy.

The Duke was not too worried. After all, he knew that there was a patriot over there. The old man's strength was enough to prevent the infected from being completely wiped out.

"What happened?"

He had never thought that he would fail.

What a joke

How can you lose when three thousand people are fighting a group of infected people with a mobile battleship?

He has been to the battlefield before, so how could he not understand this situation?

You win if you just attack the face, and you win if you cover it.

There shouldn't be an option to lose, okay?

What’s the use of the Patriot’s strong combat power? Can it defeat a mobile battleship?

impossible.

Can you still lose if you move your battleship into my face?

Absolutely impossible.

"Major Kolchak was captured by the enemy and his whereabouts are unknown. The bow of the mobile battleship was severely damaged and the soldiers suffered heavy casualties. According to statistics, nearly a thousand people died directly this time and 600 were missing."

The messenger thought he would hear the Duke's rage, but he didn't see any expression on the other's face.

The Duke picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

"Is this some kind of April Fools' joke?"

Beneath the calm tone was anger that was suppressed to the extreme. The messenger stood trembling in front of the desk, not daring to make a sound.

"How many people are there on the other side?"

"According to the soldiers who came back alive, it seems that there are... five enemies wearing power armor."

"Five....good....five."

Baikal was not a patient person. He quickly grabbed the expensive teapot on the table and smashed it directly on the messenger's head. The boiling hot tea burned the messenger's skin red, and even the hair on his ears fell off a lot. But he didn't dare to dodge, let alone cry out in pain, because that would result in even more brutal abuse from the other party.

"You mean five enemies beat our three thousand imperial soldiers and a mobile battleship like a bunch of stupid pigs!

Who are those five people?

Damn Great Flame Heavenly Master!"

Baikal was breathing heavily, and the gorgeous brocade clothes on his chest were constantly rising and falling due to his expanding chest. He no longer had the calm and elegant aristocratic posture he had before, but was like an angry lion.

He would rather believe that this was a joke played by Kolchak in order to collect a salary without doing anything.

But this joke is too stupid.

He kept repeating a name.

"Kosice! Kosice! Kosice!"

This old black snake must be hiding something from them. No wonder he gave all his property to the Third Army and those half-human, half-ghost guys so easily.

Maybe he just faked his death to get away and do something unspeakable.

No matter what the other party's purpose is, I will never let this loss go. Even if I can't get a share from the other party, I can't let this old black snake have an easy life!

What should I do?

Damn, since you are hiding in the snowfield, I will turn the snowfield upside down and kill all the infected people. I don’t believe you won’t come out.

Furious, Baikal vowed to make the old black snake pay for what he had done.

He didn't care about the death of one or two thousand people, but that was a power armor comparable to that of the emperor's inner guards, and he had to get it out of the other party's mouth no matter what.

"Go and get Dunkel for me right now."

The messenger seemed to be frightened by his anger just now, and stood there stupidly without moving.

Baikal was furious after seeing this scene, so he simply pulled out a decorative ceremonial sword from the wall next to him.

"Are you waiting for me to go there in person?"

As he said this, he was about to chop the messenger standing there with the sword in his hand. Frightened, he quickly stepped back and bumped into the wall, then ran out the door.

Soon, a second person came into the room, but it was not Viscount Dunkel as he had informed, but the emperor's messenger.

Chapter 14: A White Rabbit Suppresses a Black Dragon

"I wonder what has made you so angry, Duke?"

The emperor's messenger is not like the timid guy just now. He represents the face of the country's highest authority, and even the duke cannot be unreasonable to him.

"I'm sorry that the people below didn't do their job well. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."

The broken teapot on the ground had been cleaned up by the servants, but Duke Baikal himself still looked unhappy.

"Duke should take care of your health and control your temper in the near future. After all, there have been many rumors about you in Saint Jun Castle recently."

The two of them are old acquaintances. For many years, he has been responsible for conveying the connection between the Dukedom and the Imperial Capital.

"Thank you for your concern. I wonder what instructions your majesty has given this time?"

There were always rumors and gossips. Those new nobles who loved to play with words were always attacking them. They were used to it.

As the servants replaced a new set of tea sets in the room, the Duke personally made a cup of tea for the emperor's messenger, but he did not expect to be directly rejected by the other party.

"Forget the tea. His Majesty now wants the Duke to go to Saint Jun Castle as soon as possible to discuss "important matters". "

The Duke frowned and looked at the messenger.

Is the matter really that serious?

He originally wanted to personally lead people to the snowfield to encircle and suppress the infected, but now it seems that he can only let Viscount Dunkirk lead the team.

"By the way, His Majesty has been a little upset in the past few days. It would be better for Your Excellency the Duke not to mobilize the Third Army at will during this period."

As soon as he said this, even the Duke's face turned ugly.

This is already a disguised way of blocking his military power.

"Your Majesty, what does this mean?"

"I don't know either. I just want to advise the Duke not to do anything in the near future. Come with me to Saint Jun Castle and you will know everything."

Duke Baikal now felt as if he had fallen into a spider web woven by someone in advance. Even if he had strength, he had nowhere to use it, and a feeling of frustration arose spontaneously.

It was as if God was playing a joke on him, with bad things happening one after another. But even though he was extremely angry, he had to endure it.

If he offends someone again at this time, he will be in great pain even if he is a duke.

However, if this is the case, the decision on how to wipe out the infected people must wait until the whole story of the Saint Jun Castle incident is understood.

Duke Baikal, who had figured it out, did not want to waste any more time. If he went too late, those guys might accuse him of plotting rebellion.

Oh, it seems that I was too complacent and too much attention-seeking a while ago, and now people are hating me.

……

Now is the time when wheat is ripe, and the golden wheat waves sway like sea waves with the artificial air flow.

The girl lay on the golden pile of wheat, which was her favorite place to stay after coming to this city.

Warm sunshine and the scent of wheat.

But Yelena was unhappy.

Although she also didn't like the big, black and bulky power armor, after seeing Big Bear being chosen, she suddenly felt that her younger brother had surpassed her.

This made her feel bad.

"Yelena, why are you sulking here again?"

Tallulah is now the Minister of Agriculture, and is an expert in crop cultivation, machinery operation and maintenance on the farm.

Zhang Miao tried several times to ask her to do something else, but she refused every time.

Seeing that Yelena didn't say anything, Tallulah knew that she might be unhappy, so she lifted her skirt, sat next to Yelena, and moved her head to her thighs.

This was something Alina often did to her in the past, and it was very effective in comforting her.

Yelena did not resist, but just looked up at Tallulah's face quietly.

I said to her with some disappointment

"Tallulah, I suddenly feel so useless."

"Why do you suddenly think like this? Don't you like the life here?"

As if she was afraid that Tallulah might misunderstand her, she quickly explained

"I like living here very much, but... I am not as smart as Alina and you. I can learn anything quickly. I used to be able to go out to fight with everyone, but now I seem to be worse than Big Bear. Maybe I won't even be needed in the future..."

Tallulah listened to her complaints and knew that for Yelena, who had always been strong-willed, it must be very difficult to bear the fact that she was beginning to become out of touch with everyone.

"Then why don't you ask Zhang Miao? I'm sure he can help you."

After being together for such a long time, Zhang Miao became like an omnipotent wish-making machine in their hearts, as if everything was no longer a problem in his hands.

Food, shelter, enemies, all these things that had troubled them before were like being blocked outside by a wall after they arrived in this city, and could no longer pose any threat to them.

But her words seemed to have irritated Yelena, causing her to get up from Tallulah's lap immediately.

"Don't you find it strange, Tallulah? Ever since we came here, we have been accepting his gifts. There are many things he can do without us, and maybe even better. I know he doesn't care about these things, but the more he does this, the more I feel I owe him."

Talulah looked at Yelena, who was a little emotional. The three of them lived together under the same roof, so how could Yelena's thoughts be hidden from her?

She and Alina had discussed the same thing early in the morning.

He reached out and gently touched Yelena's cheek.

"Yelena, you understand this matter, I understand it too, Alina understands it too, and everyone in the city understands that we owe him this, so everyone is working hard to move forward in the direction he wants. Only in this way can we feel that we are not a burden, and only in this way can we feel that the guilt in our hearts has been slightly reduced."

"But, Yelena, no matter how powerful Zhang Miao is, he is only one person, and the power of one person is ultimately limited. Right now, we are still hiding under his wings, but when a person's strength is limited, we can't let him face the storm alone. So we must seize every opportunity to grow, until one day we can truly stand by his side and face it together, and that will not let him down."

“Tallulah…”

Yelena didn't expect that the other party was much more thoughtful than she thought. The pressure on Tallulah was probably more and heavier than her. No wonder she was rarely seen resting and playing. Whenever she had time, she would go to the library with Alina.

Unlike myself, who was always lingering on the delicious food in the cafeteria, the recently opened restaurants and bakeries, and her seemingly increasingly plump body.

Thinking of this, Yelena couldn't help but feel sad for a moment, and rushed towards Tallulah with her arms open.

Talullah, who was suddenly knocked down, did not resist and was directly pressed under the other party. The two people, one black and one white, fell on the pile of wheat. Talullah gently stroked Yelena's back with both hands, trying to calm her down.

But she didn't expect that Yelena, who was in her arms, buried her head in her not-so-broad but very warm chest, and suddenly said something.

"I'm probably going to fail my final exam, so I'd like you and Alina to help me with my studies."

.........

Chapter 15: Goodbye, Mom. Today I'm sailing away.

Zhang Miao sits in his personal laboratory.

More than a week had passed since the last battle with the local garrison. Just as he had expected, the crippled garrison retreated back to the barracks, and the superiors had not yet arranged for a successor commander, and there was not even any support.

Everything is going according to previous expectations, so it is time to take the next step.

Looking at the big screen in front of him, there were images captured by surveillance cameras in various mobile cities in Ursus.

The picture shows a large amount of Originium accumulating in the bodies of many infected people when they died, and many of them even exploded violently shortly after death.

This is not common in the Ursus Mobile City, because the infected are often caught by local patrols and sent to the mines before their condition worsens.

But Zhang Miao was not being kind-hearted; it was another topic in his research on Originium.

A spell unit that is naturally generated inside Originium.

There was once a joke

A monkey pressing keys randomly on a typewriter keyboard will eventually be able to type out every book in the National Library.

This is a small probability infinite stacking result, and there will inevitably be countless trial and errors in the process of trying.