Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

Claude put on all his clothes and armor. He also put on the cloak he brought with him. He also put on his weapons. He inserted his long sword into the belt around his waist, put his long spear on his back, and fixed his javelin behind his waist. He also fixed the leather bag on his back, which contained his remaining dry food and some small things. He covered all these things under the thick cloak.

Just before leaving, Claude hesitated for a moment, and then came to a large stone as tall as a person. The stone was dark and hard, and Claude was definitely unable to lift it before, but now he wanted to give it a try.

Reach out your hands, grab the corners of the stone, hold the stone, bend your legs slightly, and use your waist to exert force.

"Get up!"

Claude shouted in a low voice, using all his strength. The roots at the bottom of the boulder, which had not changed for thousands of years, began to loosen, and cracks appeared in the ground. With another effort, he finally lifted the boulder above his head. Only then did he see that half a meter of the boulder was still buried in the ground, and he pulled it out together. Claude was very surprised to see this scene.

"Is this body so gifted?"

Generally speaking, although the second stage will greatly increase the power of the extraordinary person, it will not be so exaggerated. His current strength is close to the third stage. Not only did he pull up the boulder, but he also broke many of the stone's edges.

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He put the boulder down, and a lot of gravel fell into his hands. And he didn't throw it down suddenly, but slowly, and he even felt that he still had some strength left.

Dusting off the dust on his hands, Claude looked towards the camp. He still had a lot to do.

After sorting out everything, Claude was ready to go. He still had a lot of things to do, and he had to do what he promised to the patriots as soon as possible. He needed to find a suitable location and some suitable people. He had to carefully investigate the political ecology, economic situation and military strength of the empire. After making all preparations and gaining more support, he would start to do it.

He never thought that his shallow knowledge, knowledge without in-depth research, could do everything. Of course, before doing all this, he still needed to find his subordinates and bring her with him.

His black iron boots stepped into the snow, he identified the direction, and then walked forward without looking back.

ps: The author is very busy these two days. The update may be a little late.

A New Beginning: Chapter 22 Team

Skov is an ordinary Ursus infected person, but he is not necessarily that ordinary. After all, he successfully escaped from the mobile city of the Ursus Empire.

Skov was a very smart man. The moment he was scratched by the Originium, he knew what would happen to him next. Without a second's hesitation, he immediately packed his bags and resigned from his job, as he had no other relatives in the city. He knew how bad the living environment outside the mobile city was, but at least he could survive.

It turned out that his decision was extremely correct. On the second day after he left, he was reported. The military police in black turned his residence upside down, but found nothing. At this time, he was already far away from the mobile city. The Ursus police would not spend a lot of time tracking down a worthless worker like him.

He successfully avoided the worst fate - being sent to the mines to dig until death. But his life is not easy now, as food is very scarce in this snowy land. After a long journey, he was lucky enough to find a village that does not reject infected people. The reason why this place does not reject infected people is that most of the people here are infected.

Although the infected can use Originium skills directly because of Originium, their bodies are often eroded by Originium and they are often tortured and exhausted in the pain. This makes it more difficult for them to find food. The only crop that can be grown here is moss wheat. Because of the cold weather, it can only be harvested once a year, and the yield is not enough to provide a person with a year's rations.

So in order to survive, he ate almost everything. Moss, bark, the remains of wild animals, wild vegetables and grass roots. Because of long-term malnutrition, he now looked extremely scary. He was so thin that he was just skin and bones, and his face was covered with large and small black crystals.

His mind was numb, and he looked for food not because he wanted to survive, but because of his body's instinct. He searched for anything edible mechanically and without any thought every day.

I reached out and pushed aside the snow, trying to find some wild vegetables or grass roots that had not frozen to death. But I found nothing. There was only black frozen soil underneath. My fingernails had long been cracked, and my hands were covered with frostbite of various sizes. My fingers had also become very stiff, like the dead branches of an old tree.

The hunger in his stomach kept driving him to continue searching. The Originium in his body kept torturing him, forcing him to stop. In this extreme pain, he moved like a zombie until the day of his death.

At the end of the day, Skov returned to his bark hut without any reward. Extreme hunger and pain made him curl up on the ground, not daring to move.

The excessive gastric acid secreted by his stomach was burning his stomach wall, causing him pain that never eased. Skov, who was tortured to the point of being unable to bear it, sat up and stretched his head to look at his neighbor.

His neighbors were two infected little boys. It was very rare in this empire that such young children could survive after being infected.

But after watching for a while, Skov sighed helplessly and prepared to lie down again, because the child would definitely not be able to get food with his ability.

Suddenly, a terrible thought popped up in his mind like a maggot crawling out of a dead body.

"If I..."

This thought made him tremble all over and break out in a cold sweat. He simply couldn't believe that such a terrible idea came from his mind. The only remaining conscience and rationality in his heart made him despise himself. He scolded him and told him to lie down again and try his luck tomorrow.

But the terrible hunger in his stomach, the hunger that wanted to devour him whole, was torturing his rationality and making his thoughts chaotic. Involuntarily, his trembling hands reached out for his only weapon - a small knife made from a piece of scrap iron.

Skov had some basic Originium skills, and he could launch some light objects, such as the knife in his hand. With this skill, he captured many small animals and survived for a long time. But now, he wanted to use this method to kill people.

After a violent struggle, Skov finally crawled out of his shed, trembling all over, and crawled on the ground to the dilapidated shelter next door.

His eyes were red at this moment, and a lot of saliva was flowing from his mouth. He had completely lost his mind.

Just as he was about to take action, the sharp pain from his wrist woke him up. He realized that a thick black gauntlet was pinching his wrist tightly.

Turning his head, he saw a powerful and majestic figure under the moonlight. It was a tall black knight whose shadow completely covered Skov.

"If you really go ahead with this, you can't turn back."

After hearing the knight's words, Skov's rationality was awakened, and he suddenly became angry.

"What do you know, you guy? Do you know how hungry we are? You look like the kind of guy who never worries about eating! Do you know how hungry I am? I don't want to! I don't want to, but I'm starving to death! You didn't show up when I was starving to death, but you came out when I wanted to do this kind of thing. Why didn't you come out to help me at that time? Why do I have to endure this kind of suffering when I haven't done anything? Ugh!..."

Later, Skov gradually became incoherent and began to cry bitterly. He cried until he was out of breath, and this thin infected person seemed to be crying out the pain of his life.

Claude watched quietly from the side, without interrupting his crying. He waited until the infected person had no more strength to cry and fell to the ground gasping weakly, then he spoke:

"When you're done crying, eat this."

A piece of hard biscuit baked on a stone was placed in front of Skov. Smelling the food, Skov grabbed the biscuit with amazing speed. He put it in his mouth and chewed and swallowed it desperately. Unsurprisingly, he cut his mouth with his desperate eating method, and blood soaked the biscuit.

Claude frowned and slapped him on the head with a palm that was neither light nor heavy.

"Are you going to choke yourself to death? Is this what you're going to die from eating?"

After a palm strike, Skov's eyes suddenly became clear. He subconsciously grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth. Following Crad's order, he slowly dissolved it in his mouth, letting the snow soak the hard biscuit in his mouth and soften it before swallowing it.

"And you two, stop hiding and come out."

As soon as he finished speaking, two infected boys crawled out of the shabby shed next to them. One of them had white hair, and the other had dark hair. They were of similar age, and the white-haired boy was obviously very timid, hiding behind the black-haired boy. The black-haired boy held a very simple bow and arrow in his hand, trembling as he pointed it at Claude.

"If you are not afraid of me poisoning you, eat this."

Two pieces of hard biscuits were placed in front of them. They grabbed them without hesitation and ate them. They knew that they were infected people with nothing and had nothing to lose, so they had no scruples.

Only after they had finished eating and the hunger was no longer so strong did Claude squat down and look into their eyes.

"What is your name?"

"Ino", "Sasha", "Skov".

"If you want to eat, if you want to resist fate, if you want to live a good life, then follow me."

Claude's tone was very calm, not exciting or passionate, but surprisingly convincing. Only Skov raised doubts.

"But we are already infected and won't live long. What can we do?"

"Aren't you still alive? If you are still alive, why not give it to me? At least it's better than starving to death here."

"Trust me and follow me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Claude turned around without hesitation and walked towards a slender white figure in the distance.

The three hesitated for a moment and followed.

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The tent in front of him was made up of a piece of white canvas, a few ropes and a few wooden poles. It looked very simple, but in Claude's hands, it only took 5 minutes to turn it into a triangular tent.

The tents were built very solidly, and a foot-deep drainage ditch was dug in front and behind them. Claude turned around and looked at the dozen or so infected people in front of him.

After more than a month of training, this group of people who were originally a mob have become a little more disciplined. When he was demonstrating, no one dared to make a noise. But if they were really to be put to use, they would need to undergo more rigorous training.

A qualified soldier needs at least half a year of training to master the basic skills to survive on the battlefield. Sending soldiers to the battlefield without any training is no different from slaughtering them.

New soldiers not only need to master the skills of fighting, but also all the necessary skills such as camping, marching, etc. Of course, the most important thing is to make them have discipline.

In the imperial army, discipline is absolute. At the beginning of the war, no soldier or officer may disobey the orders of his superiors. Because in the ever-changing war situation, any unnecessary hesitation may bring disaster to one's side. But conversely, after the war, any accusation against a senior officer will be taken seriously. If the supervisory group directly under the emperor finds that he has committed dereliction of duty during the war, he will be punished accordingly.

After more than a month of improved food, their bodies are no longer frail, but look much stronger and can withstand greater levels of training.

Of course, the most important thing is ideological education, so that the soldiers understand why they are fighting. Claude would take one day a week to explain it to them personally. Now it seems that the effect is remarkable. These infected people have been living in a daze before. They don't know why they have fallen to this point and why they are treated so cruelly? Some people are even more extreme and begin to hate all non-infected people, thinking that if the world is full of infected people, this kind of thing will not happen.

If this kind of thinking is not guided, it will undoubtedly lead them to destruction.

Everything Claude was doing now was, after all, an experiment. He was not sure if what he knew would work here, so he needed to conduct a small social experiment. When the soldiers in front of him really met the standards, he could proceed to the next step. Try to communicate with the villagers who were not infected. Spread ideas among them and liberate their minds.

This process is by no means achieved overnight, and requires careful consideration and slow implementation.

Of course, there is no need to think too far ahead now, just do the things at hand well.

During the time he spent with these soldiers day and night, Claude gained great prestige among them. After all, he had fought for decades and was familiar with these things.

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"Ino"

"Here!" The white-haired boy seemed a little nervous, but still responded with great energy.

"Did you see clearly?"

“I see clearly”

"Come on, try it."

The boy named Ino did not hesitate when he heard the order. He stepped forward, tore down the tent, and then tried to restore it.

Although his movements seemed a little clumsy, he still managed to successfully put up the tent, and it seemed very sturdy. After doing all this, he stood aside, looking at Claude nervously, waiting for his evaluation.

"Well done, join us."

The white-haired boy showed a look of joy and stood back in the team.

When it was time for dinner, Ino was still very excited. He pulled his best friend Sasha and talked to him in a constant stream.

The current life is like a dream to them. They used to have nothing to eat, but now they can eat bread every day, and even meat from time to time. All they need to do is some chores. No one around discriminates against them, hurts them, or drives them away. In the innocent boy's heart, this is already a life that can make him satisfied.

The boy named Sasha was more taciturn than his companions. He listened to his companions quietly, sometimes saying a word or two, but the frequency was very low. He ate very quickly because Mr. Claude told them that eating must be efficient. There is no time for you to chew slowly on the battlefield.

After washing his dishes, he took out a booklet and began to flip through it. It contained the truth that Mr. Claude had told them. He thought that he was not a particularly smart person, so he needed to work harder.

In the darkness of night, the fire in the camp deep in the woods showed a hint of warmth.

A new beginning: another day off

My grandfather is being buried today, so the author won’t be free the whole evening and won’t be able to update today. Please forgive me.

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A New Beginning: Chapter 23: Forging and Tempering

Snow is very cold, and lying in the snow is very dangerous. Anyone who has lived in the snowfields of Ursus for a month can understand this.

Human survival is extremely dependent on heat. If a person cannot maintain a constant body temperature, when his body temperature drops to a certain standard or exceeds a certain standard, he will not be able to survive. Snow will undoubtedly take away the body's heat quickly if there is no insulation to protect it.

Sasha knew that he was doing something stupid. He had been lying in the snow for two hours. Even with a blanket under him, he felt numb all over and his feet were gradually losing feeling.

He was covered in a white camouflage suit made of white cloth torn into strips. Although it was crude, it was effective. It allowed him to blend into the snow.

In his hand was a crossbow, a sophisticated compound crossbow, which Lord Claude had obtained from somewhere. He was originally a bow and arrow user, but Miss Sintreya thought he was more suited to a crossbow during their training.

He had no objection. Miss Xinteleya was a skilled archer. She was far more experienced than he was. She said she was suitable for using a crossbow, so that must be the case.

Unlike bows and arrows, a crossbow can be used for a long time once it is strung, and will not be fired until the moment the target is found. Therefore, using this weapon also allows for lurking. To use this tactic to kill a target, you need to lurk for a long time and have great patience.

Fortunately, what he lacks the least is patience.

Snowflakes fell all over his dark blue hair. His green eyes were focused on the woods ahead, his thumb on the safety of the crossbow. His pointed ears twitched from time to time, monitoring the sounds around him.

He patiently waited for the target to appear, not caring at all about the pain his body was enduring from the extreme cold. Every once in a while, he would put his index finger into his mouth to keep it flexible.

There was silence all around, with only the sound of wind blowing through the treetops. Everything seemed normal.

The young man Fidelia's ears suddenly moved. There was a slight sound, very slight, like a light exhalation. Others might ignore it, but he would not.

He turned around and pulled the trigger without hesitation towards the place where the sound came from. The crossbow arrow accurately hit a body covered with snowflakes, but did not penetrate it, leaving only a blood-red mark.

Skov crawled forward, looking at the red marks on his shoulder, and sighed helplessly. In order to get close to this guy, he crawled in the snow for three hours, stopping for five minutes every three meters. But he was still discovered.

The young man Feidia smiled slightly and waved to him.

Skov gave a helpless smile, brushed off the snow on his body, and left the scene.

Yes, this is not a real battlefield, but just an exercise. After half a year of training, they are facing the final test.

The 30 of them were divided into two teams, and all the weapons in their hands were non-lethal, leaving only red marks on the opponent. Now Sasha was the only one left in his team, and the opponent's commander was very smart. They used a successful ambush to almost wipe out their entire army, leaving only Sasha and three others to escape.

The reason why they were ambushed so easily was because of the special Originium skill of one of the opponents. He could make several people temporarily invisible. This kind of invisibility can only stay in one place, and the flaw will be exposed if you move a little, and it does not last long enough. In order to get 100% success, they hid in the tree for four or five hours before waiting for Sasha and the others.

When the enemy approached them, they relied on this Originium technique to make them walk into the encirclement in a few minutes. Although it was almost hopeless now, Sasha did not want to admit defeat. He was ready to rely on his natural advantages to fight.

Sasha successfully defeated Skov, but he did not let his guard down. There were still 8 people left on the other side, which far outnumbered his side. If he was not careful, he would still be defeated.

He left the area. Before defeating Skov, he must have informed his teammates that they could not stay here for long.

He chose a place that was leeward, cleaned up the traces he had left behind, and hid again. The heavy snow continued to fall, and in the blink of an eye, it completely covered the traces he had left behind.

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He held his breath and pulled the trigger. The release mechanism released the crossbow arrow, which flew out like a gust of wind and accurately hit the gap in the enemy's armor. The enemy was shaken by the force, leaving bright red marks on his body. The enemy looked at the marks on his body in a state of confusion, and suddenly became angry again. He took off his helmet and threw it on the snow.

Now Sasha is the only one still "alive" on the field.