Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

Sasha climbed up from his hiding place, nodded to him, and walked over.

There was no obvious joy on his face, but from his suddenly brisk steps, he was obviously in a joyful mood. The other 29 people with red marks on their bodies came to greet him.

"Sasha, you are so amazing!!!"

The white-haired boy rushed over excitedly, holding his hand and jumping up and down, just like a child seeing his favorite idol.

Ino's expression suddenly changed. "Sasha, why are your hands so cold?"

The other person's hand was as stiff and cold as ice. If he hadn't been standing in front of him, he would have thought it was the hand of a corpse.

As if he suddenly realized something, he pulled his hand back

"It's nothing. Don't forget that I have a naturally low body temperature. This has no effect on me." He lowered his head and was about to continue speaking when a warm coat was suddenly covered on him.

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Looking up, he saw the captain of the other team, a member of the Luber tribe with gray hair. He looked at him with a sincere smile and said.

"Well done, Sasha, you're awesome, but we won't lose next time!"

"I was just lucky and didn't let you catch me. But you almost wiped us out, Eisen."

"If I lose, I lose. I won't make excuses for myself. If this is a real war, you will be the winner in the end." The other party said to him in the stubborn tone unique to the Syracusans.

The others also left and came over to surround them, congratulating them and talking about them. The winners did not mock the losers, and the losers did not have any negative emotions, just some regrets. The atmosphere was jubilant and warm, and Sasha, who was surrounded by them, also showed a happy smile on his face, which rarely had drastic emotional fluctuations.

"Is the winner determined?"

A voice that they were extremely familiar with and respected came over, and everyone subconsciously turned in the direction of the voice, gently stroked their shoulders with their right hands, and bowed.

"General!" Their voices were filled with unparalleled fanaticism and awe.

"I've told you not to call me general anymore. There are only a few dozen of us. Calling you general will only make people laugh." Claude walked over with a helpless smile on his face.

He looked down at Sasha, whose face was pale from the cold. When the dark-haired Fidelia boy saw Claude looking at him, he became so excited that his whole body froze.

"Well done, soldier, you completed the task brilliantly." Hearing Claude's words, a smile appeared on the boy's face.

"But." He then tensed up.

"Although your achievements were brilliant and your actions are worthy of praise, they are not worthy of promotion. You almost froze yourself to death in the snow."

"But sir, I think it's worth it. Even if I die here today, I have achieved enough results."

"No, I don't think it's worth it. Only a few people succeed like you, and most people will fail in the end. What you should do is pass the message back and unite with your comrades to eliminate the enemy. You can keep your life for more worthwhile things, don't throw it away casually. This gambling-like tactic with a very high failure rate should not be advocated." Claude reached out and straightened the boy's collar.

"Of course, even so, I will tell you that you are a soldier that makes me proud."

Sasha suddenly became the focus of everyone's attention. He could clearly feel the envy and jealousy in those eyes. A warm current flowed out of his chest, pushed up and rushed into his brain, making him feel dizzy.

In this euphoric feeling, he was dragged to the camp by his good friend.

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"Mr. Claude, you are indeed amazing. In just half a year, you have trained such elite warriors."

Tallulah stood beside Kraut, looking at the elite warriors in the camp, who were wearing weapons and armor captured from the pickets. The Ursus logo on them had been dug out, and a white cloth band on the arm was used as an identification.

"We don't have our own craftsmen now. If we want to obtain weapons and equipment, we can only rely on seizure. This is very disadvantageous to us." Claude frowned and looked at the standard equipment of the Ursus Empire on the soldiers. Their quality was not bad, but because they were seized in battle, they would be more or less damaged.

But since they don't have a craftsman who can repair weapons, they can only make do with simple repairs. This is not a long-term solution. Claude couldn't help but think of Master Koval and Miss Maria in Casimir. Both of them have excellent mechanical manufacturing technology and perfect knowledge. But whether to invite them to this dangerous place made Claude hesitate.

Moreover, the development of the organization requires various material supports. Although during this period he has developed very good relationships with the surrounding gathering places, both infected and non-infected, and can purchase supplies from them, funds are also very scarce.

The funds to maintain the operation had always been supported by part of Claude's remaining prize money. Speaking of which, Casimir's Knight Competition was indeed very profitable. Even if Claude was not the champion, the prize money he had earned before was enough to pay all of Master Koval's expenses and still have a surplus.

"We have to find a way to get funding. I don't know if we can find someone to support us."

"Mr. Claude, what you told me was indeed correct. We treated the non-infected people according to your method and gained their support. Now our business is thriving. Our guerrillas can now easily find supplies no matter where they are. Mr. Patriot's attitude towards you seems to have changed as well."

"Well done, Tallulah. This is what I told you at the beginning. We are just a spark. The dark reality of the Ursus Empire is the real firewood. All we have to do is ignite it."

"Even if we are eventually defeated by Ursus's powerful military, it is like using thick firewood to put out a flame. The flame will never really go out. As long as we fight with the right method, even if we fail in the end, it will plant a spark in people's hearts. It will always burn again."

"It's just that this oripathy is a huge problem. If we can't find a way to suppress it, our non-combat casualties will be very serious."

Claude couldn't help but frown when he mentioned this. This mineral disease was more serious than he thought. Last month, one of their soldiers suddenly became infected. Before he turned into a huge Originium bomb, he took the initiative to rush out of the camp and ran away. When Claude led the team to find him, they only found a pile of Originium fragments and blood and flesh residues.

Once infected, if there is no mineral disease inhibitor drug, their life span will not be very long. Often, at a certain moment in a certain day, their condition will suddenly deteriorate. If it is not a professional medical team, there is no way to save them. All you can do is watch them die.

"Mr. Claude, you are right. We don't have a stable source of funds, and the drugs that inhibit mineralogy are very expensive. This is an extremely difficult problem for us." Tallulah's fingers tapped lightly on the hilt of her sword.

"If that doesn't work, let's go rob it."

Tallulah lost her balance and staggered because of these words.

"Go rob?!" The gray-haired Draco girl's golden eyes widened in surprise.

"That's right. Although it may expose our organization prematurely and alert the enemy, it is not a long-term solution, but it should be able to solve the urgent problem."

"For example, I discovered the Ursus Patrol's headquarters camp two days ago. It is very likely that the money they looted is gathered here." Claude continued to explain to Tallulah.

"So, that's how it is." Tallulah was a little embarrassed.

"So that's how it is." In a hidden place, a ball of black mist was floating there, and a cold voice came from it.

"To be so unscrupulous and have no scruples towards the Empire, that guy must also be an ancient being. Humph, his disguise is so good that he almost fooled me."

Judging from his tone, he seemed to have suddenly convinced himself and became a little more confident.

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A New Beginning: Chapter 24: Joint Operations

"Did he say that?"

A low, hoarse voice came from his throat. The tall Bozhukas looked at his daughter. The two of them were now in a huge white tent supported by logs. In the center of the cast iron stove, wood was burning, and the kettle on top was humming, with steam coming out of the kettle.

The patriot held a huge steel teacup in his hand, but there was no tea in it. He couldn't ask for too much in the snowy plains where supplies were scarce. It was just hot water. He thought about his daughter's words in his heart, and after a while, as if he suddenly remembered something, he brought the huge steel teacup to his mouth and took a sip.

"Yes, Claude wants to join us to attack the branch of the patrol team." Yelena also held a teacup in her hand, but it was not hot water but a liquid as cold as snow. For other people, the temperature would make their teeth freeze, but for her, it was just right.

'Claude'

He couldn't help but glance at his daughter. He was a little worried about his daughter's increasingly good relationship with Claude. During this period of time, Yelena often went to the camp for no reason, and she often talked about the young man when she came back.

"That branch is not an easy place to attack. There are at least 300 pickets inside. Does he have a complete plan?"

"He didn't tell me anything specific, but he said he would tell us the detailed plan after we arrived."

The tall Wendigo sat on a stool made of logs and began to meditate. He always liked to think quietly by himself. Once he entered this state, he looked like a dark rock, as if he had been silent here for thousands of years.

"We'll join in too," he suddenly said.

"We will also participate. It is a place we will definitely face in the future, so we might as well take this opportunity to destroy it," he added.

Yelena nodded to him, put down the cup in her hand, stood up and left to inform Claude.

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The entire camp was in action, everyone was busy, the heavily armored warriors used their strong bodies to carry supplies onto transport vehicles, and the crossbowmen were checking their arrows, longbows, and crossbows to make sure they would not malfunction when they were shot.

"Hurry up and check your armor and weapons carefully. Don't let them fall at the critical moment, or it will cost you your life." Watson Carl of the Luber tribe was scolding his soldiers, urging them to speed up.

"Don't let your crossbow get stuck in debris, it will get stuck and prevent it from firing, and it will also cause damage to it." The dark-haired Fidia boy was beside his crossbowmen, checking the condition of their crossbows one by one. Since winning the last game, Sasha was appointed as the commander of the crossbowmen team. There are a total of 10 members in his team, all of whom are very talented in shooting. They are now the most important long-range force of this team.

"Sasha, do you want to go over first?" His best friend, the white-haired boy came over and said to him.

"That's right. We have to rush to the designated location for ambush, so we have to set off first." He looked at Ino, because of his outstanding performance in logistics and medical treatment, he is now appointed as the commander of the logistics team.

"Then I will cheer for you, Sasha. Sasha is so awesome, and he will definitely come back safe and sound this time."

The young Fidia looked at his best friend with a determined expression and nodded vigorously.

"Faust, you should set off. We will follow you right behind you. Don't worry about your good friend. We will protect him." Watson called out the code name given to him by Sasha. All his subordinates were warriors wearing heavy armor, holding tower shields, hammers and axes. Even he himself, a rare strong body of the Luber tribe, was wearing a heavy armor. He held a long-handled axe in his hand.

Nodding to his comrades, Faust put on his disguise, and his crossbowmen did the same. Wearing only light armor, they rushed to the front line at a speed far exceeding that of their colleagues.

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Ivan stretched out his hand and took a handful of water from the bucket and splashed it on his face. He could only enjoy such treatment indoors. If the bucket was placed outdoors, it would freeze into a large block of ice in just one or two hours, not even overnight. His name was very ordinary, just like any ordinary villager in this snowy field. There were dozens of people named Ivan in any village, but his living standard was far higher than theirs.

Just like yesterday, he just told the old man to check for infected people, and he was so scared that he hurriedly took out his savings. But he didn't give up immediately. He searched carefully in his house and found more things. He ignored the old man's pleading and took his daughter away for investigation.

Interrupting his thoughts, he put on his equipment, opened the door, and prepared to continue to "search for infected people" in the village.

They left the building excitedly and came to a small path outside. But before entering here, Ivan suddenly felt something was wrong. If it was before, he would not have worried so much, but now there are some rebels composed of infected people on the snowfield. They attacked important facilities of the empire everywhere and killed the pickets that went out to search for infected people. Although these rebels will eventually be wiped out under the leadership of the great emperor of the Ursus Empire, they are still very dangerous and scary to him now.

After a brief thought, he led his team and did not choose this path, but took a detour to the village.

"The other party has taken the bait. Notify the captain and get ready." In the shadows on the treetops, a black shadow told another black shadow this sentence. The other shadow nodded and took out the walkie-talkie on his body.

Two hours later, the picket team returned to their branch. The guards at the gate played a joke on them.

"Why did you come back so early today? Could it be that you didn't go there at all and got scared and turned back halfway?"

One of the team members gestured to him and cursed him in Ursus, but he didn't get angry. He just laughed and paid no attention to them.

The team quickly went deep into the building. When they met other patrol members on the way, an Ursus in the team dealt with them casually. Because they all wore the patrol's iconic breathing masks, covering most of their faces, no one discovered their true identities. But this good luck did not seem to accompany them forever.

An officer from the picket team suddenly stepped forward and shouted to the leader of the group.

"Ivan, why are you back so early today? It's just right. I have something to ask you." As he got closer, he seemed to have discovered something and began to hesitate.

"Ivan, how come you have become so short all of a sudden?"

As he raised his question, he belatedly realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere around him. The members of the other team surrounded him and looked at him with cold eyes.

He panicked and looked around to see if there were any other members of his team nearby. But soon he saw in horror that one of the other team members suddenly covered the mouth of another patrol member next to him and stabbed him in the back with a sharp dagger. The dagger twisted hard, and the human body lost all its strength at once. The blood that gushed out was absorbed by their thick clothes, and not much was left on the ground.

Just as he was about to shout a warning, a strong arm grabbed his neck fiercely, and the huge force almost suffocated him, making him unable to make any sound. He could only watch as a dagger was calmly stabbed into his chest.

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Yakolov is the commander of this branch, and his duty is to clear all the worthless infected people in this land for the great emperor. But now he is not doing his job, but staying in his warm office.

In front of him was a piece of bread with butter and a cup of steaming coffee. He was enjoying this breakfast which seemed very luxurious to others. After all, it was impossible to produce such a product in this place. If he wanted to eat it, he could only ship it from other cities. And in this land, shipping costs were never cheap.

He picked up an expensive cigar and cut off the tail with scissors. He finished the process skillfully, put it in his mouth, lit it, took a deep breath and exhaled a pleasant puff of smoke, then he lay back on his leather seat.

Although this is not a rich place, my position is a real lucrative one. I spent a lot of money to get to this position. Relying on my extra "taxes" and "infected management fees", I can make a lot of money every year.

He never cared about what would happen to the villages under his management. In his eyes, they were just a bunch of unruly people. He would be transferred away after making enough money. What did he care about after that? He worked diligently for the cause of the empire, but those unruly people did not support him, but opposed him everywhere. This was the fate they deserved.

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Who?" Someone knocked on the door.

"My Lord, I am Ivan, and I have something to report."

Yakolov did not doubt anything, he spoke slowly.

"If you have anything to say, just tell me directly. You don't have to come in and report to me. I'm very busy now."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a creaking sound of the door opening. He became angry and looked at the officer at the door and scolded him.

"Are you deaf? I told you not to come in!!"

The other party calmly turned sideways, revealing his figure holding a powerful crossbow behind him.

Before he could show any panic expression, a crossbow arrow with purple light nailed him to the wall.

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A loud explosion suddenly resounded in the square of the branch. The picket soldiers who were gathered together to talk were blown to pieces. The other soldiers looked out and saw a halberd stuck in the big pit in the square. Before they could react, another loud bang came from the gate. The steel-cast gate fell to the ground. The connection between the two sides of the gate showed signs of being violently torn apart. A tall figure stood there.

He stretched out his hand and recalled his halberd. The blinding red light in his eye sockets revealed a ferocious murderous intent.

The other soldiers on the patrol team looked at this figure with horrified expressions on their faces. As long as they were soldiers in this snowy field, there was no one who didn't know this name. That was the nightmare of the patrol team - Bozhuocasti.

He waved his hand forward, and countless heavily armored soldiers behind him rushed forward. The defenders decided to fight to the death in desperation, but before they could enter the bunker, the sharp arrows shot from behind made them at a loss. Someone tried to contact their superiors, but no sound came from the intercom.

Under the double attack of the patriotic guerrillas and crossbowmen, the leaderless patrol team lost its command and was wiped out before long. Even the deliberately transferred snow monster team was of no use.

The soldiers of the squad were cleaning up the battlefield, taking away all the available supplies, whether it was armor, weapons, food or water. They didn't have much time. Although they could guarantee that the troops here had not sent out any messages, they could not afford any gambles with their current strength. They needed to pack up everything and leave as soon as possible.

At this time, Claude was looking at the opened safe, marveling at the shocking corruption of the country's grassroots officials. This harvest far exceeded his expectations. In his expectation, such a small branch should not have so much funds, after all, the land here is notoriously barren.

With a wave of his hand, the soldier next to him immediately collected all the things in the safe and packed them into a bag.

He turned around and looked at Bozhukasti next to him.

"Well, Mr. Bozoskati, even if you don't agree with my method, we now have a basis for cooperation, don't you think?"

The Patriot looked down at the young man in front of him, at his outstretched hand and the gentle smile on his face. After a slight hesitation, he stretched out his large palm and shook his hand.