Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

"You are right. You are a trustworthy comrade."

Claude looked unexpectedly pleased as he continued.

"Of course, everything I tell you will be proven to you one by one."

A New Beginning: Chapter 1: Ordinary Development ()

He opened his eyes and sat up. His originally confused thoughts quickly became clear in the blink of an eye. He quickly put on his clothes and folded his quilt neatly, square and square, as if it was cut out of wood.

He put on his black leather boots, washed up quickly in front of a wooden tub, and combed his hair which was a little messy from sleeping. When Claude finished all this, only 5 minutes had passed since he opened his eyes.

His excellent efficiency was not a requirement of the Imperial Army. In fact, few people would do this at the beginning. The reason why Claude did this was because he pursued and standardized his own discipline. The Imperial Army did not have such strict requirements, but when he, the legion commander, took the lead in doing so, other knights followed suit, forming a trend.

After hesitating for a moment in front of the armor, he still put it on. With his current strength, he wouldn't be in much danger if he didn't wear armor, but this had become his habit for decades and it was difficult to change.

He lived in a large white tent, made of strong white canvas and wooden beams. This kind of place was not very warm, but for his physical condition, it was enough to keep him from feeling cold. In the middle of the tent was a small cast iron stove that burned firewood, and its chimney protruded from a hole on the top. He opened the stove door, reached in with an iron hook next to it, dug out the remaining ashes inside, and prepared to go out to get some firewood to light it.

The canvas curtain of the tent was lifted, and the guard outside the door stuck his head in and saw Claude.

"My Lord, are you awake?! Do you need firewood? I'll be there right away."

As the guard spoke, he retracted his head and prepared to look for firewood.

"It's okay, I can do this little thing myself. As a guard, don't leave your post casually." Claude spoke up to stop him.

The guard immediately returned to his post as if he had never left. Claude patted him on the shoulder and went out to look for firewood.

Coming to the woodpile, these were all thick logs that had been sawed, but had not been further processed, so the user had to split them himself. He picked up a log and placed it on the pile, and then pulled out the axe next to it. He raised his hands, exhaled, and made a precise and powerful chop. The axe blade embedded in the center of the log and quickly tore it apart. The log split in two and fell from both sides of the pile.

As long as he had time, Claude would not miss any opportunity to train himself. If martial arts were not practiced frequently, they would gradually become rusty. He used logs to practice his chopping skills. After a while, he had chopped a pile of wood. He picked up the firewood and rushed to his tent.

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Seeing the smoke coming out of the eye-catching white tent, everyone in the camp knew that their general had risen. Although Claude himself was reluctant to use this title, everyone still called him general. Some of them might not know what the general's specific position was. But they still called him by the highest position in the army in their minds.

Tallulah tidied up her hair. Her fluffy white short hair always looked messy after sleeping. Her residence was at the highest point of the entire camp. She could clearly see the whole picture of this huge camp.

Claude's team, the guerrillas, and other infected warriors gathered together to form a formal organization - the Integration Movement. This name was proposed by her, and Claude thought it was very suitable. Alina also supported her. Yelena and Mr. Bozoskati had no objection, so it was officially established.

The location of this camp is behind a hill, which not only blocks the cold wind, but also is very hidden and will not be easily discovered. There are many sentinels around the camp, hiding in the forest, which is enough to send out warnings before any enemy launches an attack.

The current camp is still very simple, with only log walls and simple tents. Some infected and non-infected people are reinforcing the camp. Thanks to the "good governance" implemented by the Ursus Empire here, more and more infected and non-infected people have joined them.

Walking down the slope, a man in white clothes was saying something to two people.

"I have said many times, don't use the same lunch box with an infected person, even if you have a good relationship with them, because it will increase your chances of infection."

"I know she's pitiful, but this isn't the way to pity her. Do you think she'd be happy if you got infected, too?"

After scolding the two young men for more than ten minutes, he finally let them go.

Turning around, he saw Tallulah. He was slightly startled, then quickly greeted her.

"Commander Tallulah."

"What's wrong with these two young men? Dr. Kolchev." Tallulah was a little curious about the two young men.

"Don't mention it. These two kids are a couple. The girl was infected with oripathy, and the boy couldn't bear to see her being captured, so he escaped with her and finally came to us after many twists and turns. But even though they were infected with oripathy, they still had their previous living habits, which was very dangerous for them. I told him several times in a row but he acted as if he didn't hear me, so I scolded him severely."

"Also, sir, please don't call me a doctor. I'm just an assistant in a small clinic. I don't know any advanced medical skills. I don't deserve this title."

"I cannot agree with what you said. The fact that you can take the initiative to help these infected people proves that you are already an excellent doctor."

Korchev showed a rare look of embarrassment on his face.

"I'm still a long way from that. Right now I only know some basic nursing knowledge. It's just that I can't bear to see what they're going through..."

"I won't talk to you for now, Dr. Kolchev. I have something else to do."

Tallulah said nothing more, but smiled and nodded at him, and walked towards the white tent in the center in the distance.

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"Has the messenger to the village in the west returned?" Claude looked at the map in front of him without even raising his head. This map was a trophy from the patrol branch and was hung in the office of their highest commander. Now it was spread on a large wooden board with a few stools underneath.

"No, sir." An officer nearby quickly answered his question.

"It's not the appointed time yet. If he hasn't come back after the time limit, send someone to look for him." Claude thought for a moment and quickly made a decision.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the tall Patriot and Froststar in front of him. Then he pointed to a corner of the map and drew a big circle to the side.

"This is our sphere of influence for now. The villages and towns within it have basically joined us. Now we need to formulate the next plan as quickly as possible."

After saying that, he raised his head and looked around. Basically all the officers and commanders above the rank were gathered here.

"Does anyone have any good ideas? Tell us and we can discuss it together."

"I think even if we are not strong now, we must drive out the pickets within our area and not let them destroy the village again." Sasha raised her hand and spoke first.

"I agree. If we don't stop them and let them continue to do evil, this year's grain production will be even lower." Talullah also agreed with his opinion.

"I agree, they should be eliminated." The Patriot also spoke up.

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"In this case, our plan is to clear out their outposts and gradually reduce their strength until we finally drive them out."

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"Okay, then it's decided. Does anyone have a different opinion? No more?"

The meeting lasted about half an hour. Now, in this organization, military matters are basically decided by Claude, and other matters are decided by Tallulah. Of course, this simple structure is only a temporary expedient, and it will definitely be changed later.

After the meeting, everyone did not leave, but gathered around the stove and ate the breakfast they should have eaten long ago. Bread made of moss and wild vegetable soup. Of course, the taste was not very good, but at least it was available steadily. The atmosphere was harmonious and natural, as if they had eaten together many times.

A New Beginning: Chapter 2: Ordinary Development ()

A white figure jumped swiftly between the trees, and each time he stepped accurately on the support points between the branches, as if he had no weight and was not affected by gravity, and he could move quickly between the trees. If Claude saw this scene, he would definitely be amazed by the other party's amazing jumping ability.

Excellent elf warriors can also do this, but they can do this because of their extremely light weight and the assistance of magic. The white figure in front of him completely relies on the jumping power of her strong and powerful legs to move quickly in an instant.

She stepped heavily on the tree trunk with her right leg, sent herself out, and landed on the top of a dead tree, holding onto the branches to secure herself. Standing at this commanding height, Xinteleya observed the surrounding situation.

She held a large and sophisticated composite bow in front of her. Generally speaking, such a large and complex weapon would have a significant impact on the flexibility of the user. But she knew her weapon very well. In her hands, it was so light and flexible, like a small short bow.

Under the neatly trimmed white bangs, the light golden eyes were sharp. He carefully scanned the surroundings for any movement. On the white snowfield, any moving object would be extremely conspicuous. But people rarely looked up to observe their situation, so ambushing in the trees was a very effective method. Yan

As usual, there was nothing special around, only endless snow fields and birch forests dotted on them. After waiting for a while, she set off and headed for the next target point.

There are three locations around the camp, all of which are commanding heights from which she can observe the surrounding situation. She needs to patrol twice a day. This work is not tedious, and each patrol only takes two hours to complete. The rest of the time can be decided by herself, except when there is an emergency mission.

When she arrived at the camp, everyone who saw her greeted her, especially the archers she trained who called her teacher with great respect.

Being respected like this was something that Xinteleya had never experienced before in her life. In the previous Casimir, if she wanted to be respected, she had to be rich, and of course she didn't have any money.⑧

Not knowing how to deal with this situation, Xinteleya, who was a little flustered, simply responded and walked in expressionlessly.

When we arrived at our accommodation, we found a small hut made of logs, covered with bark and plastic sheets for waterproofing. It looked very simple, but it was one of the best accommodations here.

Pushing the door open, there was a wooden bed covered with a thick quilt and a furry blanket. There were also two chairs, a small table, and a short wooden table with a broken mirror on it, which served as a dressing table.

She placed the weapon on the table and sat down directly under the dressing table. The mirror reflected a pretty white-haired girl, but it was obvious that her face was covered with a lot of dust. This was natural. In such an environment, how could she keep herself clean and tidy?⑧

She drew water from a bucket in the corner of the room, washed her face, and then dried it with a towel. The rough texture on her face made her stop suddenly and look at her hands that had grown calluses again. This process was not pleasant. The skin on her fingers would be constantly rubbed by the bowstring, and then gradually repaired and became thicker. This represented the high intensity of using her weapon.

She certainly wasn't worried or sad like the other girls in the big cities. But she still felt a little uncomfortable. After all, when she first applied to be the maid of that guy, she thought she would never have calluses on her hands. Who knew that in the blink of an eye, she had to leave that city and come to this snowy plain, and even joined a guerrilla group to fight against the terrible Ursus Empire.

But, even though it was hard here, she didn't miss her old life. She couldn't figure out why, was it because the people here respected her, or because there weren't those annoying bosses and colleagues here, or was it because...

A face suddenly popped up in her mind, startling her slightly.

"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk!"

The sudden knock on the door made her stand up suddenly. For some reason, the face of this experienced and excellent shooter felt a little hot.

He rubbed his face hard to recover himself, then went to open the door.

When she opened the door, sunlight shone in from outside, revealing the figure of a person who made her a little flustered.

Claude showed his gentle smile as always, and his amber eyes were shining in the sunlight.

"I got some good stuff, want to join us?"

As he spoke, he raised the black cloth bag in his hand. There was a rustling sound coming from inside, like some small objects. In his other hand, he held a pottery jar. The mouth of the jar was tied with a black string, and there were two handles extending upwards, which he held in his hands.

After all, she was not some naive girl, and she quickly controlled her expression, thought for a moment, and agreed.

"Of course. Working for you is exhausting. How can I miss out on something good?"

With the corners of her mouth slightly raised, she thought that she still liked the life here and some of the things here, much more than the neon lights of Casimir's Grand Knight.

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A ball of solidified animal fat was placed in the stone pot, and the high temperature below immediately melted it, making a sizzling sound. Before the fat could smoke due to the high temperature, a ball of black tea leaves was thrown in. The tea leaves were stirred slightly with a wooden spoon to allow them to emit tea fragrance due to the heat, and then a pot of hot water was immediately poured in.

Then pour the fresh milk in the ceramic pot into it, stir it slightly, let it boil, and let the flavor of the tea penetrate into the milk.

Then add salt or sugar to your bowl according to your personal preference. This is a simple milk tea. Claude filled a bowl and added two small spoons of salt to it. He put it on the table to let it cool down a little.

Xinteleya looked at the layer of grease floating on the tea, and her face showed a dilemma. Claude knew what she was thinking at a glance.

"Don't worry about drinking it. It won't make you fat. The cold weather here will make the body consume more calories. You can eat a little more indulgently."

The tall patriot next to him seemed to agree with this. He held a huge earthenware bowl in his hand and added a lot of salt to it. Then he drank the boiling hot tea without even cooling it down, as if his throat was made of stone. After drinking several mouthfuls in a row, he exhaled a long breath, as if all the coldness in his body was forced out.

Xinteleya did not hesitate any longer. She picked up a bowl and poured some for herself, then added some sugar. When the tea cooled down a little, she took a sip and then squinted her eyes. The slightly hot liquid flowed from her mouth to her stomach, emitting a warm feeling throughout her body. In this cold weather, it was simply a kind of enjoyment.

After drinking several sips in a row, even my feet that were frozen stiff in my boots began to become flexible. The tea tasted very good, and the fragrance and astringency of the tea leaves just covered up the slight smell of freshly squeezed milk. The overall taste became smoother and easier to drink.

Three people gathered around the table. They were the only cadres in the entire organization who were still idle. The others all had their own tasks today, and they were the only ones who were taking a break.

Claude was talking to Patriot about some things about the Ursus Army. Bozoska was a captain with great reputation in the Ursus Army in the past, and a famous war hero. He participated in countless wars in the Ursus Empire and was very familiar with the Ursus Empire's army.

As they chatted, Claude was also a little surprised by the army of the Ursus Empire. He originally thought that the army of such a corrupt country would not be very good, but to his surprise, despite the corruption, their combat effectiveness was not compromised at all. Because of the huge population base of the Ursus Empire, the best way for those civilians who wanted to turn over a new leaf to break through their class was to join the army, so the Ursus Empire never lacked manpower.

In addition, the former emperor of Ursus created a well-organized military structure. Even if the army was corrupt, they would never lack the desire to fight because of their yearning for military exploits and wealth, and their combat effectiveness would naturally not be compromised. Compared with the real Ursus regular army, the pickets they defeated before were just a bunch of rabble.

"The Ursus Empire's army is well-equipped and well-trained. They are very difficult to deal with."

"It is indeed very powerful, but in my opinion they are doomed."

The Patriot seemed a little surprised. He said nothing and motioned for Claude to continue.

Claude took a big sip of milk tea before speaking.

“Because this country can’t stop anymore…”

The Patriot was silent for a long while.

Cintrea suddenly spoke to Claude.

"Didn't you always tell me some time ago that what you were doing was very dangerous and asked me to leave? Why haven't you said it recently?"

"Because I believe you."

Xinteleya looked a little confused.

Claude smiled and added.

"Because I trust you, I will respect your decision. Whether you decide to leave or stay and help me, I will have no opinion. Of course, I am still very happy that you decide to stay and help me."

"So you mean that you didn't believe me before?" Xinteleya immediately caught the blind spot.

"Because we were not true friends at that time, and my principles as a knight would not allow me to let others die for my cause."

Xintelaiya looked at Claude in front of her. The knight's eyes were shining, and there was nothing in his eyes. He spoke his thoughts very frankly. For some reason, she continued to ask.

"Am I your friend now?"

Claude raised the tea bowl in his hand and saluted her.

"Of course! To my friend."

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A New Beginning: Chapter 3: Ordinary Development ()

The whip was raised high and dropped heavily, with a sonic boom at the tip, hitting the thin clothes, causing the flesh underneath to be torn and bleed.

This terrible beating happened more than once, and the whips kept falling, hitting the sturdy figure on the ground like raindrops. This scene was very strange, because the man who was enduring the brutality was as strong as a brown bear, while the man who beat him was far inferior to him.

The reason for this scene was obvious, because a group of soldiers in black uniforms and breathing masks were surrounding him. A young child was crying beside him. The man blocked all the whippings and protected the child tightly.