Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

The man's teeth were grinding, and anger seemed to be flowing out of his brown eyes. But he had nothing, even though he could easily break the neck of the man who whipped him. The child curled up in his arms, crying because his father was whipped.

The patrolman looked at the man with a cold look, and the whip in his hand never stopped. The reason why he was still beating him was not because he had any hatred towards him, but because he simply thought it was fun. With such a brutal beating, most people would have screamed, but the man didn't say a word, and his body didn't even tremble.

He looked at the man covered in wounds with great interest, wondering in his heart when he would scream and beg for mercy. His colleagues beside him were also discussing the same thing. Some even made a bet that the man would cry and beg for mercy within 10 minutes.

The other people in the village watched from a distance, not even daring to watch for too long, with numbness in their eyes. The crisp sound of the whip tearing flesh fell into their ears, but there was no movement. What's the use? Whatever they do is useless, it will only lead to more fierce revenge. It's better to pretend that you don't see or hear it, at least you can survive this way, and you can still survive.

The whipper began to feel bored. He had been whipping the man for 15 minutes straight, and even his hands felt unbearable pain. But the man, whose clothes were completely stained with blood, still did not scream. He felt a little bored and angry, so he threw down the whip and drew the sword from his waist.

The developed heavy industry of the Ursus Empire has enabled these patrol teams to have quite good weapons. The long sword in their hands has a sharp blade and an excellent center of gravity. No matter how strong the man in front of him is, this sword can easily cut his body and kill him.

"I think this guy is still thinking about taking revenge on me in the future."

With a mocking smile on his face, he raised the blade high, aimed at the man's neck and was about to chop it down.

The man gritted his teeth, knowing what was about to happen to him. But he had no way to resist. If he did, the black dogs around him would kill him and his son. Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he wanted his son to survive, so he tensed up but didn't move.

However, the pain of the blade did not come, instead, a biting cold ice mist appeared around him. He looked up in confusion and found that there was only an ice sculpture holding a knife behind him.

There was still a trace of confusion on the face of the ice sculpture. He was completely sealed in a layer of ice, motionless. A layer of light ice mist began to form around him. The remaining black dogs gathered together with nervous expressions.

The silence did not last long. An ice spike shot out from the fog, shooting a black dog up from the ground and impaling him on it. White figures began to flash through the fog like ghosts.

The expressions on the patrol team's faces began to become desperate. I don't know who said the forbidden name first.

"Snow Monster Team!!"

But no matter what they were going to do, it was too late. The mist enveloped them, and white figures flashed by, bringing out bright blood plasma. Their limbs were separated and shattered. The extreme cold turned them into ice sculptures, and then the sharp swords would smash them one by one.

The man suddenly reacted. He suddenly pushed down the ice sculpture behind him, and the ice shell shattered. He seemed to be still conscious, looking at him in horror. The man's broad hands suddenly grabbed his head and used his strong and powerful arms to firmly control him. Ursus' body burst out with great strength. He pressed the guy's head hard on the ground and squeezed it down hard.

The skull cracked under the weight, followed by several muffled screams. The man gritted his teeth and continued to exert force.

"Crack!"

His palm suddenly moved downwards, and a bloodshot eyeball popped out. His palm sank into a pool of blood. He actually crushed the guy's head to the ground alive.

He collapsed to the ground. He hadn't eaten anything for several days, and his weak body couldn't support him any longer. He fell to the ground, gasping for breath, and didn't even have the strength to stand up. His child came to his side, hugged his arms, and looked at the ghost in the fog with fear.

But he didn't care anymore, there was nothing he could do now. No matter who these ghosts were, he had no power to resist them.

The remaining pickets were quickly slaughtered, turning into a pile of frozen debris. The ghosts in white lined up in an orderly manner.

A tall warrior from the Yeti squad walked towards him, holding a bloody long knife in his hand. He stretched out his hand and pulled the man up from the ground. His son seemed to sense something, stopped crying, and looked at these warriors in white clothes curiously.

Seeing his hunger, the soldier rummaged through his pockets and took out a piece of dry biscuit and stuffed it into his hand. But he didn't rush to eat it, but stared blankly at the white-clad soldier in the distance who was talking to the villagers.

"Reunion Movement..."

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The grease-covered cotton cloth was rubbed on the sharp gun blade, covering it with a layer of oil. After wiping it all off, it was wiped again with a clean cotton cloth. After doing all this, the sharp gun blade became shiny. Claude did not touch the complex source stone mechanism under the gun blade. He did not understand the specific reason for this thing, so he could not maintain it.

Claude likes to maintain his weapons. For him, maintaining weapons is not just a preparation for battle, but also allows him to calm down, think about his current situation, and make plans for future development. For him, this is also a way to cultivate his character.

But now he was not thinking about the future development of the organization, because everything was going according to plan and running smoothly, and there was no need to create any more complications at this time. He was just emptying his mind and thinking about some of his previous problems.

Claude is good at many kinds of weapons. After all, sometimes his weapons are broken and he has no special choice, so he can only use whatever he picks up. But he also has several regular weapons. Among them, he is best at the spear, and his favorite weapon is the vortex sword.

To be precise, this thing is not a serious weapon. It is the executioner of the empire, the instrument used to behead criminals. This weapon has a wide blade, and does not have the traditional tip of the sword, but is replaced by a fan-shaped blade.

The reason why it is not a serious weapon is that its center of gravity is too close to the front end, making it disastrous to operate when used. After all, its purpose of design is to cut off the head of the prisoner with one blow. Real veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time will not use it as their regular weapon.

But Claude was different. His strength was outstanding among the extraordinary people, allowing him to easily control this strangely focused greatsword. Moreover, the unique feel and sound of the vortex sword when it easily split the tough body of the orcs like splitting a melon also made him like this powerful weapon very much.

One tactic he was very good at was to jump off a griffin and into the enemy's formation, relying on his heavy armor and time-tested martial arts. With the cooperation of the griffin, he used a 1.6-meter-long vortex sword to turn an entire hundred-man team of enemies into broken limbs. With his powerful strength, he could even cut several enemies in half with one strike.

Because he couldn't carry too many weapons, this terrifying sword was usually hung on the saddle of the griffin. He would not take it down until he needed it. He was the only one in the entire legion who could use it. If other knights wanted to imitate him, they would be severely reprimanded by their superiors. Because rashly using this weapon that they were not good at could easily cost them their lives.

After staying here for such a long time, Claude suddenly missed his great sword. But there was definitely no condition to make it for him now. There were no qualified craftsmen in the camp, only some ordinary people who knew some skills to maintain the equipment. And if this kind of weapon was to be guaranteed to be strong and durable, it was definitely not something that ordinary craftsmen could do.

The weapon making in this world, especially the cold weapon making, is of a very high level. It should be said that most people in this world use cold weapons. As far as Claude knows, there are firearms in this world, but they are basically in the hands of a race called Sakota. And this firearm is also different from what Claude knows. It is still a staff. The user must rely on his own Originium skills to activate the mechanism in the firearm to shoot the bullet, rather than relying on gunpowder.

Moreover, the penetration of most bullets fired by this kind of firearms cannot be compared with that of a powerful crossbow. In particular, the crossbow arrows used by most archers in this world weigh at least a hundred pounds.

So naturally, this expensive weapon, which was controlled by the Sakota people, did not become popular here.

Claude thought about it. The integration movement was in urgent need of drugs to suppress Originium disease, and also needed a stable source of funds. There was not even a skilled craftsman. There were countless things missing.

There is no way to obtain funds for the time being, and I can only rely on robbing at this stage. But can I contact other medical institutions in the world to see if I can get a stable supply of drugs. After all, there are so many infected people, and their conditions should not continue to deteriorate.

Maybe I can ask other people later to see if they know anything about this.

Claude stood up and stretched his body, looking at the thriving camp. Today was still a day without any unexpected incidents.

The camp was neatly arranged with tents at night. Patrol teams closely monitored the situation in the camp under Claude's precise arrangement. Claude had already fallen asleep. He always fell asleep quickly. This was his habit for decades. He always took every opportunity to rest.

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This is an infinite dark space with no end in sight. Claude walked here, he didn't know why he was walking here, he just moved subconsciously. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally found something different. A small stone house.

Claude walked to the door and was about to raise his hand to knock, but suddenly his brows furrowed. He suddenly felt that something was wrong. Why did he have to go in?

Before he could think about anything else, the door suddenly opened. A slender middle-aged man came out. His face was very smooth, without any beard, and his eyebrows gave people a feminine and sharp feeling. There were no racial characteristics on his body.

The man looked at him with a very surprised expression, and then smiled at him warmly, as if he was a good friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

He suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart, as if this person was really his old friend, and suddenly became friendly in his eyes. The man grabbed his arm and enthusiastically invited him to come in and sit down. Claude rarely refused a friend's invitation. He subconsciously took a step forward.

Kochiche, or the immortal black snake, could hardly suppress a genuine smile on his face. As long as he stepped into this hut, into this trap set in his mind, everything in his memory would be defenseless to him, and he would know all his secrets.

After walking a few more steps, Claude suddenly stopped. Black Snake was a little impatient, and when he was about to succeed, he subconsciously pushed him with his hand.

"Bah..."

The sound of a sharp blade piercing through the body suddenly rang out. Black Snake looked at the sword that pierced his chest in shock.

"What's wrong with you?..."

Claude looked at him seriously for a while before speaking.

"My past friends are all gone, and I don't even remember you being one of my current friends. You, a filthy alien, really underestimate me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands and slashed it upwards fiercely, cutting his face in half.

A New Beginning: Chapter 4: Ordinary Daily Life ()

The Ursus Empire ruled this snowy plain, and this was almost a matter of course, but today, at this time, a small area in the Empire's territory had lost control. This place was so small and so remote that apart from some pickets, it hardly alarmed any other part of the Empire.

This area with dense birch forests has now become a restricted area for the patrol team. No one dares to enter this place. They certainly don't believe in nonsense like maintaining the dignity of the empire. For them, this place is not profitable. It is not worth risking their lives to fight against the guerrillas. Anyway, other places can still be plundered, so no one will do this thankless task.

For the villagers here, life suddenly became easier. The patrols that used to come every day to extort money and property no longer come. Even though the harvest here is low, it is enough to fill your stomach. Now, the people who often come to the village are some soldiers who claim to be members of the Reunification Movement.

When they first discovered that there were infected people among these soldiers, they were scared for a long time. Thanks to the long-term propaganda of the Ursus Empire, in their minds, the infected have become something harmful, dangerous, and completely different from them. They are afraid that these infected people will treat them cruelly, even more than the original pickets.

But no matter how extreme the lies are, they cannot affect the facts that they see with their own eyes. After several months of getting along, the demonization of the infected by the Ursus Empire basically no longer affects them. People are very realistic. The infected people of the integration movement now feed them and make their lives better, so they naturally have no reason to oppose them. When getting along with those infected people, they also look like ordinary people, no different from them. Although when getting along with them, they will consciously keep a distance, and there will be some strange stones on their bodies.

In addition, people from the Integration Movement would come every day to spread some information to them. These people treated them kindly, and they were not as arrogant as the clerks around the masters, speaking in a language they could not understand. Many of them were young people in the village. They joined the Integration Movement because they were infected with mineral disease or because they could not stand this miserable life.

They explained a lot of truths to them in plain and easy-to-understand language, and although they sounded novel, they were able to agree with them from the bottom of their hearts.

It didn't take long for the Reunion soldiers to be welcomed by the villagers whenever they arrived. They knew in their hearts that these soldiers were here to protect them. Whether they were infected or not, they would not harm them. They were previously oppressed like animals, but now they have food left over every year.

Claude was very satisfied with the current situation. He was finally relieved from his fear. No matter what, the first step was finally taken. He had no way of predicting what would happen next. He also had no way of predicting their future. He could only take it one step at a time. To use a phrase from his first life, "Just do good things and don't worry about the future."

But some things can no longer be delayed. Just yesterday, there were 10 more infected people, and the infection worsened. Two of them died on the spot due to worsening of the disease. Without medicine, no matter how good the doctor is, he can't prolong their lives. Moreover, Dr. Korchev is the only one in the entire organization who has medical experience. It is now crucial to find a channel to buy drugs to suppress the original stone disease. Otherwise, not only will their non-combat losses be greatly increased, but it will also cause a great blow to their morale.

Tallulah stood in front of the conference table and stated this difficult fact. Everyone sitting at the long table also looked solemn, but they couldn't think of any good solution. This was not something they were good at.

"Our funds are also very tight. Although we have seized a lot of looted property from the patrol team, it won't last long for our entire organization. If we have to buy expensive drugs to inhibit protolith disease, it will be used up even faster."

As the logistics director of the entire organization, Alina's delicate brows also frowned. She was very worried about the current situation. In this barren snowfield, they could not produce any products, and even if they did, they could not trade them. The only valuable thing here was Originium, and someone had to dig for Originium. For them who did not have perfect protective equipment, this was tantamount to creating more infected people, which they hated. Even if they seized a lot of property, they were now eating up all the money.

"How much money do we have left?" Claude, who had been thinking with his chin in his hand, suddenly asked.

After learning the exact data, he hesitated slightly, then stood up and spoke.

"I'll go buy the medicine and contact a reliable pharmaceutical company to see if we can have long-term cooperation with it."

Everyone looked at each other, but no one objected, because they knew that Claude was indeed the most suitable. Not only did he have connections in Casimir, but he was also more familiar with the situation there.

"But Mr. Claude, is it okay for you to go back? Didn't you tell me that you offended the Chamber of Commerce there? They will target you, right?" Tallulah looked worried.

"Don't worry, the Business Federation is no longer a force to be reckoned with. The current situation in Casimir is no longer the same as before."

Claude was very confident. In his eyes, the Linguang family and his friends were all very capable people, not to mention the powerful Knight Commander. With the advantage, they could not defeat the Business Federation. Now the mobile city of Casimir was no longer completely controlled by capital as before.

Moreover, 80% of the reason why Casimir's capital was so arrogant was because of the powerful Ursus Empire, which made the knights dare not provoke civil strife. They were afraid of giving the Ursus Empire an opportunity to take advantage of it, and they never doubted that the empire would give Casimir a fatal blow at this time.

The Business Association also knew this, and because they were afraid of the other party's powerful strength, they did not dare to provoke internal strife. They knew that if they really took action, they would be easily crushed into slag. So they could only maintain this fragile balance.

So Claude would not encounter any danger if he went there now, and with his current strength, there was nothing that could threaten him, unless he was besieged by Casimir's most powerful Silver Spear Pegasus, but he thought he got along well with the Linguang family, the representative of Casimir's expeditionary knights. So this should also be nonsense.

The meeting continued, and since the most difficult issues had been resolved, the next few things were just some small matters, which were quickly discussed and properly resolved.

After the meeting, Claude found Sintela.

"Do you need to go back and take a look?" Claude asked her directly without any nonsense.

Xinteleya said without any hesitation.

"Of course, I have to follow you, otherwise what if your boss runs away with the money?"

"Don't be late at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. I'll be waiting for you at the door." Claude curled his lips and threw his cloak behind him.

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"Okay, okay, don't send me off. I'm just going to be away for a while. I'll bring the medicine back soon."

It was still the same SUV that he had come in. Claude sat in the car, waving to the people who came to see him off. There were many more people seeing him off this time than last time. Basically, everyone in the Reunion Movement who had met him came. It was a huge crowd that filled up the entire open space.

The car gradually went away, but several cadres of the integration movement still stood there, and did not go back. They looked at the departing car, and the man sitting on it, who had indeed changed their fate. Before this, they never dared to think that they could do what they did now, and he had become the soul of the integration movement.

"There's so much money in the car, boss, don't you have any ideas? If you abscond with the money, they won't be able to do anything to you."

With a hint of sarcasm on her face, Xintlia joked with Claude.

Claude answered her without even turning his head.

"Because they trust me, just like I trust them. So they won't have any doubts about me. I also deeply believe this."

"Oh, how much trust is there?"

"Just like you trust me." Claude smiled.

"How could I trust you? If you didn't have this month's salary to pay, I wouldn't go with you." Xinteleya turned her head away, but her legs began to tremble involuntarily.

While driving, Claude took the time to turn his head and look at the boxes in the back seat. The boxes contained all the remaining funds except for the necessary maintenance of the organization. If he failed to achieve his goal this time, it would be difficult for the integration movement to survive in the future.

But he would succeed, he never doubted it.

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As night fell, the familiar division of labor continued. Claude was in charge of the first half of the night. He sat cross-legged in front of the campfire, holding his sword in his arms after it was sheathed. He poked the campfire with a dry branch, looking defenseless.

Only he knew that his mind was in a state of high tension. He was paying close attention to any movement around him. The clear and bizarre dream that day made him realize that there were some strange enemies around him. He didn't know who the man in his dream was, but he knew very well that the man definitely had bad intentions. If he hadn't been so vigilant at the time and he had succeeded, he didn't know what the consequences would have been.

For two consecutive nights, Claude was in a state of shallow meditation. In this state, he could not really fall asleep, nor could his body get a real rest, but for his current physique, it was not a big problem and he could hold on for a long time.

But this is not the solution. It is impossible to guard against thieves all day long. So he made sufficient preparations tonight, hoping to lure the guy out, and he also set a trap for him this time.

He had encountered this kind of mental invasion and enemies who were good at mental attacks before. I mentioned the elves before. They were very good at magic, no matter what kind of magic it was. Of course, this kind of spell that attacked the opponent's mind in dreams was also included.

In the later stages of the war, they were pushed into a desperate situation and had tried almost every possible means. In order to turn the tide of the war, an elven purple-robed sage developed a method that could invade the opponent's mind and kill the opponent in the opponent's spiritual world, thus causing the opponent's brain death.

But this method is extremely costly, and requires an Elf Mage above the Sage level to sacrifice his own life and attack in the soul state. In order to use it successfully, this method of sacrificing the best talents of one's own race is crazy, but there is no other way. This is the last madness of a race.

Unfortunately, their disadvantages at that time could not be changed by this kind of magic. In the beginning, they did succeed a few times, and even successfully assassinated a legion commander. But the imperial army wizards soon discovered the problem. Under the personal order of the emperor, the empire's well-organized wizard association began to study countermeasures.

The most intelligent and magic-savvy minds in the empire quickly came up with an effective countermeasure. They developed a sophisticated rune that even non-mages could use easily. The function of this rune was also very simple. It allowed people to use their mental power to set traps in their minds to capture souls. The empire's strong organizational ability allowed all soldiers to be equipped with this rune equipment within half a month.

Soon, the most basic soldiers of the empire were equipped with this rune and received basic training. Then the suicide of thousands of elves' sages became a joke. Their final madness only caused a loss of hundreds of people to the empire. Although a legion commander was assassinated by them in a despicable way, for the empire, this was a completely bearable price.

And now, the complex and precise rune was gleaming inside Claude's armor. As long as the uninvited guest dared to come tonight, as long as that guy was still a soul, he would definitely fall into Claude's hands. How to deal with him at that time would be a matter of Claude's whim.

Time passed by, and the wind outside was still blowing fiercely on the campfire, blowing up a lot of sparks. Still nothing happened, but Claude was not anxious at all. Hunting was a kind of enjoyment for him, and he liked the feeling of waiting for prey. He still stared at the campfire patiently.

A New Beginning: Chapter 29: Black Snake

Milden Ether Rune No. 641, this is the name of this complex rune or its number. When you have enough authority, you can use this number to find it in the magic library of the Empire's Mage Association. If necessary, you can also find a mage to teach you how to use it.

All of this is free for the soldiers of the empire. As long as they have this permission, they can check and learn all the knowledge and skills that they can learn without paying any fees. The empire strongly encourages soldiers to improve their strength and increase their knowledge.

The rune was made up of concentric circles, arcs, straight lines, and angles. With just a touch of magic power, light would flow out of the lines until the rune was filled. At this point, it entered the waiting stage.