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He was attracted by the sound and looked to the side. Only then did he realize that the guy was leaning against the wall, as if he had fallen asleep. He couldn't help but frown, looking left and right, and after finding that there were only two of them, he walked over and wanted to wake the guy up.

"Chaf, you fool, wake up. You're going to get both of us whipped today."

Seeing that guy didn't move at all, he got angry and picked up his boots and kicked him hard. There was a dull thud as his body fell to the ground, but he still didn't move. He got even angrier. He couldn't even do this. How much did this guy drink today?

He put the crossbow in his hand behind his back and prepared to slap him hard. He reached out and grabbed the collar and lifted him up. Then he realized something was wrong. The warm liquid soaked through his clothes and squeezed out with his palm. A strong smell of blood came out. A slender arrow was stuck in the side of Chafu's neck.

Instantly his blood started to boil, his head was buzzing, and he opened his mouth quickly, wanting to shout a warning. Then he fell to the ground sideways, with a slender black arrow sticking out of his neck.

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Warlocks in the army generally have a high status because they have terrible lethality on the battlefield. So when other soldiers can only live in tents, they can live in the house. It was already late at night, and most of them fell into a deep sleep. At this time, a vague shadow suddenly flipped in from the window.

Then the second, the third... The light shone on them and they looked blurry, like a cloud of smoke from a distance.

Sasha came to the leading warlock captain, and without alarming him, he drew the dagger from his waist. His subordinates also did the same.

He suddenly covered the opponent's mouth, and with the dagger in his other hand, he fiercely cut his throat. Almost at the same time, other warlocks were also slaughtered like livestock by the crossbowmen.

After wiping the blood off the opponent's clothes, Sasha put away the dagger and made a slight gesture. Everyone left through the window again. The shadows covering their bodies did not let anyone notice anything unusual. And they continued to move towards the gunner's position silently.

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A loud explosion woke the commander from his sleep. He quickly reached for the sword beside him, threw off the quilt and sat up.

The window was illuminated by the huge flames, and the direction of the explosion was where their Originium artillery and ammunition were stored. Without any hesitation, he kicked the door open and roared loudly in the frightened eyes of the sentry outside the door.

"Wake up everyone, this is an attack! Stop standing there like an idiot!!"

In fact, his orders were not needed at this time, as the well-trained soldiers had already begun to assemble spontaneously. However, because the incident happened suddenly, they were not even fully equipped with armor and seemed a little confused.

It was not until the commander's order came from the headquarters surrounded by them that they subconsciously formed a formation, but the sudden attack also made their movements a little flustered. The commander came to the middle of the soldiers holding shields and began to loudly order the release of drones to scout the surrounding situation.

Five or six drones were quickly launched, and the operators were about to let them fly higher, but unexpected situations always occurred one after another, and the drones began to fall continuously. No matter how hard the operators pressed the controller, it was useless. It was not until they fell to the ground that they could see clearly that it was a black arrow that accurately hit their core. It was impossible to see where the attack came from.

Neat and intimidating footsteps sounded from the opposite side of them, and a group of warriors wearing heavy black armor, wrapped themselves tightly, and advanced towards them with large shields raised in their hands. And a figure much taller than them, stood in the front and raised his weapon.

The next moment, the halberd turned into a stream of red light and bombarded the center of their formation, turning several tall soldiers holding shields in the front into broken limbs and arms, and a large pit was blasted out on the ground. The well-trained crossbowmen and soldiers began to organize a counterattack, but the crossbows had no effect on their enemies, and were easily bounced off the thick heavy armor and shields. The enemy was not affected at all and slowly advanced.

"Where are the warlocks!! Where are the warlocks? Where are they? And the gunners! They are needed right now." The commander shouted at the top of his lungs, but no one answered him. He carefully looked around the crowd, only to find that there was not a single warlock or gunner to be seen. Suddenly, a chill ran through his heart: Facing such a powerful heavy-armored warrior, how could he cope without a warlock?

But he quickly regained his spirits. He was the commander, and if he showed any signs of decline, there would be no hope.

"All the guys with shields, go to the front! The guys in armor, go to the front too! Block them. Crossbowmen, focus on shooting at the guy in front!!"

The two black waves collided fiercely, but one side was pushed back. Especially a tall figure with long horns like dead branches. Every time he swung his weapon, several soldiers were turned into broken limbs and thrown into the sky. He was like the sharpest tip of a spear, piercing deeply into the formation of the Ursus soldiers.

Just when the situation was temporarily at a stalemate, fog rose from nowhere and enveloped the battlefield. This freezing fog had no effect on the shield guards on the opposite side, but it made the Ursus soldiers' hands and feet stiff and their movements slow. In this instant, more than a dozen Ursus soldiers were killed.

White shadows began to flash through the icy mist at high speed. Powerful spells, sharp swords, and the spreading ice easily killed the Ursus soldiers one by one, leaving a huge flaw in their formation. Before the commander could gather soldiers to fill the gap, heavy footsteps and desperate cries of soldiers suddenly came from the side. Some tall soldiers wearing heavy armor and holding sledgehammers and axes rushed to their flanks. The soldier in the front swung the scary-sized axe in his hand, and two soldiers holding shields were knocked away with a light swing. The soldiers behind him did the same thing, and the weak flank was easily broken through, and what appeared in front of them were the defenseless crossbowmen.

"It's over, completely over." The commander looked at the formation that was beginning to collapse. He knew that it was too late to save the situation. He was to blame for the current situation. He would die even if he escaped alive. He took a deep breath and looked at the adjutant next to him.

“Run, run quickly! Go warn… go warn the general, tell him that those here are definitely not guerrillas! These are enemies of the empire!!”

Without waiting for the adjutant to respond, he slit his own throat.

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Claude stood on a high place and saw that the army in the village was easily divided and annihilated as he expected. This was originally a battle that was bound to be won. It was a deliberate plan, with the majority against the minority. They were doomed to lose from the beginning, but Claude wanted to achieve complete results at the lowest cost.

It seems that he has succeeded... Claude nodded, satisfied with his performance this time, like an old craftsman with a skilled craftsman expressing his admiration for his perfect work.

"What a terribly arrogant guy."

It was a pity that his opponent would never hear his comment. Only the whistling cold wind blew up his thick fur cloak, bringing him a slight chill.

A New Beginning: Chapter 48: Future Plans

Under the ominous dark red light, the solid armor and shield and the fragile flesh fell apart like sand sculptures. They turned into debris all over the ground. The battle was not over until the last Ursus soldier was beheaded by a halberd. None of these soldiers surrendered, and each of them resisted to the end.

The soldiers of the Reunion Movement were not lenient either. Hundreds of corpses were piled up in the center of the village. The strong smell of blood, the stench of internal organs, the smell of feces and urine, and the smell of gunpowder left by the Originium artillery. All of these combined to form a unique "battlefield smell". After some of the newly arrived soldiers calmed down from the fighting, they immediately fell to the ground and vomited when they smelled this smell. Most of the soldiers fell into a state of confusion after the battle. Looking at the corpses around them, some could not believe that they had done it. For a moment, they felt a little overwhelmed.

But soon, someone shouted the first cheer, and then it spread at a very fast speed. The deafening cheers echoed throughout the village, shaking the snow off the treetops. Every soldier excitedly raised his weapon high and cheered at the top of his lungs to celebrate this hearty victory.

"The general is coming!!" This voice immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Where is the General?!!"

"General!!"

"Let me see! Let me see!"

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All the soldiers gathered in one direction, and then spontaneously made way in the middle. The clothes they wore were in a mess, but everyone had fanaticism in their eyes, cheering for their general.

Claude held the adjutant in his hand and looked at the grand scene in front of him. He couldn't help but smile, handed the captured prisoner to the soldier next to him, watched him being tied up and taken away, then he adjusted his armor and walked towards the center.

The soldiers gathered around Claude, cheering his name loudly. They all reached out to touch his armor. The crowd followed him forward. Claude looked at those eager faces. At this moment, they only had unreserved trust and admiration for him in their eyes.

Claude looked at this man. These were his soldiers. They believed that he could bring them victory and that they could live a good life by following him. He would prove that their trust would not be betrayed. They came to the well in the center of the village. There were also corpses piled up here. The blood on the ground was two centimeters thick. Most of them were Ursus soldiers, but there were also some Reunion fighters.

He stretched out his foot and stepped on the wall of the well, then made himself stand on it. All the cadres of the integration movement gathered beside the well, waiting for his words. As if a switch was pressed, the originally noisy square became completely quiet in an instant, and even the villagers who were rescued stopped talking. Everyone's eyes were focused on this small well.

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"I am very happy."

The clear and magnetic voice reached everyone's ears without the use of a loudspeaker. Delaud looked at each of them with a smile. Under his feet was a pool of blood with piled corpses, but he looked as if he was standing on a bright red carpet, naturally catching everyone's attention.

"I am happy for everyone here. Because just now we defeated the Ursus army head-on. Proving that they are by no means invincible."

"Everyone here knows how powerful the Ursus army is. They have fought all over the world and rarely lost. But I'm here to tell you that in my opinion, it is not powerful, but extremely weak."

There was a slight commotion among the crowd, but it soon died down.

"Why do I say it is extremely weak? Because they have long been trees without roots, scaly beasts that have left the water source."

"They seem well-equipped, well-trained, and numerous. Compared to them, we are just a speck of dust that can be blown away with a breath. But we are not dust, we are a flame, and they are just rotten firewood. No matter how much dry firewood there is, how can it extinguish the flame?"

"In this empire, there are many people like you. Some of them come into contact with Originium products in order to survive without any protective equipment. Some of them are thrown into the mines just for farming in the village. The patrol teams have repeatedly taken every penny from your pockets in the name of searching for infected people. Some people think that the infected people have harmed them. They would rather blame those infected people they have never met, and dare not resent the patrol teams that really hurt them."

"But now! Everyone standing here knows that the infected are not guilty of anything. It is only this empire that has brought you to this end. How can they only deal with the infected? They are just sucking everyone's blood and eating everyone's flesh to make themselves stronger."

"And when this empire became more and more powerful, what did the people who supplied blood to K get? They only got exploitation, oppression and worthless death. No one would be willing to end up like this, so we gathered together, and what we want to do is definitely not just this, definitely not just such a small fight."

"There are so many oppressed people in this country, as numerous as the sea. We are not alone. We are definitely not the weak party. On the contrary, they are. The Empire is. So victory is natural for us! It is bound to come!"

"We are destined to win. No one will starve to death, and no one will die in vain. This is what I, Claude Ayte, your general, promise you."

"Now, enjoy our well-deserved victory!"

Claude jumped down from the well platform lightly, as if to avoid the sudden earth-shaking sound waves.

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"All the equipment must be taken away, all of them are good quality goods, and the bodies will be buried somewhere far away."

Listening to a captain's instructions to his team members, Claude reached out and picked up a sword from the ground. He could see the power of this country from the weapon of an ordinary soldier. Standard weapons produced by large-scale industrial production are exactly the same. Any factory can produce thousands of them a day.

But the knife didn't show any signs of being crudely made. It was still tough and sharp. Even if it was chopped hard on the hard armor, it was hard to break it. Claude looked at the soldier who was cut in half on the ground. His internal organs were exposed to the cold air and had already frozen into a ball with his blood. But he was still wearing a thick and warm standard military uniform with tight stitching. The quality was very good, which could keep him alive in the cold winter of Ursus.

Claude was thinking quickly in his mind. Although he said that, he never underestimated any opponent, especially now that they were so weak.

Their equipment was far inferior to that of the Ursus soldiers, because they had no factories capable of producing weapons, and all their weapons and armor were captured from the enemy. It was fine now that there were not many of them, but if the number of people increased, they would be completely helpless just relying on captured weapons.

Moreover, the equipment captured on the battlefield was more or less damaged. It was impossible to meet the demand for repairing equipment relying solely on the few people in the camp who knew a little about mechanical engineering. They had to get a factory that could produce equipment and relevant technical personnel.

Claude made up his mind that sending people to study in Rhodes Island could not be delayed any longer. They could not wait any longer. A regular Ursus army had just been destroyed here, and they did not have much time to prepare.

A thin soldier was dragging a corpse, which was not easy because it was a tall guy. And once a person is dead, it is more difficult to carry than when they are alive because the corpse will not cooperate with others. The soldier was so busy dragging that he did not notice the ice formed by the blood on his heels.

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The soldier's shoes pushed hard on the ice and slipped. He screamed and was about to fall to the ground. Claude stretched out his hand to support his body, but what surprised him was that the soldier was very light, so light that he thought he was holding a cat or dog in his hand instead of a person.

The soldier quickly regained his balance, turned around and looked surprised to see Claude.

"Sir General!!"

Claude hesitated slightly, and instead of objecting to the title, he patted the soldier in front of him on the shoulder.

"The food in the camp is quite sufficient. Eat more. Look how thin you are. You look like you can be blown away by the wind."

"Yes, General."

Claude looked at the soldier's thin cheeks and dark red hair, and then he realized that she was actually a girl.

"What's your name? Which unit are you from?"

"My name is Lyudmila, and I'm from the second squadron, second team." The thin child straightened his chest and faced Claude's gaze.

"Why are you here? I remember I left all the members of the second team in the camp to guard it."

"It's because of my special Originium skills that the commander thought I could be useful and asked me to come here."

"What exactly are your Originium skills?" Claude was a little curious. Their leader was Tallulah, a very principled person. Since she could make exceptions for this child, she must have some outstanding qualities.

"I can release smoke to cover my teammates and my own body. Even the most elite warlock will not be able to find our location."

"It is indeed a very useful skill. When you go find Alina later, tell her that I arranged it. Your ability deserves better training." After hearing Lyudmila's words, Claude immediately thought of many ideas. This method of completely concealing one's body is very suitable for covering assassinations. This child's ability may be able to help them.

"I understand. I'll be there right away." After saying that, she was about to leave immediately.

"Wait a minute."

Claude called her and said.

"Go have a good meal first. I see you are shivering from the cold."

"Uh... I understand, General."

ps: There will be another chapter later.

A New Beginning: Chapter 49: International Students

He folded the clothes in his hand and put them into the bag. There were three sets of clothes for each season. There were also various toiletries. There was no need to prepare food and water, as they would be provided. He only had two pairs of shoes, so he took them all this time, as well as his staff. That guy always forgot to maintain it, so he had to remind him this time.

They didn't have any money on them, but Lord Claude said they didn't have to worry about their expenses there.

After checking all the packages again, the dark-haired Fidelia boy turned around and looked at his friend. The white-haired boy was talking to him excitedly, but suddenly, he seemed to understand something and a look of loss appeared on his face.

"Sasha, aren't you coming with us?"

A faint smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of this always silent boy, and he shook his head slightly.

"I have an important mission here and cannot accompany you." He continued to explain.

"Besides, I don't have the talent like you, Ino. This is where I can play a role. I heard that the doctors there are very good. If you can be as good as them, Ino, we can save a lot of lives. You must work hard."

Looking at his best friend with a gentle expression, the white-haired boy pursed his lips and nodded vigorously.

"I will definitely become the best doctor to help you. Before that, you must wait for me, Sasha."

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"Of course, with Lord Claude here, we will definitely win." There was a determined light in the boy's eyes.

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"Sir, I'm just a guy who knows a little bit about repairing cars. Such a good opportunity should be given to those who are smarter. How can it be wasted on me?"

Although Skov was holding the package in his hand, he still said to Claude somewhat unwillingly. In his opinion, the opportunity that Claude fought for must be extremely rare, so how could it be wasted on a guy like himself.

"The candidates have been carefully selected, so you don't need to be so self-deprecating. Besides, you used to work in a machinery factory, so you know more about these things than the rest of us anyway. Go and learn them well. Maybe in the future our equipment will all depend on you, so don't think about anything else."

Claude patted his shoulders twice, making him a little unsteady. Then he laughed at his embarrassed look.

The cars drove over quickly. They were the only ones they had. In the passenger seat of one of the cars sat a white-haired Carters girl. Her white hair covered one eye, and there was a striking scar on the bridge of her nose. At this moment, she was staring straight at Claude.

Claude grabbed Skov's shoulders and pushed him into the back seat of the car, then came to the girl.

"I'm leaving these guys in your care. They don't have much fighting ability. If they run into trouble on the road, they'll have to rely on you."

"Do you think I'm useless?"

The Carters girl's eyes were filled with resentment, and she stared at Claude motionlessly.

"Why do you think so?" Claude looked at her in great surprise. He was indeed very surprised.

"Then why am I the only one among the combat officers who are supposed to go?" She looked very unhappy about leaving here.

"You really like to be serious, because your oripathy is the most serious." Claude shook his head helplessly, and then continued to explain: "With your current condition, if you don't receive proper treatment, you will die within a year due to the rapid deterioration of your condition."