Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

"It doesn't matter. My oripathy can't be cured anyway, so I might as well stay and help you." The girl still said stubbornly.

A hand covered with heavy armor grabbed the car door, and the powerful force almost deformed the door. Bozhuoska leaned down with his huge body.

"Don't say such things. Just live your life well."

"That's right. At least you have to control your oripathy first and don't let it worsen at any time. As for the rest, you can leave it to us and just believe in our abilities." Claude also added.

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"I understand."

Yelena nodded vigorously, with a determined look on her face as always.

"We will protect them and bring them to Rhodes Island safely."

"And take this communicator with you. You can use it to contact Rhodes Island when the time comes. I've already made arrangements with them."

After instructing Yelena, Claude turned to Skov. This guy always made him feel uneasy. Because of what he was about to do, he was always worried about it and still felt inferior.

When they turned around, they found that guy was looking at them with a smile, and there was a look of relief on his face. Claude couldn't help but ask questions.

"What's wrong? Why do you look like you've encountered something good?"

"Nothing, I just suddenly felt how lucky I am, my lord. I always meet so many noble and good people."

Claude couldn't help but smile.

"Yes, I am also very lucky to have so many kind friends."

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Finally, they checked the supplies they brought with them. There were 10 members of the Snow Monster Team and 20 members with various talents. They had communicators in their hands. When they entered a certain range, Rhodes Island would send people to greet them, and they didn't have to worry about other aspects.

Watching the convoy go away, Claude stood for a while before walking down from the wall. This convoy was not only going to learn, but also their hope. As long as they could return safely, the integration movement would enter a period of rapid development.

Claude lowered his head and thought about the next plan. The ideological education of the soldiers must keep up. This point must not be relaxed. They must know why they are fighting, otherwise the combat effectiveness of the army cannot be guaranteed. This aspect can perhaps be handed over to Alina, who should be very good at this kind of thing. You can also send her a few assistants, no, not just assistants, you must set up a team to be responsible for this matter.

The planting of moss this year cannot be missed. More wasteland must be developed, otherwise food will be a big problem that cannot be solved. Perhaps we can buy some more high-yield crops from other places. The pitiful yield of moss would require a large area to be planted if we want to feed so many people, which is not only time-consuming and labor-intensive, but also has little nutritional value.

I heard that Rhine Life or some other company should have done some research in this area, and maybe we can seek their cooperation. But how can we contact this company? They are far away in Colombia, and it will take more than one or two months to reach them.

Perhaps they could also try breeding and keeping those docile beasts in captivity to provide meat for the warriors, otherwise they would be too weak. And they also had to consider the future blockade of the Ursus Empire, so they had to ensure a stable and reliable channel for the transportation of materials.

To run these stably, they all need talents in related fields. Now there are many people joining them, and they also need to establish a reasonable talent selection mechanism.

Claude suddenly stopped, and a tall, familiar shadow loomed over him. Bozhukasti suddenly blocked his way.

"Mr. Patriot, what's up?"

Hearing Claude's question, the powerful warrior showed a hint of hesitation, which was unusual for him, but he quickly strengthened his determination.

"I came here to thank you. If it weren't for your arrangement, Yelena would probably..."

"There's no need to thank me for that. She was an important comrade of mine. I would never watch her die of oripathy if she had the conditions."

"No, this incident means a lot to me."

The patriot shook his head stubbornly. He never gave up his ideas easily.

"I see. I accept your thanks, Mr. Bozhukasti."

Claude did not insist and accepted the other party's thanks generously.

"There's one more thing. Call everyone here. We have to have another meeting. We have a lot of things to do in the next period of time."

Claude walked towards the meeting room in the middle of the camp, and Patriot followed him silently.

A New Beginning: Chapter 50: Blood-soaked Land

The snow covering the ground becomes thinner with the arrival of spring, making it possible to dig up the snow and plant crops underneath. This work is extremely arduous, and since there is no mechanical equipment, this step can only be done by hand. Using tools such as shovels and rakes, one piece of relatively flat land that can be cultivated is cleared out of the snow.

Apo bent down and used the tools in his hands to pile up the thin snow. He worked from early morning to noon, taking only two breaks in between. He didn't straighten his aching back until he heard the news of dinner. Looking at the two acres of land he had cleared, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

Next, he had to loosen the land inch by inch and break up the frozen soil. When all the soil became loose and soft, he could plant seeds in it, pour some water on it, and wait for the future harvest. Although he knew very well how much moss wheat could harvest from a few acres of land, it was not even enough for his own food. But there was no other way. Only this crop, which was as cheap as their lives, could survive here.

"Apo, what are you doing? The meal is ready, come and eat." His friend came to him with a hoe. He moved much faster than him and had already started loosening the soil.

Seeing his friend Apo in a daze, the other party couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder.

"Nothing, I just wonder if our life is too easy right now. It feels like a dream."

"Isn't it good to be relaxed? We don't have to go hungry now. Without a guy like me who loves to eat, the family can save some food." He brushed off the dust on his gloves, looked at the worn-out gloves, and saw that there was another tear on them. He couldn't help but rubbed them hard with a pained look.

"It's really good. In the past, for every acre of land we reclaimed, we had to pay more to the patrol team. Regardless of whether we could collect anything or not, the amount we paid was increasing every year. Later, no one was willing to reclaim the land because all the grain added up was not enough to pay the taxes."

"At that time, most people were used to starving and would rather live on that pitiful income. Only the stubborn old man in my family refused to believe it. He worked hard to reclaim dozens of acres of land and worked himself to death. But in the end, all the food we harvested could not be saved. My eldest brother also starved to death at that time."

"I don't know how many people are buried here, I can't even count them..." Apo squatted on the ground and grabbed a handful of soil. He watched the soil with ice chips being ground between his palms.

"I always feel that the reason why things can still grow here is because those crops are growing by sucking human blood. They can only grow thanks to the continuous death of people in the fields..." He loosened his hand slightly and watched the dirt fall to the ground from between his fingers.

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"No one will starve to death anymore. This is what the general told us." His friend grabbed his clothes and pulled him up from the ground.

"That's right. One day, no one will starve to death here anymore." Carrying the shovel on his shoulder, he walked towards the camp without looking back, and his friend followed immediately.

On the vast snowfield, there were twos and threes of black shadows like them, gathering in one direction. Behind them was a large area of ​​cultivated land, which was not only filled with seeds, but also with hope.

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“Ma’am, do you know anyone from Rhinelife???!”

Claude looked at the woman in front of him with some surprise. Just when he was chatting with Tallulah, she suddenly joined in and said as soon as she opened her mouth that she could contact Rhine Life.

"I used to be an employee of Rhine Life. Although I had to leave due to some special reasons, I still have contacts with Rhine Life and should be able to help you buy seeds of high-yield and cold-resistant crops." Saria said to Claude hesitantly. She was not sure whether she should have any contact with Rhine Life anymore, but Claude had helped her a lot and she also wanted to help his organization.

"I see. I won't ask any unnecessary questions. And, thank you very much, ma'am."

"It's nothing. I just came here to say goodbye, but now I have to leave." Saria shook her head slightly. Although she admired what Claude had done, she also had things she had to do.

"Okay, I'll take you there." Claude nodded, stood up, and shook off the snow on his cloak. This place always has snow, whether it's spring or winter.

"Talulah, this matter must be arranged as soon as possible. Send the right people to bring back the crop seeds." Turning back and instructing his deputy, the gray-haired Draco nodded and quickly went to arrange it.

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Looking at the shabby motorcycle in front of him, Claude felt a little embarrassed, but he still turned around and said to her.

"Ma'am, although this motorcycle looks shabby, the parts inside it are basically intact. Together with this fuel, it should be enough for you to get out of this snowy plain."

"Thank you again, Mr. Claude. This is a great help to me and can save a lot of time." Saria sincerely thanked Claude, then took the supplies she needed and got on the vehicle. After Claude waved goodbye, it disappeared into the distant horizon a moment later.

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Today's dinner was potatoes and meat, the meat was from wild animals. The potatoes were bought from the surrounding villages, not much, but enough for most people to eat. Claude scraped the last bit of soup with the spoon in his hand, and then ate the remaining dry bread.

He put the plate aside, someone would come to clean it up, and then he picked up the document and continued to read it. He was like walking on thin ice, not knowing which step would lead to his downfall. He had to find the right path among countless options, and then lead everyone to walk forward unswervingly.

If they want to really develop, it would be best to capture a landship with a factory. But this is not easy. Each landship is a valuable asset of the Ursus Empire. Without a large army guard, they will never act alone. They must have the strength to defeat the Ursus Army head-on to achieve this step.

After flipping through the documents again and again, Claude had no other ideas, so he simply threw them on the table, opened the door and walked out, wanting to relax first. Thinking too far ahead now would not do anything, at least they had to capture the surrounding areas first, and a battle plan needed to be drawn up first.

Their biggest advantage is that they have a huge strategic depth in the vast and sparsely populated snowfield. No army can keep fighting them. If they can gain the support of the people, they will be more capable and invincible. Therefore, propaganda in other parts of Ursus should also be put on the agenda to create soil for their development in other places.

As he was thinking, he unconsciously came to the place where Alina worked. This was not only a school for those unattended children, but also a place for propaganda staff to be trained. Although it was just the beginning, he could already hear Alina's voice inside. She was telling others the key points of propaganda work.

He pushed the door open and walked in, pressing his hand slightly to let everyone sit back down. It wasn't just Alina who was giving lectures here, he would also come here often and tell them what he knew in plain language as much as possible.

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The landship, as tall as a mountain, was moving on the plain, rolling over some gravel and gullies. It seemed so unstoppable, as if there was no force in the world that could stop it. In the dark night, the several huge scarlet indicator lights on the bow were particularly conspicuous, making it look like a silent monster, ready to devour life.

In the cold night, fog rose from the plains. The huge bow of the land-based ship passed through them without any hindrance, but it brought a hint of cold and dampness to the people on board. However, in such an environment, the soldiers wearing black coats on board did not move, as if the biting cold wind did not exist.

The soldiers were as silent as statues. Cold dew dripped from their collars to the ground, and soon their whole bodies were covered with dew.

A shrill alarm sounded throughout the landship, and the steel gate slowly opened. A standard military vehicle of the Ursus army approached the landship from the wasteland ahead, and then drove into the newly opened steel gate.

Soon a message was delivered to the real controller here.

The messenger who delivered the message had sweat pouring down his forehead and his legs were shaking slightly, but he didn't dare to make any move because the person who could decide his life or death was sitting in front of him.

"So, you failed."

A voice without any emotion slowly sounded, cold and hoarse. It was as if one could imagine what its owner looked like just by listening to the voice. A glass goblet was filled with bright red wine, and a thick cigar was held between fingers, gently tapping the gold-inlaid armrest.

All the messenger could see was a pair of shiny boots, but he did not dare to hesitate at all.

"Yes, General! A squadron was sent there and disappeared without sending back any news. It is inferred that they may have been wiped out by the guerrillas."

"Waste." Still, there was no emotion in the words, as if it was not a rebuke, but a fact.

"560 Ursus soldiers were wiped out, but they couldn't even send back a single message. What an incompetent guy..."

The pair of shiny boots stepped on the wooden floor, making a loud sound. He took a few steps forward and came to the messenger.

He looked up and saw a cold and majestic face. The eyes, which had turned gray due to the scars of the sword, were trembling slightly.

"Where is that place?" he asked.

A New Beginning: Chapter 51: Subliminal Influence

Rat is an infected person, which is nothing strange, there are many infected people here, but what is strange is that he is an infected person from Ursus, and he was not thrown into the mine, but was hanging around in the town. Anyone who knows the country of Ursus knows how difficult it is to do this.

He has been infected with oripathy since he can remember, and he doesn't know how he survived as a baby. But he seems to have a special talent. Although the pain caused by oripathy will not be reduced at all, the disease progresses quite slowly. To this day, his condition is still controllable.

He lived in the sewers of this town, just like a real rat. With his thin body, he could get through cracks that many people couldn't get through and get to places that many people couldn't reach. In this way, he escaped countless pursuits.

Just like this time, when he was rummaging through the trash can, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded, and a military policeman in a black coat chased him with a split beast in his hand. The beast, which had long been accustomed to eating corpses, opened its bloody mouth and wanted to tear flesh from his body. But he was not in a hurry and sprinkled the dust in his pocket on its face.

The Rift Beast suddenly wailed in pain on the ground. This was certainly not ordinary dust. He had added a lot of good things into it, which could make this guy drink a lot of it.

Then he turned around and got through the crack in the wall next to him. The crack was very narrow and it was unimaginable that a person could get through it. But his luck was not very good today. As he got through the wall, he saw another black-clad military policeman rushing over from the corner.

But there were plenty of places for him to hide. He ran along the corners at full speed and got into the exhaust pipe at a corner in two or three steps. The military police could only look at the complicated pipes and curse loudly. He didn't even turn his head and left the insults behind. He had heard this kind of thing many times, and it no longer made him feel any ripples in his heart.

He went around the third pipe, climbed over a low wall, opened the manhole cover, and went in. As he went down, the small mechanism supporting the manhole cover locked it tightly. He did not leave any traces outside, and the stench of the sewer could prevent the cracked beasts from smelling his tracks.

Looking at the familiar sewer, he breathed a sigh of relief and was about to rush to his hiding place. As he walked, he took out a half-eaten hard biscuit from his pocket, which he had found in the trash can outside the mayor's door. There was only the most food in the whole town, and sometimes you could even find leftover meat in it.

He didn't care about the trace of dirty water on the biscuits at all. He had discovered long ago that he would not get sick no matter what dirty food he ate. So the infected people living in the sewers changed one after another, but he was always here.

With yellow and twisted teeth, he chewed the biscuits. He didn't even look at the road, his whole attention was on the biscuits, but his body's instinct took him through the corners, holes and ramps. It was just a small amount of biscuits, and no matter how slowly he chewed, he eventually finished it. This was a little trick of his. If there was little food, he would chew it a little longer in his mouth, so that he would have the illusion of being full.

There was a small crack in the wall of the sewer ahead, which was where he hid. He was the only one who could get in. He jumped up and grabbed the crack, then flexibly slid his body inside. There was some hay and bedding inside. The space was not big, most of the space was only about 1 meters, but it was spacious enough for him.

He buried himself in the haystack, covered himself with bedding, curled up, and tried to reduce his body's consumption as much as possible so that he would get hungry more slowly.

He was almost caught by those guys today. They will keep an eye on him for the next few days, so he can only hide for a while. He calculated the remaining things in his mind to see how long they could last.

Like a true rat, he doesn't think about anything other than survival.

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The vigilant orange-yellow eyes quietly peeked out from the eaves, and the mouse fixed himself here with two fingers. He watched the surroundings carefully to prevent being caught when he was rummaging through the trash can. If he was caught by the military police, he would definitely not survive.

After waiting for a long time, he finally let down his guard. When he was about to leave from the eaves, he heard a familiar sharp whistle in the distance, and he immediately shrank back. Even his breathing and heartbeat slowed down. No one, not even the Split Beast, could detect him in this state.

But he soon realized that the person being chased was not him. A man in a gray cloak was running fast, and behind him was an Ursus Crack Beast. Just when the beast was about to pounce on him and bite off his legs, he pulled out a crossbow from his arms and shot the sharp arrow through the beast's eyes. It lay on the ground without even struggling.

The man was obviously not familiar with the roads here. He turned a corner and found himself in a dead end. A military policeman rushed in and thought he was blocked. When he was about to call for help, the man took the initiative to draw a long knife and rushed towards the military policeman. The military policeman hurriedly drew his knife to fight, but he was obviously no match for the opponent. After a few rounds, he was stabbed in the chest by the sharp blade.

After pulling the blade out of the corpse, he looked left and right and found that the wall of the alley was relatively low, so he stepped back two steps and jumped up. Just as he was about to leave, a crossbow arrow flew from nowhere and suddenly shot through his calf. He lost his balance and fell off the wall.

The rats could see clearly from above, and the black-clad military police were about to surround him. His reason told him that the best thing he should do now was to stay here and not move. After the military police arrested the man, they would temporarily relax their vigilance, and that would be his best chance. He told himself that as long as he stayed here, he would soon be able to find the food he needed in the mayor's trash can, and that way he could continue to survive.

Yes, that's great, keep living...

What is the purpose of living?

He seemed to be confused all of a sudden.

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Cement Nail looked at his calf that was shot through by a crossbow arrow. The pain kept coming, almost making him unable to move, but he still gritted his teeth and stood up, slashing the arrowhead and feathers with a knife, leaving only a short section in his body. He limped against the wall and wanted to hide, but at his current speed, this was a foolish dream.

He held the thing on his chest and looked around anxiously. Even if he was going to die here today, this thing must not be taken by Ursus's lackeys. But he couldn't find a place to hide it, so he was determined to eat it. Suddenly, he felt someone pulling his sleeve.

He almost chopped him off reflexively, but when he turned around, he saw a thin infected person, who looked at him anxiously, gesticulating with his hands, but he could only understand a few words from his mouth. As the other person tugged at his sleeve, he followed the other person and walked over.

Turning the corner, there was a manhole cover hidden behind a pile of discarded debris. The thin man opened the cover and motioned him to go down. Without much hesitation, he climbed down the ladder. The other person returned along the same route, seemed to do some finishing work, and then came down together. As they came down, the manhole cover was completely closed and locked.

Cement Nail was surprised to see that there was a very ingenious locking device made of discarded materials at the opening and closing of the manhole cover.

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The mouse bandaged the man's wound with clean gauze, and the man just looked at him silently without saying a word. The mouse didn't know why he did this, just like he didn't know why he was alive. He left these clean gauze for himself, just in case. If he was beaten too badly one day, maybe he could rely on this to survive.