Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

The remaining arrow shaft in the wound had been pulled out, and the bleeding had stopped. The mouse looked at the other party, but was a little at a loss.

"friend."

The mouse looked up and pointed at himself in disbelief. No one had ever called him that before.

"Yes, it's your friend. Do you want to know more about the Integration Movement?" As he spoke, he took out a booklet from his arms.

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Some kind of change has subtly taken place in this town.

A New Beginning: Chapter 52 Undercurrents

The fat elbow was roasted in the oven, the meat and bones had been separated, and it was paired with fresh vegetables and a glass of wine. The soft and sweet bread was placed on the plate, exuding the sweet aroma of honey. Add to that the mellow cheese, and it constituted the mayor's breakfast today.

He deftly used a knife and fork to remove the meat from the elbow from the bone, then scraped a layer of cheese on it and stuffed it into his mouth. The mellow and dense taste that burst out in his mouth made him squint his eyes. He took another sip of wine, letting the mellowness of the wine neutralize the greasiness in his mouth.

He wiped the grease off his mouth with a napkin, not looking at the rest, which would be disposed of later, and carefully wiped the grease off his neatly groomed beard. After asking for his permission, the two servants began to pick up the leftovers on the table. He never knew where these leftovers went, but he thought they should be fed to some cats and dogs.

He greeted his wife, then came to the window, opened the curtains, and the town covered with snow came into view. Looking at the clean streets, he was very satisfied. There were no wandering homeless people on the streets, and no annoying garbage cans. It looked much better than before. Now the town is full of decent people, and everyone has enough property to buy a house for themselves. Those annoying homeless people and infected people were driven out of the town. Without those guys, the town is more prosperous.

Turning back to his office, he walked to the waxed wooden floor, which creaked under his boots. The huge fireplace next to him was burning wood, making a crackling sound. The warm heat completely isolated the house from the outside world. Living in it was so hot that he sometimes even had to take off his coat.

"Oh, my dear sir, I am sorry to have kept you waiting."

As soon as he walked into the study, he opened his arms, smiled warmly, and spoke to the man in a black coat sitting on the sofa.

The other man also stood up from the sofa and raised his glass in greeting. His thick-chinned and bearded face also revealed a flattering smile.

"Thank you for your generosity, Mayor. This is truly the best wine I have ever tasted."

"Haha! That's nothing. As long as we continue to cooperate sincerely, we will all make a lot of money."

Sitting down opposite the sofa, the mayor poured himself a glass of wine and drank it without hesitation. Feeling a little hot, he unbuttoned the collar of his fur coat and took it off. Then he smiled at the police chief in front of him.

"Well, my old friend, what brings you here? You seem to be in a hurry."

The police chief immediately put the wine glass in his hand on the table, and rubbed his thick and fat fingers. After a slight hesitation, he spoke.

"Sir, the reason I'm here is because the situation in the town recently is... a little bad."

Seeing the mayor's brow furrowed in confusion, he continued to add.

"There have been some despicable rumors in this town recently, which have been widely circulated among those poor people. I am worried that if this continues, it may have a bad impact on you, the mayor."

Hearing the police chief's words, the mayor's face suddenly relaxed. He lay back on the sofa, his fat belly bulging out.

"Old man, you are too sensitive. They are just some poor people. What can they do to me? They don't even have sharp pieces of metal in their hands. Let them do whatever they want. Anyway, they will be sent away after this winter."

"You are such a kind man, forgiving their faults."

The director rubbed his eyes, and his movements looked like he was going to dig his eyes out.

"As for the matter I told you about last Monday, how are your contacts going?" The mayor suddenly raised his head and seemed to perk up.

"I contacted Captain Kolchen, and he said that as long as we can send people to mine, he can give us half of the profits. He will take as much as we can."

"Oh, that's really great. We have so many poor people here. If we send them all over there, we can make a lot of money in a year." The mayor's greasy face covered with fat suddenly wrinkled, and it was impossible to tell whether he was crying or laughing.

"But Captain Kolchen has a condition. He requires that the people we send over can only be infected."

"That's easy. Just find two nimble guys and place some Originium dust bombs or something like that in the places where those poor people live. Then there will be an endless supply of infected people, right?" The mayor still waved his hand nonchalantly, and then fell into deep thought.

“If the people we send over are infected, those poor fellows will probably die there before they can even mine for two days. This will be a loss for us,” the police chief reminded.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. There are plenty of poor people anyway. They will always appear in an endless stream. When the time comes, you can just find an excuse to send them over."

"Those guys should thank us for finding them a place to work so they don't have to sit around doing nothing all day and waste the empire's resources." The director picked up his glass again, clinked it with the mayor, and then drank it all in one gulp.

The two men talked again, both in a very good mood, and felt sincerely happy for the bright future of their town.

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The rat moved quickly through the sewer, and he didn't need to stop to find the route. There was no place in the sewer that he was not familiar with, and he could walk back and forth in it with his eyes closed. He pressed his hand on his chest, feeling the touch of the booklet inside.

It was obviously just a thin booklet, printed on low-quality paper, and looked soft and fragile, but he felt that the booklet was hot. Thinking about the truths those people told him, he felt that the booklet was getting hotter and hotter, and his entire chest became hot.

He shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He was now shouldering an important mission and needed to go outside the town to transport weapons and equipment back. There were other people following him. After all, he couldn't move so many things by himself, so he went to investigate the situation first.

Soon he came to a sewer outside the town. This was the escape route he prepared for himself, for the worst case scenario, so that he could escape from the town.

Suddenly a patch of snow was lifted up, and a closer look revealed that it was a square tunnel entrance. The mouse's vigilant yellow eyes peeked out from inside.

He waited patiently and did not rush out. He opened a 10-centimeter-wide gap at the tunnel entrance, which allowed him to see the outside without exposing himself. After 15 minutes, he felt that it was enough, and then he carefully opened the entire tunnel entrance and climbed out.

He turned around and put the lid back, then found some snow to cover it, leaving no flaws. He quickly climbed up a tree and waited at the top of the tree.

The cement nails told him that there would be special joint codes, so he did not make any sound, but listened attentively with his ears.

Time passed by minute by minute, and his skinny fingers were almost frozen by the cold wind. He put his hands into his arms. The thick cotton-padded clothes he was wearing provided him with warmth he had never felt before. He curled up in the tree trunk, still listening vigilantly to the slightest movement around him.

"Quack, quack, boom!"

The call of the feathered beast and the two knocking sounds suddenly perked him up. He pinched his nose and made the same sound, while knocking the stone in his arms twice on the tree trunk next to him.

The same sound continued to come, and he did it again. After three consecutive times, the last time he changed the order, and they finally completed the connection.

He jumped down from the treetop, and in front of him was a warrior of medium build, dressed in white clothes. He was wearing a camouflage suit made of white cloth and holding a powerful crossbow in his hand.

"You are Mouse, right? Nice to meet you. You can call me No. 3." The soldier wore a white mask on his face, and his expression could not be seen. He extended his hand to Mouse, and Mouse subconsciously shook it.

"Okay, that's all the equipment. There are 58 swords and 15 crossbows. We don't have a lot of weapons at the moment, so this is all we can spare."

"That's enough, that's enough. I've never seen so many weapons in my life." Mouse looked at the blades that shone with cold light, and the crossbows with sophisticated structures. He had only seen these things on the military and police before. They were not allowed to keep any weapons, not even kitchen knives.

"Well, goodbye, my friend. I have other tasks to do, so be careful on your way back and don't get caught."

Seeing the mouse's surprised look, No. 3 added.

"As long as you join our cause, you are all friends, because we are fighting for the same thing." As he said this, he stretched out his hand and patted the mouse on the shoulder. The skinny mouse tilted its body to one side.

"By the way, there's this. This is dried meat. You can try it. I made it myself. Look how thin you are." No. 3 took out the dried meat wrapped in paper from his arms and handed it to the mouse.

The mouse reached out to take the jerky, but this delicacy that he usually craved did not attract his attention at this time. He looked at No. 3, his lips moving. After hesitating for a while, he still spoke.

"Goodbye...my friend."

After saying this, a worried expression appeared on his face, but there was anticipation in his eyes.

"Take care, my friend. I hope it's you who will meet me next time. You must live well." No. 3 waved to him, then turned and walked towards the snowfield. The white camouflage clothes made him disappear from sight quickly.

A New Beginning: Chapter 53 The Rebels

The meat was roasted very hard so that it could be preserved for a long time. It was a bit hard to chew, but you could still feel the precious salt on it. The mouse ate it very carefully. He broke off half of it and chewed it for a long time, but he was reluctant to swallow it. Although the aroma of the meat made him almost bite his tongue off.

The sight from the side made him turn his head, and then he found that it was a dirty child. He looked at the dried meat in his hand with extremely eager eyes. Subconsciously, the mouse wanted to protect his food, and he wanted to drive the child away and keep him away from him. For him, that was the right thing to do. There was no room for sharing here, because food was one's life, and no one would share their life with others.

But somehow, he thought of what No. 3 had just said to him: As long as you join their business, you are all friends. He swallowed back the words that were about to be driven away, and handed the remaining half of the meat to the dirty child. Seeing the other party desperately biting the meat, even his gums were scratched and bleeding, he couldn't help but speak.

"Don't bite it so hard. It will become softer if you keep it in your mouth for a while. Chew slowly, and you won't get hungry so quickly."

The dirty kid nodded at him, put the dried meat in his mouth, and chewed it slowly. He raised his head and gave him a silly smile, and snot flowed down his nose. He noticed that it was about to flow into his mouth, so he sucked it hard. But soon the snot flowed down again. Soon he thought of another way, and wiped the snot away with his dirty, shiny black sleeves.

The mouse couldn't help laughing out loud. He didn't know why he wanted to laugh, but he just felt inexplicably happy.

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The intersection of several sewers is an open area where all the sewage is collected and then discharged through a pipe. Now these sewage pools are covered with wooden boards to seal them.

Dozens of skinny people stood in several rows above. They looked so frail, their clothes were worn and dirty. Some people couldn't help but bend their waists habitually while standing. They were used to living in narrow places. But when the white-clad warriors above turned their eyes to them, they immediately straightened their waists again.

Cement Nail looked at these frail people. They definitely didn't look like qualified soldiers. Some of them couldn't even lift a knife. But looking at them reminded him of himself half a year ago. He was just like them at that time, so thin that a gust of wind could blow him down. Maybe he was even more frail than them. At that time, when he saw people holding swords, he would lie on the ground in fear and dare not move.

But after joining the Reunion Movement, he quickly became stronger. After a long period of training and several battles, he has now become a qualified warrior. Not only has his body become stronger, but his heart has also become extremely strong. When faced with this dangerous mission, he volunteered to accept it without hesitation.

And now his task is to train these people to be warriors as strong as them, or even stronger than them. This is not an easy task, but he is full of confidence in their future.

Looking at his teammates next to him, he nodded to them.

"Distribute all the weapons you have to them. At least let them get familiar with them first so they don't hurt themselves when using them."

Boxes of swords were placed on the ground by the strong warriors and distributed to their new members. The civilians looked at the swords and crossbows in front of them with curiosity. They were usually forbidden to touch any weapons, even a piece of sharp iron. If they were seen by the military and police, they would be beaten severely.

The mouse reached out to take the machete handed to him by the other party, and then his wrist was pressed down by the heavy weight, but he still gritted his teeth and raised the knife.

"Try these weapons to see if they are comfortable to use. Remember that the non-bladed part is for holding, and the bladed part is facing the enemy. Don't point it at your teammates or towards your body."

The sound of the concrete nails was amplified exponentially in the confined space of the sewer and was clearly heard by everyone.

He suddenly frowned, walked quickly into the crowd, and snatched the crossbow arrow from a man's hand that was pointing at his companion's head.

"One more thing, don't point your crossbows at your companions unless you want to kill them."

"Today we will teach you how to hold your own sword. Tomorrow we will start formal physical training. At least you won't be out of breath after just one swing."

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A few months passed in a flash.

In the darkness of night, two military policemen led the Split Beast and staggered to the slums outside the town. Seeing the residents' fearful eyes as always, they felt a little proud. They kicked a child who was blocking their way and grabbed the Split Beast who was about to attack and bite them, and continued to patrol forward.

After a while, when they patrolled to the center, they both stopped at the same time. They looked around with a guilty conscience and found that there was no one around. Then they took out two fist-sized mechanical devices from their pockets.

"Hurry up, it's such a horrible weather and I need to go back and have a drink." A military policeman urged his companion.

"Why do I have to do it while you just stand there and watch? Come and help me, you idiot. If those poor bastards find out, we'll both be dead."

The two men fixed the mechanical device on the wall of the well in the middle while cursing, and then turned the timing button on it. After they left for 10 minutes, the Originium bomb would explode, completely contaminating the well. The two of them were so busy installing the bomb that they didn't notice that several figures holding crossbows appeared on the roof behind the house.

Mouse held the crossbow in his hand, and the crosshairs in the scope locked onto the body of the military police. He held his breath and waited for his captain's order. After many attempts, Mouse still chose to use the crossbow, because he really didn't have the strength to wield a sword. The harsh living environment from childhood to adulthood had completely changed his body.

He couldn't use a bow that required strength to pull, so he could only use a crossbow that could be loaded with an aid, and he was pretty good at it. Of course, his real strength wasn't in that. He was really good at gathering intelligence, and in the past few months, he had heard everything that happened in this town.

A few days ago, when he was investigating at the police station, he accidentally heard a piece of news outside the chief's office. The vicious plot frightened him so much that he almost fell off the eaves. After reacting, he immediately told his captain the news.

"Kill the one on the left and the beast. Leave the one on the right. We will question him later."

The aiming auxiliary line locked onto the military policeman next to him. When he was in a straight line with his Split Beast, Mouse decisively pulled the trigger. The powerful crossbow in his hand sent an amazing recoil, causing his shoulders to shake back violently.

The powerful crossbow arrow pierced the soldier's throat and his split beast together, and the other soldier just reacted and wanted to escape when two crossbow arrows pierced his knees.

Before he could even utter a wail, the rat stood in front of him, raised the butt of the crossbow in its hand, and knocked him unconscious with it.

In the darkness of night, the rebels are taking action.

The Rise of the Integration Movement: Chapter 54 The Gradually Forming Noose

The fierce beating caused his nose to break and bleed. His head was buzzing and tears and snot kept flowing out. He wanted to struggle, but his hands were fixed to the armrests and he couldn't move at all. The other party didn't ask him any questions at all. After catching him here, he kept beating him.

With his eyes covered, he was terrified by the fear of not knowing when he would be beaten. Another heavy punch caused his head to tilt back. This heavy punch almost made him lose consciousness, completely losing the ability to resist, or even the ability to think.

"Who gave you this task? Who asked you to do it?"

A cold questioning voice suddenly sounded. He was still confused for a moment and did not answer in time, and was immediately punched again.

"It was arranged by the chief!! It was arranged by the chief!! He told us that he would give us a lot of money as long as we completed this task!"

Without any hesitation, he immediately told everything he knew. There was no thought of resistance or deception in his mind. The continuous beating just now made him dare not have such thoughts at all.

"When did you tell me?"

"This morning! This morning, he called both of us into his office and told us this!"

"Where did the bomb come from?"

"I took it from the armory!!"

"Where is the armory?"

"It's right next to the mayor's house, that inconspicuous short house! Right there!! There's an underground passage connecting there!"

"How do I get in? Is there a password?"

"There is no password! There is no password! The entrance is right next to the police station! Just open the entrance and you can go straight in." He shouted the last thing he knew at the top of his voice, and then waited for his future in fear.

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"Dispose of it."

These three simple words instantly destroyed the last of his sanity. He began to curse loudly and struggled frantically on the chair.

"You lowlifes will all be hanged sooner or later! Hang one by one, and all the lowlifes related to you will be slaughtered!! You should be sent to dig for source stones until stones grow on your bodies!! You lowlifes are like shit!!!, you... hehe..."

A steel wire rope suddenly strangled his neck from behind, making him choke on the rest of his words. The man who did it showed no mercy. He kicked the back of the chair with his feet and used all his strength to strangle the soldier's neck. After a while, the other party stopped struggling. Just in case, he still strangled him for two or three minutes to ensure that he was completely dead.

Cement Nail looked at the hanged military policeman. The other party struggled in agony before death, but there was no wavering in his eyes. If the mouse had not discovered it in time today, what they did would have caused a terrible disaster, and all the people in the slum would have become infected. In the absence of any medical conditions, they were basically sentenced to death.

If possible, he wanted to deal with this bastard in a way that was ten or a hundred times more painful than this. But that was not possible, because their general had told him that if he pursued cruel methods too much, he would change his original intention. He was a soldier, and a soldier should do what a soldier should do.