Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

As long as these crops can be planted on a large scale here to solve their food problem, they can recruit more troops and strengthen their own strength. It seems that achieving their ultimate goal is not so far away.

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Standing on the deck of the landship, holding the railing, the cold mist in the early morning hit his face, and soon condensed into water droplets on his hair. A damp and cold air soon came, making people feel extremely uncomfortable. But Ino did not hide back in the room because of this. He still looked towards the north, where his friends, the people he admired, and their careers were, and for their careers, he had to learn something here.

He took out his notebook from his bag, opened it and began to read it carefully. He did not have a photographic memory, so in order to remember these knowledge points, he could only use this method. And he found that it was always easier to remember some of it if he recited it in the morning.

"The patient is in acute shock, you should ......"

“Emergency treatment of comminuted fractures…”

"Cleaning and suturing of large open wounds..."

"First aid for cardiac arrest..."

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Ino was concentrating on the notes in his hand, so absorbed that he didn't notice someone coming over to his side. Only when a big hand patted his shoulder did he come back to his senses.

Turning around, I saw Skov's face with the Originium.

"You're reading here so early in the morning? You're really hardworking. Most operators haven't gotten up yet at this time. You can definitely rest for a while, otherwise your brain will be fuzzy if you don't get enough sleep."

"Uncle Skov, aren't you also very hardworking? You get up so early, and you are going to learn mechanical maintenance, so you should go to the factory." Ino looked at Skov's work clothes stained with engine oil. He put on this clothes early in the morning, and it was self-evident what he was going to do.

"Maybe, but I'm not very smart, so I have to work harder than others. I've forgotten a lot of what I learned yesterday, so I have to rush up early in the morning to recite it." Skov smiled and shook the thick leather notebook in his hand.

"Uncle, what do you think happened to Lord Claude and the others? Before I came here, I heard that the Ursus army would organize a revenge, and I'm really worried about their situation..."

"It's useless for us to worry about this here. We can only pray that we can finish the course as soon as possible and rush back to help. This is the only thing we can do now..." Skov lowered his head and flipped through his notebook. Although he was covered in gasoline, he washed his hands very cleanly and did not dirty the book. The thick leather cover had already left many signs of wear and tear.

Both of them fell silent for a moment and began to recite silently.

The sun slowly rose from the back of the mountain, penetrated the fog, and illuminated the entire deck. Yinuo's face was illuminated by the warm sunlight, which was a little dazzling, but more warm. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the terminal watch on his hand. It was time for him to go to class. He was about to stand up when Skov next to him suddenly called him.

"Hey, Ino, wait a minute, take this."

As she spoke, she handed him a box of food wrapped in plastic. It looked colorful and surprisingly appetizing.

"This was given to me by a little Sarkaz girl I met on the road. She heard that I didn't have breakfast, so she gave it to me, saying it was very nutritious. What a warm-hearted girl! There are so many kind people in this place! It just so happens that she gave me a little too much, so you can have some too."

"Thank you, uncle. I will definitely work hard." Ino also felt warm inside and felt better because of the kindness of a stranger. He took the lunch box and put it in his bag, preparing to eat it at noon. Then he waved goodbye to his companions and rushed to the laboratory of his teacher, Ms. Kal'tsit.

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At noon, Kal'tsit looked at the colorful lunch box in the white-haired boy's hand, and her eyes twitched slightly. But looking at Furong beside her, she opened her mouth but still said nothing: Anyway, it's not poisonous, it shouldn't be a problem to eat it, and it's indeed nutritious.

The Rise of the Reunion: Chapter 57: The Impending War

The residents of the town woke up early in the morning and found that the sky had suddenly darkened. When they looked up, they saw a spectacular sight that they would never see again in their lives. The tall land warship almost blocked out the sun, leaving the entire town in its shadow. The extremely wide tracks rolled over the animal shed outside the town, crushing the livestock inside into meat paste.

The owner of the animal shed looked at the mess with despair, but did not dare to make a sound, because they all knew what this warship represented. It represented the army of Ursus and the power of the Ursus Empire. No one dared to resist the empire, even if they had a different opinion.

A sharp alarm sounded, and the huge land-based warship started moving again. The wide tracks made the entire ground feel the violent vibration even if it was several hundred meters away. For the Ursus soldiers on it, they just replenished some supplies here and then left immediately.

But what they didn't know was that before they left, someone had already passed the message at full speed, and in just two days, it was placed on Claude's desk.

A pair of slender fingers were tapping on the paper, with the nails cut very short. But from the slow rhythm of the tapping, it can be seen that Claude was not worried about the news. He was just thinking, thinking at ease, thinking about how he should deal with this expected enemy.

Just outside this room, the entire camp was already busy. Freshly baked bread was wrapped and put into the soldiers' backpacks. The crossbow's firing mechanism, bow pieces, and bowstrings were carefully checked, and various melee weapons were carefully polished and rubbed with maintenance oil. Damaged armor was replaced as much as possible, and those that could not be replaced were repaired as much as possible.

The entire organization is like a machine. Once an order is given, it starts to operate in an orderly manner. Everyone becomes a gear, spring, lever, and even lubricant. The machine is now making a harsh roar, ready to grind anything at any time.

Cinderella pushed open Claude's door and found that he was still sitting at the table, thinking as usual. Even though they were facing a powerful opponent, he didn't show any negative emotions. It was as if these were trivial matters that were not worth mentioning.

A golden baked pie was handed to Claude. He took it and turned to look at Xinteleia. The girl's neat bangs covered her forehead, revealing her bright eyes. And now those beautiful light golden eyes were looking at him seriously. Claude took a bite of the pie. It was potato and meat stuffing, and it was easy to fill up your stomach.

"Do you have a definite plan? This time it's a regular land-based warship and two regiments of troops on it." Cintrea said as she rubbed the oil on her fingers on Claude's cloak calmly. Claude saw his companion's little move, but he didn't care at all.

"As for the plan, I do have one, but I have to fight like hell when the time comes. And not just any kind of fight." Claude finished the pie in two bites, then wiped his hands on his cloak. It was indeed very convenient, but he might need to wash it afterwards.

"I'm not afraid of fighting to the death, because this is our job. I'm just afraid that even if we fight to the death, we won't get anything done." Xintlia sat down at the table and looked down at the documents in front of Claude. Her long hair hung down on the table, revealing her slender neck.

"The chances of success are guaranteed. Since they went deep into the snowfield alone, we have already won half the battle. The remaining half depends on us."

Claude pointed his finger at a canyon on the map. This was the only way to get to the snowfield. The road conditions in other areas were completely beyond the capability of land ships to handle. So they would definitely pass through here, and the continuous intelligence in the past two days also confirmed his guess.

The powerful firepower of this war machine made it impossible for them to approach this behemoth on the plains, so they had to resort to other means. The only thing to be thankful for was that there were indeed many strong people in their organization, whether it was the Patriots or Tallulah, even Claude himself, if he could board the warship, there were ways to destroy it.

"Now, let's hunt this beast."

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Claude was marching in the jungle. The Kuranta tribe's strong leg strength allowed him to easily lie down on the snow. Behind him followed a team of crossbowmen and the 300 elite iron guards.

That's right. Claude trained the three hundred men as iron guards from the beginning, although they were still far from being the real iron guards of the legion. But any strong army is not created by training, but through the tempering and elimination of the battlefield. Just like putting sponge iron into a furnace to quench it, constantly forging out impurities to make it steel. An army must also go through this cruel tempering to become a truly strong army.

The battlefield was not far from the camp, and they soon arrived at the side of the canyon, which was covered with birch trees. Claude stood on a high place, using a telescope in his hand to observe the giant monster approaching from a distance. The huge war machine was already clearly visible, and its structure could be clearly seen, which meant that the enemy was not far away from them.

Taking out the walkie-talkie from his arms, Claude gave the order.

"Attention all squads, attention all squads, immediately withdraw from the front slope and go to the back slope to avoid the battleship's gunfire."

"learn."

"As ordered."

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Claude jumped down from the tree and made a gesture, and the army behind him immediately followed him and retreated from the woods on the front slope.

As expected, the warship stopped only a few hundred meters away from the canyon, and then the large and small source stone cannons on it aimed at the dense forests on both sides. The next moment, the overwhelming explosion plowed the birch forests on both sides.

The terrain was too dangerous. Any commander with a bit of common sense would have conducted a reconnaissance, or at least used firepower to determine if there were any ambushed enemies. Claude concluded that with the usual arrogance of the Ursus army, they would most likely use precious Originium shells to directly clear this obstacle.

Perhaps the enemy commander was still feeling smug at the moment, and wanted to wait until the artillery fire stopped so that he could see the bodies of the guerrillas ambushed in the woods, but he was doomed to be disappointed. Based on the intelligence he had acquired in advance, Claude had already made all the necessary preparations.

After the explosion is over, they will quietly return to the defense facilities dug in advance, wait for the battleship to completely enter the canyon, and then the Patriots will paralyze its tracks, and Tallulah will use her scorching heat to melt a gap in the battleship's armor, and then Claude will lead the Iron Guards to break through their defenses.

Because they were more than one era behind the other in terms of equipment level, there would definitely be a lot of casualties in this process, but Claude had been mentally prepared for this. There was basically nothing on this snowy plain that could compete with the land-based battleship in terms of mobility, and today they had to completely destroy or capture it at all costs in this most suitable battlefield.

The bombing of the battleship will take some time to end, and they waited quietly in the snow on the back slope. Claude looked at the soldiers with serious and anxious faces. They were obviously under great pressure in their hearts. After all, it was the first time they faced such a war machine, and everyone would feel pressure.

Claude recalled the first time he came into contact with a griffin. This process was actually very dangerous because of the griffin's bloodthirsty nature. Most injuries and even disabilities during domestication occurred during the first contact. At that time, he was just a new soldier who had never been on the battlefield, but as the son of the Grand Duke, he had to fulfill his responsibilities and face the ferocious griffin.

Although the griffin was only a tiny creature that had just hatched from an egg, and even the feathers on its neck had not grown yet, revealing its pink skin, it looked very ugly. But it still had sharp claws and a powerful beak with serrated teeth. Every year, many new recruits were still bitten by griffin cubs, and even became disabled.

The night before his first contact with Hart, Claude was also lying in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep, worried about what would happen the next day. His father was the Grand Duke of Colcos, the northernmost territory of the empire, and was famous for his bravery throughout the empire. If his son could not even tame a griffin, it would surely bring shame to the honor of their family.

At that time, I was so anxious that I was at a loss. I even turned on the magic crystal lamp at night and looked through my notes to review the various key points of contact with the griffin.

When it was time to gather the next day, Claude went with two dark circles under his eyes. He became more and more nervous when he saw the new recruits in front of him being bitten by griffins from time to time and being dragged out by the coach. Although this was only the first contact, there would be several more contacts in the future. If they were unsuccessful, they would be removed from the legion reserve, but he could not accept even one risk.

When it was his turn, he was unlucky because he was the largest griffin cub among all the same species. And it was also the most ferocious and aggressive one. When he saw a cub as strong as a tiger, he couldn't help but ask the instructor.

"Is this a cub?!!"

But this was also the beginning of his fate with Hart. After many twists and turns, he relied on his powerful strength to pin Hart to the ground. He stalemate with it for nearly an hour, until exhausted, Hart finally gave up the resistance and let him scratch his jaw.

He also proved his honor in front of others and proved that he was not an incompetent person who relied on his father.

At the beginning, he was just like these soldiers, facing huge challenges and inevitably became anxious. But this was a difficult hurdle that they had to overcome personally. Only by overcoming it could they become a truly powerful army.

The smell of gunpowder filled the air, and the birch forests on both sides of the canyon were completely destroyed, leaving only broken branches and leaves on the ground. Claude stood up and slammed the butt of his spear into the ground, attracting everyone's attention.

"Follow me, my soldiers! Let us go and capture that big fellow."

No one cheered, but everyone was visibly cheered up, and they silently followed the tall figure.

The Rise of the Integration Movement: Chapter 58 For the Chance of Victory

Under the thick smoke, the soldiers in white camouflage quickly entered the trenches dug in advance. They quietly waited for the huge war machine to drive into the canyon. Everyone was sweating, they didn't know whether the enemy commander would drive his vehicle into this dangerous place. Although this was a must-go place for the attack, if the enemy retreated, they would have worked so hard for so long, and a lot of resources would be wasted. No one wanted to see this happen.

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The general in a heavy coat looked at the canyon with his only eye. Although it looked very dangerous, he had absolute confidence in his vehicle. No matter what despicable means the rats in the shadows used, they could not knock down such a powerful war machine. He had absolute confidence in his girl and did not even bring his own army with him.

But just in case, he still consumed 1/5 of his ammunition here. Looking at the two birch forests that were razed to the ground, there was absolutely no way anyone was still alive inside, so he was relieved and gave the order to move forward. The huge source stone energy engine output surging energy, driving the huge warship into the canyon. Crushing the stones and mounds on the road, leaving a flat and wide road behind.

The Ursus soldiers who were on high alert did not let down their guard easily. They still aimed their Originium cannons at the places where the enemy might appear. Even if they disdained the enemy this time, the basic qualities of being excellent soldiers also made them alert to this dangerous terrain.

The wide tracks slowly drove into the canyon. The soldiers, whose nerves were still tense, did not suffer any attacks, which made them relax their vigilance a little until a scream came from the bow of the ship.

The one-eyed general frowned, and soon a soldier came to report the situation to him.

"General! There's a group of soldiers standing in our path!"

The general was very surprised by this news. Someone dared to stand in the direction of the landship. What on earth did they want to do? He stretched out his hand, and the adjutant next to him handed him a telescope. He quickly adjusted the buttons on it, and soon he saw the group of soldiers in front of him.

Each of those soldiers wore extremely heavy armor and held a large shield in their hands. The most eye-catching one was the warrior in the front. Some Ursus soldiers might not recognize him, but the general was definitely not one of them. The general knew clearly the power of that existence. His achievements and reputation were at their peak during the time of the previous emperor, and at that time, the general was just an ordinary captain.

What made the general break out in a cold sweat was that he saw several tall, blood-red altars behind that being, emitting ominous power. He shouted out his orders almost at the top of his lungs.

"All the artillery fire! All the artillery fire! Destroy them, destroy them for me!!"

The soldiers immediately turned the direction of the Originium artillery upon hearing the order, but they were already a step too late. The Patriot raised his halberd high in the air, and an ominous dark red power lingered all over his body. This power gathered towards the halberd in his hand like a vortex, and turned into a huge dark red light in his hand.

A terrible pain surged through his body, which was enough to make any strong warrior unable to move, but for Bozhuocasti at this moment, it was still within his tolerance. He seemed to be able to clearly hear the growth of the Originium crystals in his body, and a strong fishy sweetness rose in his throat. All his strength went into this attack, including all the strength collected in the altar.

This attack would inevitably cause great damage to his body, but he did not hesitate at all. Such an opportunity was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him, and he was happy to take it. He ignored the increasingly severe pain and continued to grit his teeth to push forward his strength, squeezing out every bit of strength left in his body.

The boots fell heavily to the ground, and blood oozed out of them. The Patriot's whole body was breaking, all breaking because of this terrible, unprecedented force. He twisted his waist and finally threw the halberd in his hand fiercely. The surrounding air seemed to be sucked dry in an instant, bringing up a huge sound wave, and the snow on the ground was lifted up in an entire layer, revealing the dark frozen soil underneath. The whole canyon was wailing for his blow.

This terrible blow hit the track of the landship hard, making a fierce roar that made everyone's ears buzz, and raised a huge cloud of dust on the ground. The soldiers who were preparing to fire were shaken to the ground and hit their heads and bled.

When the dust settled, everyone saw that the ordinary halberd had completely torn the tracks apart, twisting the heavy and precise mechanical structure into a ball, unable to move anymore.

Bozhukasti could no longer stand steadily, and used the shield in his hand to support himself and did not fall to the ground. His armor and clothes were stained with blood. The shield guards hurriedly protected their leader, but after taking two breaths, he stood up tenaciously and reached out to take another halberd. Then he took the lead and moved closer to the landship that was completely unable to move.

At this time, Claude was running, launching his charge as usual. Looking at the Originium cannons that were about to recover, he pulled out his javelin from his waist. As he said, it was time to fight to the death. Behind him, countless soldiers were in dispersed formations, trying to reduce casualties as much as possible. Taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, they rushed towards the warship desperately. Every meter they advanced now would have cost dozens or hundreds of lives, but now they didn't have to pay any price.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and finally only the last 100 meters were left. Claude used all his strength to activate his Originium Skill. He had never used this skill like this before, and now he was squeezing out every bit of his mental strength, making the lightning on the spear in his hand linger and roar.

He could clearly feel the terrible power of the javelin, trying to break free from his control, but he firmly and even cruelly suppressed it, allowing it to accumulate more and more. Until the high-temperature current burned his hand nails red, and his skin and flesh smelled burnt, he calmly threw it out fiercely.

The golden lightning-filled spears drew a golden trail in the air, blowing up a gun muzzle and the operator. The continuous attacks destroyed the muzzles one by one. But the remaining dozens of muzzles on the entire landship finally reacted and began to launch a full-scale counterattack.

The fierce shelling fell into the charging soldiers, causing nearly ten people to be lifted into the air and turned into pieces of flesh and bones. Shattered internal organs and dirt fell down together. But no one hesitated, and everyone rushed forward desperately, because they knew that only by rushing to the front would they have a chance to survive. As the shells fell one after another, they paid heavy casualties in just the remaining 100 meters. Claude and Xinteleya relied on their strong running ability to get close to the landship first.

The two of them approached the broken tracks, relying on their strong jumping ability to quickly climb on them. Only when they climbed onto the tracks and really got close to the armor did Claude put down the person he was carrying.

That's right, this person is Tallulah. According to the prior plan, after the Patriot paralyzed the landspeeder, he would rely on Claude's powerful mobility to take Tallulah close to the opponent's ship and open a passage for the large force.

Without saying a word, red flames began to linger around Tallulah's body, causing the tracks under her feet to melt.

Claude continued to take out the remaining javelins, nailed them hard into the armor of the landship, then jumped up, stepped on the sturdy gun barrels, and rushed to the deck above. Their mission was to clear out all the gunners.

The chance to truly come close to victory is now in their hands.

The Rise of the Integration Movement: Chapter 59: Brutal Offensive and Defense

Tallulah looked at the thick steel armor in front of her. This thick armor was originally a powerful defense that any army would be afraid of, but now Draco's powerful blood was surging in her veins, giving her the power to challenge the opponent. The blade in her hand was emitting a high temperature that twisted the air. The violent and noble blood flowed in her body, causing her to create a terrible temperature around her body in a breath.

Simply thrusting the sword in his hand, the thick steel plate was easily cut through like butter. The cut revealed a dazzling white light, melting and flowing like a candle. Holding the hilt of the sword, he cut it horizontally to the side. Where the sword blade passed, the steel turned into molten iron and flowed on the ground like butter, and soon a tall hole was revealed.

In this scorching heat, Tallulah seemed to be isolated in another space, even the ends of her hair were not ignited.

Without any hesitation, the slender girl was the first to step into the space where molten iron was still flowing, like a lava hell. She attacked upwards from the bottom of the battleship. Behind her, the mages of the Snow Monster Squad used wind and snow to cool the molten iron. Then, heavily armored warriors lined up and poured in.

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Although the battleship's armor was not smooth and had joints on it, it was far from being suitable for climbing. There was no fulcrum at all, so Claude could only create his own fulcrum. The tip of the spear, surrounded by lightning, pierced into the gap in the armor under the powerful force. Relying on one spear after another, he could make a crude ladder on the smooth armor.

His long and powerful legs stepped on the spear shaft, bending the alloy shaft, and then he jumped upwards. When he was about to fall, he immediately inserted a new spear into the gap, repeating the process over and over again, climbing up the smooth surface quickly. A white figure stepped on the spear he left behind and followed him closely.

What a dangerous climb it was, they jumped on this smooth surface that was much taller than any building, and any mistake would result in them being crushed to pieces. But because of the huge noise made by their companions, no Ursus soldier noticed them.

At the moment when he was about to jump onto the deck, he suddenly grabbed the javelin and hung himself in the air. His companion did not raise any questions and silently stopped behind him. He reached out and grabbed some metal pipes above, and then a strong current rushed into them. A monitoring probe above them that was rotating left and right suddenly burst into a burst of small arcs, emitting black smoke and completely paralyzed.

"At least it shouldn't be discovered in the beginning."

His body fell downward, and then he used the good elasticity of the gun barrel and his strong arm strength to throw himself directly onto the deck.

The iron boots made a crisp sound when they stepped on the deck, and an Ursus gunner was nailed to the wall by a sharp arrow before he could react. The sound of bowstrings vibrating continued, and the few soldiers who still stayed on the deck were shot and killed continuously. No one was able to react and raise the alarm.

The petite white-haired girl jumped onto the railing lightly and stood firmly on it. The cold wind on the battlefield blew the corners of her clothes that were stained black by gunpowder, making her look as light and agile as a white dove. Claude looked at her, then nodded, and the two walked in different directions.

"Where is the captain's cabin?"

Claude looked as if he was talking to himself.

"...Go down from automatic door No. 2 and turn left for three blocks. You should be there. If this type of land battleship has not changed its structure..."

The immortal black snake said in Claude's mind with a hesitant tone.

Without paying any more attention to this guy, Claude suddenly pierced the wall with the spear in his hand, and when he pulled it out, it was covered with blood. He moved forward in the passage at a moderate speed. Relying on his keen hearing, he used the spear to pierce the wall from time to time and kill the enemies distributed in various cabins.

He turned left, and then turned left again. Suddenly, he was surrounded by chaotic footsteps. A group of Ursus soldiers in black clothes and armor rushed towards him from the passage. Even when running at a high speed, they maintained a tight formation. But in this narrow alley, their numerical advantage was doomed to fail.