Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

Kelsey asked.

"I really want to go back, but my current level is far from enough to really help everyone. I want to continue learning until I become a doctor as good as you, Teacher Kal'tsit."

The white-haired boy turned his head to look towards the north, then turned his head back and spoke to Kal'tsit with sincere eyes.

"Sasha and Eisen must be waiting for me to return. I want to become the best doctor, so I don't have to worry about them getting hurt on the battlefield anymore."

The Rise of the Integration Movement: Chapter 62: Mobile City

A warship as huge as a mountain range was sailing on the snowy plain, but in the captain's command room sat Claude, who was listening to the report of a black-haired blood demon girl. This was the assistant sent by Rhodes Island, or to be more precise, the assistant he requested from his allies.

In order to repair the battleship that was severely damaged in the battle, he sent a request to the Rhodes Island Company, which also owned a landship, hoping to hire their engineering team to repair the battleship. The Rhodes Island engineering team charged a high fee, but it was worth it. After three weeks of work, they successfully got the battleship sailing again.

In front of him was the leader of the engineering team, a blood demon girl named Kulushiel. Rhodes Island actually had two of the most notorious blood demons in the entire Terra continent. But they didn't look like the monsters who would kill people at any cost as rumored. Although the doctor Warfarin would do all kinds of weird things, she didn't really do anything that would anger the heavens and the people. When treating patients, she was a very reliable doctor.

The engineer in front of them, named Klushier, also had no bad habits. Her only hobby was to recommend various products to them, and she had no habit of forcing them to buy anything.

"Well, this is the current condition of the battleship. We have basically completed the repair of the tracks and external armor. Fortunately, its core engine has not been damaged. Otherwise, there would be no way for us to do anything."

The blood demon girl with long black hair wiped her forehead to wipe away the non-existent cold sweat. She really didn't expect that after only half a year, this previously unknown integration movement actually got a land battleship, and it was stolen from the Ursus army! !

At this time, Rhodes Island quickly raised the rating of their organization and sent its elite team of engineers when they asked for help.

"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Klushier. I am very satisfied with your work. It can be said that this battleship is as good as if it has never suffered any damage." Claude flipped through the report in his hand. Although he did not understand the technical indicators, he could still clearly know that the battleship had been repaired and had no problems.

"It's okay, it's okay. After all, we got so much money..." The black-haired blood demon girl smiled, revealing her fangs, and looked very happy.

"I will have my men arrange a room for you to rest. If you wish, we can send you back to Rhodes Island."

Delaud put down the report in his hand, supported his chin with his hand, and a questioning look appeared in his amber eyes.

"That's not necessary. We have a vehicle that can take us back very quickly. You still have a battle plan to execute, so we won't trouble you." Kluchil waved her hands and politely declined Claude's suggestion.

"Well, I wish you a safe journey."

"Thank you! Thank you. By the way, General, are you really not going to consider the engineering package I proposed? There are discounts if you buy it now!"

"...I will contact your company when there is a need. We don't have this need right now."

"Oh, okay, okay! This is my terminal number. General, if you are interested, please contact me anytime." Klushier smiled playfully.

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Finally, he sent the other person away. Claude stood up and felt a completely different world. Now he could clearly see the trajectory of a speck of dust. He could use his naked eyes to accurately distinguish that speck of dust among thousands of dust particles. He stretched out his finger and accurately clamped it with the tip of his fingernail, just like the most advanced medical instrument.

Just a month ago, Claude reached the third stage. This warship gave him an unexpected surprise. It was driven by a huge source stone engine. When it started, no one dared to approach its engine room because it was filled with high-density source stone energy, which was sealed in by thick isolation materials. An ordinary person would inevitably be infected with mineral sickness if he stayed in it for more than three minutes, unless he had resistance to source stone.

This environment was a natural advantage for Claude. Relying on the huge energy in the engine room, he successfully reached the third stage in just three weeks. This stage was also the stage where most extraordinary people in the empire stopped, because this stage strengthened the brain and nerves.

The human brain and nerve structure are so complex and complicated that they may be damaged if not carefully strengthened. Therefore, most of the empire's soldiers will stop at the second stage, which is also the dividing line between the real elite and ordinary soldiers. Only those who can precisely control their mental power will impact the third stage.

Claude, who had experienced it once before, was of course very familiar with it, and reached the third stage naturally. At this stage, the way he observed the outside world was no longer just with his naked eyes. An invisible field would be formed within a dozen meters around him, and everything in this field would be presented in his mind in a peculiar way. He could not describe it specifically, but he knew the condition of everything in this range.

The strengthened nerves made his already swift reaction speed even higher. If he could previously pluck off a fly's wings with a sword, now he could use it to perform surgery on it.

Moreover, now he only needs to sleep three hours a day to stay energetic for the whole day, which greatly increases the time for handling affairs. Even now, he can have two hours a day to practice his martial arts.

Not to mention the benefits of quicker thinking and greatly enhanced learning ability, the gap between the second level and the third level can only be described as a world of difference.

After pushing open the door of the command room and walking through a long cabin, Claude walked onto the deck. The blizzard that hit him made him tighten his cloak. The soldiers on the deck saluted their general one after another, and then stood firm at their posts. They all wore thick black coats that were captured from Ursus soldiers.

Nodding to the soldiers around him, he walked towards the bow, where there was a tall observation tower. As he stepped on the stairs of the observation tower, he felt the presence of someone above him. He took two more steps up and climbed to the top of the tower. Sure enough, it was Tallulah who was there.

Turning around, she saw that it was Claude coming up, and Tallulah greeted him with a smile.

"Teacher Claude, are you coming up to see the situation as well?"

"You can just call me Claude instead of teacher." Claude scratched his cheek awkwardly. Ever since the conversation that day, Tallulah started calling him teacher for some reason.

"Of course, Claude. But in my heart, you are my teacher." Tallulah said, handing a telescope to Claude.

Claude took the telescope and then asked.

"Are we almost there? The rumored moving city."

"We should be there soon. According to our coordinates, we'll be there in half a day at most." Tallulah whispered beside Claude.

"I hope that city can still operate..." Having said that, Claude actually didn't hold much hope. After all, that city had been operating for too long and had exceeded its service life. But it was still a hope for them.

The Rise of the Integration Movement: Chapter 63 What a pity

A mobile city, this is the news that Claude and his friends got. Although it is a mobile city that has been used for many years and is close to being scrapped, it still has great value to them. The news was brought by another group of infected people who claimed to be from the Curled Ear Village, which is also a remote place in the tundra.

There were quite a few of them, though they were all a mob with poor equipment. They did not seek out Claude to join the Reunion Movement, but to provide information about the mobile city, hoping to capture the city together and share the resources. According to their intelligence, there was an Ursus army on the abandoned mobile city, and their strength was not enough to capture the city.

But in Claude's opinion, these people obviously had other intentions. However, there were very few infected people who dared to resist, so he accepted their proposal and regarded it as an external publicity.

And now those people are on this battleship, following them to attack the mobile city.

The energy furnace on the battleship billowed with thick smoke, dyeing the falling snowflakes black. In this observation tower, only the voices of Claude and Tallulah were heard, and everyone else stayed in the cabin. Claude found a place to sit down. Because it was close to the energy furnace, it was not cold, and even the floor was warm. In such cold weather, being in an enclosed warm place made people feel very comfortable.

Talu pulled up her skirt and sat next to Claude. She had a short black cape on her shoulders with gorgeous tassel decorations. She also looked like a general.

"Before I met you, I never dared to imagine that we could achieve this." Tallulah couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the huge battleship beneath her.

"My best hope before this was to occupy a few towns and awaken more infected people before being wiped out by the Empire."

Claude tightened his cloak and wrapped himself tightly. He liked this cloak more and more now, especially on cold blizzard days.

"In my opinion, you have the power to do these things. It's just that you haven't found the right path, so it seems out of reach."

"Just like when we captured this battleship, you have such great strength, Tallulah. I couldn't have penetrated such thick armor in such a short time. Our victory is thanks to you."

"No, in the final analysis, it is all thanks to your plan, Claude. If we were to encounter a land-based battleship alone, I can't think of any other way except to fight to the death. If it weren't for your plan, we wouldn't have any heavy weapons, and Mr. Patriot and I wouldn't be able to fight against such a battleship. We would have been wiped out thousands of meters away."

Tallulah leaned against the wall. She could even feel the vibration caused by the roar of the Originium engine coming from behind her.

"But my plan is very risky. If we fail to achieve any one goal, we will lose everything. Without your help, this plan will be nothing."

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The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time, feeling amused at their own and their companions' modesty. At this point, they had already shared honor and disgrace, so saying such things seemed alien.

“Speaking of which, Tallulah, do you use that sword often? Isn’t it inconvenient to hang it on your waist?”

Claude quickly found a new topic. He looked at the obviously too long sword on Tallulah's waist. Such a long sword should be carried on the back. If it is hung on the waist, it will always bump into something on the ground, causing inconvenience. However, Tallulah has always hung this nearly 1 meter long sword on her waist.

Hearing Claude's words, Tallulah glanced at the sword in her hand. In order to sit down, she had to take off the sword, otherwise it would be extremely awkward.

"I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, Claude. Actually, my swordsmanship is just average. I mainly rely on Draco's natural fire source stone skills to fight. I use this sword as a staff most of the time, so it's more convenient to put it on my waist."

Tallulah smiled and pulled out her sword, showing Claude the Originium Skill Unit on it. There wasn't much wear and tear on the sword, and it was obvious that its main function was not to kill the enemy.

Claude looked at the big sword and suddenly something happened to him.

"Tallulah, I can teach you my swordsmanship. We will face more battles in the future, and it is always good to learn more. What do you think?"

"Really? But aren't the fighting skills of Knight Casimir secret? Is it really okay to just leave it to me?"

Tallulah looked a little surprised, and it was obvious that she was willing to learn Claude's swordsmanship. The other party was famous for his bravery throughout the Reunion Movement, and except for Mr. Patriot, there was almost no one who could compete with him in martial arts.

"Of course there is no problem. When facing a strong enemy, there is an opportunity to enhance one's own combat power, but one does not do it. Anyone who still abides by such a rule must be a fool."

Claude stood up and looked at Tallulah.

"This is a rare opportunity. Here is a suitable venue. Draw your sword, Tallulah."

As he spoke, the long sword at his waist was drawn out, and then flowed like mercury, turning into a weapon of the same structure as the greatsword in Tara's hand.

"At this time? We are almost at our destination."

Tallulah raised her sword hesitantly.

"It doesn't matter. You can never have too much time to practice your martial arts."

Claude untied the straps on his shoulders and chest and took off the heavy cloak so that it would not affect his movements.

"Then, attack me, Tallulah. Let me see your moves."

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The sharp sword chopped down on the enemy's head, with the momentum to cut it in two, but it was easily deflected, and the enemy's counterattack hit the weakest point.

The greatsword that deflected the attack drew a short arc with the flexible rotation of the wrist, and then stopped in front of the forehead of the Drake girl. Claude took back his greatsword, danced a sword flower with one hand, and stood on the ground.

"You can be faster and your wrist needs to be more flexible. Two-handed weapons are much faster than one-handed weapons because they have greater control and power. Your attack movements are a bit too reckless. Also, pay attention to your steps and don't focus all your attention on me."

Claude said, raising the sword in his hand again.

"I'll be the one to attack this time. Watch carefully."

Tallulah, breathing heavily, also raised the sword in her hand and looked at Claude intently.

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The greatsword was swung quickly, hitting Claude's sword again and again, and Claude took every blow steadily.

"Very good, that's it! Make use of your weapon and physical strengths. Not only do you have powerful Originium skills, but you also have excellent physical fitness. It shouldn't be wasted like this."

Three hours later, Tallulah was panting and half-kneeling on the ground, using her sword to support herself. Sweat flowed from her smooth forehead to her delicate chin and then fell to the ground.

A hand was extended in front of her, and she took it and stood up.

"I will have free time after 3:00 every afternoon. If you have time, you can come to me." Claude handed her a handkerchief. It had been a long time since he had someone to compete with him, which made him feel good.

"Of course. I feel like I learned a lot just now." Tallulah wiped the sweat off her face and looked at Claude with a sincere smile.

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Clad walked down the watchtower briskly, but before he reached the deck, a voice came from the side.

"You've been with your new apprentice long enough."

"I knew it was you standing outside." Claude smiled helplessly, turned a corner, and found Cintrea leaning against the wall.

"Isn't it cold standing there?" Claude lifted the cloak from his arm and put it on Cintrea. He didn't wear it when he came down from the tower. Cintrea naturally grabbed the cloak and wrapped herself tightly.

"You are not just thinking about your new apprentice. I thought you didn't know that." Xinteleya shrank herself into her cloak, but the tone of the white-haired girl contained a hint of subtle emotion.

"How could I not know? I knew you were outside the watchtower from the beginning." Claude looked into the distance and could already see a dark shadow in the distance with his naked eyes.

"If you also want to learn how to use a sword, you can come to me and I will be happy to teach you."

Claude has a great passion for teaching others martial arts, and as long as his friends have this intention, he will teach them without reservation.

Cintrea tightened her cloak again. Claude's cloak was draped over her body and almost fell to the ground.

"Then let's not use that. I'll just use what I'm good at. I'm not used to using swords in the beginning."

Two people stood on the edge of the deck, looking at the huge shadow that was gradually approaching.

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There was an Ursus garrison on this dilapidated mobile city, but this garrison was unexpectedly weak. After discovering that the people on the approaching warships did not belong to the empire, this garrison immediately fled, without any intention of defending this mobile city for the Ursus Empire.

Although Claude could understand that a dilapidated city without any defense measures could not fight against the warships, he was deeply impressed by the army of Ursus before. He did not expect that the army here would abandon their defense zone without any resistance.

"This is not surprising. This city was originally included in Ursus's demolition plan three years ago, but for some reason it was occupied by this army. They no longer have the combat effectiveness and will to fight as they once did."

Tallulah explained Claude's confusion. This girl knew a lot about the Ursus Empire, especially the national decisions. They were now walking in this dilapidated city. Most of the high-rise buildings here had collapsed, and the remaining ones had no glass, which was completely impossible to block the wind, frost, rain and snow.

The only relatively intact house was occupied by the former garrison. The previous residents had long been driven out by them, and it was unknown whether they were dead or alive now. But it was unlikely that they could survive in this ruthless snowfield.

The garrison here left in a hurry, leaving behind most of the supplies, which was a pleasant surprise for them. With these supplies, they could last longer until the good crops they planted matured. In addition, there was still some energy left in this mobile city, enough for them to drive the city to the vicinity of the camp. At that time, they could renovate the buildings above and get much more comfortable living conditions than before.

The warship is docked next to the city and connected to the city exit. The soldiers are busy moving the supplies on it. This batch of supplies must be moved back first, and the city will follow behind.

"Well, sir, this is half of the supplies that belongs to you and you can take it away. If you are willing, we can send you back on a warship."

Claude said to the infected leader, who seemed very nervous.

"Of course! Of course, General, thank you very much for keeping your promise. But if possible, I hope you can agree to a small request for us..."

"You can tell me here."

"If possible, we hope that you, General, will allow us to stay on this mobile city."

"Why? This mobile city is going to be driven back to our camp. It's the same for you to stay on the battleship or here." Claude's eyes flashed sharply as he looked at the man in front of him.

"Ah, that's right. We have never seen a moving city in our lives, so we want to stay here and take a look."

There was no trace of strange expression on the man's face, and he said this calmly.

"Really? Of course. But I want to leave my Iron Guards here. After all, there may still be residual enemies here. I think you should understand."

"No problem at all."

The man, who wrapped himself up with only his eyes exposed, tried hard to keep his tone calm.