Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

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Six hours later, the huge land cruiser issued a loud warning sound and began to move. The huge mobile city needed a day or two of warm-up before it could catch up.

Claude sat in his chair with his legs crossed and resting on the table, as if waiting for something.

The two guards who were left behind were standing in front of the office door, guarding it diligently, like a statue, motionless.

Tallulah sat opposite Claude, her face seemed anxious, as if she was waiting for something. Her boots were tapping the ground restlessly, and she would occasionally look up at Claude.

"Don't worry, Tallulah. What is going to happen will happen. There is no use in worrying." Claude had a smile on his face and looked extremely relaxed.

"No, I don't think so. Claude, your assumption is unreasonable. They can't do that with the power we have." Tallulah was a little anxious, but still expressed her thoughts firmly.

"Don't be anxious, wait patiently. When the sun sets today, we will know the result." Claude's fingers were tapping lightly on his armrest.

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The night completely covered the sky, and at this moment, Claude's terminal also vibrated.

Tallulah and Claude both stood up and opened the terminal, which contained a message.

"At 18:42, someone from their group tried to send the movement of our warships to the Ursus Army. I have subdued the other party. What should I do next?"

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Looking at the name of subordinate No. 1 displayed on the terminal, Tallulah fell completely silent.

Claude smiled, but there was a sharpness in his smile like a sword, and a majesty in his eyes that made people dare not look directly at him.

"It looks like I won, and... what a pity."

The Rise of the Reunion: Chapter 64: The Betrayer

On the morning of the next day, we approached the abandoned mobile city and encountered the battleship again. The huge black hull docked with the city's exit again.

The morning in Ursus was extremely cold. Breathing here seemed to freeze one's nose, but for these infected people, what was even colder than the morning was the sharp axes in the hands of the tall warriors in front of them. The axe blades were shining with cold light, and the hand would be stuck to the extremely cold steel as long as it pressed slightly. Now, there was frozen blood on the snow-white sharp weapons.

That was a warning to them. Just now, someone tried to escape before the warship arrived, and the heavily armored warriors killed them without hesitation and chopped off their heads. This warning was more effective than any words, and they dared not have any other thoughts. They could only stay in this square and wait for their fate.

When they had no intention of escaping or resisting, the soldiers did not abuse them, but gave them food and hot water to prevent them from freezing and starving to death. Most people did not know what was going on, why did the allies who were still on the same boat yesterday look so ferocious today?

They were filled with doubts and fears, gathered around several braziers, whispering about the current situation, but no one could explain what was going on. Their biggest worry now was that these people would execute them like the Ursus army, and they had seen this happen many times.

Until the huge warship returned again, all of them focused their attention on the warship, because they knew that the person who could decide their fate had come.

All the Iron Guards stood straight, their armors were covered with frost in the winter morning. Only the white mist coming out of the gaps in their helmets showed that they were living people, not machines made of steel. In this suffocating silence, a clear sound of footsteps rang out, the rhythm was neither fast nor slow, but it gave people a clear sense of presence.

The sound of footsteps continued, and each one hit their hearts like a heavy hammer, making their heartbeats faster and faster, and even breathing became difficult. Everyone stared at the foggy road.

The first thing that stepped out of the mist was a pair of iron boots, made of layers of precisely constructed armor plates. It was able to provide excellent protection while ensuring a certain degree of flexibility. Then came the figure wearing a heavy cloak, and his upturned winged helmet was highly recognizable. His body was as straight as a poplar tree, and every step he took was so precise that it could be measured with a ruler.

The tall figure stopped in front of them, and everyone stood up involuntarily. Then they lowered their heads in front of the sight that seemed to penetrate their helmets.

The Iron Guards saluted their general, and Claude waved his hand.

"Well, our time is limited, bring that gentleman out."

A sturdy iron guard took the order and left. His name was Charles, and he was Eisen's deputy.

Soon, the leader who had met Claude yesterday was picked up by Charles like a chicken and thrown to the ground. The hard ground made him unable to breathe for a while, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

Claude came to a piece of concrete rubble with snow on it, swept the snow off with his hands, and then sat on it through his cloak.

"I'm sure you all know this person."

As Claude finished speaking, the imprisoned infected people couldn't help but start talking, pointing at their leader who was lying on the ground.

"And he tried to leak our whereabouts to the Ursus Army last night."

As if they had pressed the mute button, everyone shut their mouths. Some of the infected people even started shaking out of fear.

"Don't be afraid, you are all innocent people, I won't do anything to you."

"But some people have to pay the price they deserve."

As the words fell, three more people were dragged out and stood together with their leader.

"I don't need to recount your crimes any more, and I hereby sentence you to death."

A few people knew their fate and immediately screamed for mercy. These sounds made the infected people feel very uncomfortable and their hair stood on end.

Claude spoke without a trace of emotion.

"I will not spare you. Sparing you would be an insult to my soldiers and an insult to all of us."

Claude waved his hand slightly, and Charles drew out his battle axe and chopped off their heads one by one. A large amount of blood flowed out of the neck cavity of the corpse and flowed on the ground for a minute or two before turning into bloody ice. The heat emitted by the fresh blood formed a mist in the air.

The corpses under his feet were still twitching, and Claude turned to look at the infected people who were gasping for breath.

"You now have two choices. One is to stay in the mobile city. When we drive the city back to the camp, you can take your share of the supplies back with you."

After a brief pause, Claude continued.

"Another option is to join us. You will no longer be troubled by hunger and cold, and you will no longer have to worry about the Ursus patrol team destroying your family."

"Well, make your choice. Anyone who wants to join can come to us on the ship at any time. We will stay until tomorrow morning."

After saying this, the iron guards made way and no longer imprisoned them here.

The infected people still did not dare to act on their own until five minutes later, when a man tentatively walked past the Iron Guards but was not attacked, so everyone dispersed.

Claude stood up and waved his hand, leaving only a small team of combat personnel and the personnel necessary to operate the mobile city, and the others returned to the battleship.

The first moment he stepped onto the deck, Claude saw Tallulah, who had been waiting for him. Seeing the complicated expression on her face, Claude smiled and motioned for her to follow him.

This was the bet between him and Tallulah. If he won, Tallulah would not be able to make any comments on the treatment of those people. So just now he dealt with those traitors by himself.

Arriving at the command room, where the heating on a warship was always as warm as spring all year round, the two of them naturally sat on the only two seats.

"Are you still confused, Tallulah?"

The Drake girl bit her lower lip.

"Yes, Claude, I'm still confused, why would they do this?"

"Because this is human nature. Human nature cannot stand the test. Sometimes a little temptation can make a person commit a serious crime. Especially in times of scarcity, many people will become pure beasts. What we have to do is to feed them while regulating their behavior and punishing those who commit crimes, so that more people can become good people. Only in this way can kind people live better. So don't worry about it, Tallulah."

A glass of orange-yellow wine was pushed in front of Tallulah.

"I should drink some wine. I'll feel more relaxed after taking a sip."

Talula reached out and picked up the glass. They rarely had the chance to drink alcohol in the snowy plains, and alcohol was a precious commodity here. So Talula had hardly ever drunk alcohol.

The cold liquid flowed into her throat in one breath. She didn't feel any irritation, but a sweet fragrance. Just as Tallulah was about to say something, a fire rose from her stomach. She couldn't help coughing. After a while, she felt dizzy. At the same time, she felt hot all over, even the tips of her ears were hot. After a while, she fell asleep on the table in a daze.

"Why are you drinking so quickly? This is strong liquor."

Claude stood up, took off his cloak, and put it on Tallulah. There was still a lot of work to be done, so let her have a good rest.

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"How many people came in total?"

Hearing Claude's question, Charles spoke up.

"From yesterday to today, a total of 132 people have arrived. There are still 23 people left to be seen."

Claude pursed his lips. People are very realistic. They fled yesterday because of fear, but after calming down, they can think clearly about the interests involved. So he was not surprised by the choices made by those infected people.

"Wait a little longer, and then the battleship and the mobile city will set off together."

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The warships that returned to the camp were warmly welcomed, especially the huge mobile city behind them. Although it looked shabby, it was the first time for many people to see a mobile city. Many people ran up to visit and were reluctant to come down for a long time.

"You did a great job. That's how you deal with traitors."

After listening to Claude's story, Bozhukasti agreed with his actions. He even felt that Claude had not done enough. In his opinion, all the remaining infected people should be dealt with because they were no longer trustworthy.

The Patriot's throat was a little hoarse due to the influence of mineralogy, but with the medical support from Rhodes Island, his condition did not deteriorate further, and he was still able to speak fluently.

But in Claude's view, the solution proposed by the patriots was only from a soldier's perspective, and as a leader, he had to consider the adverse effects that executing them would cause.

Looking at the huge mobile city, after careful inspection by Rhodes Island engineers, the Originium engine inside was almost scrapped. It can even be said that it was a miracle that such a big guy could be driven here.

That’s right, the engineering team from Rhodes Island hasn’t had time to go back yet. I don’t know what they are doing during the few days they have been delayed here, but it’s a good opportunity to entrust them with making some repairs to the Originium Engine.

The cost of this repair, combined with the cost of the last repair, completely used up all the spare funds of the Integration Movement.

Claude looked at the glaring red words on the account book that Alina had sorted out and fell into deep thought... They were out of money again.

The Rise of the Integration Movement: Chapter 65: Reunion after a long separation

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was already the year 1096. The international students in Rhodes Island had completed their studies and were ready to return. The patients being treated there were also in a basically stable condition, with no possibility of further deterioration. Claude thought for a moment and decided to pick them up. After all, there were very few things that required him to make decisions now, and the Reunion Movement was entering a period of stable development.

The 100 sets of mining equipment ordered from Rhodes Island have been delivered. These equipments are extremely sophisticated and can provide users with quite complete protection and greatly improve the efficiency of mining. Of course, the price is also very good. With them, the large and small mines on the snowfield finally started to operate, and a steady stream of source stones were excavated and processed. As for sales, qualified source stone products never have to worry about sales. There are many merchants in Casimir next door who are interested in this. As long as they can send it across the border, the other side will take as much as they can.

The workers who mined the Originium mines were the best treated in the Integration Movement. They not only had the highest wages, but also the most vacations. This was Claude's compensation for them doing this dangerous work.

The integration movement also had a stable income. They no longer had to rely on the money they had robbed to keep the organization running. With the money, they could continuously purchase sophisticated weapons and armor from Casimir. After all, in this world where mobile cities existed, there were no very accurate borders. Basically, they were based on the range of activities of the mobile cities, which was very vague and difficult to determine. This provided the possibility for their actions.

Moreover, Claude has set up a strict training system and military regulations for the army. Now he doesn't have to take care of many trivial matters. Basically, his subordinates can do it. In general, the integration movement is in a period of rapid development. Under a fair and reasonable system, Claude rarely has things to deal with, so he can spare time.

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Claude woke up quickly in the morning, folded his bedding, put on his clothes, put his feet into his black boots, zipped up the side, and fastened the Velcro.

After washing up, he put on his armor, adjusted the belts of the armor to keep them at the right tightness, and finally put on the heavy cloak. This is what Claude has been wearing over the years, and it has basically not changed.

He reached out and grabbed the helmet on the table, and hung it on the iron hook at his waist. All the necessary luggage had been packed yesterday, and all he had to do was set off today.

When he arrived at the cafeteria, people kept greeting Claude. The soldiers saluted respectfully, and he nodded in response. He took his bowl to the window, and the chubby Ursus chef took his bowl and used a spoon to beat the meat into it vigorously until it could not fit and was about to overflow.

So he took a bowl of stewed radish with almost no radish in it and sat down near the window. But he didn't rush to eat, but waited for a while. Then, as he expected, the slender figure of Xinteleya also came to his side.

"People who don't know would think that today's breakfast only has meat, our general."

Xinteleya raised her eyebrows in a playful manner and put her bowl on the table. She added a lot of soup and a piece of bread to her bowl.

"I am honored by everyone's love for me. This is the honor of the commander." Claude picked up the spoon, scooped up a piece of steaming stew from the bowl, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

"Are you all ready? We have to go and come back quickly this time."

Even though he was chewing stew, Claude spoke clearly. I don't know how he did it.

"I'm ready. I'm almost used to following you around."

Xinteleya soaked the dry bread in the broth and then mashed it up. She liked this way of eating. And this always gave Claude a visual sense of mutton soup steamed bun.

"We are now a wealthy family. Since the harvest, our food is no longer in short supply. After the military expansion, we now have nearly 1 troops. Although many of them are untrained recruits, they may become qualified soldiers when we return."

Claude ate while talking, and talking did not affect his eating speed at all, and his speech was clear and fluent.

"We are lucky. The 4th Army of Ursus has not attacked us. Maybe they think it is not worthwhile to come so far to fight us. But I guess this situation will not last long. I still want us to have a proper mobile city. Even if we are defeated by then, we can transfer everyone away."

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After eating and drinking, they got on a brand new off-road armored vehicle, which was specially equipped for field personnel. Not only did it have a more powerful source stone engine, but it also had thick armor and wide tires that could ensure it could travel on any terrain. It also had a spacious interior space that could hold all kinds of cargo.

That land battleship was too big a target, especially since it was an Ursus land battleship. Crossing the border rashly might cause international disputes, so they took this car this time, and the spacious space inside could bring everyone back.

Put all the weapons and other luggage into the trunk, which is wide enough for one person to lie down and sleep. There are also nylon straps to tie up the luggage to prevent damage due to bumps.

Because it was just a quick trip, he stopped others from seeing him off. He sat in the driver's seat, feeling the comfortable touch of the leather seat. This off-road vehicle was also equipped with a high-power radio on the dashboard, which could handle various emergencies.

Slowly turning the power valve, the vehicle's powerful engine began to hum. After his companions were seated, Claude started the vehicle and drove out of the camp.

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The financial situation of Rhodes Island is getting worse and worse, which is something Yelena knows. Although they have reached a cooperation with the Integration Movement and earned a lot of funds from the Integration Movement, overall, they have a certain loss every year, and the development of the organization is not satisfactory.

After the treatment in Rhodes Island, her oripathy was effectively suppressed. After her strong request, Claude and the doctors here finally agreed to let her go back. If she stayed here any longer, she was afraid that she would really turn from a warrior into a patient. Although she made many friends in Rhodes Island, she still missed the Patriots of the Reunion Movement and Claude and others.

She met a very cute and interesting child here, who gave her candy. Even though it was so spicy, she told herself after eating it.

"Not bad. (°`°〃)"

And she actually wanted one, and the other party also knew Claude. According to her, it was Claude who sent her to Rhodes Island for treatment. That guy always looked like a goody-goody, and he would intervene in everything he encountered, otherwise he would not have joined the Reunion Movement.

In a few days, the car to pick them up will arrive. Thinking of this, the strong heart of the Carters girl couldn't help but look forward to it.

The Rise of the Reunion: Chapter 66 Arrival at Rhodes Island

The wind rushing in through the car windows brought a huge noise, forcing the people inside to speak loudly in order to be heard. With the accelerator pressed to the bottom, the heavy armored vehicle moved forward across the vast wasteland, raising a large amount of dust behind the vehicle and leaving an obvious track.

But because of their extremely fast speed, they could not eat the soil. Only the hot air kept hitting their faces, trying to take away every bit of moisture. The sweat just flowed down and was immediately blown dry. The sky was cloudless, and only the huge sun was showing its presence.

Xinteleya's neatly trimmed white bangs were stuck together because of the sweat oozing from her forehead. The white-haired girl was now lying weakly on the dashboard of the co-pilot seat. The special glass of this armored vehicle blocked the scorching sun, but the temperature in the car was still very high.