Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

"Of course you don't have to do that. You are my friends, not my subordinates."

Claude shook his head, loosened his clenched hands, and turned sideways to gesture slightly to the other party.

"It's time for lunch. Mr. Mainna, please come with us. By the way, where is Margaret? I went back to the Knight's Territory of Casimir. Old Martin and the others told me that Margaret went out traveling with you."

Hearing the young man addressing her niece in such an intimate way, Maena frowned slightly, but still answered him.

"Margaret is on another landship, the one that's a medical company called Rhodes Island."

"Then I will go and invite her. Mr. Maenna, please go ahead. My captain of the guard will lead the way for you."

Charles immediately stepped forward and gestured to Mainna to come in, while Claude picked up the silly golden-haired dog on the ground and walked towards Rhodes Island's landship.

Mainna suppressed the urge to follow and followed Charles to the dining area. After all, such behavior was too rude.

They should just be good friends. I am just too suspicious.

Maena thought so in her heart.

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"Shining, how's Lizzie doing?"

The tall and heroic female knight stood in the corridor of the medical department, attracting the attention of many operators. It is worth noting that many female operators were also secretly looking at this heroic woman.

The Sarkaz woman opposite her did not seem conspicuous at first glance because of her thick black robe, but a closer look would amaze you with her quiet and bright temperament, especially her well-developed figure, which showed a unique feminine charm under the thick black robe.

"I have done a comprehensive checkup on Liz. Her body is still very weak, and the erosion of the Originium is also worrying. But the most serious problem is Liz's psychological problem..."

Both of them fell silent. As companions who had traveled together for many years, they knew very well where Liz's psychological problems came from, and they also felt deeply powerless about this issue.

From any angle, this girl is more like a fragile doll, both physically and mentally, which makes them dare not use any radical treatment options and can only carefully maintain the status quo.

"There will always be a way. Liz is a strong child..." Shining's words sounded pale and powerless.

Boom, boom, boom!!

The newcomer used loud footsteps to alert them of his presence, making no effort to conceal his presence. This could not fail to attract their attention, so they raised their heads and looked to one side of the corridor.

A tall black knight wearing fitted black armor walked towards them. His polymer cloak was so clean that there was no trace of dust, and blood-red reflective decorative strips decorated the black clothes.

The knight was fully armed, whether it was the long sword hanging at his waist, the javelin on his back, or the large and small equipment bags and belts on his body, which made him ready for battle at all times.

But what attracted people's attention the most was his handsome appearance. His amber eyes seemed like polished gold, and one or two strands of his neatly combed black hair had escaped from their shackles and stood up from his temples. His long eyebrows were slightly raised because of the joy of his owner.

Margaret was in great surprise. She looked at the black knight quietly until he came over and stopped in front of them. Only then did she react.

"Claude?! How could you...!!"

"Don't you want to give a hug to your long-lost friend, Margaret?" Claude opened his arms with a wicked smile.

But the female knight in front of him didn't think it was a joke, she hesitated for a moment, then reached out and hugged Claude, their hard breastplates collided with each other, making a loud noise, Claude was a little surprised, but reacted and hugged her back.

"Okay, okay, it was just a joke. Nice to see you again, Margaret."

The two of them let go of each other, keeping a distance of three steps between them. Margaret's face was flushed. She was impulsive just now, and she hugged him as soon as she reacted.

The Shining next to him couldn't help but have the thought that maybe he should leave for a while.

"Claude, why are you here? I thought you were still in Ursus, and I was thinking of going to look for you after I return to Casimir this time."

"See that land-based battleship next to it? It belongs to our organization. I wanted to write to you about my situation, but I didn't know where to send it, so I had to give up."

Claude's words surprised Margaret for a long time. She was also curious about which organization the huge land battleship next to them belonged to, but Liz's condition was the most important, so she didn't pay too much attention to it.

But who could have thought that the priceless and most advanced land battleship actually belonged to her friend. Although she knew that Claude was not an ordinary person, she did not expect that he could achieve all this in just a few years.

"How about coming with me to the ship to take a look? By the way, let's talk about your situation in the past few years. And Miss, if it's convenient for you, please come with us. We will prepare a sumptuous dinner today."

"delicious!!"

A figure with big pointed ears suddenly jumped up from behind Claude and lay on top of him. Claude stretched his arms behind him and lifted the child in front of him.

"I almost forgot to introduce you. This is Ceobe."

Ceobe looked at the two strangers in front of her. After Miss Vulcan's long-term education, she already knew some basic common sense of life. She knew that this was the time to say hello.

"My name is Ceobe. You can call me Cebe. That's what everyone calls me."

"I'm Margaret Linguang, Miss Ceob, you can call me Margaret."

"Please call me Shining."

"I remember!!"

Ceobe always easily wins the favor of others. As soon as she said hello, the eyes of Margaret and Shining looked at her with a lot softer look.

"I have some cookies here, do you want some?"

The blonde female knight took out a pack of compressed biscuits from her backpack. For some reason, she always felt that giving food to the child was a good way to build a good relationship with her.

"Want to eat!"

Ceobe squatted aside and ate cookies obediently, and Miss Shining also declined Claude's invitation.

"Thank you very much for your kindness, Mr. Claude, but I have something very important to do here." Seeing her friend's hesitation, she turned to Margaret.

"Don't worry, Margaret. You should have a good relationship with Mr. Claude. I'll take care of Liz, so nothing will go wrong."

Hearing this, Margaret finally felt relieved and nodded to her friend.

"I'll be back soon."

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Food born in the ice and snow of Ursus always appears bold and passionate.

Large pieces of bone-in meat are carefully slow-roasted in the oven, and each piece of meat can easily fall off the bone. Pour the carefully cooked sauce on it and pair it with soft toasted bread, which is a delicacy that is worthy of anyone.

The borscht has been cooked long ago and is now heated with charcoal fire to keep it at the right temperature. After taking a sip, your whole body will warm up.

The meat and potatoes were boiled together to make them thick and soft, and they were put into plates and bowls with a large spoon. They were sent to each soldier to help them drive away the cold of the night.

Soldiers who were on guard were replaced by soldiers who had eaten enough, so that soldiers from every legion could eat fresh hot food. There was a warm and jubilant atmosphere on the entire land battleship. This atmosphere even attracted the operators of Rhodes Island next door. When they lay on the deck and looked around curiously, one drone after another would be delivered to them with steaming hot meat, and also loud invitations and blessings from the other side.

Hundreds of chefs are busy in the kitchen. This meal will take up half of their ingredients, but today is a holiday after all, and this is the order of their general, so no one will hesitate. In order to prepare such a meal, they have been busy from noon until now. Countless fresh meats and vegetables are sent into the oven and into the pot, turned into one delicious dish after another. After completing all the work, they will also join this lively banquet, but no one will relax now.

The Rise of the Integration Movement: Chapter 75: Glory Belongs to Us

Chernobyl is like any other Ursus city, famous for its developed heavy industry, with thick smoke from factories covering the sky. Heavy snow covers all the streets all year round, and after shoveling them away, you will see the same scene the next morning. Therefore, the walls of the houses here are very thick and the windows are very small.

All the buildings were iron grey or black, like clusters of tombstones standing on such a huge base. Military police in black stood on the roads and streets, looking at everyone passing by with suspicion. No infected person was allowed to enter the city, and they could only make a living in the complex sewers in the mobile city base.

The reason why those infected people can stay there is because the factories in this city continuously produce infected people. Because the proportion of infected people is so high, even the lawless Ursus military and police dare not send them all to the mines. In addition, the complex sewer system of the mobile city is too difficult to deal with, so they can only be driven to the sewers for placement.

The infected people there could not get any job opportunities, and no store in the city would open to them. The only way for them to survive was to steal, rob, and rummage through garbage... Coupled with the subtle propaganda of the Ursus Empire, over time, the infected people in this city have become something even more despicable than Originium worms. Even if a worker was working hard to support his family the day before, once he was infected, all his neighbors and friends would turn against him and rush to report him, as if he was another person before being infected, and after being infected, he became another strange and hateful thing.

The infected, the infected. What are they? In this country, they are no longer treated as human beings. They can only survive like maggots. But even in such a difficult situation, people still want to survive. After all, they have nothing else to do except survive.

Aleko was searching for anything edible in the trash cans on the street. He only had a tattered coat with patches on top of patches. The places that could not be repaired had to be left rotten. In order to keep warm, he tied all kinds of debris from the trash cans around his body. There were cardboard and plastic. He tied them in places that were leaky and would not affect his movements, which could bring a hint of warmth.

He put half a moldy fruit, which was still edible after cutting off the rotten part, into the woven bag. He also put a piece of dry bread with teeth marks on it, which looked like it had not gone bad, into the bag. He also put a feathered beast bone that had been sucked clean but still had a few drops of precious fat left in it...

He was so focused on searching that he forgot that this city was never safe for the infected.

It was not until a figure in black covered his body that he reacted. He dropped the things in his hands and tried to escape.

"boom!"

The stick hit him hard on the top of his head, knocking him to the ground. The blow was completely without mercy. His head was like a broken jar that had been kicked hard and was whimpering.

"Did your brain get knocked out?"

This thought flashed through his mind, and then he instinctively curled up to protect his vulnerable chest and abdomen. Sure enough, the next second, the hard sticks fell like raindrops, and specifically hit his vital points, hitting his skinny body, making a dull sound.

He did not utter a single cry for mercy or wail, because he knew that it was of no use and would only drain his energy. He could only curl up as best he could, protecting his vital parts with his hands and feet, waiting for the violence against him to be over.

The alley was filled with the sounds of bodies being beaten, bones breaking, and occasional groans of pain. Five or six minutes later, the military police officer was already sweating profusely. Finally, taking advantage of the other party's slight slackness, he kicked him hard in the stomach. Only then did he put away his baton with satisfaction.

He didn't want to care about rummaging through the garbage or anything like that. It wasn't his business. Everything that had just happened was just entertainment for him, to spice up his life.

He walked to the woven bag, looked at the pitiful food inside, sneered, raised his boots, and crushed the food inside. Only then did he walk out of the alley contentedly.

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Aleko was like a tattered sack, lying motionless in the alley, looking like he was dead. He didn't wake up from his coma until an Originium worm attracted by the smell of blood crawled next to him and started biting his fingers. He trembled and began to move his fingers, then his palms, and slowly turned himself over. The Originium worm saw that its prey was alive, and slowly retreated in disappointment. After all, it was used to eating rotten meat.

His condition was better than he thought. He only had two broken ribs and his internal organs were fine, but his head was dizzy. When he tried to use his hands to prop himself up from the ground, he realized that his left arm was broken and was limp from the forearm to the wrist.

He struggled to get up from the ground and leaned against the trash can. Luckily, his legs were not broken, so he could still walk. He walked to his woven bag, looked at the food inside that had been stepped on and was in a pulp, squatted down, and began to search through the mess.

Although the piece of dry bread was crushed into crumbs, it was still edible if gathered together, and the bone was fine... He tried his best to find some edible food. He didn't dare to stay here for long. He stood up shakily, climbed down from the manhole cover, and walked towards his home.

The distance was not short, and he was seriously injured, so it took him two or three hours, stopping and walking, to get there.

The sewer was filled with infected people, like a large gathering place. The infected people used all kinds of garbage to build shacks isolated from the ground. After all, the ground here was so damp, and there were always bugs and rats of all sizes. Seeing Aleko coming back, a few people greeted him, and he responded one by one, but each of them was covered in dust and had a layer of dark clouds on their faces, so gloomy and damp that it could not be washed away no matter how hard they scrubbed.

Back at his shack, he pushed open the door made of worn wooden boards and looked inside. His mother, who was only in her 30s but had white hair, was lying on a worn-out quilt that was shiny black from long-term use and was as hard as iron, providing little warmth when covered on her body.

He walked over to his mother, squatted down, and pushed her, trying to wake her up to eat something. He pushed her once, but she didn't move. He pushed her again, but she still didn't move.

He grabbed his mother's shoulders and laid her down flat, only then did he see her livid face. His heart trembled violently, and he almost lost his balance. He stretched out his hand and trembled to feel his mother's breathing, and then fell to the ground completely. His breathing was so rapid that bystanders almost thought his lungs were about to explode.

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After a long time, he calmed down strangely. He sat cross-legged on the ground, took out the bone from his arms, put it into his mouth and chewed it, sucking the remaining fat inside. He sucked so focused that he didn't notice a figure standing behind him.

"Your mother died, aren't you sad?"

Alyoko turned his head and saw a young woman in front of him who was well-equipped, wearing a cloak and a winter hat. Her red hair hung down from the hood and the mask covered her face, making it impossible to see her expression.

Alyoko turned back in fear, but did not dare to not answer the other party, so he could only speak timidly.

"I am very sad, miss. But there is still oil in this bone."

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Lyudmila gripped the sharp dagger in her hand even tighter, as if it was sinking into her fingers.

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"Margaret, you don't have to come with me. After all, this is a provocation to the Ursus Empire, and you shouldn't be involved."

Claude was trying to persuade his friend, but the fair face of the blonde female knight in front of him still had a determined look.

Looking at those golden eyes as bright as the sun, Claude was speechless for a moment. He could feel the firm determination in them.

"Don't worry, Claude. I am nominally an employee of Rhodes Island. I am going to Chernobog to meet the doctor, so there won't be any problems. Please let me lend a hand."

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"I am honored to have the help of a knight as good as you."

Claude saluted to the girl in front of him. To continue to refuse would be an insult to the determination of a knight, and all he should do now is to live up to the other party's determination.

Seeing Claude saluting her seriously, Margaret was a little flustered. His etiquette was so meticulous, and his elegance revealed rigor, just like a king expressing his gratitude to his knight. Margaret suddenly became serious, and she also returned the salute solemnly.

"You put your life in my hands, and I will not let you down. Come to my meeting room, you need to understand the battle plan."

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On the way to the meeting room, they kept encountering busy soldiers, each with their own work to do. They were carrying ammunition, cleaning their weapons and armor. Some captains shouted at the soldiers, asking them to check their equipment carefully and not make any mistakes before the real battle.

The artillerymen were checking the Originium artillery. They removed the parts one by one, wiped them with maintenance agent, and then installed them back to ensure that these artillery pieces could roar when needed and blow up the enemy's positions.

Some soldiers carried huge boxes and walked among the crossbowmen, distributing bundles of crossbow arrows to them. Also, potions were distributed to each soldier one by one to prevent them from getting infected more during the battle.

The Iron Guards still stood in front of the conference room in silence, because they rarely spoke when performing tasks. These Iron Guards had the reputation of "Iron Men" among the soldiers of the Reunion Movement. Every soldier of the Reunion Movement was proud to join the Iron Guards, but the Iron Guards were extremely strict in recruiting new recruits. They not only required new recruits to have extraordinary physical fitness and Originium skills, but also the most tenacious will and determination. Under the principle of "better to have less than enough" and extremely difficult trials, even after these years, the number of Iron Guards still did not exceed 1000.

Margaret looked at these well-trained soldiers. They showed an extreme order in their busyness. So many people worked together, but no one made a mistake. It was like the precise gears of a huge machine. Everyone completed their work in an orderly manner, driving the machine to operate, and the enemy targeted by the machine would inevitably be crushed by it.

The current situation is inseparable from Claude's contribution. After hearing about Claude's situation in the past few years from the soldiers of the Reunion Movement, Margaret even felt a little ashamed. This young man, who was the same age as her, had achieved achievements that she could not even imagine in such a short time. He rescued countless innocent people, united the wandering people, and defeated the attacks of the Ursus Empire again and again. He seemed to be born with a natural ability to fight wars. He could easily command these soldiers to win, and he could also turn them from ordinary infected people into elite and powerful armies.

So under some inexplicable emotions, Margaret asked Claude to help him attack Chernobog in Ursus, and what Claude was doing now was not the resistance to injustice and oppression that she had always pursued, so she immediately made up her mind and decided to join this glorious action.

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Claude stood at the bow of the landship, his cloak fluttering in the cold wind from high above. The cadres of the Reunion Movement stood behind him, silently waiting for his orders.

His soldiers were standing on the steel deck, forming neat formations one after another on the barren land. Officers and soldiers alike raised their heads and looked at him expectantly. Claude looked at his army, an army that had already grown in size.

"Each of us knows what we are going to do and what we want to do. This is the difference between us and the Ursus army. So even if we want to attack a mobile city, I will tell you here that they will definitely lose this war!!"

“What we have to do is the greatest and most correct thing: we have to resist the oppression and injustice of this world. Even if they are so powerful, we will still resist because we are living people, not beasts!! We have to save those exploited and oppressed people and save them from the atrocities of Ursus. Is there anything more glorious and worthwhile in this world?! ”

"We will save the slaves, the infected, the oppressed!! We will destroy the oppressors, the abusers, and those who really deserve to die!! So we will not be afraid, they are the ones who should be afraid!! We will not fail, they are the ones who should fail!!"

"Claude Eit!!... Claude Eit!! Claude Eit!,! Claude Eit!!" The soldiers shouted fanatically, and even the steel deck was shaking. They cheered their general's name enthusiastically, holding up the swords in their hands, and everything around them fell silent in their cheers.