Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

The Patriot looked at him, as if he wanted to say something, but kept his mouth shut. Together they walked out of the ruins and found Tallulah, who was unconscious outside.

Claude carefully checked and breathed a sigh of relief. There was nothing wrong with Tallulah's vital signs, even her body temperature was normal, but her face was unexpectedly pale, and he didn't know why. Without wasting any time, he stretched his hand through Tallulah's knees, put his other hand around her shoulders, and picked her up.

In order to deal with this difficult enemy, they have already made every possible effort. Ordinary soldiers are useless against the inner guards, and will only waste their lives. Even if they finally separate this area from the main body, they dare not guarantee whether the terrible country will continue to spread.

Although the loss was minimized, Claude was still worried. He didn't have time to talk to the patriots. He immediately ran wildly on the street. He didn't look for a vehicle because there was no vehicle in the city that could run faster than him. The Rhodes Island medical team was still staying in the city. They had advanced medical technology and should be able to solve Tallulah's problem. After all, he had made full preparations before.

After all, even if that amulet was placed in his previous world, it would be at the level of a rune master.

The Rise of the Integration Movement: Chapter 83: Cold Rain

The camp of Rhodes Island was next to the core city, where they treated patients. The relevant person in charge of the integration movement allocated a hospital to them as a temporary treatment center. Even in the middle of the night, the lights were still on. Basically, all the wounded in this war were sent here, including the Ursus military and police.

An Ursus military policeman whose wrist was cut off was cleaning the wound, and next to him stood a Reunion soldier who was watching eagerly. As the saline solution was used to clean the wound, the dust and debris were washed away, revealing red flesh, yellow fat, and white bones.

It was impossible to reattach his arm here, so we could only clean the wound and bandage it. But at least he wouldn't die from infection. The stimulation of the medicine made the muscles on his face twitch constantly, but his broken arm didn't move. The doctor was very fast, and after applying the medicine, he bandaged it up.

After the treatment was completed, he was escorted by fully armed soldiers and sent to an open space outside, where many Ursus military and police who had completed treatment were already waiting.

The expressions on the faces of these soldiers and police were very surprised, and they couldn't help whispering to each other. When they were defeated, they felt that they were finished, and at least they would have to work as coolies for the rest of their lives. In Ursus, this was obvious common sense. The Empire would not show mercy to the rebels, and the rebels would not treat them any favors. In this cold and cruel country, any loser would only have one way to go, death.

But apart from their daily labor, they had not been particularly ill-treated. Now, they could actually get medical treatment. They had never heard of precious medicines and bandages being wasted on the enemy, and this was beyond their common sense and made them very uneasy.

What exactly did these shameful traitors want to do to them? They believed from the bottom of their hearts that these traitors were treating them now because there must be a more terrible conspiracy behind it. Several soldiers and police officers exchanged glances with each other, and they slowly gathered together.

Fear and anxiety spread among them, causing them to have some different thoughts in their hearts. But no one would be foolish enough to act rashly. They did not have any weapons, and even if they succeeded in rushing out, they would not be able to escape from the city. It was just a kind of self-comfort protection for them psychologically.

The mobile city has been running for 10 consecutive days. Standing on the ground, one can feel slight vibrations, which are the vibrations transmitted by the wide tracks rolling over the wasteland covered with gravel. The city is leaving the land of Ursus, and the clouds in the sky are retreating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon, the wound of the last military police officer was bandaged, and those with other diseases were given some medicine. The soldiers of the integration movement gathered them together, and since they were soldiers, they lined up skillfully and prepared to leave.

There was a sudden commotion on the street, and the soldiers began to clear the road, forcing the traffic on the street to make way for a passage. For a while, shouts, vehicle horns, and engine sounds were heard. With the close and effective cooperation of the soldiers, a passage was quickly cleared, and they stood guard on both sides of the passage, preventing anyone from approaching.

Doctors were talking in the hospital, and a stretcher was brought out, accompanied by Dr. Kelsey and her medical team. The military and police were ordered to gather to the side and clear the road in front. This scene made them very curious. Who was coming?

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It was raining heavily, washing the roads in the city. The air was fresh with a little bit of impurity when it rained. For people in the rain, it was a disaster, but for people with shelter, it was a view worth appreciating.

Especially when you have friends around you and enjoy delicious food together, it is the most pleasant thing.

The ramen soup was covered with a layer of red oil, dotted with chopped green onions and coriander, and covered with a poached egg, which was steaming hot. I borrowed a towel from the boss, dried my wet hair, and then sat happily at the table to enjoy the delicious food.

The source stone stove under the table gave off warm heat, driving away the cold and moisture from the body. The ramen had a rich spicy flavor, and the eater was sweating. The spiciness was a bit too much for her, so she had a runny nose. While she was sniffing, a napkin was handed to her from the opposite side.

He looked up and saw the little blue-haired dragon girl opposite him smiling brightly. Her eyes were as red as blood and sparkling like the finest gems.

Without hesitation, she took the napkin and began to blow her nose vigorously, throwing the napkin into the trash can. Her nose had already turned red. When she looked up, she found that the girl opposite her was also crying because of the spiciness. They specifically asked the boss to add more chili to get some warmth, but now it seems a bit too hasty.

She also pulled out a napkin and handed it to the other person. The two of them looked at each other's embarrassed appearance and couldn't help laughing.

“Hahahahahahahaha!!…”

“Hahahahaha!!…”

Neither of them knew what they were laughing at, but they couldn't help laughing when they saw each other. They couldn't even eat and started laughing while holding their stomachs.

The boss who was wiping the counter nearby shook his head and smiled gently when he saw this scene.

"If you don't eat quickly, the noodles will get clumpy."

"Got it, ha! Boss, got it. Haha!!"

The two little girls answered breathlessly. They laughed carefree, as if there was nothing in the world for them to worry about, and no responsibilities for them to bear. In this small noodle shop, they laughed so happily for inexplicable reasons. Maybe they didn't need any reason, because they were happy naturally when they were with each other.

The fierce wind suddenly rang in her ears, and she couldn't help wondering: How could there be such a strong wind in this small restaurant with the doors and windows closed? She even felt the wind blowing on her cheeks. She reached out to touch her face, but she felt the leather, and she was obviously not wearing gloves.

She looked up at her companion, hoping that he would answer her doubts. But there was no blue-haired girl on the other side, but she could clearly feel the raindrops hitting her body. She looked up at the person holding her hand. This was her most hated enemy, the black snake of Ursus, Duke Koschei, the middle-aged man with a gloomy face, looking down at her.

There were pattering raindrops all around them, and they were standing on a huge ruin. Tallulah's heart trembled, and she suddenly remembered where she was, so she turned back subconsciously.

She saw her best friend, crying her heart out in the rain, while a dragon man held her hand tightly, preventing her from breaking free from his restraints. Dozens of guards in black straw raincoats surrounded them. Tallulah couldn't hear what she was shouting, but she also wanted to break free from the restraints in her hands, but found that her body was motionless.

"Okay, let's go."

Phidiya men speak to themselves, or give orders.

Feeling the pull from her hands, she obediently lifted her feet and left here, letting the crying and shouting behind her catch up with her back. Before she knew it, she was already in tears.

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I suddenly raised my hand, but what came into my eyes was not the rain of that day.

The water stains on her face gave her a damp and cold feeling. In her eyes, she saw the sharp jawline of the young man. The night wind blew his hair, and the black hair touched his fair and smooth face. His strong and sharp eyebrows contained a trace of sadness at this moment, so faint, but so obvious.

The light from the street lamp kept flashing across his face, causing him to alternate between light and darkness. It was then that Tallulah realized that she was lying in the other person's arms, while the other person was running fast on the road.

The hard and cold armor was not comfortable, but Tallulah felt inexplicably at ease at the moment. She stared at the man's profile without blinking, as if possessed. She stared at his face so fascinatedly, looking for a trace of sadness between his brows.

Why is he so sad? Who is he mourning for? Who is it? I really... envy that person.

The Rise of the Reunion Movement: Chapter 84: Temporary Rest after Victory

A whole sheep is skinned, eviscerated, and its head is chopped off and tied to a steel frame. A cut is made in the meaty parts with a knife, and then a sauce made with onions, cumin and other ingredients is spread on the meat in a thick layer, allowing it to seep into the fibers of the meat, giving each strand of meat a unique and delicious flavor.

After a while, the marinating is done. Scrape the excess sauce into the plate and reuse it. The fire next to it is already burning hot, and the charcoal inside is making a popping sound. Put the steel rack with the lamb on it on the fire and start to turn it gently to make it heat evenly.

Margaret watched Claude operate all this skillfully, as if he was not a general or a knight, but a cook. In his hands, all kinds of ingredients were as obedient as swords, and they were turned into delicious dishes in the proper order.

Claude temporarily stopped turning the grill, and Bozhukas next to him took over. But Claude looked at the Patriot for a while, then silently picked up the dagger and killed another sheep. Obviously, this amount of food was not enough for everyone. Especially since they all had big appetites.

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They worked for several hours, and those who knew how to cook came to help, while those who couldn't cook just assisted or sat in the hall and didn't make trouble. For example, Yelena and Sasha. There was also someone who no one allowed to get close to the kitchen, Ceobe.

All the food was placed on a huge round table, which was made of a whole huge stone slab. It was dense and hard. The table was originally placed in the mayor's house and now it was put to good use. After all, that guy couldn't really use it.

Cans of beer bought from the store were opened one after another, and then grabbed by pairs of hands of different sizes, rough or delicate, and collided with each other.

"Long live!!!"

This was the toast of the Ursus people, containing their most passionate emotions. Even the patriot said a low "Long live." But it was definitely completely different from what he had shouted before. This made him fall into deep thought again, until his daughter reminded him.

"Come and have a taste. It took a lot of effort to prepare this table. It's been a few years since we can have a meal like this. Everyone should eat their fill this time!"

Claude was beaming with joy. He was really happy. Tallulah was not seriously injured and only needed to rest for two days. Now the city belonged to them completely, and no one could stop it. And the losses they suffered were almost negligible. What could make a general happier than victory and honor?

After the victory, of course, there must be fine wine and delicious food to accompany it, so that it can be said to be fully enjoyable and without any regrets.

Most of the men ate in a rather unrestrained manner, a habit they had developed on the ice field long ago: hot food should be eaten as quickly as possible to prevent it from losing temperature outside. The lamb leg was carefully roasted with spices, with a brown, crispy crust on the outside, and inside was the delicious meat that still retained its juices.

It is not enough to just eat barbecue. They also have hot soup made of tomatoes, potatoes, meat, celery and other ingredients. And baked potatoes sprinkled with spices and salt are traditional food in Ursus. Both the rich and the poor eat this. The difference is that only the rich can sprinkle spices, while the poor can only roast directly in the fire.

The scaly creatures caught from the river are deep fried and then cooked in a carefully crafted sauce. You can taste the crispiness and rich flavor in every bite.

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Claude took off his armor today and wore a black turtleneck sweater, trousers and boots of the same color, outlining his slender and powerful legs. In the steaming heat of the food, everyone's expression looked gentle, and because of the effects of alcohol and heat, they all looked a little more red.

This was just a private banquet, so Claude only invited his friends, but messy things always happened when they got together, just like now when he reached out and flicked the silly golden retriever's forehead hard, causing her to cover her head and let out a thin wail.

"Xiao Ke! How many times have I told you not to grab food with your hands?"

After he said it once, the child did use tableware to eat for a while, but after a while, he still couldn't help wanting to grab the food with his hands. He had to correct him again with a headache. The child really lacked common sense. Even after teaching him for such a long time, he would still do some ridiculous things.

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Maenna watched them quietly, but his hands did not slow down at all. Today's meal was very much to his liking. The atmosphere in this room also made him feel a little emotional. He saw with his own eyes how these people looked on the battlefield. They launched a violent and violent attack on the enemy, coordinated in an orderly and continuous manner, until they completely defeated the enemy.

And now they could gather together again, eating, drinking, laughing and joking like best friends. This reminded him of the knights before Casimir, who would hold a celebratory banquet after defeating the enemy, where they would enjoy food and wine to their heart's content, and toast to their dead comrades and living family members.

Such a scene has long been seen in Casimir. The knights there have long been turned into tools for capital to make money. They will enjoy delicacies that ordinary people will never have in their lifetime in luxuriously decorated villas, but they will not hesitate to exchange their honor for money. They can no longer be called knights, but more like businessmen.

Turning his head to look at his niece, Margaret was happily chatting with a white-haired Carters girl. He pricked up his ears and found that they were talking about the topic of the young man Claude. He knew a long time ago that Margaret cared about the young man very much. The other party helped her a lot in the knight promotion. If it weren't for this person, Margaret would probably be targeted by the Business Federation.

In my opinion at that time, the other party was indeed a young knight with outstanding talent, with a bright future and endless prospects. He also had the passion and ambition that all young people have. Because he could not stand the darkness, he would turn himself into a torch, burning briefly and illuminating briefly.

He was once such a young man, also full of ambitions, thinking he could make a career. But that would never last forever, young people would grow old one day, and the passion in their hearts would cool down one day...

Will it really cool down? ... He asked himself this question, torturing his heart. In the end, his heart gave him an answer, and he smiled knowingly. He picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

The Rise of the Integration Movement: Chapter 85: The Voice of the Suffering

"Former garrison captain Yevgeni, you took advantage of your position to send 203 non-infected people to the mines on the pretext of searching for infected people, and then confiscated the victims' property for profit. All members of the Chernobyl Military Committee unanimously believe that you are guilty of a heinous crime and are sentenced to death and all your property will be confiscated."

A light verdict was placed on the table, and the man sitting on the chair, with a pale face and restrained equipment on his body, suddenly couldn't sit still and slid down from the chair. He opened his bloodless lips and wanted to say something to defend himself, but after moving a few times, no sound came out.

The executioner in black armor saw the judge's formal order and began to drag the man. The fear of death made Yevgeni struggle hard. His hands were handcuffed and he could only struggle violently on the ground like a worm, but soon the executioner stopped his ridiculous and ugly resistance in the unique way of Ursus.

The tactical gloves with armor plates on them, driven by the strong shoulders, hit the face heavily, and two or three hits made him feel suffocated. The executioner hit him twice more until he had no ability to resist, but he still felt unsafe. If the prisoner made any noise during the execution, it would be his dereliction of duty as the executioner, so he called two soldiers to lift the prisoner up, lift his feet off the ground and take him out.

Just outside the courthouse was a gallows that had been built not long ago, with three gallows on it. Two of the gallows had corpses hanging on them, and one could smell the stench of excrement when approaching. They had been hanging there for two hours, and the relaxation of their muscles after death had caused them to become incontinent.

Seeing new prisoners being brought out, the two guys who had been hanging for half a day were also taken down and thrown into coffins. No one came to collect their bodies, and their families had long disappeared.

Yevgeni looked at the noose made of steel cables in horror. The extreme fear made him feel a strong urge to urinate. The desire to survive made him start to struggle, but the strong soldiers clamped his shoulders tightly, making him unable to move. His heart was filled with fear and regret. How could he have known that these low-level infected people like maggots would one day hang him on the gallows! !

He began to curse madly, cursing these lowly infected people and those hateful traitors! If it weren't for the help of the traitors, how could these incompetent infected people take down this city? They should all be sent to the mines to dig until they die. No! Just in case, they should be executed in batches! ! ……

The crazy and chaotic fantasy came to an abrupt end the moment the noose broke his neck. With a crisp sound of broken cervical vertebrae, another corpse was hanging in the wind, swaying, and the steel cable made a creaking sound.

Only the crazy and vicious delusion remained, drifting away with the wind.

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Claude stood on the second floor of this huge court, watching the trial in the hall. This trial was not complicated at all. The prisoners whose charges had already been determined would be taken out and executed after the announcement. So it was extremely efficient.

All the cadres and officers of the Reunion Movement stood behind Claude, surrounding him. Their heavy cloaks dragged on the smooth marble floor. The intricate and gorgeous crystal chandelier on the ceiling emitted a golden and translucent light. The railings of the second-floor stands were carefully carved from hardwood and inlaid with silk threads made of precious metals.

There are dozens of temperature control devices on the entire second floor to ensure that the temperature here is suitable all year round. In the center of the hall hangs a huge portrait, which is more than 2 meters high and more than 5 meters wide. It is the former emperor of Ursus. He looks at every citizen who steps into this building with majestic and cold eyes.

The trial was proceeding in an orderly manner, and the crowd outside was full of onlookers, who pointed at the body on the gallows. But even in this situation, they were still clearly divided, and the infected and non-infected people, who were still dressed shabbily, were divided into two groups and did not approach each other.

Many of them wore the coats they were given to keep warm. Such clothes were piled up in the warehouses in Chernobyl, but the price of warm clothing in the market at that time was still sky-high. On the one hand, a large number of clothes were piled up in the warehouses, waiting to be damp and moldy, and on the other hand, only scarce goods were sold at high prices in the market. Every day, hundreds of infected people or poor people died of hunger and cold. The arrival of the integration movement completely changed this situation.

After careful consideration, the newly established Chernobyl Military Committee did not distribute all the supplies for free, but encouraged the people to exchange them for their labor. Chernobyl, which is in a closed state, cannot replenish any supplies from the outside, so this must be taken into consideration.

As criminals were hung on the gallows one by one, their crimes were displayed on the display screens at their feet for everyone around them to see. The crowd was filled with dense discussions, and from time to time there were two curses. Faced with this inhumane and unspeakable crime, a suppressed anger accumulated in people's hearts. The crowd began to riot constantly, changing like a surging tide, and then was continuously blocked by the breakwater formed by the soldiers. Someone threw a stone on the body, and the suppressed emotions of the people completely erupted, and then there was a dense rain of stones and debris, hitting the body and making it stagger. Someone tried to tear the body apart, but was stopped by the soldiers.

The character of the Ursus people is like lava flowing under the ice. Under the cold appearance, the surging emotions will never be easily calmed down once they are ignited. At this moment, the infected and the non-infected are crowded together. They are shouting, scolding, and even crying, and they can no longer distinguish each other's identity.

The emotions that were usually suppressed by the cruel reality and suffering all burst out at this moment. More and more people joined them, even blocking the traffic, so more soldiers were sent out to maintain order. They calmed the emotional people and cleared the road for the vehicles, just like what the order maintainers of this city should do, so naturally and smoothly.

“I think we should succeed.”

Listening to the overwhelming noise outside, a smile appeared on his face, and he turned his head to look at the people standing behind him. The stereotypes and prejudices caused by the Ursus Empire were difficult to change for a while, but they had taken a very successful step, and from now on, the people of this city would truly accept them.

Everyone started to applaud at the same time, with a lot of laughter. The Reunion Movement had started to provide education when they were in the snowy plains. Every soldier and every officer had to study in the night school co-founded by Alina and other teachers. Those who were here were the best among them, and they certainly understood the significance of this scene.

Applause is also contagious, and soon everyone in the hall stood up and clapped along. Warm applause filled the space, and everyone had a happy smile on their face. The long-lasting applause echoed in the building, and many people clapped their hands until they were red, but still refused to stop.

Claude raised his hand, then pressed it down, and the applause stopped immediately, and everyone looked up at him. He was standing on a protruding stand, and the structure of the building allowed the sound from here to reverberate throughout the space, with a natural focusing and amplification effect.

"Okay, don't be too happy, we still have a lot of things to do, this is just the beginning."

Rise of the Reunion: Chapter 86: The Heart of a Knight

The knight lady was staring at the garden in front of her in a daze. She had been in this absent-minded state for the past few days. For the dazzling and powerful Yao Knight, this state was extremely rare. She had taken off several small protective armors on her body. She was now only wearing a heavy black dress, which seemed to be very suitable for the climate of Ursus.

Margaret is now extremely distressed. She is not worried about anything else, but the future of her motherland. Casimir is a country of knights. Everything in this country is closely related to the element of knights. In the past, when Pegasus still ruled that land, the knight class was the most important part of this country. They took on the responsibility of participating in wars and defending the country. It can be said that the rise and fall and survival of the country at that time had a lot to do with them.

But with the development of the times, the knight class is no longer suitable as the main body of the country. The knights, who used to be the servant class, began to control the country's economy. Their status in the country is becoming more and more important. Today, the honor of the Knight of Casimir has become a commodity that can be sold.

She was taught from childhood that this situation was wrong. When Casimir lost all his honor, dignity, and virtue, what was left? She hated that situation, so she fought back, in her own way.

Fortunately, she met like-minded comrades who made her realize that she was not alone in her resistance. After they won the Knights' Championship and she became a Glory Knight, the strength of the Business Federation was greatly suppressed, but Casimir's problem was not fundamentally solved, which made her confused and she didn't know where to go.

Especially when she saw the achievements of her former comrade Claude today, she felt ashamed of herself. All this made her fall into a complicated emotion.

Because of the severe cold in Ursus, there are few flowers in the flower beds of this city, and most of the time there are dead grass. She sat on the bench, her dazzling golden hair was extremely eye-catching, and her unique heroic and dignified temperament attracted the attention of passers-by.

A large cloud of white steam came out of her mouth, and the cold air made her face a little red. She rubbed her hands, and then she suddenly remembered that she, her uncle, and Shining Nightingale did not bring enough winter clothes. After all, it was difficult to encounter gathering places selling these things on the road, and it was also difficult to enter the mobile city because there were infected people among them.

They were now in a rare mobile city, so they should seize the opportunity to purchase some supplies. Thinking of this, she quickly took out her terminal and wanted to contact Uncle Maenna.

A scarf was suddenly extended in front of her. She subconsciously raised her head, wanting to refuse this kind-hearted person, but saw Claude smiling.

The morning sun shone on his face, making his features seem to glow slightly, and the white air produced by his breathing in the cold weather flowed out of his mouth and nose, then drifted into the air.

"Here, I tried to do it, it might not be so neat."

Claude was not wearing armor, as he had recently gotten used to doing. He was now wearing a long black windbreaker with a gray turtleneck sweater underneath that covered his neck, and long boots and trousers on his lower body. He looked like a young man in college, except that he still had a long sword hanging from his waist.

Seeing the smile on the other person's face, Margaret couldn't help but take the scarf from his hand. This scarf was indeed not so regular, and it was woven with one color of wool, which looked a bit monotonous, but you could still feel the soft and fluffy touch brought by the high-quality wool.

"The white one should suit you."

Claude went on to say that knitting two scarves was a piece of cake for him. After he reached the third level, his excellent mental calculation ability and precise finger control allowed him to knit scarves and other things at a speed almost comparable to that of a machine. All his companions had one, and it only took him three hours to complete them.