Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

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"No problem? How is that possible?"

Everyone at the scene was very surprised, including Kriev. In his expectation, some raw materials must have been poisoned by the enemy. After all, it would be difficult for the other party to tamper with the production process after being supervised by hundreds of people. The best way was to tamper with the raw materials.

"There is indeed no problem. We have inspected all the raw materials and even borrowed professional equipment from Rhodes Island. We have even inspected the plates used to hold food and the machines used to knead dough, but there is no problem with anything..."

As the senior officer spoke, he introduced the doctors from Rhode Island to everyone. The one standing in the front had short white hair and was wearing a green dress. It was Dr. Kal'tsit.

"Please calm down, Miss Yelena. I can guarantee that our toxicity detection technology is among the best in this land, but we have not detected any toxins in any of our raw materials and equipment."

Kal'tsit paused for a moment, letting everyone digest the news she had shared, before continuing.

"You don't need to worry too much about Mr. Claude's safety. His body is very strong. That level of toxin is not enough to kill him. He will recover soon... But the other soldiers are far from being as strong as him, so we are still actively rescuing them. But the hope is very slim. The toxins in their bodies are unheard of by us, and there is also a very unique force that is destroying their immune systems."

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"Okay, Kriev, your suspicion has been cleared. You did make a mistake, but we cannot blame you too much. After all, the means used by the enemy are too insidious and difficult to guard against."

Talulah rubbed her temples in great distress, but at the same time she was extremely relieved. Thanks to the captain of the personal guard's dedication to duty, their losses were not too great this time. Especially Claude was not in trouble, which was a blessing in disguise. Next, she would continue to work hard to catch all the spies.

"Okay, call the remaining two people in."

“Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!!!~~”

The terminal on the desktop made a shrill whistling sound, and Tallulah quickly reached out to open its communication.

"The Ursus 4th Army is approaching here at the twelve o'clock direction with a high-speed battleship group! The distance is only 300 kilometers! Please prepare for the battle immediately, prepare for the battle immediately, repeat! The Ursus 4th Army is..."

The soldiers' hoarse roars in the terminal were completely silenced by a burst of earth-shaking artillery fire.

The Rise of the Integration Movement: Chapter 112: Collision

Chernobyl, this mobile city as huge as a mountain range, was fully operational. Countless soldiers began to build defenses on the huge steel wall. The muzzles of the guns that could accommodate a person were slowly turned and pointed in the direction of the enemy. As long as they waited for an order, the city would burst into countless deaths and destruction.

The city's energy core has begun to restart, but this will take time, at least 10 days. Even if the most optimistic engineers come to evaluate, they can only come to this conclusion. This speed is faster than most mobile cities, but it is still a bit slow for their current situation.

The residents of the city were placed in a safe zone to prevent the Ursus army's artillery fire from hurting them. The residents were very cooperative because the Ursus people knew the style of the Ursus army and even they themselves did not trust their own army. No one wanted to experience the cruel methods of Ursus.

At this moment in Chernobyl Central Hospital No. 1, Claude's request surprised Kal'tsit.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Mr. Claude? This will cause great damage to your body. It is likely that it cannot be repaired, and you can only last for a few days."

"A few days is enough. This is the most serious challenge we have ever faced. I must go..."

Claude opened his hands, and two bodyguards were putting armor on him. His face was unexpectedly pale. This time he was severely tricked by the black snake. That kind of poison was indeed not a simple thing. This was when he blocked the curse. At this time when he was the weakest, the 4th Army of Ursus accurately found their position and launched a lightning offensive.

The toxin is now trying to destroy his organs, but is blocked by his strong recovery ability and immunity. A delicate balance is maintained, but the toxin is losing ground. If he is given time to rest, he will recover in a few days. But now the last thing he can afford is time, so he asks Dr. Kal'tsit to inject him with special medicine to temporarily overdraw his body.

Another thing he didn't say is that he has enough methods to restore his body to normal later, so he thinks this is a very good deal.

"By the way, has Rhodes Island evacuated?"

Claude raised his head and looked at Dr. Kal'tsit, waiting for her answer.

"Except for me, there are no Rhodes Island members in this city. The main ship of Rhodes Island has been evacuated to a place 300 kilometers away."

Claude nodded, completely relieved. His arm armor was still not on, so he rolled up his sleeves and exposed his arms.

"Please hurry up, Dr. Kelsey. There is still a war waiting for me."

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The vanguard of the 4th Army was a cluster of five high-speed warships. From thousands of meters away, these warships delivered a scorching gift of welcome. The devastating artillery fire stood on the city's landing platform, blowing off the ground and ravaging the buildings. The blast waves raised dust into the sky, covering the gate on one side.

The city's defense artillery cluster immediately responded, covering the land where the warships were advancing with a saturated barrage of bullets. The number of city defense artillery that could be loaded on the mobile city was terrifying, like a red carpet covering the ground, instantly covering the two mobile warships. When the smoke and dust dissipated, a mobile warship had been anchored in place, and a fire was burning on it. Another round of artillery coverage, the warship's source stone engine was detonated, bursting out with a shocking explosion, and the steel wreckage was splashed everywhere.

The two sides fired at each other, but the speed of mobile warships was much faster after all. Most of the attacks from both sides did not hit each other, but every commander knew that this situation was only temporary. As the distance between the two sides approached to a certain extent, the hit rate would greatly increase, because at that time it would be unavoidable. Both sides could only gamble their courage and use their lives to build victory.

Every roar of the city defense cannon would generate a huge wave of air and spew out terrible flames. As the distance shortened, the hit rate of the city defense cannon increased significantly. The three warships in the front were already riddled with holes. Soldiers continued to carry huge shells and stuffed those shells that were as tall as a person into the gun barrels.

An enemy shell hit the city defense cannon squarely. With a violent roar, the smoke and dust dissipated, and the huge cannon had been twisted into a knot and could not be used. Most of the soldiers around were also killed. Other soldiers immediately evacuated the area and moved the remaining shells away for use by other city defense cannons.

As the soldiers cheered, another warship was targeted and stopped, burning quietly.

But the remaining three warships were still persevering in approaching the city and continuously firing their shells. Most of the shells failed in front of the city's thick defense walls, but there were always hits. The number of casualties of the defenders began to increase, and the wailing wounded were sent to the rear by the logistics troops. Medical institutions have begun to operate at full capacity.

There was no close combat, no cold gleam of swords, no sounds of fighting, only the roar of shells and blood and flesh smeared on the ground, thick smoke and the loud shouts of soldiers. The soldiers who were loading the shells could only carry the shells mechanically, forcing themselves to concentrate on completing their work.

With another salvo from the city defense artillery, the first warship to be hit had its entire bow blown off and was torn into pieces with a deafening explosion.

"Get ready for the impact!! Get ready for the impact!!"

The order began to be conveyed to all the soldiers. Everyone squatted on the ground, firmly grasping anything that could stabilize themselves, and began to grit their teeth and wait for the moment when the remaining warships would crash into the mobile city.

With a sharp crash and tearing sound, the sturdy ram of the warship pierced deeply into the armor of the city. Every soldier could feel the ground beneath his feet shaking at this moment, as if he was flying. The next moment, he was staggering.

The moment stability was restored, the loaders immediately rushed to the place where the shells were placed, and each shell was fixed to the ground to prevent accidents with these dangerous creations.

Infantry and crossbowmen began to be mobilized and assembled towards the collision area, while the city defense artillery continued to roar. More warships had emerged from the rear of the enemy ships. Just like a pack of wolves targeting a camel, they also targeted this city that once belonged to Ursus and were determined to win victory for themselves.

Ursus will win, they believe it from the bottom of their hearts.

Rise of the Reunion: Chapter 113: Sarkaz Mercenaries

There were very few clouds in the sky. It was a rare good day. The sun shone its gentle light on the frosty earth, but the earth did not appreciate it and responded with billowing black smoke and violent explosions. There were nearly 100,000 soldiers taking each other's lives, smearing each other's and their own flesh and internal organs on the ground.

The landing area of ​​the city soon became a bloody mess. The crossbowmen poured crossbow arrows like raindrops on the area, and they quickly proliferated on the enemy's shields and the ground like fungi after rain. The crossbow arrows of the siege crossbow cannon were as thick as an arm, and even the heavy armor and shields of the shield guards could not resist them. The crossbow arrows with barbs and chains penetrated the soldiers' formation from time to time, leaving a pile of minced meat and broken limbs, and were dragged back.

Under the cover of thick city walls, the soldiers of the Reunion Movement fought a desperate battle with the enemy at the city gate. With the support of various sophisticated artillery and crossbows, the Ursus army suffered huge casualties here. The bodies of the dead and wounded piled up on the ground, filling up the entire street by one level.

It was another desperate assault. Ursus's vanguard assaulters and the Vanguard of Hundred Battles were the main force. They attacked the formation of the Reunion Movement soldiers at the fastest speed. Like two waves colliding, the Ursus army was smashed to pieces. The Reunion Movement's formation also went deep inside, and the bodies of the dead piled up in the gap.

Attacking at the same time as them were the Ursus paratroopers, who were carrying rocket backpacks and wanted to land behind the enemy formation to coordinate the attack. However, because there were no other troops to distract the defenders' firepower, they were besieged by the soldiers as soon as they landed and were immediately killed. The spells of the war sorcerers on both sides flew around in the sky, clearing a space in the enemy formation from time to time.

Life was slipping away faster and faster, but the situation here was a stalemate. With the close fire support of the warships, the Integration Movement was temporarily unable to destroy all the Ursus troops in the landing area, and the Ursus people did not have the strength to break through the Integration Movement's defenses. Both sides were waiting for new forces to join them and destroy the other side in one fell swoop.

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Claude sat in the main control room in the core city of the city, looking at the huge terminal screen in front of him. It was divided into dozens of small screens, each of which was showing the battle situation in a certain place. Claude supported his chin with his left hand, and commands kept coming out of his mouth, which were then sent out through the terminal by the herald. The reserve troops in the rear also kept filling in the weak places, turning the city into a meat grinder made of steel and flesh. After several hours of fierce attack, the huge Ursus army did not make any progress, but suffered heavy losses.

A new phenomenon appeared on the screen. The Ursus army began to retreat in an orderly manner, leaving the bodies behind and only taking away the lightly wounded. A wide open space was left between the two armies. With such heavy losses, even the elite Ursus army could not bear it, so their retreat was within Claude's expectations. New orders were immediately issued, and the exhausted and wounded soldiers on the front line were replaced, and new forces filled their positions.

Taking advantage of this firepower gap, the logistics troops immediately transported a large number of ammunition to the front line. The transportation they used were all large-capacity trucks that had just been produced by the factory, which could deliver the supplies needed by the soldiers to the front line at a very fast speed on the current traffic-controlled urban roads.

After rejecting the request of Alina, the head of the logistics force, to go to the front line for support, Claude began to adjust the city's various strategies. He knew very well that to defend a city, even a mobile city, the most important point was to maintain internal stability. No matter in which world or in which country's history, the reason why countless strong cities were eventually breached was mostly not due to external enemies. The opportunity for the city to be breached was often due to internal problems, such as lack of food and internal strife.

Under his orders, the city's planting and breeding modules were heavily guarded, and any person entering or leaving had to undergo strict scrutiny to ensure the city's food supply. The factories were taken over by the army, and production plans were centrally dispatched by the War Committee. Production was carried out according to the remaining resource reserves and as planned.

All civilians in the city were strictly controlled by the military. All people had to be registered and checked, and they were managed by military personnel, with unified food distribution and unified work arrangements. Lyudmila's special forces began to search the entire city to prevent any sabotage in the rear during the war.

As for the only warship of the Integration Movement, it moved away from the battlefield under Claude's order. After all, it could be easily destroyed by concentrated fire here. Claude was ready to use this manpower at a critical moment, but not now.

Bozhukas will take charge of the area with the heaviest casualties. With him there, there is no need to worry about the Ursus army breaking through the landing area, and the troops led by Yelena and Sasha will also be there to provide support, so there will be no problems in the short term. The mobile city will be successfully launched within 10 days. During this period, we must prevent enemy spies from destroying the energy agency. This is the joint responsibility of Lyudmila and Ithan's troops...

Just when Claude was calculating and thinking nervously, another communication arrived at his command room, and after the staff officer received the call, he actually showed a very surprised expression. You know, the command room where Claude is now has a dedicated line, and if it is not extremely important information, it will not be sent here, so Claude looked up and asked.

"What's going on? Has the 4th Army made any new moves?"

"No, sir, I have received strange news. The defense forces at Gate 7 reported that we have a reinforcement..."

"Zeng Yuan? I don't remember that we have any troops outside the city. Could it be that the commander of the battleship has returned against my orders?"

"Neither. It's a Sarkaz mercenary. According to them, they are reinforcements sent to us by Teresis, the regent of Kazdel, to help us fight against the Ursus Empire."

"Tracy? I have heard of your name for a long time, but we should have no connection with him. His intentions are worth studying. Moreover, the timing of these people's arrival is a bit too clever..."

Claude's brows furrowed slightly, and his fingers wrapped in steel began tapping the armrest.

The Rise of the Integration Movement: Chapter 114: A Possibility

The wounded on the front line were continuously transported to the rear, and all the hospitals in Chernobyl began to operate at overload. Most of the soldiers' injuries were not light, and many of the wounded who survived the brutal meat grinder had lost arms and legs. Although they underwent emergency hemostasis and bandages by field medics and were injected with some painkillers, not everyone was lucky enough to have their limbs reattached.

When the limbs were just cut off, there was not much pain due to the surging adrenaline, especially after the medics injected painkillers. But after the effect of the drugs wore off, the unbearable pain made these elite soldiers groan, and the entire hospital was surrounded by groans and screams.

What allowed these soldiers to retreat from the battlefield alive, and even have their limbs transported with them, was the white-haired boy Ino and his medical team. They methodically rescued the wounded on the hellish battlefield, and the logistics troops then sent the wounded to the rear for comprehensive treatment in the hospital.

The timid boy who always hid behind his companions now remained calm when facing the bloody flesh and internal organs on the battlefield. Under his command, the medics under his command were able to promptly treat the soldiers after they fell to the ground with serious injuries, and then rely on the sufficient reserves of medicines and various medical supplies of the Integrated Movement to save them in time and prevent them from dying from excessive blood loss and pain.

This is the first time that the Reunion Movement has come into direct confrontation with an Ursus army of this size. There is no room for any conspiracy or intrigue here. The only possibility is a face-to-face fight to the death where one must sacrifice one's life to win. Death is everywhere here, and there is no safety even for the medical team in the rear.

A stray bullet landed near them at some point, and a medic was blown to pieces on the spot. The others were blown away and rolled on the ground. Ino immediately struggled to get up, rushed to his injured soldier, and cast a healing spell on himself and the surrounding wounded.

The soldier they had been treating was reduced to pieces, causing several recruits in the medical team to vomit. Ino's face turned pale, but he quickly controlled himself and gave a loud order.

"Evacuate the wounded! Evacuate!! It's not safe here anymore. Don't worry about the dead for now. The logistics troops will take care of it!"

The other wounded were quickly dragged to the rear. After emergency treatment using Ino's powerful Originium technique, the bleeding of their wounds quickly stopped. They were then sent to a large truck specially used to transport the wounded. The driver stepped on the accelerator and the truck sped along the road, pulling dozens of wounded to the rear.

Ino pulled out a bottle of water from his backpack, took a few gulps, and then put it back. He had no chance to rest yet. Although the enemy had temporarily stopped attacking, the wounded in front were also sent down. Looking at the screaming soldiers, he pressed his helmet tightly with one hand and rushed forward again without hesitation.

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He is no longer the weak child. Now he is a real warrior, a warrior fighting against death.

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"Hey, Garson. Are you sure they really need our help?"

This is a Sarkaz girl, but she is dressed very conspicuously in this chaotic battlefield. The black and red clothes and tight leather pants outline her well-developed curves. There are two eye-catching red highlights on her short white hair. The double horns wrapped around the curve of her head do not look obvious. At this moment, the seemingly careless expression in her golden eyes contains a serious meaning.

The man she called Garson was a tall and burly Sarkaz man. He wore heavy armor and his face was covered by a black mask, but the skin exposed was covered with scars, revealing the fact that he had been through many wars. Hearing the girl's words, he turned around and gave her a cold look. This attitude was definitely not the way to treat his comrades. It was as if he was guarding against a stranger.

"This is an order from His Majesty the Regent. Don't ask any more questions. Just execute it."

"Okay, okay, okay, I don't dare to say anything, but look at these guys..."

As she spoke, the Sarkaz girl pointed at the soldiers who were on high alert. The Reunion fighters did not believe these uninvited guests. Although they let them in, they were not allowed to enter the city. They were only temporarily settled in a camp. The elite fighters were deployed tightly. Just in the place they could see, there were more than 30 crossbowmen, and in the dark, they didn't know how many artillery and crossbows were aimed at them.

During the mission, none of these soldiers whispered to each other, just like a group of machines, showing their terrible discipline and accomplishment. In addition, their well-maintained advanced equipment even made the Sarkaz mercenaries feel a little ashamed. The mercenaries surrounded by these soldiers did not dare to relax, they all held their weapons nervously and looked around.

"You think so too, right, Hedley?"

After the girl finished speaking, she turned to look at the middle-aged man behind her. Although this Sarkaz man was weathered, he was tall and handsome, and he was wearing the common equipment of mercenaries, but he was holding a heavy sword in his hand, the blade was as wide as a palm, and it looked heavy.

"You'd better be careful, W. Just now you were always looking at those soldiers, and now they have begun to pay attention to the two of us. Those guys are enough to compete with the army of the royal court. If a fight breaks out, I can't save you."

Hedley tugged at the strap on his arm, but there was also a lot of fear in his tone, and it was obvious that he also thought that what W said made sense.

"I don't know what our Lord Regent is planning. With the current scale of the war, we can only hold out for a day or two. We might all die here... Ah! By the way, Inès, why don't we take this opportunity to have a good fight, otherwise we will have no chance after we die."

The girl sat lazily on the ammunition box and turned to look at the tall Sarkaz woman behind her, but the other party just glared at her coldly, knowing that she was just going crazy again.

The mercenaries didn't have to wait too long. Ten minutes later, an officer came to the door. He glanced at these people coldly and then spoke.

"Our general invites all of your leaders to come over. Please prepare as soon as possible. You don't have much time left."

"All the leaders?"

"Yes, all the leaders."

The officer turned and led the way, while the soldiers made way for him.

"Let's go and meet the general of the Reunion Movement."

W jumped from the ammunition box to the ground, put her hands behind her head, said hello, and then walked away. Hedley, Ines and others followed behind her, and Garson walked at the end. It seemed that this team was not completely united.

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The Rise of the Reunion: Chapter 115: The Battle

The overwhelming artillery fire made the land boil, like a pot of brown hot soup, boiling concrete, steel, human life and flesh. A company suffered heavy losses in less than two hours and had to withdraw. The city had turned into a hateful meat grinder, efficiently crushing the lives of the Ursus Empire soldiers.

Ursus soldiers have strong discipline and tough character. What is hell to soldiers from other countries is just a daily routine for them. But this time they met a real opponent. The soldiers of the Integration Movement are just as tough as them. In this two-day meat grinder war, every meter of advance for Ursus soldiers is exchanged for hundreds of corpses. This terrible loss is enough to make any general feel palpitations.

The 4th Army used all its high-speed warships, and only high-speed warships could effectively deal with the firepower of the mobile city. Of course, the best way to deal with a mobile city is to use another mobile city, but for the sake of the suddenness of the battle, they gave up this plan. Instead, they used high-speed warships to launch a lightning-fast raid, quickly occupying the city's landing port as a breakthrough point, and launched an attack on the entire city.

But the current situation is that the plan went wrong at the beginning. The troops responsible for clearing the enemy outposts did not complete their mission, and the sentinels sent the message back. No matter which port in the city, they did not make an effective breakthrough and were still blocked outside the city. The mobile city has the ability to be self-sufficient. If they cannot actually break through the city, then their operation will only be in vain.

This was an unimaginable shame for the entire 4th Army and Ursus. Once it developed to that point, a large number of generals would be hanged on the gallows. So despite the heavy casualties caused by the attack, the Ursus army still did not stop the attack, and tons of shells were thrown into the city every day.

Their attack also exhausted the defenders, after all, the number of defenders was far less than that of Ursus' army. Under such tremendous pressure, every soldier was exhausted.

The battle axe in Charles's hand drew a silver full moon in the air, and an overly prominent Ursus Hundred Battle Vanguard was immediately cut off from the waist. Under this terrible force, the heavy clothes and armor did not have the slightest effect of blocking. His upper body flew forward and fell a few steps away, while his lower body remained in place.

Without letting the other party scream, Charles's boot crushed his head. It exploded like a water ball, spilling its contents onto the ground.

His left hand quickly stretched out and grabbed the head of a chargeman. He lifted him up like a chicken and threw him heavily to the ground. The opponent's counterattack before his death did not cause any damage in front of his heavy armor and condensed rocks. Relying on the terrible defense brought by his powerful Originium skills, Charles rushed through the enemy soldiers' formation, ignoring most of their attacks, and every time he swung the battle axe in his hand, at least one elite soldier would be split in two.

The other Iron Guards could not do what Char did, but they were still terrible warriors. They cleared the enemies in front of them with extremely high efficiency and tacit cooperation. They were mixed in the formation and pushed the front line forward continuously. With every step forward, countless elite Ursus soldiers were killed neatly. They stepped on the corpses of the enemies and pushed the enemies back.

Amid the sounds of swords clashing, crossbows vibrating, spells being unleashed, and shells exploding as they tore through the ground, everyone went blood-thirsty, stabbing their weapons into the enemy's bodies one after another, and then at some point they were killed by some weapon. But this situation couldn't continue, until a certain point in time, the Ursus soldiers began to collapse. More than half of them had already been killed or wounded, but anyone who dared to retreat would be killed by the supervisory team behind them, so they have persisted until now.

The scattered soldiers were quickly reorganized, and those who fled first were assigned to the punishment camp. In order to atone for their defeat, they had to serve as the vanguard in the next attack and use their bodies to consume the enemy's ammunition. This was their only chance to be forgiven as losers.

The tough Ursus soldiers immediately began to prepare for the next offensive. A large number of shield guards were assembled to resist the amazing firepower of the rebels and to create opportunities for victory for others. A large number of gunners began to cooperate with the artillery of high-speed battleships to suppress the opponent's counterattack.

But they soon found that this plan was difficult to implement. The enemy had powerful snipers. Their gunners were so far away that they were killed by the enemy with precision and had no chance to show their heads. The counterattack by firepower coverage was also ineffective. Often, the enemy would just be suppressed and then a fatal arrow would be shot from another place in the blink of an eye.