Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

The enemy troops also took advantage of this opportunity to launch a surprise attack, chasing the chaotic Ursus army back dozens of meters, and then were forced to retreat under the Ursus firepower.

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The distance between the port and the city gate was thousands of meters, filled with corpses. The black feathered beasts flew in the smoke, impatient to start their gluttonous feast. One of them was too impatient and landed on the battlefield first. Before it could use its beak to peck at the flesh and blood, a black crossbow arrow pierced through its body, tearing it into several pieces with its huge force. The crossbow arrow continued to penetrate deeply into the mixed rock ground, leaving only its tail trembling slightly.

"Faust, there's no need to waste your crossbow arrows on this kind of thing."

Xinteleya rubbed her face. Her originally fair skin was stained black by the gunpowder smoke. As she rubbed it, the black stain immediately extended from the corner of her mouth to behind her ears. She had not had a good rest in the past few days. Even with Tianma's strong body, she was very tired now.

"...I just can't bear to see this beast eating the bodies of our soldiers. It's a pity that we have no way to bring them back."

Faust silently re-strung his crossbow. His crossbow was not a continuous-fire crossbow and could only fire one arrow at a time. However, it had greater force and power than those continuous-fire assault crossbows. Coupled with his strange and powerful Originium skills, it was enough to penetrate the enemy's heavy armor.

Several crossbowmen, gunners and their commander are now in observation window No. 3 of the defense wall of Port No. 5. It is the third day since the war began, and there are still 3 days left before the mobile city is successfully launched.

Rise of the Reunion: Chapter 116: The Sarkaz

The soldiers of the Reunion Movement formed neat rows and, under the leadership of their superiors, moved in an orderly manner along the city roads to various places for support. Although it was such a large-scale troop mobilization, each team was in good order, as if there was a most advanced terminal that planned the route for each of them, and no conflicts occurred.

The leader of the Sarkaz mercenaries followed the officer and marched towards the core of the city. The sentries along the way seemed to know what they were going to do, and no one stopped them. In this way, they arrived at the headquarters of the Reunion Movement unimpeded. The guards here were even tighter, with a solemn soldier standing guard every three steps and every five steps, surrounding the place like an iron barrel.

Even the daring Sarkaz mercenaries became cautious in the face of this situation, which was why they were able to survive to this day. The fools who were careless and unable to see the situation would have died earlier than anyone else and would not have been able to come here.

Even the dumbest person could see how powerful and prestigious the general was here. Everything in this city, whether it was the army or anything else, was running under his will. And every soldier here was willing to die for his orders.

To such people, they were just a group of wild dogs begging for food. The next meeting with them would most likely be dangerous, so every leader of the Sarkaz mercenaries was on edge.

The officer saluted at the gate and spoke.

"General, they are here."

A clear voice came from behind the heavy mechanical door.

"Bring them in now, there's still plenty of time to give them."

The mechanical door made a sound of deflation, and the two doors opened to the sides driven by the motor, revealing the real control center of the city. Along with the air leaking out from the door, there was also a lot of noise. The staff in the command room loudly reported various situations to their general, and the general responded one by one without panic. Various data and documents were being summarized and summarized. The sound of typing on the keyboard was dense, and the numerous screens emitted a faint blue light, becoming the only light source to illuminate the room.

While the staff and officers were busy, the Sarkaz were allowed to enter the room. The soldiers who were guarding the door tightly did not follow them in, and put these dangerous elements into a place full of civilians, which was in sharp contrast to their previous strict surveillance. The only reason that could explain this phenomenon was that there was enough power in the room to ignore their threats.

A tall man sat on a chair in the middle of the platform below the screen. Because of the light from the screen, they couldn't see the man's face at all. They could only see the pair of long pointed ears that were unique to Kuranta. After the Sarkaz had completely entered, the steel gates behind them closed again with the sound of the motor running.

The general also waved to the side, and a military-uniformed girl with fluffy short silver-gray hair and a race similar to Vaifan took his place. The general also had enough time to turn around and take a good look at the reinforcements sent by the Regent of Kazdel.

The leg armor made of steel made a crisp sound on the steel floor of the Ursus control room. The figure also walked out from the light of the screen and walked to the edge of the platform near their side. Without the light of the screen, they could clearly distinguish his appearance.

The one walking in the front was Garson, who was appointed by the regent of Kazdel, Tresis, and he should be the first to take the lead. However, this tall and strong Sarkaz man, like the people behind him, was in a state of hesitation, which was so obvious that it could even be called disrespectful, because the general was nodding slightly to him to show his attention.

The reason they hesitated was because the general was too young and too "delicate". In the most traditional impression of the Sarkaz, a general should be tall, muscular, have strong Originium skills and martial arts, his face should be weathered, and his body should be covered with scars.

However, the general in front of him had a face that could be described as "handsome". It was easier to accept that he was the son of a noble than to believe that he was a general.

Claude was looking at these Sarkaz mercenaries at this time. They were undoubtedly experts in war, and he could clearly see the traces of war left on them. Although he didn't know what the Regent King was planning, these people might be able to play a role.

"Welcome everyone, please convey my gratitude to the Regent. You are all veterans of many battles, and your presence is of great significance to us."

Hedley reached out and poked Garson's back, bringing the fierce Sarkaz back to his senses. But he was obviously not good at this kind of situation, and he opened his mouth but only said a dry sentence: "We understand."

"I will classify your troops as aid troops, and they will enjoy the same food treatment as our army. We will also give you appropriate compensation. If you have outstanding performance on the battlefield, we will still reward you according to the rules and regulations. Next, I will give you appropriate information and intelligence. Please make sure to understand it clearly. This is related to the current situation on the battlefield. No one should be stupid enough to not know the importance of this, right?"

Claude had to hurry, so he didn't ask irrelevant questions and basically didn't give these Sarkaz people a chance to interrupt.

This time it was Hedley who answered next to Garson. Compared with other Sarkaz mercenaries, he had read some books and could give a proper answer in this situation.

"Of course, General, we are also soldiers, and we are well aware of the importance of this. Please give us orders, and our mission is to complete your mission."

Claude nodded, then looked each of them over carefully and spoke.

"In order to assign you to the appropriate places on the battlefield, I need to understand all of your tactics and specialties, as well as everything related. This will benefit both you and us. You will be able to survive on the battlefield, and we won't have to suffer unnecessary losses. So I need each of you to submit a separate report, as detailed as possible."

Claude finished his words, but most of the mercenaries looked embarrassed.

"Don't you know how to read?"

Claude's voice echoed in the air.

Rise of the Integration Movement: Chapter 117: Breakthrough

The Patriot silently pulled his weapon out of the pile of flesh and blood. This mixture of steel and flesh was just an Ursus shield guard. The Patriot only used a mediocre attack, not even using his strength as a Wendigo, and turned the opponent into this thing.

The air was filled with the stench of blood, flesh, internal organs, and excrement. After the Originium gunpowder was ignited, a pungent smoke rose up, covering most of the battlefield. He was like an old but efficient machine, turning all the enemies that rushed up into broken limbs on the ground. In this landing port, the Ursus army could not even move forward a single step.

A blinding red light began to emerge from the eye sockets of his helmet. The life force in all the corpses and enemies around him was attracted by the altar and gathered towards him, making his entire body shrouded in an ominous red light. His exhausted physical strength was restored to its peak state in an instant, and the brand new and thick armor on his body also emitted a well-maintained cold light in the air.

The halberd in his hand made a fierce horizontal slash, cutting three Ursus soldiers in half. This blow made a thunderous sound in the air, as if the space was also cut off. With a slight lift of the shield in his hand, he easily blocked the attacks of all the warlocks and crossbowmen. The shield's excellent buffer system didn't even make his hands feel more pressure.

His shield guards fought alongside him, and many Reunion Movement warriors supported them, allowing them to block tens of thousands of enemies here. The elite Ursus Legion suffered heavy losses here, and due to the suddenness of the battle they did not even bring enough supplies. In the past few days, many Ursus soldiers' armor and weapons were damaged and could not be repaired or replenished.

The Integration Movement relied on this city, which had a developed industry and abundant supplies for the war. Bozhukasti had never fought such a war before, and when he was still working for Ursus, he did not have such sufficient supplies, not to mention the difficult period of fighting on the snowfield.

Before the arrows were used up, the logistics troops sent new ones. They could be used by tearing open the packaging from the ammunition boxes. Under the suppression of the city defense artillery, the artillery of the Ursus army was no longer able to cross the defense wall, allowing the logistics troops to safely deliver the food here. Even the individual food that had been distributed to the soldiers long ago had no place to be used, and most of it was still in the backpack.

This kind of treatment even made the patriots feel a bit luxurious. As soldiers, they only needed to kill the enemies, and everything else was taken care of by special personnel.

The city defense cannons made a deafening roar, and the air waves blew up the dust on the battlefield. Another high-speed warship was unable to dodge and was hit by a premeditated artillery shell. The horrific explosion easily destroyed its moving mechanism, and the huge tracks turned into a tall pile of scrap metal. The warship that had lost its maneuverability was just a sitting duck. Two more shells hit it, turning it into a burning ruin.

This was the fifth battleship destroyed by the Ursus 4th Army. Their losses were heavy, but Chernobyl also suffered considerable damage. Under Ursus's reckless attack, the first line of defense of two ports had been destroyed. The defenders retreated to the defensive barriers, and the two sides were engaged in a fierce tug-of-war near the city gate.

The patriots knew very well that if the Ursian army did not have more reinforcements, they were doomed to lose the war, because if they continued like this, it would be a battle of logistical strength on both sides, and the Ursian Fourth Army, without a mobile city, was destined to be no match for Chernobyl.

The red light in his eyes grew brighter, and dozens of Ursus soldiers around him fell to their knees with screams. Their exposed skin became loose and gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they lost their lives completely. As he moved forward, all the Ursus soldiers who dared to face him suffered the same fate.

"ended."

A thought flashed through his mind, and sure enough, the Ursus soldiers began to retreat in an orderly manner under the order from the rear, and he did not pursue them, but just watched them indifferently from where he was, waiting for the other side to retreat a certain distance. He raised the halberd in his hand high, and the soldiers behind him also began to retreat slowly. Both sides retreated to their positions again, preparing for the next life-and-death battle.

The next step was for both sides to clean up the bodies and rescue the wounded. This had become a default rule, after all, the Ursus army also needed to repair and rescue their own wounded, otherwise their morale would collapse, and the patriots had seen this scene more than once.

After retreating into the defensive wall, Bozhukas found a place to sit on the ground and thrust his halberd into the ground. He moved his shoulders slightly. The intense use of Originium Techniques in the past few days made him feel that his throat began to ache again, but he then felt a sense of nostalgia and an uncontrollable smile: How long has it been? Has the pain in my body already made me feel unfamiliar?

The logistics troops delivered the food quickly. On the wide and smooth road of Chernobyl, this process would not take more than 10 minutes at most. When the soldiers received their lunch boxes, most of the food inside was still steaming. The soldiers began to take turns to receive their food, and half of the soldiers continued to be vigilant against the Ursus soldiers.

Before he could do anything, his adjutant brought him the food. He did not take off his helmet, because the face with bones exposed under the helmet was not suitable to be exposed to the outside world. He just lifted the helmet slightly and could eat normally.

Because of the cold weather in Ursus, in order to keep the food hot, their lunch boxes adopt a double-layer design, and the space between the layers is vacuumed. As soon as they are opened, a large amount of hot steam comes out, revealing the soft stew, hot oatmeal, and browned soft bread inside.

This amount of food is enough to be placed on the table of any Ursus restaurant and sold to citizens who have savings. However, the soldiers of the Reunion Movement can eat it every day. Many recruits join their army for this reason. It must be said that the general is indeed very foresighted.

The explosion not far away made Bozhukas stop eating. He carefully put his lunch box on the ground and stood up. Soon, the Dentsu soldier answered his doubts.

"The third line of defense at Port No. 2 has been breached, and Captain McGowan has been killed in the battle! Requesting support!!"

Without any hesitation, the Patriot and his shield guards immediately rushed to the place of the explosion. Only the lunch boxes on the ground slowly released heat to the outside, waiting for their owners.

Rise of the Reunion: Chapter 118: The Sarkaz

Just like what I have done thousands of times, I just need to place these cute little things in fixed locations on the building, and then with a snap of my fingers, "boom!!" all the enemies will be buried under the rubble. It is clean and quick, and I don't have to do it myself, and I won't even get blood on my hands.

The only difference was that the guys they had to deal with this time were not Sarkaz mercenaries but Ursus soldiers. Although they were well-trained, they would not be more resilient in front of a large number of explosives and would also be blown to pieces. Although this was also quite dangerous for her, just like just now, a crossbow arrow flew past her head, and she once again brushed shoulders with death, temporarily saving her life.

This was certainly worth celebrating, so she happily planted more bombs on the street, humming a song while hoping that more unlucky people would step on them, after all, there would be a bonus.

Bonus? … She couldn't help but smile. This was the first time she heard someone tell this group of mercenaries that if they did a good job, they would get extra bonuses, just like they were ordinary employees of those Colombian technology companies, who needed to punch in every day to earn their own pitiful food money.

Oh, they may be the same in one thing, they are both trying to earn their own living. One is just selling his labor, the other is selling his life.

Well, keep working hard for your bonus.

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"What do you think of that general?"

"He's a very powerful person, but he has nothing to do with us."

Hedley's red blade easily pierced through the soldier's shield, piercing through the back of his body, emitting an unpleasant smell of burning. They were now blocking the enemy on a street, and the general of the Integration Movement assigned them the task of dealing with the small groups of enemies that infiltrated, which happened to be their specialty.

"It doesn't really matter, doesn't it? Aren't our lives in his hands now?"

"Our lives were not in his hands. We sold them ourselves for a suitable price. You should know better than me."

Without even turning his head, Hedley used the heavy sword in his hand to split a soldier in two, answering Inès's question. He swung the sword vigorously, shaking off the blood on the blade, then wrapped the blade with a cloth strip, waiting for the next chop.

"We only do what mercenaries are supposed to do. Anything else has nothing to do with us."

He rubbed his unshaven chin, checked to see that there were no more enemies, then took out a sharp dagger and began to shave himself, as casually as if he were at home...if he still had a home.

The process was not comfortable. The blade of the dagger caused some stinging sensation when shaving off his beard, which made him grimace in dismay, but the dagger in his hand was always precise and steady.

The terminal on his shoulder suddenly rang, and he quickly turned on the communication. However, what came out was not instructions for the next mission, but a message telling them that their supplies had arrived.

"Has the supply arrived?"

Hedley stood up in confusion, and looked at Ines, then they walked out of the building, and according to the coordinates provided by the other party, they went around the back of the block a little bit, and then they saw a huge truck. The vehicle was painted in dark color, which was quite concealed in the dark city of Ursus, and now the cover on one side of the vehicle was lowered, turning into a table, and other soldiers were queuing there to receive food.

The two looked at each other again, and saw a strange emotion in each other's eyes. Because they saw a Sarkaz girl wearing red and black clothes, tight leather pants and a short skirt, also queuing there, with an interested smile on her face, and the slender tail behind her was also shaking.

"W, why are you here too?"

Hedley took two steps forward and walked to the girl's side, and asked.

"Of course I received the news that there is free food here. But I am penniless and have no money. Will I starve to death if I don't come here?"

W said as a matter of course, turning to look at the two of them.

"Why don't you call the others over? Otherwise you won't be able to carry the food for so many people. Don't expect me to help. I accidentally sprained my leg this morning."

"........."

Soon it was their turn and the soldiers inside asked them questions.

"Which size do you need? Choose according to your appetite. As long as you don't waste anything, you can come back for more."

The anxious mercenary next to him had already opened the lunch box, and the aroma of the meat inside drifted in the air, arousing the appetite of everyone present. Even Hedley couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He glanced around and chose the large lunch box. After all, he had been very hungry since morning.

The three of them chose their own portions, and the soldier handed the food to them without hesitation, not forgetting to give them some instructions.

"Don't forget to put the lunch boxes back after you finish eating. We will clean and disinfect them uniformly. Don't damage them maliciously, otherwise your wages will be deducted. There is hot soup in the bucket next to it. If you need it, there is a place in the lunch box for soup. You can pour it in yourself."

After saying this, the soldier smiled again.

"Also, don't forget to eat it while it's hot, otherwise it will cool down quickly after opening it."

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The three of them were sitting on the side of the road. There were no pedestrians on the road now, only various military vehicles were passing by. And they ate without any scruples.

The steaming stew was filled with chopped onions, which not only removed the fishy smell and greasiness, but also brought a different taste. The freshly baked bread was still a little hot. There was actually a bread oven on the truck for heating. The crispy crust on the outside of the bread was bitten open and the inside was soft. The hot oatmeal porridge was hard to drink, but it gave people a sense of satisfaction from the inside out when paired with bread.

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The Sarkaz mercenaries were not particular, most of them squatted on the roadside to eat like them, and their current situation of wolfing down food also showed that they rarely had such a rich meal. At this moment, they seemed to no longer be Sarkaz, but just ordinary soldiers, eating the same food and doing the same things as other soldiers.

There were footsteps on the street. Hedley held his sword cautiously, then relaxed.

The person who came was a Sarkaz man wearing a thick white protective suit. He led his team members to the direction of the dining car. Hedley knew him. His team was a well-known Sarkaz mercenary team, especially good at attacking and fighting. Their captain was this strong man, whose name seemed to be "Mud Rock"? …………

PS: I saw a new plot today, and there are marigolds growing in the capital of Leithania. I don't know if I've been playing Kingdom Come: Rescue for the past two days, but I keep thinking about the marigold potion in it...┗( TnT )┛

The Rise of the Integration Movement: Chapter 119: Turning Point

The entire population of Chernobyl was carefully checked, and any stranger who did not belong to the city was singled out. If it were during normal times in the city, it would be extremely difficult to carry out such a check in this densely populated city, especially when the Chernobyl people had just experienced war, which would most likely arouse resistance among the people.

But now that the 4th Ursus Army is approaching, all citizens are under militarized management, making it very easy to conduct such an investigation. Ordinary Ursus are also worried that these people are spies and will lead to the breach of their city, so they actively report them. Coupled with the strict patrols and inspections implemented in the city every day, the entire population of the city has been under their control.

At present, the city has fallen into a strange stalemate with the 4th Ursus Army. The Ursus' logistical supplies are obviously insufficient, and they are now in a state of eating up all the resources. The casualties are even more severe. Many Ursus soldiers' bodies are still piled up on the battlefield, and no one is collecting them. Almost all the soldiers of the Integration Movement are injured. In the 7-day tug-of-war, the casualties have reached more than 3000.

Both sides were slowly and continuously bleeding in this war, and the battlefield here had turned into purgatory. But Claude knew clearly that they could afford to waste time, but the Us people could no longer afford it.

The opponent's tactics were too desperate. Once they were prepared, the Ursus army, which was without sufficient supplies, quickly fell into a disadvantage. In particular, the city's powerful firepower made their high-speed warships lose their original advantage, leaving the powerful Ursus army slowly bleeding dry in this meat grinder.

Claude stood on the top of the city wall. With his sharp eyes like a hawk, he saw another senior officer being hanged on the gallows in the camp in the distance. This was the third one in the past few days. The harsh laws of the Ursus army allowed them to maintain high morale all year round, but this method was not always effective. Just like now, simply executing deserters and officers who were not effective in combat had no effect at all. The morale of their soldiers was getting lower and lower day by day. Now the only thing that could boost their morale was a victory, no matter how big or small it was. As long as there was a decent victory, the tenacious Ursus soldiers would immediately regain their fighting spirit.

Therefore, Claude was sure that the reason why the Ursus army had been silent in the past few days was because they were preparing for a major offensive, and they must have the confidence to break through their own defense line. Otherwise, if they continued to be silent like this and did not achieve victory, even the most tenacious soldiers would completely exhaust their morale.

Although Claude is a veteran of hundreds of battles, perhaps even more than hundreds of battles, this is his first time defending a mobile city. The complex three-dimensional structure of a mobile city makes it impossible to defend it like an ordinary city. He must consider some problems unique to mobile cities and take precautions. In order to solve this problem, he consulted many engineers and set up heavy defenses in important energy institutions and other important institutions in the city. The city is too big, and it is already very difficult for their number of soldiers to defend such a huge city. It was thanks to Claude's all-round mobilization that Chernobyl did not fall under the fierce attack of Ursus.

It is now the 7th day, and the city can be activated within three days at the latest. By then, the Ursus army will completely lose hope of winning, so they will definitely take action within these three days.

The never-ending wind and snow of Ursus blew his cloak, making the wings on his helmet look like an eagle spreading its wings and flying. Now, this eagle was sizing up the Ursus army with sharp eyes, silently considering the opponent's moves in his heart.

Or maybe he was also looking for the opponent's weakness.

Everyone makes mistakes on the battlefield, but some mistakes can be corrected in time, while others cannot. No one will pity the mistakes made by the enemy. The only thing every qualified general needs to do is to magnify this mistake and make it play its due role.

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Sackville unveiled the curtain of his team's tent and walked in. The tent was built with thick waterproof fabric, but it did not have good insulation. There was not enough insulation inside the tent, and the temperature inside was maintained entirely by the source stone stove in the middle.

He rubbed his frozen hands and feet and sat by the stove, stretching out his hands to absorb the weak warmth. His well-made battle axe with a high-quality source stone circuit was also placed beside him.