Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

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Margaret also felt that she was a little bit exhausted. She had made up her mind and was about to say it, but before she finished, it was heard by others. Moreover, she was led here. She had made up her mind with great difficulty, but now it was completely in vain.

"I don't think this has anything to do with you."

Margaret's emotions were very complicated at the moment, and her tone began to become stiff. She couldn't clearly explain what her mood was like.

"I know even if you don't tell me..."

Xinteleya moved her ankle. She was so angry that she kicked the water tower without thinking about the consequences. Now she felt a dull pain in her ankle. After running for such a long time, her ankle was already swollen and painful. She didn't want to show her weakness in front of the other party, so she hid one foot behind her back and moved it slowly a few times.

In the darkness of the night, the two people confronted each other here, and a subtle and strange atmosphere lingered between them.

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 178 Dispute

Claude jumped from a high altitude, and the moment he approached the ground, he reached out and grabbed the eaves next to him, allowing himself to land gently on the ground. He already had a guess in his mind, and now he needed to return to the base to verify it. Of course, before that, he had to say goodbye to Margaret first.

"Margaret...did she go in?"

Claude looked at the empty gate with some doubt, but he soon found something wrong. He came to a place, looked at the barely visible fresh soil on the ground and the footprints that were indistinguishable to others but extremely clear to him, and knew that Margaret had been led away.

Claude followed the footprints without any hesitation.

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"You like Claude, don't you?"

Xinteleya had no intention of beating around the bush and said it directly, with a hint of aggressiveness.

Margaret was shocked at this moment. On the one hand, it was because the other party was indeed aggressive at the moment, and on the other hand, it was because her thoughts were pointed out by the other party. It was not obvious when she was alone with Claude, but after being known by a third person, the shyness that was difficult to suppress began to surge up from her heart.

But before her face turned red, she realized that the other party did not seem to have the right to question her. At this critical moment, Margaret had an idea and instantly understood why this girl came alone to find her things and what she was thinking.

"You're not...jealous?"

The expression on Xinteleya's face froze, and then panic spread. She was actually broken by Margaret's gentle question.

This immediately restored Margaret's confidence.

"You also like Claude, but you don't dare to express your feelings, right? So it must be you who made the noise just now, and your purpose was to interrupt our conversation."

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"...So what if it is? That guy is just a blockhead. I have hinted to him so many times, but he is still stupid... All he thinks about all day is war and swords. He is like a machine, without any awareness of this..."

Xinteleya suddenly became dejected again, and it seemed that she had lost all the momentum she had just now. But she quickly regained her confidence, took two deep breaths, and returned to normal.

"Don't think you can win like this. There are many people eyeing that guy. Not to mention the black-bellied white rabbit, even those two little fools, I think they have other intentions. Let's just leave it at that for tonight! ... ... I'm leaving first! ..."

As if she had suddenly discovered something, the white-haired Kuranta girl jumped onto the treetop in a panic, and disappeared into the night in a few leaps.

A minute later, Claude leaped into the woods, his black fur cloak rustling in the night wind. His black boots scooped up a layer of mud on the ground, and he already held a sharp sword in his hand.

"Margaret, are you okay? Did you encounter any enemies?..."

Claude suddenly stopped and looked around the land in confusion. There was no sign of a battle, no arrows stuck in the ground, and no traces of swords and knives. But Margaret suddenly stopped here. There must be a reason, otherwise she would not have left so suddenly.

"No, it's nothing. I just saw something interesting, so I followed you here. I'm sorry to make you worried."

Margaret suddenly interrupted his thoughts with her words. Out of trust in her, he did not ask any more questions.

"Then I'll take you home. I have something else I need to verify."

"Ok."

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Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and at 10:24 pm, it suddenly started to rain heavily. The rain washed away the dust on the road, and Claude was a little embarrassed as he rushed to the base in the heavy rain. Although the cloak on his body could block most of the rain for him, it was not necessary, so it was better not to get wet.

Stepping into the porch of the stronghold, he took off his cloak. The rain flowed slowly along his smooth fur. He shook the cloak vigorously twice to make it dry again. Then he didn't put it on and just held it in his hand.

After approaching the door panel, the door opened automatically. An elite crossbowman saluted Claude, and then waited for Claude to enter, carefully checked the surrounding environment, and then slowly closed the door.

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He took out a few rolls filled with onions and poultry from his bag and stuffed them into Keobe's mouth. He then ruffled Hart's hair vigorously to restrain the restless Hart. Claude walked skillfully all the way to the innermost room, which was Hintrea's residence.

He hesitated for a moment, organized his words, and then raised his hand to knock on the door.

But the door opened by itself the moment his fingers fell, and Xinteleya walked out, her body dry, not even her hair was stained by any rain.

"What's wrong? Do you have anything to do with me?"

"Hey! ...You won't be following me all day, right?"

Claude asked the question without hesitation. He would not and did not need to beat around the bush with the other party. He also absolutely trusted the other party. As long as the other party answered, he would choose to believe it.

"Yes."

"..."

Claude suddenly didn't know what to say. Although he had already made some guesses, after the other party really admitted it, he found that he had not figured out how to respond.

"Isn't this my job? There are so many assassins watching you right now, so of course I have to protect you in secret."

However, Xinteleya had already thought of her own excuse, and this would also make it easier for her to follow him openly in the future. It could be said to be a win-win situation - she won twice.

"Is that so? Although I don't think I need to...Okay, okay, of course you can follow me."

Claude raised his hands in surrender and accepted the other party's arrangement.

"Can I follow you, too? If you really encounter an assassination, you'll need a mage, right?"

Just when New Traiya thought it had won a huge victory, Yelena appeared from nowhere and made a new proposal with a serious look on her face.

"Then I want one too, Xiao Ke is awesome!!"

Ceobe, with the burrito's hot sauce still on her mouth, suddenly came out and hugged Claude's arm.

"Carta Vialls!! Don't leave me behind again!!"

Hart, who was always with her, also jumped out, still calling out Claude's name from his previous life.

"None of you know how to pretend! Stop it!"

Xinteleya's angry shouting echoed in the room, but was soon drowned out by even more chaotic noise waves.

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 179: Troop Deployment

"Can you finally say it?"

Looking at Hart who had walked behind him and put his arm around his waist, Claude asked with a smile.

When he first met Hart and Herag, Claude learned from them that Hart could not speak. He later checked her throat but found nothing wrong with it. It was just that her vocal cords had not been used for a long time and her pronunciation was not accurate. Having been with Hart for decades, Claude immediately understood what this guy was doing.

It wasn't that she couldn't speak because of some physical defect, but she didn't want to speak at all. In her opinion, it was meaningless. Hart had lived too long, even for a griffin, so she knew a lot of things, more than some humans. She could even distinguish the tiny expressions of humans and understand what they meant. She had spent decades fighting with Claude like that.

The habits formed by time in people or creatures have terrible power and cannot be easily changed. For Hart, she already has fixed ideas and can tell what Herag and her mother want to say, so there is no need to learn those languages. Maybe she tried before, but found that it was too obscure and difficult to understand, so she gave up completely. Anyway, it would not hinder her communication with others.

The same goes for Claude. Many of his habits from his previous life cannot be changed, such as getting up on time every day, cleaning the house as quickly as possible, drinking only one glass of wine at most... It's not because he doesn't have the ability to change, but because there is no need.

Later, the long period of not using her vocal cords had some negative effects on her throat, which led to Hellagur's misjudgment that his daughter was born with a disability. However, Claude knew this girl's character and believed that she was just lazy.

Under Claude's urging, Hart was able to start learning the language again at the age of 17. He suffered terribly every day, and he and Ceobe sympathized with each other. The two of them have now become close enough to live and eat together.

Then again, Claude had not expected that Hart would be able to learn to speak so quickly. He had expected that even if Hart was very smart, it would take him at least two or three years to learn how to speak fluently.

"Yes... a lot."

"Then I'll test you later."

Hart's expression froze, and a look of deep regret clearly appeared on his round face.

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Catavials, this name means blue cold wind in the imperial language, which is a very northern name, but if it is called in daily life, it seems a bit too long. So according to local customs, his parents would call him Yar, which can be translated into Chinese as Xiaofeng…………

After suppressing the nostalgic feeling from his mind, Claude quickly made arrangements. Otherwise, what would it mean if he went out and everyone followed him? Would he still be able to work at that time?

So Miss Xinteleia finally achieved her goal and was able to follow Claude when he went out to take some precautions.

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The city's import and export report for today has been sent over. I will be able to finish processing this traffic report in three minutes. The planting module of the city has been hit by pests and diseases. Although personnel have been dispatched to deal with it in time, no exact report has been sent in yet. I don't know what the situation is. The security situation in District 12 has deteriorated. Shadows have been dispatched there to investigate, and the results should be available soon...

This is an office with plain decoration, just like any middle-class family's study in the city, with tables and chairs made of solid wood, but not precious wood. There are some decorations, but they are just cheap things, and the source stone lamp still uses energy rods that cost dozens of yuan each, which are replaced every month.

But this is the absolute center of the entire Chernobyl. All laws and decrees must be decided here before they can be officially implemented. The sound of fingers tapping on the keyboard is endless here all day long. Every day, dozens of staff members help Tallulah and others handle various government affairs. In order to keep secrets, these people are carefully selected and have guaranteed loyalty. They are old people who joined the integration movement a long time ago. They also have to undergo continuous review by the Shadow Force before they can continue to stay in this office. If there is any flaw, they will be immediately removed.

Tallulah worked 12 hours a day, and after getting home from get off work, she would stay in her dormitory to handle government affairs for a while before going to sleep peacefully. This was certainly not a good habit, but Draco's strong physical fitness allowed her to do so.

The career she has devoted her life to is thriving. She and her colleagues share the same ideal, which is being realized step by step. This is the highest spiritual pursuit of mankind, and no material enjoyment can surpass it. It can bring unparalleled motivation to a person. Tallulah is in this situation now. She works tirelessly every day and often has to wait until Alina comes to drive her away before she leaves the office.

Even if he returns to his own residence, he will work until late at night. Then, early the next morning, he will be the first one to rush to the office full of energy, which brings a lot of pressure to other subordinates.

She is like a flame with plenty of fuel, burning tirelessly, bringing heat to the surroundings and making other people's temperatures consistent with her own.

This also made her subordinates somewhat miserable. After all, the work was already heavy and they had to work overtime every day. However, since Tallulah set an example, they could not say anything. However, day after day, someone was overwhelmed until a Carters employee fainted in the office due to excessive fatigue. Tallulah then realized that not everyone had her vigorous energy and strong body. They were just ordinary people.

Alina also got angry with her, which was rare, and scolded her severely. Then the office schedule finally returned to normal, and she began to follow the schedule she set, but she would still work overtime after returning to her dormitory.

"How are the preparations going?"

A familiar figure came to her side, bent down slightly, and let his long white hair fall to the corner of the table, with a gentle smile in his cold eyes.

Tallulah turned to look at her friend, a smile from the bottom of her heart appearing on her face.

"It's almost done. In two days, all inspections will be completed, the city can be set off, and we can meet that guy Claude."

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 180 Outlook

Spells are a magical way of attacking. They can ignore the protection of most armors and directly attack the flesh underneath. They have unparalleled lethality in war. In addition, it is extremely difficult to train a sorcerer. It takes decades of study and training, and the cost is very high. Therefore, every sorcerer has a high status in the army.

Theoretically, in order to fight against spells, soldiers need to have corresponding resistance and be able to endure the various effects brought about by spell attacks. From this point of view, the Sarkaz have a natural advantage. Each of their races has good spell resistance, which can bring them a natural advantage against warlocks.

Therefore, despite the bad reputation of the Sarkaz in this land, Sarkaz mercenaries are still a hot presence in the mercenary market, and many people are willing to hire them to kill people for them. The various wars that Sarkaz mercenaries have fought to survive have further deteriorated their image in the hearts of people in other countries.

This also makes the Sarkaz naturally have a filter in the eyes of other races, and they will look at their actions differently. And this discrimination will make a considerable number of Sarkaz give up on themselves, forming a vicious cycle.

As an experienced Sarkaz mercenary, Mudstone and her team were used to such treatment, and they were well prepared before coming to the city. Especially the generally bad attitude of the Ursus people towards the infected, which made her determined not to have too much interaction with the Ursus people.

The initial development was lackluster. As soon as they arrived in the city, they were caught in a brutal war. The 4th Army of Ursus and the rebels in the city fought a half-month-long battle. From time to time, Ursus troops infiltrated the city, and their job was to eliminate these uninvited teams.

Things had already gone beyond her expectations. She had thought that as a Sarkaz mercenary, she would be sent to the most dangerous battlefield as cannon fodder, and she even had a specific plan. But she didn't expect that the task assigned to them was quite easy, and it was what they were best at. They didn't even need to take the initiative to find the enemy, but the scouts of the Reunion Movement took the initiative to report to them.

They were only responsible for stopping the enemy in a small area and completely destroying them, preventing them from destroying more places. For the war-hardened Sarkaz mercenaries, this was not a difficult problem to solve.

Until then, she still believed that people like her would not be treated well. No one in this land would treat the Sarkaz well, not even themselves. This was not a pessimistic view, but a fact, a fact derived from the continuous accumulation of experience.

But what really surprised her was that after a week of war, the commander of the integration movement really kept his word and provided them with the same treatment as the regular army. Not only were they not treated as consumables, but they won victory after victory under the command of the other side and completely drove out the infiltration troops in the city.

They also had plenty of rest time every day and a dedicated camp. There was no shortage of food, water, weapons, ammunition, bed sheets, and other supplies. Even if they were short of supplies, they could get what they needed just by submitting an application to the quartermaster and getting approval, just like any other soldier in the integration movement.

Just like a normal soldier, they can receive wages and just need to do their job well. This also makes them feel real respect, not insulting pity for them. The Sarkaz never need pity from others, but treat them as warriors and normal people, let them bear the corresponding obligations, and then get the rights and rewards they deserve.

The war did not last long, but the casualties were extremely heavy, both for Ursus and the rebels. The dead soldiers were transported to the city's tombs, and during those peaceful days, people came here to mourn every day. At first, it was only their officers and comrades, but later, Ursus civilians also began to come here in an endless stream, and the place was filled with fresh bouquets of flowers every day.

Sarkaz mercenaries always stop here, and many of them show envy in their eyes. Mudstone also occasionally has such moments, but they still can't really figure out what they envy. Maybe they envy these warriors for having a real destination... whether it's in life or after death.

The war was over, and according to the contract, they could leave the city, and even the Regent would not punish them. After all, the other party had achieved their goal, and there was no need for them, the Sarkaz mercenaries, to stay here any longer.

But none of these mercenary teams left, even though they were used to wandering around and there would be no consequences if they left now, no one was willing to leave. There was something about this city and its people that attracted them, and they didn't know what it was like the Sarkaz, but they instinctively liked it.

Of course, maybe, possibly, part of the reason is that the wages are still paid here, but Mudstone feels from the bottom of his heart that this is not the whole reason.

Looking at the infected people moving freely on the streets, although they were wearing monitoring devices, each of them looked at ease, without the slightest fear or hatred.

The residents who passed by them had long been accustomed to their existence and would not even give them a second glance. No store would refuse entry to the infected. All ten hospitals in the city had specialized departments for mineral diseases, selling infection inhibitors at very low prices compared to other places.

People would not have any fear of the Reunification Movement soldiers in black uniforms. These well-equipped and cold-looking warriors often patrolled the city in columns. The sound of their thick-soled boots stepping on the ground was loud and heavy, but every resident who met them would smile and nod at them, and give them something from time to time. Although the disciplined soldiers would not accept it, the residents were always happy to do this.

Mudstone looked at the scene quietly, a scene so strange, yet so precious. This city did not seem to have much in common with Ursus, but who could have imagined what it looked like just two years ago?

Looking at those majestic soldiers, a different wish arose in Mudstone's heart.

Casimir's New Chapter: Article 181

As we all know, in an icy and snowy environment, people's limbs are more susceptible to frostbite because the blood flow rate is relatively slow and the heat brought by the blood is not enough to resist the extreme cold. In the worst environment, the fingers, toes, ears, noses and other extremities may become fragile due to the extreme cold, and some minor bumps will cause them to fall to the ground. Even a large army will suffer serious non-combat casualties if it does not take appropriate measures, which will greatly reduce the morale of the army.

For thousands of years, enemies who invaded Ursus always encountered such difficulties. The severe cold here is beyond the imagination of people in any other corner of this land. The Ursus people also affectionately call the severe cold and snow here "General Winter". The reason why they can adapt to the climate here is not only because of their naturally strong physique, but also because of various warm-keeping measures, whether it is thick walls, narrow windows, or thick gloves and shoes.

After all, they are all flesh and blood. Even if they can resist the cold, it will not be to that outrageous degree. But this also brings a problem. The feet covered in thick shoes are natural petri dishes for bacterial fermentation. It is okay if they wear socks, but if they don’t wear socks, the smell in the soldiers’ dormitory will always make people stay away.

Moreover, many soldiers were too lazy to clean their feet and socks due to heavy training and combat missions. As more and more sweat and bacteria accumulated in them, their feet would become a kind of biological weapon. Claude hated this situation, so in the military regulations he promulgated, there were clear provisions to deal with this situation.

"In a bivouac with hot water, soldiers must clean their feet every day, and socks must be washed every two days... Are you sure you want to include this?"