Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

Claude felt his breathing pause, and the tingling sensation began to spread in his chest again, making his heart beat faster, but he did not feel uncomfortable. Instead, a feeling of joy surged from his heart. This joy came so suddenly that it made him pause where he was.

The air also became quiet, with only the long and gentle breathing of the two people. As if something was pushing them, Margaret involuntarily took another small step forward, shortening the distance between them to 20 centimeters. The beating of her heart became faster and faster, and Claude's ears clearly heard another rapid beating.

There was a strange emotion in Margaret's eyes, which made Claude's breathing become a little rapid. It was not because of lack of oxygen caused by fatigue, but for some fundamental reason. The two were attracted to each other and got closer and closer. Margaret's eyes seemed to be glowing, and the crystal clear golden eyes had a strong will.

For some unknown reason, Claude stayed where he was, while Margaret moved closer and closer. Soon, her moist breath blew the hair on his temples, bringing with it a bit of warm moisture, which gave him a strong tingling sensation at the back of his head.

With a bang, Margaret jumped back as if she had been electrocuted, slightly increasing the distance between the two. Her face was already glowing red, her delicate lips were trembling slightly, and some extremely strong emotions were about to break through the emotional dam and pour out.

Just when Claude thought that the other party would do something out of shyness, Margaret controlled herself with great willpower and spoke haltingly:

"This is a return gift to you... Claude! ...Yes, it is a return gift! Our country has such etiquette, so it is normal!!"

“Hmm…! Okay…”

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It was almost 10 o'clock in the evening, and the gate of the residence was about to be completely locked, but the two men did not speed up. At this distance, they could rush into the door at any time, and even the surveillance cameras could not capture their figures.

Claude wanted to say something, but always gave up after opening his mouth. His intuition told him that the girl next to him had a hot blush on her face, but she walked beside him very firmly.

And something as smooth as silk stretched out from the side and wrapped around Claude's thigh. Of course he knew which one was which...

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 191: Whirling Dance

Compared with all living things, humans have the most complex and intense emotions, but the biggest difference between humans and animals is that they can control their emotions by their own will and think about these emotions through their own wisdom, thus proving that these emotions are not just instinctive.

The heart that was beating too fast made Claude realize what was going on with him. A complex, hot, and unfamiliar emotion began to occupy his mind. The golden ponytail, as smooth as silk, was entangled in his pants. When he walked forward, his hands would always rub against it, bringing a warm and smooth touch.

Just like pressing a switch, he suddenly felt that Margaret's tail was very beautiful, like a golden cloud, dignified and elegant. He would never have had such an idea before, but perhaps it was the nature of being a member of the Kuranta race, Margaret's tail always made him care.

Even though the automatic door was not far away, they had delayed for a long time. With a loud warning sound, the automatic door began to close slowly. The two of them sped up at the same time, and Margaret's tail also loosened from Claude's legs.

Although the two were extremely fast and approached the gate in the blink of an eye, the gap was only 50 centimeters wide at this moment. Claude took a step forward and stepped into the door, then turned around and grabbed Margaret's hand, planted his feet firmly on the ground, and pulled hard with his hips, pulling Margaret in at the last moment when the automatic door closed.

It seemed that he pulled too hard and Margaret bumped into him directly, destroying his center of gravity at the moment. He quickly adjusted his steps and subconsciously hugged Margaret's waist. As their steps crossed, the two of them drew an arc in the corridor, and the hems of their clothes and cloaks were lifted in the air, catching the moonlight from the window.

The two of them hugged each other in this empty corridor. Margaret's arms tightly hugged Claude's back. It was hard to tell whether it was an instinct at that moment or his own intention.

The two of them maintained this state, neither of them taking any action without authorization. The silvery moonlight illuminated half of their faces, leaving the other half covered in darkness... After a long time, Margaret slowly loosened her hand, slid down from Claude's shoulder, and hesitated to step away.

The rough texture on her fingers made Margaret's eyes widen in surprise. Claude held her hand with his slender fingers. The rough skin on his palm, which had been roughened by years of wielding swords, felt hard to the touch. He pressed her hand on his shoulder.

Claude raised his head, starlight reflected in his eyes, hesitant for a moment, but soon made up his mind.

"That's not necessary, Margaret...you can come a little closer."

A deep and magnetic voice rang in Margaret's ears, making her ears itch. And this itching sensation was flowing along her neck and spine, making her feel like there was a fire burning on her face, and quickly produced a strong warmth, which surrounded her and made her consciousness quickly become dizzy.

The two people were like statues, immersed in this atmosphere and did not move for a long time.

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Margaret suddenly came to her senses. The close distance between them made her unable to suppress her shyness any longer. She quickly took a step back to create some distance between them. Her hand naturally slid down from Claude's shoulder and stopped in mid-air.

Claude also reacted immediately. It was already late and he should go back to the dormitory. Most dormitories in Rhode Island were four-person rooms, but as guests, each of them had a single room. He had already stayed here for too long.

"Well, goodnight Margaret...I am very happy today."

Margaret slowly put down her hand, feeling a strange feeling in her heart.

"Good night, Claude, see you tomorrow."

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Both of them were very decisive. After saying goodbye, they walked towards their own rooms without any intention of looking back.

"Margaret...?"

The voice from behind made her freeze in place. She slowly turned her head and saw Claude looking at her as well.

"Are you free tomorrow? Maybe we can guide them together..."

"Of course, I'll wait for you at the training ground tomorrow..."

The girl's brilliant smile, like golden sunlight, illuminated the dark corridor.

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As soon as he walked into his room, Claude's finger had already pressed the switch. The light came on, illuminating every corner of the room, and also illuminated a figure sitting on the bed.

"Why don't you go back to your room so late?"

Claude took off his coat and hung it on the hanger beside him, with only a thin white shirt on his upper body. But on Rhodes Island, which was getting closer and closer to Sargon, the temperature had risen significantly, and it would only get higher in the next few days. By then, Claude would probably be used to wearing a shirt.

"Did I disturb you and Margaret from being intimate?... Can you get closer? How much closer do you want?!!"

The person sitting on the bed sheet was Xinteleia, twirling her hair around her fingers out of boredom, but the expression on her face was not pretty. The ends of her long hair were slightly curled, and it was obvious how much effort she was putting in.

The black longbow was placed beside the bed, and the quiver was leaning against the bedside table. It seemed that she had already made up her mind to wait for him here.

Claude scratched his nose awkwardly. After saying that sentence by accident, even he felt a little embarrassed when hearing it from Cintria. But he quickly calmed down and said with a teasing smile:

"You can also come closer. I have never rejected you..."

“Tsk…! You’re so smooth-talking…”

Cintria turned her head away, but she couldn't hide her hot face, and her fingers couldn't help but clench the bed sheets. Claude smiled slightly, turned around and opened the bathroom door.

When he turned around, as expected, Xinteleya had slipped away from somewhere, leaving only slightly wrinkled bed sheets as proof of her arrival, and nothing else.

Claude naturally went to the closet, found a bath towel and some clothes to change into and took a bath. Although this was a bit of a luxury on the landship, Claude still felt it was necessary.

ps: I feel so uncomfortable today. My head and throat hurt. I sat in front of the computer for a long time but couldn’t write anything.

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 192: Battle Formation and Squad Composition

Sleeping is a kind of relaxation for the body and a kind of enjoyment for the spirit. People use this behavior to relieve physical fatigue and mental stress. Wrapping oneself in a soft quilt is like returning to the arms of a mother, comfortable and safe. Most people stay in bed because the life after getting up forms a strong contrast with the feeling when staying in bed, which makes people even more reluctant to wake up.

But for those with strong willpower, this is not a problem at all. They can endure and bear much more than this, and some of them who have developed a habit can even wake up in time before the alarm goes off. It seems that the alarm clock is only used to prove his self-discipline.

Although there are always people on duty in Rhodes Island's cafeteria, food is not available 24 hours a day. Extra food is only available for sale at certain times. This is also for the convenience of the operators on duty, so that when they return to the cafeteria from the cold wind, they can have steaming hot meals to warm their bodies.

Therefore, for some people who like to stay in bed, if no one brings them food, they are destined to miss breakfast. In some extreme cases, they may even miss lunch and have a big meal at night.

Claude certainly wouldn't oversleep, but someone would bring him food, so there was no need for him to rush. So he slowed down his pace a little today, came to the door at 7:00, and opened it.

Xinteleya raised her hand and was about to knock on the door, but after seeing this, she rolled her eyes at him, then walked in and put the breakfast in her hand on the table. It was a very Ursus-style borscht and soft bread, which was still steaming.

Claude walked to the table, and the two of them naturally ate their breakfast. In addition to beets, the borscht also contained carrots, potatoes, diced meat and other ingredients, occupying half of the bowl. It was more like a bowl of porridge than a soup. In the extremely cold Ursus, people relied on such food to provide themselves with energy for activities.

"By the way, try this and see if it suits your taste."

Xinteleya took out two white doughs from the food box. The plump white dough had spiral patterns on one end and was steaming.

"This seems to be a food from Yan Country. The operators of Rhodes Island like to eat this very much, so I bought a few to try."

The world-weary heart writes the postscript of the eagle's successor

Cintria looked up in confusion and found that Claude was stunned. He looked at the two dough balls carefully, reached out to pick up one and broke it open. A burst of hot air rushed up, leaving a slight mist on his forehead, revealing the filling made of tofu and vermicelli, mixed with a lot of diced carrots.

Put it in your mouth, take a bite, and chew slowly. The soft dough and delicious fillings create a unique taste in your mouth, making you feel satisfied and comfortable. It is a delicacy that reminds you of home.

"I didn't expect to be able to eat this? ... If you add some meat to it, it should be more delicious, although this tastes very delicious too."

Claude's sigh was heard by Xintelaiya, and the fact that he seemed very familiar with this kind of food also made her feel puzzled. After all, Claude was a native of Casimir. According to the transportation conditions in this world, he should not be able to eat this kind of specialty food of Yan Country. Even she just heard of it for the first time.

"This thing is called a bun. It's a convenient and delicious food. I've eaten it many times before, but I haven't eaten it much since."

"?! Isn't it called dumplings? Did I see it wrong? ... No, it's clearly pronounced this way on the sign..."

Claude seemed to be hesitant to speak. He finally understood the feeling of Chinese people when faced with strange misunderstandings by foreigners. He wanted to explain, but didn't know where to start.

"The cooking staff must have made a mistake. Dumplings are smaller than this, with thinner skin and a semi-circular shape... and they are eaten after being boiled in water."

"How do you know so much about Yan Country's food? I almost thought you grew up in Yan Country."

Claude smiled and shook his head, then ate the remaining bun in two or three bites.

"That's not a problem. I did grow up in a similar place, but it's just similar, not the same thing..."

After drinking the remaining borscht in two gulps, Claude wiped his mouth, then took the initiative to go to the sink and cleaned the plates for both of them. If Hinterea brought him food, he would naturally have to take on this responsibility. It was also a tacit understanding between them.

The stuff used to clean grease and wash dishes in this world is not as convenient as dishwashing liquid, but a powder that needs to be dissolved in water before washing. It can not only remove grease, but also wash away most of the Originium particles. Because of this, it is very popular in this world, and that company should become a huge chaebol very quickly.

"What are you going to do today?"

Just as Claude was washing the dishes, Hinterea suddenly asked a question with a subtle tone.

"You should have heard everything yesterday. I'm going to train my cheap students and see how they progress. The training ground here is open all day. I'm going to leave soon... Do you want to come with me?"

Xinteleya nodded in agreement without any hesitation, as if this was her original purpose.

"Then bring your weapons. You should be able to give that boy some guidance."

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This is an elite team, no one can deny this. Not only do they have sophisticated and appropriate weapons and equipment, but they also have unparalleled tacit understanding. Eye contact alone is enough to complete the task. This cannot be accomplished overnight, but must be established through countless life-and-death battles in life and death. Everyone has absolute trust in other members and can safely leave their backs to each other.

If they were to be judged based on the squad's actions, they had already fully met Claude's standards. Large-scale battles in formation were not the same as small-scale local conflicts. To resolve local conflicts, such squads were the most appropriate, and they placed greater emphasis on the quality of each operator, and actions required more sophisticated plans and budgets.

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 193 Tactics and Strategy

War is an activity that requires many people to join. Dozens of people hacking and killing each other is not a war, but a fight. The people who deal with them are not soldiers, but police. A real war requires that every link has someone responsible, and requires strong cohesion and organization to effectively mobilize an army.

Each person has a different position and is responsible for different things. The mission of the scouts is to detect the enemy's position and situation, the mission of the vanguard is to tear open the gap in the enemy's defense line to create a loophole for the army, and at the same time inspire the courage of all knights, the mission of the grassroots officers is to strengthen the organization of the army's grassroots, so that they can make the right response when orders are issued... Every branch of the army and every person has their own unique position on the battlefield.

It is the duty of generals to arrange thousands of people to appropriate places. They need to coordinate the situation on the battlefield, perceive every change in the war, and lay the foundation for victory in the local battlefield.

At the next level, they are not responsible for specific tactics. Tactics are naturally taken care of by the commanders at the front. The commanders at this level are responsible for formulating strategies, and what they need to think about is a larger and more holistic thing. After all, they are responsible for and command an entire army or even several legions, with tens or even hundreds of thousands of lives. Some minor details are no longer something they should consider.

As for Claude and the A4 team, they already have an excellent commander in the form of Doctor, so there is naturally no need for Claude to plan for them. Moreover, the combat tactics of this kind of team are often adapted to local conditions and can only be effective if planned on the spot. Therefore, the only advice Claude can provide to them now is guidance on personal martial arts and the key points of cooperation.

Although he didn't need to worry about this as the leader of the legion, decades of fighting had allowed him to accumulate enough experience. After all, a responsible commander should understand each of his subordinates so that they would appear in the right place at the right time.

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The training spear in his hand stabbed heavily and accurately hit the side of the shield, which immediately caused a strong displacement force on the wrist of the shield holder, which happened to be the center line that was firmly suppressed. Having just blocked the previous attack and with his attention relaxed, a general novice would most likely let the shield slip out of his hand in this blow, and without a shield in his hand, he had no chance of winning against the spearman's attack.

But this attack was firmly blocked, and Cardi adjusted the direction of the shield in time to unload the force to his feet. At the same time, a black long knife floated from the side like a ghost and wiped towards Claude's neck.

A crossbow arrow shot silently from the side of Rosanna's chest. If there was a slight deviation, it would have pierced the girl's chest. This was a blow that the thin armor could never withstand. Just as Claude smiled and wanted to take a step back, a white light of magic circled in a perfect arc and hit his leg armor from the side. Although it did not break through the defense, it made his movement pause slightly.

This was a long-planned attack. After a long period of preparation, the mage finally seized the opportunity and used a charged spell to successfully shake Claude's body. The two swords and a crossbow arrow were pointing directly at Claude's vital points, as if in the next moment, this powerful knight would be defeated by the combined efforts of the four of them.

This is of course impossible... Their little movements could not be hidden from Claude's perception, but this response can be considered extremely excellent. This series of coordination and actions, even when facing a Sarkaz Centurion, has a good chance of winning.

The tip of the gun shook, and the white cold light turned into several cold stars. At the same time, several crisp steel collision sounds were heard. Because the sounds were too dense and fast, they sounded like one sound. The long sword in Rosalina's hand flew out of her hand, and the flying crossbow arrow was heavily slammed to the ground. Before they could react, Claude directly knocked Kati away and rushed into their formation.

Then, these elite operators who were already famous on Rhodes Island flew into the sky like rag dolls one after another, and then slowly landed on the ground. The green airflow supported their bodies as if they fell on a cushion.

"You did a great job, much better than I thought. If two years ago I could say that your will was not strong enough and your cooperation was a little immature, now I can no longer find any mistakes..."

Claude did not hesitate to praise them. In just two short years, these children had grown to this point. Although this was enough to make people think about how brutal the oppression of the infected was, their outstanding talents could not be denied. Most of these operators who may or may not have had combat experience when they joined Rhodes Island had tragic life experiences, which made their wills much more resolute than those of their peers, and made it easier for them to become elite operators.

"Mr. Claude, you are too kind... There are many people who are much better than us... And we still didn't last more than three minutes."

The Walber boy, with his snow-white ears and big fluffy tail, looked a little ashamed, obviously thinking that Claude's praise was a bit too much for them.

The others had already gotten up from the ground, and judging by their expressions, they must have had the same idea. When the training just started at 9:00, they were all full of confidence, thinking that they had made great progress in the past two years and would definitely make more breakthroughs. At least they could hold on for a little longer, but in the past they could only hold on for three minutes at most, and now it was still three minutes, which made the players a little frustrated, as if all their past efforts had been in vain.

Only the purple-haired kitten remained energetic. He was not hit at all. Instead, he had a thoughtful expression.

"...Do you think there are many people who can hold out in my hands for three minutes?..."

Claude sat on the ground, holding the gun barrel. The slender gun barrel was like a black flagpole, but it had lost its symbol of glory. It stood proudly and tenaciously in the wind.

"No, we don't think so..."

"Although it may sound like bragging, I rarely run into opponents. The few who were slightly stronger didn't stop me for five minutes. You won't often encounter strong enemies like me. With your current strength, it's enough to deal with most situations... So there's no point in being extraneous. You are truly elites."

The spring breeze has awakened most of the buds and leaves, but there are still a steady stream of seedlings growing vigorously, hopefully becoming new towering trees...

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 1: Things Are Not Good ()

During the years that Margaret was traveling, she did not use her sword or spear, but a simple combination of shield and hammer. This also demonstrated her determination to protect her companions. She was considered a martial arts genius, and even with weapons like hammer and shield, she reached the level of a master in a very short time.

The experience she had accumulated was extremely valuable. Under normal circumstances, this kind of thing that was obtained at the cost of one's life often had to be paid for in this world. However, Margaret was happy that she could help these teenagers, and she came to the training ground early to prepare. Rhodes Island also made it convenient for her, and spread the news that she was going to teach shield usage skills among the combat operators. In order to see the famous Knight of Glory, many people waited here before dawn.

Each team has a heavy-armored operator to protect everyone. The employment rate of this profession is quite high, so there are hundreds of operators gathered here. Claude, who was originally prepared to listen to the class like a student, had to participate and maintain order, and quickly made them line up.

Cintrea did not join in. She was still not used to being exposed in public, so she hid on the crane tower of Rhodes Island, letting the shadow of the steel cover herself. But feeling that familiar gaze, Claude knew that the other party's attention had always been here, and most of the time it was focused on himself.

Claude, who was used to this kind of attention, didn't care. Cheers and screams could be heard from Margaret's class next to him, making this place look more like some large-scale concert than a training ground. Many people were red-faced and cheering at the top of their lungs.

Margaret was a knight accustomed to being the center of attention. Even in front of these fanatical fans, she did not show any stage fright. She spoke calmly about her experience in using the shield and the relevant action points. The shield lifted the air in the venue, making a humming sound. Although each move was slow, it was full of terrifying momentum. A small shield seemed to be as insurmountable as the steel wall of Ursus.

The blonde female knight was mighty and awe-inspiring, and her every move attracted the attention of others. She soon became the absolute center of the training ground. When the operators who were training in other training grounds heard the noise here, they would rush to take a look even if they had not received the news. As a result, more and more people came here, not only heavy-armored operators, but also guards and special operators. Claude even saw a few operators with bows and crossbows coming to join in the fun. Two-thirds of the people who made the most noise in the crowd were female operators, just like fans chasing stars, they were just short of holding glow sticks in their hands.