Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

Chouyu felt uncomfortable. He reached out and touched it, but it felt rough, as if there were grains of sand on his face. He put his hand down and found that it was really covered with yellow sand. He looked around in confusion, wondering why there was such sand here.

What was particularly strange was that the expressions of those fierce and brutal gang members were extremely stiff at this moment, and their legs were even trembling. They clearly saw the guy who would often beat them for no reason when they were rummaging through the garbage. The color of the pants on their legs became noticeably darker, and a turbid yellow color flowed down the trouser legs to the uppers of their shoes, and a foul smell began to spread.

He suddenly realized that this was a good opportunity to escape. Although he didn't know why they had that expression, no one was paying attention to him now. So he slowly squatted down, got on all fours, secretly placed the machete on the ground without making much noise, and then approached the sewer entrance next to him at a slow and steady pace.

Still no one came to stop him. He secretly sighed at his good luck. When he got close to the sewer, he nimbly got into the uncovered sewer. Until his feet were in the sewage and he walked a long way, he suddenly heard a scream coming from above his head. He was so scared that he quickened his pace again.

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"What are you doing here? Get your stuff ready!"

A heavy slap in the face brought the thin young man back to his senses. He was wearing only a tattered shirt that was blackened by sweat, dust and various dirt, and a pair of trousers with half the legs cut off. These were originally long trousers, but he found them in the garbage dump and tore off the lower legs to adapt to the hot weather of the past two days.

What he wore on his feet was even more shabby. He made a pair of simple flip-flops by piercing several holes in two large plastic bottles and using plastic ropes to make them. There were even a few pitch-black crystals on his ankles, revealing his identity as an infected person.

Such an image would not be welcomed anywhere in this world. Even if he did nothing, as long as he showed up in the city, the police would catch him in a few minutes. If he was lucky, they would throw him back to the slums. If he was unlucky, he would be beaten and thrown back.

This personal experience made him understand the prosperity of the other half of the city better than other slum residents, and also aroused his jealousy: Why don't they have to worry about mineral sickness? Why can they all have enough food? Why don't they have to get beaten? …………

What had driven him to come here, holding the sharpened steel pipe tightly in his hand, ready to do something...

Of course he wouldn't dare to do it alone, but for some reason recently, there was suddenly a lot more anger in the slums towards those people in Longmen who lived a decent life. He easily found many people with the same idea. Led by the eldest brother, they came here. The noisy sound outside was unique to the urban area of ​​Longmen. There would be no such sound in the slums. Each of them was extremely sure.

He shook his head. The slap did not hurt him. He usually received much heavier beatings than this. He just silently grasped the steel pipe in his hand. It was a section of water pipe with a sharp cut. When the hollow structure pierced into the human body, a lot of blood would flow out. It was the best way to kill people.

For some reason, their burly boss had a nervous expression on his face. The flesh on his face twitched from time to time, and the big machete in his hand kept rubbing against the trash can next to him, making a small and sharp sound.

He didn't know when the action would start, so he could only wait for the boss's words. However, it was impossible for a group of people who gathered hastily to have any discipline. After a long time, some people couldn't help whispering to each other, and some kept making small movements, and burping and farting never stopped.

But the boss had no intention of caring at all. He knew very well what he was here for. He had already accepted the money to buy his life, and he had to do it today. Since they were all going to die anyway, there was no need to care so much.

From time to time, he looked at the broken watch on his hand. Under the broken glass, the pointer vaguely shuttled through the white cracks and slowly moved towards a predetermined position.

Yanguo, Longmen and Victoria: Chapter 1 Conspiracy ()

A full 20 Longmen coins were enough to buy his life. As for those behind him, each of them only had 3, and some even had nothing. They followed them in a fit of anger. Although they were a bunch of bastards, bastards also had their own rules. After taking the money and settling down their families, there was no way back. He had to die here today, otherwise he would be faced with a fate more terrible than death.

What's even more outrageous is that he has to die on time. He has to cause a riot on the street at 12:06 noon. There can't be the slightest deviation, so he stared nervously at the broken watch in his hand, and the tip of the big knife in his hand kept grinding on the concrete road, scraping off layer after layer of debris.

It was difficult for him to tell the time, not only because of the broken glass of the dial, but also because he had just learned how to read the time on it. In order to prevent himself from forgetting this skill, he had to check it several times every minute.

He reached out and stroked his very short head, each hair was only half a centimeter long, this was to prevent someone from chopping his head and not being able to find the wound in time to sew it up. But now his hands were completely soaked with sweat, in his panic he was like a rotten balloon filled with water, sweating all the time.

Seeing that the time had reached 12:04 and it was time to take action, he gripped the handle of the machete tightly, and then rubbed the blade on the cement road several times, rubbing out a large area of ​​sparks. The knife was already very sharp and did not need to be sharpened, but he knew that this was to give him courage, so he stood up and whispered:

"Walk."

The noisy gang immediately quieted down. After all, they were going to fight to the death. Everyone clenched their simple weapons and looked at the world outside the alley with hatred.

They bent down subconsciously, and then rushed out at once under the leadership of their leader in front. The noise of vehicles and the conversations of the crowd suddenly became clear.

“Cut it!!”

With a slogan, their boss raised his machete first and chased after the office worker who was fleeing nearby.

“Cut it!!!”

“Kill them!!”

The sharp edge of the blade was soon covered with blood, and screams of terror resounded throughout the area. The fights these people had experienced were unimaginable to the wealthy civilians of Longmen. This had become their instinct, just like slaughtering pigs and sheep, they cut down those office workers and civilians who were running around one by one with their swords.

The machete in his hand cut through the cloth and penetrated deep into the flesh, and the hot blood sprayed on his face and hands. The young man felt something in his heart awaken, and he chose the next target without hesitation, and the machete in his hand danced as fast as chopping vegetables. Seeing these well-dressed people under the blade at this moment, there was no difference between them and the garbage being hacked to death like himself in the slums. They would feel the pain, scream, and cry, and urinate and excrete feces.

I am no different from them...

He suddenly had an epiphany. He knew what was going on. He was a human being, and they were human beings too. There wouldn't be much difference. To confirm this, he didn't hesitate to chop down an old lady next to him. He watched the old lady, who was already old and wearing many jewels, wailing as she covered her stomach and tried to stuff the organs back.

He had never seen an old lady that old in the slums because none of them lived that long.

He looked at the old woman with interest. She had lived for so long, but her physical condition was still very healthy. Even with her abdomen cut open, she continued to wail for more than ten minutes before she slowly stopped moving.

That feeling suddenly disappeared again. Feeling somewhat dissatisfied, he raised his head to look for his next target.

This clear realization made him very happy, and his heart beat more and more frequently because of joy. He had to continue this feeling, so he tore a piece of clothing from a corpse next to him and wiped his blood-soaked hands clean, while also avoiding slipping.

The chaos began to spread. They threw homemade smoke bombs, blocking the view of the entire street, causing the civilians here to run around like headless flies, and then they were caught up and knocked down one by one.

Just when they thought that this hearty killing would continue forever and they would forget about their current situation, a shrill scream suddenly came from the side. This was not strange at all, there were wailing and screaming everywhere, but those who could survive in the slums until now could recognize who made this scream.

The people who were killing people turned their heads to look at their boss. A petite white-haired girl was standing in the middle of a pile of meat. The meat was cut very neatly and scattered on the ground in a circle. Their boss was nowhere to be found. Only the meat and internal organs around him were emitting hot steam.

Two shining daggers were held in the girl's slender white fingers. Fresh blood was flowing slowly along the blades to the tips of the swords. As the girl's fingers and wrists moved slightly, the daggers turned in her hands, shaking off the blood stains.

"It seems like he was killed by mistake. He should have been left alone... Claude still has something to ask him..."

As if she had accidentally stepped on a bug, the girl's voice was very calm, ignoring the people around her who had just been chopped into pieces by her.

"Then you are useless, a bunch of inedible prey..."

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The Longmen Guards, who arrived at the scene within three minutes of the riot, saw a scene like this: more than a dozen ordinary Longmen citizens were lying on the ground, their lives unknown. They were surrounded by broken limbs and arms, and the strong smell of blood almost dyed the sky red. Such a cruel scene made some novice police officers vomit immediately, and even the experienced veteran police officers turned pale at this moment.

Almost everyone thought that the vicious criminals had left here, which was why they left behind such a tragic scene. Just as they were about to call for support to block the entire city, Claude stopped them.

Claude stretched out his fingers and pinched his eyebrows, and Hart obviously did not stop, so the scene became so ugly. His bloodthirsty character really hasn't changed at all.

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Half a month seemed to pass quickly, but when was the score taken? If it were now, the police officers of Longmen Security Bureau felt that it should be the most difficult half a month in their lives.

On average, there are more than a dozen violent incidents every day, and most of them are cases of infected people attacking civilians. In the huge urban area of ​​Longmen, these incidents happen from time to time. It is simply beyond the ability of these thousands of people to cope with them, and sometimes the thugs will succeed in sneak attacks. Although these thugs will be wiped out afterwards, the losses they caused and the dissatisfaction of public opinion before that are undeniable.

Originally, they would be completely unable to cope with such a complicated situation on their own, but for some reason, it seemed as if someone was secretly helping them. Those thugs would often die before they caused much damage, and when they rushed over, all they had to do was collect the bodies.

If not, their losses would have increased several times, instead of being able to barely cope with it as they are now. Although there are voices of dissatisfaction among the people, they are not to the extent that they cannot be controlled.

Of course, the reason why the current situation is still relatively good is also due to an important factor, that is, a superior who was suddenly parachuted in. He does not have any specific position, but can command the entire Guard Bureau.

Mr. Cataviars is a Kuranta. Although he is a foreigner, he is very capable. At the beginning, many people could not be convinced by him, but after a few days of command, he had a clear understanding of the complicated situation in the entire Longmen urban area. He commanded the police officers like an arm, and could often effectively resolve the riots before they happened or in the shortest time after they happened.

It was as if every corner of the entire moving city was in his mind. By now, every policeman had become accustomed to following his orders. As long as the order was issued, the body would move subconsciously. There was no need for too much thinking, as long as the task was completed.

It seemed that the conspiracy of some people had not been accomplished, and Longmen did not fall into chaos as quickly as they expected. The conflict between the infected and ordinary people did not develop to such a fierce degree. But Claude knew very well that the long black worm was preparing a big event for him.

Just like an unfound bomb is the most deterrent, an unclear conspiracy is the most terrifying. Even Claude was a little worried about the big thing Black Snake had done.

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The cold black fog filled the high-rise buildings, as if it had life, constantly corroding the surrounding matter. Wherever it filled, not only the air but even the sound would be swallowed up, and the place would fall into an eerie silence.

Just as the fog was getting more and more out of control, a figure emerged from the thickest part of the black fog, revealing his completely black outfit, a thick military coat, densely packed pipes on his helmet, and a peephole flashing blood-red light. And the iconic blood-red long sword, the Ursus inner guard actually appeared here.

The tall and sturdy inner guard completely absorbed the black mist into his body without leaking any of it. The surroundings immediately returned to normal, as if the mist had never appeared.

He stood on top of the tall building, looking at the prosperous city of Longmen. No one knew what emotions were flashing in the red peephole, and only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard from the mask.

He didn't know what he was looking at, but the next moment he noticed something, and his body turned into a ball of black mist and disappeared here in an instant.

Several black figures leaped over from the rooftop in the distance like weightless feathers, and in a flash they arrived at the place where the inner guard had just stood.

A black cape slowly squatted down, touched the ground with his fingers, then looked at his captain and nodded slightly. The black capes became visibly serious, the situation was even more serious than they thought.

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These are a pair of slender, long, fair and extremely beautiful hands. Anyone who sees these hands will think that this must be a beauty. The nails on the fingers are neatly trimmed, leaving a little length to ensure strength when grasping. The joints are slender and not protruding, making these hands look like they are carved from the finest jade.

And this is indeed a beauty, with silver-gray hair shining dazzlingly in the moonlight. The fitted and unique clothes outline her slender figure, and the perfect and delicate face is extremely white in the silver moonlight. However, there is an unhappy arc at the corner of her bright lips.

Kashena tapped the paper in front of her with her fingers. This was an extremely simple space. There were spots of rust on the surrounding steel walls, and damp water was flowing on the ground. It was dirty and dilapidated.

Even the place where the woman was sitting was just a collapsed boiler pipe. The black paint on it had long since peeled off, and dim rust was dotted everywhere. A thick layer of dust made everything look hazy.

This was obviously not a comfortable place, but the woman's anger was not due to the environment... maybe it had something to do with it.

The real reason why she was angry was that the plan was not being executed smoothly, just like the Yan people always pay attention to the right temperature when cooking. The current temperature is still far from right, and she can't cook a good meal, or even eat it. In the end, she will shoot herself in the foot.

The one who poured cold water on her anger was once again Claude, as if he was her natural enemy. No matter what she did, he would always find a way to stop her.

It's not like she hadn't thought about dealing with Claude, the troublemaker, but his strength was extraordinary. She tried to poison him, but the poison that could corrode even his soul was useless. What's more, he was not alone, but had a powerful force, which was even enough to compete with Ursus now.

What frightened her the most was that the enemy had conquered Casimir without bloodshed in just one year and became the real leader of the country. You know, although Casimir was not a match for Ursus, it was actually the only country that had survived so many wars under Ursus and still survived.

Such a serious concern also made it determined to solve it at all costs this time. In order to be foolproof, it gathered more strength in this body. In other words, now this body is gathering a lot of its souls. If it fails, it will also suffer great losses.

But we can’t wait any longer…Neither Ursus nor it can wait any longer…

Yan Kingdom, Longmen and Victoria: Chapter 2 Conspiracy ()

Chernobyl is moving at full speed, which is the highest speed since the mobile city was designed. Although there is some room for maneuver, it will still cause considerable damage to the city's framework. If it is not necessary, the city's decision makers will rarely give this order.

The tracks that are hundreds of meters wide roll over the ground. No matter how rough the road is, it will become smooth after passing through the city. What's more, this is a main route that has been made extremely flat by the mobile cities coming and going. Therefore, when Chernobyl is driving on this route, the residents of the city will not even feel the ground shaking too much.

Soldiers, led by officers, were making preparations in various parts of the city in units of 500. The mission had already been made clear. They needed to receive hundreds of thousands of infected and non-infected people. This was a huge task, and many of these people were accustomed to committing crimes, so they needed harsher laws to make them face reality.

New resettlement houses have been cleared, and those who are about to become the city’s new residents need to accept government-arranged jobs in exchange for food. Their daily routines will be strictly controlled until they prove that they will not pose a threat to social security, only then can they be given the right to choose their own jobs like ordinary residents.

All these regulations seemed a bit too strict, but although Claude sympathized with the residents of the slums, he was also well aware of the low average moral level there. Directly releasing them into the city without any preparation would have a great impact on Chernobyl's public security. By then, the executioner would probably have to chop off hundreds of heads every day.

Therefore, these people must be managed and educated in a unified way, so that they can understand the core ideas of the integration movement and completely break away from their past living habits, so that they can truly live in the city. And these hundreds of thousands of people must be managed strongly by the army, otherwise all kinds of messy accidents may occur, especially when his enemies are watching them covetously.

The panels produced in the factory are cut and processed uniformly to form various modular houses. The insulation material filled in the middle can keep it at a suitable temperature, and then the workers transport it to a unified location for installation, thus forming a resettlement area.

The continuous establishment of such resettlement areas in various parts of the city has also attracted the attention of many Chernobyl people. Although they have known the relevant news for a long time, people still feel uneasy because a large number of infected people will come to the city this time. Although due to the propaganda and long-term influence of the integration movement, the city’s attitude towards the infected has been greatly improved, and ordinary residents look at the infected from the perspective of infected patients, but the habits they have developed in the first half of their lives are not easily changed, and they will still feel fear and wariness of the infected.

To solve this problem, we cannot rely on the army. This is the job of Alina's propaganda department. They are responsible for alleviating public dissatisfaction, guiding the direction of urban public opinion and promoting the concept of the integration movement.

In Claude's eyes, this department is no less important than the army. The reason why the Ursus Empire is now in turmoil is inseparable from the power of this department, which continuously inputs their thoughts and ideologies into the corrupt empire, igniting the sparks of resistance everywhere.

Therefore, the Propaganda Department always takes the largest share of funds and has the most staff. They even have the right to dispatch the spy department's shadow forces, and they occupy a pivotal position in the integration movement.

The propaganda department, which had already been familiar with the task, started its work based on the prepared plan. Their work also required the cooperation of other departments, which required the handover of thousands of documents, and was not an easy task.

There are some documents that even ordinary members are not qualified to see. Only Alina, the Minister of the Propaganda Department, has the authority to review and transfer them. Just like now, the Elafia girl, who was still dressed cleanly and simply, picked up a document and walked out of the department's office. Everyone subconsciously lowered their heads.

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Flat round-toed shoes stepped on the floor, and slender calves moved quickly like swaying branches. In a blink of an eye, Alina came to this familiar office. When Claude was here, this was his office. And in a blink of an eye, Claude had been away from here for more than a year...

Alina, feeling strangely nostalgic, looked at the heavy wooden door in front of her for a while before pushing it open. The guard on duty had just informed her of her coming, so she did not knock on the door.

As expected, her best friend was still as usual, buried in the pile of documents. If someone else had this unhealthy lifestyle, they would have been sick a long time ago. But thanks to Draco's strong physique, Tallulah still had no symptoms of discomfort, not even shoulder and neck discomfort.

Just like a person who has been hungry for years who got the opportunity to eat a full meal, Tallulah did not dare to relax herself for a moment and threw herself into her work with a hungry attitude. This had caused great trouble to other clerical staff before, because they were far from having such strong bodies and could not withstand such a workload. The situation did not improve until Alina pointed this out to Tallulah.

But Tallulah let others rest, but she did not relax at all for herself, as if she was a burning furnace with inexhaustible enthusiasm and energy.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, she knew that her friend had come, so Tallulah raised her head, revealing her silver-gray curly hair.

"Alina, what's the matter? I asked you to send the documents here on your own initiative."

"Take a look at this, Tallulah."

Putting the document in her hand on the table, Tallulah didn't say anything more. She reached out and took it and began to read it carefully. The slight sound of flipping papers and the even and low breathing of the two people were very obvious in the quiet house. Tallulah read very quickly. It only took her three minutes to understand the entire content of the document.

This is not a special event, it is just the list of new Iron Guards this year. However, it is worth noting that 30% of the new Iron Guards this year are Sarkaz. This is a very shocking proportion. You should know that the Sarkaz in this city are only the Sarkaz mercenaries who stayed behind. Compared with other races, their number is pitifully small.

Becoming a glorious Iron Guard is not just something that soldiers in the legion aspire to, but also something that everyone in this city yearns for. Every year, tens of thousands of people apply to join the Iron Guard at the conscription office, and only the best of them are chosen after brutal training and selection, leaving only a handful of 10 people.

And one race actually accounts for such a large proportion in it. This has never happened in previous selections. These Sarkaz people must have eliminated countless competitors to achieve such a result.

"Is there anything wrong with this document? The Sarkaz mercenaries passed the test with their own efforts, so this honor belongs to them."

"Of course there is no problem with this. The selection process was personally supervised by Char... Mainly because Char proposed to make this Sarkaz woman named Mudstone an officer of the Iron Guard and the captain of a centurion from the beginning. This appointment was a bit too radical, so many people opposed it."

Tallulah understood in her heart that this proposal was indeed too radical. This was not just a case of three consecutive promotions. The Iron Guards had a very special status in the Reunion Movement. It was far from being as simple as the promotion of ordinary officers. Every officer among them had outstanding abilities, so becoming an officer was much more difficult than in ordinary troops.

These invincible Iron Guards are even more arrogant and brave. Let an unknown Sarkaz lead them. Although they will not refuse the other party's orders during the war, they will definitely have complaints and it will cause some bad effects.

Such a promotion across levels is indeed not a trivial matter.

"I know Charles' character well. He must have thought that the other party was capable of such a position, so he wrote such a proposal."

Alina nodded slightly in agreement with Tallulah's words, but she continued:

"But we must also consider the consequences of doing so. After all, this Mud Rock has not made any achievements. If we rashly promote her to such a high position, it will easily cause dissatisfaction among others. We must take this into consideration."

Tallulah nodded slightly. She knew that Alina was right. This proposal would definitely attract a lot of opposition, and there would definitely be great resistance to achieving it. But if Miss Mudstone had enough ability, there was no reason not to let her be put in a position where she could use her abilities.

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"So, this is your decision?"

Bozhuo Casti, still tall and sturdy, stood upright on the high platform of the training base like a black iron tower. The person he asked the question also responded to his question with a nod.

"It's surprisingly simple. I thought there would be a more clever way."

The Patriot made this comment, and the reason why he said this was because there was a tall figure standing in the large field of the training base. The other person was wearing a thick white protective suit, with a sharp horn on his helmet, and holding a huge hammer in his hand. He looked like a very mighty Sarkaz man.