Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

Just a few months ago, the patriot would not have thought that under this strong appearance, there was a slender girl. It was not until she came to the recruitment office of any sport with a large group of brothers that she took off the heavy protective clothing on her upper body when registering her identity, and then she made her secret public.

However, the mighty and strong appearance was actually an illusion created by the wide protective suit supported by earth and stone restrained by the Originium technique. This fact with a huge sense of contrast even shocked the patriots.

The way to make her become an officer of the Iron Guard is to challenge 10 Iron Guards here. As long as she can hold out against these powerful warriors of the Integration Movement for more than 30 minutes, she can prove her ability, and the doubts about the appointment will naturally be much smaller.

While he was here to watch the battle, he also wanted to prevent anyone from getting hurt unnecessarily, including the Iron Guards and Miss Mudstone.

"Mr. Bodrocasti, you must have forgotten to take your medicine again."

The Patriot's body stiffened slightly, and he lowered his head, which was wearing a stag-horn helmet, guiltily and looked at Tallulah.

“How come you see?”

"Your throat is uncomfortable again, right? That's where your lesion is. If you don't take medicine in time, there will be signs."

"...I have really become weak...I am too busy with military affairs, so I am sometimes careless."

"Yelena always reminds you to take your medicine when she's here, and even if you forget, she'll catch up."

Tallulah said with some emotion that they were able to buy the most effective mineralogy drug in the world so far, so even Mr. Patriot's serious condition could be suppressed to a certain extent, and even she could discover the difference.

"...I wonder how Yelena is doing now?..."

Heavy breathing sounded from the Patriot's mask, and his hands grasped the railing in front of him.

"We'll be able to see them soon. If nothing goes wrong, it'll only take two days."

Tallulah also raised her head slightly and looked towards the distant sky, as if she was also missing someone.

The Patriot nodded slightly.

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The Iron Guards lined up silently. Other soldiers might shout slogans to boost their morale before a fight, but they no longer needed that kind of thing. They were preparing for war every minute and every second. It could be said that war was their way of life.

The two strongest Iron Guards stood at the front holding heavy shields and battle axes in their hands. Behind them were their comrades holding spears. Iron Guards holding sledgehammers or heavy axes stood behind them. Two of them had powerful siege crossbows on their waists. They could pull the crossbow with just one hand, which required the cooperation of several ordinary soldiers to open.

But they will not be so self-righteous as to think that their formation is impeccable, and they still prepare multiple back-up plans for when the current tactics fail to work.

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Mudstone silently clenched her hammer, the casting unit on it emitted a faint fluorescence, and a heavy and tenacious power flowed through it. The voices of the team members beside her cheering for her continued, she would try her best and never back down.

Yan Guo, Longmen and Victoria: Please take a leave

My cousin is getting married today, so I have been helping out here all day and have basically no time to update.

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Yan Kingdom, Longmen and Victoria: Chapter 3 Conspiracy ()

She took a quick step back and chopped the ground with the sharp battle axe on her toes. The opponent was obviously prepared and did not suffer any flaws because of the missed attack. The heavy tower shield in front of her body rushed towards her as her feet moved, and she also smashed her hammer heavily on the ground at this moment, and a layer of khaki shield covered her.

The alloy tower shield hit the shield, creating a tiny crack. The shield looked precarious, but it did not break. However, this was just the beginning. Two siege crossbow arrows hit the shield heavily with terrible force. As the thick crossbow arrows were bounced away, the shield shattered like glass.

At the moment when this layer of defense failed, two huge battle axes came from the side, like a pair of giant scissors to cut her in half. If she wanted to step back to avoid this attack, the siege fighter behind her would use the blasting hammer in his hand to give her the final blow.

It looks like this is a dead end. The terrifying launching device of the siege crossbow has been pulled open, new crossbow arrows have been loaded, and the shield-bearing iron guards are also protecting their comrades in the rear tightly. There won't be any chance for the enemy to take advantage. The coordination of several people is smooth and airtight, and the enemy won't have a moment to think. They can only make the opponent constantly exhausted in coping until a flaw is revealed.

The iron guards holding the giant axes have begun to consider how to hold back. After all, their goal is not to kill the girl. If the other party surrenders now, they will not suffer any harm.

But he immediately gave up the idea, as the other party obviously did not give up resistance.

Suddenly, dense and low sounds were heard around, and black soil and rocks continued to condense and spread around the girl, as if accumulating something. At the same time, he clearly felt that the speed of the battle axe in his hand began to slow down, and the battle axe with a greatly reduced speed only left a little mark on the shield.

Not only that, his steps also began to slow down. The soil and rocks under his feet seemed to be given life, desperately trying to grab his feet, like tiny tentacles constantly entwining around his boots. Although he could break free if he used a little more strength, his speed did slow down.

Just like trudging through a quagmire, the sudden slowdown caused their formation to pause slightly.

The captain immediately realized the problem, and several people began to adjust their formation tacitly, slightly spreading the encirclement to prevent themselves from being affected by the special means used by the other side.

The situation was noticed in time, but the action after the order was given was still a little slow. As the Sarkaz girl grasped the handle of her hammer again, two red lights began to emerge from the visor of the unicorn helmet, and the ground beneath their feet suddenly began to fluctuate violently, like a soft swamp that wanted to swallow them up.

Each of these Iron Guards stood extremely steadily. When they stood on the ground, they could stop even a high-speed motorcycle with their bare hands. However, when the land itself changed, their formation was still successfully shaken.

Mudstone slowly extended her heavy hammer to the right side of her body, twisting her shoulders and body like a stretched spring. As she stomped her left foot heavily on the ground, she swung the heavy hammer, leaving an afterimage, drawing a black arc in the air, and swung it towards the surrounding iron guards with a gust of evil wind.

With the help of Originium skills, this huge hammer with amazing speed has an unstoppable force, as if several Iron Guards will be swung away in the next moment, especially since they are all restricted by Originium skills and their movements are slow. This amazingly fast and powerful blow seems to be effective.

The shield bearers of the Iron Guards responded immediately. They stomped their heavy iron boots on the ground. The huge weight and powerful impact force immediately flattened the turbulent earth and rocks on the ground. Although it was only for a moment, it was enough for them to respond. The heavy tower shield met the swinging hammer at a slight angle.

The heavy shield surface came into contact with the dark afterimage, creating large sparks and a teeth-grinding sound of metal friction. The sound was so penetrating that even the high platforms in the distance could hear it clearly. Many people couldn't help but cover their ears to relieve the torture to their eardrums.

The heavy boots of the Iron Guards moved horizontally on the ground, but their defense was not defeated. The swift and fierce attacks of other Iron Guards immediately forced back their opponents. Both sides were strong-willed warriors, and the duel gradually turned into a protracted war. It was only the most essential confrontation between pure strength and speed, heavy armor and heavy weapons. It not only had an unparalleled sense of power, but also brought unparalleled shock to the onlookers.

For a moment, the only sound on this vast field was the sound of their heavy boots trampling the ground, without any extra noise to disturb them. Every blow of the mudstone seemed to be powerful, but it was extremely difficult to defeat the Iron Guards. The Iron Guards' glowing red axes and sledgehammers could easily tear through the best armor, but they would always be blocked by the khaki shield on the opponent's body at the critical moment, and could not cause enough damage.

The Iron Guards quickly found ways to overcome even the ground obstacles caused by the Originium technique, and their formation became more severe, making it more difficult to find opportunities.

The Originium techniques released by both sides easily lifted up the concrete floor, creating wide cracks on the ground, just like two giant beasts several dozen meters long beating each other, with a terrifying sense of power and suffocating pressure, making the ordinary citizens watching dare not even make too much noise.

The giant hammer struck fiercely once again, hitting the alloy tower shield with a roar like a huge bell, almost tearing the eardrums. The captain of the Iron Guard took a step back. It didn't seem to take much effort, and only the slightly trembling fingers under the tower shield knew how powerful this blow was.

He did not waste any time. He took advantage of the gap in the opponent's attack and immediately launched a fierce shield strike. The other Iron Guards cooperated well and launched an attack at the same time. The two shields were smashed like eggshells. At this critical moment, Mudstone gripped the hammer tightly and turned around to draw an arc, using this large-scale attack to force back the Iron Guards.

The Iron Guards silently retreated a few steps. They still had plenty of strength, but Mudstone was already out of breath. If they continued to fight like this, the opponent would definitely not be able to hold on.

But neither side had any intention of giving up. Just as they were regrouping and preparing to fight again, a long flag on a high platform in the distance waved slightly. The Iron Guards received the signal, immediately gave up the fight and began to gather.

On the distant platform, the three-meter-tall figure with deer antlers nodded slightly in the direction of the mudstone. The meaning of this action spread quickly. Her team members were the first to cheer for her, and the ordinary citizens watching the game around also gave warm applause for her wonderful performance.

The entire training ground was filled with cheers. The Ursus people, who were full of martial virtues, felt extremely fortunate to have witnessed a fight between a group of powerful warriors. Everyone felt the blood boiling in their chests, and even the dark clouds above Chernobyl seemed to be dispersed by their enthusiasm.

Amid the enthusiastic cheers, the captain of the Iron Guard slowly took off his helmet, revealing the face of an Ursus middle-aged man. The round ears on his head looked quite thick, with very short hair and a thick beard covering half of his face, especially the thick brown beard, which, although carefully trimmed and did not affect the wearing of the helmet, still showed the Ursus people's obsession with beards.

The captain of the Iron Guard looks to be in his 40s. In Ursus, at this age, he is old enough to have grandchildren and can even consider retirement. Because the average life expectancy here is so short, people have to prepare for the future early to prevent themselves from dying from mineral disease, natural disasters or man-made calamities one day in the future, and their bloodline completely disappearing from this land.

The kind-faced uncle Ursus lowered his eyes slightly, and although his lips were hidden by his thick beard, Mudstone could see that the uncle was smiling at her.

"You have proven your ability, ma'am. I agree to allow you to become an officer of the Iron Guard."

"thank you, sir."

Mudstone couldn't help but reveal an excited expression, not noticing at all that her helmet had been damaged at some point, exposing her clean and fair face, with two streaks of blood running from her forehead to her chin.

"Why are you thanking me, girl? This is your own honor... and maybe I should call you sir instead."

"ah?!"

Mudstone's expression froze for a moment. She was in a very miserable state now. There were many holes in her white protective suit. Blood had soaked through the thick fabric, leaving one shocking mark after another.

"Based on my understanding of that lord, we should become your subordinates. After all, you have proven your ability to us, right? So you can hold your head up high now that you are old enough."

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The slums of Longmen are a little different, and the first ones to notice this are the gangsters in the slums. These local thugs always have the most informed channels of information, which in the past has always helped them avoid the repeated searches and arrests by the Longmen Guards, maintaining their black industries and continuously squeezing more money and profits for them.

For these gangsters, such a life seems to be natural and will never change. After all, if they want to completely rule the slums of Longmen, they have to go around them. No one has the ability to control the entire slum without going through them. In this way, no matter who controls the city, as long as he is not crazy enough to kill all the people in the slums, no matter what kind of controller he is, they always have room to deal with the other party and always have a foundation for survival.

In order to keep this situation going, every gang has been making efforts in this regard. Today, the slums have become a part of Longmen that is difficult to remove, and the gangs have become more lawless. Although they will not invade the urban area of ​​Longmen due to fear of the two adults, the slums are also a place that Longmen's law enforcers cannot set foot in too deeply.

But now, this good situation seems to be a little unstable. Every gang leader can find that their information channels are no longer reliable. There is a lot of ambiguous information in their ears, making it difficult for them to distinguish. The spies they sent out and the nails they put into the police are being pulled out one by one.

They were like birds in a cage, becoming increasingly frightened and anxious.

And this was just the first step. Just a few days later, they discovered that a new idea suddenly began to spread in the slums of Longmen. At first, this did not arouse their vigilance. Just like any other world full of disasters, this world also has religions. They thought that it was another such religion coming here to spread. This was not something worthy of attention. It was just to collect more protection fees from these people.

The slums in Longmen are a place full of crime, but no normal person would like such a place, except those with vested interests. Every slum resident does not know why this place has become like this, and no one will tell them how to improve their lives and change their destiny.

So they could only remain silent, endure like this, hiding their resentment and anger deep in their hearts, just waiting for an opportunity to explode, and now that opportunity has finally come.

The gangs lost control of their territory too quickly and none of the bosses could react. The peasants who were at their mercy actually began to organize themselves and resist their rule. This was something they absolutely could not tolerate, and many gangs tried to unite to teach these peasants a lesson and show them who was the master of the slums.

This is very likely to succeed. There have been guys like this who wanted to resist them in the past, but in the end they either became part of the same gang or became food for the Originium worms. After all, they control the entire black market weapons channel in the slums, and only they can get weapons and armor. Those unarmed guys will naturally be slaughtered one-sidedly when facing them.

What's more, as gangsters, they are not lacking in ruthlessness and determination. Even those bosses who seem to be high and mighty have fought their way up from the bottom with just a knife. They have no lack of courage and determination to risk their lives.

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Then they discovered with horror: “…I can’t defeat them…”…

Yanguo, Longmen and Victoria: Chapter 226: Scraping the Flesh to Remove the Rot

That’s right, there were no unexpected situations or other factors, it was simply that we couldn’t win.

These confident gang members carried weapons far superior to those of ordinary people in the slums. Although they were not as numerous as the other side, the gang members who had been hanging around on the streets since childhood were very confident in themselves. After all, they lived in the same civilian area, and everyone knew each other. They were all a mob, but those mud-legged people could not beat them in a fight, and even the weapons in their hands were not as good as theirs.

No matter who comes to see them, they will not be the losers. Many people have even planned where to sell those peasants afterwards. The mines in Ursus have always needed a large number of people to fill them. Even if the price they sell to is very cheap, it is free after all, so every penny earned is a penny earned.

There are many human traffickers in the slums who do this. Old guys and young ones are not worth much. The most valuable ones are the strong men. After beating those guys up today and selling them in a package, the others will naturally know what to touch and what not to touch.

But their calculations were clearly wrong.

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There are always some young people who think that the big brothers on the street are very powerful, as if they can do everything, have the most beautiful women and the most money. They can command hundreds of people at any time, as if they are invincible and have reached the pinnacle of life.

But they don't know that gangs are the product of the cracks, a deformed and evil thing. A normal and healthy society does not need such organizations. And what they think is powerful and invincible force is as ridiculous as children playing house to real soldiers.

The foundation of their survival is the fear of others. The most boasted-about force they have is using numbers against numbers, bullying the weak, and bluffing, which are only suitable for use on the streets.

So when they saw those warriors holding shields and forming a shield wall in the alley, they immediately became like eggplants hit by frost, and lost their former arrogance. Even the dumbest people could see that this was not a simple formation. If someone was really that dumb, they would have died long ago.

When the civilians holding shields, under the command, marched forward in neat steps, as if a wall of steel was pressing towards them, everyone knew that something was wrong and wanted to turn around and escape, but found that the scene was the same on the way here. They were like a piece of bread placed in the middle of a compressor, and were about to be squeezed dry and turned into dry corpses.

Obviously, those holding shields were ordinary slum dwellers, and they dared not look at them directly in the eye. But when the dark wall pressed up and the short axes and short swords in their hands flashed with cold light, these gangsters could not help but tremble, as if someone poured a basin of ice water into their necks, their lips trembled, and their faces turned pale.

As the army advanced, these black masses of thugs were squeezed together. Long spears began to pierce through the gaps in the shields, stabbing thugs one after another to the ground. Short axes and short swords were also swung out from time to time to smash heads and cut throats. Their dying counterattacks were all steadily received by the heavy shields. Occasionally, one or two people who could use Originium skills could not cause any trouble. After all, without systematic training, the attack power of most Originium skills was pitifully small.

The massacre did happen just as the gangsters had expected, except that the ones being massacred were them, the trained civilians, who slaughtered the people who usually oppressed them with extremely high efficiency. They could no longer be called civilians, but recruits.

The last frightened gangster stammered and tried to say something, but the corpses all around him made his tongue tied, so he didn't say the words of surrender in time. A short axe chopped into his head mercilessly, making a crisp sound. The ragged boy shook the axe handle hard, trying to pull out his battle axe, but the skull stuck the axe blade so tightly that it was still firmly stuck in it despite his efforts.

Just as he was leaning on his knees and breathing heavily, preparing to rest for a while before pulling out the axe, a big, broad hand grasped the axe handle and applied light force. With the sound of the skull cracking, the axe blade covered with red and white things was pulled out.

"Sir!"

The boy straightened his back immediately, with a serious expression on his face, but a hint of joy at the corner of his mouth, as if he was very happy about the other party's arrival.

"Next time I cut your neck, you won't be strong enough. The bone will get stuck and I won't be able to pull it out in time. This will cost you your life."

The man who was speaking carefully looked at the axe in his hand. The axe blade was die-cast from alloy steel, and the handle was made of composite fiber material with extremely high strength. The shape of the axe blade was a simple hook axe. If used by an experienced hand, it could hook the enemy's shield. There was also a heavy striking part on the back, which could be turned over at any time and used as a war hammer to smash the enemy's head.

It was a pretty good weapon, but still too heavy for a teenager.

"Ergou, come here for a moment."

A short and broad boy immediately ran over. Although he was short in stature, his arms and legs were strong and powerful. He arrived in front of the man in the blink of an eye.

"Swap your sword with his axe. This one is more suitable for you."

"okay!!"

The sturdy boy seemed to like the axe very much, so they quickly exchanged it. A short sword of suitable weight was put into the boy's hand.

This slender young man obviously liked his weapon very much. He turned the dagger in his hand over and over again with a bitter look on his face, but he did not dare to object to his superior's order.

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The bodies on the ground were dragged away quickly, and the blood on the ground was buried by the sand. They evacuated from here in an organized team, leaving only a messy ground.

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Fear is a unique emotion. Although it gives people a bad experience, it actually keeps humans away from most dangers and allows people to wisely choose to retreat when facing opponents that they cannot defeat.

But there is a kind of fear that is different from others. It is the fear of knowing that a disaster is about to happen, but not knowing where the threat comes from or having no way to resist it. It will only make people aimlessly anxious, lose their usual rational judgment, and in panic, their emotions will also fluctuate greatly.

This kind of fear is pure torture, because it will not help the current situation at all, but will only constantly add negative emotions to people's hearts. Under such terrible pressure, few people can maintain rational and calm thinking.

And those small group of people who once stood at the upper class of the slums are now suffering this torture every day. They are now like death row prisoners in prison. The order to execute them will definitely be issued, but they don't know when, which makes them more and more hysterical.

It is difficult for them to maintain their current position, especially when they expose their weak side, but they cannot reveal these things casually. So in the eyes of some subordinates, their boss suddenly becomes stupid. Driven by interests, many people begin to move.

If things continued like this, they would soon be replaced by their subordinates, but that was not what Claude wanted, nor was it what Wei Yanwu and Lin Kerui wanted. Even if they could be dealt with without bloodshed, the new leader would still be a gang leader, and it would only be a change of name, which would only keep this place in this dark situation forever.

What they want is a thorough cleanup and division, and that requires some ruthlessness.

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The sound of the tea lid colliding with the tea bowl was crisp and somewhat aggravating, and the hairy claws holding the tea bowl were even more frightening, because everyone here knew who these claw-like hands belonged to...

"I called you here today for no other reason. You don't need to worry too much."

Lin Kerui spoke slowly, and the content of his words made the atmosphere slightly relaxed.

In the past, they were all well-known figures here, although they were confined to the slums and no one would recognize their identities outside of here, but at least they could still be said to be domineering here.

"What I'm going to do is very simple... Before that, I decided to tell you something."