Fang Zhou, I'm just a farmer, not Shennong!

Frost Star, who was standing next to Lu Yuan, also nodded.

At the Patriot's request, Froststar did not follow the troops, but stayed in the camp to recuperate.

Shuangxing smiled and said, "Yes, father seems to have become younger again all of a sudden."

Lu Yuan looked at the figures that were about to disappear in the distance, his thoughts drifting away.

Now that the integration movement has found a clear path, after the civilian food will arrive, I will also need to do some of my own things in Ursus.

Most of the day later.

A medium-sized mine located in the Duchy of Baikal.

More than a month ago, the continuous attacks by the infected organization made all the mine guards nervous. The number of guards defending the mine doubled, and there was even an army stationed not far away. All it took was a message for help and the army would set off immediately.

"It's been so long, how come that infected organization disappeared?"

A guard was sitting on the ground at the entrance of the mine, drinking and complaining with a smile.

"Could he have been secretly executed by the army? Hahahaha~"

"Alas, the infected are still the infected. They have no military training, not even weapons, and their physical fitness is worse than that of ordinary people. Even with such a mob, I can fight ten of them alone. I heard that the mines that were wiped out before were all small mines with few people. Do you think they dare to come here?"

"We have over a thousand guards here. If they dare to come, I will ensure they never return!"

A burly guard picked up a bottle of wine and gulped it down, completely disregarding the Integration Movement in his words.

"I don't know how this group of infected got the news, but some of them are already secretly hoping that the infected organization will come to rescue them. They're just daydreaming. No matter how powerful the infected are, can they defeat us, the regular soldiers who have received formal training? Drink, drink! After I have a few sips, I'll grab a few infected and let them perform 'Soaring in Fire'."

The other mine guards burst into laughter.

They had never seen an infected organization, let alone the Integration Movement, so in their view, the Integration Movement was just a weak mob and not worth mentioning.

Why at this time?

A meteor arrived in an instant, cracking the ground and instantly piercing through one of the mine guards. Because the power was so great, he didn't even have time to react, and his body exploded, with flesh splattering everywhere.

As for the meteor, the moment it hit the ground, it exploded with a loud bang, and the entire ground collapsed into a huge pit.

The remaining few mine guards who had managed to survive opened their eyes wide, and slowly turned in one direction as if they had seen a ghost, only to see that their friend, who had been sitting there chatting with them just a second ago, was now scattered all over the place.

In the center of the huge pit at the back, a piece of spear stood proudly in the pit. Even though it was just a dead object, people could clearly sense the boundless dominance from the hand holding the spear.

"!!!!!!"

“Who…?”

Some people opened their eyes wide and spoke haltingly.

Before they could react, a rain of arrows appeared in the distant sky.

Before the mine guards could react and prepare themselves, they were already stabbed like hedgehogs by the rain of arrows, deader than dead.

Subsequently.

The flag of the Integration Movement fluttered in the evening glow, and the shouts and charge horns made the blood boil in those who heard them.

In the mine, the miners who were carrying large and heavy goods heard the sound of the charge in the distance. They were so excited that they couldn't control themselves. Some of them were so irritable that they even dropped the large ore in their hands, picked up the shovel from the side, and smashed it on the head of the guard next to them.

Led by the Patriots, the guards of a mine were unable to withstand the passionate charge of the numerous soldiers of the Integration Movement and were defeated in a short while.

In order to avoid being surrounded by more armies, Tallulah directly used a loudspeaker drone to make a statement.

"We are the Reunion Movement! An organization born to save the oppressed people of this world. Fellow citizens who are willing to follow us and trust us! Follow us and escape this hellish mine!"

"Rush!!!"

The Reunion Movement did not stop at all and rushed out collectively, and the rescued infected miners excitedly followed the Reunion Movement's large force, running for freedom and completely escaping from this mine that was like hell on earth.

When the army stationed nearby learned the news and arrived at the mine, the Reunion Movement and all the infected miners in the mine were long gone. The mine was deserted, leaving only the bodies of the guards scattered all over the ground.

After escaping.

The Patriot did not stop. After arriving at a safe place, he ordered several shield guards and a team of infected troops to escort the newly rescued compatriots back to the camp, and then immediately set off again to the next mine.

Focus on a blitzkrieg!

...........

Late at night, after taking a bath in the maid's clothes and venting his sorrow, the Grand Duke Baikal sat leisurely in the living room, ready to drink a glass of fine imported red wine, watch an art film, and spend this ordinary night.

So long has passed.

The Grand Duke of Baikal was certain of one thing: he was being played like a monkey by this group of internal guards.

damn it! !

Although the Grand Duke of Baikal really wanted to scold these internal guards in his heart.

The Internal Guard suddenly disappeared without a trace, and it was extremely difficult for Duke Baikal's troops to find this integration movement.

Recently, some traces of life were discovered under a hillside in the snowy field. It can be concluded that someone must have lived here before, but now there is no one there, and it is obvious that they have moved away.

This also completely cut off the clues that were hard to come by.

Just as he was constantly cursing the Internal Guards and those pro-peace cowards in his heart.

Suddenly there was another knock on the door of his palace.

Hear this knock on the door.

Duke Baikal felt inexplicably familiar, as if he had heard some bad news about this matter last time.

Because it's not that...

Prince Baikal thought.

Now the military strength in all the mines has been tripled, and there are armies stationed nearby. Even if we can't defeat the enemy, we only need to hold out for fifteen minutes and the army will be able to sense it.

Faced with hundreds of infected people who have no weapons and only have dozens of shield guards and a Wendigo in their team, even if the thousands of fully armed guards really can't defeat them, they will not be able to hold out for even fifteen minutes.

On the battlefield, the gap in equipment can be equivalent to a gap of several times or even dozens of times in numbers.

Even if the other party has a Wendigo, it won’t be that serious.

No matter how powerful the Wendigo is, can he defeat a thousand people alone?

Even if I could really defeat them, even if I could kill one with one blow, it would take a long time to kill a thousand of them.

Such a gap in equipment.

Even if you give it to a dog and let it guard the place, it can hold out until reinforcements arrive.

With this thought in mind, Grand Duke Baikal let the person knocking on the door in and opened the door to the living room.

The person who came in was not a general, but...

Three generals.

Looking at the expressions of the three generals, Duke Baikal had a bad feeling in his heart, but he forced himself to calm down and asked.

"What's the matter?"

One of the generals hesitated for a long time before speaking tremblingly.

"Captain! The Reunion Movement is on the move again. Since dusk, three mines have been breached... This time their attack is even more fierce and powerful than before! These three mines can't even wait for reinforcements..."

Upon hearing the news, the Grand Duke of Baikal seemed to hear the sound of glass falling to the ground and breaking. He was stunned, his legs went weak, and he fell onto the sofa. Then, after a moment of silence, his face turned completely black.

“Why!! Why!!!”

"The number of guards at every mine has been tripled! Why can't they hold it?! Why?! Are you just here to do this for free?! Can the Reunion Movement fool you so much?!"

After being scolded by the Grand Duke of Baikal, two of the three generals lowered their heads, because... they really just lived off the work. After all, the title of general they obtained had nothing to do with their hard work and military merits, but was purely due to the awesomeness of their ancestors.

There was even one person who had been a deserter during the expansion war decades ago. However, after returning, he was not only not punished, but also became a general a few years later.

"Captain! According to the surviving guards, this infected organization called the Reunion Movement has more people this time, and... everyone has equipment! There are even mortars!"

"???"

Grand Duke Baikal was completely stunned.

"Where did they get the weapons?!"

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"Yeah, Chief, where did they get their equipment?!"

The wealthy middle-aged man who had been a deserter and had successfully become a general by relying on the glory of his ancestors and the support of the Grand Duke of Baikal also asked.

"you ask me?!"

Grand Duke Baikal glared at the wealthy middle-aged general, feeling as if he had endless anger in his heart, which he wanted to vent but couldn't.

When the critical moment came, the Grand Duke of Baikal realized how important it was to have truly capable elite officers under his command.

Being glared at by his boss, the wealthy general immediately lowered his head in fear, not daring to look anymore, and he didn't say a word.

"Captain, perhaps this infected organization called the Reunion Movement really has 'support' in the rear, continuously providing various supplies."

A thin general with sharp eyes spoke.

This general was one of the few generals under the Grand Duke of Baikal who had real talent, and of course, he also had the least power.

Just like the emperors throughout history, the more talented and appealing a general is, the more wary the emperor will be of him. And the power in the hands of such a person will become less and less, always within a controllable range.

Grand Duke Baikal also nodded, agreeing with the general's idea.

Although there are a large number of old weapons and equipment from the "previous dynasty" in various warehouses throughout Ursus.

But it is still quite difficult for ordinary people to get them from the warehouse, let alone the infected. Therefore, Grand Duke Baikal can roughly guess the source of these equipments. It is very likely that there is a "person" or a "force" that is continuously supplying them.

Moreover, an infected organization that has been dormant in the wasteland for a long time must need a large supply of food. There is not so much food in the cold wasteland. So, where does this infected organization get its food?

It must have come from secret provision by other 'forces'.

Think of this.

Prince Baikal turned around, his muscles relaxed, and he leaned casually on the sofa.

sqHe waved his hand and asked the three generals to sit down beside him.

"Chief, it's very likely the nobles who support peace..."

The general with a thin face waited for Grand Duke Baikal to think for a while before speaking.

Seeing the Duke's gaze, the general immediately explained the reason.

"If a 'power' invests in a 'smaller power', there must be a reason. Either it's charity, or they might gain corresponding benefits from it. The first is obviously impossible, so the second is a possibility."

"In that case, Chief, let's think about which 'forces' would benefit most from investing in an 'Infected Organization'. It would definitely be the peace faction. The peace faction itself is hostile to us, and investing in an Infected Organization could just happen to annoy us in this regard. Furthermore, a small number of people in the peace faction are inclined to allow the Infected to integrate into society, so I estimate that these are basically the people."

The general, with a thin face and sharp eyes, made such detailed and thorough analysis that even the Grand Duke Baikal nodded in agreement.

Grand Duke Baikal couldn't help laughing, but this smile gave people the feeling that it was not a smile at all.

"Very good, your analysis is spot on. After I retire, there's a good chance you'll take over my position as Army Group Staff Officer. Do a good job!"

As soon as these words came out.

The thin general only felt beads of sweat on his forehead, while the other ordinary-looking general had no expression on his face. He remained neutral throughout, neither commenting nor answering, and looked like he had no desires or ambitions and the lowest sense of existence.

The thin general immediately stood up and said respectfully, "I am only trying to use our limited ability to help the commander. Besides, if I can think of it, the commander can certainly think of it too."

Grand Duke Baikal glanced at the other party and said, "In that case, the Reunion Movement will be handed over to you. I want to see the head of this organization's leader as soon as possible!"

"Yes!!!"

"Let's go..."

Grand Duke Baikal waved his hand, and the three generals immediately stood up and left respectfully.

After the three left.

The Grand Duke of Baikal's expression became increasingly gloomy.

Because in this regard, an idea came to his mind.

They are the peace advocates, and they are on the side of the peace advocates who are pro-infected people.

That's the only one left in all of Ursus.

Speaker Witte...

A look that made him feel sick, as if he had eaten shit, appeared on the face of the Grand Duke Baikal.