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"Humph!"

The girl called Tallulah snorted coldly, raised her sword and rushed towards the man. The sound of swords clashing soon resounded throughout the training ground.

Not to mention the loving father and filial daughter far away, right now in Victoria, there was also a scene of brotherly love and respect. Dealing with the mysterious caravan didn't bother him much, but the news he received after returning to City Hall left him feeling somewhat frustrated.

Luxembourg raised tariffs and commercial taxes across the board and implemented stricter inspections of caravans. Meanwhile, a nearby town called, requesting two more shipments of minerals from Norvinsk in the near future, hinting at more orders to come.

Clearly, someone was losing their patience. If Victoria was right, the one who was about to take action was his beloved elder brother. He had anticipated the potential for civil unrest within the Sixth Legion, but he hadn't expected it to unfold so quickly.

But it doesn't matter, this is not necessarily a bad thing for him.

"Sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight." Victoria smacked his lips and muttered softly.

"What did you say?" Miss Rabbit, the secretary, pushed her glasses and asked with some confusion.

"Nothing." Victor smiled faintly and patted his hip. "What I mean is, we can give it to them. As long as our planned reserves are sufficient, we can give them as much as they want. But... tell the marketing department to increase the price by 10-20%. No outstanding payments, no rubles. We'll pay in gold. If it's not enough, we'll use other supplies to offset the price."

"understood."

Miss Rabbit's pretty face turned red, and she fled the office covering her butt, leaving Victoria alone in the office in deep thought.

"Build high walls, store up food, and slowly become king. This is the strategy, but can the situation wait until the day I become king?" Victoria looked at the sky outside the window. The fine snow seemed to never stop.

"With my dear eldest brother's skills, if he has Mr. Hilde's help, he can indeed clean up Luxembourg and the surrounding towns. Then, I will become his next target in his quest for internal peace before external conflict. But before that, my second brother and those nobles won't let them have it easy, not to mention that Kosice is also eyeing them covetously. Indeed, rather than letting my eldest brother dominate alone and gamble on our brotherhood, it is more beneficial for me to let the situation completely chaos. Besides that, I also need to find some trustworthy allies. For example... the infected guerrillas?"

The snow outside the house is forever falling, but the boy inside the house has already made his choice.

Instead of waiting for fate to favor you, it is better to tear the sky into pieces first.

"It's snowing again, Captain, and we're running low on food."

Not far from Norvinsk, an "army" was camped in the snow. Their clothing was ragged, their armor frayed, yet they maintained a disciplined presence. Nearby, a group of men in white cloaks, accompanied by several civilians, stood.

"I know. After this rest, we will go to the east." The tall figure called Captain by the soldiers dug a pot of fine snow and heated it on the firewood.

The last attack was very successful. Not only did they rescue hundreds of infected people who were forced to work, they also successfully intercepted a large amount of supplies.

But unfortunately, in this cold winter, no amount of supplies could sustain them for long. Even if they had dismissed most of the infected, the remaining supplies would only be enough for them to eat for another week.

That is to say, they must hunt again within a week, otherwise...

"Old stubborn man, if we continue to go east, we will be out of Ursus." After hearing the captain's words, a snow rabbit sat down next to him.

"I know, but there's a city to the east before the border." The captain stretched out his body so that Xuetu could lean against him. "Novinsk, our next target is there."

PS: I was too busy yesterday to update, so I will update twice today to make it up to you.

Sorry~~~Bow~~~

Survival in a Foreign Land: Chapter 9: The Traitor and the Forest of Sex

into the night.

Victoria put down the document he had just revised, said goodbye to his subordinates who were still working overtime, and left the city hall followed by Dorothy.

"Master, you're off work so late today, are you thinking about something?"

Dorothy knew that the official duties of a small town were nothing to Victoria. Even a day's worth of official duties wouldn't necessarily warrant an extra ten minutes of his master's time. What truly compelled him to consider the long term must be something far more important. "Is it the caravan that afternoon?"

"No, it's my two foolish brothers." Victory smiled as he lay in the back seat, letting Dorothy decide the dinner venue. "I was just calculating how much time we have left in Norvinsk and what our chances of winning were, and time flew by while I was calculating. Ahem, let's not talk about that anymore. Let's talk about you. The fact that you brought up that afternoon's caravan proves you still have doubts, right?"

The car stopped in its tracks. Dorothy stared at the windshield, unsure how to begin. Victor waited patiently for Dorothy's question. This little rabbit was the most promising treasure he had discovered in this small town, and he didn't mind spending some time polishing her.

After all, with the help of 'Meat Forest', he was confident that he could turn the little rabbit into an excellent warlock, a perfect secretary and the best lover.

After much hesitation, Dorothy finally decided to pour out all her doubts. "I don't think it's a good idea to just kill them. Even if they're suspected of being spies, there's no need to use such drastic measures."

As I expected, even after systematic training and the influence of the "Meat Forest", the girl's innocence was still rooted in her heart, but Victoria didn't care. He didn't like the people around him to turn into endless darkness like him.

Kind-hearted talents, radical talents, steady talents, slick talents, everyone has his or her own personality and characteristics, but only fools will force everyone to establish the same three views as themselves.

Victor loved playing Three Kingdoms Kill, even though the game repeatedly forced him to spend real money. But was it the bland, overpowered skills he loved? Or was it the cookie-cutter, predictable gameplay?

Neither. What he liked was the echo of that era: the galloping of military commanders, the clash of wits and strategies, the amazement of every event, and the regret of every bloody stroke.

If his heart cannot accommodate the people of the world, how can he accommodate the world? The moment he got Dong Zhuo and Jia Xu, he had already made his choice.

"Dorothy, why do you think I killed them?" Back in reality, back in this small car, Victoria's eyes were still rippled. He had thought of a brilliant adjustment plan. He had a hunch that this adjustment would help Dorothy take a step forward.

Whether it's the body or the mind... or the Originium skills.

"Why kill them? Of course, Master, because you think they are spies?"

Hearing Victoria's question, Dorothy wanted to unceremoniously express her understanding, but she couldn't help but stop mid-sentence. The young master was a thoughtful and wise man, and he naturally favored well-thought-out ideas. Was her assumption... really the correct answer?

No, she already had another answer in her heart, but her naivety made her instinctively avoid this choice.

Dorothy took a deep breath and forced herself to say this answer: "Is... because, is it because they are... a threat?"

"Bingo, correct answer."

Victoria raised his lips, confirming the answer as if unaware of the girl's hesitation. "I'm not sure they're spies or agents of some other faction, and my judgment isn't 100% accurate. But I don't want to take the risk. Instead of speculating about their authenticity, it's better to silence them once and for all. Norvinsk has just stabilized, but Luxembourg is destined for renewed turmoil. I don't have time to deal with the intrusions of outsiders. Therefore, brutal measures are the best solution at this critical juncture."

"But they are also human beings? They have parents, brothers, and even children. How can we just kill them because of a momentary suspicion?" Under the influence of some mysterious power, Dorothy revealed her soft heart without reservation. She couldn't believe that the wise and omnipotent young master in her eyes actually had such extreme ideas, nor could she believe that his cruel methods were no different from those of the former lord.

Under the rapid surge of emotions, the girl's blood began to flow rapidly, and a certain power was actively emanating from her inside out. If she had a magic wand in her hand at this time, Victoria had no doubt that she would instinctively release the spell.

But no, she was still a little short of passing. It was meaningless to just reveal herself. She had to grow through the exposure of darkness.

Victoria couldn't help but smile at this thought. Under Dorothy's gaze, he uttered the timeless truth: "So what if they're innocent? This land will eat people. If we can't guarantee we won't be eaten, the only way to survive is to devour others before we are eaten. I'd rather let the world betray me than let it betray me. This isn't simply cruelty, but a necessary sacrifice."

The limit was lifted and broken through.

Dorothy, already on the verge of collapse, completely collapsed under the combined pressure of Victory and some other force. However, her collapse wasn't due to Victory's cruelty or betrayal. She had heard stories of bloodshed and cruelty even during the previous lord's reign. How could she be so broken down by a mere unfamiliar caravan?

What truly broke her was that she couldn't help but accept Victoria's theory. Even if she didn't want to admit it, even if she knew her young master was using some special Originium technique to influence her, theory was theory, and it wouldn't change easily because of these insignificant factors.

Facts have proved that the kindness in Dorothy's heart is fragile, and the one who shattered her kindness is herself.

She, Dorothy, is essentially just a hypocrite who is unwilling to abandon her kindness.

"Master, you are right." The excitement subsided, and Dorothy silently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Victoria had shattered her fantasy and made her see the cold reality.

"Very good, then let's go have dinner. I'm craving some marshmallows." Seeing the girl's dream shattered, Victoria nodded with satisfaction.

The devil's footsteps are still moving forward, so how can the pawns around him stop moving forward?

Survival in a Foreign Country: Chapter 10: Cold Night, Beautiful Night

The nights of Ursus are dangerous and cold

Low temperatures, blindness, getting lost, attacks by wild animals and other dangerous situations make the night a forbidden zone that ordinary people cannot challenge. Even the most experienced caravans will not travel after dark, but will honestly set up camp and spend every night in the wild carefully and cautiously.

But for Yelena, the night is their veil. It is precisely because the night of Ursus is so dangerous that they have the opportunity to constantly escape the pursuit of the legions from all sides.

The infected guerrillas—this term has become a myth to civilians. They come and go like the wind, unseen and elusive. Every time they appear, they cause heavy losses to the insects, and every raid helps families find their missing loved ones.

But these uneducated, foolish, and short-sighted civilians don't know that the infected guerrillas are also human. They experience hunger, cold, despair, and death. They must strictly control the number of their troops, constantly walking on the edge of danger and despair. Their only companions are a dispensable belief and a general who will never fall.

"We'll have enough food for four days." Yelena fiddled with the few remaining potatoes in her arms. They were the spoils of their last raid on the infected mine. The potatoes weren't tasty and lacked nutritional value, but they were running out of them. If they couldn't find supplies in time, the infected guerrillas would vanish silently into the snowy plains.

Feeling her body grow colder, Yelena couldn't help but lean closer to the fire. She was now alone; the Yeti had all left the camp to seek new life. Compared to the armored and protective shield guards, the Yeti squad was the real force in wilderness survival. It was a shame that, as the Yeti's leader, she couldn't join them in their search.

Prolonged low temperatures would further aggravate her hypothermia and bring her closer to death, so the snow monsters unanimously decided to lock their princess in the camp and guard the most important campfire.

A village willing to trade, a small group of beasts gathering in the snowfields, a new infected mine. No matter what, as long as they can find new life, this team can continue to move forward.

Looking at the crackling fire in front of her, Yelena closed her eyes and waited quietly.

"Sister, I found it!" Just when Yelena thought that tonight would be spent in peace and despair, a snow monster wearing a white cloak and moving a little stiffly returned to the campfire.

Unlike the determination when he set out, his eyes are now full of hope.

Hope to live.

Yelena was also aware of this. She suppressed her joy and excitement and asked calmly, "What did you find? Where are the other members?"

"There's a mine just over ten kilometers to the east. The guards at the watchtower are dressed similarly to those black bugs. I wouldn't mistake their equipment even if it turned to ash!"

The boy wiped his numb nose and assured his big sister: "As for Big Bear and the others, I've heard the assembly whistle several times. They should be back soon."

Yelena nodded. She could see the boy was shivering with cold, but she couldn't hug him, not even touch him. She could only praise him briefly and then offer the campfire to the adventurous explorer. "Well done! Rest by the campfire for a while. I'll go tell the old stubborn man the news."

Yelena left the campfire and headed to the shield guards' camp next door. Compared to the lonely yeti, the shield guards were much more lively. These sturdy men sat in a circle around the campfire, some chatting and bragging, others slumbering. Seeing Yelena approach from afar, the awake shield guards craned their necks in anticipation.

Yelena didn't pause, simply nodding at the shield guards. This simple gesture gave everyone awake a shot of adrenaline, and many immediately took out the little food they had left and devoured it.

The shield guards were also hungry. They had been living on only a potato or half a slice of black bread for nearly a week. These strong bodies urgently needed to replenish better quality energy.

Yelena walked past them and went straight to the campfire in the center of the camp, where their leader was sitting in front of the fire, drinking boiling snow water without any content.

"We've found our prey. There's an infected mine about ten kilometers to the east. If we're lucky, we can get more than a month's worth of supplies from it." Yelena sat down next to the Patriot and shared the good news immediately.

The giant who was sipping the snow water paused for a moment and placed the iron basin in his hand back on top of the fire.

"This is a rare opportunity. We will provide a snack at noon tomorrow so that the soldiers can have enough food. We will advance tomorrow night when it gets dark."

"I understand." Yelena nodded. The stubborn old man's answer didn't surprise her. The soldiers were already familiar with the procedures for raiding the mine. Their only concern now was how much supplies were left inside the mine. And...how many other mines were there?

As if seeing through Yelena's thoughts, the tall monster continued after a brief pause: "No matter what, after we clear this place, we must head south. The legion behind us has already broken free. We must take advantage of the gaps in the encirclement. The most difficult time is about to pass."

"I know that at times like this, we must be more decisive." Yelena nodded, stood up and left the Patriot's campfire.

Yelena, the wilderness survivalist, is about to disappear. Next up is Froststar, the one fighting for the guerrillas.

But the hopeful guerrillas did not know that the infected mine they chose as their target was more special than any mine they had ever seen before.

Victor would never have thought that the territory he had just consolidated would be challenged so soon, and it was a challenge more troublesome than the civil strife in the Sixth Legion.

At this time, he was holding Miss Rabbit, who he had finally comforted, and they were studying the philosophy of life together. After awakening, Miss Rabbit did not disappoint Victoria.

Well, whether it's physically, mentally, or in terms of Originium skills.

PS: Preview of the next chapter.

"Huh? I'm fighting Patriot + Froststar? Seriously?"

The wise Mr. Parkinson Luo pointed at himself, indicating that the pressure was a little bit greater.

"Don't worry, you will win."

Survival in a Foreign Country: Chapter 11 Who are the invaders?

Yelena had a dream.

She dreamed that the guerrillas' movements had been discovered in advance, leading to repeated setbacks in tonight's battles. She dreamed that the local commander was an experienced general who, with only a few hundred soldiers, had completely routed the entire guerrilla force. She also dreamed that they had finally captured the mine and had a large supply of food, but their companions, with whom they could have shared their joy, had already died in battle...

Just when Yelena wanted to cry but had no tears, she woke up.

The sky was just beginning to darken, and the combatants, arranged by the old stubborn man, had a half-full dinner. They were ready to fight the black bugs, waiting for the sky to darken completely.

Looking at the cold potato in her hand, Yelena had a sudden premonition that today's operation might not go smoothly, but she did not tell anyone about her premonition.

Because the guerrillas have been forced into a desperate situation, no matter how much they have to sacrifice, they will capture the mine. This is not only for the oppressed infected miners, but also for themselves.

'hope everything is fine'

Looking at his companions who were excited about eating, Frost Star silently swallowed the already cold potato in his hand along with the ice chips.

it's dark.

The soldiers had already packed their bags and quietly followed the patriots. The non-combatants were still busy packing up their camp and preparing their belongings, awaiting their next campsite. Meanwhile, Froststar and her team of snow monsters had already set off.

As a scout squad, the Yetis possessed one of the guerrillas' few remaining long-range offensive capabilities. Infected Warlocks, homemade bows, and a handful of crossbows seized from the Black Bugs formed the guerrillas' meager long-range firepower. Yet, even this militarily ridiculous ranged cluster achieved repeated firepower suppression against the Black Bugs.

Taking advantage of the night, the Yeti team arrived at the perimeter of the mine. The sentries patrolling the perimeter walls were no different from those seen during the day, many still lingering and chatting drowsily by the wall. Rather than rush forward and alert the enemy, the Yeti team circled the mine first, identifying its entrances and exits and the locations of most of the sentries.

This mine's configuration was similar to other mines, with four individual sentries and perimeter patrols providing nighttime patrols. Seeing this, Froststar decisively divided the Yeti squad into four, each responsible for clearing a single sentry post and surrounding patrols. Once the guerrillas, led by the patriots and their slower-moving guerrillas, arrived, they would sound the silent clarion call for war.

Step—step—step—

Suddenly, the sound of synchronized footsteps echoed through the silent snowy night. The guards, who had been sitting idly by the wall, looked up, trying to find the source of the sound. But what they saw was not the owner of the sound, but a series of icicles so sharp that they chilled their bodies.

"die!"

Seeing the timing perfect, Frost Star swung her right hand with murderous intent, launching the icicles around her, which swiftly smashed into the walled walkway. The patrol team was almost instantly pierced by a large number of icicles, unable to even utter a proper scream.

"What happened?"

Hearing the sharp sound of breaking air from below, the soldier sitting in the watchtower subconsciously turned on the searchlight, but when the light was turned on, what came into view were rows of neatly arranged soldiers.

"Enemy attack! It's guerrillas..." The sentry was horrified when he saw this and hurriedly wanted to blow the whistle hanging around his neck, but in his panic he did not realize that his body had already become cold without him noticing.