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The deeply grooved wheels slowly rotated in the snow. Even the best off-road vehicles couldn't guarantee their ability to navigate the snow. Everything depended on the driver's skill and a little bit of luck.

But compared with the drivers who were fighting against nature, the soldiers who were either sitting and smoking or leaning on the guardrail to look at the scenery seemed much lazier.

Yesterday afternoon, a small team of sentries that left their posts without permission disappeared. They claimed to be going to the snow forest in the south to get some game, but they haven't returned to the team yet.

So, just in case, a "search and rescue team" consisting of four snow-capped off-road vehicles had to leave the base and come to this damn wilderness under the order of their leader.

"Do you think they will be slaughtered?"

"What nonsense! They're probably lost and trapped. In this remote place, unless they're unlucky enough to run into the guerrillas, who can kill them? Who dares to kill them? Better find them quickly. I'm eager to see the fun after we get back."

Although they were a search and rescue team, the soldiers on board were not in the least bit anxious to find the missing soldiers. After all, regardless of whether the search and rescue was successful or not, the fate of those soldiers who had deserted their posts was already determined.

The only difference is whether to die in the mountains or at the hands of the gendarmerie.

After hearing his companion's analysis, a younger soldier subconsciously lit a cigarette: "Guerrillas? If they really run into guerrillas, it's their bad luck. But we're charging forward like this, so nothing's going to happen, right?"

"What could possibly happen?" The veteran soldier beside him was not polite and took out another cigarette from the young soldier's arms: "Don't forget the guys sitting on our butts. As long as we don't encounter a messy terrain, those mud-legged people will never be able to catch up with these four wheels..."

Squeak————

As he was speaking, the off-road vehicle that was moving forward steadily suddenly shook violently, followed by a harsh noise made by the tires spinning in the snow.

Seeing this, the old soldier with a cigarette in his mouth slammed the car door in frustration. "Fuck, what did you say? Come on, some brothers, go to the back and push it together. Driver, let the car behind go first."

"Hurrah!" Several young people volunteered to get off the car and pushed it together with the veteran.

On the other side, the driver turned on the car radio and contacted the other vehicles: "Hurry, my wheels are stuck in the snow. I have to change the formation temporarily. You guys go first."

Soon, responses came from several surrounding cars.

"Ha, don't let us come back and you still be rolling around in the same place, speed up!"

Before he could finish his words, a series of sharp crashes suddenly rang out over the radio. The driver, who was fiddling with his car, was startled and looked ahead. Not far ahead, he saw a car almost half-buried in the snow, and further ahead, at a corner, two cars had collided.

"Who the hell is so wicked as to set a trap on the roadside?"

Harsh and distorted curses could be vaguely heard from the radio, but were quickly drowned out by another terrified voice.

"This isn't a trap! This is a trap designed specifically for us! Run! This is guerrilla warfare..."

BOOM————

A sudden explosion erupted from the front, completely shocking everyone still struggling to push the car. They exchanged glances, quickly abandoning their broken-down vehicle and attempting to flee the scene.

However, how could the infected people who had been lying in ambush early just sit back and watch them leave?

The violent explosion was like a signal, drawing out the infected people who were ambushing around the snow forest. Some of them were holding homemade slingshots, while others were carrying a few stones. Following the signal, they surrounded the soldiers with eager eyes.

"Smash!"

Following a clear command, a large number of stones rained down on the soldiers. If it were any other time, they would have laughed at such an attack, calling it as tasteless as that of an unweaned child.

But now, looking at those eyes that were ready to devour anyone, they couldn't laugh.

The rubble clattered against the soldiers, leaving them bleeding but unable to cause any serious damage. However, all of this was within Tallulah's expectations, as she hadn't intended to stone these scum to death. From the very beginning, the stoning was just a feint.

Shhhhhhh———

Several crossbow arrows were shot at the motionless soldiers under the cover of rocks. Sasha and two children with shooting talents took the only three short crossbows in the team and killed the soldiers who were disturbed by the rocks one by one.

Yes, Talulah's team only had three short crossbows, and they even borrowed crossbow bolts from the neighboring Frost Star. But that wasn't important. What was important was that these untrained infected, under such difficult conditions, still managed to kill a team of Ursus soldiers without taking any damage, even without Talulah, who was assisting them, making a move.

Even though they had to borrow weapons and equipment, even though this strategy was proposed by Alina, who could barely walk, and even though their hands were covered in frostbite from collecting these stones.

But the result is the result, and the result is that the infected team led by Talulah captured a team without any casualties. This proves that even ordinary people have the ability to resist the army.

As long as they are willing to resist.

"Time is running out. Take away all the supplies from them and move quickly." Seeing that the battle was over, Tallulah, who had been worried all the time, finally loosened the hilt of the sword she had been holding tightly.

This plan was proposed by Alina, who said that everyone should understand the significance of resistance. It would be meaningless to let Talulah alone follow the guerrillas. The infected were not just waste that needed protection; they were the real force of this struggle.

If they don't want to resist, what's the point of Tallulah speaking out?

Alina had proven right. With the right tactics, even ordinary people could use the environment and tools to fight the army. They had set all the traps in this ambush. Watching the vehicles break down one by one, Tallulah was sure the soldiers around her were even more excited than she was.

"Hurry, hurry! Don't forget what I said before, everyone involved in the battle can share half of the spoils! Take away all the clothes, fuel, weapons and equipment, and even the electronic equipment in the car! Everyone, get moving, let's have a good meal together tonight!"

Looking at her enthusiastic and busy subordinates, Tallulah smiled with satisfaction.

Perhaps they were more capable than she thought, and she had always ignored the strength of her companions.

"Alina, you are right. You might be a better leader than I am."

Wine Pond and Meat Forest: 32 Named Waste Hokusai Sauce

"This is a great victory! You've proven that you're not just stray dogs on the side of the road, you've proven your worth and significance. Although we're still weak, as long as we keep working hard, sooner or later, those high-handed nobles and those armies that disregard human life will be destroyed by our might!"

The girl's impassioned speech echoed through the ranks. Those once empty words now seemed so inspiring. Because they had truly done it. They had stripped off those blood-stained uniforms and chopped off those bruised and battered heads. They were no longer insignificant discarded pawns. Before their destruction, there was still much they could do.

A bear can live its entire life with its tail between its legs, but once it tastes the sweetness of blood, the wildness in its heart can no longer be tolerated.

"Alina, I did it! Did you see their eyes? Those indignant yet hopeful eyes! Those were the same eyes we once had, and they are following us!"

The girl chuckled and nodded. She knew Tallulah was right, because they had ignited the anger in the hearts of these infected people. "As expected of you, Ata. I knew you could do it. But we can't get carried away just yet. A new pursuit team will attack soon, and by then we won't have this many people."

"I know, so we have to move quickly." Tallulah clenched her fists. While an inspiring victory was important, their situation hadn't improved much. A support team couldn't carry much supplies, so to prevent possible positioning and disconnection issues, they had proactively dismantled the off-road vehicles.

The good news was that they had enough fuel and several intact engines, and the small amount of steel they carried would allow them to make some more tools or weapons. But the bad news was that they had to cross a mountain range on foot to completely escape the pursuit from behind.

Although it was spring, the temperature in the mountains was still terribly cold. Without enough food, no one could be sure of making it across the mountains alive.

"Luckily, it's spring now, so there should be some wild animals to hunt in the mountains. If we can catch one or two Rift Beasts, we'll have enough food to last us a while."

Alina nodded: "I hope so."

.........

"Is this reasonable?"

Victor opened his eyes and looked at the two bewildered secretaries and a certain lazy bear. "A support convoy of about fifty people was ambushed and wiped out by a hundred infected infantrymen, and they couldn't even fight back? How can this really be justified?"

"I don't know, I can't imagine that kind of scene." Dorothy shook her head. Victoria's question was a bit beyond her scope.

Victory's gaze shifted to the slacking bear: "Shura?"

"Don't ask me." Hunting Bee stuck out his butt, stood up, and took a cup of sweet coffee with added ingredients from Kasheina. "According to the rules you've set now, that convoy and its commander will probably be persuaded to retreat. Unless you say that the equipment of those infected is more advanced than the standard military equipment."

Victoria grinned and shifted his gaze to Kashena.

Kasheina shrugged, her expression as if she was completely unconcerned. "Why are you looking at me? Didn't you devise the guerrilla strategy? Now they're winning, and you're so incredulous?"

"To be honest, I never thought they could win without any casualties. In my estimation, if we can achieve a one-to-one casualty ratio in an ambush, it would be considered a big victory." Victoria clicked his tongue and decided not to delve into the issue any further.

He was beginning to doubt whether all the imperial history he'd read was in vain. Was this really the Ursus army that could defeat ten enemies with one? Had it become so watered down and corrupted?

"Kasheina, please record this for me. The Fourth Legion's mobile unit is a complete mess, both in terms of equipment performance and soldier quality. Evaluation: A pile of shit. Other units: To be determined."

"Got it." Kasheina smiled slightly and took out a file and wrote a few words. "I'm actually quite looking forward to it. When you finish compiling this file and send it to those generals, their expressions might be quite interesting."

"That's just something to think about." Victoria's mouth twitched. "Also, the backup plan you arranged for the Fourth Legion can begin now. Time is running out for both us and the Reunion Movement. It's best to prepare those 'quickly infected' ones as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, I've already prepared for this." Kasheina's thin lips parted slightly, but what came out was a whisper that made people feel like they were falling into the abyss: "Training the infected into soldiers is difficult, but how difficult is it to turn soldiers into the infected? As long as the oripathy is planted, they can't regret it even if they want to, hehehe."

"Smile more healthily and don't make my office look like some evil laboratory." Victoria scolded Kashena casually, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

He was not a noble man, and he felt no guilt towards the soldiers who were destined to be sacrificed. He had already abandoned those unnecessary moral ethics as early as when he decided to live a wonderful life.

This land will eat you. If you don't want to be eaten, then eat faster and harder than it.

Becoming a winner is the only way to survive.

.........

"Is this reasonable?"

Carlisle looked at the soldier in front of him in surprise and doubt. As the adjutant of the Fourth Legion, in theory he was responsible for the soldiers' daily behavioral norms.

But now?

"First, a small team disappeared, and then they told me that the search and rescue team has also lost contact. Sokarn Village is still our territory, right? Are you sure you are still soldiers?"

The signalman standing in front of him said nothing, not daring to offend him at all.

Carlisle took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down: "When did we lose contact?"

"Two hours ago." The signalman lowered his head and reported: "I left the communication area three hours ago, and I haven't been able to contact them since then. Unless they are out for a picnic, otherwise..."

"Three hours is more than enough time for them to circle the restricted area." Carlisle sighed, completely giving up his hope. "I'll report to General Nikalov. You continue to send people to contact them. If there's any movement, be sure to notify me immediately!"

"Yes!"

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Heita, you old woman, I won’t let you go even if I become a ghost!

Qi Yu, a young cleaner working odd jobs in the space station, was unexpectedly discovered by Heita to be a time traveler from Earth.

In order to return to his hometown, Qi Yu had to agree to let her study his body.

As a result... a failed experimental explosion caused him to travel to the Arknights.

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"So, how can I get back?"

Qi Yu's smile froze.

"Well, according to my calculations, as long as you successfully fulfill their obsession, you will be able to return to Earth soon."

The talented and beautiful girl Heita vowed.

"Yeah yeah……"

Qi Yu looked at the group of Ark female characters behind him who had lost their luster, and said in a cold sweat, "Before that happens, I will be killed by these crazy women who will regret it for the rest of their lives!"

"Ark, all of this will leave me with lifelong regrets!"

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The Fourth Army of the Ursus Empire, referred to as the Fourth Legion, is the first legion established since the late emperor ascended the throne.

Although both are legions led by the old aristocratic faction, the Fourth Legion is older, more united, and more... authoritarian than the Sixth Legion where Victoria is located.

Yes, authoritarian.

Although both legions were composed of nobles of all sizes and connected by territories, the commander of the Fourth Legion was completely different from that of the Sixth Legion.

The commander of the Sixth Legion, Akashsky Kalashnikov, can be regarded as the product of consultation and compromise among several nobles, while the Fourth Legion has always been controlled by a single family.

Nekalov Lenin. The current patriarch of the Lenin family, a general, one of the current Dukes of Ursus, known as the "Iron Duke." He is a staunch royalist and one of the oldest members of the aristocratic family.

It is said that the Lenin family already existed when the 'Bear Breeder' overthrew the Hippogriff Dynasty. Although this is just a rumor, it is enough to prove the longevity of this family.

Clear records in historical books show that the Lenin family has a history of at least 500 years.

This unique status was unmatched by any other legion, or even any other noble. Therefore, the entire Fourth Legion was almost entirely ruled by Nikalov, and his orders were even more important within the Fourth Legion than the Emperor's.

Da da da----

There was a crisp knock on the heavy wooden door. Carlisle, the adjutant, waited quietly at the door, not daring to overstep his authority.

A moment later, the wooden door was gently opened, and a weathered and resolute face appeared in front of Carlisle.

He is Nekalov Lenin, the most principled and ruthless general in the entire empire.

"Is there something?" After opening the door, Nekalov went straight back to his wooden desk and continued to look through the report in his hand in front of Carlisle.

As a multi-tasking officer, Nikalov had several lieutenants, each responsible for different matters within the legion. Carlisle was the most outstanding among them.

"It's a small matter, but I think it's necessary for you to take a look." Carlisle saluted respectfully, then sat down in front of Nikalov politely.

"A small team went AWOL while on patrol in the south and was later confirmed missing. A day later, today, I dispatched a rescue team to search for them, but as of now, there's still no news of them. Six hours have passed since the rescue team set out, so it's safe to say that that team and the subsequent rescue teams have all met with misfortune."

"Missing?" Nekalov took his pipe from a drawer, filled it with tobacco, and tapped it lightly a few times. "Do you remember our military operation a while ago?"

"The military operation a while ago?" Carlisle was slightly stunned, then quickly realized something: "You mean, this disappearance might be the work of those infected guerrillas last time? But I clearly dealt a heavy blow to them last time and drove them out of your territory. Do these guerrillas really have the guts to come back?"

Niekalov nodded noncommittally and struck a match. "Do you remember my arrangement?"

"Of course I remember. In order to eradicate the problem, you specifically instructed us to start with the village where the incident occurred and carefully investigate each village one by one to ensure that no one of their forces was lurking in our territory. I still remember the order of action..."