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The only interesting things in the barracks were the men who loved to gossip, so Jeppard wrote down the funny things that happened in the barracks.

For example, Jeppard recalled the bad tempers of his logistics colleagues who were responsible for maintaining weapons and mechas.

This is because the battles with the creatures from the Rift resulted in a great loss of weapons, but the logistics staff could not be careless with the weapons, so each logistical task was very heavy. Although the logistics staff were relatively safe, Jeppard always felt that they wanted to pick up their weapons and chop the monsters with their own hands to relieve their stress.

Jeppard also mentioned in the letter that there are factions in the military camp. Of course, it is not an ordinary factional dispute, but a dispute about which fighting method is more enjoyable and efficient. Currently, the firepower faction and the mecha faction have the largest number of people.

The firepower faction believes that firepower is the truth. The most beautiful sound on the battlefield is the roar of artillery fire, and the most beautiful scene is the sight of monsters reduced to ashes under the bombardment of artillery fire. The mecha faction believes that mechas are the most lovable companions on the battlefield. There is a great sense of security around them, and no man can refuse such a masterpiece of steel craftsmanship. Jeppard even heard that a colleague wanted to use the money originally intended for marrying his wife to get a mecha of his own.

It was difficult for Jeppard to evaluate the idea of spending the rest of his life with the mecha.

The two factions argued in the military camp to determine who was superior. Their most common competition was to see which faction had more kills, and the number of enemies defeated was the most powerful evidence.

In addition to these two factions, there is actually a melee faction, but its number is relatively small, and they sit in the seats between the two parties and watch the show.

Although this behavior seemed a bit... overly energetic to Jeppard, the fight between the two factions was a rare source of fun in the military camp where there was a lack of entertainment. The current situation on the front line was much more advantageous than before, and they had even begun to recapture some areas that had been captured before. So everyone was not as dull as before, and began to have the mood and time to get busy.

There are people from the upper class and people from the lower class in the military camp. Sometimes there will be some minor frictions because of this, but the barriers between everyone will disappear as they get along better.

After all, no one is treated specially on the front line. Everyone is the same, all trying to defend Beloberg. And under the policy of the current Grand Guardian Cocolia, the relationship between the upper and lower urban areas is getting closer and closer, so this difference between the upper and lower areas will soon become a topic of mutual banter.

They would occasionally organize activities together, and Jeppard was once dragged into a military boxing match they organized.

Jeppard looked at a crude iron belt made of scrap iron left over from maintenance on a box. This was a belt that could only be won by the champion of that competition. Obviously, Jeppard was the champion that time.

Although Jeppard's boxing skills were not as good as those from the lower city, he defeated all the enemies with his strength and some fighting skills and got the iron belt.

Jeppard couldn't help but smile, and then he complained about the simplicity of the iron belt in the letter. However, in his heart, he actually wanted to take the iron belt back now and show it to his sisters. However, soldiers cannot leave at will, so Jeppard could only draw a rough outline on the letter.

However, how should I put it about the painting? The belt, which was not very good-looking to begin with, became even more...abstract under Jeppard's pen?

Looking at the picture on the letter, Jeppard blushed and scratched his head.

At the end of the letter, after telling them that everything was fine here and that they didn't need to worry too much, Jeppard solemnly put the letter away, preparing to have the logistics department send it back at daybreak.

Jeppard looked at the time and found that it was his turn to stand guard, so he took the shield made by Shiluwa and walked out of the tent, ready to replace his comrades.

Looking at the endless snowfield outside, Jeppard sighed in his heart. The cold wave period is approaching, and many fissure creatures will soon appear. They must remain vigilant at all times so that they can protect Beloberg and their families.

However, having said that, I am still a little worried about Brother Prince. It is still a bit dangerous to go deep into the snowfield to collect first-hand information.

But when I thought about the fact that big brother Prince had never had any trouble over the years, I felt relieved. Each of them has his or her own position, and they just need to do their best.

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Get ready to start making trouble!

Volume 111: Beloberg's Sprouts: Chapter : The Star Core is Secretly Causing Trouble

After the exhibition, sisters Sheila and Xier returned to the downtown area.

Usually, Xier also helps Xuela with the front desk work. Although Xier's talent for studying is not very good, her working ability is still quite outstanding.

When patients see Xier’s cute appearance, their mood will be much better.

Today was supposed to be an ordinary day. Xier sat at the front desk, issuing registration forms to each patient.

"Number 15, get your ticket and line up over there."

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the door of the clinic.

"Sheila, Sheila, come out and take a look!"

Two people carried a stretcher and brought in a young man. Xier knew him. Logically, he should be in good health, but he looked particularly weak now, and even his cough sounded heavy and dull.

Hearing the noise here, Sheila finally came out.

After checking, Xier saw Xuela frowning. This was a rare situation. In her impression, Sister Xuela always looked at ease.

The person who brought him here was also a little panicked: "What's wrong, Sheila, is this serious?"

"Why didn't you send it here earlier?"

"We thought he just had a common cold and gave him some medicine, but when we saw his condition getting worse and worse, and he couldn't even get out of bed, we realized something was wrong."

Sheila rubbed her temples and muttered, "This isn't a viral cold, it's viral pneumonia."

The situation was urgent, and Sheila immediately gave orders.

"Everyone! Stay in this hall now! You can't leave until it's disinfected! Wear a mask if you have one!"

Then she said to the person who brought the patient over, "He's in acute respiratory distress. His blood oxygen level is dangerous. He needs oxygen therapy as soon as possible, otherwise his life may be in danger. Fortunately, the oxygen equipment in the clinic is still available."

"You are likely infected as well. You need to stay for observation and explain the situation in detail later."

The two people carrying the stretcher looked at each other. From Sheila's tone, they felt that the matter was quite serious. Out of trust in Sheila, they nodded in agreement.

Sheila turned her head and looked at her very seriously, which made Xier stand up straight subconsciously.

"Xier, go and call Oleg over for me, the sooner the better, please. Also, remember to wear a mask."

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away!"

Being given the task so solemnly by her sister, Xier did not dare to hesitate at all and immediately left the clinic to look for Oleg.

After Xier left, Xuela immediately brought the patient in with a stern look in her eyes.

There is no time to lose; many things are about to begin.

"Hey, isn't this Xiao Xier? How come you have time to come and see me?"

Looking at the girl running towards him, Oleg smiled happily, half squatted down, and looked at the panting Xier gently.

"Why are you running so fast? Is there something important?"

"Hoo! Hoo! Oh, Uncle Oleg—"

"Don't worry, don't worry. Let's calm down first and then talk slowly. By the way, why are you wearing a mask while running?"

Looking at the anxiety in Xier's eyes above the mask, Oleg was a little puzzled.

Xier finally recovered after taking a few deep breaths and said quickly, "Hoo, hoo, Uncle Oleg, I have something very important for you to come over. It's really, really important! Let me come to you right away!"

"what?"

Oleg's eyes instantly became serious. It was Xuela who asked Xier to come over, and she was so anxious. He suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Okay, I understand. Let's go over there quickly."

"hurry up!"

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Wearing a mask, Oleg walked in and said to Sheila, "Sheila, what happened? Why did you send Xier to see me so anxiously?"

"Simply put, we need to report to the Grand Guardian immediately and have the Silvermane Iron Guard come down. Then you will be responsible for organizing the personnel, preparing to manage the entire Lower City, and taking stock of everyone's current conditions..."

Sheila spoke briefly about each matter, but each one was undoubtedly weighty. Oleg grew increasingly frightened as he continued to speak. "No, sister, can you please tell me what happened first? Is it that serious?"

Facing Oleg's question, Sheila nodded heavily. After examining the patient, she realized how urgent the situation was. It could be said that the entire Beloberg would have to deal with this matter next.

"Yes, you can understand it as a highly contagious virus spreading. If it's not controlled, it's very likely that more than half of the entire Beloberg population will be paralyzed."

"You have to be prepared and organize your manpower. Many places will be isolated and shut down until this epidemic is over."

"Quarantine? Shutdown? Epidemic? Sheila, this kind of thing is not something you can joke about."

"Uncle Oleg, do you think I'm the type to make such a joke?"

Sheila asked back, and Oleg was silent.

He had watched her grow up, so he naturally understood that the girl in front of him would never joke about such a thing.

The doubts just now were more out of disbelief. You know, people in the downtown area rely on work to make a living. Now the situation has improved and everyone is enthusiastic about life. Now Xuela said that it is very likely that many people will have to stop working. How can anyone accept this?

Sheila also understood the reason, but this thing had to be done, so she persuaded Oleg.

"That's why Uncle Oleg and I need to step forward. We're the only two people in the lower city who are willing to listen to what they say. If anyone else were to come, I doubt many would obey."

"Don't worry, the Upper and Lower Districts are one. We are not isolated and helpless. This year's Great Guardian is so concerned about the people of the Lower District that he won't leave it alone when the time comes. Give others a little more confidence."

Oleg thought for a moment and finally chose to believe Sheila. Since she was so serious, this matter must not be taken lightly.

"If that's the case, then I'll do it with you."

Sheila's eyes curved into crescents, and she was very happy about this trust.

The fact that such a virus could appear without any warning, undoubtedly, must be the work of the Star Core.

The seal had weakened after hundreds of years, making it restless, but it could not mobilize too much, otherwise it would not have acted quietly, intending to rely on the infectious virus to make a move before Beloberg's people could react.

Sheila could guess that the Star Core was getting anxious after seeing Beloberg, who had been interfered with by him/her. If the will of protection appeared again, it would be locked up again, which it could not accept, so it was expected that it would continue to cause trouble.

But the script will never go according to its ideas, because it can never imagine that joy will come to it and the future will be more joyful.

【Ahaha!: Ahahaha, so I can see the fun of the core, and everyone else's?】

[My sister is so cute: Of course, please look forward to it——]

【Snow Meteor: A joyful feast.】

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Now it’s Sheila’s turn.

Volume 112: Beloberg's Sprouts: Chapter : Unity

"Lord Cocolia, the epidemic in the Lower City is nothing to be afraid of. It will naturally disappear when the time is right. Normal operations in the Lower City should continue. Do not stop."

The officials below spoke righteously, and then kept talking about how much damage would be caused to Beloberg if construction in the lower city was stopped.

The underground fire organization that is currently controlling the lives of people in the downtown area should be directly abolished. Such an organization has no permission from Krippleburg and should stop its actions and get everything back on track.

Cocolia looked at the report in her hand without even glancing at him.

Until he finished speaking, I could only stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do next.

Seeing this, the others also lowered their heads and remained silent.

"Are you finished?"

Cocolia raised her head slightly and looked at the official in the audience with contempt.

The official shuddered, but still said, "Lord Cocolia, I am doing this for Beloberg's own good."

"Ha." Cocolia laughed. She was so scared by these short-sighted guys that she slammed the table and the people below fell silent instantly.

Cocolia stood on a high place, shouting at the ministers below, with anger visible on her face.

"You're truly blind! Are you ignoring the cases of infection that keep popping up one after another? You won't be happy until everyone in Beloberg falls ill!"

"You even dared to stir up conflict between the upper and lower districts in front of me, blaming everything on the lower district. I think you've been in this position for so long that your brain must have been damaged. Do you think I'm as stupid as you?"

"It's unfair, it's unfair, Lady Cocolia, I really didn't mean that."

The minister had beads of sweat dripping down his head, but he still tried to argue. He had worked hard for most of his life and had finally obtained this position. How could he lose everything because of such a small matter?

But Cocolia never indulges these people. Doesn't she know what they are thinking?

It's nothing more than the fact that she has tilted resources towards the downtown area since she took office, causing dissatisfaction among these guys. They want to use this incident to force these people they look down upon to return to their original places and prevent them from occupying their original positions.

The surge in cases seemed to be invisible to them, and their minds were filled with their own little thoughts.

This is exactly what makes Cocolia angry. As long as the crisis does not happen to them, they will not care at all. They will only regret it when the disaster comes.

If it were a great guardian, facing so many ministers and those complex networks of relationships, he might take this into consideration and estimate that, and engage in a series of long-term wrangling. In the end, the progress bar would not move at all.

But who is she? She is Cocolia. In the long history of Beloberg, among the many great guardians recorded, she is the most dictatorial one.

Maybe her political achievements are not the best, and not the most satisfactory to everyone, but she is the great guardian who is most capable of making the final decision at important moments, and now is such a time.

She doesn't need too many useless opinions. What she wants is the survival of Beloberg and a new future. She will kick out anyone who stands in the way of this ideal without hesitation.

"Now, immediately, all medical resources must be concentrated to resolve this sudden epidemic."

"Everyone must give their all. Anyone who dares not to work hard, or who is afraid of death, should prepare to go home!"

Soon, following an order from the Great Guardian Cocolia, the entire Beloberg began to mobilize and transport the necessary things to the lower city.

Oleg, the former Silver Mane Iron Guard with outstanding merits, was appointed by Cocolia to be responsible for maintaining order in the lower city. She also dug out Sheila, an outstanding doctor with reputation and ability, and ordered her to be responsible for the treatment of the epidemic in the lower city and to research drugs to cure the virus.

"Move all these medicines over there. Be careful, these are life-saving!"

"Everyone in this team, quickly sort the supplies and then deliver them to everyone's home one by one."