My Arknights Life Diary

Let’s put aside what happened with Tu Fang for now and turn our attention back to the integration movement.

So what is the integration movement like now?

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The current integration movement has entered a truly rapid development stage.

The reason is naturally very simple. Black Snake did not do anything in secret. Instead, it fueled the flames. Now the total number of people in the integration movement has reached nearly 10,000.

And with Tallulah's advocacy and Alina's matchmaking, the team successfully united several villages that were oppressed by the patrol teams.

At first, most people in the land were against contact with these non-infected people, but as time went by, everyone realized that these villagers were actually oppressed people.

Then, after some adjustment, most people in the camp had no objections to these villagers.

I can only say that it is a good thing that Black Snake now has a "living father" above him...

Otherwise, Talulah's somewhat risky decision would definitely allow Black Snake to seize the opportunity and turn the integration movement upside down.

Black Snake: What are you (Ursus swearing) talking about? I am a good citizen!

Tallulah: .........

Tu Fang:..............

Damn it, if you were a good citizen, there would be few bad people in this world. What have you done? Don’t you have any idea?

If you didn't have a certain dad, you would 100% still be thinking about how to organize the integration movement!

Okay, back to the topic.

With the support of various factors, the current integration movement is booming, and the most direct manifestation of this boom is that most people can have meat in one of their two meals a day.

Even though most of these meats are cured bacon or sausages, they are still meat. And in this kind of ice and snow, you want to find fresh meat...

All I can say is that you shouldn't count on something that requires a lot of luck.

..........

"Uncle Kitolov, what are you doing with all this delicious food? Slurp."

One of the children playing at the edge of the camp saw a shield guard pulling a "big cart" of delicious food, and immediately came forward and said this with some envy.

However, it is worth mentioning that even though the man dragging the shield had gray hair, these kids still called him uncle.

"Oh, it's Little Plov. Today we've decided to have a thick meat soup for lunch. These are the ingredients. Don't even think about stealing them, kid! Haha!"

The shield guard named Kitolov spoke like this. At this moment, he was not wearing heavy armor of this level, and his large shield served as a support for these ingredients.

"Of course not. Sister Alina said, slurp slurp, you can't eat secretly..."

Having said that, Plov's eyes never left the food on the shield.

After all, all those kinds of sausages, bacon, smoked meat, pickled meat and the like are all delicious! (Did you ignore the cabbage next to it?)

"Come on, you're almost going crazy with greed, so here's what, if you want to eat, you guys just follow me, if anything falls, rearrange it, and I'll treat you guys to a bowl of thick meat soup later!"

"it is good!"

When Plov heard this, he immediately gathered his friends happily and followed Kitolov.

.............

"Captain, Kitolov is back too. The food is ready, but Kitolov brought back a few little brats..."

"Let them stay. There's no need to make a fuss about this kind of thing."

The patriot put down the book in his hand and spoke like this.

"Well, I see."

"By the way, have Lezavog and the others returned?"

"Not yet. Lezavog is leading Kiwatu and the others on patrol. They should be back by now. Maybe they encountered an accident on the way."

"Maybe he was asked to help someone on the way. Never mind. Let's cook the soup first. Even if something happened on the way and delayed him, he should be back by the time the soup is ready."

The patriot thought of a time when Lezavog was out on patrol and was asked by a group of ignorant children to help them pull wood, so he started talking.

As he said this, he sat up from the chair and left the tent.

Then he didn't walk far before he came to a big pot, a super big pot with a diameter of about three meters. God knows how this pot was made.

Around the pot were dozens of shield guards and a few greedy children, plus a total of six shields piled with food on the ground.

The Patriot glanced at the crowd, and then several shield guards came out. Without exception, they were all shield guards who had followed the Patriot to leave the Ursus army that year, and among them was Kitolov.

"Captain, are we going to start making the soup now?"

"Ah."

The Patriot nodded.

This thick meat soup was originally the idea of ​​this group of veterans. The Patriot knew that these guys had traveled to several villages to collect the ingredients for this soup.

The Patriots did not object to the idea of ​​these guys having a good meal. After all, only when they are full can they have strength.

The so-called thick meat soup, to put it bluntly, is actually a kind of military ration method used by the Ursus army back then, but it is different from what it was back then.

This pot is no longer the small pot that was casually set up on the campfire, and the meat is not the canned meat that has been there for who knows how long.

...........

Of course, this big pot of soup will definitely not rely on just these few people. They are just the initiators of the soup-making action.

When the soup was officially cooked, there were about 20 shield guards involved. Some of them were cutting meat, while others were running to fetch water from a distant stream.

Of course, due to some conditions, the current method of making thick soup is definitely different from what those veterans remember.

After all, some materials may not be found no matter how hard they look for them.

The pot is hot.

Several shield guards poured a little meat oil into the pot, then added onions, shredded carrots, tomatoes and other vegetables and stir-fried them.

Of course, the frying process must be carried out by Patriots. After all, the pot with a diameter of three meters is too big, and it is a bit troublesome for these shield guards to fry it, but the Patriots are just right.

After the vegetables were stir-fried, another shield guard brought in a dozen cans of pickled cucumbers. Then, all the cans were poured into the pot along with the soup.

After these cans of pickled cucumbers were added into the pot, two shield guards immediately brought a bucket of beer and poured it directly into the pot.

The beer slightly covered the vegetables, and when the vegetable soup became a little thick, two more shield guards came over with a large pile of cut pickled meat.

They cut the bacon into small pieces and spread it evenly over the vegetables, and the Patriot stirred the pot with a huge spatula.

After the pickled meat and vegetable soup were thoroughly mixed, he asked the two shield guards next to him to cut the freshly grilled steaks into small pieces and pour them directly into the pot.

After all this was done, five shield guards came from a distance carrying large iron buckets. These buckets were filled not with water, but broth.

To be precise, it is a smoked meat soup, and the soup contains many whole pieces of cured meat.

They came to the big pot and poured all five buckets of broth into it. The water level in the iron pot rose sharply, followed by the rich aroma of meat.

From the moment we met the aroma of meat filled the entire camp.

There is nothing much to say about the following process. The smoked beef is cut into pieces and put in, the sausage is cut into pieces and put in, the salami is cut into pieces and put in, and the cabbage and various kinds of meat are also cut into pieces and put in.

Um.........

They say the meat is thick and the broth is thick, and it is quite thick, but this is clearly just a hodgepodge!

.............

Cover the pot, simmer over low heat, and then comes the long waiting time.

The Patriot found a place, sat down, and chatted with several shield guards beside him.

"Kitorov, how old are you?"

"Fifty, almost sixty, Captain. I can't quite remember."

"............How many years have you been following me?"

“It’s been about 30 years.”

".........30 years! It's a long time......"

"Yes, hundreds of people chose to go with you, but now..."

Kitolov said this with some regret. Although there are still several hundred shield guards now, most of them are fresh blood absorbed later, and they are no longer the old people who chose to leave with the Patriots.

As for such sighs, he often has them, those familiar equipments, and unfamiliar faces underneath…

"Kitorov, how long are you going to follow me?"

"Captain, what are you talking about?"

"Kitorov, you need to rest. I remember clearly that you are 67 years old... You should be able to notice the white hair on your head..."

"Captain, you haven't rested yet, so how can I rest? Besides, my hair is originally white, and white Ursus is not uncommon!"

"But I clearly remember that your hair was brown and black at first."

"........."

Kitorov stopped talking. This time the patriot didn't beat around the bush and directly exposed the lies he had told him.

..............

About 40 minutes later, the soup was almost cooked, but what surprised the Patriot was that Lezavog and his shield team still hadn't returned at this time.

Just when the Patriot was about to send someone to check on their situation, a scout who looked familiar to him ran towards the camp in a panic.

"What's going on? Where are Lezavog and the others?"

The Patriot stood up and asked.

"Mr. Lezavog, he led the team to the north. The team stationed there was attacked. They asked me to come to the camp for help... huhuhu~

I met Mr. Lezavog and his team on the way. I told them about the situation over there, and they went there to provide support. Huhuhuhu~"

As soon as the scout stopped, he began to speak while panting.

"An attack? Was it roaming vagrants, a patrol team, or a garrison?"

The Patriot asked this. At this time, the Integration Movement was quite powerful and some ordinary people would never do something as suicidal as attacking the Integration Movement.

"I don't know. Some of them are wearing military uniforms, but their style of doing things is different from that of the military. Some of them are...brutal..."

The Patriots had a bad feeling...

"Everyone! Put on your equipment and set off immediately!"

The Patriot turned around and spoke to the shield guards behind him.

"Don't stop, go and notify other teams to assemble in the north!"

The Patriot turned around and said this to the scout.

"understand!"

..............

Kitolov was preoccupied, and he held the bowl of his soup without taking a sip.

The patriots' calls brought him back to reality.

He knew something was wrong in the camp, so he put the still-hot bowl of broth aside and put on his gear.

"Hey? Uncle, you don't want to drink this bowl of soup?"

Kitolov's abnormal behavior attracted Plov's attention. The other shield guards drank the broth in one gulp, but this guy chose to put the broth aside.

He felt he had a chance of getting another bowl of soup.

"Ouch!"

"You little brat, I know exactly what you're up to! I'm definitely going to drink this soup!"

Kitolov said this and hit Plov on the head.

"Why don't you drink now?"

"Can't I keep it for a midnight snack?"

"Tsk, you're still eating this as a midnight snack? Don't you know that the soup won't taste good if it gets cold..."

Plov curled his lips and said this.

"Hey, kid! Forget it... Just keep this bowl of soup for me. No matter what the result is, as long as the soup is kept until tonight, I will treat you to another bowl of soup. How about that?"

"Really?"

Plov spoke with some surprise. He was a little confused as to when this old guy became so easy to talk to.

You know, he just casually called him "old man" before, and ended up being chased for three miles!

"Would I lie to you? Well, I'm leaving now. Don't let the soup spill or get cold!"

Kitolov said this, put on his helmet, raised his shield, joined the team of shieldmen, and soon disappeared from Plov's sight...