this is my ark journey

"Salute to Your Majesty Fyodor!"

"To the invincible Ursus army, salute to the glory." Fyodor raised his glass reservedly, as the titular supreme commander, every soldier is his subordinate.

When the emperor put down his wine glass, all the soldiers below the lieutenant general left consciously, and those who stayed with the emperor in the end were basically high-ranking military leaders, most of them were quite old, and the medals on their bodies were bulletproof.

Werther silently followed behind the emperor, and at a glance, they were all familiar faces.

Marshal Huaxinlev, Chief of Staff of the High Command, General Yadrov, Commander of the Second Army, General Pavlov, Commander of the Fourth Army, and Lieutenant General Deshka, Commander of the Capital Garrison.

Anyone who stomps their feet can shake the ground of Ursus. Werther glanced at it and nodded slightly to a blond youth at the end.

He has blond hair and a handsome appearance. He is very abrupt among a group of old men. He has the rank of lieutenant general. He is the Gendarmerie Commander Reinhard.

While the Deputy Speaker of the Imperial Parliament and the Minister of Finance was scanning the soldiers, the emperor chatted with the respected generals of the previous emperor's era, most of which were not nutritious.

For example, in the Battle of the Four Emperors 40 years ago and the Uka War 30 years ago, they praised their honor, which is considered to be enough face.

From the past to the present, others seem to think that they are a group of political scientists, chatting back and forth, and "unintentionally" mentioned the present in the melodious sound of the violin.

"Your Majesty, the empire has not had a large-scale battle for ten years, and your loyal soldiers are eager to make meritorious deeds." Marshal Vasinlev swung his wine glass, looking worried.

The emperor squeezed the cup slightly, and said with a pleasant expression, "My marshal, you know the current financial situation of the empire, and it is unable to support any war."

"Finance is like a sponge, there is always something to be squeezed, and once Ursus' saber is rusted, it is very difficult to sharpen it again." The marshal stroked his glasses, and fixed his sharp eyes on Werther:

"Therefore, the parliament should pass the military's emergency proposal to confiscate all the property of the relatives of the infected and charge it to military expenses, and select a certain percentage of soldiers from the mines as the frontline dead army."

The proposal has been stuck for a long time, and the military is extremely dissatisfied. At this time, Werther must stand up.

"Your Excellency Marshal, the empire's laws on the infected are already strict enough and have already caused a large number of rebellions, and the money we have collected is not enough to fill the holes in the counter-rebellion."

"Then you can add one more thing. While confiscating property, all of them live together, and at the same time order the gendarmerie to quickly wipe out those rebels!" Huaxinlev turned his head and asked softly: "Reinhall, what is the movement of infected people in the empire?" Continue until now?"

"The gendarmerie and picket team have made an all-out attack, but these rats are hiding everywhere." The blond youth replied with a smile.

"With your ingenuity, you can't even destroy a few guerrillas? Well, Yadrov, your Second Army will also participate."

"Obey!" The strong general with a bumpy face stood at attention and saluted.

The military wants to prove that the group of infected people is not eligible to be discussed in this palace, so that there is no excuse for the parliament.

Fyodor gritted his teeth, and controlled his strength not to burst the wine glass. Suppressing the rebellion is indeed the purview of the high command, but where does he put him, the emperor?

Just as he was about to get angry, Witte took a step forward and covered his angry expression.

"Marshal, let alone the infected, their relatives are also His Majesty's subjects."

"The patrons are also sinners, and they are not eligible to enjoy the glory of Ursus. Do you need me to explain this?"

The army will not give Werther face, and this important minister of the empire is used to it. He is not angry at all, and gently strokes the civilized stick.

"Marshal, what makes you so anxious?"

"The civil war in Kazdel is settled, and the winner is Therecia, you know."

"Well, I heard something."

"Hmph, this is Kazdel's New Year's message that I just received today. Let's see what the devil wants to do."

Werther took it over and glanced at it. It turned out that it was Teresia's New Year's speech. It basically talked about how to build Kazdel and what kind of appearance Sarkaz will show to the land of Terra. He hoped that he and other countries would not interfere in each other's internal affairs. , live in peace and so on.

However, it also mentions the infected, saying that the Tower of Babel will do its best to develop drugs, and Kazdel will also open the border and become a paradise for the infected.

Full of idealism, no wonder this group of military leaders are so irritable.

Other countries may be fine, such as Colombia, who are eager to send people here to reduce the social burden, but Ursas is very upset when he sees it.

With the empire's policy on the infected, not to mention the escape of a large number of cheap slaves, do you think those who escaped will come back for revenge?

'No wonder, if you want to conquer Kazdel, you need an army-level expedition. The amount of money is astronomical, and the parliament uses the law to be too strict and it will cause riots. The army wants to wipe out all the rebels so that I can't Excuse. '

Werther and the nobles of the parliament have no special feelings for the infected. Everything is a bargaining chip in the game of power. The military is too big to lose. If they are allowed to make meritorious service in the war, His Majesty will simply use it as a rubber stamp.

"Her Highness Teresia's ideal is really regrettable, but after several years of civil war, Sarkaz has also emerged many heroes, such as this Ryan Rodland, perhaps one army is not enough."

Werther has needles hidden in the cotton, and even if the infected are squeezed out by decree, it can only maintain an army expedition at most.

"Your Excellency, you have read too many novels. The outcome of a war depends on steel and national strength. One or two heroes are nothing." The marshal saw through the opponent's strategy and smiled coldly on his face full of flesh.

"So hurry up and destroy the opponent before Kazdel's national strength is restored! Your Majesty, leave the domestic rebellion to me. Within two months, I guarantee that there will be no rebellion in the empire."

Would it be too exaggerated for the Gendarmerie Command and the Second Army to deal with a few guerrillas?

Fyodor always felt that there was something wrong with it, but he couldn't say that the infected rebelled, well, it shouldn't be wiped out.

This group of warlords had no choice but to draw their swords immediately, saying, "Why did Your Majesty rebel?"

It would be great if Tracy wins, and the military will endure until it provokes another war with small moves.

"Then leave it to Qing, I'm a little tired, so I'll leave first."

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

A group of generals beat their chests with their right hands, and they didn't let go until the backs were far away. Seeing that the surrounding civil servants and nobles also started to leave, they all laughed mockingly.

"With this group of insects, how can we make a good country?"

"Bring some vodka, how do you drink this soft wine?"

The military chiefs showed their true colors, but fortunately, the commanders above still maintained their demeanor. General Yadrov, with a bulbous nose and a pitted face, poured a glass of vodka and came to the commander of the gendarmerie, who had a different style of painting.

"Reinhar, how many domestic resistance organizations are there now?"

The handsome young man with blond hair glanced at him and said with a smile, "Are you sure you're talking here?"

"Haha, your headquarters is gloomy, and none of our adjutants want to go." Pavlov of the Fourth Army also came.

"Okay, I'll ask the adjutant to send the specific information tomorrow. Anyway, from west to east in the empire, there are two to three hundred rebels with more than a hundred people, most of which are related to the infected, among them..."

"Speaking of the most famous ones, I don't have time to play hide-and-seek with them on the snow field."

The lieutenant general nodded, took out a pen, and drew a symbol similar to an X on the tablecloth.

"The integration movement, the largest number, defeated my mobile military police in a row."

The two army commanders looked at each other, intending to scold the military police for being idiots, but they held back in order to ensure the unity of the army.

"Even the mobile troops are not afraid, this is not an ordinary mob, they must punch hard!" The generals reached an agreement, and looked at the pattern on the table, their eyes had become fanatical.

For military merit, I have to borrow your heads!

The blond-haired Reinhard glanced at the other party, and said solemnly: "But it is very troublesome to deal with this integration movement. They not only have the captain, but also a considerable degree of supporters. The military police have repeatedly failed to succeed."

"Did Bozhuo Kasi's northern guerrillas merge with them? It's really troublesome. Apart from the infected, there are also many ordinary people who sympathize with them and often take us around in circles on the snowy field." Hearing that, he turned his head angrily.

"Isolate them and destroy their sense of trust. The people will not support a group of KBists. Without supplies, the endless snowfield will engulf them."

Ginger is still old and hot, and instantly pointed out the weakness of the integration movement.

A resistance organization like this cannot expand without support, and no one knows better than the Ursus military when it comes to framing.

Chapter 150 Not as good as Kazdel

Fine snowflakes fell, the surrounding branches were dead, the sky and the earth were white, the snow quickly covered the roof of the platform, and the radio with severe electric noise was playing over and over again.

"The snow train from Chernobog is about to enter the station. Passengers are requested to stand aside the yellow line and wait."

Ursus people wearing all kinds of heavy winter clothes lined up, exhaling into frost, many people stamped their feet and rubbed their hands, and kept sighing, "the emperor is on top, the time is finally on time".

This is the snow train station in the Altai region on the southern frontier of Usas, and it is crowded with people who have to go out in the cold winter to make a living.

Among the crowd was a young man with rimless glasses. He was wearing thick leather gloves and a taupe long windbreaker, and was carrying a small wooden box. Judging from his ears, it was a film, and he was observing it back and forth with great interest.

It has been several days since Ren came to Usas. He flew directly to the border, and then crossed the border under the guidance of the secret agents of the Tower of Babel, and then became an employee of a Colombian company relying on absolutely legal documents.

Crossing the border and going deep into the interior of Ursus, he found that this empire and Kazdel are simply two worlds.

It's not how happy the people here are, but the ubiquitous order and the ubiquitous soldiers.

If he was in Kazdale, he would have been robbed ten times within a day of going out in this outfit, and there would be no public transportation between mobile cities, because it would provide opportunities for mercenaries to work part-time.

It's not as bad as imagined, it looks a little better than Kazdel's abyss full of killings, and many times you don't have to speak with a knife, but in fact...

"Sir, please show your ID." A gendarme in a leather hat and a blue uniform came and interrupted Ren's thoughts. Behind the gendarme, there was a guard about two meters carrying a giant axe. His heavy footsteps made the surrounding passengers They all escaped.

Although the style is different, Renn has seen it in the Tracys Army, which is called the blaster.

Ashes took out his passport from his pocket, and the military policeman opened it and looked at it, asking questions while observing the real person and photos.

"Victor Hofenberg, Columbia Ping An Insurance Company? What are you doing in Ursas?"

"As you can see, come sell business."

"Have you paid the entry management fee? Let me see the entry registration."

"Wait a minute." Ren seemed to have returned to his life as a social animal. He was almost harmless to humans and animals. He took out the second ID card and stuffed it into the hands of the military police. He vaguely saw a strong light piercing the wind and snow.

There is a long train coming from the wind and snow. It looks like a huge snow plow in front of it, plowing several meters of snow out of the way, but Terra's train has no tracks, it looks like a Weird land ship.

Ren came over the mountains, and there was no entry certificate, but there was a [-]-face value ruble stuffed in the certificate.

The gendarme skillfully put the ruble in his arms and handed the certificate to the man who was watching the train.

"The snow train is a feature of Ursas, enjoy the journey."

"Thank you." Ren smiled and put away the documents. He had used this trick several times, but no one checked it seriously.

"Young man, you have paid too much. The blue dog is only worth five hundred. It used to be a hundred." After the military police left, an old man waiting for the bus shook his head and sighed: "This world is getting more and more difficult. , Seeing that you outsiders are trying to rip you off."

"Is there any knowledge here?" Ren humbly asked for advice. He didn't come to Ursus to kill people and run away, but also to observe all aspects of this country.

"The black skin is worth one thousand, the yellow skin is worth eight hundred, the blue skin is five hundred, and the least valuable is the white skin. You can give me whatever you want."

"There are so many colors of uniforms?"

"Yeah, there are military police, mobile military police, infected pickets, garrisons, and tax police. Anyway, there are a lot of them. It's hard to tell them apart if they're not in the army."

"What about the government?"

"It's all the same thing. It's hard to get anywhere in this land without money. If you see someone in uniform, don't mess with them."

"Even if you don't commit a crime?"

"Hehe, they have a lot of ways to fabricate charges, such as infected people or something."

"Can infected people fabricate?"

"It's nothing more than a few documents. If you throw you into the mine, are you afraid that you won't become an infected person?"

The old man sighed, and Ren stopped talking. From this point of view, Ursus is not as good as Kazdel. After all, everyone is equal under the saber.

The train roared into the station, and the wind and snow rolled up made many people cover their faces. Ren let the snowflakes slap on his body and quietly observed the creation of Ursus.

The pure black shell has a rough industrial beauty. This is a civilian land ship. It is divided into sections. The front section is naturally the first-class cabin that nobles can buy, and the back sections are soft sleepers with bunk beds. Behind is the cold hard seat.

The door opened, and most of the people on the platform went to the hard seats. Many people could only sit on the boxes and curl up into a ball. Ren, who was funded by the Tower of Babel, belonged to a wealthy man, so he naturally got into the soft sleeper car.

As soon as I entered the door, the heating in the carriage dispelled the winter cold. I looked around and saw that the carriage was full of neatly dressed middle-class people, and there were dozens of girls in school uniforms at the front, looking out the window and chatting.

Most of them were talking about entertainment news, coupled with the sailor suit and cotton socks, it made Renn who had just come out of the battlefield feel like he was in another world.

"Sonia, look quickly, Altai Station is here."

"I'm not interested. I only care about when this shitty winter training camp will end. I just beat someone up yesterday."

"That Natalia from No. [-] Middle School? Humph, I think she's also quite upset."

Ren followed the reputation and saw that the two girls who spoke were only fourteen or fifteen years old, and they were probably junior high school students.

One of them had blue eyes, short brown hair tied into a bun, and the top of the hair was dyed a touch of red.

She looks like a bad girl, hey, it's better than W no matter what.

No matter how bad a girl is, she is still a student, and no matter how kind a mercenary is, she will still carry her life on her back.

"Hey, what are you looking at?!" The girl in the sailor suit stood up all of a sudden, staring at Ren fiercely, as if a newborn calf was not afraid of tigers.

In fact, Ren didn't have any malicious intentions. He just stayed in Kazdel, who graduated from per capita prenatal education, for a long time. It was very strange to see the students. Sarkaz, who were their age, had already picked up his saber and went to the battlefield.

"I asked what you were looking at." Seeing that he didn't respond, the girl rushed over aggressively. As soon as she raised her hand, she froze.

Ren subconsciously glanced at her, just one glance made the girl feel that her neck was strangled, and sweat poured out of her forehead. In the distance, Sonia, who was called "General Winter" by the brats at school, straightened up, He gripped the beer bottle on the table tightly.

Ashes won't spoil the brat, but he won't cause trouble either. Seeing that the girl was stiff and still, she nodded her head as a signal, and went back to the bunk bed with the suitcase.

"Rosalin, what's wrong with you?" Sonia strode forward with the bottle in hand, blocking her companion behind her.