this is my ark journey

Shuang Xing was a little speechless, and murmured: "It's not what you imagined, that guy was just out of curiosity, and I agreed after a moment of confusion."

Alina propped her head on her hands, blinked her eyes vigorously, as if she didn't understand much, she said after a while, "How is it possible, let alone whether Mr. Ash is curious, are you really in a daze?"

"T-really! I guarantee it with the dignity of a soldier!"

The white rabbit was serious, and seeing the smile on Alina's eyes, he became a little annoyed for a while.

"Really? Then can I touch your ear?"

"Of course not!"

"Can Mr. Patriot?"

"Yes, yes, but when I was a child, he would only rub my head."

"Look, it's that simple. What I can't do, the Patriots and Mr. Ashes can do. At least you won't feel disgusted."

Alina, the master of psychological counseling, leaned forward, saw the white rabbit completely stunned, and smiled knowingly:

"Then you tell me, the same non-disgust, is the Patriot and Mr. Ash the same?"

Shuang Xing took a breath and tried to recall the two of them, they were somewhat similar but fundamentally different, the answer was obvious.

"They are different..."

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Almost at the same time that Alina was talking and healing, Ren had already walked out of the woods, and saw soldiers bustling around, they were collecting supplies, making white camouflage suits and sleds.

The assembly order has been issued, and the team moved like clockwork. Everyone's morale was high, and they were not afraid of being overwhelmed by the army.

After circling the crowd a few times, Ren heard the sound of 'rumbling'. Looking up, he saw that the trees were neatly crushed, and a huge monster was approaching from a distance.

It was a [-]-meter-long land ship, painted with off-white snow camouflage, it was the one captured in the fortress, and Tallulah arranged for someone to bring it back.

At the beginning, Major General Bowles sent a partial army to search, but Mephisto and the heavily infected people repelled them. After fumbling for a while, they drove back.

Marching in the snow is very difficult, and you still have to use machines. Anyway, Terra’s vehicles and ships don’t need to be refueled, and Originium ingots can also be replenished artificially. The integrated movement lacks everything, except warlocks.

"All ready?" Ren stepped forward and saw Tallulah holding a glass of boiling water, staring at the landship in a daze.

"Well, mechanize as much as possible. All the infantry have made sleds. We have very little heavy equipment, and our movement speed is much faster than the enemy." Tallulah replied calmly.

Ren looked at this land ship, which was only one-tenth the size of Rhodes Island, and saw the double-headed eagle on the bow that had not been erased, and was filled with emotion for a while.

The integration movement is really a shotgun for a gun, even the f*cking land ship, and it really is no guns, no guns, the empire built it for me.

"How is the ship?"

"Oh, this is a Pala-class frigate, the cutting-edge equipment of the Second Army. The main firepower is four 203mm Originium array guns, and the speed is extremely fast." After a short pause, I thought of another thing.

"Do you want to change the name, such as the Sword of Integration, the Fire of Vengeance or something?"

Your naming level is worrying...

Ren secretly complained, and asked casually, "What was it originally called?"

"No, under the bridge is the name of the ship."

Ren looked up and saw the number '11' under the bridge, and there was a row of Ursus language behind it.

Ah...Aurora?

When he read it, he was taken aback for a moment, and after a few seconds, he suddenly covered his head and laughed.

"Haha, Aurora? It's called Aurora??"

Tallulah stared at him in astonishment, thinking that Ren was very strange today. There was something wrong with the name of the ship, wasn't it the way the Ursus fleet was accustomed to naming it.

"That's right, dawn or dawn, is there any problem?"

"No, there's no problem. There's no need to change the name of this ship. It's so good that it's unexpected!" Ren still couldn't help laughing, sometimes fate is really amazing.

Tallulah still doesn't understand why, after thinking about it for a while, she thinks it's okay. The integration movement is the dawn of Ursus, the dawn before dawn.

"Well, then don't change it, many battles become easier with a medium-sized land ship!"

Ren glanced at the smug fighter and nodded silently. He did not participate in the frontal land ship collision in the decisive battle of the king's city, but he still knew the relevant information.

The vast majority of Terrans don't know the ocean, the land is their ocean, and sailing on dry land is a very tricky game.

He has seen the cargo ships of the Karan trade, and he has also seen the giants of Rhodes Island, and the warships of the Tower of Babel. Of course, he knows that there is a big difference between land ships and land ships.

The ship can be loaded with complex and heavy naval guns. It is also a mobile warehouse and shelter, and this Ursus frigate looks very advanced.

"A cutting-edge ship?"

"Well, the third-generation frigate has drone cabins and other facilities, but Victoria is the most powerful land ship. Not only has it developed to the fourth generation, but its internal structure is also like a work of art."

When it comes to military equipment, Tallulah talks endlessly. She has received a full set of elite education, but she has only been able to lead an army of refugees for a long time.

"The killing machine doesn't need to be exquisite, as long as it's easy to use." Ren scoffed at Victoria's aesthetics. After coming to Terra for so long, he understood the regular warfare on this land.

Mercenaries and operators are okay for special infiltration, but it must be shown that the capture of a mobile city requires heavy firepower, otherwise those huge caliber fortress guns can fill up as many lives as possible.

"Have you done relevant training? Can you play well?"

"I'm teaching by hand, but it will take a while."

"No need, I don't plan to engage in a fleet battle with the Ursus Army. It's a useful supplement and a bait." Ren put his hands in his pockets. He caught people off guard with violence before, and now he doesn't have much to do. .

"Do you want to leave immediately? Just give me ten days."

"The military situation is on fire, we will set off today." Regardless of Tallulah's stunned expression, Ren turned his head to look at the orderly in auspicious uniform.

"Can you contact Your Excellency Patriot?"

"Please wait."

The messenger immediately started operating, and after a few minutes, he handed the microphone to Ren, who leaned to his ear and heard a deep male voice amidst the strong electromagnetic interference.

"it's me."

"Mr. Patriot, what's going on with you?" Ren felt that the voice was full of oppression.

"The people who can fight have been selected by me, the equipment has been prepared, and they can fight at any time."

equipment?

Ren was stunned for a moment. The people who went north were all bait, basically the rags before the integration movement. As for the personnel, it didn't matter, because the sicker the infected, the stronger the power.

"Using the shield guards as bait, I annihilated the three military police units of the Ursus Army and stripped them of their weapons." Perhaps aware of doubts, the patriot explained.

"As expected of you." Ren felt that he had learned that the so-called invisible pretense is the most deadly.

No wonder the main force of the enemy army did not dare to go up to encircle and annihilate them. In such a complex terrain as the forest, any brigade caught by the patriots would be a dead end.

The two sides were silent for a while, and it was the Patriot's turn to speak: "I have heard about the South. You deserve to be an excellent Sarkaz."

"Award."

"No, your mind and combat power are worthy of praise. Frost Star said a lot of good things."

Mentioning Frost Star, Ren's chrysanthemum tightened, thinking of what happened just now, and the appearance of that big white rabbit.

If the patriots know, what will be the consequences?Will this old father come up with a long halberd and fight for his life?

He shook his head, putting all this shit behind him, now is serious military strategy time.

"How many people can the northern detachment fight now?"

"More than a thousand."

"Is there any movement in the garrison in Tomsk?"

"About half of the people were taken away. They should be the elite, and they went south quickly with the main force of the enemy."

The Ursus army is not an idiot either. After seeing through the treacherous scheme of the integration movement to divert the tiger away from the mountain, they immediately reacted. If they stayed in the north, it is estimated that even 2 to [-] people would not be able to take down the Patriots.

The job of the guerrillas is to be guerrillas. They rely on forests, seas and snowfields to hide and seek. There are monsters like patriots and shield guards. Dividing troops to suppress them is to send meat. Gathering together will greatly reduce the search efficiency. It is better to turn around and attack Talu pull.

After asking and answering, Ren already had a general idea in his mind, calculated the time, and estimated the enemy's southward distance.

"Well, there is one thing I want to ask you."

"Say."

Ren, who was hundreds of miles away, adjusted his glasses and looked at Tallulah with a focused expression.

"Lead your team as quickly as possible—"

"Attack Tomsk!"

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call--

In February, the blizzard on the snow field was even greater, covering the fleet like a thick fog, making it difficult for drones to take off.

At this time in previous years, the integration movement should also spend the winter in the forest. The half-deep snow is no joke.But this year is different. The Ursus army donated a regiment's equipment for nothing, and the integration movement can be quickly mobilized.

It is really difficult to find traces without satellites, at least until the machine reaches the end of its life, no one can catch up with him.

"Measurement completed, high voltage..."

In the warm spring-like command room, Grand Duke Pushkin shrank his whole body on the sofa, and the measurement result made him smile wryly.

"Hey, look at the blood pressure can't go down, those mice are getting smarter."

He slowly got up and hammered his waist, and took the wolfberry tea handed over by the orderly. He looked flattered, and the officers around him admired him.

The disastrous defeat in Lviv and the questioning from Fort St. Jun, most people have already turned the tables in anger, but the Grand Duke remained calm and did not let the anger go to his head.

How can a high-ranking person have no psychological quality, and when he encounters something, his veins will burst out of anger, which is different from a gangster on the street.

While drinking tea, the Grand Duke casually asked, "How are those rats in the north?"

A staff officer picked up a laser pointer and drew a circle on the electronic map: "The wind and snow are too big to lock the position. It is speculated that it is within this range, but the scouts you left are scattered everywhere. As long as they come out, they will be found."

"Well, where are the mice in the south?"

south......

Several staff officers looked at each other and reported bravely: "The intelligence that just arrived, Colonel Ivanov's advance team was ambushed and temporarily lost track."

The command room was terribly quiet. Everyone knew that the integration movement in the north was not a threat. The key lies in the south. What happened in Lviv was too tragic. It can be said that the empire has not suffered such a big fall on the mob in 30 years.

"The commander of the integration movement is very clever. He continuously ran long distances, instigated riots, avoided the real and attacked the weak, and Bowers died unjustly." The Grand Duke took a sip of tea, covered the thermos cup, and said with a smile:

"If Ashes didn't charge forward every time, I would have thought Kazdel's 'Doctor' was coming."

No one answered the officers, and the mob was not scary, but the mob was educated.

The integration movement in the past was easy to deal with. The equipment was poor and the people were not united. When encountering encirclement and suppression, they could only hide and seek. As long as they surrounded them, the wind and snow would kill them.

But now it is different, the army is like a training partner, making these sinners stronger and stronger.

"Relax, it's more interesting to fight against masters. Let Ivanov continue to search. They can be found easily with the land ship I sent specially." The Grand Duke gave the order and threw the teacup to the orderly , asked with his back:

"By the way, is the representative of the Third Army here?"

"Lieutenant General Zaitsev has just arrived and is waiting for you in the reception room."

"It's just for a joke." The Grand Duke sighed and straightened his neckline, "You stay here, I'll go see him."

......

The top floor of the land ship is the reception room. The top of the Nikolai-class battleship is nearly 20 meters high. The huge French windows on all sides are enough to enjoy the surrounding snow scenery. The interior decoration is luxurious, and even the handrails are inlaid with gold.

An Ursus man about 40 years old was standing in front of the window. He was missing one ear, his black military uniform was tense, and his cheeks were as sharp as a knife. He was holding a cup of black tea and looking into the distance.

The steel battleship shuttled through the wind and snow, the huge turret was not far from the feet, the high beams of the armored vehicles were all in sight, and five or six smaller land ships were guarding a hundred meters away.

The wind and snow, the steel, and the army are really exciting, but the lieutenant general with one ear missing just smiled mockingly.

The Second Army was responsible for the defense of the empire's hinterland, but it had a fleet stronger than their frontier army. As a result, these insects lost all their money on decoration.

A reception room can earn 200 million rubles, and the profits of the mine are almost wiped out by these bastards.

So what if you have the latest land ship, and a group of mobs defeated an entire infantry regiment. This news has been spread in the land of the empire, and many people are eager to move. In just half a month, there are five more news about the mine riots. times.

'Your failure will make the cowards feel that the imperial saber is blunt, and shake the last pillar of the country's destiny. The second army should commit suicide and apologize. '

He rubbed the space between his brows, and he could already foresee how lively Fort St. Jun would be in the spring, when the second army would be besieged from all hills, and he would not want to settle down if he didn't take off his skin.