this is my ark journey

Ren is very good at reasoning. After many bloody battles, the organization established by Tallulah finally deserves the name of 'integration'.

The so-called help more help than others, the integration movement should unite all Ursas people, no matter the infected, citizens or the army, only by twisting them into one rope with the same ideal can they be qualified to represent the will of the Ursas people. The so-called will of the earth confrontation!

Ashes closed his eyes, and the bloody battles flashed through his mind one by one. The killing not only made the integration movement stronger in terms of combat power, but also invisibly made their spirit nirvana.

The battle of Lviv brought in the citizens, and the battle in Achinsk brought in the army. A gap was broken in the invisible barrier, and what Wren did was to lead secretly.

He was relieved, Shuang Xing and others were speechless, only three or four hundred prisoners remained, and only a few people started the snowmobile and went away.

It's impossible...

Frost Star has fought with the army for many years, and knows the mainstay of the empire so well that he never dreamed that one day he would fight side by side with them.

"Is there a conspiracy to hide among us as a traitor?"

"This possibility cannot be ruled out."

"Then you still..." The white rabbit turned around and glared at Ren, but the latter slightly raised his hand to interrupt her.

"This risk must be taken, because this is the meaning of the integration movement and the only chance to win." Ryan watched Tallulah reappear, shook hands with everyone, and welcomed the other party to join the integration movement, as the behind-the-scenes control of everything Blackhand, he smiled.

"In the future, there will be not only captives, but also scholars, nobles, and even soldiers who voluntarily surrendered. You must get used to all of this."

Frost star opened her mouth and was speechless for a long time. In the sky, the girl was just struggling to find a chance to survive. When did she become so glorious and great.

'Because of you, the history of Ursus may change. '

For a moment, she felt trembling, as if a door had been opened, and the once narrow road had become extremely wide.

"Don't be too happy, this is just a slim hope, the empire still has an overwhelming advantage."

Ren quietly poured cold water on Frost Star, making the latter's teeth itch with hatred, but he ignored the white rabbit and looked at Ling Dong instead.

"What are you thinking?"

The girl's blue eyes did not look at the harmonious and joyful scene below, but instead looked at the snowmobile in the distance, stuck out her index finger and said:

"Did you really let this group of people go? Did you plan to ambush and kill them halfway?"

Traitor, how dirty I am in your heart...

Ren was unable to complain, so he could only reply sullenly: "I let them go back on purpose."

"What?"

"They are the kindling that spreads within the military, and the harsh reality will keep the fire going."

"Aren't you afraid that these people will go back and betray the recruits below?"

"Oh, they don't want to live anymore?"

Ren Dong asked back, causing Lin Dong to nod slightly.

If you think about it, daring to say those outrageous words is equivalent to seeking death. The army doesn't care if you are loyal or not accept fallacies, it will only kill all threats in the bud.

"But supervision is also necessary. As the organization grows bigger, Tallulah's rules are no longer realistic." Ren remembered another thing, and said to the bear with a heavy tone:

"With a few more days left, I will suggest to Tallulah to set up an organization to find traitors. I want you and the Kingslayer to be responsible for this matter."

It was time to clean up the interior. Lin Dong, who had always had similar thoughts, nodded, as if he had accepted the task, but the latter words almost made Ren, who was about to sigh, slam his head against the pillar.

"Kingslayer is not very reliable. I think it's better for Ms. W to do this. Her torture techniques are very powerful."

That cockroach spirit took over is not a purge, but a cleansing!

And Miss W?It sounds like the two have a good relationship.

"Have you been in contact with W?"

"Well, when I was in the hospital, she often came to visit. After a few days, it was very pleasant to get along with her."

Conspiracy, there is definitely a conspiracy!

Ryan felt a little familiar, and used the same routine in Kazdel W, quietly pulling Ceobe to his side, and then made him have no chance to fight back.

"By the way, Miss W also told me many interesting things about the teacher." Lin Dong added to the fire.

Frost Star has changed from indifference to curiosity. She hates W, but it doesn't prevent her from listening to some interesting stories about Ren.

And Lin Dong didn't know what complexion is, so he opened his mouth and said, "I heard that when the teacher first joined the Cardinals, there was a butterfly in the mercenary group..."

Before she finished speaking, Ren jumped over the railing and jumped down. The incident happened suddenly, and Frost Star was still a little confused, but a rope flew towards her, entangled her hand and dragged her away from the scene.

In just three seconds, the two disappeared. The awe-inspiring girl was stunned for a moment, poked her head out from the deck, looked at the two who had disappeared, and smiled slowly.

Sure enough, as Ms. W said, it is really interesting.

......

In the lounge, the broken windows have not been repaired, and the cockroach spirit who has been cursed [-] times by someone is squatting by the fire, talking lively to the patriots next to him.

Not to mention booing and asking for warmth, at least it was flattering again and again, which made the legendary Wendigo feel good.

W's decisive, cruel, and powerful characteristics are highly appreciated in the eyes of the captain, and the two are considered half of the same race. In addition, the girl made a great contribution during the decisive battle. The patriots regard her as a promising junior and do not reject her.

"His Royal Highness's change is gratifying, she is indeed a virtuous monarch."

Patriot's voice was hoarse, but it wasn't weird. A few days ago, Ren cut his throat and burned the origin stone attached to it.

"Yes, Kazdel is very lively now, and many infected people from foreign races have also joined the Tower of Babel." W smiled sweetly, not looking like a little devil, "Mr. Not pure and angry?"

"As long as the infected contribute their strength, they deserve to be sheltered." Patriot shook his head, affirming Tallulah's idea of ​​going south by the way.

Even if Ursus can't get along, the infected can still get a piece of pure land in Kazdel.

"Would you like to see it?"

"Picking the fruit of victory is difficult, but protecting this fruit is even more difficult. My battlefield is in Ursus." The patriot refused, glanced at the petite Sarkaz girl, and said:

"But I'll march to Kazdel if need be."

"Try not to bother you, anyway, the doctor is gone and that guy is still here."

The Patriot just listened to the history of Ryan's family history again. From a mercenary to a hero who can decide the outcome, this resonated with him.

"His name has resounded throughout Kazdel, and it will surely be spread in Ursus!"

What he said was categorical, and Bozhuo Kasti was very optimistic about Rennes' future, while W next to him pursed his lips, as if he was a little happy and dissatisfied.

The patriot shook his head, as if he couldn't understand why these girls were so entangled, thinking of me when I was young...

He was reminiscing about the warmth of the past, when he suddenly saw a gray-haired man running past the window, and was about to praise him for his diligence, but found that the man was holding a rope.

I was stunned when I suddenly saw a familiar figure.

"Wait, why are you running?" The white rabbit stumbled and ran, but subconsciously turned its head when passing by the window.

The pure-blood Wendigo is messing around in the wind...

Chapter 220 Four So-called Politics

Just as the integration movement took this opportunity to improve the organizational structure and reorganize the army, the news of the Achinsk battle swept across Ursus like a storm, and then set off a huge wave in the hearts of all classes.

The army was defeated, defeated by a group of armed mobs, and the war that lasted more than a month finally came to an end. Except for the No.14 division, the garrison in Tomsk Oblast was basically crippled. Such a failure is unprecedented.

The people who swallowed their anger suddenly discovered that the empire was not as strong as imagined. The old nobles who survived the rebellion were ready to move, and the dignitaries panicked. It seemed that every troublemaker had become a potential threat.

The General Staff, the Gendarmerie Command, and the Imperial Parliament were brightly lit for several days in a row, and officers with serious expressions came in and out, discussing the next step of encirclement and suppression plan, and the successive balls in the summer palace also stopped, making this magnificent palace look silence.

Fyodor sat on the throne, wanted to laugh but couldn't, wanted to curse but didn't know where to start. Anyway, all kinds of thoughts were tangled together, making His Majesty depressed.

He lost thousands of troops, and logically speaking, he should be extremely angry, but the emperor couldn't control these troops, so he used this opportunity to punish a bunch of people.

Yadlov, the commander of the Second Army, was demoted to one level, and the position of the Speaker of the Empire was out of the question. The emperor took advantage of the opportunity to dismiss several army commanders, and inserted several officers from the Guards. The military expedition plan was also rejected by the parliament. Now that the situation in the country is the same, the expedition to Kazdel may not wake up.

On the surface, the blood of tens of thousands of people won the emperor and the bureaucrats back, and the army suffered heavy losses. They were afraid of making mistakes again and losing their territory if they were caught.

But Fyodor just couldn't laugh, he knew that the ultimate goal of the integration movement was the throne under his ass.

It's like playing with fire, trying to let the fire burn to political opponents without hurting yourself, the duration of which is hard to describe.

The sound of steady footsteps interrupted the emperor's thinking. He raised his head and saw a man walking slowly with a civilized stick, bowing slightly under the throne steps.

"His Majesty."

"Werther, you're here." The emperor nodded slightly to this confidant, and said with a smile: "I just got the news that the chairman's responsibility will fall on you."

This smile came from the bottom of my heart. The important seat of the speaker was finally taken down. It should have been filled with countless political deals, and the emperor would have to give up a lot of bargaining chips. But if the integration movement disrupted the situation, the emperor would almost take it for nothing.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your love. I will devote myself to the empire." Werther said a scene, and then made a subtle gesture.

"Except for Speaker Witt to stay, you all go down."

"Yes."

The guards and maids standing in the hall saluted one after another and retreated slowly.

The hall suddenly became empty, the emperor twisted the ring, and an invisible wave of energy spread out, making the whole palace dim.

It was so absolutely safe that the emperor hooked Werther up, but when the latter stepped on the steps, he couldn't wait to ask:

"Mr. Witt, what do you think about the integration movement?"

The new speaker of the empire obviously had a plan in mind, and he replied in a deep voice: "They can use it, and it is an important tool to stir up the stagnant water of the empire, but we must grasp the scale well, and we will hurt ourselves if we are not careful."

"Qing and I thought about going together." The emperor nodded with a smile.

He was never afraid of anyone rebelling, but he was afraid that Ursus would become a pool of stagnant water, and everyone would obey others, just to prevent him from being caught.

Time passed non-stop, and both sides were competing for patience. Every time the young emperor launched an attack, he was blocked by the wholehearted court, and only pushed out a few small shrimps to calm the emperor down.

For an empire, this is the most terrifying situation.

If you don’t do things, you won’t make mistakes. There may be conflicts of interest between them, but when it comes to fighting against imperial power, the army, bureaucrats, and nobles have always been a whole. No matter how wise a king is, he can’t fight against this general trend. With his hands up and down, he sucked the giant beast of the empire into skin and bones.

"Yes, the incompetence of the army will make the nobles and bureaucrats angry. After all, compared with your majesty, those rebels really want to loot their territories and destroy their families. This contradiction is far greater than the power struggle. , we will be able to take power back along the cracks.”

Werther was scheming, and obviously saw the opportunity contained in it, and the emperor nodded repeatedly.

Taking advantage of the topic to punish the incompetent army is the power bestowed on the emperor by the earth. In the past, the court that was integrated from top to bottom will inevitably have cracks. In order to keep their property and territory, the nobles will work together with the emperor to put pressure on the army.

"But in this way, the empire will suffer too much trauma." The emperor sighed, every battle in the court hall would shake the entire Ursus violently, and many people would die because of it.

"Then do you want to do your best to wipe out the integration movement? If you have strict orders, you can still trample them to death like ants."

Werther's rhetorical question made the emperor hesitate, and his expression became richer, a little impulsive, a little calm, a little pensive and a little unwilling.

"Your Majesty, the empire will be nirvana in the flames, because if you continue to maintain the status quo, you will still die slowly in the end." The speaker took the initiative to persuade, and finally made Fyodor's face look better.

"That's right, this is the price we must pay to transform the empire, and Ursus will surely find a new way out in our hands!"

He is smug, apparently the Ursus ruling class is not unaware of hidden dangers, and is trying to change it.

"Starting from the army, and then washing the nobles, the cloud over Ursus will finally dissipate. The empire will no longer pay for those meaningless wars, and the people will also get a respite."

"But the knife of the integration movement is too sharp." Werther remained calm, and took out a poorly printed pamphlet from his pocket and handed it to the emperor.

"This thing is spreading all over the empire."

The emperor took it with some doubts, turned a page and saw the words "On Classes" written in the title, his eyes looked down, and his face gradually became serious.

"It's really a bit too sharp, and it's more troublesome than the fanatics of the Will Sect." He thought of the hanged bishop, and the fallacies that the bishop yelled before his death still echoed in his ears.

popping.

The emperor clapped his hands lightly, and a dignified and terrifying aura came. Werther turned his head and saw a dark figure suddenly appearing in the center of the hall.

He was wearing a black military overcoat, and his oddly shaped mask was connected to his body by several pipelines, causing the pupils of the Imperial Speaker to shrink.

Emperor's Blade...

"Stalker, you send a few people to the integration movement." Fyodor raised his head, and suddenly changed from a youth to a king who ruled the lives and deaths of all people.

"Take my words to Tallulah!"

......

High Command, Chamber of Secrets.

Stars and medals are enough to dazzle people's eyes, and several opened bottles of brandy are placed on the table. The generals unbuttoned their discipline, their eyes flushed from drinking.

"The plan to gather two armies to attack was rejected. The parliament said that the funds were insufficient, and asked us to drive the garrison away. What should we do if other cities launch rebellions?"

"Fart, don't there still be military police and pickets? Do they have military common sense, thinking that everyone is an integration movement and needs to be suppressed by the regular army?"

The generals are extremely angry, and now they want to use the heads of those mobs to wash away the humiliation, and the flames of war are everywhere?It's over if you kill them all.