this is my ark journey

Of course, in terms of Terra's force system, there is no need to pile up too many troops on important targets.

"Is it enough to have an inner guard?" Ren stopped, and in front of him was a two-way, two-lane wide road with almost no shelter. The houses in front were bigger and taller, with walls filled with reinforced concrete. Soldiers in a hurry.

Sernoia Avenue, where the Imperial General Staff Headquarters, Central Command, and Gendarmerie Command are located, and the command center of Fort St. Jun.

Rennes had a map of Fort St. Jun in his head. He saw armored vehicles and hundreds of guards. There were artillery on the roof, and some artillery drones were patrolling back and forth in the black snow. They looked impregnable.

"It's just an appearance." Ren looked at some corners and vaguely saw some strong men in leather clothes standing in the snow.

Inner Guard, if Heixue is an extension of the 'Kingdom', will the Inner Guard be even stronger?

There is this possibility, so Ren never thought of coming in alone to carry out the assassination.

"Judging from the current situation, all defenses are in a normal state. If we launch a surprise attack, we can reach the palace at the cost of 600 people."

Ren said to himself, Fort St. Jun is indeed well-defended, but it is still within the scope of its ability, and it does not even need to be captured. As long as the palace is surrounded, the already crumbling military spirit of the empire will completely collapse.

"Let's try again."

He jumped off the roof, straightened his army coat, and just walked towards the Central Road from the front, and the checkpoint on the other side of the intersection immediately saw the person coming.

The road was not covered, and the shabby military coats were incompatible with the garrison at Fort St. Jun. The murderous aura that had not yet dissipated seemed like he had just returned from the front line.

"Please show your ID." A captain of the gendarmerie was standing guard at the outpost, and he was very friendly in his questioning. Everyone knew that every woman who dared to work in the army had a horrible background.

"Yes." Ren imitated Ursas' military tone, took out the ID from his arms and handed it with both hands.

The captain casually took it. In his impression, no traitor would dare to sneak into Sernoya Street. This is undoubtedly extremely stupid, but when he opened it, he exclaimed again:

"Northern Military Region?"

The surrounding gendarmes looked over, obviously equally curious. All news of the northern military region was covered up, just like Ursus had never had these legions, but the ignorance of the upper level could not hide the speculation below. The gendarmes had also heard the "Declaration" ", can't help linking the disappearing military region with demons.

The documents were of course forged, but Ren knew too much, so he immediately replied: "Yes, before the war started, I was ordered by Lieutenant General Reinhardt to retreat first. On the way, my comrades and I... ..."

"Please stop talking!"

A gloomy look came from behind, and the captain's hairs stood on end. Being in the gendarmerie is not because of his ability to fight, but because he knows what he should know and what he should not know.

A 'vanishing' member of the Legion returns, knowing too much to be buried with him.

Ren immediately nodded apologetically, and touched his arms again: "Lieutenant General Reinhardt has a secret letter to be handed over to Marshal Vasinlev. Do you need to see my permission to enter the city?"

According to the rules, not only the permission to enter the city is required, but also the signature of the fortress on the road to determine where the starting point is. But now that the integration movement is in the Kirov region next door, who cares.

"No need, I'll send someone to take you to the General Staff Headquarters immediately!" The captain felt that he was dancing on the tip of his knife every second. This involved the dispute between the army and the emperor, and the question of who was to blame for the decline of Ursus , any slight aftermath could shatter him to pieces.

As the old saying goes, Ursus only worships the strong. When the empire is torn apart, even the emperor's guards are ready to move.

"You guys, send her to the staff headquarters immediately!" The captain hurriedly dumped the blame on his subordinates, and seeing a few people walking away, he recruited another trusted aide.

"You go and inform Speaker Witte."

"You are..." The veteran hesitated. Everyone knew that Werther was the emperor's man. Without him for coordination, the army would have risen to clear the emperor's side.

"Little people like us are not qualified to stand in line. Since there is news from the north, your Majesty and the army should know, hey, how did the country become like this!" The captain stomped his feet. Will scrape to Fort St. Jun.

But when he turned his head, he saw the silent man in the leather jacket disappear, and the national hatred and family hatred disappeared without a trace.

It seems that I have to pack up and run away.

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Staff Headquarters, Confidential War Room.

The white mist of cigars and cigarettes floated in the air, misty like a 'Wonderland', the ashtray was full of cigarette butts, and the leftover coffee cups were all over the table.

The army was in disarray, but no one cared about the generals anymore. They unbuttoned their discipline buttons and breathed out poisonous gas, all of them frowned.

The situation is already very clear, the empire is doomed to fail, the Kirov battle has no chance of victory at all, as long as the integration movement drags on for a short while, reinforcements from various countries can defeat the third army, and the current rebellion in satellite cities is like destroying A prelude to making them aware of a cruel problem.

Now is not to defeat the integration movement, but to find a way to survive.

How did the empire get to where it is now?

No one has a definite answer to this question. Originally, the empire was indeed like a dilapidated house with a glamorous appearance. There were many problems inside. The army and nobles were also decayed, so they hoped to expand externally to divert conflicts.

But no one expected that this 'sturdy' house would be kicked to pieces by the Reunification Movement. It collapsed so fast that even the staff had no time to make a plan. It's time to defend Fort St. Jun.

"The army is not responsible! It's the parliament and His Majesty who are holding back!" Lieutenant General Yadlov roared. As the first general to stumble at the hands of the integration movement, his words resonated.

That's right, the ratio of troops between the two sides is 100 million to [-]. The advantage lies with me, and there is no reason to fail in the military.

"This is a political issue. We are all responsible for the full outbreak of the hidden dangers of the empire."

"Nonsense, if we concentrate our forces to eliminate the integration movement from the very beginning, arrest those traitors and hang them, the empire's national fortune will last at least 100 years!"

The menacing lieutenant general immediately silenced the opponents. Yes, if the rebel leader is eliminated by means of thunder, the crisis will be delayed, and there may be a solution.

"Hmph, it's His Majesty and Werther who didn't want to wipe out the integration movement. The current situation is just that they are playing with fire and getting out of control." A strange voice sounded, and everyone looked, it turned out to be Lieutenant General Deshka of the Central Command.

"You don't go to command the battle, what are you doing here?"

"There is no need to command the suppression, and besides, I am angry." The lieutenant general picked up the bottle, poured down a large gulp of vodka, and looked at his colleagues with red eyes: "You are not angry when you are dragged into the water by those who play with fire." ?”

Of course he would be angry, who could stand such an inexplicable failure with a million soldiers in his hands.

"I can't even remember how many times this is the secret meeting. Every time, it's like a girl without a conclusion. Your Excellency Marshal—" the lieutenant general looked at Huaxinlev and shook the wine bottle.

"Are you guys discussing how to die today? That's right, being swallowed by demons or hanging street lamps, you can choose one."

The deep dissatisfaction infected everyone. The generals all looked at the old man at the top. Half a year ago, the army was ready to jump up to the side of Qing Jun, but he was vetoed by this man. Now, the two life-seeking ghosts have come to the side.

In just one year, Marshal Vasinlev had aged ten years. His majestic body had become bent, and his silver hair had lost its luster. He raised his head and looked at the lieutenant general with cloudy eyes.

"Have you been in contact with the Reunification Movement?"

"That's right, I don't want to die yet, so I have to sell some cards for a good price." Deshka replied without hesitation, but no one beat the table and called him a traitor.

The army was completely disappointed, and kept pulling back. The northern garrison who had been transferred back actually killed each other and made a mess of the northern nobles. The demons developed so fast, and half of the credit had to be given to the emperor.

If you can't suppress the integration movement internally, but allow evil spirits to invade easily externally, what is the use of the emperor?

The marshal looked at him quietly, without a word of reprimand, and asked lightly: "What's the result?"

"There's no response. It's a win-win situation. Why are you negotiating terms with our defeated subordinates?" The lieutenant general took another sip of his wine and threw the bottle on the ground. "You don't think the empire can still be saved, do you?"

"It can't be saved, the demons and the integration movement are attacking back and forth, and the situation is irreversible."

"Then what do you want to do? Kill Werther, capture the emperor and dedicate it to the integration movement?" The lieutenant general had already noticed that Huaxinlev's attitude was loose, and he cheered up all of a sudden.

"Go ahead, Your Excellency, how can we make the empire better with those insects? We can win now that we still have the command of the Central Military Region and the garrison!"

The generals sit up straight, loyalty has long been exhausted, and Ursus only follows the strong!

The marshal didn't speak, he got up and walked to the window, looked at the vast black snow outside, and shook his head slightly.

"Do it, I did it last year, remember Reinhardt's report?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then there was a sound that the emperor was not in the summer palace for a while, which was considered a joke at first.

In addition to his special blood, Fyodor's combat power can't even beat a school officer, so where can he go?

"I'm waiting, waiting for an opportunity to be completely disappointed." The marshal could only see his back, but couldn't hide the grief in his words, "Have you ever thought about whether His Majesty will intentionally mess up Ursus?"

The calm words stirred up a thousand waves in the hearts of the generals. They didn't feel it normally, but now in retrospect, something is really wrong.

"He, why did he do this?" Maybe he drank too much, Deshka spoke a little awkwardly, "If you want to die, why don't you find a rope to meet your ancestors?"

"I don't know, but the income is definitely higher than ruling an empire full of contradictions. Think about it, where does this income come from?" The marshal has already made it clear that the betrayal must be based on income, otherwise it is better to find a rope and hang yourself.

A group of generals scratched their heads. Those who can sit here are all smart people, and the conclusion is very simple.

It is impossible for the integrated movement to give a price, and then take some objective conditions into consideration.

Such as the demon in no man's land, the loyal Koenig, the transferred northern garrison...

"Impossible, it's absolutely impossible!" Yadlov slapped the table and roared like a lunatic: "You want to say that the high-level empire is a group of demon spies!?"

"There is nothing impossible about this. The power of the demons has been used by the empire for hundreds of years. If you know too much about it, you might be thinking about it." Deshka was already ready to turn against the thief to the end, and he simply gave up.

"Your Excellency, what are you waiting for? If we are the shield of humanity, the integration movement would be ashamed to hang our street lamps."

The generals are ready to move. This is not only a question of survival, but also a question of morality. On the one hand, they can save millions of Ursus from death, and on the other hand, they can fight against the enemies of mankind.

"It won't be so easy..." The marshal's cloudy eyes became fierce, "Your Majesty dares to do this, even if the army is no longer reliable, and has the ability to suppress everything, and who can bestow this ability?! "

Undoubtedly a demon.

The generals felt no longer safe, as if an eye was staring at them. At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

dong dong dong.

Everyone's hearts sank, and they even drew their knives instinctively. Fortunately, a voice came from outside the door.

"Your Excellency Marshal, there is a messenger from the Northern Military District asking to see you."

Northern Military Region?

Even Vasinlev was stunned. All the high-level military officials present, everyone knows what the North is like. Reinhardt's telegram for help flew in like a snowflake, and he almost shouted that classic quote up.

For the sake of the empire, give my brother a hand!

"If Reinhardt could send a messenger, he would have arrived long ago. Why did he come at this time?"

"Could it be possible to escape the enemy's interception?"

"Then how did he get into the city!"

Discussions flooded the room, and Huasinlev, who knew some inside information, waved his hand.

"Deshka and Yadlov stay, the rest go out."

"Yes."

The tables and chairs rang, and the generals who were still decadent just got up and left one after another. They were not fools, and they had already guessed from the conversation just now.

It's time for this empire to change.

Ren stood quietly at the door, surrounded by heavily armed elite pioneers of the empire. This kind of elite soldiers had caused him a lot of headaches.

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and the Ursus Empire is still a first-class power on the earth. For example, hundreds of pioneers charge at the same time, even the immortals have to stay away.

"There is still nothing abnormal."

Ren murmured in his heart that there were no members of them in the entire staff headquarters, and the generals who filed out in front of him had no secrets.

This is not scientific!

In the room without black snow, the vision of the soul is unobstructed. Unless the demon has the power to change the color of the soul, no matter how it looks like, Ren can tell at a glance that it is not a human.

The generals were also looking at Ashes, but apart from his heroic appearance, no one cared about a lieutenant, and the two sides just passed by.

Ren didn't talk nonsense, so he was escorted by the vanguard elite to the door, and when he looked inside, he felt confident.

He saw Deshka and Yadlov, the satellite city is in rebellion, these two army chiefs will not leave their posts and come to drink afternoon tea, and there is an old man above him, the medal on his chest can be used as a body armor up.

Marshal Vasinlev, chief of staff of the army, head of the new nobility.

Renn has read the information of the Ursas senior management, and understands that the whole Ursas will tremble when this person stomps his feet.

The marshal was also looking at the lieutenant, his eyebrows could not help but frown, he pointed to the seat opposite, and waved the guards back.

"Your Excellency Marshal, we want to guarantee your safety."

"Do you two think I'm too old to defend myself? Back off!" The marshal emphasized his tone, not getting angry. His order made the guard touch his heel, and he bowed his head and quickly backed off.

The thickened explosion-proof door was closed, and the room was immediately so quiet that a needle could be heard. Ren was about to reach out to touch the letter, but the marshal raised his hand to stop it.

"Okay, there is no need to act if there are no outsiders here."

Ren paused his hands and raised his head indifferently: "How did you see that?"

"The military uniform is too worn out, and it doesn't look like battle damage. Although I am old, my eyesight is still intact." The marshal got up, brushed off the soot on the table himself, took some boiling water from a disposable paper cup, and put it in the mine. En face.

"Sit down. The ventilation system broke down last month. I haven't approved the repair. The smell of smoke is a little bit more bearable."

He was amiable, but Ren didn't have a good impression of them. The gold stars on the shoulders of these generals were made of countless bones, so they nodded and sat down silently.

"Those idiots from the intelligence department don't even have your photo, but you dare to come to me, you must have been authorized." The marshal looked at the other party carefully, and there was no trace of camouflage, and this person was not in the arrest warrant. data of.

"I can decide everything, including the future of Ursus, your life and death."

In just one sentence, the eyes of two lieutenant generals and a marshal widened. They looked at each other, a little dazed and puzzled.

This awesomeness is a bit too big, even Tallulah dare not say that, before asking a question, a beam of flames ignited in front of him, just like a Sichuan opera changing face, confused to shock, and then from shock to fear .