this is my ark journey

"Because it's a land ship!"

Chapter 74 I stand on the shoulders of my predecessors!

The people in the Tower of Babel must be crazy. Why didn't they bring in Lentinium when they transported a land ship into Kazdel? ?

In the dark night, the truck didn't turn on the lights, and kept bumping on the gravel road. Ren didn't feel sleepy, thinking about Kelsey's words over and over again, with the sickly Ceobe lying on his lap, the silly dog ​​couldn't even move the car. I have never been on this kind of hardcore off-road morning dizziness, and I can't tell the difference between east, west, south, and north.

Since it was an emergency dispatch, he didn't bring many supplies and personnel. Hedley and Ines wanted to suppress the place, and W, the lunatic woman, wanted to stay. As long as she survived for a day, no force would dare to attack Cardinal.

If the Tower of Babel really wants to siege the mercenaries, W will definitely be the first to escape, and then spend his entire life killing the enemies one by one.

'It's terrible to have a feud with W. Ryan forgot someone's cruel words to make him sleep with his eyes open, and glanced at the young man driving beside him.

Those are members of the Mudrock Squad. After robbing the black market warehouse, it is considered a shotgun change. They are uniformly dressed in black cloaks, with masks on their faces, and use hammers or throwing knives as weapons. array.

Sitting next to the co-pilot was a ruthless man who single-handedly killed Earl Gorefiend. The young man was embarrassed and held the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

"Your name is Pol?"

"Yes, Lord Ren!" The young man's voice was resonant, revealing the unique vigor of young people.

Ren looked up and down at the young man from Sarkaz who was missing half of his horn. He happened to be bored on the road, so he asked casually, "Why don't you leave Kazdel?"

"I lived in Victoria when I was a child. When I was about ten years old, my family was too poor, so I went to work in a factory in Londinium. This horn was crushed by a grinder." Ball relaxed in the chat Come down and put a hand on the door.

"The director of the factory said that Sarkaz's horns were in the way. Not only did he not pay compensation, but he also notified the mounted police. You know, Sarkaz people rarely have citizenship rights when they live in other countries. Our family ran around all night, going round and round. I was the only one left with Kazdel."

His voice was very soft, as if he was telling other people's stories, the long journey, the endless wandering, and the discriminated nation. Ren listened to it and suddenly wanted to smoke.

"Then you should leave."

"I'm tired from running. If I really have to die one day, I hope it will be meaningful to die like my eldest sister." Boer's eyes were dull, and living was an instinct for him.

"I heard your speech, Sarkaz's fate is firmly bound up with this land, suffering is common, I have seen Flynn whose legs were broken when asking for salary in Londinium, and in Leitani Ya saw the Caprini-infected who were expelled by the family, and the Rubrow who was forced to be involved in the black stick melee in Syracuse."

Listening to the other party rambling about what he had seen on the trip, Ren's eyes slowly changed, and finally he was a little appreciative.

It really is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books. The things he summed up during the journey, the more he learned, the deeper the resonance.

During the chat, the atmosphere was completely relaxed, and Bohr mustered up the courage to ask:

"But I'm curious where you think of Sarkaz. Obviously, I have traveled a lot."

This sentence stopped Ren, and he thought for a while before answering: "I stand on the shoulders of my predecessors."

"Have you also read Mr. Thomson's works?" Pohl's eyes brightened a little, as if a key government enthusiast had found his kind.

Thomson, oh, the one in Victoria.

Ren suddenly remembered that this person was mentioned in the old Jose's information, about a famous progressive writer, just like Rousseau of Terra.

However, he has not read it, and there is no need to read it. Ren's situation is a bit special. He is not only an ashes, but his thoughts have been inherited from his previous life.

Naturally, there is no need to say much about the social structure of Black Soul in the Middle Ages. Regardless of technology, Terra’s politics and sociology basically stayed in the nineteenth century.

Empires, kingdoms, chiefdoms, independent city-states, needless to say about the backward superstructure, and even the "advanced" stuff such as plutocratic politics appeared in Colombia. If you package it, it is equivalent to crossing from ancient Greece to cyberpunk.

It's too deformed, but it should be taken for granted, because the knowledge in Ren's brain comes from blood, and the lower class people have smashed the shackles of slave owners, nobles, kings and capitalists with countless sacrifices.

The man's gray eyes were deep, and there was silence in the cab. Bohr changed his hands to hold the steering wheel again, as if he was getting nervous. Just as he was thinking about what he said wrong, a reply came from his ear.

"I haven't read Thompson, but I've read greater things."

"What is it?"

"The title of the book is 'Politics'." Ren smiled. The Black Soul gave him the power to change the world, and the education that made him vomit blood earlier armed his brain.

"Politics? If I have the chance to go to Londinium, I will search all the bookstores!"

"You can't buy it in bookstores. Pens are sometimes sharper than knives, and a single word in them will not be tolerated by the ruler." Ren touched the dog's head and suddenly became enlightened when talking with a soldier.

"But when I am free, I will write this book silently."

"Please show it to me!"

"Yes, yes, everyone in Terra will have a chance to see it." Ren had a good impression of the young man, and was about to make up a missed lesson. His eyes that had been looking at the dark night shrank slightly, and he held Boer's forearm.

"parking!"

Shila-

The truck that was advancing in the dark stopped abruptly, shaking all the drowsy mercenaries in the cargo box behind.

"What's wrong?" Mu Yan leaned his head to the window and saw that Ren had opened the door and jumped out of the car.

"There is someone in front, you follow me, and the others are on guard." Ren just saw a weak soul fire, and the night couldn't block his vision. With human silhouette.

This is a Volbo boy, wearing a multi-functional tactical vest and a black and white uniform, with a dagger nailed to his chest, and there are still debris of communication machines scattered not far away.

"This is not a mercenary." Mu Yan only glanced at it, and replied in a low voice.

"Yeah." Ren took a soldier badge from the boy's neck and glanced at it for a while, "The messenger of the Tower of Babel, we are not far from our destination."

The man was so angry that he was on the verge of death, Ren pulled him up and patted his face hard.

"Hey, we are the reinforcements of the Tower of Babel, identification number 1141511, who attacked you? Where is the thing now?"

The messenger was dying, and Renn didn't respond after taking pictures for a long time. Just when he was about to give up, the messenger spit out a few words intermittently, Renn was taken aback, but didn't understand.

When a person is confused, he can subconsciously speak his native dialect, but he has no time to convert it into Victorian language. After these words, his vitality will come to an end.

"It seems that I need to learn a few more foreign languages." Seeing that the fire of the soul dissipated, Ren had to put down the corpse and asked jokingly:

"I've never heard this bird language before. Did you remember those syllables just now? Ask other people later."

"Ren, I understand."

"Huh??" Renn, who had just walked a few steps, turned around. A mercenary who came out of the underground pipe network could understand foreign languages?

"Then what did he say?"

"He said..." Mudstone paused, and his voice became heavy.

"North, Ursus army."

Chapter 75 What a fart!

The red moon hangs in the sky, but tonight the clouds are extremely thick, the moonlight is often blocked, and the earth is immediately invisible.

However, the sound of crackling tracks tore through the silent night. A huge semi-finished land ship was marching on the plain. Now, the Karan trading ship that Renn had seen was similar to a child in front of him.

Its length is nearly a kilometer, and its height is more than [-] meters. It is not much smaller than the 'underground black market' in terms of size, but its speed is extremely fast. It plunges into the woods and crushes the giant trees blocking the road into pieces.

The emergency searchlight installed on the top scans back and forth, and you can see armed vehicles in the wilderness closely following them, keeping them out of range, like a pack of wolves hunting.

Persecute, provoke, and kill the prey with one blow when the prey is tired.

The bright searchlights swept across an armored vehicle at the side and rear, and a brown-haired Ursus man stood on top with his arms in his arms.

He was like a rock, his military uniform supported by explosive muscles, and the bumpy armored vehicle made his body not tremble, only his eyes narrowed slightly when the searchlight swept over him.

"Your Excellency, Division Commander, the Sarkaz are here." An equally burly staff officer lifted the top cover, and his ponytail was blown around by the night wind.

"How many people are here? Are there any strong ones?"

"Less than two hundred, and the leader is an Earl of Shadow Fiend." The chief of staff paused, and took out a piece of paper, "According to the information just sent by the spy, nearly half of the 200 people are reinforcements from the underground black market, Trey The Sith lost their battle there."

defeat?Underground black market?

The head of the division stroked his bushy beard. The countries around Kazdel were not good men and women. Since the beginning of the civil war, he had stepped up infiltration. He knew more about this place than Rennes.

"No wonder the people in Tower of Babel are so weak, so they went to the underground black market." He crumpled the white paper and threw it into the darkness, "That bastard in Hoffenheim reacted very quickly, and moved here immediately."

"After all, you and I are old acquaintances at the Blood Peak Battle, and the Earl was still at that time..."

In the middle of speaking, the chief of staff had already shut his mouth, because the head of the division had blood in his eyes, as if he was going to eat him.

That battle was a pain point for the commander of the division. A certain person shined brilliantly, but he lost his position and resigned. It took him 20 years to get to his current position.

"But that shadow demon is coming, shall we launch a general attack?" The chief of staff changed the subject.

"Don't worry, it took such a big price to force this land ship to the north, and it must be safely transported back to Ursas as a gift from our second army to His Majesty." "Mountain" with hot eyes.

The value of an ancient heritage excavated from Rem Billiton is immeasurable, and this speed alone can bring the imperial fleet to a higher level.

"Commander Yadlov will be more pleased with this gift. Maybe you can defeat Witte to become the speaker, and you will be able to take charge of the entire army." The chief of staff flattered him immediately.

The strong man smiled, showing his white teeth. The soldiers of Ursus were happy to add a general star to their shoulders. They were looking for opportunities everywhere like hyenas. Letania didn't dare to make trouble, let alone beat Casimir while eating and sleeping.

The fate of the country and the lives of soldiers are meaningless, soldiers can only gain status and glory in constant war!

"Send two brigades to the front and force the landship to go east. That bastard Frakir has already led the troops of the third division to wait at the border, and after Kazdel—"

The major general raised his head slightly, like a very hungry brown bear.

"It's us Ursas who have the final say!"

........

"This is a fart!"

Ren stood on the top of the cargo box, and he could see the 'stars' surrounding the mountain in the distance without using his soul vision.

Dozens of armored vehicles are advancing, counting five people per vehicle, this is also an army of more than 300 people.

And Rennes only has one broken truck, the broken truck that extinguished all the lights and followed quietly around the periphery!

No wonder Kelsey said that I couldn't take it away. I dared to say that I was trying to delay the time, but the more than 20 people like me are not enough for others.

"I can only do my best." He held onto the railing, turned his head and asked, "Is the communication connected?"

This time the Mudrock team came out with a courier and a Victorian military communicator on their backs.

The girl with the long antenna on her back adjusted the frequency regardless of the bumps, and handed over the microphone after hearing the rustling sound.

"Hello, I'm Ryan Rodland, identification number 1141511, can you hear me?"

Ren lowered his voice and called, and after a few seconds, he heard a burst of cheers.

"The identification number is correct, thank God, the reinforcements have arrived, hey, Ren, why haven't I heard of this name?"

A female voice came from the microphone, the voice was excited and hasty, Ren frowned, thinking about why the guards were so unreliable, the opposite was replaced by a male voice.

"I'm scout, reporting your number and location."

The calm voice suddenly slowed down Ren's mentality, and the voice was a good teammate as soon as he heard it.

"Twenty people, just to the west of you, about two kilometers away."

"Only 20 people? Alright, I'll get closer to you immediately." The voice was silent for a moment, and immediately made a decision.

"Wait!" Ren almost touched Zaun, won't this approach kill someone?

"Time is running out. The drone has just detected that there is a Tracys army blocking us in front of us. There is a division of Ursas on the eastern border. It is a dead end to continue."

Scout made a judgment, but it made Ren break out in cold sweat. The reason why he didn't bring a large army was to run away at any time. Now there are thousands of enemy troops. All gone.

It can't be saved, it can't be saved, you can figure it out yourself.

Just as Ren was about to say this, the scout added: "I have already reported to Lord Kelsey, and she will find a solution."

she?She will have a way?

The woman looked very hanging, she didn't know what level she was, but she was a little mysterious, she knew a lot of things but didn't say a word.

It's good to be able to get to the bottom of it, I hope it will come in handy in the future, it's best to let her owe you a favor and understand what she knows!

After thinking for a moment, Ren asked coldly: "Okay, what do you want to do?"

"The attack from both sides opens a gap, and the ship breaks out to the southwest and joins the main force." Scout's voice was still calm, and he ordered:

"You have to destroy those self-explosive vehicles blocking the route, and you can't let them destroy the ship's mobile system."

Once the land ship changes course and shows signs of breaking through, the Ursus army will immediately launch a general attack.

No matter how big a land ship is, it is afraid of breaking its legs, and a truck full of Originium explosives can damage its tracks. However, this ship has not yet added a weapon system after it was dug out by Rim Billiton. The temporarily installed ballista on the deck alone is not enough.

"Okay, we'll do our best to cover."

Since there is no choice, the only thing left is to be decisive.Ren threw the communicator back to the courier and patted the roof of the cab.

"Bohr, lean over!"

The young man turned the steering wheel to the right without hesitation, and the truck went straight to the moving mountains and the sky full of 'stars'. The lights were too dense, as if rushing to hell, and many people froze on the spot.