Tomorrow's Ark, the journey of hardcore and ruthless people

Fuming opened his mouth but said nothing: Yes, how could he end up in this situation?

Fuming's cavalry gang has been active on the northwest tundra for several years. At its most beautiful time, there were 240 pack animals—one man and two horses.Of course, this cavalry company defected from the regular army of the Ursas Empire because of the payment, and it was easy to clean up the pickets, tax collectors, and military police on the northwest tundra; the superb mobility made it impossible for the local garrison mainly composed of infantry to catch up.In addition to controlling the villagers with intimidation, murder and a small amount of help, every village has his eyeliner.

The Ursas Empire has nothing to do with him—or, in other words, it will not waste an elite force to encircle and suppress the Fuming gang in the sparsely populated and harsh northwest tundra: they only plunder, not even the army pickets and tax collectors , Occasionally ambush to seize some supplies from the local garrison.

Therefore, the Fuming Gang lived comfortably on the Northwest Tundra for several years: the food they robbed and forcibly bought allowed them to eat better than most people on the Tundra; The stronghold makes them rarely eat and sleep in the open; the eyeliner of each village makes them always avoid the encirclement and suppression of Ursus.Some villages even send their own young men to join the group.

Until the emergence of the integration movement.

At first, they encountered a group of difficult traveling businessmen.Originally, the gangsters thought they had encountered a soft persimmon—then they broke their front teeth in one bite.The group of guys were only about 200 people driving a truck, but each of them had an automatic gun that could fire in bursts, beating the gang of nearly [-] people all over the place, and even driving the car against the customers and chasing the gang for dozens of kilometers. .Let the gang lose forty people and twenty pack animals at a time.

Everyone doesn't know what the origin of these guys is.The guns that can fire continuously should be those Lateran people with halos on their heads who use "guns", because only those things that are essentially staffs can pull the trigger several times to spray out several bullets. The latest muskets can only be fired once and loaded once.But, those guys don't have halos on their heads either?

Then things became dire, and informants in almost every village reported that the traveling merchants were everywhere, recruiting, and working with pickets and gendarmes and tax collectors.But these guys sold so many good things so cheaply to those poor ghosts, what a crime!

Trouble came at the same time. Since neither the gangs nor the pickets could stop the group of traveling businessmen from recruiting troops, within a few months the group of traveling businessmen swelled up like a balloon and officially launched the banner of "integration movement."There are "military teams" with more than 30 people each armed with automatic guns everywhere on the snowy plains. Even if the entire bandit gang presses on them, they may not be able to defeat one of them; even if they are defeated, they will definitely suffer heavy casualties and outweigh the losses.

It makes sense to join if you can't beat it.Why do you have to fight to the end with such a powerful enemy?But this kind of thought was dispelled from the heads of all the gangsters in a few moments: just listen to the ridiculous number of rules of that group of guys, and the most honest bandit will feel that there are a hundred ants crawling on his body.And these guys didn't mean to be polite to the bandits at all: they either voluntarily surrendered, surrendered their guns and surrendered, or took their guns!

As the situation gradually became more serious, the number of gangsters deserted increased day by day.Enraged, Fuming decided to let the Reunification Movement know how powerful he is.They just smashed a martial arts team by poisoning and sneak attacking, and then found that nothing changed.

No, let the situation become more and more dangerous.

While strengthening the defense of its martial arts team, the integration movement began to pay attention to the banditry problem.They divided the entire northwest tundra into "green zone", "yellow zone" and "red zone".The green zone is completely controlled by them, they are infiltrating the yellow zone, and the bandits in the red zone can move freely.

The green zone must never be visited: there are militias and police everywhere, and the identity card and pass system are fully implemented; the yellow zone is also difficult to rectify: the integration movement is vigorously integrating villages and villages. All the villages disappeared, leaving only a large market town with hundreds of households surrounded by earth dikes and trenches and squatting militiamen.The original larger villages were also helped to establish militias by the integration movement-now the gangsters could no longer use force to intimidate the villagers, and their informants were either caught or cut off.Moreover, the integration movement does not control the normal export of clothes and food, but strictly controls salt.As the supply of salt became increasingly tight, the bandits soon became difficult.

The difficulties are not limited to lack of salt. The circuit courts of the integration movement are also constantly clearing out and relocating suspicious elements in each residential area, focusing on dealing with household bandits and bandit families.Household bandits were tried in public, and those who committed serious crimes were executed immediately, and those who did not commit serious crimes were sentenced to reform through labor.All bandit families were relocated to the "green zone" fully controlled by the reintegration movement, where they were scattered and resettled to accept the supervision of the masses.

The red zone is not safe either.The Reunification Movement sent troops over endlessly to mop up several routes at a time, each with hundreds of automatic guns.The gangsters were forced to rest; the bandits were active at night, and the integration movement also engaged in night attacks; the bandits acted in disguise, and the integration movement also engaged in disguised scouts;

However, the integration movement was able to hang up and beat bandits when it came to winning over civilians: the integration movement carried out mass work in a series of ways, and it could also effectively prevent bandits from threatening villagers; in addition to intimidation with force, the bandits could only use force to buy or even rob...

So it didn't take long for liaison officers of the integration movement to spread everywhere, tipping off people and conducting reconnaissance.If strangers talk to each other at home, or if there is smoke coming from the chimney at night, someone will quietly report it.At the same time, the integration movement continued to pursue the method of merging small villages into market towns, and sending armed workers teams to large villages to help build militia.The red zone is constantly being swallowed up by the integration movement and turns yellow and green.

During these days, Fuming felt like a mouse locked in a bellows, being crushed by the walls that were pressing on all sides and had nowhere to escape.The activities of gangsters are becoming more and more difficult. Today, this place is still the basic activity area where people can come and go freely; It has completely become the site of the integration movement...

Fuming's men suffered more than half of the casualties several times in a row.The recovery mainly depends on the defection of other defeated bandits.Those gangsters who defected were different from the old subordinates who revered Fuming in the past, they were all hopeless desperadoes.As far as they are concerned, it doesn't matter who they follow or who they kill, as long as they can live a free and easy life of wandering and rob everyone they meet.Discipline began to slacken rapidly, alcoholism became common, and Fuming himself began to drink in a venting manner.The number of robberies that were so thoroughly blatant was increasing that the saddlebags of many gangsters were literally bursting.

But it's not without good things.The robberies that spared no room were given priority to each family's beasts of burden.The police and soldiers of the integration movement could not snatch the beasts of burden from the common people, but the gangs quickly reached a configuration of one man and two horses.It is completely impossible for an integrated movement with only a small number of newly trained cavalry to catch up with this gang whose backbone is the Ursus regular army cavalry.The militias are small in number and weak in combat effectiveness, and they are simply mobile supply stations for gangs.The gang now has enough ammunition, and each has a smokeless powder magazine-type bolt-action rifle.Although it is not as good as the automatic weapons of the regular army of the Integration Movement, it is much better than the single-shot black powder rifle of the Ursus standard.

So everyone soon heard the news: the integration movement sent "the most elite shock troops" to clean up their group.Although the bandits were a little worried, they didn't care. Last night they had a big meal in the village where they were finally willing to take them in. Almost no one slept.Many people dozed off immediately when they came out in the morning.Fuming had no choice but to order to rest.

The gangsters were lying or sitting and snoring in a mess, their weapons were in a mess, and they even fell directly into the snow and dirt; One thing was to feed the horses, but they all unbuttoned their girths and even took off their saddles to make the pack animals more comfortable.

"Sit down, don't dawdle in front of my eyes!" Fuming said angrily to his deputy Kaparin.

"Chief of Staff" Kaparin ignored his words, and walked around for a long time and said, "Fuming! Please stop the robbery and drunkenness!"

"Your head was caught by the door?"

"What a joke... the common people have already fled when they saw us coming! This is a place where there is no trace of the integration movement at all!"

"Well, don't you lecture me! Your common people don't deserve a good word. We're suffering for them bastards, but they . . . I gotta think about myself, that's enough."

"What are you thinking? You're only drinking. You haven't been sober for four days and four nights. The rest of the people are drinking too much. Even the watchman drinks at night. What do you want? You want others to take advantage of it." Kill us all in the village when we're so drunk?"

"How could it be? Our sentry is still a bit smart. They just sent someone to report, and the nearest sentry is there. Look——"

As Fuming spoke, he raised his finger and pointed to the sentry post on the snowy slope in the distance.Then his voice stopped suddenly, as if it was stuck in the neck.

There should have been bandits standing guard with rifles.But now there is only the north wind howling on the snow field.

Kaparin jumped up suddenly and shouted hoarsely: "Get on—horse—"

late!

Half of Kaparin's head exploded, and the red and white liquid mixed with broken bits smeared Fuming's face.Only then did the muffled, powerful single-shot sound come, and was replaced by a stormy burst of shots.

A snow monster-like white figure appeared from the depths of the forest on the west side, cutting off the way to retreat to the depths of the forest; there were also skirmishers from the integration movement outflanking from the north and south—they came from the depths of the forest of!

This gang of white capes has a 95G automatic rifle, but most of them don't fire, they just push forward quickly; because machine guns and mortars are enough.

What fires is a general-purpose machine gun that looks like a PKM, and a lightweight large-caliber machine gun that weighs just over twenty kilograms. The gunfire of the 7.62MM general machine gun is loud, like steel beans being fried in an iron pan; the gunfire of the 12.7MM heavy machine gun is dull, like a hammer hitting an iron plate.In the woods, and even on the hills that were originally gang outposts, machine gun bullets kept coming like a strong wind.The bullet stream swept through the gangsters who had not yet climbed up on the ground, hitting a whole row of bloody dust waves, adding a dense accompaniment of screams to the gunshots.

Three 60mm mortars also opened fire, all firing at a rate of twenty rounds per minute. Gray-white smoke balls expanded in the woods, and sharp shrapnel shot densely in all directions. Gangsters who were like flies were swept away in droves.

The ammunition chain penetrated into the gun chamber like flowing water, and in the blink of an eye, it became bullet casings and jumped out of the gun chamber; the muffled sound of the mortar continued, and at every moment, the smoke and dust from the bullets rose in the woods. rise.Correspondingly, the forest swept by the steel wind and iron rain changed its appearance in a blink of an eye.Holes appeared on the tent in a blink of an eye, and the blood splashed on the inner wall was slowly oozing out; some were even beaten into rags mixed with flesh and blood.

The panicked gangsters were like ants on a hot pot, looking for a place to hide everywhere.But these mounted bandits, who never attack or defend, and always hit and run, have never had the habit of building fortifications, not even a parapet built casually with a few sandbags.The unparalleled penetrating power of the large-caliber machine gun bullets pierced the tree trunks they used as bunkers in a few hits, and then beat the bandits hiding behind to a bloody pulp.

Under the pale light of the northwest tundra, snow and dust flew everywhere where the machine gun bullets passed, and trees and rocks were smashed into pieces.Every gangster who is shot will be shot out with large tracts of blood, minced meat and minced organs.The tragic red color soon filled the entire camp.

The gangsters who were lucky enough not to be killed or injured got up from the flying flesh and blood, untied the reins and fastened the saddle in a hurry, and was knocked off by a precise shot just as they climbed on the horse's back; When the gun was shot, it was smashed alive by the shooting of several automatic guns.

Unlike the machine guns that blared endlessly to make the gangsters jump, the automatic rifles in these white cloaks did not shoot violently, but the occasional shots were extremely accurate, knocking down the gangsters who fired at their side one after another.They didn't make a sound of killing, and quickly pressed up.

Fuming glanced around and found only one way out: rushing out from the deserted snowfield to the east.But just look at the machine guns that keep ringing on the hills in the distance and you will know why the Integration Movement did not arrange people there: running from the open ground is completely a living target for them!

The machine guns and infantry coordinating with each other formed a dense and tight net, strangling Fuming's bandit gang little by little.

PS: A certain green old lynx appears in the next chapter

PS2: I started to feel guilty, and if someone watched it, it would be a bubble

Chapter 9 Old Woman!

Fuming brandished the automatic pistol he had captured before, jumped up and down, danced, and ordered the gang to set up a defensive line to block the enemy's offensive momentum.But it was no use. The tangled headless flies were just busy tying saddle girths, withdrawing blind fire bombs soaked in the slush, lying on the ground motionless and running around aimlessly. …

A few fast-moving gangsters had already taken the lead in galloping towards the open space to the east.But a round of bullets from unknown sources knocked down all of them, both men and horses, and immediately stopped the gangsters from escaping in that direction.There were also a few bandits trying to force their way through the sparse skirmish lines.This has been tried many times before, but the situation is not like before: when the militiamen or policemen they encountered in the past saw the mounted bandits charging towards them, even if they had automatic guns in their hands, they would just shoot randomly and step aside to get out of the way, and would never dare to organize Line up guns to stop the enemy.

But this gang of integration movements was different. The white cloaks hid beside the tree and lowered their bodies, making it impossible for the saber to pierce at all, while continuing to shoot at the rushing bandits.The gangsters who rushed forward fell off their horses one after another, or they even turned into a sieve and fell down.

The skirmish line pressed up from three directions in the blink of an eye, and the white cloaks took the time to reload the wounded rolling on the ground while trotting, leaping and hiding, and fired in short bursts.The headless flies are like radishes on the chopping board, being chopped down piece by piece.A few rockets and mortar shells exploded among them, and the gangsters who were still standing or crouching and firing were turned on their backs. Under the automatic fire that followed the shells from the opposite side, they rolled and crawled like turtles carrying watermelons.The defensive firepower was completely suppressed.

Although a chain of bullets had not been fired, the machine guns stopped one after another.Only the one in the southwest direction was still shooting fiercely and shortly at the gangsters who were stubbornly resisting near the delivery truck.But even this last machine gun was quickly silenced.

While there was silence, a wave of white cloaks swept across the bandit's makeshift camp.

Low and desperate shouts, and increasingly sparse gunshots came from all directions.Fuming looked around desperately, there were white cloaks pounced on everywhere, and the gangsters who were still running around with weapons turned into sieves amidst the screams of automatic guns; Arms down and hands up.

The last group around Fuming were at a loss, watching helplessly as a white cloak rushed forward and pinned a brother to a tree.With the accompaniment of howling, the hunting knife pierced from under the white cloak pierced his heart and nailed it to the tree trunk.

The white cloaks surrounding the small group were less than half the size of the bandits.But the panic-stricken bandits were all knocked down by two rounds of bullets before they could fire a single bullet, and only Fuming was left shivering with blood all over his body.

Several rifles surrounded Fumin who hung his pistol down.The leader in the white cloak swung his automatic rifle back and took off his hood.

Fu Ming widened his eyes:

woman?

And a beautiful woman!

Her skin was as white as ice and snow, and the scars on her eyes and bridge of nose did not damage her beauty. Her long white hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and the white rabbit ears bound by the hood stood tall.She opened her mouth, and the voice was enough to soften the steel: "Yesem Fomin?"

"Yes." Fuming replied subconsciously.

The other party smiled. When Fuming reacted, the long knife at her waist had already scratched her right shoulder.The pistol fell off along with the severed arm, but there was no pain from the wound.

While the origin stone skill was freezing the bandit leader to stop the bleeding, Frost Star swung the hilt of the knife and hit the bandit leader in the face.The gang leader who had lost half of his teeth rolled on the ground, and the gangster who was standing with his hands raised not far away knelt down neatly.

With a cold snort, she sheathed her knife with a clatter, turned around and took a step forward, shouting and issuing orders one after another: "Commissioner! Report to the headquarters, the snow monster has succeeded!"

"Clean the battlefield immediately and prepare to hand it over to follow-up troops!"

The white cloaks standing around with guns responded in unison and dispersed their work.Frost Star let out a long breath, and his mood was unprecedentedly good: the integrated movement special operations force named "Snow Monster" completed his debut.

In the process of reorganizing and integrating the movement's armed forces, the shield guards will still serve as heavy assault infantry, and ordinary personnel will become regular foot infantry under the new standard, while Froststar and her snow monster team have received a different order : Considering that the snow monster team is particularly good at small-scale non-frontal battles, the armed reconnaissance and special operations forces of the integrated movement will be formed on the framework of the snow monster.

The Frost Star and the Snow Monsters didn't understand what "special equipment, special training, and special purposes to achieve special purposes" meant, but they discovered that the supplementary personnel of this force were selected from the best fighters in the fully integrated movement. When they are selected as the best, they know that things are not easy;

When receiving the training plan, everyone was stunned by the unprecedented training subjects such as fighting, capturing prisoners, blasting, sniping, camouflage lurking, armed swimming, special shooting, special driving and other training subjects; when the theoretical study made some progress, They have a clear understanding of how difficult special combat subjects such as "obstacle breaking, harassment, long-range reconnaissance, infiltration and sabotage, mountain/city/night environment operations" they want to engage in...

But everyone survived, and everyone was very proud of their achievements.

Then Commander came over in person and poured a bucket of cold water as an "elite scout of the People's Alliance Army": "Congratulations on becoming a qualified armed scout. You can be considered an elite infantry... What the hell? You say you are a special forces soldier? Please, you are weak, you are weak! Are you capable of all-weather, all-terrain, and full-spectrum operations, or have you completed a full set of amphibious maneuver and special mission training? You haven’t even been exposed to unconventional warfare subjects!”

Everyone thought about the thick pile of training subjects that had not yet started, and finally shut up.

Having said that, Commander spared no effort when investing resources in the snow monsters. His People's Alliance scouts tried their best to provide training for the snow monsters (I have quite a lot of training plans, and I have to continue training when I am tired. ).The training funds spent on the snow monster can cover an entire infantry regiment.There is quite a bit of criticism within the troops of the integrated movement: after all, the integrated movement has just begun to form the framework of field troops. None of the five infantry regiments, one cavalry regiment and several artillery companies have fully formed combat effectiveness.But there are only more than 200 snow monsters who have eaten up the entire group's funds!

But the excellent performance since he was in charge of hunting down the Fuming gang is enough to silence the opponents.

In Comand's knowledge structure, there is an extremely important combat principle in anti-guerrilla, security warfare and bandit suppression operations, which is that once the fire is engaged, as long as the situation allows, one will never leave the battle voluntarily. One must not be afraid of sacrifice, fight continuously, and pursue without stopping. House, plow the courtyard and sweep the holes.

The Snow Monster also did this, relying on drones, friendly intelligence and special vehicles to pursue them, marching for days and nights, blocking news, running long distances, gathering at night, and attacking at dawn. More than 200 people moved in squads and platoons at night, but no one was left behind. The entire organization entered the predetermined position and eliminated the gang's booby traps, sirens and sentries without causing alarm to complete the attack preparations.

As for the counter-example, it is that certain armies that have fought the war against terrorism for a generation have fought security wars in the Middle East and Central Asia for more than ten years.Political isolation has led to military difficulties, and military difficulties have drained the troops' spirit and desire to fight.After the battles of security warfare and trench warfare, everyone's experience is how to save their lives, and only think about how to go home.

Therefore, the light and high-mobility infantry riding on the Humvee have average reconnaissance skills and encounter combat capabilities. Cannabis relieves pain, and basically can only fight with low firepower.As a result, he had to support everything he fought, and was thrown off everything he chased. Only the body armor on his body became thicker and thicker, and he was called a turtle-shaped infantry...

(For example, Red Alert 2 successfully predicted the evil path of the U.S. military. Ordinary soldiers ride on sandbags with machine guns, and heavy soldiers with light armor sit on big tube bunkers...)

Only the hard-working U.S. special forces drilled valleys all day long to conduct reconnaissance and direct air long-range firepower, and they were tired and supported by medicine.The effect is quite good, but the problem is that this kind of infiltration and reconnaissance, which is more difficult and risky, is actually something that every frontline scout should do...

Comand didn't want that to be the case for future Integral forces.

Frost Star let out a long breath again, greeted the militiamen and garrisons from nearby market towns who rushed over, and arranged a handover with their chief officers.The snow monsters also assembled quickly, lined up, and used "fashionable" camouflage cloaks and snow camouflage to evade the militiamen and old-fashioned soldiers.

The troops set off and rushed to the scheduled assembly point.But after running a few steps, the communicator carrying the radio and headphones rushed over: "Captain, captain, emergency communication!"

"The radio is silent now!" Frost Star was taken aback, and took the microphone, "This is Snow Monster No. [-], please tell me!"

The voice of Comand himself came from the microphone: "Attention Snow Monster, this is the General Political Commissar. Now assign a new urgent task: After arriving at the assembly point and taking the vehicle, you immediately rush to the new coordinates and join the foreign convoy for execution." Escort mission. The specific coordinates will be notified by the password later. Remember, these visitors are personally received by the comrade leader, do you understand?"

"Understood!" Frost Star replied loudly.While putting down the microphone, my mind was filled with sudden doubts.

——The current main policy of the integration movement is clearly "keep a low profile and wait for action".Why are there such high-profile visitors?

**

Waking up from a drowsy sleep, the roar of an unknown type of engine faintly echoed in the cabin, and the dry and cold air in the northwest tundra made the woman in the back seat cough a little.

She shook her head slightly to clear up her slightly fuzzy consciousness, and also made the pair of cat ears on her head tremble slightly.That pair of emerald green eyes looked outside at the snowfield that seemed to have never changed since the beginning of the world, and then a sense of dislocation surged:

Is there really an unbelievable magic potion in this kind of place?

Not necessarily.Kelsey was thinking as she looked at the wide windows and the tall car body that put her at a high place - in the integrated motion control area of ​​​​the northwest tundra, the most important means of transportation is this tracked snowmobile. ground transport truck.

With this subtle sense of dislocation, she turned to look at the girl in the back seat.

Under the army green cotton coat are clothes of the same color: small lapels, hidden zippers, four pockets with flaps, and two empty rectangular Velcro stickers on the opened neckline——

The clothes that exude a solemn atmosphere are the uniform of this mysterious force.

Tallulah, who noticed the other party's gaze, turned her head calmly, her delicate and sharp cheeks were expressionless, and her thin lips were pursed together.Even in a fast-moving vehicle, she sat upright and motionless, as if welded to the transporter's seat.