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

However, although the total scale of the camp of the integration movement is quite large, it is not far from the army headquarters of the integration movement, and it is possible to walk back.

On the way back, Tallulah's expression was so bright that even Comand couldn't help but glance at her: "What's wrong?"

"It was you who dragged me into the pit at the beginning. Can't I be happy now that I have achieved success at work?"

This is the truth: when Talula was nestled in the village, she was complained by the villagers for three days and ran out twice - that was to contact the infected people in various villages and counties, and the news network can reach all the large and medium cities in the south go.After the Black Snake incident, the news network started from a roster and number book in Tallulah, and became the beginning of the underground front of the integration movement.

"Maybe. Who knows if he's an Ursus spy?" Comander replied.

"Yes." Tallulah also tightened her face, "In the end, everything can only be tested in practice."

The recruits running along the highway ran past with a "hum-hum-hum", and the cadre leading the team turned his head neatly while running, and raised his right arm to salute the two chiefs.

Command and Tallulah returned the salute until the company of recruits ran past.

"The mapping and analysis of the Ursus land ship has already begun." Comand changed the subject, "In the future, the armed forces of the integration movement will also become a world-class army. Instead of being so backward and weak as it is now!... What's wrong? "

Tallulah greeted his bold words with a blank face, then looked around the stretch of barracks again, and finally looked at him with ecstasy: "Behind...weak?"

"Otherwise? What is a division with light infantry as the main body?" Comand replied, "In our plan, the integration movement is at least to be the main force to crush the Ursus Empire!...Don't be sour, I and that The guy has enough intrigue!"

"Then... Anyway, I don't dare to be the 'leader' anymore, you'd better invite someone else!" Tallulah looked around and looked at no one, and she turned glib at Comand, with a slightly disdainful expression on her face.

"If you're so unprincipled again, I'll confess to Alina."

"Shishishhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! I used you as your comrades. You actually hit Alina's idea! You stand for me!"

The recruit company commander in the distance looked blankly at the two leaders who brought him from a homeless infected person to a soldier. The two chased one after the other on the road, throwing snowballs at each other.

PS1:

Oh God!Come save my country's sci-fi and my country's cinemas!

(cross out sudden seizures)

This new year coincides with the encounter between "Three-Body Problem" and "The Wandering Earth 2", which is a good time to revisit an old joke:

The Trisolaran Fleet heading to the solar system meets the wandering Earth heading to the Centaur...

What?The solar system is over?

What? 4.2 light-years away can not live people?

Human: day.

Trisolaran: ... Jing.

PS2:

"The Wandering Earth": I opened the door.

"XX Fortress": I closed it again.

"Yituo Reply": I want this thing...

"Three-Body" TV series: You will wait.

"The Wandering Earth 2": Why did the door I opened last time close again?

Chapter 18 War and Peace

A sharp cold wind whistled through the buildings.

The ragged homeless man staggered, struggling to walk on the alleys that were frozen on the ground after the snow fell.

The place that could have been used to shelter from the wind was occupied by the police who suddenly ran out, and the homeless scattered like birds and beasts.The helpless homeless had no choice but to rub his skinny hands and walked silently in the alley with severe cold wind. The shoes with half of the soles missing made the soles of their feet step on the ice from time to time.

He tried one alley after another.But the strange thing is that every alley is guarded by police and even gendarmes.

The trembling homeless man just walked helplessly in the alley.Gradually, the cold wind didn't seem to be a problem—he felt that the cold miraculously left his body. Although he was still in rags and shoes, he felt warm all over.

He stopped at another alley, looking at the streets of the largest city in the southeast of the Ursus Empire.

Numerous colored lights illuminate the entire street brilliantly.The building of the famous mayor, Marquis Boris, is full of brilliance.Standing guard here are not only the chief of police and dozens of police officers, but also gendarmes.

The chief of police found the homeless man who suddenly appeared, and danced and shouted orders.Two police officers came running and watched in bewilderment as the homeless man collapsed at their feet.

he died.

"What are you still doing in a daze!" The chief shouted hoarsely, "Drag that guy away quickly, the convoy will arrive soon!"

Police officers hastily dragged away the frozen body.Immediately, luxurious cars and carriages galloped over and stopped in front of the steps covered with red woolen carpet.Servants in red uniforms and plumed hats rushed to open the doors.Men in military uniforms or tuxedoes wearing medal ribbons and wearing the word "gorgeous" stepped out of the vehicles; women in satin or tulle dresses and furs stepped cautiously along the rattling pedals .They couldn't wait to climb up the red tweed carpet on the steps and entered the mansion.

There were not many people in uniform in the crowd.This is indeed a bit strange for the Ursus Empire, which was established by force, but it is not incomprehensible.Chernobog City is a new industrial city of the Ursus Empire. Its owner, Marquis Boris, is an "upstart" noble who started with industrial and commercial capital. He has always been at odds with the military leaders of the Ursas Empire—that is, It is said that it is not against the military system of the Ursus Empire.Therefore, there is no Ursus regular army stationed in Chernobog city, and most of the officers who came to this ball are from Chernobog.

Of all the girls, the one who attracted the most attention from the girls was Valery Berkonsky.

Like his land-ship captain brother, Colonel Valery Berkonsky, commander of the 42nd Line Infantry Regiment of the Fourth Army of the Ursus Empire, is a handsome and handsome man.Coupled with the famous green uniform of the Ursus Imperial Army, with its medals, ribbons, friezes, fringed epaulettes, and diamond and precious metal ornaments, every time he and his brother appeared at any banquet or ball On the Internet, they are all the objects that girls flock to.

It's a pity that the elder brother Andrei, who had been appointed by the Rostov family to be Natalia's husband, disappeared.Therefore, he has not attended social occasions for a long time, and his younger brother Valery, who was also expressionless when he appeared this time, has no intention of stepping onto the dance floor.Depressed the daughters of nobles in white, sky blue and rose dresses, with diamonds and pearls on their arms and necks.

The young colonel remained silent, watching the bustling guests in the venue with cold eyes.

The men are full of air, with military uniforms, suits and tuxedos in various patterns, and their chests are covered with golden medals, medals and ribbons.The ladies are voluptuous, charming and jeweled, lingering at the wall mirror next to the stairs to admire themselves, comparing white, sky blue and rose dresses, and diamonds and pearls on their bare arms and necks.

The unhurried voice, noisy footsteps and cheers were almost deafening, and the bright lanterns and flashes of clothing made people's eyes dazzled.

But Valery just stared indifferently at the chaotic meeting place in the corner, with his hands folded on his chest.

"Hello."

The voice is neither humble nor overbearing, soft and firm.

Valery turned around in silence and looked at the girl in front of her: long silver curly hair falling like a waterfall on her back, gentle and friendly red and blue eyes, and a red and blue white dress that outlined full curves—ahem.

Valery routinely reached out to take Natalia Rostova's slender hand, kissed the back of the hand wrapped in the long white silk glove; then let it go just as quickly, and said calmly: "Hello , Miss Rostova, what's the matter?"

"...I regret the disappearance of Andrei," the girl said softly.

Natalia, who was still in middle school, was hastily thrown out by her father to marry the Berkonski family.It is said, it is only said that Natalia ushered in the rare luck in ten thousand years: she has some feelings with the object of political marriage.

Then a bolt from the blue struck: the unlucky Andrei disappeared in the pursuit of the mutiny!

Even if the women of the Berkonsky family ran to tear down the headquarters of the Fourth Army, the generals could not turn people back.While the Berkonsky family was immersed in grief, the Rostov family eagerly threw out a new proposal, which made the situation look awkward and even comical:

Then let Natalia get engaged to Valery!

From the two aristocratic youths themselves to the Berkonsky family, they all lived in Bengbu.This proposal had not yet been seriously considered by the Berkonskis, but the matter had first of all caused an awkward relationship between the colonel's officer and the schoolgirl.

Both saw alienation in each other's eyes.The difference is that Natalia hides all this under the polite etiquette and demeanor, while Valery never hides her indifference.

"There was a saying, my dear Natalia Andreyevna," said Valery calmly, "Share happiness with others, and you will have double happiness; share pain with others." Talk to someone, and half the pain will be relieved. The problem is, we are all suffering from the same pain.”

"..." Natalia nodded slightly.

"I can see that you don't like it here either," Valery said.

Natalia nodded a little bit, and all of a sudden, her expression and tone lost the state that a lady should maintain: "The turbulent love offensive and all kinds of imminent competition. Armored with gems, gold and silver jewelry, and the most advanced dresses , a cruel war armed with the latest trendy cosmetics... Hehe."

Two cynical noble youths hit it off immediately: "Superficial nobles, ridiculous circles."

Valery raised his eyebrows as he spoke: "Only the most silly and sweet little girl would think that the ball is for entertainment... It's just a part of socializing in the upper class, and just another platform for political activities.

“Ah, political marriages, intelligence gathering, advance negotiations on new bills and decrees, side selection, rubbing the sand to apply eye drops—negotiations, negotiations, and conflicts in the political world are all entrained in the reserved dance steps and love games of gentlemen and ladies. How funny. But having said that, for a country, it is a good thing that all kinds of things that are on the table and not on the table can be successfully achieved under the lubrication of the waltz without causing greater conflicts. "

"Where is your heart if it is not here?" Natalia asked calmly.

"Wasting time here, it's better to continue to stay in the writing team of the new combat manual." Valery replied indifferently, "The full deployment of breech-loading guns will make the tactics of infantry and other arms obsolete overnight. It cannot be done as soon as possible. If you figure out and figure out a suitable set of combat methods, you will pay the price in blood on the battlefield... Sorry, it’s too inexplicable to talk to you about this.”

"Nothing." Natalia replied lightly, and then asked seemingly casually, "Are you in such a hurry?"

"We are not stupid, Miss." Valery whispered, "In the case of Andrei's disappearance, the Fourth Army lost five land-ships for no apparent reason. At least we need to find out what happened. The only thing that can be confirmed is that there are enemy troops there."

"Oh." Rostova nodded solemnly, but she didn't know what Valery chose to use the word "enemy" to mean.

In the past, the Northwest Tundra contained only the poorest peasants, exiles, infected, and small bands of anti-imperial partisans.It is where Ursus banishes dissenters and tacitly exists.The reason why the rebels can exist is because if the generals of the Fourth Army send out a "division" or even a larger corps to sweep the jurisdiction, it is tantamount to admitting their incompetence to other factions and the Imperial Parliament.These generals are absolutely unwilling to slap themselves.

But now, there is no longer a backcountry that allows the Ursus army to enter and leave without substantial obstacles.It is the "black field" that makes Ursus officers look black.

"So..." Valery muttered to himself, "the elite troops of the Fourth Army will send out a corps, and in the new year, this corps will focus on training large corps operations on hilly terrain. That damned V Count Rangel is the commander of this army."

——Under this guise, the Fourth Army intends to deploy a considerable part of its elite to the hilly terrain of the northwest tundra to search for and annihilate all enemies of the empire.

**

The small village is in trouble.

This is the most ordinary and smallest natural village on the northwest tundra.

In order to save their lives, everyone is very sensitive to everything around them.Of course not insensitivity, too many things can destroy this small village.People don't care about the big and small things on the tundra, what new integration movement has emerged, and the surrounding villages say they are joining the group and don't want to pay attention.It's just that they are very sensitive to all the strangers who appear around them.

But if you don't take the initiative to provoke, it doesn't mean that you won't come looking for the accident.There was a big battle nearby not long ago.Gunshots rang out for a long time.So everyone who was planning to move to another place disregarded the original plan to move slowly, dragging their families and bringing the old and the young here.When everyone recovered from the fear of bandits dying not far from their village, they were already staring at the open space without even a wall.

The folks can only set up a few tents to make do with it, and by the way, keep sending men and boys from various families to run back to check the situation and get supplies.A village of people wrapped up all the clothes they could wear in the cold and hunger, and endured the long cold night with difficulty...

Then the Reunification Movement sent a company.

The villagers watched in bewilderment as they got out of the heavy snow in the distance and threw more than a few falls. The military coat turned into a half-white and half-green "snowman".The one who led the way was the village child who said "I want to go out for a run" and slipped away with the caravan.He brought people back suddenly, along with canned instant noodles, compressed biscuits, sleeping bags, tents and a series of basic living supplies.

With the endorsement of this product, plus the food and clothing on display, everyone can barely feel at ease.Besides, form is better than people, what can you do with those guys who have all kinds of races from no horns to long Sarkaz horns, and some guys who can't tell what race they are at all?

Then, the villagers continued to watch in bewilderment as a few leaders planned the layout of the new village for them, and a group of dolls who were about the size of half the villager started working with the guys on their shoulders.

The leader has black hair and black eyes like a Yan countryman, but he doesn't have any animal horns or ears on the top of his head. He looks really strange, and his words are also scary: "Before putting on this clothes, these children are in your place, where are you? Just a brat. Follow us and wear this military uniform, and one person can support five people!"

Comand, who was carrying an engineering shovel, dropped these words and led the team up.

It's not like going up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire.That is to say, to lose points: digging dry toilets.

As an important part of mass work, supporting local construction is one of the important tasks of integrating the armed forces of the movement.At the same time, this time is also a transformation and test for the uprising and the captured sailors—as a group of active uprisings, a considerable number of active sailors soon emerged from the "Potemkin" and "Calm" sailors. molecular.

They have great significance and are closely related to the future integrated sports land fleet. There are also quite a few artillerymen with excellent technical and tactical literacy, which can be called treasures.The Reunification Movement is extremely concerned about this, and brought these guys out to help the masses build a building. In addition to the instructors who are responsible for them, the lineup of cadres who followed them is quite luxurious——

Tallulah was using Originium skills to set fire to the soft ground, while the Patriots were blasting the ground themselves, and Command led the sailors and soldiers of the integration movement to attack with steel brazing hoe and sapper shovel.

Of course, some people feel ashamed, but if they still express their opinions, they are always easy to be criticized: "Isn't the chief/I just doing it here? You are the only one who has a lot of shit! Where are there so many complaints?"

Or a sentence that "mass work is very important" that everyone half understands-but obviously there is no "happy air".When the entire snowfield is famous, and the former guerrilla captain Patriot, who made the Ursus picket team and the local garrison fearful, slapped his shield guards, no one can complain publicly.

But the general political commissar of the integration movement and the famous patriots helped dig toilets together...the program was too effective.

On the other side, out of the consideration of "after all, she is still a lesbian", after Tallulah burned the ground, she was in charge of another task: she burned the ice shells on the road, and others took them to flatten them, and then Frost Star Quickly freezes flattened slush.As for Alina, she was talking endlessly to the skeptical folks: "Master, have you heard of Amway, cough, integration movement?"...

Naturally, self-organized villages at the level of natural villages cannot be compared with the integration movement of militarized organizations.And the villagers in the tundra cannot be compared with the integration movement fighters and sailor activists.

Sufficient nutrition and physical exercise made the tundra civilians, slave laborers and guerrillas who were originally yellow and emaciated began to become strong and powerful.In addition to improving their physique, the queue training has also greatly improved their mental outlook. Long-term abdominal tightening, head-up, chest-high, striding strides when walking, and crisp and loud speech all make them appear confident and capable.Others resolutely obey orders, take the initiative to deal with dirty work, never speak sloppily, take the result as the assessment standard, divide the work from the target to the level of distribution, the instructions are clear, and the organization is clear; it seems that the boys in the village are like clumsy headless flies.