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

Powerful warlocks use their Originium skills to burn the ground to facilitate excavation and freeze the ground that has just been leveled; instructors lead sailors to dig dry toilets, level roads, dredge ditches, and build tents—"supporting local construction" is a must Make a real effort to solve troublesome and difficult things.And in this troubled, no, to put it bluntly, desperate village, there are so many such crap things for immediate survival and a little bit of long-term development that make people crazy.

After working all morning, the sailors finally crawled out of the pit.But the more stringent requirements than "working for others for nothing" have just begun.

Chapter 19 In War and Peace

For Berkonski, the results of this bold move are looking good so far.Because of the plight of the sailors who rebelled and the lucky ones who were captured, the Reunification Movement tried their best to treat them equally, providing the same living and medical conditions as the Reunification Movement fighters.Their schedule is similar to that of the regular armed forces of the Integral Movement.

As for the daily work and rest of the so-called regular armed forces of the integration movement——

Get up at [-] o'clock in the morning, roll your name early, and the morning training subjects are queues and running circles alternately for one day;

Return to the dormitory at [-]:[-] to do housekeeping and clean up, and the buddies who are on duty in the class have to cook;

We gather for dinner at six o'clock, and we sit in front of the cafeteria as a class unit and eat after singing a song as a group;

After dinner at [-]:[-], I went to wash the dishes and help the canteen clean up, and returned the uneaten food to the cooking team;

Go to prepare for training at 10:[-], start the morning's physical or technical and tactical training at [-]:[-], and rest for [-] minutes every hour;

At [-]:[-] for lunch, the cadres and soldiers started to clean up the place together, and the buddies in the squad took turns to cook the meals; at twelve o'clock, they had to sing, but all the soldiers were very satisfied with the oil and water of the meals;

As for the ample time after washing the dishes, some of the students are quite clever and have already learned to go to the service agency to order soda or marinated eggs and chicken legs before returning to the dormitory for a lunch break.

At 01:30 in the afternoon, training or classes are either technical and tactical or cultural classes.However, physical fitness is inevitable. At 03:30, I either run laps or lift iron.

At 05:30, we have dinner, and at 06 o'clock, the instructors explain the major news events in Usas and the Northwest Tundra, and we have free activities when we have nothing to do. At 30:[-], we read and read newspapers in the dormitory;

Roll call at [-]:[-] am, a military democratic meeting, lectures in the company and platoon, and lectures in the class after the platoon, summarizing the strengths and weaknesses of the day, and planning the next step.

At eight o'clock, evening school and training begin.Everyone is either thinking hard about the Ursa script on the blackboard, or studying political and military theories. Students who hope to become cadres need to work hard to improve their grades.

Classes are over at ten o'clock, wash before going to bed, or deal with chores accumulated throughout the day; at eleven o'clock, turn off the lights.

For the land-based sailors, their daily routine is very different from this. It is nothing more than talking and understanding instead of studying.The administrators of this "study brigade" quickly figured out the various situations of the uprising officers and soldiers.Naturally, some of the sailors who resented the oppression within the military quickly turned to the integration movement.

But even these activists, when talking about the integration movement, added a sentence after expressing their emotions about living conditions and economic democracy, political life, etc.:

"Everything is fine, but the rules are too strict!"

Yes, especially the "Code of Conduct for Civilians" known as the "Eleven Commandments", everyone wants to laugh when they see it: Is this what people with guns in their hands should do to people who store food at home?

Now the folks opened the cans of stew they sent to entertain them. The sailors were stabbed at the back by the instructor's sharp eyes, swallowed and shook their heads-these guys who wanted to save their face and suffer at most allowed the sailors to drink a tank of hot water.

Although the sailors who lived a good life have been a little loose recently, they are not so stupid as to forget whose meal they are eating.No one dared to violate the rules of the integration movement.But after getting used to eating in the cafeteria, I would eat compressed biscuits with instant soup. Although it's not like I haven't eaten worse ones, I always feel awkward.

What's even more awkward is that the villagers asked: "It's obviously yours, why don't you eat it?"

The sailors short-circuited their brains for a long time, and finally stupidly said what the instructors often said in the past, and everyone disapproved: "Don't take the masses!"

Besides, the instructors have been staring at the sailors gloomily—at the same time, they only eat compressed biscuits.So what else do you have to say?

Ended a tough day at work.We worked so hard to put up the best tents before—sorry, this is for each family in the village.Own tents can only be camped outside of villagers.

Sailor activists set up tents outside the village with resentment.

The "general political commissar" announced to the villagers: "Leave the sentry at night to us, so you can rest easy!"

Activist sailors: *Ursus swears*!

The only good thing is that those rotation positions were taken by the instructors.At night, the sailors were tossing and turning in the cold tents, half asleep and half awake, and cordially congratulated the instructors for surviving the cold.So they have been huddled in the tent, but they don't know that the other group of tents are also tossing and turning, half asleep and half awake, and they are casting complicated glances outside.

Get up early the next day to wrap up work.After the day was three poles high and everyone assembled, they were surprised by their own achievements: 24 hours ago, this place was a wasteland, but now the village toilets are completed, the roads are smooth, there is a bottom-up grain, and every family has tents, and they can cook together. I also discussed with the instructors to find a way to transport the stored grain left in the old village.

The village came out of despair.Now that I can survive, whether it is to open up here or do anything else, I will have more room.

The attitude of the villagers has changed.The little ones made faces at the "sister rabbit with white ears", and after being showered with ice balls by Frost Star, they ran away laughing; Alina got an enthusiastic reply; the brave girl even surrounded the sailors Ask this and that.

The sailors patted the feet of the tents of each household horizontally and vertically with soil, and then Frost Star used ice and ground to freeze them to prevent the wind from blowing up.Even the used brooms are not spared, and the branches are refilled and sent back.After everyone dismantled their tents, packed them up and packed their luggage.Bring tools and weapons...

The villagers who saw the whole village rushed to the side of the road.

The silent villagers stared at the bewildered queue. The old man in the lead held the tray forward and said to the lead Comand:

"We really have nothing now. Almost everything is given by you. We can only make up such bread and salt. Please accept this at least."

Commander looked at the tray of poor-quality brown bread mixed with chaff and the salt in the convenience fabric bag.He pinched a small piece of bread from the bread, dipped it in salt, put it in his mouth, and raised his hand in salute, sonorously saying: "Serve the people!"

Then he turned around without looking back, led the team to march, and started at the top of his voice: "Let's go! One, two, one, all revolutionary soldiers must remember, get ready, and sing!"

The sailor activists were at a loss. They hadn't learned the song.

But the instructors sang in unison.This military song is said to come from ancient times and is the origin of the "Eleven Commandments" of the Red Sickle and Hammer Legion and later the People's Alliance Army. It is now taught word by word in the Integration Movement.The fighters of the integration movement were obviously not familiar with the Usas version they were singing, but it was enough for everyone present to understand:

"All revolutionary soldiers must keep in mind the three major disciplines and eight points of attention!

"First, follow the command in all actions, and only when you are in step can you win;

"Secondly, if I don't take the masses with a needle, the masses support and like me;

"Third, everything seized must be returned to the public, and efforts should be made to reduce the burden on the people..."

Comand held his head high at the head of the team, and the instructors and sailor activists at the back lined up in a four-way column. The rifles and pickaxes on their shoulders rose and fell in a unified rhythm, and their movements were neat as if they were cast in a mold.

The naughty children followed the queue, walking like soldiers, babbling along with the melody with immature voices; the adults did not make too many explicit expressions, but just looked at the troops with solemn awe from the side of the road opened.

Even if the opponent's force can easily wipe out the entire village, even if there are infected people or even Sarkaz, who is known as the "Demon Guy" among the opponents.

Whether it is the peasant fighters from such poor villages in the integration movement, or the displaced infected persons, or the guerrillas who insisted on their pride, and the sailors who have traveled all over the world and hung medals, they have walked through this short 50 meters. The proudest moment of their lives.

"So." Belkonsky, who was walking beside Comand, said suddenly, "I am willing to join the integration movement."

Shuang Xing pouted at the side: "Heh, it's up to you whether we want it or not. Let's prepare the application."

**

This political engineering class, in which Command personally served as the head teacher, has added auditors.

The two outsiders, Berkonsky and Kelsey, are now just like everyone else: sitting on a mat, with their notebooks spread out on their laps.The future political commissars and administrative leaders are sitting on the edge of the playground, and the playground is full of students from the entire workshop——

In addition to the literal meaning, "student" has an additional meaning in the integration movement: the liberated people who are being reformed.From the homeless infected people and slave workers in the military mines, to the officers and soldiers of the old army who rebelled and even the prisoners of war, they were all among them—naturally, Berkonsky’s former subordinates were also among them.

The institutions that accommodate these people are called "workshops", and the workshops are divided into several student brigades according to the source of students.The instructors and administrators are the same liberated people as they were before.They were walking and sitting among the cadets, without weapons, armor, or protective equipment that was tightly separated.They chatted with everyone in a friendly manner, asking nothing more than "Where are you from?" "How long have you been mining?" "What do you do on the ship?" and so on.

This group of slave laborers, deserters, and homeless people who were rescued from the dark mines and white desert-like snowfields, whose eyes were so numb to the extreme, saw the sun again, had no worries about food and clothing, and were even cured. After the ore disease, although the administrators did not believe everything they said, the atmosphere of the conversation was still very harmonious.

The situation of the uprising officers, soldiers and even the captives is not bad. Under the leadership of activists, considering that they are eating other people's food, wearing other people's clothes, living in other people's houses, and using other people's medicines, even the most The prisoners of war who didn't want to turn against the water also chose to say a few good words.

Topics ranged from "What troubles are there in the mines?" "Does your hometown grow red wheat or rye?" "How much rent does the tax collector charge?" "Where is the best place to find food when you are wandering?" "Working in the Imperial Army" What kind of work is this?" Speaking of which, it didn't take long before he was scolding the supervisors, pickets and officers -

Whether in the countryside of the North Plains, in the mines, or in the imperial army, whether as farmers, miners, soldiers, or sailors, it is commonplace for them to be so miserable that they cannot survive.In the past, these poor hapless people could only paralyze themselves: "Although the tax collector pressed for money, he finally let my family go."

After being recruited by the integrated sports martial arts team disguised as businessmen, captured from the lower ranks of the dark warship, and came to the cadet brigade, after a few days of "stable life", the nerves eased and the numbness gradually subsided.Everyone immediately remembered all the grievances.People were furious one by one, a group of young people filled their stomachs, relaxed their minds, and let go of their courage. They went from scolding the overseers and tax collectors to scolding the entire Ursus Empire.

Outside the bustling crowd, the patriots were silent, watching these group of people whose daily catchphrase is "the emperor is above" cordially greeted the lords from the tsar to the general to the nobles in the imperial capital, from the tsar to the general to the nobles, and expressed their gratitude to all The sincere affection of female relatives.

The political students sitting outside the crowd listened to Comand's explanation: "There is such a miracle that the captives caught in the morning can be transformed in the afternoon, and can charge the original army with guns in the evening. I know you will say this Pure nonsense, but what you're going to see next is something like this—

"Complaining about the public trial meeting."

The transformation of millions of enemy officers and soldiers by the Huaguo People’s Defense Army (well, you know) in the civil war was an unprecedented and unimaginable practical case in sociology, political science, psychology, etc. It also made the later Historians and sociologists have much to gain.

The work of reforming the mind is highly complicated. It is by no means that everything will be fine if you raise your arms and complain to a public trial. After all, there is no brain upgrade or mind control in the three-dimensional dimension; however, complaining and public trials are indeed an important symbolic link.

"The situation is actually very complicated. Among the students in this workshop, the largest proportion are infected miners, followed by wandering infected and deserters, and finally sailors - this is because our previous combat operations hit Ursus The military manages mines and land fleets.

"What needs to be noted here is that most of the wandering infected people are deserters. There have been conflicts between the former soldier students who were the oppressors and other students who were once the oppressed; to this day, they are also vaguely opposed to each other——

Frost Star raised his hand, obviously disapproving: "What happened to those guys being beaten? Ursus soldiers are not the main force to oppress the infected?"

"Yes and no." Comand did not hesitate, "Soldiers, pickets, and mine guards are all important parts of the Ursus Empire's violent institutions, and they are also the heavily oppressed parts of this oppressive system. There is nothing wrong with this.

"However, the division of responsibilities between the regular army and the pickets and mine guards is different. Soldiers in the army are often isolated from society and relatively lack the opportunity to make trouble. They are also the main oppressed in the oppressive system of the imperial army. Usa The relationship between officers and soldiers within the Sri Lankan army, many of you here are former officers, must be aware of it. Soldiers are the private property of officers. They eat empty salaries, drink soldiers’ blood, deduct food money, and forcefully arrest strong men. They are not worth mentioning. Injuries, beatings to death, and even torture also happened from time to time..."

"Although the latter is also in the oppressive environment of the imperial society, it has become the main force to oppress the infected while being oppressed.

"So, the deserters we captured sitting in the audience are friends we are fighting for; the picket officers and mine guards brought to the stage are enemies that need to be suppressed."

Shuang Xing snorted: "Political commissar, you are always right..."

Comand, the teacher who was teaching on the spot, saw the instructor of the workshop with a microphone on the stage, turned around and said to his students: "It's about to start."

Chapter 20 War and Peace

The instructor who was the "host" on the stage coughed twice, and then the handcuffed Ursus officer was escorted onto the stage by two integration movement fighters.

"A commander of a military mine." Comand said flatly.

The viscount has always been steadfast, maintaining the posture of "His Majesty's military officer".Although he hasn't changed his clothes since he came down from the battlefield, he washed his clothes and his face clean, and even brought his own medals, and shot the former slaves and Deserters.

The viscount was thrown into the wilderness of Beiyuan to watch the mine because he offended a big shot.In such an uninhabited place tens of kilometers away, he soon discovered that no matter how big-hearted people are, it is easy to go crazy.

Everyone needs to vent in a place like this.Qiuba chose to torture those infected miners, and regularly drew "black lottery" to randomly kill people and set up a gambling game.The Lieutenant Colonel didn't like to torture miners with his drunken robbers, thieves, and hooligans.But it's just because the lieutenant colonel has a bunch of idle books to pass the time, and he's engaged in drilling and bribery, trying to get himself transferred out; but the big soldiers are illiterate and can't afford books.

He would sometimes have a whim, but he still felt that the infected miner was too dirty. If he accidentally got rid of it and let a noble viscount like him contract the ore disease, it would be terrible.

Now the tide is turning.He made up his mind that although he would definitely not survive, he must not let down his status as an officer of His Majesty the Emperor before he died, and he must not bow his head to these mobs!

He pumped himself weakly, keeping his expression as grim and stern as possible.

The cursing in the audience stopped immediately—the fear of him among the former infected miners was still deep in their bones, and the deserters were also afraid of the officer.

"Obviously, the authority of the empire is still entrenched; people fear and hate the representatives of the empire at their side: pickets, tax collectors and gendarmes. Now, watch how we shake this authority in a few minutes."

……

"...I work as a slave in this bastard's mine, the third operation team. When I was in the mine, I heard that many people envied our team. Um... I have a brother named Buru Hull. When he was mining, his thigh was cut open by the dropped Originium ore. The wound was very infected, and he also suffered from acute ore disease. He urgently needed to use Originium techniques to eliminate the inflammation. However, although our entire operation team After collecting money to bribe the magician in the guard, his treatment time was pushed to half a month later, and people kept jumping in in the middle... He survived for ten days in the dirty shack, but he still couldn't make it through... ..."

"...The daily rations allocated to our work group are only three potatoes, and everyone must get at least one sprouted one every day. People starve to death and die of exhaustion every day, but if you are caught stealing something, They will be beaten to death by guards unleashing dogs in public. These damn beasts have living people as feed every day..."

"...Soldier brothers, do we have a better life than miners? Brother miners, please don't be hostile to us, everyone is a hard-working person! Why did my soldiers and I desert? Why did we risk being caught and buried alive? Even running away at the risk of being cut alive? We ordered to wipe out the guerrillas one after another, but we couldn’t even collect enough money to bribe the quartermaster, and we didn’t get a single bullet! Everyone set off with empty guns while crying. Fortunately, we The old company commander was quick-witted, and led us around in the mountains a few times, then gesticulated with the bayonet a few times, and then rolled in the snow a few times, barely coping with it... The quartermaster and the military police did not I could get the booty from us, but the whole company starved for four meals, and the old company commander died in the confinement room. Before he left, he handed over the entire company to me. What can I do? We will collectively escaped……"

"... Someone said before that we are lucky to be able to eat enough? Pull it down! I don't hide it. Brother miners in front, take it easy. We soldiers who steal food and are killed by military dogs. And it's unavoidable... Damn it! Quartermasters who deserve to be gallows! The salt rations cost five rubles a pound! . Fifty rounds of ammunition were exchanged from the village for a live chicken, a jug of bad wine, and two bags of wheat... We all know that we are trading with the guerrillas, and the weapons and ammunition sold may be sold one day. Back to yourself. But if you sell it, you may die in the future; if you don’t sell it, you will starve to death now! So, you know why our platoon was brought here with a pistol and a box of bread, right?"

The effect of complaining is excellent.

The people speaking on the stage couldn't bear it anymore, and they started to cry while talking, whimpering and sobbing, and couldn't continue talking; the infection spread to the audience, from moaning their heads to crying loudly, almost in the blink of an eye.

Even the political students who were outside the crowd gritted their teeth. When Frost Star heard the miners crying about the random execution by the guards drawing black lots, he showed excitement that Comand had never seen in his memory. He stood up and sat down, clenching his fists. Let go again.Patriots tremble a little when they hear the veteran who joined the army with their son say that his son died of beatings by officers.

However, the soldiers can go up, but the commander must always be rational.Command continued to lecture at this moment: "There is a theory in medicine called 'all or nothing law'."

Kelly seemed taken aback.Comand just talked in a burst of cries: "The neuron is the most basic unit of the brain's nerves. When the stimulus reaches the response threshold of the neuron, it responds with the largest pulse amplitude; but the stimulus intensity is as high as Neurons don't respond when they don't reach a certain threshold. This characteristic is also reflected in psychology to some extent. Before they experienced a lot of pain, their consciousness used numbness as a measure to protect their mental health. Now we Given enough stimulation, the numbness wears off and the resulting anger lingers for a long time."

The howling and crying turned into soaring anger in the blink of an eye. The former miner students and former deserter students who were originally cold-eyed and relatively distinct turned into a torrent, repeatedly impacting the infantrymen of the People's Federation who rushed into the field to form a human wall.Seeing that they couldn't break through the iron wall of the power armor, people picked up the plastic stools they were sitting on and threw them on the stage, cursing at the commander of the mine on the stage.