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

To the north of this valley that has turned into hell, the villages and towns in the base area must be brightly lit, and people are busy with their own lives.

Zubachev's daughter-in-law must not have known at this time that her man's life and death were in danger. She should be on the way from get off work, and her parents should be taking a walk after dinner.Some folks in the villages and towns are watching their children do their homework, some are working overtime, and some have already gone to bed.

On this tundra where so many people have sacrificed their lives, some people are sticking to positions where their lives are in danger, some are enduring in harsh working conditions, and some are living in places where money is more and less is close to home. Make a fortune in silence; some people pursue ideals and hopes, while others pursue personal happiness.They indulge in their own small world to enjoy themselves; shine on the stage of life; or just simply live.

Of course, even though so many people have sacrificed their lives for them, there are still some people who are cursing these stinky soldiers in their hearts, some are harming the public and enriching themselves, and some are praying that His Majesty the Emperor's army will kill all the rebels as soon as possible.

But none of this matters.

Berkonski heard his serious voice: "Of course, Comrade General Political Commissar, after witnessing and experiencing these things with my own eyes, I still firmly believe that we are just.

"It's all miserable and painful. We, the ones largely responsible for putting so many people in this situation, have only one reason to justify ourselves: otherwise, more people would just end up in a more miserable situation.

"We are just defending a bottom line. This bottom line is very low - people have to live. Because our battle, according to the hope in the field, is not the hope that the whole family can survive two of them instead of starving to death together. The bandit soldiers will leave behind the hope that they will be coolies instead of stabbing them with bayonets.

Berkonsky concluded by saying: "In this land, such hope is more precious than diamonds. Isn't it? Comrade General Political Commissar, I apologize for my bad mood. I am insulting my comrades in arms."

He drew his saber and stood it on his chest, saluted Comander with a sword, then threw the regimental flag of the 42nd Regiment of Ursus Empire Line Infantry on the ground and turned around to leave.He also had to coordinate with He Fan's tanks and mechanized infantry to pursue the Ursus troops who were running all over the mountains and plains.Only enemies who are actually killed and captured can be counted as a result of the battle. Otherwise, if they are allowed to run away, there will be endless troubles.

Among the three divisions of the Sixth Army of the Fourth Army of the Ursas Empire, the flags of the Eighth and Ninth Infantry Divisions of the Infantry Division were all captured; while the Seventh Division, which had been fighting around the livestock farm, was captured only one The regiment's flag, but the rest of the regiment's flag is only a matter of time.This is the case with the heavily protected regiment flag. For this sake, the only suspense left in the outcome of the Sixth Army is whether it should be disbanded or wiped out.

PS: It is finally on the shelves, which is almost the end of this volume.It was put on the shelves at 24 words, which is relatively late.I don't know if you have the intention to continue chasing it.Anyway, I insist on thinking about it until the whole volume is finished, because I hope everyone can confirm that this thing is really my dish.

The fanfiction of "Tomorrow's Ark" has formed a relatively common routine on Shuke: if you want to be relaxed and happy, go to Longmen at the beginning; for revolution and war, go to Ursas at the beginning; throw it into Kazdel, and the situation will be more complicated.As for the core conflict, most of the books still maintain the main conflict of "Origin Stone, the Infected, and this land" in the early stage of "Tomorrow's Ark", and some books have transferred to the core plot of the current main line-the battle for hegemony among the kingdoms of Terra .

By any standard, however, this book is relatively unorthodox.There is not much interaction with the girls and the characters of the original work, let alone flirting with girls everywhere.Moreover, there is still a suspicion of too much information gap at the beginning of it. Friends who have read old books know that this is my old problem.For another example, the most important thing in theoretical online articles is distinctive characters, but this book is obviously not centered on characters.You see, I wrote so long to analyze Sister Tazi, but how many roles does she have in the whole first volume?

Such a result can be imagined: clicks are only twice the number of words.

It's hard for me to be optimistic.So I will concentrate on writing, and there will be no rewards, because the output is not enough (no one will think that my information density can be increased casually).Keep updating as much as possible, but real life must occupy a higher position.Tickets and rewards are up to you to give.

Chapter 45 Epilogue

Belkonski's eccentricity in private is understandable—he was just forced to confront his brother with swords, which almost caused a greater tragedy, and his mood was very complicated.And what he said was not entirely unreasonable.As soon as the joy of victory faded, the cruelty of war was clearly engraved in people's minds.

Comand and Tallulah stand on the roof of the command post of the [-]th Infantry Regiment.Looking around, you can have a panoramic view of the entire battlefield.

The trench at the foot was already full of bullet holes after being devastated by artillery fire, and it collapsed even more after being trampled by countless pairs of boots.Scattered in and around were machine guns, rifles smashed in hand-to-hand combat, fragments of military uniforms and rags mixed with mud, water jugs and lunch boxes trampled into flakes, bullet casings buried in the soil, snow-covered corpses...

Farther away, on the blood-soaked brown-black snow, corpses were strewn all over the field, as if a rain of dead men had just fallen; further away, around the Ursus artillery, which was no longer firing, a large expanse of white gunpowder smoke was gradually dissipating , that is the only light thing on this battlefield; on the farthest opposite ridge, under the brilliant sunset, the land battleships of the Ursus Empire are scarred and burning, looking from a distance like piles of useless Living rock.

The saying "a troop will collapse if its casualties exceed 30.00%" applies to corps above divisions.In corps and regiments of this level, front-line combat units account for about 30-60% of the total force. In other words, when troop casualties exceed 30.00%, casualties of front-line combat troops have reached about 50.00%.

Throughout the Battle of Kursk, the 2000rd and 3th Infantry Regiments of the People's Guard of Terra directly undertook the infantry impact of the 40.00th Ursus Army and suffered huge losses in the battle.In terms of the exchange ratio, the exchange of more than 50.00 casualties for annihilating an enemy army of [-] is simply a win.But for these two regiments, the casualty rate of these two regiments is more than [-]%.This represents casualty rates of over [-]% for each combat company of both regiments.

Comand jumped down from the low shelter in silence and walked into the much shorter trench.In the morning there was also a full company of infantry.Now, the parapet of the trench seemed to have been scytheed flat, and a layer of blasted earth was piled up on the bottom of the trench; and in this earth lay the people who were still alive in the morning.

"This is the position of the ninth company of your regiment." He asked the commander of the fourth regiment accompanying him, "Where are the living people of this company?"

The leader of the fourth regiment raised his hand: "The wounded are being withdrawn, and the rest are there."

Commander looked at the line of less than fifty people.They were disheveled and muddy, their overcoats were black and wrinkled, impossibly dirty, and there was nothing but rags and rifles with empty magazines, and less than half of them wore hats or helmets.

The brutal battle had just ended, and the cooking team just delivered the food at this time.

A tarp was spread next to a small, dying campfire, with a thermos and two rucksacks on it. There was a smell of vodka.The drink must have exceeded the allotted amount, but no one, including Commander, wanted to regulate the matter.

He watched calmly as the survivors buttered rusks, sprinkled them with granulated sugar, and poured vodka from their thermoses into their lunchboxes.

Seeing that the head seemed to be coming, people just moved the lunch box containing vodka to various places to hide with their rough hands.

Commander lowered his voice, as if he didn't want to disturb the small dinner.He said in a very calm but unnatural tone: "Drink, drink, comrades. There is no need to hide it. But I want to ask, where are your instructors?"

The old soldier with half-century hair and beard pointed to the stretcher queue that was going back.Comand immediately stepped up and walked over, regardless of Tallulah's staggering pursuit.

In this long stretcher, Comand patiently identified the cheeks that were beyond recognition due to gunpowder smoke and blood, and finally found an old acquaintance.

He looked at Zubachev's pale face and was speechless.

Zubachev was also speechless, and the weakness from blood loss and the severe pain in his abdomen tormented him all the time.He tried his best, but he only moved his eyes, indicating that he saw Comand.

The company's hygienist told Comand that he couldn't tell what would happen to the company instructor: "It's life and death."

The queue moved away silently, leaving Comand standing here, silently watching the devastated landscape.

Tallulah was secretly surprised in her heart, seeing Comand constantly kneading the outer pocket of the military coat, wrinkling the pocket until it was wrinkled, and finally smoothing it out with her hands.

Comand is a veteran.He knew he had no right to surrender to his personal feelings.For example, seeing the details of those battlefields personally, the suffering, blood shed and sacrifices of those who carried out his orders on the forward positions.

It only disturbs the man's mind, weakens his fighting spirit, and prevents him from fulfilling his duties.This is very cold-blooded, but as a commander, he is deeply saddened by the soldiers who died in a trench or an artillery position, and he can no longer calm down to issue decisive orders in the ensuing battle. Would he be worthy of other people?

He understood this truth as early as when he was a fledgling on the battlefield of another universe.But now that the fighting was over, he couldn't help but recall that when Tallulah and Alina were taken away from the village, the infected person had gone with them.

For the first time Zubachev's unremarkable, stocky daughter-in-law was sobbing in front of the whole village, with his son in his arms.Although the infected person, who had suffered all his life, had a stern face and an indifferent expression, he kept stroking the child's head.

Command looked at Tallulah next to him, and said softly, "Is there anything you want to say?"

The war that the integration movement participated in was a revolutionary war.

"Revolution" represents the reshaping of the political and economic order of the entire society. In the eyes of many people, this word has an idealistic and romantic atmosphere of smashing the old world to create a new world, but its essence is violent deprivation and hardship. Labor, indeed;

"War" can only represent reality and cruelty. It is a bottomless pit of material and life. It represents countless deaths, the burning of huge wealth, and the intensity and gradual numbness of emotions.When the truth of the war is revealed in front of people, the "ideals" and "beliefs" that people believed in in the past will be shaken unprecedentedly.

Tallulah's expression was weak, and her movements were a little weak.She had long been used to the smell of gunpowder, but the smell of incendiary bombs, the stench of burnt corpses, etc., tormented her nose and made her stomach twitch.Unable to bear to watch any longer, she withdrew her gaze from afar and said in a low voice, "Victory is also sad, but it's better than failure."

The will was shaken, and at this moment, the black snake appeared again.

The waving flags gradually solidified in the air, and everything that was originally changing and moving details suddenly slowed down, as if someone had pressed the slow playback button for this world.

The black mist and the snake hidden in the black mist appeared again.He rolled in the air, a pair of red snake eyes glowing coldly in the darkness.

Talula next to him took a step forward and stood in front of Comand; the long sword in his hand changed from a sword-holding salute to a starting gesture.

"Relax, my daughter...I'm not here to fight."

Tallulah frowned her beautiful slender eyebrows: "I'm not your daughter."

Commande calmly pressed Tallulah's shoulder with his left fingertips, walked out behind Tallulah, and stared at Black Snake calmly: "Although he is a bastard, a devil, a murderer, an abductor, a careerist, and a political hooligan, But He played a father role in your life. It is true, Tallulah Atrias, calm down."

Tallulah lowered the blade silently, and the tip of the sword pierced into the soil.She stared at the black snake indifferently, holding the hilt of the sword firmly with both hands.

"What's your business, Mr. Kosich?" Comand held the bolt pistol on his waist with an indifferent expression, confirming that the chamber of his gun was filled with anti-energy bombs.

Hei Snake slid to quickly distance himself, and at the same time continued, with an almost elated attitude: "As an audience, it would be rude not to pay tribute to the actors at such a gorgeous ending! It was an impressive battle. Looking at it now , My judgment is not wrong. It is up to you to accept my respect! Many immortal species and gods of Terra have heard my introduction and know what you are doing here. Who knows what those guys will think What? Haha!"

Commander and Tallulah looked at each other for a moment. This old bastard was obviously talking to himself.

"Ah, don't worry, I'm not very interested in Tallulah now." Kosche flicked his red eyes towards Comand. "I am eager to try you. Unfortunately, who called you a 'soulless person' from another universe? Insoluble in acid, insoluble in alkali, insoluble in salt, insoluble in organic matter; it seems that water and fire are invulnerable, and it is almost invulnerable to all poisons. There was no response to heating on a blowtorch or high-voltage electricity. If so, so be it!

"Finally, Mr. Command, is the heir I trained useful?"

After all, the black mist disappeared, and time resumed.

Tallulah's feet went limp, and she almost collapsed on the ground; Comand held her slightly calmly.

Then Tallulah whispered: "Am I never going to be able to leave Cosiche for the rest of my life?"

"That old bastard won't let go, I guess no one in this land can do anything about it." Comand stared straight ahead, maintaining the appearance he should have in this public place.At the same time, he replied with an inaudible voice, "However, we have rich experience in this kind of situation."

The two had just realized that they didn't know what kind of medicine the black snake was selling in the gourd, and whether they were playing tricks again, when they were attracted by a shout not far away: "Hey! Tallulah!"

Old Izyaslav, covered in mud and water, jumped up.In front of her relatives, Tallulah, who was sad, changed from a charismatic leader back to a little girl.She swooped over, not caring about the pile of snow and mud on the old man's body, and tried hard not to let tears flow out of her eyes.Elder Izyaslav looked seriously at her coal-like cheeks, turned up his sleeves, found a clean place, and wiped her face vigorously.

After a while, the dirt on Tallulah's face that had been washed away by tears was transferred to the old man's sleeves, revealing the little girl's originally fair and tender skin.The old man sighed for a long time, patted her on the head, and walked towards Comand.

Although he had just received the kind of treatment from the stars, Commander was happy to chat with an ordinary migrant worker: "Hey, old man, how do you feel?"

"What should migrant workers do?" Ijaslav looked at Command cheerfully. "Last time I told you that you are not a good general. You don't even have an epaulette. You don't look dignified. Now it's fine. I'll take that back."

"You said it, take it back... I said, are you still happy after so many people died?"

"Hey, what's the big deal about the dead on the northwestern tundra. During the famine, your father can't control your son, but you can manage the integration movement, so the village thinks you are better than your father." The old man raised his hand and pointed to the distance Pieces of the dead:

"It's kind of meaningful to die like this. People who die on weekdays fall in pieces like wheat in frost, and they can't get anything in exchange for it!"

The bourgeois-style sadness was taught by the proletarians with the cruel reality. Comand smacked his lips, and finally said to the old man with a little helplessness: "You are right."

The old man quickly left again to do his own work.But Tallulah stood there with her head down.When Commande walked up to her, she gave a shocking answer in a voice that was so weak that she could barely hear it: "Okay then, I am willing... to join the Extraterrestrial Corps of the People's Federation."

**

When the steel chariots and green skirmishers of the rebels had rushed to the foot of the northern slope of the Kursk South Ridge and were rampaging through the artillery positions, Earl Wrangel gave his last order: "All of the Sixth Army Officers and soldiers assembled in Tsaritjin City."

This is a position that everyone knows.

Then he hurried south with the entire army headquarters under the protection of three guard companies-what else could it be?Use this mere three consecutive comebacks?

A considerable number of officers and soldiers of the completely defeated Sixth Army were killed, wounded and captured.However, the Taila People's Defense Army lacked rapid troops, and failed to immediately establish an outflank and blockade behind the Sixth Army, and more than half of the Sixth Army's personnel still escaped from the battlefield.

However, the days that followed were blunt knife cuts.

All the logistics units of the Sixth Army did not have time to retreat, and perhaps a considerable part of the personnel ran out, but their carts, pack animals, tractors, trucks, luggage, land transport ships and all military supplies were thrown to the Civilian Army .The Ursus soldiers, who had unloaded all non-combat-related items in the fighting state, recovered from the panic and found that the sun had gone down and the ice was snowing, and the bloody battle hadn't entered the day.But there was no campfire, no field kitchen, no tents—nobody even had a rucksack on them now.

Sleeping in the open during the snow season in the northwest tundra is fatal.The humiliation, anger and sense of honor of the Ursus soldiers were quickly defeated in the face of hunger and cold, and nearly a thousand people voluntarily ran back to the Kursk Valley to surrender to the militiamen that night.The cavalry regiment, which was about to jump horses and swords to follow and chase and kill, didn't even run [-] kilometers, but was completely entangled by hordes of rout soldiers who came to surrender.After finally arranging for the last batch of surrenderers to return to the Kursk Valley under the escort of the cavalry that night, Regiment Commander Andrey and Commissar Zhukov, who had been bandaged and reinvigorated, were surprised to find that the entire half of the regiment The cavalry were all used to escort the prisoners...

Even if the Ursus soldiers bit the bullet and gritted their teeth, they soon found that the difficulties were far beyond their imagination.Feng Shui took turns, and those who endured the encirclement and suppression of the superior enemy in the ice and snow without supplies became the Ursus Empire army.

In the Kursk Valley, the reason why the imperial army was able to suppress the tribal army for a period of time and caused them to suffer considerable casualties was due to their superiority in numbers and artillery fire.The current environment has become a group of defeated Ursas soldiers whose size does not exceed the company, playing battle royale with the commanders and fighters of the Nationalist Army who started from guerrilla warfare and small units in the home of the integration movement...

In small-unit battles in snowy fields and forest environments, the advantage of the militia's light weapons was further magnified.The constant pursuit of the tribal infantry and cavalry mercilessly swept away all resistance they encountered, causing the Ursus routs to suffer.

The chase was brutal and bloody—for Ursus soldiers, of course.The Ursas rout with no intelligence, no supplies, and no support obviously couldn't deal with drones flying in the sky, snowmobiles on the ground, automatic guns in their hands, good winter clothes on their bodies, and hot meals in their stomachs Integrate the movement.They even have only a few bullets for their rifles, so they have to count them!The conditions were so bad that the Ursas routers couldn't deal with the chasing troops of the Tribal Army who "buried people with bullets".Often a company of Ursas' rout was driven around by a platoon of Tribal Guards, and a company of Tribal Guards could walk the entire snowfield as if no one was there.

However, without bullets is absolutely impossible, and only bullets are not omnipotent.The Fourth Army and the Sixth Army are the elite standing troops in the Ursus army. The daily treatment of officers and soldiers is relatively high, and the fighting will and loyalty to the empire are also relatively stubborn.Unless they are completely desperate, it is not easy to get them to surrender their guns.

So the special advisers remembered the legendary stories and believed that the cold and hunger of the northwest tundra would be a powerful assistant in persuading surrender——

Soon, very soon, the Ursus routs roaming the northwestern tundra discovered that the gang of jobbers had started to do new and better jobs.The characteristic modification of the red sickle hammer of the special armored vehicle "Rhino" for space fighters: the armored cooking vehicle and the hot water storage vehicle for food materials appeared in the most active areas of Ursas' rout troops.

In order to save space, the Rhino Armored Vehicles with thermal laser guns in the weapon station were deployed in the field at mealtime, and the cooking squad composed of five space warriors of the Red Scythe and Hammer Legion and ten auxiliary troops began...

Cooking.

The Ussians who haven't tasted hot food for more than ten days can smell the aroma of fried dough sticks and black bread from a kilometer away. When it is replaced with braised pork, the enemy's lure range is multiplied by three.The aroma of butter, fine bread and bacon was everywhere, and some of the defeated soldiers who peeked over even saw them adding pounds of sugar into the cauldron of milk tea.Drones equipped with loudspeakers are flying everywhere, advertising loudly, telling you where and when food will be served every day.

And when the visitor tentatively and hesitantly touches it, he will see ten big guys in power armor and five super big guys in even bigger power armor!

The overflowing fragrance, steaming heat, and quick movements make it known that they are the best in the cooking class!

Faced with the surrender of two dishes, one soup and one staple food per person, the Ursus soldiers didn't even want to go through the cutscene of "I'm just starving to death", so they handed over their guns with one hand and took the spoon with the other, and fast forwarded to Zhenxiang.It's not that Ursus, whose brains were frozen, was defeated and wanted to rob food until he ran back.only……

Let's put it this way.Which cooking squad leader hasn't taken a group of bastards under his command to make a big fuss when he goes to the front line to deliver meals?

According to the practice of the Red Sickle and Hammer Legion, the space warrior squad leader of the cooking squad is usually one of the best veterans in the entire division, brigade and regiment. .Auxiliaries also follow this pattern.

Now wearing a super-luxury shield guard with a power armor, a machine gun and a bazooka on his shoulder, in front of these guys, he can only be regarded as a youth version of the ultra-shrunk, malnourished, second-class disabled.This group of Ursas who have been starving for a week and have nothing but fire sticks are here to play hard... Why are you like everyone with a spatula in one hand and a plasma gun in the other?