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

"Military secret."

"Understood!" Tallulah replied bluntly, without further questioning.

Hangou stood up and carefully observed the dent left by the infantryman who was knocked into the air on the off-road vehicle: "It's really a bit strong...Talulah."

Tallulah replied: "Here!"

"The doctor is still being rescued on the Rhode Island ship, and his life or death is uncertain; the latest information from the front line is that Wang Ting's army has launched a large-scale offensive. The Tower of Babel and East Kazdale have no spare power to help us."

Tallulah sneered: "...Heh, when did we count on their help?"

"Yes, it would be great if there are local friendly forces to help. But even if there are no friendly forces, the battle is settled." Hangou turned around, walked quickly to the Land Speeder next to him, and connected the communication at the same time. "Calling 17th Assault Company."

"Got it, Comrade Captain." The Space Marine company communicator on standby on the "Natural Selection" responded immediately.

"Order: A row of air assault equipment, equipment plan No. 23. The shipboard Marine Corps of 'Natural Selection' is on board. The coordinates of the attack target are being uploaded."

"clear."

"Intelligence team, report and analyze the situation."

A brief message came from the intelligence team on the Natural Selection: Commander's personal cyber system was not offline, and the vital signs could be confirmed to be normal.Due to the limitation of its transmission power, it cannot be precisely located, but its direction can be confirmed-it is really north of Kazdale City.

The drones cruising over Kazdale City can still receive Comand's signal, but the strength is very weak and they cannot communicate directly.The new drone is searching in the direction of Commander, and it is expected that an accurate mark of Commander's location can be obtained in an hour.

The Stormhawk assault gunships and Thunderhawk general-purpose gunships of the space warriors are being prepared, and a platoon of more than forty space warriors is preparing for battle; The upper ground crew loaded into the ready-to-go Valkyrie general-purpose gunboat.

There are already unmanned reconnaissance aircraft taking off in other directions and flying towards the target location, and the information of the bounty hunter camp will be transmitted in 5 minutes; the action plan is being formulated and will be refined based on follow-up information; after the preparations of various departments are completed The internal briefing is expected to depart in 10 minutes from now!

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In Kazdel, mercenaries are still the most widely distributed military force in Kazdel, even now that it has been divided and integrated to only two major forces.

Although both Thearesia Group and Trexis Group have widely absorbed a large number of mercenaries, there are still countless Sarkaz mercenaries active throughout Kazdaele.Most of them are infected. They usually rob Sakta's caravans. During the civil war, they divided into camps and gathered under the king's banner, but they still maintained their relative independence.Directly joining an army is relatively rare among Sakaz mercenaries.

Mercenaries are usually organized into their own squads. Sometimes they are recruited by certain aristocratic families with abundant funds and supplies. Sometimes they also spontaneously form certain mercenary alliances.

After the current regent clashed with the orthodox royal family and a full-scale civil war broke out, the armed forces scattered under various nobles and civilians began to be gradually integrated and forced to divide camps.But even so, there are still a small number of mercenaries who do not want to be involved in this battle with no survivors, and still strive to wander between the two positions as an independent group.They believed that mercenaries, or sarkaz, should be free.Regarding their deeds, they are widely circulated among the civilians of Kazdel as some legendary stories after artistic processing.

Kazdel's economy consists primarily of mercenaries and free villages.The underground black market "Scar Market" of Sarkaz mercenaries uses the identity of mercenaries as "nameless identification tags" as currency, and at the same time issues high-value "painful orders". "Pain Order" is a reward order with a clearly marked price for war and life.That's why it got this name because of its ruthless content. It is notorious even among mercenaries, but the scar mall's rewards never disappoint customers, no matter whether they live or die.

And this small camp in the desert is a "scar market" for mercenaries.

The main building of the camp, the wooden door of the bar was pushed open.The tall and thick bartender glanced up at the comer calmly, but did not reach for the pistol he snatched from the Lateran in his waist.

The murderous shopkeepers and customers just glanced at the people passing by, and then continued to chat, drink and exchange information.The guest in a black cloak with a hood covering his face sat down on the round stool in front of the bar without a hitch—

Then a round stool with a small missing leg almost threw her to the ground.

The bartender calmly made an assessment: even wearing a tattered cloak, one can tell that this is a woman through her slender body, but the fluffy tail that is not covered can also tell that this is a Lupu .It just looks a little embarrassed, the hair that the Lupus are very concerned about is covered with dust, and there are still many knots.

This is the "Scar Mall". Just look around and you will notice new and old knife marks and bullet holes on the walls.That was a sign that due to too frequent confrontations, the operator had no time to deal with it and finally gave up.Even the broken legs of the round stool under the visitor's buttocks were the work of bullets.

"Hey, boss, ask someone."

The Ruper woman pushed the picture across the table.From the sound, it should be very young.

The owner and bartender asks, "Would you like a whiskey?"

"I don't like drinking." Miss Luper popped out a Syracuse gold coin, raised her head slightly, exposed her silver pupils and hair, and stared at the bartender who was wiping the wine glass.

The boss put away the round things calmly, poured her a cup of hot water, and then replied: "This lady, the last time she appeared in Kazdale—at least the known appearance was in a month Before, you came a little late."

"One month?"

The bartender shrugged, turned around and picked up another stack of glasses and wiped them slowly: "Yes, you can rest assured about this. Well, this one is quite famous here, is he called Texas?"

"You know her?"

"You should ask who doesn't know the name of Penguin Logistics. Did you see the guy with the missing arm? It was the guy from Texas who chopped it up. The Blood Spear team was working as a guard in a bar before, and they had a conflict with that woman. As a result, Those bitches in black and white uniforms beat up their whole squad with just one guy."

"Oh, interesting." Miss Luper sat up a little bit, picked up a clean glass and fiddled with it. "Then is there any where they go after they leave Kazdel..."

Before the words fell, the wooden door of the bar slammed again: everyone didn't see what this yellow shadow was at first glance, but after a closer look, they found that it was a person wearing a desert camouflage uniform.

The silver-trimmed red triangle logo on the man's armband made the Sarkaz mercenaries stare wide-eyed:

"Atlas..."

"What the hell are the people from Atlas doing here?" the bartender muttered.

"What's the matter?" Miss Ruper asked.

"That's another question. But I don't take money. Now Kazdel is fighting a civil war. And Atlas - is the existence that can make the Regent's head bleed with just one finger."

Miss Luper silently glanced at the ordinary young man, then turned her head: "What does this have to do with mercenaries? Are you afraid of them?"

"...Although we are indeed... afraid, can we not be so blunt?" The boss said angrily, "The mercenaries on the other side of the Oder River have disappeared, or they must be put down. Guy changed careers. And Atlas did it all!"

"Then they did a good job," Miss Ruper replied.

"...That's right, the side of the Oder River should be the most peaceful place in Kazdale now." The bartender smiled wryly, "Some teams who didn't mix well even ran over and would rather move bricks on the construction site No more mercenaries."

"Huh..."

The young man went straight to the bartender: "Hello, boss."

"Ah, buddy from Atlas..." The boss glanced at him coldly, "What's your business? This camp seems to be under your jurisdiction."

"My company is not omnipotent. Many times we need to rely on our friends here to do things."

"What are you doing?" The boss decided to end this troublesome matter quickly.

"Find someone."

Miss Luper next to him looked at him calmly.

The man also took out the photo and put it in front of the bartender.The bartender looked at it, and muttered, "Nun's clothes, with a circular saw... This guy has been here recently, and he's very polite, but he suddenly went crazy when he was about to fight... .”

The unlucky wooden door slammed again, followed by a deafening roar: "Where is that Atlas bastard? Get out!"

Chapter 34 How lonely it is to be invincible~

A dozen or so big Sarkaz men rushed into the tavern, all of them big and round, fully armed, knives were extremely rare in their hands, and manual and semi-automatic firearms were also rare.Each of these guys has an automatic rifle or a submachine gun.

The face is ferocious, the anger is soaring, and the person who comes is not good.

The Atlas employee turned around: "What's your job?"

The buddy in the lead walked up to the man aggressively: "Your people killed our people!"

"what happened?"

"We will steal your caravan!"

"..."

There was an eerie silence in the tavern.

The man in Atlas showed an embarrassing expression: "This...you wait. Let's not talk about who is right, anyway, whoever has more guns in Kazdel has the final say .What do you mean, you messed up the caravan snatching, and even killed someone, so you asked someone like me to do the job?”

Although the other side was aggressive, when the people from Atlas said this, they had to be a little embarrassed.But the leading Sarkaz brawny was obviously thick-skinned: "That's right, so we have to find a way to get the place back!"

"If you can't afford to lose, you still bully the weak and fear the strong, right? Why don't you find other Atlas caravans to find a place?" The man showed a funny mocking expression.

"...So what?" the head of the Sarkaz mercenaries said loudly.

The man was still laughing, and took a step forward: "Then you are here for nothing. You can't control me."

"Oh, don't even think about going anywhere!"

The man continued to take a step forward: "Really, if I want to go out, no one can stop me."

The Sarkaz mercenary leader sneered, and a dozen automatic weapons behind him aimed at the man neatly, like a bouquet protruding from the garden: "Are these enough for you to stay?"

The man was still smiling, but flinched back.

Then he continued to take a step forward, standing at a distance from the mercenary leader who was about to fight or kiss: "I have to admit - not enough!"

Before the words fell, the Sarkaz mercenary leader turned around!

The man from Atlas punched him like lightning in the stomach, grabbed him by the collar for a shield, and stuck his pistol out of his waist.

There are no deafening gunshots, only light beams as thin as gossamer.The palm of a mercenary exploded along with the handle of his gun; the sharpshooter who was aiming suddenly had his hat fly off.

A wine bottle on a table exploded, and the liquid turned into a steaming white mist. A chair leg farther away suddenly broke and caught fire. The ammunition ignited by the laser exploded in the palm of the Sarkaz gunman, directly blowing half of the palm away; someone felt the weapon was hit suddenly, and when they looked closely, they found that there were red spots in a molten state on the gun.

The man let go, allowing the mercenary leader to fall to the ground like a bag of rice, curled up like a prawn.He glanced at the Sarkaz mercenary team who were stunned and stunned, but none of them died, and then suddenly pointed his pistol to one side.

The Sarkaz mercenary who was pressing his hand to the handle of his waist gun on the seat next to him smiled awkwardly, and slowly retracted his hand.

The Atlas man stared at the audience calmly, then tucked the laser pistol back into the underarm holster in the jacket.

The wooden door of the tavern banged for the last time, and this time it flew right off its hinges, falling into several pieces when it landed on the ground.

A tall figure wrapped in a wide-brimmed hat and cloak appeared at the door, and the large sword in his hand, which was about the size of the door leaf, made the Sarkaz people...

"Awe-inspiring".

The dazed and screaming Sarkaz mercenaries moved in every direction away from Skadi as if they had encountered the oil stains of detergent, providing her with space and keeping a distance from her.The Sarkaz mercenaries of the other teams in the seats shrank to the corner of the tavern neatly, and even turned out from the window.

"Oh, nothing happened."

Skadi glanced at Comand who was smiling, and said so when he spoke, as if this mess did not exist at all.She went on to say: "Okay, have you got the information? We need to move fast..."

"Wait!" The boss finally stopped in Bengbu, "Miss Skadi, this is your—"

"Partner," Skadi said quietly, causing her boss to look at her in surprise.

Comand was very curious: "You are quite famous here."

The boss looked aggrieved: "You are so young, you can easily beat the whole team to pieces, and you can demolish my place... This friend from Atlas, I... ....”

"I'll pay you back." When Comand spoke, he suddenly remembered an archaeologist who had trouble with spells. "My lord, Comand, just ask any Atlas personnel and unit for compensation... huh?"

Before the words fell, explosions sounded one after another. This tavern could only be regarded as a shack.Now the air wave generated by the explosion forcefully blew away the ceiling of the tavern, and the two outer walls also collapsed in the shock.

The smoke and sand from the explosion covered the sky, and the entire camp was shrouded in khaki haze under the night, and there were violent coughing sounds from time to time.There are bursts of shouts like chickens and dogs jumping outside:

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

"I'm going, the outer wall of the camp has been blasted!"

"Where's the sentry tower! Where's the person on duty who got the money today!"

"The sentry tower is gone!"