The ideal ark in terra

"The name of this village is Borodino, and it's a good place, Doctor, and a great battle broke out 100 years ago. Mostima pointed to the place, as if she had personally experienced the war.

"At that time the place was still an artillery position, and the artillerymen there laughed at the infantry platoon that had been hit by the shells. At that time, the army of Gaul was pushed up from both sides like a tidal wave, and in that position was where the commander of Ursas had breakfast. Mostima was there to speak.

After a few days of traveling, I couldn't help but look at it here.

Now there is not even a single shrednel of an artillery shell to be found in this place, and if it were not for the story of later generations, it is difficult to imagine that this place was once a bloody battlefield.

"Where was the Emperor of Gaul?" I asked, looking at Mostima

, "in that village in the distance?" "No, that village was still in Ursas on the day the battle broke out." The Emperor was in a range covered by artillery fire, and he remained very calm throughout, but I know that he was in a panic because he had driven away all the people who had given him lunch and good morning. Mostima couldn't help but laugh when he said this.

"In the end, the army that the emperor had worked hard to cultivate for more than ten years was completely wiped out in more than a year, and it was not the army of the sleepy old man who killed them, but the cold weather and the common people who were hiding.

They couldn't find food or quilts, so they froze to death and starved to death on the land. This is the story of Ursas in the past, and it is a success that they are proud of until now. "

Fiametta wasn't interested in that history at all, she just cared when the damn engine was going to be fixed.

"Well, but on second thought, Doctor, don't you think it's pathetic? They haven't won a single battle in more than a hundred years. Lost to Victoria, lost to Letania, lost to Casimir, lost to Eastland... Besides, isn't it called losing to Sammy?" said Mostima, looking at the key of time and space in his hand, "If I have the ability to predict the future, then I must predict this matter - when will Ursus win the next war?" "

It will not be long before and several great powers will be won at once, do you believe it?" I said, throwing the broken parts on the land.

"The country is a big truck, and after the Chernobog incident, the machine of the country has begun to be replaced, and soon after, it is a brand new big truck. "

Don't be a big truck, we can't do anything about this little car!" Fiametta, who couldn't stand the car repair, roared angrily.

A few hours later, Mostima and I bought new car parts at a nearby car factory and installed them.

"Are Ursa's car parts reliable?" Fiametta said with some concern.

"Rest assured, Ursas does not have the capacity to produce its own auto parts, almost all of which are imported from Victoria or Letania. I said.

Sitting in the car, Mostima smiled and said, "Isn't this the reason why we can't win a war for more than a hundred years?"

"I started the car and we moved on.

"I'm a Lateran traveler, and some people call us messengers or missionaries, but now Lateran is too weak to have any weight in the game between the great powers, so that the last time we held a summit of nations, none of the big powers in Terra sent a formal delegation, and even Casimir, a country that was not an empire, only took a civilian delegation. Mostima said while chatting and complaining about his treatment.

"In other words, my lovely Miss Phoenix here has been following you for 24 hours because of your pair of horns like Sakaz.

"Well, that's okay if you understand that.

"I don't allow you to say that the Universal Messenger and the Universal Summit, which are the efforts of Lateran and Sakota to promote peace and freedom in the world of Terra, and should not be easily overshadowed by such language. "Fiametta itself is not Sakota, but they are more committed than anyone else, because they are Liboli.

"Navigator of the Mist, have you ever been to Iberia?" I said, imitating Mostima and giving the little turkey a nickname.

"Don't you give me that weird title?!Hmph, forget it, it's useless to say it anyway, I've been to Iberia, but I'm not an Iberian, ah! Why do people on the other side of the continent always take it for granted that Ripoli must be an Iberian!?" Fiametta's mouth was like a switch turned on, and she kept thinking about it.

"By the way, there is a Sakota on my island who is particularly nice to me, and I would like to ask you about her. I continued, "Her title is Angel Noh, and she's an employee of Penguin Logistics..."

Mostima said this, sticking out her tongue at me with some smugness.

"Ah, is it?, what does it mean that she called me righteous before I left?" I said, looking at a broken mountain fort in the distance.

The stones scorched by the flames were scattered on the ground, and the snowflakes and ice crystals reflected the pitch-black color, and the stones that seemed to absorb the cold looked majestic and domineering above the shallow layer of snow.

That means that you are a person who can be trusted with faith and life, and it is not easy to get such a high evaluation. Mostima said calmly.

"I don't remember what I did to him to make that kid fall in love with him. "

Well, Doctor, you're such an interesting man. In

the time that followed, Mostima told me about her travels over the past few years and her tips on getting rid of tracking.

And I told her in a serious way, how I was caught by the black snake, how I was abused, and how I escaped from her.

In contrast, the little phoenix who was driving was not so happy, "Hey, can you two consider my feelings? I'm tired from driving here, can you provide me with a quieter environment?!"

In the great plains of eastern Ursas in winter and spring, the past is either muddy or a shallow layer of frost after the snowflakes melt, and occasionally brown hairy voles roll there, but more often are herdsmen. In the villages we passed, soldiers were often stationed with their rations to the old peasants' homes to refill their meals.

A few soldiers and the villagers were together, and they finished their meal, and we had no way of seeing the after-dinner life of the village where we were eating, but what we could do was to drive to the next village, because the people of that village had already finished their meal, and were happily playing musical instruments and singing their folk songs.

[Why is our birch tree so noisy?

The white and straight trunk understands more than anything else

, we men, women and children lean on the trunk

, and the leaves fall to the ground sadly, this may be

our life, we experience the unique happiness of life

, and the leaves fly sadly

and soothe the hearts of our family].

When I set up my tent for the night, I opened my backpack, and there was a snack that Blue Poison and Angelina had prepared for me, and they made it clear to me before I left that it was for me and that they wanted me not to give it to anyone else.

But I forgot to remind them that these snacks were not suitable for keeping, and that they would be spoiled in a few days, so I had no choice but to take them out and share them.

"Ah, no, do you want to get closer to me in this way? Without that necessary affection, money and even love are dispensable things for me, and of course, you have no problem if you want to experience it. Mostima took a sip of the blueberry cake and said, "Keep it in the freezer."

"For the small ones, you can only put two small cakes stacked on top of each other.

"No wonder the cream of this cake is mixed with other things, although it doesn't affect the taste. "

Won't you eat it?" I cut a large piece and told Little Phoenix, but she refused.

"I don't need to, what if you have sleeping pills in this cake and she runs away after I eat it?" Fiametta said, and another person went there to nibble on dry food.

"Have you ever been on the battlefield and fought?"

"I've fought some bandits and illegal local armed forces, but you haven't fought the kind of battle of hundreds of thousands of people in Babel." "But I've seen the battlefields of the great battles, and the corpses are left on the beach like fish and shrimp after the tide has gone down."

They didn't lie there quietly, and every now and then a shell would blow up their corpses into chopped pork. No one could recognize who it was, so they had to put a tombstone together with the burial.

"There will be many more battles like this in the future, because fierce contradictions are brewing, and in this war, no country can be left alone, and the Rutland is the same, will you choose to go to war when the time comes?" I said, lighting a cigarette.

"No, I'm not going to fight in those meaningless wars, and even if you can name 10,000 reasons, Doctor, it's unlikely to change my mind. Mostima shoved a large piece of cake into his mouth, enjoying it and munching on it.

"Hmph, if the Lateran is invaded one day, then I will definitely fight with those people. Fiametta pulled the weapon up and said with determination.

There was a sentence that I kept in my heart and didn't want to say.

What would happen if one day the people of Terra found that they didn't need the Pope anymore and took up arms against him?]

"The level of civilization in the Terra region varies greatly, and a unified approach will certainly not work. "I silently snuffed out the cigarette butt I had just lit, and now was not the time to smoke.

"How far are we from Casimir?"

"It's probably going to be ten days, let's go to Podlache to find the business federation there, and then why don't we go to the Knights' Arena to watch the game and relax?" Fiameta asked carefully.

"It's really emotional that Emperor Bonaparte took him a few months to complete the road that took us so little time. "Mostima is now remembering something.

"I didn't expect it to be more than 100 years old. "

————

" Not all of the soldiers who surrendered on Ursa's side liked the life of the Yan Country, and many of them were currently under the jurisdiction of your Rhodes Island. Kelsey received a phone call at this time.

"So what do you want to do with it?"

"Make a bid, I'll buy it, and it will also save your company some trouble." "There was something hoarse about the voice on the other end of the phone.

"Why should I listen to you

?" "One I pay 1 million Colombian dollars, do you trade?"

"Less. Kelsey said.

"1.2 million one, no more.

"It's up to me to think about the specific way of trading, you can't participate.

"How do you know if I want a man or a life?"

"You should know where I spend this money normally, so do you have room to bargain with me? Kelsey said in a non-warm voice.

[This soup of Lentinium has been boiled

, you are not the pot, not the water in it

, not the burning firewood, not

the fire itself

, and I am the one who controls the flame

and boils the water, you are just a lion ready to be boiled]

"So are you ready to catch the lion and cook the soup now?" The other side of the phone did not panic in the slightest after hearing such obvious threatening words.

"What if it's not?" said Kelsey.

"Then I have to wish you a happy hunting, you can send it back as soon as possible, we still have a lot of room for cooperation in the future, if we break up now, it will not be good for us." With that, he hung up.

A few hours later, in an underground money bank in the Longmen of Yanguo, a group of outlaws were packing their things and preparing for the next mission.

A black box with a drawing of a lynx to be sent to Lentinium in Victoria was tightly tied, and all the members of the gang knew what the meaning behind the sign was.

Thousands of kilometers away, the owner of a toy manufacturer is inviting his friends in the Navy to fish.

The sudden and urgent telephone call interrupted the lively atmosphere of the factory director.

[Miss Nozomi, yes, everything is going according to plan. 】