The Riddler Get Out of Terra

"You're happy, Yelena."

The patriot looked at his adopted daughter and spoke coherently.

"Because some old guy can lie down and come to see a doctor. He doesn't have to go out to stay awake at night, and he can lie down and rest. I'm happy."

Froststar held Patriot's hand tighter, and White Rabbit almost pulled out veins on her beautiful arm, but to the pure-blooded Wendi Gobo Dracula, this gnashed complaint was almost like a daughter acting coquettishly.

Hearing that Frost Star had returned to his stubborn and cold state, Patriot sighed with regret:

"I'm just a little tired. Wendigo doesn't need a deep sleep. Fighting is the destination of pure blood."

"So it's like this every day? Broken bones grow wildly and become deformed, muscles are dissolved and repaired several times, and there are twitches caused by spasms. The organs are extremely burdened, and there are problems with the heart, lungs, and kidneys?"

Shuangxing asked a series of questions, his tone getting colder and colder. White Rabbit's ears straightened up, his chest heaved, and his dissatisfaction with the old thing became more and more intense.

But what else could she do?

There is no warmth in the tundra, and death is not something that needs to be feared for the lives that struggle to survive on the tundra.

Just as survival here means suffering, death may not have meant sweet rest.

But White Rabbit didn't like it. She had already looked away, but now she didn't want to look away.

"……Feel sorry."

The Patriots eventually apologized:

"A day on the tundra is a day. I have given the remaining days here. It doesn't matter whether they are long or short."

"And then it's like this?"

White Rabbit raised his forehead, finally revealing his eyes shining under the light. Shuangxing had no tears, because her body temperature would only make the water in her eyes condense into ice. In the end, nothing could be left except pain.

But now that the girl had taken back the right to cry, Custer didn't say a word, or in other words, she knew that the words she spoke could not gain normal power in the tundra, so Froststar shed tears and stared at the Patriot. Not sent.

"How are you doing here? It's only been two days since I heard from you..."

Finally, Wendigo couldn't bear the tears of his adopted daughter, and he turned around and asked.

"I just stayed here for two days. The first day was for treatment, the second day was with the militia for training, and then I came to see you."

The grown-up little Custer reported her experiences to the Patriot, from the wide multi-layered area underground of Base 36 to the strange rocks. Froststar explained everything she saw to the Patriot one by one, telling him two things. How much change can a day and time bring to a person's perspective.

"What else is needed for militia training?" the patriot asked. "They seem to already have their own exercise methods and training methods, and there is no need to add anything to it."

"because……"

“Because those methods are just to maintain body flexibility. If you want to increase your strength and strengthen your limbs, you need more reasonable exercise methods.

Moreover, their understanding of the application of weapons is simply messed up. Putting aside the Origin Stone skills, the Warlocks don't even understand how to adjust the power of the magic light ball. How can they be regarded as having their own way? "

A clear voice sounded again, followed by a nose-grabbing aroma of food. The Patriot subconsciously looked over and saw the figure of Tartarus standing in the darkness outside the door holding a plate of dinner.

He entered the room with the cold night breeze brought by the open door. His thin body carried an astonishing aura. He was clearly less than 1.8 meters tall, but when Tartarus walked into the room, his presence filled every room all the time. An inch of space.

Some people will know at the first sight that he is by no means an ordinary person. His achievements and greatness are waiting for him to put on armor and drive his mount to pick them up. Breaking through tears and crushing sorrow are not empty words, as long as he is here , tragedy always ends with hope.

——The patriot wakes up and observes the tower carefully

At first glance, Artalos was once again overwhelmed by his aura.

Confidence, determination, pride, and the strength that neither the Sakaz nor the Ursas can ignore, from soul to body, is ready to defeat the entire world.

He is really a powerful person.

These words once again echoed in the minds of the patriots.

He was about to get up, but Qiao Lun came over and stopped him.

The man's body was incredibly steady when he moved. The dinner plate filled with food remained motionless and steady in his hands. Even if she and he subdued the pure-blooded Wendigo with ease, Tartarus could still maintain graceful and smooth movements to place the plate on the ground. In front of the father and daughter.

"Animal meat porridge, nut bread, milk, and today's stew in the cafeteria. I hope you like it."

Qiao Lun casually picked up a whole piece of nut bread and put it in his mouth, and handed the next two to him. Without eating, he came to see the patriot Froststar and the weak Bozhuo Kasti after the treatment.

Chapter 87 The Ursus Army

People living in the snowfields have a very distinctive feature of eating:

They will bite down with all their strength, quickly feel the heat or coldness of the food with their mouths, and finally swallow it down their throats when the temperature is right.

The feedings of Bodracasti and Froststar fit this process perfectly.

After Qiao Lun ate a piece of bread, he stopped eating. Red Dragon went to the table to write and draw on a piece of white paper. The sound of the constant movement of the pen was so crisp that the teeth of Patriot and Frost Star collided.

The food in the canteen is all ready-made hot products, which taste soft and rich in calories. There is no comparison between the frozen dry food and the baked dry food cake.

But because of this, Froststar and Patriot habitually chew loudly.

Their teeth will definitely not get better when they get older.

Qiao Lun came to this conclusion without thinking, but soon laughed it off:

The ecological fullness of Frost Star and Patriot represents the current state of the wanderers in the tundra. They adhere to the attitude of "one day at a time as long as they can survive", and it is difficult for them to survive without problems with their teeth.

In particular, Frost Star and Patriot are both serious patients with Originium infection.

When the sound of chewing continued for a while, and Shuangxing forced his old father to drink a whole glass of milk with unusual force, the sound of the pen moving suddenly stopped.

Qiao Lun finished writing, walked over in seconds, took away the dinner plate that the father and daughter had eaten and put it on the table, and handed the two pieces of paper full of writing to them respectively.

"Plan to write the Militia Training Manual?"

Shuangxing looked at the clear writing outline written on the white paper from the preface to the end, and his eyebrows twitched:

"Although I can read and write, I haven't learned all the Ursus writings, and I can't write a long theory."

"This is a book for militiamen, not for scholars who invent a bunch of unfamiliar words and write reports in mobile cities. What it wants is that ordinary people can understand it and understand what to do."

Qiao Lun waved his hand: "And there will be a dedicated recorder to draw illustrations and polish, and I will review it again. It will be released only if there are no problems after piloting and full promotion, so just say it."

"Can anyone understand what I mean?" Shuangxing hesitated.

"As long as I can understand it, then the recorder must also be able to understand it."

Qiao Lun hinted with a smile.

"Ah!" Shuangxing's eyes lit up: "Is it a teacher this time?"

"Yes, although they are all clones, students have a holiday tomorrow and can do some basic labor to earn contributions. I will make time to find you."

The strange way of chatting between the two people made Patriot confused. He looked at Qiao Lun and then at Shuangxing. He really didn't understand what the relationship between "teacher" and "me" was, so he had to close his mouth and look at his hands. Copy the copied document using carbon paper.

? ! ! !

The ignorant Shuangxing was worried about whether he could do it well, and the knowledgeable Patriot was dumbfounded:

"What are you! Are you going to rebel?"

He looked at the clear general entries of "Protective Actions", "Combat Actions", and "Combat Service" on the outline, as well as the "Origin Stone Crude Bomb Manufacturing", "Incendiary Bomb Manufacturing" and other important items under the general entry. The way life is lived, it’s easy to notice something is wrong.

"Otherwise? Old man?" Qiao Lun asked back: "Did the infected suffer the current situation by themselves, or did ordinary people make conscious choices in their lives? None of these, right?"

"..."

It was not easy to convince Bozhuokasti. He just looked at Qiao Lun, then at Frost Star, and then sadly found that he was already deep in the mud and was not guaranteed for the rest of the year.

What can he do?Although his daughter said she wanted to wait for his opinion, seeing the lack of hesitation in White Rabbit's eyes, he knew that this girl, who had been stubborn since she was picked up by him, had already made her own choice.

What could Bodrokasti do?

He had already lost his son and didn't want to lose another daughter.

"What do you want to know? I can answer you."

The old father collapsed on the bed again and asked Qiao Lun.

"Before you leave, old man, what are the total number of legions and weapon ratios of Ursus? Which legion is the ace? What are their special weapons?"

Sure enough, Jolon began to inquire about the specific situation of Ursus' army with extremely malicious intentions.

"When I leave?"

Patriot turned his head and glanced at Qiao Lun:

"

The soldiers of Ursus are all over the mountains and plains, everywhere like snowflakes on the tundra. A dense swarm of drones protects the Harbinger, and the artillery attacks they attract will destroy all obstacles blocking the army. "

"Uh, um..."

Tartarus bit his lip, looking embarrassed. He hesitated to speak, but did not want to interrupt the veteran's glorious memories. He was quite scratching his head and head.

"what do you wish to ask?"

After all, patriots are not people who can't even read people's faces. Looking at Qiao Lun's troubled expression, Wendigo stopped decisively and asked Qiao Lun.

"I don't care that much about these adjectives." Qiao Lun said as tactfully as possible: "So can you tell me the approximate range of the quantity?"

"For example, how many people are there in the legions all over the mountains and plains?

What is the composition of their arms?What are the nail rates?Where is the weakness?

What types of drones are there?Is it the product of an industrial assembly line?Is there any influence from Warlock? "

"If you can, please give me as much data as possible. The word "many mountains and plains" is a bit ambiguous. I can't tell how much it is."

Patriot looked at Qiao Lun silently for a while, and then began to repeat in the way he needed:

"A legion starts with 8 people, including logistics, infantry, forwards, crossbowmen, stalkers, and warlocks. Splinters and drones are not counted. They are often bound to infantry and warlocks."

"For the most conservative reason, the legion will be divided into multiple combat units. Each unit has a strength of [-] people, an armor rate of more than [-]%, excellent crossbows, drones with backups, and the number of split beasts is always more than three times that of infantry. "

"In other words, if we collide with the Ursus Legion, not counting logistics, we will need to face a frontal attack of 5 to [-] people. How many soldiers of various types will there be?"

Qiao Lun asked next.

"There are many infantry, at least 2, and there are also many forwards, with a minimum of [-]. One of the hunters and warlocks is due to arrow production, and the other is difficult to cultivate. The number is not that large. Together, they barely exceed [-]."

The patriot said it honestly.

For some reason, when he abstracted these characters from the past into numbers, he found that they were no longer so scary. The mountains and plains turned into more than [-], and the sky and the sun turned into easy supplies and large numbers.

The pungent blood and smoke on the battlefield suddenly disappeared and turned into insignificant numbers.

But how can war be so easy?Those who do not personally go to the gallows of flesh and blood and the hotbed of death will not understand how terrible the support of thousands of people is, nor how easily the dangers of food disaster, epidemic and mutiny can arise.

——Isn’t this the reason why nobles who have never experienced war talk about the battle reports in a boastful manner?

Chapter 88 The Big Picture

"...Usus's troop configuration was like this before I left."

Bodrokas finished the narration, and Jolum gently took the fermented and sterilized milk from the pasture by doctor Tata in the middle of the narration, and poured a cup for the patriot from the jug.

"Sorry, the water pipes and power grid are both large-scale projects. Whether different bases need to be connected and how to deal with the emergency after the connection is still under discussion. The base only has snow water and milk."

Qiao Lun poured another cup for Frost Star. White Rabbit was listening with bright eyes to his father's description of the number of people and common tactics of Ursus' army. His ears were straightened and the scar on the bridge of his nose was slightly wrinkled because of the unoptimistic news. :

As Ursus used to rely on him to attack all sides of Terra, there is no doubt about the strength of the Ursus Army.

The Ursus people grew up in a world of ice and snow. Natural disasters were constant, crops were hard to come by, and the emperor and nobles repeatedly exploited and acted wantonly.

If there is no change, there will always be strong Ursus people who are not afraid of death to stand up and shout "I'd rather live". In the early stages of the Ursus Empire's ruling class overthrowing the Hippogriff dynasty, the rapidly corrupted top brass also had troubles with the bottom. of resistance.

Fortunately, hostility towards the infected has inexplicably spread across the continent of Terra - and who is most susceptible to infection?They can't be the nobles who never leave the house or take any steps outside, and pay extreme attention to protection even when they go out, right?

Therefore, relying on this trend of thought, the Ursus Empire happily divided the poor into two categories, one was the leeks lying on the ground waiting to be sucked by blood, and the other was the infected people who were swept into the garbage dump.

——Any protracted action must have a leader, and it only takes a little bit of misfortune for this person to be infected with ore disease, and then he can only be cast aside into the dust, and the traitors and careerists within can easily Take the opportunity to replace him.

And after replacement...

But this is not enough - the senior officials of Ursus cannot enjoy the luxury of the Victorians even in the ice and snow, so where will the expenses come from?

After suffering unspeakably, rounds of uprisings and revolts continued. Even if they fell to conspiracy and division, how could the poor obey obediently if they could not survive?

Finally, another wise man came up with a solution:

Go to Ursus to ask for land!

He carefully packaged how fertile and broad the soil outside Ursus was. He wanted to praise the land of the Yan Kingdom, which was much poorer than other countries, as a good soil that could give birth to thousands of sons, and the wealth of the Leitanians as a "gathering of thousands". A treasure in the world!

Of course, the young, beautiful, and enchanting girls of Sakaz are also waiting for the young men of Ursus to pursue!Not to mention the Victorians and Casimirians!

Don't you guys want to learn from those arrogant people?

Were wealth snatched from the hands of Victorian merchants?Don't the boys want those foul-faced stallions to submit?