Longmen Memoirs

"I'll go now."

"be careful."

Tallulah watched the warrior leave. She turned back and looked at the simple map spread out on the wooden board, connecting Kentara and the small city in a line, and then looked towards a wilderness in the northeast.

Counting the time, Frost Star and the Snow Monsters should have already contacted the local gathering place for infected people.

Tallulah opened the phone book and ran her fingers across the yellowed pages. Many familiar names were missing from it. Maybe in the future, after she went south, there would be even fewer names.

Food, population, resources and time for development, everything is crucial, but everything is difficult for them to obtain.

What will happen tomorrow?

In fact, no one can tell clearly.

Chapter 84 The ideal integration movement and the infected

April 7

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There is a medium-sized infected picket camp three kilometers away from Brashvito. It is the largest picket camp in the entire area nearby. There are about two companies of picket members who take turns to patrol and patrol, and several picket officers.

The relationship between the black bugs and the city garrison has never been very good. On the one hand, these black bugs have a good reputation. On the other hand, they belong to the servants of the Ursus regular army in the late period of the Great Revolution. Their status is roughly the same as that of the military police who maintain urban security. But the military police have the establishment of local lords, but these black bugs have nothing.

Officers and soldiers who are not favored by the empire will be organized into pickets to search for infected people. This is a thankless job. The only advantage is that they can extort some pitiful money from humble farmers and civilians who are unable to resist them. , or to show off the prestige of an official in front of small landowners who do not have the protection of big slave owners and capital aristocrats. Generally speaking, in this case, you can get more or less benefits.

All in all, this group of gangsters, villains, and soldiers formed during the Great Revolution were extremely unpopular no matter where they were, except for dealing with infected people who had nothing to lose.

The corruption of the pickets is foreseeable, after all, their foundation is very bad.

But this does not mean that the picket team is a position that no one is willing to accept. On the contrary, for the unambitious conscripts, the picket team is the most ideal position. They do not have to worry about losing their lives on the battlefield at any time. , and they can also show off their prestige. For conscripts with peasant origins, the picket team is the easiest way to get in touch with and the easiest way to achieve their ideal of advancement.

Squeezing some money out of civilian pockets, they don't have to undergo arduous and rigorous training, and they don't have to use these few methods to deal with infected people.

The infected basically had no courage to resist these pickets wearing Ursus military skins, which also allowed them to roam the wilderness countryside for a while, becoming the black gendarmes feared by everyone in the wilderness.

But the situation at this time is exactly the opposite.

The usually idle defense of the station was riddled with holes. Even the pickets probably didn't expect that an infected person would dare to attack their station.

In most cases, the infected people go to great lengths to avoid them, so in the eyes of the pickets, the infected people are just a bunch of rats running around.

They upheld the honor of the empire to clean up this group of infected people who were of no value to the empire, without feeling guilty or feeling that they were doing evil.

Whether it is to execute the infected on the snow in the wilderness, or to hang them on branches as punishment, watch them struggle until they die, like rags, waiting to rot.

This is basically Ursus' only attitude towards infected people.

So when the laxly defended picket station was raided by a group of infected people of unknown origin, they even forgot to send a distress signal to Brashvito.

Chen Mo only has two dozen infected people under his command, including himself, and there are two teams in total, but this time is different from the past.

When he first attacked the picket camp for food on the migration route, he didn't know much about this group of infected warriors. They had few weapons in their hands and had no tactical training. They were basically unable to form an effective fighting force. At that time, the main force of the team was not Not in the migration team.

But now, they already have pretty good weapons in their hands, and they are also wearing protective gear that is far lighter and better defensive than the pickets. Basically, these soldiers who had fought with Tallulah as the advance team going south Each of them has experienced battles, especially after accepting the team's cooperative thinking. Compared with the picket members who have been slacking for a long time in panic, most of them can cooperate in twos and two to coordinate the attack.

The situation should have been the opposite. No matter how poorly trained the pickets were, compared to the infected, they had at least received formal training from the Imperial Army and knew how to coordinate an attack. However, the reality was exactly the opposite.

The closer you get to the south, the worse the combat level of the picket team is. It is better in the snowfield, probably because there are many infected people hiding in the snowfield, and the presence of guerrillas can let these picket team members know that they need to save their lives. Gotta train hard.

But for the comrades on the road near the south, perhaps it is because most of the infected people in the south are hiding in the city, and most of the regular legions and troops of the Ursus Empire are stationed in the south, so this group is not welcome but it is nothing. The crisis-conscious pickets began to live a ruined life.

Chen Mo hopes that this attack by the infected will create some memories for the pickets here, provided that they can survive.

But for now, very few pickets will survive.

Compared with the Ursus army, what the infected people feared and hated most was undoubtedly this group of black-clothed insects, so there was no hesitation in the swords in their hands. Fortunately, they did not torture these defeated pickets.

But in the end, Chen Mo couldn't help but see the Usas picket members who were hanged by the soldiers at the gate of the station.

No prisoners.

Of course there are no prisoners, just like the pickets don't take prisoners of infected people.

When Kahn came to Chen Mo with a bloody face and a long knife dripping blood, the excited hatred on his face had not completely subsided.

"ended?"

"Yes, all the enemies in the station have been eliminated. A picket officer was found hiding in the cellar by the soldiers. He confessed that there were two teams in the station patrolling outside and did not return."

"Wipe the blood from your face first, your knife is still bleeding."

Upon hearing this, Kahn casually wiped the blood on Cha's face with his cuff. After wiping his face, he took out a black cloth from his bag, which looked like the corner of a certain flag, and carefully wiped off the blood on the knife.

"Do you want to see the picket officer, Mr. Chen?" he asked again.

"No, give him some dignity and let the soldiers collect useful supplies as soon as possible."

Perhaps thinking of the photo he saw when he led an infected person to attack the picket camp for the first time, Chen Mo added the second half of the sentence.

Kahn was about to turn around when he heard this, but Chen Mo stopped him again.

"and many more."

Kahn turned around and Chen Mo pointed at the body hanging at the door of the station.

"Let the soldiers put down those bodies." He said, and explained: "I don't want us to be treated in the same way that day. Give them some respect, even if they are enemies."

"Those are enemies, Mr. Chen. Even if we don't do this, they will retaliate against us in the same way. We are just retaliating in kind."

"I know you are angry, but this is the bottom line, Kahn. At least we are different from these pickets."

"Alas... you are still too kind, Mr. Chen."

Kahn still wanted to refute, but in the end he had no choice but to answer. Soon after, he led the soldiers to remove the corpses.

Chen Mo didn't think he was too kind.

This cannot be regarded as good intentions. Any small actions can slowly form the soul of a team. Maybe this ethereal thing is difficult to see with the eyes, but it does exist.

There was not a single living person left in the captured garrison. The corpses were gathered in the center of the garrison, and then a fire was set. By tomorrow morning, there would be nothing left in this garrison except ruins.

The infected did not think there was anything wrong with this. They seized several usable cars and two old-fashioned trucks, which made the way back much faster. Weapons, food and the most scarce useful materials collected from the station were The refined source stones of energy were piled in the truck, including some cheap and rough gold and silver ornaments, with black blood stains that could not be wiped off. Neither Chen Mo nor the soldiers wanted to think about where these things came from.

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The car lights pierced the gloomy night, and the soldiers' conversations were accompanied by the bumps in the car.

"Red and the others must not have imagined that we actually did such a big thing. Mr. Chen, before you came, I never thought that in just a few months, we would be able to chase after more pickets than us. This This time I even took away their old home.”

"That's because the pickets here aren't that strong."

"That being said, it seems that the pickets on the snowfield are much more difficult to deal with than the ones here, but we are different. We now have weapons and have learned how to fight. I guess even the pickets on the snowfield are different. Those black bugs are no match for us now."

Kahn said, with some emotion: "If this were a year ago, no matter who told me that we could defeat the pickets as easily as we do now, I would definitely not believe it. If it could be the same as now, So many brothers will die, and everyone will not leave the team."

"It will be better in the future."

"Actually, Tallulah said this before, but to be honest, no one really believed it. Instead, they were chased here and there by the pickets. If it weren't for the guerrillas and the old patriots, I think everyone would have dispersed long ago. ." He said, and quickly glanced at Chen Mo: "I'm not saying that the leader didn't do a good job, it's just... Well, we don't know how to describe it, it's like everyone thought there would be meat for dinner today, but they happily revealed that When I opened the lid of the pot, I found bark boiling inside.”

Chen Mo did not answer, and Kahn also felt that it was not a good idea to talk about this now.

"You don't look very happy, Mr. Chen."

"Ok?"

"Did I say something wrong? If you say it directly, I will definitely change it. Anyway, no matter what you say now, I believe you."

Chen Mo smiled.

"Don't think too much, I'm just wondering how many soldiers in the camp have the same idea as you, thinking that the Ursus army is easy to deal with." Chen Mo said: "But you have to know, Kahn, the pickets are in Ursus. Sri Lanka's military system is not even considered a combat force. Not to mention the Ursus army, even some relatively large-scale mobile city guards are much stronger than pickets. They have better weapons and artillery in their hands. Battleships, huge supply lines, engineering, demolition, repairs, not to mention the elite Ursus troops, they are the opponents we really need to face in the future."

"Listening to what you said, oh, I suddenly thought it would be great if we could have a mobile city now, or even a battleship."

"If someone gave me a battleship or a city now, I would rather exchange it for some food and equipment."

"Why? Wouldn't it be better if there was a city for infected people?"

"Okay, okay, but can we drive it? Kahn." Chen Mo asked: "We can't guarantee and maintain the normal operation of an entire city, nor can we operate a warship to fight normally, because we don't understand these. We don’t have the workers, factories and technology to maintain these, so we have to go south to the industrial towns in Ursus in the south to find and contact infected people and workers who have technology. We still need to learn and keep learning. , until one day we understand how to maintain the operation of a mobile city and build our own factories. At that time, we can truly have a city that belongs to us infected people."

Kahn didn't understand.

But his intuition told him that what Chen Mo said was correct. At least compared to Tallulah, his words were easier to understand. In fact, it wasn't that Tallulah didn't understand what he said, but that there was something aristocratic about her. , although she has been restraining these, the education a person receives will affect him from beginning to end.

But Chen Mo is different.

He never went to school or read a book. He spent his youth in Black Steel, and then came into contact with all kinds of people. Because of his caution and mission as a mercenary, he was able to see many people and things on this land. , and later Kazdaele was not so much a country as a group of lands that were not much different from the infected.

Therefore, Chen Mo, who grew up in this land, naturally has too much of a market atmosphere.

"Can't understand?"

"I know you are right, but I can't think of this. Mr. Chen, you are much smarter than me. Let you smart people figure this out. Anyway, I only know that I will do whatever you ask me to do." What."

"I'm not a smart person." Chen Mo said.

"If the leader had said this before... Even if she said this, I think everyone still wouldn't believe it, but I know it's not the leader's fault."

"It must be nice of you to think of her that way."

"Speaking of which, you have always had a good relationship with the leader. I have been in the camp for a year, and I have never seen the leader care so much about anyone. But if it were me, I would definitely want to have a good relationship with you, Chen You know a lot, sir, and you say things that sound right to us all.”

Chen Mo glanced at him sideways, and Kahn looked guiltily at the road in front of the car.

"Concentrate on driving and stop flattering."

"Okay." He replied hurriedly, feeling relieved, but within a few seconds he couldn't help but say: "I heard everyone say privately that you and the leader..."

Chen Mo coughed a few times, and Kahn hurriedly closed his mouth knowingly. Perhaps because he was still a little excited in his heart, he couldn't calm down and glanced at the two weapons Chen Mo had inserted next to the car door.

"Speaking of which, I have never seen you fight, Mr. Chen. You have always been commanding us."

"I'm not very good at fighting."

"You also carry two weapons."

"Just pretending." Chen Mo put his hand on the sheath: "If you saw me fighting with these two swords that day, it can only mean one thing."

"what's up?"

"You all sacrificed, so it's my turn."

"But the leader often fights with everyone. Every time the leader appears on the battlefield, everyone will be more confident."

"That's because Tallulah is the leader, because she can't sit back and watch you fight while she shrinks back."

"Is not it good?"

"I can't say it's bad, but this is not what a leader should do, Kahn. A true leader should not put himself in front of a dangerous battlefield. If something happens to her, you will lose your command and you will not be able to attack yourself. Broken, if the enemy defeats her, how much confidence do you have left to fight?" Chen Mo said, and added: "But she is Tallulah, she is your leader, so she can't watch you die, and herself Stay safe, she wants you to live more, and maybe to her, she doesn’t feel like she’s your leader.”

Chen Mo didn't say any more, because he knew that one day, the names of the infected soldiers would gradually turn into cold numbers that kept increasing and decreasing. The only way to measure their existence was the names on the death list. Names that people cannot seriously recognize and remember.

Tallulah is not ruthless enough, and people who are not ruthless enough have never been able to achieve great things, and whenever their team grows, this decision will be placed in front of Tallulah faster.

But for ideals to eventually become reality, a price must be paid, and every step of the struggle is accompanied by blood and loss.

Chapter 85 That happened on the way south a few years ago

Brasvito East Factory Street

Spells and battles collided fiercely. The long knife in the hands of the infected warriors was surrounded by flames. The hot fire illuminated the rubble and cut steel frames in the industrial area. The rocks and steel frame ruins also reflected the bright flames.

Not far away were low buildings in the industrial zone. At night in the small town, the security forces stationed here were blocked by the infected.

"Red, we're here to support you."

When Aurora led her team through the smoke and dust to come for support, the defense line formed by the infected warriors was almost on the verge of collapse. Even Reid, the captain, could no longer use spells.

The squad of crossbowmen bought Red's team some breathing time.

"You guys arrived just in time, Aurora. Have the infected people on the leader's side been rescued?"

At the corner where the street collapsed, Aurora found Red's figure.

"The soldiers are taking them away from the underground passage in the city."

"Then lead them."

"The leader has stopped the main guard force in the city. You are the last group here. We are here to help you evacuate."

"……Great."