Longmen Memoirs

"A family business that uses the lives of infected people as raw materials."

"Didn't you kill the city lord and his brother-in-law?"

Chen Mo asked. Tallulah stopped and turned back to look at him strangely. She had her left hand on her waist and a smile on her face.

"I thought, but I didn't wait until those two guys showed up."

Tallulah looked at him regretfully.

Chen Mo smiled. He thought Tallulah would not accept his humorless joke.

"There are still a few hours before dawn. After dawn, the situation here will definitely be reported to the garrisons in other places. It will be difficult for us to avoid subsequent raids with a group of ordinary infected people, and there will definitely be people on the way back. You will encounter pickets who are ordered to search for traces of infected people along the way.”

"Do you have any idea?"

"Food, we don't have enough food, and the retreat speed is too slow. My suggestion is to first send scouts to contact the guerrillas in the camp and ask them to come over and respond."

"I'm afraid it won't be in time, and once the search begins, the guerrillas will easily expose their whereabouts."

"So we still need people to divert Ursus' search force. We have just attacked a picket station. This news will be discovered soon. Ursus will think about whether the infected person who attacked the picket is related to the city. It has something to do with the infected people. If we take the vehicle and move quickly in other directions at this time, who do you think the commander of Ursus will think is the most valuable pursuit target."

Tallulah thought for a few seconds before answering.

"If I were the commander of Ursus, I would probably focus on that convoy. The convoy moves quickly and is easier to escape from the search circle than the hidden infected. If I were the enemy's commander, I would also The convoys will be chosen first, and the remaining infected can spend their time surrounding them.”

Chen Mo added: "Besides, this group of Usas may not necessarily pay attention to these infected people, and whether they are infected in the convoy or elsewhere, it is a merit for them, especially the convoy, regardless of whether they are the main culprits, as long as there are The vehicle is enough to prove that this group of infected people are the main culprits, and it is also enough to explain to the superiors."

"You seem to understand this very well?"

"Just put yourself in their shoes." Chen Mo explained: "They may not be willing to go to great lengths to find a group of hidden infected people, but they are probably happy to chase a group of conspicuous targets."

"In this case, without further ado, I will lead the convoy and soldiers to lure away the enemy, and you will lead the infected here to find a way to join the guerrillas in the camp."

"No." Chen Mo interrupted Tallulah. "You have to stay, Tallulah, you are the leader. Acting as bait is never the job of a leader."

"I……"

"I'm not discussing with you, I'm reporting to you the actions I will take next. Since you have brought this group of infected people out of the city, you must fulfill your promise to them and bring them back safely. Camp.”

Chen Mo said, Tallulah looked at him, and he reached out his hand to wipe the dust on the girl's cheek.

"Besides, everything has two sides to consider. If Ursus gives up chasing us, you will be the most dangerous."

"That's what I say, but I'm not as easy to fool as you think."

"I know, I always knew, I just wanted to make you feel at ease."

"..."

Tallulah held his hand, and she stared into Chen Mo's eyes.

"I'll wait for you to come back at the camp." She asked seriously.

"See you at camp."

She let go of her hand and Chen Mo turned around.

"See you at the camp, Little Tower."

Chapter 86 A long way to go...

In people's eyes, Chen Mo is an approachable person with no temper. Maybe he is kind and smart, and knows more than most infected people, so everyone admires him.

He doesn't feel that he is kind or smart, nor does he feel that he is any more noble than the infected. He is the same as this group of people. The only difference is that maybe he is stubborn to a certain extent and is far more noble than these people. He is much stupider in people's eyes.

The convoy was unable to stop for repairs.

Within half an hour, Kahn led the infected soldiers to move the weapons and supplies from the vehicle and the bodies of the sacrificed soldiers. They hurriedly replenished food and water, leaving behind the wounded who were too seriously injured to continue fighting, and took advantage of the opportunity. The night left the quarry where the infected were.

Red was left behind. Although he repeatedly emphasized that his injuries would not affect the battle, his request was not approved. The convoy only took away the remaining homemade explosives in their team and the stones that replaced the original supplies on the vehicle. piece.

This left clear indentations on the ground from the wheels. No one would doubt whether these vehicles were filled with good goods that the daring infected people had snatched from the city. Otherwise, why would they dare to attack the city.

Red, who was left behind, could only watch the convoy go away. After Kahn watched them leave with a straight face and a bit of gloating smile, the soldiers cleaned up the traces left by the convoy on the ground.

This trip may be the last time with some of these soldiers. They have made all the preparations they can, and they have to sacrifice the soldiers just to bring the infected people out of the city behind them. s life.

Is it worth it?

Reid didn't know. He didn't know if it was worth exchanging the lives of familiar soldiers and friends for the lives of a group of strangers, but he knew that it was worth it in the eyes of the leader. He also knew that if it wasn't worth it, then they Everything you do now is meaningless.

He is a warrior, an infected warrior. What he should consider is how to fight, how to protect his comrades on the battlefield, and how to defeat the enemy.

He is not a commander, and he does not need to consider gains and losses.

But Chen Mo couldn't do it. Chen Mo was the commander, and as a commander, all he had to consider was winning by any means necessary. Under this premise, he should try to keep as many soldiers alive as possible.

If he only considers the latter and only lets the soldiers survive, then the battle will be meaningless from the beginning. Then maybe they should choose to surrender from the beginning. Only victory is the only and best thing for the victims and the survivors. comfort.

Chen Mo has always understood this truth.

He understands that a qualified commander will not be a gentle person in the eyes of others. He understands that the real value of a war is only the outcome for the winner. He understands that sometimes he must give a certain order, And this order would inevitably take the lives of the warriors and friends he once knew.

He had to bear these costs, bear everything he had caused with his own hands, and face the condemnation born from this in his heart.

He may not care about other people's eyes and words towards him, but he cannot ignore the remaining conscience in his heart. If even the last bit of conscience is gone, he doesn't know what he will become.

Even if it was just for himself in Chen's eyes, he had to hold on to his final bottom line.

April 7

For three days in a row, the convoy headed southeast without daring to make any stops on the road. They deliberately passed through patrol areas where pickets were present, and led a large group of pursuing troops around in the vast wilderness.

They hardly dare to have any free time to rest. They only have a few minutes each time to meet their physiological needs. They don't care about their whereabouts being exposed. In fact, they have no direction at all. They are like rabbits scurrying in the wasteland. The net is too big. , and it is difficult for them to be easily surrounded with vehicles.

In this aspect, Chen Mo, a former Black Steel mercenary, was much more familiar with them than Ursus's pursuit force, which was temporarily formed and completely unable to cooperate with all parties.

Just as Chen Mo expected, Ursus did not take this group of infected people seriously. A group of infected people would not cause the huge imperial army to mobilize troops. The arrogance of the Ursus Empire could not be easily removed in a day or two. As is customary, they just asked their third-line troops to combine with local pickets and police forces from cities along the way to form a temporary force to exterminate infected people.

There isn't much to gain from this, and when infected people lurk, it becomes a thankless job. They don't want to brave the sun and rain to play hide-and-seek with a group of infected people in the wilderness. Even if they were lucky enough to catch the group of infected people who dared to attack the city and the picket station, they would not get any benefits from a group of infected people.

If they were the elite soldiers of the empire's front-line troops, they might have this kind of fighting will and spirit, but a group of infected people couldn't work enough for the front-line troops to go out.

No one would be willing to do such a thing. Not arresting a group of peasants for killing good people and taking credit for serving the Empire was the last conscience and respect of the commanders of the Ursus third-line team for the Imperial Military Police.

But they still had to satisfy the Imperial Council, fulfill the orders issued by His Majesty the Emperor, and make them look like they were not a bunch of good-for-nothing losers, so that a group of infected people who were thought to be escaping and making a big show of their convoy became the best target in their eyes. .

Chen Mo doesn't like to play this kind of chasing game with the Ursas people, because in this game, they are the weak side. If the Ursas people bite their tail, what awaits them will be cruel. ending.

"Where are we now?"

The convoy stopped in a rugged valley, coming from the plains, and lost another car after the original car broke down.

The soldiers rested alternately, and the bumpy and hurried journey made everyone's faces look exhausted.

Kahn was a little confused, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

Looking at his appearance, Chen Mo had no idea what to blame.

"Stop the convoy, we need to figure out where we are."

The map was unfolded on the ground. Compared with the local terrain, the soldiers began to speculate on their current location. Chen Mo was not familiar with the terrain of Ursus, and most of the infected soldiers lived in the north. They had never been to the south. , let alone the terrain in the south, they can't even name a few cities.

It would be great if Tallulah was here now, Chen Mo thought. If Tallulah was here, based on her understanding of Ursus, she would be able to guess their current location.

Unfortunately, they lost their bearings.

"I think we should have arrived at Ustige now." Chen Mo said: "Going south from here is Kazan, the hometown of the Old Golden Horde. Going further east will reach Solikamsk."

He basically opened his mouth and told the direction that even he himself could not determine, but the soldiers basically did not doubt the authenticity of his words.

On the one hand, the soldiers couldn't be sure, on the other hand, most of the soldiers trusted him.

"We can't continue walking. If we go further down, we will enter the real defense line of the Ursus Southern Army. If we are unlucky enough to encounter the Ursus army station, it will be difficult to successfully break through in our current situation."

Chen Mo put away the map.

They did not board the car anymore. There was not much fuel left in the car. The soldiers buried the soil explosives they carried near the car. The car drove into the woods. They cleaned up the traces left on the road and put up camouflage. They did a great job. Well, the only thing missing is the possibility of losing track marks from the car on a stretch of road ahead.

Probably in the eyes of Ursus' pursuing soldiers, they would become a group of infected people who only care about their heads and tails and only play clever tricks.

Chen Mo didn't care about this.

Kahn was a little reluctant to part with those cars.

"It's all set up, no obvious flaws left, right?"

"Yes, the soldiers have buried explosives, connected to the engine and fuel tank, enough for the Ursus brats behind."

"Why do you look so reluctant to leave?"

"Well, to be honest, Mr. Chen, I really can't bear to part with those vehicles. They are all still in good condition. The vehicles we finally got from the picket station were put in again after only a few days of use."

He looked back at the bushes where the vehicles were hidden, watching the soldiers come out and carefully clean up the traces they left. Kahn was dejected as he couldn't see the several hidden vehicles.

"Since you are so reluctant to leave, why don't you stay with them?" Chen Mo asked.

"Stop joking." Kahn shook his head hurriedly.

"I'm not stupid."

"As long as you are not stupid, don't think about it. There is not enough fuel in the car. Even if it is enough, we can't take these cars back. Compared with these broken cars, as long as the soldiers are still alive, we can seize them from Ursus. Once, we can seize it a second time and let the soldiers gather immediately. We don’t have time to delay here anymore. We have to walk back on our own the rest of the way."

"Yes."

It is unknown whether Tallulah and the others successfully joined the guerrillas with the infected, or whether they encountered other obstacles on the way.

Chen Mo couldn't help but think as he looked at Kahn's back as he gathered the soldiers.

He shook his head to clear away the messy thoughts in his mind, but he couldn't help but cover his mouth and cough violently. He turned around quickly, not daring to let the soldiers see his appearance.

There was black and red blood on the palm of my hand.

There are more than 100 infected people in the camp, and the food that was barely enough to survive will be vacant. Sufficient nutrition and meat are also needed to maintain the training of the soldiers. Hunting by the hunter team alone is already stretched, and the infected people Need your own breeding farm.

I don’t know whether the Patriots successfully met with Sakaz of Kazdare to get the second batch of aid supplies, or whether the training officers promised to be sent to Ursus in the agreement have arrived at the camp.

With the more than 100 infected workers and Sakaz engineers, the camp can probably start preparing to build the small power plant, and the location has been explored. After sufficient power supply is available, it first needs to build a logging plant. In the field, the newly infected people must be settled before winter comes, and the temporarily built houses also need to be repaired, otherwise those houses will not be able to withstand the heavy snow this winter.

There are still not enough manpower. No, before considering manpower, what should be considered is whether there is enough food to survive this winter. There are still many things that need to be done, and there are too many things that need to be prepared in advance.

I haven't figured out the reason why the group of guards appeared in the camp. I haven't figured out what Cosiche is. Will there be differences and conflicts among the infected in the future? Can Tallulah be ruthless enough to deal with this?

No, I... must persist a little longer, I still need time.

The journey back was smoother than expected. The soldiers brought more than 100 infected workers from Brashvito. They traveled day and night. Although this lengthened the journey and increased food consumption, it was undoubtedly safer. Because Ursans rarely go to the wasteland at night to search for the whereabouts of a group of infected people.

Perhaps because she had lived a stable life in just a few months, even Tallulah found it hard to swallow when she once again experienced the days of pulling roots and bark from last year to satisfy her hunger.

This time it was her turn to explain to the infected that this stuff was very nutritious. When she said the words of the former patriot old man, Tallulah felt very surprised, but it was probably because she had hope in her heart, knowing that they would be able to Got a break, so Tallulah wasn't so resistant this time.

It was really unpalatable, and a year later, Tallulah still remembered the taste.

The reconnaissance team sent out to contact the guerrillas set off many days earlier than they did. Tallulah didn't know if they had [#$

The team's condition was not good. The soldiers' wounds became inflamed in the wild where there was a lack of medical treatment. Along with low-grade fever and inflammation, the infected people who were already weak also contracted the disease on their way back.

They are in urgent need of medicine and rest. The medicines carried by the medical soldiers in the team cannot deal with this large-scale infection. In the short summer of Ursus, although it is not as cold as winter, the desolate wilderness is very difficult for a group of ragged infected people. They are still very unfriendly.

When Frost Star saw Tallulah again, the condition of the infected looked like a group of defeated soldiers. This is just how to describe their situation. They dragged the infected people forward on simple stretchers, their steps were weak and stumbling, and they could no longer tell the difference. Those people are soldiers. Those people are the infected people brought out from the city as the reconnaissance team said.

Tallulah's condition wasn't very good either. After not seeing her for more than half a month, she lost a lot of weight and looked horribly haggard. Along with her chapped lips, she finally smiled after seeing Frost Star arrive.

They brought food and water, and the infected finally stopped. Tallulah was not very good at eating.

"Now you don't look as well-educated as usual."

Froststar sat next to Tallulah and handed her the unscrewed kettle. She couldn't help but say.

Tallulah took the kettle, raised her head and took a big sip. Her silver hair was dirty and messy, and she stretched out her fingers to wipe the residue from the corner of her mouth into her mouth.

"Don't laugh at me. If you ate grass roots and tree bark for a week, you would be no different from me."

"Hmph, how did you end up like this?"

"It's hard to put it into words..."

"The soldiers who came back to report said that you brought more than 100 workers from the city."

"150 three to be exact."