Tomorrow's Ark, Second International

"What about Dong Abo's fishball shop?" Xingxiong misses the taste a little. She used to like to visit after work, not only because of the good taste, but also because of her feelings. After all, the current Longmen can't eat this kind of taste. , "Dong Abo is so old, can he still do it?"

"He's kind of enjoying it."

'I do most of the work. '

Forget it after thinking about it, he didn't dare to dismantle his adoptive father's platform, he was afraid that the comrades around him would be his adoptive father's old customers, so it would be easy to sell himself out in the chat.

"Then this time I must try his old man's craft."

"There will be a chance."

Suddenly there was some silence, Xunyi was not very good at chatting, and Hoshiguma didn't know what to chat with Xun until Afa came out from inside.

"Ah, it's your turn to go in. I was really scared to death just now. Why did Sister Ghost appear here? You don't know how scary she was in the past, no wonder she hasn't married yet."

Ah Fa hadn't noticed Hoshiguma at first, but his outspokenness made Lai wink crazily, and the latter immediately felt that something was wrong.

"Ghost... sister ghost, why are you still here? I thought you had already gone in."

Otherwise, Ah Fa has been in Longmen for so long and is still just a thug, this mouth is not very good at speaking.

Lai opened his mouth, and finally just patted his good brother on the shoulder, and then walked into the bathroom without looking back. It was his turn to enjoy it, but he moved slowly as if he had something on his mind.

"Ah Fa."

"Um..."

Hoshiguma didn't look angry, but Ah Fa was still a little nervous.

"Is your old man in good health?"

"He's pretty good."

During Hoshiguma's time as the head of the Longmen Guard Bureau, he has seen a lot of things, and his temper has improved a lot, so naturally he won't be angry about this little thing.

On the contrary, she felt lucky from the bottom of her heart to be able to chat with old acquaintances after experiencing so many things.

Chapter 1230 The Predicament of the Intruder

Wars have always developed on multiple fronts, and when the frontal battlefield has temporarily come to an end, the battle on the other side continues.

At least two-fifths of the current Edelweiss area is under the control of the Ursas, and these fringe areas can be said to lack everything.

When their fleet was defeated and driven away by the Edelweiss defense fleet led by Ravensberg, Ursas's troops only had the option of eating the enemy, and the food supplies within their control range were not enough. Many, even the warehouse where the little guys were stationed before has been looted.

It may not be much food for one person, but when multiplied by a thousand, it becomes quite scary.

And it's not just food, they also lack medicine and other supplies. Those Ursus soldiers who were injured due to various situations can only pile up and wait to die after the medicine is exhausted.

Since it is midsummer, a person is more likely to be infected after an injury than in winter.

This infection is not a relatively mild Originium infection, but a bacterial infection that can kill people quickly.

If a normal person walks into a room full of wounded soldiers, the first thing he notices is definitely not the miserable wailing, but the stench that cannot be blocked even if he wears two layers of masks.

If it is an elderly veteran, they can tell you clearly that this smell is "corpse smell", but this smell does not appear on corpses now, but on living humans.

This kind of stench is enough to drive most people away, even for races that are not sensitive to smells, especially considering that the so-called "smell" is originally a molecule that reacts with the nasal mucosa, this kind of physiological nausea is even more difficult inhibition.

If you endure everything and get close to these wounded soldiers infected by bacteria, you will find that the so-called rotten wounds and maggots are already a relatively mild disease, and you only need to use a flame-sterilized sharp tool to cut them off, and maybe you can save your life.

The real horrors were those wounds that were starting to blacken, and the Ursus medics would never forget the eroded, bone-deep wounds on a soldier with an infected foot wound.

And when the medical soldiers wanted to turn the sole of the foot to check the wound, they actually "taken" the first half of the sole of the foot. It turned out that the sole of the foot had been corroded long ago, just like charcoal that had been burned by flames.

If we say that the lack of medical treatment and medicine just made the wounded soldiers gather together to wait for the final death, then what really killed everyone was that even the water was cut off by the international people.

After all, a person can live without food for several days, but it only takes three days without water to kill a normal person, and it only takes one day without water to make the person very weak.

At that time, how can we resist the attack of infected mobs?

Now the Ursas can only go door-to-door to search for all available supplies, especially the water in the water tank. Of course, they don’t even let the toilet water in the toilet. Who can control it at this time? So much, anyway, drink it like it’s boiled.

Thanks to the fast enough international retreat, the Ursus naval guns did not bombard the place too much, keeping most of the buildings intact.

There is even a saying in the Ursus army.

As long as they are all wiped out here, those infected thugs can skip the "reconstruction" step, and it only takes a few days to reapply the buildings here and return to normal life.

But so what, a vengeful sabotage with dwindling bombs in hand?That is meaningless at all, and it will increase the hatred of the infected.

In fact, some Ursas soldiers have left and surrendered in twos and threes. Thanks to the long-standing international principle of preferential treatment of prisoners, some Ursas commanders are even ready to lead troops to surrender in an organized way.

If your hometown is invaded by other countries, you may still be able to fight until the last moment, but fighting a battle that has lost all hope of victory in such a place thousands of miles away from your hometown?

Not many people are willing, or no one is willing to go back.

In this area controlled by the Ursus people, an inconspicuous residential house, side by side with other houses, has become the last command center of the remnants of Ursas soldiers.

There is no flag hanging outside the house, nor is there any camouflage, for fear of attracting the attention of international intelligence personnel. After all, in the current situation, no camouflage is the best camouflage.

After occupying the five-story building, the Ursas used the second and third floors as the headquarters, and the higher floors had other uses.

"General Gregory, another non-commissioned officer fled with his own soldiers, and they took their weapons with them."

An adjutant with a leash on his left hand saluted the supreme commander of the surprise attack, even if the war had been lost, he did not dare to show any disrespect.

"How many people did they leave this time?"

General Gregory looked a little fat, and the gorgeous military uniform didn't fit him that well. Now his rosy face was slightly pale, and the exhaustion that couldn't be concealed made him weak when he spoke.

"8, we only recovered three people, and the other five have fled to the control area of ​​the infected mob, general, how should we deal with these three... deserters?"

In fact, when the adjutant defined them, their fate had already been decided, and any army would never show mercy to deserters.

"Kill it."

"Yes!"

The adjutant was also quite pessimistic about the future. He didn't know how to escape from this hell. Moreover, after two failures, they might not be able to do well even if they returned alive.

But in any case, it is better to die than to live, and it is always better to return to my hometown alive than to die here.

It's just that the adjutant didn't dare to show such thoughts in front of his general. The morale of the army was already in jeopardy. Once he showed any thoughts of shaking the army's morale, his ending would not be better than those few deserters.

"Don't worry, I will take you back alive, on my honor."

"Yes, I have always believed in you, General!"

Gregory knew that his adjutant was just talking on the stage, after all, he had already done such stupid things as abandoning his subordinates in Sanok City.

Once this kind of thing is done once, all the reputation will no longer be valid. After all, if you can do it once, you can naturally do it a second time.

In fact, Gregory was indeed planning how to leave this place. He still held a card in his hand, and now it was time to check the quality of this card.

Chapter 1231 A Special Prisoner

It's on the fourth floor of the Ursus headquarters. Because of a special guest, this place has been turned into a dark area with no lighting. The thick curtains block all the light from entering, but if you don't turn on the lights, it's even in the daytime Also as dark as midnight.

Of course, because the power grid was artificially cut off, the current Ursas can only return to the most primitive lighting methods-torches and candles.

Perhaps because human beings are creatures that live in the light, this kind of dark area is often used as a torture for prisoners, and this special room placed in the Ursus headquarters is indeed holding A special prisoner.

His ears were covered, his eyes were covered, and his whole body was dropped on a cross, but there were no traces of torture on the prisoner's body, which proved the prisoner's value in Gregory's eyes.

Now, General Ursus, whose direct army was almost wiped out, was staring at the motionless prisoner. This was the first time he had seen this prisoner, and of course it was because the prisoner had been asking to see him.

He didn't have that time in the past few days, but now it's different. He has some leisure, but it may be the last leisure.

Gregory felt that the prisoner seemed to be full of confidence, even though he was tied up, he didn't panic at all.

Fingers tapping on the coffee table, is this really the aura that a traitor can show?

Traitors, no matter where they are, are contemptible existences, but for some reason, traitors, especially traitors who bring major benefits, will always receive preferential treatment beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Gregory considered himself a soldier anyway, and of course he despised the existence of such a traitor, but he had to endure his disgust to communicate with him.

After General Ursus moved his fingers, the bandages on the ears of the infected traitor, who called himself Zogel, were removed, but his eyes were still covered as before.

"Mr. Zogel, I don't know if you have heard the news."

"News, what kind of news, I'm tied up here, is there someone who will send news for me?"

Zogel raised his head slightly, his eyes covered under the black cloth looked in the direction of the sound, but no one could see his eyes.

"I'm sorry that you Ursus have brought a great gift, but it seems that you don't want this gift, General Gregory."

"Oh, you actually know my name?"

Gregory thought he had never said his name in front of this person, and such an ability made him look up.

"If I don't even know your name, how can I bring you a gift from the guards?"

"My people didn't find the so-called gift in you."

Zogel was searched from top to bottom as soon as he arrived, but he really had nothing on him except his dirty clothes.

"Of course the gift needs to be handed over to you personally. If your subordinates got this gift, I'm afraid my life would have died long ago.

Now I will persist until you come to see me in person, which proves that my persistence has paid off. "

"Hmph, since you've seen me, present your 'gift' here."

Under Gregory's order, several soldiers removed all other restraints on Zogel. He didn't care if what Zogel said was true or not, everything had to be determined by the "weight" of that gift.

"Give me a knife, please."

Zogel stretched out his hand to the guard at the side, Gregory nodded while the guard hesitated, if a prisoner who had been imprisoned for a day and night could use a knife to kill him, General Ursus Kill, he also admitted.

At least in terms of skills, he is still confident. In this era, two things are essential to become a general, excellent skills and a superior background, compared to these two command abilities are slightly behind.

Under Gregory's gaze, Zogel cut open his belly with a knife, and took out a key from the wound with his fingers. This action made others look at him differently.

Even an infected person is a warrior, but why did he become a traitor? When he recalled his identity as a traitor, the little bit of admiration he had only immediately returned to nothing.

"What is this."

The staff officer on the side wore a double glove and knotted the key from Zogel's hand. No one wanted to be infected with ore disease due to blood contact.

"You can see it with your personal terminal..." The wound was still bleeding, and every word Zogel said was painful, "Is there any medical spray..."

After the same instruction, the Ursus soldiers roughly knocked Zogger down and healed his wound with medical spray.

There are still a lot of medicines that ordinary soldiers have not waited for until they die, and there are still a lot of medicines in the headquarters, and Zogel can be regarded as a good one.