Arknights' Lock of Heaven

Therefore, the spies had already spread the word about the camp's predicament.

Everyone knows that these hundreds of thousands of infected people are short of food and supplies. The guerrillas' reserves and the spoils they seized from defeating the coalition forces are almost exhausted. The places around them where they could get food have either already been raided or are simply too difficult for the current guerrillas to conquer.

Maintaining a force of over 100,000 people was exhausting for the guerrillas.

Patriots even doubted at one point whether they had made a mistake.

Perhaps going back to the old model would be better, just not as...

But it’s just a thought.

How could he abandon those who suffered in Chernobog, those infected who obeyed his orders while others vented their anger?

And so, more and more infected people gathered under his command, until he realized something was wrong, and the number had already exceeded ten thousand.

And it's still increasing.

Even now, these hundreds of thousands of people... even if everyone tightens their belts, it's not something that can be easily fed.

Moreover, summer has passed and autumn is coming.

This is both good news and bad news.

The land that he had urgently reclaimed after realizing something was wrong, and the infected villages under his protection, would soon have a batch of grain to harvest and store.

But that can only solve the immediate problem; besides, after autumn comes winter.

In the snowy plains of winter... if there isn't enough food and supplies, people will die!

Starving to death, freezing to death...

Everyone was pinning their hopes on the legendary caravan and the Patriot's daughter.

Even the Patriots knew very well that even if the Rhodes Island caravan could reach this place, it was unknown how much supplies it could bring.

Froststar reassured herself about this.

But they didn't mention what Rhodes Island relied on.

Of course, patriots understand that too much talk can lead to mistakes, especially in the case of letters written in black and white.

As mentioned above, what if it were seized by someone?

So the patriots had no choice but to believe her.

However, it's not that there's absolutely no information at all; it's precisely that cryptic information that has kept him going until now.

He is ready.

If that caravan can't keep these infected people alive...

“Andrei,” his voice was piercing, “how’s the training going…?”

“They’re all good lads,” the shield guard behind him replied. “They can endure hardship and are not afraid of pain or death.”

"Unfortunately, we don't have enough equipment to arm them. If we really go to the battlefield, I'm afraid..."

He didn't finish speaking, but the patriots understood what he meant.

Passion alone is not enough; young men armed with rudimentary weapons will not prevail against the well-equipped Ursus Army Group...

Even with the training of the Shield Guards, the casualties will still be... extremely heavy.

If it really comes to that, he will have no choice but to lead these hundreds of thousands of infected people south.

Everyone knows what this means.

341

"It's so spectacular..."

Looking at the transformed Red Pine Valley outside Rhodes Island, Xia Yu exclaimed, "This construction speed... I remember when I left a month ago, this was still a remote valley with hardly anyone around, right?"

Now, in just one month, rows of buildings have sprung up.

Residential areas, pharmaceutical factories, cargo distribution centers, and even land-based docks for small ships are under construction.

Although it is still far from those advanced mobile cities, it has already surpassed the scale of most small towns.

All sorts of goods are flowing steadily from all of Kasimir to this newly established town.

Next, they might be used to build this new town, or they might be loaded onto an ever-growing caravan and headed to the snowfields.

Kazimir showed remarkable enthusiasm for this massive operation, and all departments cooperated exceptionally well, from arms companies that procured weapons and equipment to commercial groups that monopolized the grain trade; none dared to slack off.

Of course, they wouldn't dare leave them hanging, since the bodies of their predecessors, who are now sitting at the very top of those interest groups, are still warm.

When they heard that the shipment was going to Ursus, quite a few people were actually reluctant.

Of course, these people didn't know the truth. The Crimson Night was more like a legend to them, but when they heard that these things were given to the infected to disgust them in Ursus, many of them were willing to do it.

Putting aside other matters, the long-standing feud between Ursus and Casimir is no joke; the Ursus-Casimir War alone has seen as many as twelve battles fought...

Over the years, the hatred has only grown stronger. If you can't find a single ancestor who died at the hands of the Ursus people, can you even be considered a Qazimir?

In this way, those who do not know the truth are happy, but often they cannot make any decisions.

Those who truly decide these matters do not prioritize so-called family feuds when calculating gains and losses.

What they need to consider is profit, pure profit.

Honestly, they wouldn't have gone to such lengths in this operation if Xia Yu hadn't been involved.

They're willing to cause trouble for Ursus, but transporting such a large batch of goods in like this... without any guarantee, wouldn't it be like throwing meat buns to a dog—gone and never to return?

What kind of people are Ursus... don't the Kazimirs know?

I'm afraid this caravan will mysteriously disappear before it even reaches the infected.

Without a doubt, Ursus is just that shameless. Even disappearing would be the best-case scenario. Ursus would directly accuse Kazimir of trying to fund the opposition in their country... So let's go to war!

That would be a bitter pill to swallow, even though it's true.

But, but!

If Xia Yu had led the team herself, the outcome would have been completely different!

After all, his country had just suffered at the hands of Xia Yu, and the unpleasant experience was indescribable...

So many important figures lay dead on the battlefield...

Now, from nobles to wealthy merchants, who isn't feeling insecure?

He was terrified that one day when he opened his eyes, he would see Xia Yu standing in front of him with a noose, saying that his time had come.

Then they were hung on a street lamp and swung on a swing with their seniors in the night breeze.

Moreover, after hanging the person up, Xia Yu seemed to still be unsatisfied... and then recited a poem to the silver-speared pegasus and Margaret.

The streets are littered with the bones of high-ranking officials, and the treasuries are reduced to ashes from the fire.

It's a line of poetry with a distinctly Chinese flavor, but its translated meaning is enough to send shivers down the spines of these people.

What does he want to do?

Hasn't he killed enough?!

How could he dare... Oh, he really dared...

Aren't you afraid we'll rebel? Not afraid of us... it seems you really aren't...

This person's terrifying strength inevitably brings to mind the former monarch of the neighboring country of Letania, the Witch King.

The Witch King is dead.

That terrifying man, the one who turned the entire nation into his plaything, is dead.

The man who shattered the invincible Gallic Empire is dead.

Even in death, who in Letania doesn't tremble at the mention of the Witch King?

That terrifying rule had taken deep root in people's hearts.

What about the shadow looming over our heads?

How does he compare to the Witch King...?

Recalling the information they had secretly gathered after the bloody night...

Can he do what the Witch King could do?

Without a doubt, based on the current intelligence, it is possible.

Moreover, the Witch King crushed the Gallic Empire's army by the lives of countless infected, but what about that man?

As if taking something out of a bag, to this day, everyone who looks at the bottomless pit of the Great Knight's power center can't understand how such a small human body could contain such a huge amount of energy.

No one knows what power he used to accomplish that.

Or perhaps... nothing was borrowed at all.

Compared to the latter, they were more willing to believe the former, after all, the example of the Witch King was there, and the former still had a chance to turn the tables, while the latter...

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