Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

Fyodor was silent for a moment and said,

"Even if it's the right thing to do?"

Witte replied:

"... Even if it's the right thing to do.

"The same right thing also needs to be built at the right time, my Majesty."

"Sometimes wisdom that is not in the time period is the most unnecessary stupidity, ah... I beg your pardon, my Majesty.

"But you must understand that I say this because you are a wise monarch of Usas, and I will not fear the harm that will be given to me by blunt advice, and you have never done so."

"It's just... Your tolerance of mutants today is simply to accelerate them into the fire pit.

At this moment, Witte looked at his pocket watch and said,

"It's almost time, my Majesty, Saint Yu has been waiting at the door for more than fifteen minutes, you should probably deal with this matter immediately."

Fyodor snorted coldly:

"Hmph! A madman who pretends to be a ghost, I will humiliate him well.

"Until then, Witte, can we succeed? Can we restore Usas to its glory? Witte

immediately said:

"I don't know, my majesty, it is not reasonable to give you an answer, but the history of Usas still tells you the echoes of the past, and you have a path and direction in your heart."

"At least it's already good that you don't destroy the whole land like your father."

Fyodor finally stood up and said to Witte:

"How to deal with the Chernoberg matter?"

Witte replied

, "It's just a ruined city, whether it's a bet or a bargaining chip, it's not worth it,

but... After all, this city-state is the blood of Usas. "

After a while, I will send a small number of internal guards to conduct reconnaissance work, and if nothing can be done, it can only go by it, my majesty, we have more ambitious goals to achieve."

"A Chernoberg is actually nothing, and if it can one day bring true prosperity to Usas, it is to take the fort of St. Petersburg under our feet."

"Our eternal goal ... There is only one, my Majesty.

"Let Usas shape our own, new splendor."

......

["Mutant Tallula...

"Wei Yanwu's letter to me, I already understand that if you can break the curse of the black snake, then you may also be able to break those in the land of Usas itself. "】

【“...... I hope that one day, we will really have a chance to defeat the country that belongs to the emperor, defeat the outer lands where demons are rampant, and overcome... Poison in Usas's body. "】

......

At this time, in the Usas tundra, the young Draco no longer had a long sword around his waist, but he was still walking in the wind and snow with some of his warriors.

It's like that's just like it was back then.

They are going to recycle some of the old strongholds, as well as supplies.

More importantly, he was going back to the place where the past had changed her life, and she heard something calling to her there.

"The route ahead has been confirmed."

"We went around the village to the west, where our helpers and soldiers would be there to pick them up, and there was not much time, and the regular army of Usas would soon pass here."

"Although I don't know what else you want to do there, it should have been burned to ruins by your fire a long time ago."

An integrated sports warlock stepped forward and said to Tallula.

"Thank you,"

Tallulah said to the integrated movement warlock.

“...... Don't forget, Tallula, you haven't yet gained our full trust again. "

You used to... You used to... Shhh.

"I will never forget what you said to us when you were in Chernnoberg, Tallula."

"I will not forget what you did in Core City, every thing, every decision, I want you to explain one by one, you don't want to escape, all the integration movements are watching you."

The integrated sports warlock's tone was a little cold, and he turned around and left.

Tallula's lips moved slightly, but she couldn't say anything.

"This is just an abandoned stronghold... After passing through here, we can reach the destination ahead.

Another integration movement stepped forward and said to Tallula

, "There is not much to use here, and with the weapons that Rhode Island has provided us,

all we can collect here is some canned food that is not broken and some commemorative things."

"Such as these."

The integration movement in front of him placed several nameplates that had been frozen and deformed, and the handwriting on them was also blurred, and said:

"Do you remember them? Leaders, they willingly die for you, for you and your fellow citizens.

"No matter what the living today think of you or what your future holds, you must first interrogate yourself, if you are really the talulah you used to be..."

The previous integration movement will also be revived. The

integrator shoved the nameplate in his hand into Tallula's palm and then left.

"..." Tallulah

was silent, so she stopped, the nameplate in her hand was obviously cold, but Tallulah only felt that every blood vessel in her blood vessels was boiling like a soldering iron.

She looked up and looked around her, the warriors were still busy.

This is just an abandoned stronghold, and in the grayness of Usas year after winter, the abandoned stronghold has been buried by heavy snow, and there is no trace of half of the past.

Even Tallulah herself found it strange, she still seemed to be able to see the scene at that time, and could see at a glance where they had lit a bonfire, where they had rested, where they fought, where they had sung.

The Patriot's Euphorbia, the Frost Star's Cold Wind, Sasha's Crossbow, Ino's Song....

Their ranks walked with difficulty, growing little by little, and the warriors had gathered around to sing a cappella song, warming their stomachs, which had never been filled, with soup with only a hint of saltiness.

She could feel, she could hear, memories of the past leap up and choke Tallula's throat.

["Shhh... Be quiet... They fell asleep..."["

Oh... I'm sorry...... Hush.

"Have you been training for a day?

"Yes, this dark-haired Phidia kid might be a good fit for a crossbow.

[But wait until he grows up a little more..."

[Then let them sleep... But..."

[I'm about to leave, my temperature is so low, they're going to catch a cold."

["I'm in trouble with you.

"No, just this white-haired kid... He slept very lightly, and he kept struggling in his dreams without singing, and he could only sing until he fell asleep, not knowing what he had experienced in the past."

"Your father is still making a strategy for tomorrow?" He and I talked about the Usas mutant transport hub nearby.

"He had to be thoughtful in order to reduce our attrition, and he said this to me every time to get my attention.

["Already... It's late, and tomorrow we're going to a nearby mutant village to exchange some food.

"It's just, I've never seen him sleep, never... Even heroic characters need to rest, and the other warriors have already rested.

["It's better to think about him than to think about your own, you said the other day that the person you contacted, what is the name, where is it?"

["Lyudmila and Alex... They seem to be moving around Chernoberg and are familiar with things in that city.

["Oh... It's a big city-state.

"Yes, but there... There are also many mutants, and the mutants living in the city-states are actually not much better than us living in the wilderness, and persecution and discrimination still exist.

"Lyudmila and they are determined people, and I think they will become our reliable friends, even if they are a little more radical now."

["Are there us radicals who fight the Usas army every month? "】

【“...... Chernoberg, where it is too far away, there are too many obstacles, how long will it take? Maybe we won't be there for three or four years.

"Even if we don't want to fight it or stop it, it will still come to us, and with the craft of urban mutants, maybe we can really build our own home."

"Besides, three or four years, maybe when you wake up, it's tomorrow, and tomorrow is still very close."

"Ha, I like that.

"You also rest early.

["Well... Good night.

["Dear comrades..."]

["Good night.

Tallulah clenched her fists hard, and even her nails were embedded in the flesh.

"Leader."

At this point, another integration movement stepped forward and said:

"The Chernoberg matter has a reason, it must be more complicated than we think, don't blame yourself too much, I want to believe that you were back then... In spite of oneself.

"But it is true that our fighters have died a lot of senseless because of you, and we cannot save our fallen compatriots, we can only open the way for more people who are still alive."

Talulah took a deep breath and said to them,

"I... I understand.

"I owe countless warriors' lives, and I don't need you to say this, the most damned person here... It's me indeed, but I'm now... Don't dare to die yet.

"The humiliation suffered by the mutants, the anger of the enslaved, has not yet been spoken."

"When you tear down the banner of the old times, burn all injustice and power, and sprinkle their ashes on my grave."

The integration movement was silent for a moment and said, "

That's all for later."

"Before that... What you have done before has indeed broken the hearts of many warriors, who are the most unacceptable to your betrayal, we hope... The current Talula, just that Talula. "

That talulah of the past."

Tallulah replied,

"I am... It's just Tallula.

"This time, no matter what kind of vicious thoughts and no kind of cruel conspiracies, they can't manipulate me, and if they want to usurp my sanity again, I will burn myself first."

Talulah hung the nameplate around her waist, where she used to speak.

"Let's go... Warriors, the cold night in Usas is still long.

"So we need a cluster of fire that keeps burning."

She looked ahead, there was obviously a long distance away, but she could already smell the ashes left by her own flames in the past, and a call.

【“...... Come here, Tallula.

"Come here. "】