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Hui-chieh:

We have been heading south.

The guerrillas are hoping to get to as many mines as possible before the extermination plan gets underway to save as many Infected as we can.

The garrison is falling back, and we are pushing further and further ahead.

To outsiders, it probably looks like we are hunting down the Ursus squads. That couldn't be further from the truth, and it's a nigh impossible task.

We are hiding from the Ursus Army while also trying to save the Infected from under their nose.

If you ask me why we are doing this, I guess all I can tell you is, 'It's what we are supposed to do.'

That being said, I can't help but feel that by taking in all these Infected, thus giving the other teams some breathing room, we may be playing into Mr. Patriot's hand.

Patriot might have drawn a line. A line that we dare not to cross.

To cross that line is to fight the Ursus garrison head-on—a tall order, it goes without saying. It's either that or keeping ourselves under the radar.

In other words, we'll have to leave the tundra, and that means infiltrating the real Ursus territory—their nomadic cities, where all aspects of life are ruled with their iron fist.

At that point, the guerrillas put their weapons away until it's time for us to take up arms again.

The treatment of the Infected in the cities and ships out in the wild are bound to be even more cruel. I imagine the days that are to come will be very difficult.

It's not easy to take this step.

But this is the Northwestern Tundra... There's nothing but snow here.

We can't feed all these mouths with just snow.

November 3rd

Year X

My brothers and sisters, are you okay?!

It's good to see all of you in one piece.

...Man, was that battle not a disaster.

Thank you, Yeti Squad. It's a pleasure to lead the fight with all of you.

The pleasure is ours, Talulah. We all think it's very reassuring to fight alongside you. We make a good match. Now I can see why FrostNova trusted you to lead our squad.

What's more, the way you use your Arts is getting more ingenious by the day. Blasting flames through the cold air, and detonating that? I don't think I could've come up with that one.

Well... those weren't exactly flames. It's hard to explain, so I'll spare you the details.

I'm sure FrostNova can rest easy knowing she doesn't have to look out for us all the time anymore.

So, do you think we'll come across any more of those Ursus scum here?

Well, this is one of the cities Ursus was planning on dismantling three years ago.

The troops here managed to take over the city, probably thanks to corruption or some equally dirty work... As for the original residents... probably either enslaved or driven out.

They didn't stand a chance against us, at the very least.

They aren't as weak as you're making them out to be.

Just relatively speaking. Compared to the regular Ursus Army, at least. It's not like Patriot has let you fight any battles that difficult.

No, he hasn't. It's true. He didn't think we could handle it. But I think we are more than up to the task now, with how well we're getting on.

I'm not so sure about that. The real Ursus Army is on a whole other level. This detachment lacks discipline and training... I'm guessing they might not even be technically organized.

And we just barely had a leg up over these guys because of our tactical planning.

...So you're saying we've got nothing to celebrate?

No, far from it. We have all the resources we need to survive now.

We really needed these supplies. Without them, we won't make it through the winter.

Besides, the nomadic city may be old and run-down, maybe even too small, but...

It's big enough for us.

None of us have ever been on a nomadic city before.

Talulah!

What's the matter?

You're... one of the Infected from the Earcurl village... if my memory serves me correctly.

We've got a pretty big team ourselves! At the very least, we're no smaller than you guerrillas.

Well, you're almost there. I'm not exactly part of the guerrilla force.

We still definitely had more men in this fight than you.

...So? What do you want from me?

Let's go our own ways here, Talulah.

You serious?

We've fought plenty of battles with you people, and we've taken the shirt off our backs for you way more than I can count.

You can take half of the resources in the city. Hell, take more than that.

Just let us keep the city.

With the city... we could go anywhere. We could be anywhere in the tundra. The Patrol Unit and the Ursus troops will never find us.

So you are saying you don't want to fight anymore?

We'll die.

We're... We're all a little...

The enemy... They're getting stronger and stronger.

These people aren't even on the same level as any of the contingents that Patriot's guerrilla squads have faced.

But we can't do it!

Talulah, you aren't going to deny us even this, are you?

Okay, what are you people talking about now?

The Yeti...!

...You coldhearted monsters wouldn't understand! Death means nothing to you, not like the rest of us...!

You—

(Waves Petrova down)

Talulah...

We'll get the supplies out right away. The city is yours to keep.

That's good to hear...

But I won't stand for any insult to our fighters. Apologize to the Yetis right now.

Ahem... Sorry.

That will do, right?

Petrova, gather your men. We need to itemize the supplies.

(Also, turn on the Ursus comms terminal we captured.)

(You don't mean...)

(They know Patriot's guerrilla squad isn't around.)

Where are you going?

Mr. Patriot? We were just about to rendezvous with you.

You handed the city to those folks?

Looks like you got my message already.

—What these people are doing is nothing short of betrayal. Your permission has given them the justification they wanted. You destroyed the order here.

The moment they asked to be let go, I wasn't going to be able to keep them.

Those who lack conviction and willpower shouldn't wage war. Not now, not ever.

If we go by your logic, no one was born with the right to set foot on the battlefield in the first place.

Discipline is everything.

Kill them, and take the city back. You owe your team and your people this.

So that they know the Infected will kill a bunch of helpless people with their backs against the wall and grease the wheels with their blood, all for a run-down city?

They have contravened our discipline.

None ever fought for discipline to begin with.

It has been four years since we first met. In all this time, not once have I given you an order. I either tolerated your presence there on the battlefield or refused to work with you.

I really can't know if you have matured or gone soft in that time.

All because I don't agree with you?

Summon the rest of the Infected and tell them they've betrayed the manifesto. Have them executed immediately.

You must make an example of their transgression.

I can't do that.

I can see you are hesitating. You are hesitating because they, too, are Infected.

Is it because you think this is dishonorable?

You loathe killing, and you don't care for power. That's not a bad thing. But then you need someone to do the dirty work for you.

I'll let you know I'm not afraid of doing this, and I don't dare to claim I have the moral high ground over anyone either.

In that case, the guerrillas and I will get it done.