Chapter 120: Ulan Bator

Ulan Bator, 8:00 pm

Bismarck Waldstein, Knight of One and commander of the armies of Britannia and Euro-Britannia on the Siberian front, was wandering among the ruins of what, before the invasion, had been together with Astana, the northernmost city of the Chinese Federation, a nation now wiped from the face of the Earth by the reptilian invaders, who came from deep space.

If the aliens are driven out, the territories of the former Federation will surely be incorporated by Euro-Britannia.

He thought, while observing, from a roof, the ghostly landscape around him: what, less than a year ago had been a city like many others, full of people engaged in daily activities (work, study or other) was now an expanse of buildings in ruins, crumbling or even collapsed, among which three tripods, which he, aboard his Galahad, had destroyed.

Before the arrival of the reptilians, this city had a million inhabitants ... Now the number has halved, thanks to the attack, the subsequent massacres and the battle between us and the aliens.

"Lord Waldstein?" A voice called him.

He turned, making eye contact with a black woman who had short black hair and green eyes.

"Dorothea ... Were you looking for me?"

"Yup."

"Why?"

"I wanted ... to ask you a question."

"Tell me as well."

"Can we really trust them?"

Bismarck immediately understood who his interlocutor was referring to.

"Yes, we can." He replied simply.

"They are monsters! Until yesterday they fought alongside our enemies! "

"They had no choice. The reptilians forced them to fight for them, but in reality they hate their masters, and not surprisingly they were happy to change sides, joining us. "

"In any case, I would keep an eye on them ..."

At that moment a flying saucer passed over their heads, and Dorotea was alarmed.

"Don't worry, it's a spacecraft of the Furon, our allies." Her commander reassured her.

"Who worries me ... It's the others." He said with a sad tone in his voice.

Dorothea was saddened. It was clear that Lord Waldstein was referring to the maneuvered. In some ways they were worse than the reptilians, because unlike them, they nestled among normal humans, sleeper agents ready to carry out murders and sabotage by order of their masters. It was impossible to identify them, until they took action.

It's the worst thing ...

Thought the girl.

Is that the manipulated can be people dear to us ... Friends, relatives, wives, husbands, children or other. First they behave normally and then at the slightest distraction they treacherously cut your throat, leaving you to bleed to death.

The news had generated panic and paranoia in areas free from alien control. She feared that at any moment the men, prey to suspicion, would end up killing each other ... Much more than usual. Bismarck seemed to read her mind, understanding what her fears were.

"In this regard, how are the investigations going?" He asked her.

Dorothea let out a sigh before answering.

"Well, except for Anya Alstreim and Luciano Bradley the other Knights of Round look clean."

"I sincerely hope so. I have already lost two worthy knights, I don't intend to lose others."

Dorothea looked annoyed, but preferred not to reply. She had never liked Luciano, unlike the late Gino (a cheerful and sociable boy) and Anya (silent and calm); unlike the aforementioned Luciano, whom some had nicknamed the vampire of Britannia, he had been a hateful individual: brawler, arrogant, aggressive. And when he turned out to be a alien mole she felt great joy in killing him. But this could not be said publicly, especially at the time, or she would have been suspected. Perhaps she could have confided in Lady Nonette Enneagram, the knight of Nine (she was the knight of Four), but she had been sent to the Oki archipelago with her knightmare, the Lancelot Club, in order to counter any enemy attacks from nearby areas. .

I wonder what she's doing right now ...