Him and their stars

Luo Ming thought to himself, if these young and middle-aged men could really defeat the Gravel Dragon and the Sandworm, I would be Qin Shihuang.

However, not to mention how many mouthpieces there are here, but what is certain is that they should be a group of people who have seen blood, at least they must have been trained in the militia regiment and the police force, and they can indeed be regarded as high-quality soldiers.

However, this was not Luo Ming's purpose.

"Thank you for your hard work, it's just..."

The old sand soldier said again: "However, for the more than 30,000 strong young men, in addition to the miscellaneous weapons we bring, we are still short of 20,000 C11 rifles, and at least 5,000 sets of armored skeletons must be given to us. I asked the guard The quartermaster said he could only give half of it, Director Luo, you have to make the decision for us!"

The military supply gap is still huge. Fortunately, Tulong has sent another batch of weapons, which are being delivered by light rail train. However, this is not the purpose of Luo Ming's visit today. In other words, he is not responsible for this at all.

"No, I mean..."

"After gathering, you will march to the four nearby towns. After getting the weapons, you can prepare the defense line. Of course, as long as you bring the order from the headquarters, you can also march to Tulong immediately. I can take the Athlon The cavalry will go ahead. We won’t arrive in Tulong within ten days, so come and see us!”

"You are so classic, but so damn handsome!" Luo Ming's eyes lit up.

He felt that although this old man looked like a dinosaur, he was really domineering. The kind of old man I like the most is this kind of old man.

The old sand warrior leader's grin almost reached ninety degrees, and his six big teeth that could be used as daggers were exuding joy: "Ahahaha! Ahahaha! The old man has lived to this age. , this is the first time I heard someone say that I am handsome. My master used to call me an old thing, an old guy, and an old lizard, but you think I am handsome. Hahaha, you really have to be a gentleman from Earth to know the difference! "

"The noble men who are inbred are always the least knowledgeable. You just get the evaluation you deserve." Luo Minggang started to speak, and then he felt that the topic seemed to be wrong, and quickly said: "We still have to properly..."

"Understood, resist appropriately, right? "The Theory of Defense Almighty" tells us that if the combat effectiveness and firepower of both sides are unbalanced, the troops should not be limited to the visible defense lines of the towns. If necessary, the landed Empire can The enemy has introduced us to our home ground. The sand sea, rocks and mountains can all be our defense lines."

"Have you ever learned the art of war? That's disrespectful!" Luo Ming subconsciously began to clasp his fists.

Although the old Shamin didn't understand this etiquette very well, he thought it was very elegant, so he also raised his hands and said, "Old man, if I hadn't been older, I would have gone to the Lunar Military Academy to take the exam. ”

Luo Ming was naturally in awe, but he finally found a chance to speak: "The Tulong Command means that at the appropriate time, you should prioritize preserving your own continuation. My book, I’m from the Ministry of Agriculture! Why should I report this kind of thing?”

The old sand miner suddenly fell into silence.

Luo Ming couldn't understand Sha Min's expression. Anyway, to him, it looked like the face of a brave and ferocious carnivorous dinosaur. But he also knew that the opponent's thugs were literally as big as cattail fans. He thought It wouldn't take more than a few seconds to crush his own neck.

If you think about it carefully, the physical quality of human beings can really only be regarded as mediocre among all intelligent races in the universe. If they are not psykers, they appear to be quite fragile in all aspects.

However, he still bit the bullet and explained: "South of Mount Kililuo is an endless plain. Although the four newly built towns here have shields and forts, if they are really bombed by the empire, they will be destroyed. There is no room for resistance. The headquarters has approved that the town government and the security station can surrender to the empire at any time if necessary. As for you... To be honest, Tulong has no way to send any reinforcements to the south of Mount Kililuo. ”

Luo Ming was waiting for this dinosaur-like burly old warrior of the Sand People to get angry, but the other party's mood was unusually stable: "It's really a curse from the gods! But the year before last, the predators arrived here. On the Red Star, the Star of Victory, Under the leadership of the God of Dawn, they were also taken care of by us."

The old warrior leader showed a look of remembrance. However, Luo Ming was more interested in this "God of Dawn".

His assistant Renner quickly explained in a low voice that the so-called "Dragon of Dawn" was of course the current number one general in the community and even the entire universe. The man who brought destruction to the sand people at the siege of Tulon, but then gave them a new life, a life far more prosperous and peaceful than the semi-classical semi-circular era ruled by kings and chiefs.

Therefore, among most of the sand people's slaves, civilians and warrior classes, this earthling has the image of an invincible war god, a ruthless punisher, and a wise ruler.

Therefore, in the ancient mythology of the Sand People, there is a new belief in the "God of Dawn", and its popularity and divinity are very high, second only to the River God, the Earth God, and the Great Demon King, who are equivalent to the founding gods. God of the sky.

...The God of the Sky is the Great Demon King in your context, so the "God of Dawn" becomes the true God, right? It’s such a simple primitive myth, is it so casual?

Luo Ming endured his displeasure and said bluntly: "The imperial devils are much more ferocious than the plunderers!"

The old sandman fell into silence again.

"Besides, Mr. Mao Lin, I'm from the Ministry of Agriculture!" Luo Ming patted the side of the cart and pointed to a large cart parked outside the market, pulling a cart that was three or four stories high. The huge container looks like a mobile warehouse:

"Twenty settlements in the Southern Beggar Plain have No. 7 sweet potato seeds for sowing this summer, special feed for white sandworms, and some other supplies. As you are highly respected, I want you to summon representatives from various ministries and prepare to line up to receive them. "

The old man rubbed his hands gratefully, and his temperament suddenly switched from an old soldier to an old farmer: "I know, you will send it every year. The year before last it was Mr. Bernard, last year it was Mr. Banks, and this year it is Mr. You. Because of these things, everyone’s harvest every year is at least two or three times more than before, and no one has starved to death for three years..."

He paused and shook the scales on his face: "What you mean now is that there will be no more next year, right?"

Luo Ming wanted to tell the other party that as long as the war could be won and the new Yumen government was still there next year, he would definitely send it over, but he could not guarantee even this.

At this time, I saw this dinosaur-like old sand man grinning again, revealing his sharp teeth: "Speaking of which, last year, all the rich gentlemen from the country ran away, saying they wanted to join us. The gentleman who built a spicy and sour white worm strips processing factory here didn't even transport the equipment for laying the foundation. I heard that a large number of local civil servants came here the day before yesterday. You are a special commissioner of the Ministry of Agriculture. Why did you come here instead? What about taking office?"

Luo Ming looked at the other person's teeth and suddenly felt that they were particularly pleasing to the eye.

"...You are really well informed."

"My eldest son works as a workshop director in the Tulong factory, my second son is in the police force, and my third son runs a white sandworm buffet restaurant in Tulong. His oil-fried white sandworms are definitely the best in Xinyumen, and you may have tasted them."

Except for Yu Lian's snake spirit disease, which serious earthling would want to eat white sandworms?

"Also, my youngest son is in the 38th Division, in Yaochi. The curse of the gods! Director Luo, we sand people hate the sky and the universe the most, but now someone has gone to another planet. Can you believe it?"

"..." Two years ago, I didn't believe that I was not a good mayor, and came to the front line to take office.

"My sons have given birth to ten grandsons. In the past, we didn't even expect to be able to feed them all." Old Shamin paused and said solemnly: "My four adult grandsons will also be able to take care of them this time." Go on an expedition with me."

"Old sir..."

"Don't stop me! You're not from the security headquarters, so you can't control me. Don't worry, the old man knows how to fight, and he won't be stupid enough to hide in the town and get bombed on the Peace Principle."

"No, I mean, may the spirit of the universe and the gods bless you. Times have changed, and the universe and the sky are no longer villains."

Luo Ming finally regained his composure and finished his job.

In short, under the organization of the prestigious Mr. Mao Lin, representatives of various tribes also gathered and lined up to receive their own benefits: improved drought-resistant grain seeds, feed for white sandworms, and various medicines for people, livestock, and crops. , as well as information cards that provide settlement mobile schools.

After completing these tasks, special correspondent Luo Ming took his two generals, Heng Ha, and drove the off-road vehicle in the direction of Mount Kililuo. Carts with most of the cargo unloaded followed closely behind.

"At this time in previous years, everyone was as lively as the Chinese New Year. But this time, it's like receiving a draft..." Assistant Renner, who was sitting in the co-pilot, said.

This is an old bureaucrat from the Tulong Governor's Government. He has been an ordinary clerk for ten years. His ability is certainly not outstanding, but he is definitely well-informed. At least he is very familiar with the local area of ​​Xinyumen.

"New Year?" Luo Ming heard a different meaning from his words.

It can be seen that the support rate for the new Yumen Directorate Government among the sand people in the South Kiro Plain area is quite good. If the Battle of Tulon five years ago destroyed the will of the sand people's nobles to resist, then everything that happened to the Directory after that was to repair this crack.

Luo Ming could see different emotions and attitudes on the faces of each representative of the Sand People tribe.

Although there are fearless fighters like Mr. Spearlin, there are also people who dare not make eye contact with each other and tremble when connecting supplies, as if they are not receiving grain seeds and feeds sown in the summer, but hot ones. Like a windfall.

Not being a rookie, Luo Ming certainly understood the signal. In other words, most of them showed a sense of guilt, which was an unexpected surprise.

After bidding farewell to the largest town in Nanbei Plain, the group drove off-road vehicles and continued on the road. Of course, the giant RV that had been moved from the warehouse followed suit.

On the left side of their road, a group of sand people militiamen were conducting formation training. They kill loudly, they are full of enthusiasm, they are young and vigorous, and they are full of longing for honor. They grew up after the administration of the new Yumen Directorate was on the right track, and they naturally felt that they should fight against another group of humans under the leadership of the people on Earth to protect their homeland.

Director Luo, the (deputy) commissioner sitting in the back seat, was not interested in this. He had seen this scene too many times. He originally wanted to sort out the report information, but the car took a slight turn at this time. Luo Ming raised his head, and the scene on the right side of the road, under the gentle slope, attracted his attention.

On the flat field over there, thousands of huge mounds of soil are placed in an orderly manner on the fertile field, and are laid layer upon layer beyond the distant skyline.

To be honest, if you are someone who rushes to Xinyumen, you will definitely be shocked by this scene. These mounds, which are generally in the shape of a pyramid, look like giant termite nests at first glance, but at a closer look they look like grave mounds. Such a large area spread together is really scary. It would be even more interesting if there were some green lights floating in the middle of the mound and one or two white flags on the trees.

Then, on the field composed of mounds of earth, there was really a green light flashing across it. It was an agricultural robot painted green. Its main job was to scan the temperature and humidity of these white sand insect fields to ensure that the insects could grow freely.

Yes, these mounds are the breeding grounds for white sand worms, and they are indeed the main source of protein for the sand people.

At this moment, in addition to the robots floating in the sky, there are thousands of farmers wearing No. 5 mechanical gloves, working hard in the sandworm fields.

Most of them were sand people, but there were also a few curious Lumina people, and several humans who looked very professional.

Luo Ming recognized one of them. He was an ecological agriculture expert from the mainland. He came here before the war broke out. He had only talked and laughed with him a few times.

The farmers paid no attention to the military training ground opposite, nor did they pay attention to the convoy of the Ministry of Agriculture passing by on horseback. The white sand insect field in front of them is their entire world.

As an agricultural commissioner, Luo Ming has actually seen many such insect fields, but he is still very interested.

He stood up, took the terminal and called up the camera operator, and took a picture of this scene.

The driver Dai Jia said: "The largest insect field is right here! It was built three years ago, and now it is the largest insect field on the entire planet."

Assistant Renner said: "The sweet potatoes produced in Xinyumen have too thick fiber and cannot be eaten by humans with bad teeth. On the contrary, the white sand worm is a good thing. It is crunchy and soft. When you bite it, it is full of oil. I heard that amino acids are also Six times as much as chicken.”

Dai Jia was very satisfied: "Oh, it's rare for you to say something human."

Can any decent human being really swallow white sandworms? Luo Ming clicked his tongue in surprise.

The convoy continued to move forward, and soon left behind the town's signal tower, the patches of sandworm fields, and the robots hovering over the fertile fields.

"...What will happen here after the Imperial people come?"

"Keep farming. People like Father Spearlin will resist, but most people still have to live." The one who spoke was still Dai Jia. As the sand driver, bodyguard and guide of the team, he is also an ace tank commander of the New Yumen Guards. He has always been a straightforward person.

He thought for a moment and then added: "Of course, there must be many people who feel that an opportunity has come, right?"

"Opportunity?" Luo Ming's brows twitched and he looked at the rifle placed beside his seat.

"It's not like all the city lords and royal chiefs are dead. There will only be some people who think that when the empire master comes, he can support them to become the second master. Such people will have some influence at any time, just like The white sand worm has a flying shape, and you can't see it normally. You can always dig out a lot by digging into the nest." Dai Jia sneered:

"However, those who will be affected by these people are just a bunch of people, and they won't be able to make a big impact! In comparison, Great Elder Hessen and Kaz Khan were all heroes of the sand people."

Luo Ming was slightly startled by these two long-lost names that should have been buried in history.

Dai Jia said frankly: "I also participated in the Battle of Tulong back then, riding a speeding dragon with my master as a cavalry. Hahahahaha, then? Then I was captured by the subordinates of Commander Yu Company."

"What a fate! What happened next?" Luo Ming suddenly became interested and motioned for the other party to speak seriously.

"Later, Commander Yu Company left, but Commander Bonaparte from the garrison came. She asked me what I wanted to do. I said I knew nothing but being a soldier, and it didn't matter who I served as a soldier. I was trapped. A Community Marine vest first became a stormtrooper, then a fireman, then a tanker, and then became your driver."

"Young Master, you have obviously passed the Directory Government's examination. From now on, you will be a civil servant of the new Yumen Government, and you will be among the first batch of civil servants of the Sand People." Renner laughed.

Luo Ming didn't find it strange. My Shamin driver speaks very well and must have studied hard. Now it seems that he is a talented person with great learning ability.

If he had been born in the big city of Galaxy, he might have been admitted to Ocean University as a graduate student by now.

"I have been fighting since I was born, why don't I want to do something else?" The commander of the Sandman tank said angrily: "If the imperial devils hadn't come, I would have been sent out to be the mayor by now! Even if it’s the mayor of Beihai Plateau, he’s still the mayor! As for me...wait, there’s an enemy attack!”