Him and their stars

Summers' tone was very casual, as if he was talking to a friend he had known for many years.

Luo Ming also made a malicious joke casually: "Yes, yes! The technical consultant of the New Yumen Defense Command, the chief planner of the Tulong Factory, you are listed as a consultant, but you do all the work of the chief of staff. There are many people who call you Chief Summers behind your back."

The other party fell into a brief silence, and a rhythmic electronic light seemed to flash in his clear brown eyes.

Then, he showed a smile that was not to be shirked. Although he was still thin and elegant, like a herbivorous or even neutral-style beautiful boy, his whole temperament was high-spirited and his spirit was humble.

"Commander Carter and everyone else are willing to trust me, and I am indeed the most suitable candidate."

Luo Ming nodded and said, "Indeed, if you can stay until graduation, you should have a share of the Tiger Talisman based on your GPA. At least you can squeeze out my roommate... er, sorry. Thomas."

"It's been a long time since I last heard this name!" A trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, but overall he seemed very calm, as calm as a real robot.

He was indeed one of the best civilian students in the Central National Defense University, but he left the Moon Military Academy in a way that no one wanted to see. Therefore, the military academy established in the imperial colonial era and endowed with infinite glory by Marshal Victoria Li was also shrouded in a shadow.

This shadow still needs to be dispelled by the gorgeous appearance of other classmates in the naval world and the series of achievements that followed.

However, glory has nothing to do with him, but the shadow will always be with him.

Summers, the young man whose spelling is Thomas backwards, laughed heartily, and there seemed to be a faint electronic tremor in his voice: "Hahaha, how many years ago did this happen? My enemy...he helped me deal with half of it, and I also avenged the other half, so naturally I can turn the page. Moreover, a blessing in disguise, this incident has turned my life upside down after all."

"...Yes, it is indeed quite earth-shaking." Luo Ming looked at his old classmate with a complicated look.

After not seeing him for several years, his appearance has actually hardly changed from that year, and he is still the thin and frail young man. The contour of his cheeks is too pale, but his facial features are too delicate, all like a teenager who has just entered high school.

However, the submissive temperament and the humble smile that subconsciously flatters people have long disappeared. As for his current appearance, I don't know how much of it is naturally formed.

"I'm talking about the changes that can be called guiding life." Summers said.

"That's what I said. It's hard to regard you as a human being." Luo Ming muttered.

"I finally understand, Lao Luo, humans actually have limits. Or, compared to human thoughts and souls, our bodies are too weak. Our limits are too obvious."

Luo Ming thought of the old sand warriors who looked like dinosaurs and the four-handed Lumina soldiers, and immediately felt that what the other party said made sense.

"If you want the soul not to be burdened by the body, you must break through this limit, and you need to use external forces to improve the level of life. One is the spiritual power that is regarded as the messenger of God, but this does not belong to everyone, but only to the privilege of the chosen ones. For example, that person. Hahaha, he and our classmates were still mortals for the first three years. As a result, once he awakened, he went to the heavenly man. It's really unreasonable."

"Yes, it's really unreasonable." Luo Ming agreed.

"There is another way, which is my method, which is a very reasonable method." Summers stretched out a finger, and a gun muzzle popped out of the fingertip.

Luo Ming thought of the shocking spear thrown by the captain of the cybernetic cavalry, Tutu, and had to admit that the other party's words made more sense, so he nodded subconsciously.

Summers immediately became interested: "How about it, Lao Luo, are you interested? I see that you have been riding an off-road vehicle for two months recently, and your kidneys may need some maintenance. Why not just change..."

"Shut up! You heretic! I still want to go back to my hometown to be an official, at least to be the mayor." Luo Ming put his hands on his chest and made a cross.

After all, Xinyumen is in the New World. The unsophisticated Sand People don't care about whether they are cybernetic or not, but it's another matter in the Galaxy.

"What a pity. The local cybernetic ban has actually been lifted."

"But being an official is another matter. Ordinary people can't accept that their mayor is a non-mainstream swindler. No, your image is actually not as good as a non-mainstream swindler."

"... Non-mainstream swindler" Summers was probably hit a little, and his face began to stiffen.

Luo Ming shrugged and started to talk business: "Most of the tribes in the Nanqiluo Plain still support us. In response to the arrival of the empire, they have organized at least four militias with a total strength of more than 100,000. Their fighting spirit is high, abnormally high."

This is not to report good news but not bad news. Although most of the tribal representatives looked worried, and there were also people who only wanted to spend their days farming, herding and raising insects, they did not stop the young and strong in the tribe from joining the army. Objectively speaking, they are actually much more tolerant than the people in Terra.

Luo Ming, who used to be a local official in the native land, has a lot to say. He really saw that when the war just broke out, the miracle ring was transmitted back to the country in one hour and twenty-two minutes, and the whole country looked like a bereaved family.

At that time, the general public opinion was not about resistance or surrender, but about what kind of surrender would be more smooth.

"Because the city-state kings and tribal chieftains in the north and south of Mount Qililuo have basically been transformed by us. They actually don't support the community at all, but they are very supportive of the current New Yumen Government."

Thinking of his own state, he added: "I am talking about metaphors, not prosthetic transformation."

Luo Ming was also very interested in this "transformation", of course, it was also a metaphor. As a mortal, although it is inconvenient, I am also very proud. I can't accept putting a battery in my stomach now.

"If I have the opportunity to be a local official in a star region in my homeland in the future, maybe I will need this kind of "transformation."

"First, we need to eliminate the diehards, the kind of physical elimination. This is what Akina Yama Hachiman did, and the subsequent transformation is the work of the workers. Let the world change, and people's hearts can also be transformed." Summers said.

What is certain is that whether it is changing the world or changing the appearance, the work effect is still very obvious.

"But I don't want them to put up a direct resistance to the Empire. Even if they want to resist, they have to be careful about the methods."

"That's why you ordered all the organized troops to retreat to the mountains, deserts, and underground."

Summers nodded calmly: "New Yumen is different from Yaochi. Whether it is Tulong or other towns, they are absolutely undefendable. We can only let the Imperials in and, if possible, make this place their bleeding point. Just like that man did in Said."

"I saw the cannons on the train."

"I almost gave up the entire Tulong. The city, the port, the shield, the factory, and all the city defense cannons." Summers murmured: "...Everyone trusts me."

There are actually many people who oppose, but you just pretend you can't hear them. Even the Nantianmen side hopes that we can delay the Imperial fleet's advance as much as possible. Fortunately, Commander Carter blocked all these voices. Luo Ming thought.

"Then, the most dangerous battlefield is here, in this museum?" Luo Ming looked at the huge statue surface at the gate, and then looked at the elegant Empire-style or Enlightened-style gatehouse, and twitched his eyebrows with some heartache.

The special envoy of the Ministry of Agriculture still believed that if there was no war, this place would definitely have become a tourist attraction. If it were me, the entire complex at the gate plus the parking building and the railway station would soon form a prosperous commercial town. As a result, the commodity logistics of the ten miles and eight villages would also be revitalized.

He turned his head and looked inside the museum again. He knew there was a tunnel leading directly to the underground. I don't know why, although I am just a mortal, I always feel that there is a special army hidden in it.

"Actually, this has nothing to do with you. Thomas." Luo Ming looked directly at his friend from school days, wanting to see his soul from those eyes that were dancing with arcs: "You no longer have any obligations to the community."

Summers laughed dumbly: "Why do you think that I do so much for the community? Why hasn't this damn country perished yet?"

You still say that it's over, isn't this resentment quite deep.

"You gave up planetary defense, gave up city defense, and prepared to let the empire occupy it. It's definitely not just to avoid losses, right? These have nothing to do with you. Thomas. You didn't even tell Yu Lian that you are here, you are you."

The program of the cyborg made him smile with relief, as if answering a question that was not asked: "Life is compared. He always said that the universe was stagnant, and he hoped to make this universe that had been stagnant for a long time move. But if you can't drive backwards once or twice, how can everyone know the horror of stagnation?"

Luo Ming widened his eyes and looked at the other party as if he was looking at a visual spectacle. The other party also responded with silence.

A cyborg and a natural person just stared at each other for a while.

The latter just sighed: "Thomas... When we were still in school, I was not sure whether you had too much responsibility or were just crazy. But no matter what, don't let it become self-destructive."

"You too, Lao Luo. I remember that you passed the local civil service exam."

"I passed the national civil service exam, thank you. A grade, thank you."

"I'm sorry! This is almost as difficult as our Strategic Research Department." Summers smiled.

Luo Ming glanced at him.

Although he is also a lunar person, he did not graduate from the Strategic Research Department, which is known as the "cradle of generals", but from the Logistics and Accounting Department.

You know, outsiders think they are all favored by heaven, but people in the circle know that there is actually a gap between lunar people and lunar people. In front of the Strategic Research Department, other departments are equally despised.

He sighed and said, "I don't understand at all. I was doing well in the public security station in my hometown. I was already the police chief and deputy county chief. I ate hot pot and sang songs every day, and then I was taken away by the people from the Ministry of Agriculture! Then, I was transferred here without knowing why. I thought that after a year of fighting, Xinyumen would be peaceful. I should be able to accumulate a lot of merits and get promoted by coming here. But who could have thought that the empire would come like this? Why did the empire make things difficult for a small civil servant like me?"

"But, you little civil servant. There's a seat reserved for you on the last ship back to the country." Summers said.

"...Yes, when the last ship left yesterday, I regretted drinking two more bottles of Lao Baigan. Now whenever I think of it, I want to slap myself twice."

"Anything else?"

"What, slap? Or my Lao Baigan?" After learning that it was the latter, Luo Ming couldn't help but shout: "I haven't heard that robots can drink."

"I'm a cyborg, I can even eat and have children. In addition, although I no longer have a sense of taste, I actually still retain all the memory information of the aroma and taste of wine, which can now be fed back to the sensory unit."

"What's the point? And it's a waste of my good wine!"

Luo Ming just shouted so rudely, and the cyborg opposite him suddenly paused, as if the whole person's movements had lost frames. He immediately restrained all his expressions, and his eyes flashed with bright electronic light.

"Xin Lushun fell 12 hours ago." Summers said.

"... Then, they will arrive here at any time." Luo Ming said.

"The detector left in Xin Lushun has confirmed the existence of the Vulcan Airan." Summers.

The two did not speak again, but shook hands vigorously. Then, the cyborg strode towards the gate of the museum, as if walking towards his own castle.

Luo Ming watched his classmate's back disappear at the door, and then ran to the off-road vehicle in the square at the door.

When he jumped into the back seat, he heard the driver Dai Jia asked: "Going back to Tulong?"

"Going back! There is only an empty city left there!" Luo Ming shouted: "Go to the second Xin Tulong factory, General Carter will give me a new job."

When the off-road vehicle slid into the wilderness, in the gray sky, under the reflection of the red and blue suns, bright spots of light suddenly rushed into the sky, like a morning star that suddenly flashed.

However, there were dozens of morning stars.

Fortunately, it was not a meteor shower. The imperial devils still have martial ethics. Luo Ming couldn't help thinking so.

...

The flagship of the Galactic Empire's New World Fleet, the Vulcan Airan, was hovering in the planetary orbit of the New Lushun planet, with the Thunder Spirit and the Machi Witch dreadnoughts on both sides. The distance between the ships was no more than 200 kilometers, just like angels surrounding their main god.

Marshal Farrell stood under the bridge, looking at the aqua-blue planet below, and occasionally saw the halo flickering under the atmosphere. He seemed to have seen the explosion set off huge waves on the sea, and the soldiers of the empire passed through the hoarse and deep waves and stepped on every island.

This galaxy only resisted for three hours, which was beyond his expectations.

In fact, it was not difficult to defeat the defenders, but how to accept the facilities left by the earthlings on this planet as completely as possible was the real difficulty.

Half an hour ago, the two orbital hospitals that had been built for more than a year exploded on the spot in front of the eyes of a group of imperial troops, directly taking away two companies of landing troops.

Although the landing soldiers were all death squads composed of slave soldiers, and the average price of buying their lives was less than 50 yuan, Marshal Farrell was still unhappy.

Later, Marshal Farrell also received good news from the front, but this was not good news that could completely comfort him.

"Oh? The community security fleet of Xinyumen fled without a fight?"