Him and their stars

The officers couldn't help but express admiration as they looked at the Governor-General who had switched from a panic-stricken surrender faction to a passionate and generous war faction in an instant.

"It's rare for the Governor to understand the righteousness. It's really admirable." Eleanor shook the Governor's fat hand movedly and said: "However, I don't have enough troops under my command. Can you also hand over the Governor's Guards?" How about giving unified command to the subordinates?"

I only have this little corner and you want to pry into it? His Excellency the Governor nodded painfully.

"Also, if you don't mind it being troublesome, can you also hand over the city shield headquarters, drone array and planetary cannon to me?"

"This, this, the rest is easy to talk about, but the planetary cannon..."

"Second Lieutenant Cruise, tell me, why are you here? Did you run away from the battle? Did you steal a public weapon?"

"I've thought about it! The city's largest fortress cannon is an important weapon of the country. According to the law, it should be managed by the Governor's Palace and the Citizens' Assembly. But now is an emergency after all. I will write a warrant and ask the central control room to obey you. Ordered."

"Also, the force of only 3,000 people is too stretched after all. Even the few guard towers on the periphery cannot stand. I hope that you can recruit at least 10,000 temporary militiamen in the name of the Governor's Palace and hand them over to the garrison headquarters. Temperance, and opened the warehouse to distribute weapons to them. Oh, by the way, the recruitment of militia requires settlement expenses. A poor soldier who is a low-ranking official really does not have this kind of wealth. "

The implication is that financial subsidies from the Governor's Office will be used. If the Governor's Mansion cannot pay the bill, it can also ask the Governor to subsidize it privately. Then, Governor Yamadera became furious: "You, don't push yourself too far!"

"Cruise is such a coward! A mere second lieutenant is so rampant! Tell me, is there some collusion behind the scenes?"

"Give it, give it, I'll give it all, I'll give it all!"

"Then thank you, Your Majesty the Governor, for your strong support! On behalf of the 700,000 people and 3,000 troops, I thank you!" Eleanor smiled, quite brightly but also quite sinister. Then she took out her pistol and shot through the gun immediately. Lieutenant Cruise's forehead. His wails suddenly stopped.

The Governor looked at Cruz, who was still staring at death, with mixed emotions, then looked at Eleanor, and gritted his teeth: "You, you are very good..." He himself didn't know whether his words were mostly thankful or resentful, he just left He cast an angry but useless threatening look, and then left with a sad attitude.

The officers remained silent, feeling cold in their hearts as they looked at Cruz's body being dragged out. But they also know that if they don't carry out this woman's orders properly, they might be the next one. Thinking about it more carefully, this crazy woman used a pistol instead of the Vulcan cannon on the mecha when she killed Cruise, which can be regarded as leaving some dignity. Actually, really, we can still communicate well, right?

Ever since, the string that was tightened by fear just clicked and was broken by greater fear and Stockholm syndrome, and what followed was a kind of self-destructive fanaticism.

"The millions of sand people outside are just a million pigs! Please don't worry, sir! We will definitely chop off the heads of those barbarian chiefs and come back to tie necklaces for you!" Major Sanga assured Eleanor, patting his chest. .

"Yes, sir, we have strong troops and strong horses, and the three armies are at their wits' end!"

"Fight, sir!"

"Let's fight!"

"Very well, gentlemen, but we can't fight now! To achieve a complete victory, we still need to be patient for the time being and wait for the time to come. First of all, we must continue to ensure the surveillance of the enemy. In addition, the recruitment of militia must be stepped up. Everything must be done Please, everyone.”

The officers left in high spirits. Seeing that they were far away, Eleanor suddenly smiled: "Uncle Louis, I bet that the courage of these people can only last three days at most."

"It's not short anymore. Master said that one hour can determine the outcome of a battle."

"Yes, so we can only hope that the scheduled reinforcements can arrive."

Major Dorsett rolled his eyes covertly, but Eleanor still looked at him and said angrily: "I'm not talking about Yuri and the skirmishers who came back from the outer military station, I'm talking about the outer ring..."

"I didn't say anything! Miss."

Eleanor "tsk" and began to play with her pigtails irritably again.

"In addition, compared to the security personnel at the outer military stations, the refugees rushing here are more worrying!"

Eleanor Bonaparte was silent for a long time, patted her head, and sighed with a headache for the first time.

Yes, there are about 700,000 citizens of the Blue Star Community in the New Yumen Star, and more than 600,000 of them live in Tulon. The rest are concentrated in some fortified small towns, plantations and mining areas, coupled with a transportation network monitored and protected by tower-like military stations, this forms the foundation of the community's rule on this planet - it sounds like Sound familiar?

The small fortified stronghold has heavy weapons, mercenaries, and gun-toting mobs, but it is not afraid of attacks by ordinary sand people. But the scale is limited after all. Once the sand people gather a large army and also have weapons (I don't know where they came from), these strongholds will be quite dangerous. Some people are stubborn and unwilling to give up the property they have managed their whole life and choose to hold on; some people will subconsciously drag their families and families to escape to the place they think is safest, which is Tulong.

But the problem is that the army of sand people gathered too fast - in fact, it was not that they were too fast but that the people in the intelligence department of the security force responded too slowly - and now we don't know how many refugees are blocked outside the city. Life and death are difficult to know.

Now, there is a group of more than 300 refugees. After nearly a week of trekking, they are getting closer and closer to Tulong Port, and everyone feels more relaxed.

Plantation owner Wang Yougui, who was sitting in the cab of the cart, stuck his head out of the window and said, "Xiao Kaizi, everything is fine with our cart and livestock."

"My name is Kelvin...forget it, boss, don't worry, we are almost here in Tulon." The person who answered him was a cowboy in his thirties, carrying a long gun on his back and a pistol at his waist, riding on the horse A genetically modified sand horn horse has been following the convoy at a fast pace, but it does not show any signs of fatigue.

In Xinyumen, the so-called plantations often cover thousands of acres. In addition to those spice farms, there are also large tracts of artificially cultivated pastures for grazing, which naturally requires cowboys. In addition to helping their bosses herd cattle and cultivate the fields, these people also serve as bodyguards. On average, everyone has more than one life (of the sand people) at their disposal.

When they first escaped from the plantation, they were still a little guilty, but as the surrounding neighbors and townspeople automatically gathered together, more and more people gathered together, and everyone gradually relaxed.

Now, this team has 20 large and small vehicles, more than 50 beasts of burden, and more than 200 guns. They do not feel that ordinary sand people caravans pose a threat to them.

However, Wang Yougui has life experience as an elder. "The closer we get to the ground, the more careful we have to be. I've been feeling so scared lately, and now I only have the spices in the car. I have to sell them to get some money back."

"Don't worry, Congressman Jiang said that he will definitely persuade the merchants to buy our goods at a discount. You won't suffer much loss. When the sand people retreat, we can go home and start over..." This way my Jobs and wages are saved.

"Xiao Dongzi? I watched that kid grow up. I didn't know he was a man of sex? He hasn't said a few truths since he was a child. The bigger he gets, the louder he becomes! After reading a few books, he becomes uncanny all day long. I just can’t believe it…”

Cowboy Kelvin listened absently, his eyes occasionally glancing at a truck behind him.

Wang Yougui said angrily: "The little widow also has a dragster with her!"

"I, I know..." Anyway, I'm just a lost dog whose wife and children both died of illness. Don't dislike anyone.

"She's still a college student, so she can't look down on you, an embryo-killer."

"This, it doesn't matter. Last time I gave her food, she smiled at me and gave me a book to read." The cowboy said that he couldn't read literary novels, but he felt that this must be the bud of true love. After his wife and son died of illness, he lost his job and had to go to the colonies to work as a cowboy. It has been five or six years now, and it is time to start a new life.

"Forget it, it's all unreliable. I'd better go and discuss it with the eldest lady from the alliance." The old farmer shook his head angrily, but he felt that he couldn't lose face if he had to apologize to someone who could be his granddaughter at an age. , suddenly confused, rolled his eyes and leaned on the chair.

His gaze naturally tilted up, and then suddenly stiffened. Behind the mountain ridge in front, a group of sand people riding velociraptors showed their heads, and then they let out excited screams.

Of course, the cowboy Kelvin also noticed the clues. He quickly turned back on his horse and shouted while running: "Someone is coming. Old people, women and children, don't get off the car. Men, get your guns. Get your guns and prepare to fight! Miss Mar, don't get off the bus." , be sure to keep an eye on little Lina!”

On the bus, a delicate and elegant woman met the eyes of a cowboy passing by the window. Their glances exchanged a thousand words. She hugged her little daughter tightly and silently prayed to the spirit of the universe.

Cowboy Kelvin continued to gallop and ran towards the largest RV in the center of the team: "Mr. Stein, Mr. Stein, there is an enemy attack!"

"I saw it." Mercenary Ash Stern stood up on the roof of the car calmly and calmly inserted a magazine into his large pistol.

It was a man of about twenty-five years old, with a stern face, dark skin, and a body as strong and powerful as a panther. He had short bronze hair and a pair of yellow yellow eyes. To aliens, this person naturally seems to be a member of the human race, but earthlings know at a glance that he is definitely not an earthling.

He is a mercenary and adventurer from the Free Galaxy Alliance, and is now the bodyguard of Congressman Jiang Yudong.

And his employer now cautiously raised his head in the car and asked in a low voice: "Uh, Ash, there are enemies coming, we are here..."

"Don't worry, Mr. Congressman, if it's just the sand people riding big lizards with guns and bows, even if there are ten thousand people, I will definitely be able to protect you." The corner of Ash Stern's mouth raised. A careless but evil smile.

"That's good..." The congressman felt relieved. Although I don't like the other party's greasy and frivolous attitude, I still trust his professional ability.

"Of course, if the sand people have tanks, there's nothing I can do about it, hahahaha... Damn it, they really have tanks!"

Niang Xipi, your uncle! Why do you want to learn how to speak like me?

Councilor Jiang Yudong was immediately filled with grief and anger.