Him and their stars.

Chapter 1716: Fighting and living are not in conflict

Luo Ming thought to himself, if these young men could really defeat the gravel dragons and sandworms, I would be Qin Shi Huang.

However, regardless of how much of a mouthful of lies there is, it is certain that they are a group of people who have seen blood, or at least have been trained in the militia and the guard corps, and can indeed be considered a high-quality source of soldiers.

However, this was not Luo Ming's purpose.

"Thank you for your hard work, but..."

The old soldier added, "However, for more than 11 strong men, in addition to the miscellaneous weapons we brought with us, we are still short of C rifles, and we need at least sets of armored skeletons. I asked the quartermaster of the garrison, and he said that he could only give us half of that. Director Luo, you have to make the decision for us on this matter!"

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

"No, I mean..."

"After we gather, we will head to the four nearby towns. After we get our weapons, we can prepare our defenses. Of course, as long as you bring the command from the headquarters, we can also head to Tulong right away. I can lead the Speed ​​Dragon Cavalry Regiment first. If you don't reach Tulong within ten days, you will be beheaded!"

"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 truly domineering. He liked this kind of old man the most.

The old leader of the Sand People warriors grinned to almost ninety degrees, his six large teeth that could be used as daggers were emitting a joyful glow, "Ahahaha! Ahahaha! This is the first time I've heard someone say I'm handsome in my old age. My masters used to call me an old thing, an old freighter, and an old lizard, but you think I'm handsome. Hahaha, it turns out that only a gentleman from Earth can recognize good things!"

"Noble gentlemen who are inbred are always the least discerning. You are just getting the appreciation you deserve." Luo Ming had just started to say this when he realized that the topic seemed to have gone off track, and quickly said, "We still have to appropriately..."

"I see. We should put up a proper resistance, right? The Universal Theory of Defense tells us that if the combat power and firepower of both sides are unbalanced, we should not limit our forces to the visible defense line of the town. If necessary, we can lead the landing imperial devils into our home ground. Sand seas, rocks and mountains can all be our defense lines."

"So you have also learned the art of war? I'm so sorry!" Luo Ming subconsciously began to clasp his fists.

Although the old man didn't quite understand this etiquette, he thought it was very stylish, so he also learned to cup his hands: "If I weren't too old, I would have gone to the moon military academy to take the entrance exam."

Luo Ming was naturally in awe, but he finally found an opportunity to speak: "Commander Tulong means that when the time is right, you should make preserving your own continuation your top priority. I am from the Ministry of Agriculture! Why should I be the one to convey this matter?"

The old sandman suddenly fell into silence.

Luo Ming couldn't understand Sha Min's expression. In his eyes, it was the face of a brave and ferocious carnivorous dinosaur. But he also knew that the other party's hands were literally as big as palm-leaf fans, and it would only take a few seconds to crush his neck.

If you think about it carefully, human's physical fitness can only be considered mediocre among all intelligent races in the universe. If you are not a psychic, you will be quite fragile in all aspects.

However, he still explained: "South of Mount Qililuo is an endless plain. The four newly built towns here, although they have shields and artillery batteries, will have no room for resistance if they are really bombed by the Empire. The headquarters has approved that the town government and the police station can surrender to the Empire at any time when necessary. As for you... To be honest, Tulong can no longer send any reinforcements to the south of Mount Qililuo."

Luo Ming was expecting this dinosaur-like old warrior to get mad, but he remained unusually calm: "This is really a curse from the gods! But the raiders came here two years ago, and we defeated them under the leadership of the Red Star, the Victory Star, and the God of Dawn."

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

His assistant Renner quickly explained in a low voice that the so-called "Dawnbreaker" was of course the current top general of the community and even the entire universe. That person had brought destruction to the Sand People during the Siege of Tulon, but then gave them a new life, a much richer and more peaceful life than the semi-classical and semi-circular era ruled by kings and chiefs.

Thus, among most of the Sand People slaves, civilians, and warrior classes, this Earthling had the image of an invincible god of war, a cruel punisher, and a wise ruler.

Therefore, in the ancient mythology of the Sand People, there was a new belief in the "God of Dawn", and his popularity and divinity were very high, second only to the River God, the God of the Earth, who were equivalent to the founding god, and the Sky God, who was the great devil.

...So the Sky God is the big devil in your context, and the Dawn God is the real God, right? It's really a simple primitive mythology, is it so casual?
Luo Ming suppressed his complaints and said bluntly: "The imperial devils are much more vicious than the plunderers!"

The old sandman fell silent again.

"Besides, Mr. Mao Lin, I'm from the Ministry of Agriculture!" Luo Ming patted the truck bed and pointed to a large truck parked outside the market. It was pulling a huge container that was three or four stories high. At first glance, it looked like a mobile warehouse.

"Twenty settlements in Nanqi Plain, No. 7 sweet potato seeds for this summer's planting, special feed for white sandworms, and some other supplies. You are highly respected, and I want you to gather representatives from all departments and prepare to line up to receive them."

The old man rubbed his hands gratefully, and his temperament suddenly changed from that of an old soldier to that of an old farmer: "I know you send them every year. The year before last it was Mr. Bernard, last year it was Mr. Banks, and this year it is you. Because of these things, everyone's annual harvest 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 really wanted to tell the other party that as long as the war could be won and as long as the new Yumen government was still there next year, it would definitely be sent over, but he couldn't even guarantee that.

At this time, the dinosaur-like old man of the sand people opened his mouth again, revealing his sharp teeth. "Speaking of which, last year, all the rich gentlemen from the local area ran away. The gentleman who said he wanted to build a sour and spicy white worm strip processing factory here didn't even transport the foundation equipment away. I heard that a large number of local civil servants ran away the day before yesterday. You are a special commissioner of the Ministry of Agriculture, why did you come here to take up the post?"

Luo Ming looked at the other person's teeth and suddenly found them particularly pleasing to the eye.

"You are really well-informed."

"My eldest son is the workshop director at the Tulong factory, my second son is in the security team, and my third son runs a white sandworm buffet restaurant in Tulong. His fried white sandworms are definitely the best in Xinyumen. You may have tasted them."

Apart from that lunatic Yu Lian, which decent person on Earth would want to eat white sandworms?

"Also, my youngest son is in the 38th Division, in Yaochi. Curse from 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 couldn't believe that I would give up my position as the mayor and run to the front line to take office.

"My sons gave birth to ten grandchildren. In the past, we didn't expect to be able to support them all." The old man paused and said in a deep voice: "My four adult grandchildren will also go to the battle with me this time."

"Sir..."

"Don't stop me! You are not from the Security Command, 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."

"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 calmed down and finished his job.

In short, under the organization of the prestigious Mr. Mao Lin, representatives from various tribes also gathered and lined up to receive their own benefits: improved drought-resistant grain varieties, feed for white sandworms, various medicines for humans, livestock and crops, and information cards for the settlement's mobile schools.

After finishing these tasks, Special Envoy Luo Ming, along with his two generals, drove an off-road vehicle towards Mount Qililuo, with a large truck that had unloaded most of the goods following closely behind.

"At this time of year in previous years, everyone was as busy as if it were Chinese New Year. But this time, it's like receiving a conscription notice..." said Renner, the assistant sitting in the passenger seat.

This is an old bureaucrat in the Tulong government. He has been an ordinary clerk for ten years. His ability is certainly not outstanding, but he is definitely knowledgeable and at least very familiar with Xinyumen.

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

It can be seen that the Sand People in the South Qiluo Plain area have a good support rate for the New Yumen Government. If the Battle of Tulong five years ago broke the will of the Sand People nobles to resist, then everything the Government has done since then is 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 were high-spirited and fearless fighters like Mr. Mao Lin, there were also people who dared not look him in the eye. They were shaking when receiving supplies, as if they were not receiving summer seeds and fodder, but hot windfall.

Luo Ming was no rookie, so he certainly understood the signals. In other words, most people showed a sense of guilt, which was already a pleasant surprise.

After bidding farewell to the largest town in Nanqi Plain, the group drove the off-road vehicle and continued on their way. Of course, the huge RV that was as big as a warehouse followed closely behind.

On the left side of their road, a group of Sand People militiamen were conducting formation training. They were shouting and fighting, they were enthusiastic, they were young and strong, and they were full of longing for honor. They grew up after the administration of the New Yumen Government was on the right track, and naturally felt that they should fight against other humans under the leadership of the Earthlings 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 wanted to sort out the report materials, but the car turned a corner 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 and thousands of giant mounds of earth are neatly arranged on the fertile land, and layer upon layer stretch beyond the distant horizon.

To be honest, if you rush to Xinyumen, you will definitely be shocked by this scene. These earth piles, which are generally in the shape of pyramids, look like giant termite nests at first glance, but they look like graves at second glance. Such a large area spread out together is really creepy. If there are some green lights floating in the middle of the earth piles, and one or two white flags on the trees, it will be even more interesting.

Then, a green light really flashed across the field of dirt. It was a green-painted agricultural robot, whose main job was to scan the temperature and humidity of the white sandworm fields to ensure that the worms could grow freely.

Yes, these piles of soil are the breeding fields for white sandworms, 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 Labor No. 5 mechanical gloves working hard in the sandworm fields.

Most of them were Sand People, but there were a few curious Lumina, and several humans who looked very professional.

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

The farmers paid no attention to the military training ground across the street, nor to the passing convoy of the Ministry of Agriculture. The white sandworm field in front of them was their world.

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

He stood up, took out the terminal and activated the camera to record the scene.

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

Assistant Lunna said: "The sweet potatoes produced in Xinyumen are too coarse, and people with bad teeth can't eat them. On the contrary, white sandworms are good stuff, they are soft and crunchy, and they are full of fat when you bite them. I heard that the amino acid content is six times that of chicken."

Dai Jia was very satisfied: "Wow, it's rare for you to speak human language."

Is there really a decent human being who can swallow a white sandworm? Luo Ming was amazed.

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

"…What will happen here when the Imperials come?"

"Keep farming. People like Father Maolin will resist, but most people still have to make a living." It was still Dai Jia who spoke. As the driver, bodyguard and guide of the team, he was also an ace tank commander of the New Yumen Guards, and he was always a straightforward person.

He thought for a moment and added, "Of course, there must be many people who will think that this is an opportunity, right?"

"Opportunity?" Luo Ming's eyebrows jumped and he looked at the rifle placed next to his seat.

"It's not like all the city lords and kings are dead. Some people just think that when the empire comes, they can be supported to become the second lords. People like this will always have some influence, just like the shit of white sandworms. You can't see them at ordinary times, but you can always dig out a lot of them if you dig out their nests." Dai Jia sneered:

"But those who are influenced by these people are just a mob, and they can't achieve anything great! In comparison, Great Elder Hesen and Kazi Khan were all heroes of the Sand People."

These two long-lost names, which should have been buried in history, made Luo Ming slightly stunned.

Dai Jia said frankly, "I also participated in the Battle of Tulong. I followed my master and rode a speed dragon as a cavalryman. Ahahahaha, what happened next? Later, I was captured by Commander Yu Lian's men."

"This is really fate! What happened next?" Luo Ming suddenly became interested and motioned for the other party to tell him seriously.

"Later, Commander Yu left, and Commander Bonaparte of the Guard came. She asked me what I wanted to do. I said I didn't know how to be a soldier, and it didn't matter who I served. So I was given a vest of the Community Marines, first as a stormtrooper, then as a gunner, then as a tank driver, and then I became your driver."

"Stop it, you have obviously passed the exam of the Directory. You will be a civil servant of the New Yumen government in the future, and the first batch of Sand People civil servants." Renner laughed.

Luo Ming didn't find it strange. His driver, a Shamin, spoke very well and must have studied hard. Now it seemed that he was a very capable learner.

If he had been born in the big city of Yinhe, he might have been admitted to the graduate school of Ocean University by now.

"I was born to fight in wars. Can't I do something else?" The Sand Citizen tank commander said unhappily, "If the imperial devils hadn't come, I would have been sent out to be the mayor! Even if I'm the mayor of the Beihai Plateau, I'm still the mayor! As for me... Wait, enemy attack! Someone's attacking!"