Him and their stars.

Chapter 1720 Life is Comparison
Summers spoke in a casual tone, as if he was talking to an old friend.

Luo Ming also casually made malicious jokes: "Yes, yes! Technical advisor of the New Yumen Defense Command, chief planner of the Tulong Factory, written as an advisor, but 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 smiled as if he was supposed to. Although he was still thin and elegant, like a herbivorous or even androgynous beautiful boy, his temperament was full of vigor and spirit.

"Chief 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, based on your GPA, you should be able to get a share of the Tiger Talisman. At least you can squeeze out my roommate... Uh, sorry. Thomas."

"It's been a long time since I heard this name!" A hint 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. As a result, the military academy, which was established in the imperial colonial era and endowed with infinite glory by Marshal Victoria Li, was also cast a shadow.

This shadow will have to be dispelled by the other classmates' brilliant appearance in the naval world and the series of achievements that follow.

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

Summers, or Thomas spelled backwards, laughed heartily. His voice seemed to carry a faint electronic tremolo. "Haha, how many years ago was this? My enemy...he helped me deal with half of it, and I avenged the other half myself, so naturally I can turn the page. Besides, a blessing in disguise, this incident turned my life upside down after all."

"...Yes, it is indeed a complete change." Luo Ming looked at his old classmate with a complicated look.

After not seeing him for several years, his appearance has hardly changed. He is still the thin and frail young man. His cheeks are too pale, but his facial features are too delicate, like a teenager who has just entered high school.

However, the submissive temperament and the humble smile that subconsciously tried to please others in those days have long disappeared. As for his current appearance, it is unknown how much of it is naturally formed.

"I'm talking about life-changing changes," 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 rather, compared to the human mind and soul, our bodies are too weak. Our limits are too obvious."

Luo Ming thought of the dinosaur-like old Sand People warrior and the four-handed Lumina soldier, and suddenly felt that what the other party said made sense.

"If you want your soul not to be burdened by your body, you must break through this limit, and you need to use external forces to elevate your life level. One is the spiritual power that is regarded as the messenger of God, but this does not belong to everyone. It is only a 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 became a celestial being. It's really unreasonable."

"Yes, it is indeed unreasonable." Luo Ming agreed.

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

Luo Ming thought of the earth-shattering spear throw by Tutu, the captain of the cyborg cavalry, and had to admit that what the other party said made more sense, so he nodded subconsciously.

Summers immediately became interested: "How about it, Lao Luo, are you interested? I see you've 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 want to go back to my hometown to be an official, at least a mayor." Luo Ming put his hands on his chest and made a cross.

After all, New Yumen is in the New World, and the Sand People who have never seen the world don’t care about righteousness or injustice, but the mainland of the Milky Way is another matter.

"What a shame. The ban on prosthetics in the local area has actually been lifted."

"But being an official is another matter. Ordinary people cannot accept that their mayor is a non-mainstream scoundrel. No, your image is actually worse than that of a non-mainstream scoundrel."

"...a non-mainstream guy." Summers seemed to have been hit a little, and his face began to stiffen.

Luo Ming shrugged and started talking about 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 some 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 were much more tolerant than the local people of Terra.

Luo Ming, who had been a local official in his native land, had a lot to say about this. He had really seen it. When the war just broke out, the news of the miracle ring in one hour and twenty-two minutes was transmitted back to the country, and the whole country was in mourning.

The general public opinion at that time was not about whether to resist or surrender, but about what kind of surrender would be more smooth.

"Because the city-state kings and tribal chiefs 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 Governorate."

He thought about his own condition and 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 was inconvenient, he was also proud of it. He could not accept putting a battery in his stomach yet.

"If I have the opportunity to be a local official in a star region in the future, this kind of 'transformation' may be useful to me."

"The first thing is to eliminate the diehards, the kind of physical elimination. This is what Akina Hachiman did, and the subsequent transformation is the job of the workers. Changing the world can change people's hearts as well." Summers said.

What is certain is that no matter whether it is a complete change or a makeover, 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 use proper methods."

"That's why you ordered all 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, we can never defend them. We can only let the imperials in and, if possible, make this place their bleeding point. Just like what that man did in Saide."

"I saw the cannon on the train."

"I almost gave up the entire Tulon. 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 it, but you just pretend you can't hear it. Even the Nantianmen people hope that we can delay the Imperial Fleet's advance as much as possible. Fortunately, Commander Carter stopped all these voices. Luo Ming thought.

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

The special commissioner 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, plus the parking building and the train station at the entrance, would soon form a prosperous commercial town. As a result, the logistics of goods in the surrounding areas 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 look directly into his soul through those eyes that were dancing with electric arcs: "You no longer have any obligations to the community."

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

You say it's over, but the resentment is quite deep.

"You gave up the planetary defense, gave up the city defense, and prepared to let the empire occupy. It was 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, and you are you."

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

Luo Ming's eyes widened, looking at the other person as if he were looking at a visual wonder. The other person 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 an overly heavy sense of responsibility or were simply crazy. But no matter what, don't let it turn into a self-destructive tendency."

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

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

"Excuse me! This is almost as difficult as our strategic studies department." Summers smiled.

Luo Ming gave the other person a sidelong glance.

Although he is also a moon man, he did not graduate from the Department of Strategic Studies, which is known as the "Cradle of Generals", but from the Department of Logistics and Accounting.

You know, outsiders think they are all favored by heaven, but people in the circle know that there is actually a gap between moon people and moon 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 are just a small civil servant. There is a seat reserved for you on the last ship returning to the country," said Summers.

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

"Any more?"

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

"I am a cyborg. I can eat and even have children. In addition, although I no longer have a sense of taste, I 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 wastes my good wine!"

Luo Ming just shouted so rudely, and the cyborg opposite him suddenly paused, as if his entire movement had been lost. He then restrained all his expressions, and his eyes flashed with bright electronic light.

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

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

"The detectors left in New Lushun have confirmed the existence of the Vulcan Airan." Summers.

The two did not speak any more, but shook hands vigorously. Then, the cyborg strode towards the museum's gate, as if he was walking towards his own castle.

Luo Ming watched his classmate's back disappear at the door before running towards the off-road vehicle in the square at the entrance.

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

"Go back! There's only an empty city left there!" Luo Ming shouted, "Go to the Second New Tulong Factory. General Carter will give me a new job."

As 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 shot into the sky, like a morning star that suddenly flashed.

However, there are dozens of Morning Stars.

Fortunately, it wasn't a meteor shower. The imperial devils still have martial ethics. Luo Ming couldn't help but think so.

……

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

Marshal Farrell stood under the bridge, looking at the aquamarine planet below, occasionally seeing the halo flickering below the atmosphere. He seemed to have seen the explosions 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 my expectations.

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

Half an hour ago, the two orbital hospitals that had been built just over a year ago exploded on the spot in front of the imperial army, directly taking away two companies of landing troops.

Although those landing soldiers were a suicide squad composed of slave soldiers and the average price of their lives was less than 50 yuan, Marshal Farrell was still not happy.

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

"Oh? The New Yumen Community Guard Fleet fled without a fight?"

(End of this chapter)