Strategy game? Then I'll have to control you properly.

With their side achieving a resounding victory and Attila personally slaying the enemy leader, Lin Miao, who had been frozen in place staring intently at her laptop screen the entire time, finally breathed a sigh of relief. She had only one thought in her mind: It's so great to have won, especially with zero casualties.

Li Sushang, who had also witnessed the whole thing, exclaimed in disbelief, "That's amazing! So many people, and they all look like they're really good fighters..."

Li Sushang paused for a moment, then continued, "Although their scale is not large, they are, after all, nomadic people who have survived years of struggle for survival, right? Regardless of gender or age, they are all exceptionally skilled in battle."

Li Sushang, who is in the same situation as Lin Miao, can also see these desktop residents who are invisible to ordinary people.

But this was, after all, a bloody and brutal war. Without any mosaic to cover it up, witnessing the real bloody battle firsthand, rather than a processed film or television work, it would be difficult for anyone to remain calm. Li Sushang's face had already turned deathly pale.

Seeing that the residents on the screen had entered the cleanup phase, Lin Miao felt it was time to let go, so she closed her laptop and casually remarked, "All the software linked to the system can be used even if I switch computers, it's really convenient."

Anyway, there's plenty of time to do the follow-up cleaning and inspection when I get home.

However, before leaving, Li Sushang suddenly had an idea: she wanted Lin Miao to see how she, as a fellow system user, took care of the residents.

Perhaps because she had already seen Lin Miao's version, she didn't shy away from it at all, and directly opened her laptop and turned the screen towards Lin Miao.

Li Sushang raised an eyebrow and asked, "Want to see mine?"

Lin Miao nodded, then looked at the screen, thinking to herself: Is it a forest?

The first thing that catches the eye is not a vast grassland, but a lush natural landscape, more like a basin where plains meet forests.

The outline of a village could be vaguely seen in the picture. When Li Sushang gripped the mouse and zoomed in, a sizable village surrounded by a wooden fence was clearly presented to the two of them.

Although Li Sushang had accepted Lin Miao's suggestion to play the game from the very beginning, the clothing and appearance of the people on the screen were still very different from those of Lin Miao's residents.

Looking at the neglected farmland around the village, Lin Miao asked, "The fields don't need tending anymore, right? After all, you can gather almost all the resources in the game world."

Li Sushang nodded and replied, "That's right. This way, the time and labor saved won't have to be spent all day in the fields; they can be used for other things, which is actually more cost-effective."

Indeed, the large tracts of farmland reclaimed around the village have clearly been neglected for a long time.

Looking at the scene before him, Lin Miao had no idea where this land was located in the game world. Its development trajectory was clearly completely different from that of his villagers.

Lin Miao continued, "Regarding the expansion of your territory, what are your plans? Is it feasible to increase your population by attacking other villages, like the grassland tribes did?"

Li Sushang replied, "I haven't thought about this problem in detail yet, but we recently captured a group of thieves who came to attack us and are making them work as slaves. We'll find a suitable solution eventually."

Lin Miao nodded and said, "Very good. Anyway, we've both weathered the current crisis, and that's enough. Thank you so much for the gift you gave me today."

Li Sushang said with a smile, "I'll contact you once this is all set up. You can come to work anytime. Anyway, we're all sitting at our own desks in front of our computers, isn't it better to work together? It'll also be easier to contact each other in case of an emergency."

Lin Miao responded, "Let's do it that way."

He packed his things, got up, and left his seat.

This concludes today's meeting.

From Li Sushang's tone, Lin Miao could tell that their next meeting would likely be in a more formal office setting.

Back home, Lin Miao immediately turned on her desktop computer. Looking at the screen, she couldn't help but marvel: the population had more than doubled in one go.

On a monitor much larger than a laptop screen, even in the dead of night, the villagers were still working diligently at their respective posts.

In particular, the main force led by Attila is still dealing with the aftermath of the occupied tribes, and managing the surrendered members of the enemy tribes is the most crucial part of the aftermath work.

After all, the number of these surrendered soldiers was several times that of the occupying forces.

From Lin Miao's common sense perspective, it was hard to understand why the other party would be immediately and unconditionally accepted into their tribe after surrendering.

However, if in their culture, population size itself is a form of power, then this practice is not surprising.

Attila, mounted on horseback, kept shouting orders and firmly controlled the situation.

He was making a few surviving enemy soldiers who had chosen to surrender swear allegiance. These were the very people who had dodged Lin Miao's hammer blows, hadn't fought to the last moment, and had ultimately chosen to lay down their weapons.

Perhaps due to the terms agreed upon during the surrender, the surrendered tribal members are now packing their belongings, preparing to leave the villages where they have lived for generations.

Watching this scene, Lin Miao thought to herself: Does this mean I don't have to worry about them stabbing me in the back?

In this inevitably chaotic atmosphere, just in case, Lin Miao dragged the interface and checked all the newly surrendered residents one by one.

The results showed that all personnel were marked as friendly or neutral, with none having a red border indicating a hostile relationship.

If we use the system's mechanism of restricting functions based on hostile relationships to deduce the truth, it is enough to show that these surrenderers did not have any ulterior motives.

Now, in Lin Miao's eyes, these newly joined residents have become a valuable resource containing boundless talent.

[Achievement Completed: Development Stage (2)]

[Achievement Completed: Successful Training (1)]

[Achievement Completed: Annihilation of the Enemy Clan (100/100)]

Taking advantage of this war, Lin Miao also checked on the achievements he had made.

Since the Zerg Hive incident, there haven't been any significant events in the game, causing a flood of unearned achievement points to come rushing in at this moment.

Looking at the soaring achievement points, Lin Miao pondered: Should she unlock new games or programs? Or should she expand upon existing programs?

Now that he had painstakingly earned so many achievement points, the things he could do suddenly became much more numerous. He even considered expanding the desktop shredding function and unlocking permissions even more powerful than the giant hammer.

Even after midnight, Lin Miao remained sitting quietly in her chair, aimlessly browsing the web, while the residents on the screen showed no sign of finishing their work.

"It'll probably take quite a while to get all these things sorted out..."

He sighed softly and raised his hand to click the mouse.

Although this teleportation action may need to be repeated dozens of times, even if he were willing to personally operate the mouse to guide the villagers, the preparations for the migration must be completed. For now, all he can do is wait.

After all, conquering a tribe and then relocating all its inhabitants is not something that can be accomplished overnight. Attila, who was present, had clearly prepared for a long-term stay and had already gone to bed.

Lin Miao made up her mind: she could only prioritize getting the important people back to the village first.

The tasks of handling the aftermath and managing the newly settled residents can be easily assigned to others, but some people bear responsibilities that are far more complex than that.

With that in mind, Lin Miao used the mouse to pick up Lillie and several other key figures, and teleported them directly back to the main village.

Although he wanted these people who had just finished fighting to rest a little longer, he simply couldn't help it.

Once they stop, their growth rate will immediately slow down, and Lillie clearly understands this principle well.

She was exhausted herself, but she first said some comforting words to her companions, Rosie, Bruno, and others, and then shared the joy of victory with the people waiting in the village before turning around and returning home.

Before she entered the room, Lin Miao used a screenshot program to check her detailed stats and found that she was not actually exhausted and should be able to recover on her own through rest.

Lin Miao couldn't help but sigh inwardly: There are so many things to worry about.

These residents are not ordinary game characters. In addition to their stamina, he also needs to pay attention to their status in many other aspects in order to steadily advance various tasks.

Looking at this group of guys who treated him like a god, Lin Miao knew very well that as long as he gave an order, they would fight to the death to hold on.

Despite being just an ordinary person who had worked as a low-level office worker, he now truly understood the hardships of managing an organization of hundreds of people.

That's why he needed someone like Attila, a leader he could trust to manage the administration.

After all, the population will continue to grow in the future. If it really grows to tens of thousands of people, he simply cannot take care of everyone personally.

Lin Miao first teleported Lillie and some other core personnel back to the village. These people who returned to the village quickly began to rest and prepare for the next day's itinerary.

Attila, who was still in the occupied tribe, was unable to rest at all.

Attila did only the bare minimum of preparation before summoning three Oren warriors who had neither resisted nor fled and ultimately chose to surrender, and began to extract various intelligence from them.

These soldiers were terrified after witnessing their comrades suddenly rise into the air and disappear.

After understanding the general situation, Attila asked, "So, the tribal chief Oren here, with Theodore's support, eventually formed this sizable tribe by attacking smaller tribes everywhere?"

Another soldier quickly echoed, his voice still tinged with lingering fear: "That's right. But what exactly happened just now? The sky just snatched people away!"

Attila spoke expressionlessly, calmly reassuring, "It's nothing serious, don't make a fuss."

In Attila's view, Theodore was a typical steppe conqueror. His method of uniting tribes and strengthening himself through force was the most traditional way on the steppe. After all, following the strong was a fundamental principle ingrained in the bones of the steppe people.

Those who resist will be directly defeated and absorbed; those who do not resist will be subdued by his powerful force, forcing tribal leaders to swear allegiance and pay tribute, while granting them minimal autonomy and making them his confidants.

The Oren tribe that Attila occupies today, regardless of what its leader Oren originally intended, is merely one of the vassal tribes that Theodore created in this way.

In fact, a significant portion of the current members of this tribe are from small tribes that were recently absorbed into other tribes.

Ultimately, these people's stance was never firm enough; given the slightest opportunity, they would switch sides at any time.

Attila looked at the terrified surrendered soldiers and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

He knew very well that his men were completely different from these people; they had long since transcended the stage of simply struggling to survive and harbored a much stronger will.

Their sense of mission, dormant within them due to years of struggle for survival, is far too weak. But once they begin to receive the favor of that great one, they will likely no longer dare to act rashly.

Attila changed the subject, asking, "Has word of today's events already reached Theodore's ears?"

Faced with Attila's questioning, one of the warriors quickly replied, insisting, "It shouldn't be. The former tribal chief, Oren, originally wanted to keep all the spoils for himself. He was ambushed like this during the preparation for war, and probably didn't even get the message out."

Another soldier, however, looked worried and hesitated before speaking, "But those who deserted along the way will definitely spread the news..."

Another soldier suddenly realized what was happening and said in frustration, "Oh, speaking of which, that bastard Toro has also disappeared without a trace!"

It would be foolish to expect the news not to leak after causing such a commotion. Many deserters do on the battlefield; where they would take this intelligence is obvious.

Attila, however, said nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter. We will not run away from Theodore, or anyone else. For we bear a sacred mission that we cannot escape."

One of the surrendered soldiers, looking utterly bewildered, couldn't help but ask, "I don't understand. What exactly is that? What's this so-called mission?"

Attila grinned and said in a solemn voice, "Since you are also warriors chosen by that great one, I may tell you."

Attila's nonchalant attitude toward the warning that the great patriarch Theodore might be angry left the warriors astonished, and they couldn't help but ask why.

Attila then took this opportunity to tell them the story of the guardian deity in a solemn voice.

Although the contents sounded unbelievable, Attila himself, and the invincible army he brought with him, were the most conclusive evidence, and the soldiers had no choice but to believe it.

After the story was told, the village, which had been noisy all night, finally quieted down, and the lights gradually went out.

Even though his physical strength far surpassed that of ordinary people after awakening his magic, Mista's face still showed undisguised fatigue. He walked to Attila's side and said in a worried voice, "I'm a little worried about whether it's appropriate to reveal so much information before even returning to the village."

Attila shook his head at Mista and replied, "That's exactly what I wanted. They'll spread the story they just heard, so the new villagers will know our intentions in advance."

Attila continued, "We are different from Theodore, and different from the other tribes of the steppe. Our goals are different, and we possess different things. Once those who still fear us understand this, they will naturally change their minds."

They possess abundant resources and continuous opportunities for growth bestowed by that great being, but behind this generous support lies a price called obligation.

For the grassland people, who have never had fixed principles and whose primary task is survival, asking them to fight with a sense of responsibility and mission may be a very unfamiliar concept.

Attila, however, intended to use this belief as his sharpest weapon.

Attila withdrew his gaze and gave Mista instructions: "Notify all residents tomorrow morning to complete the relocation preparations as soon as possible. That lord might lend a hand and allow everyone to pack their belongings first."

Mista immediately bowed and accepted the order: "Understood."

After giving Mista all his instructions, Attila was finally able to rest.

And He, who was watching their actions while sipping strong coffee, also went to bed around this time.