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"200 years old, or more accurately, 220-230 years old, and I'm already 35. That means even if I die of old age, this helium flash won't affect me..."

"In that case... you shouldn't hold onto the warp technology, since you'll never need it when you die anyway."

"No, what I mean is, since I will never encounter such a tragedy from birth to death, why should I betray my people and hand over this technology to you?"

Old Xia shook his head. Warp drive was the Covenant's top technical secret. If he weren't still alive, activating the self-destruct mechanism would be what he should do.

Terrans are also humans or human subspecies, with no reproductive isolation, and according to Covenant standards, they are a naturalizable race.

In other words, theoretically, if the Covenant discovers Terra, the locals should be able to get ID cards, but they haven't received them yet.

Even if they obtain it, if they cannot become a member of the council and are merely a vassal, the warp technology will not be opened to them. Furthermore, the intensity of wars between humans is not much less than that of wars against other races.

After the One Star Wars, the Covenant fought a nearly 15-year war to reunify the colonies and reclaim those fragmented colonies.

Of course, nearly a century after the war, the original warp technology was gradually made available to members of these human colonies and to their long-standing, loyal vassals.

"But you will also have descendants. I remember you are engaged to a lady from the Swire family. Don't you think about your offspring?"

"If I can't build a spacecraft with a warp drive to launch my wife, children and elderly parents within two hundred years, you're underestimating me, the main force of the retro rocket club."

"Is that enough? Humans are social animals; a society is what they need."

"Assuming they weren't hanged, there's nothing you can do to persuade them about that. Human nature is such a thing..." Old Xia shook his head.

"The first generation are heroes, the second generation are guardian dogs, and the third generation are tyrants, because they hold the most important weapons of civilization. Once control is transferred, in order to eliminate future troubles, do I need to tell you the outcome? Can you guarantee that the Terrans won't do such a thing, or can you guarantee that your and my descendants won't become tyrants?"

"Rather than being hanged by the people, I prefer them to live in their hibernation pods, where they might still have a chance to be found by the Covenant rescue team."

"Wait a minute, you just mentioned a rescue team?" The doctor suddenly caught a word. "Your interstellar delivery capability can get this far?"

"If there is a supermembrane beacon, my answer is: yes," Xia Lin nodded.

"How will your people treat the Terrans? Will they save us, or will it be destruction and conquest?"

"None of that. You will be absorbed. If the first phase of your plan is completed perfectly, only a few people will die in the process. If not... however many of your nobles, historians, bureaucrats, capitalists, and intellectuals there are, that many will die..."

"You can't tolerate dissent?"

"It's because you can't tolerate dissent..." Old Xia shrugged. The Star Alliance didn't mind absorbing some of the strangely developed human culture. After all, the productivity was there, and supporting a bunch of useless people was no problem at all.

However, whether these vested interests can tolerate the Covenant's organizational structure and advanced social system is a technical question.

It's important to understand that what the Star Alliance hates most isn't useless people, but rather "intelligent" people who are useless yet insist on proving their abilities, creating a lot of trouble. Useless people don't consume many resources, but intelligent people do.

"Uh..." The doctor had fallen silent for the umpteenth time. He was right. It was probably the upper echelons of Terra who couldn't tolerate dissent; they couldn't even tolerate the Infected.

Moreover, what about a group of aliens? And once conflict breaks out—the ancient inhabitants might have had leverage in negotiations, but the current Terrans…

"So what's needed to repair that beacon you mentioned?"

"I don't know. I can't fix it, and that guy on the moon probably can't either. Even if we did, do you have the materials?"

"Perhaps... there is."

"Ok?"

"If it wasn't some kind of advanced technology core failure, there might be something in the polar space city..."

"If I had to say, the core was indeed not damaged, or rather, completely damaged, but the other parts were..." shattered into pieces.

"Moreover, they also have sufficiently advanced manufacturing and production equipment. Although our technology is not as advanced as yours, but... wait, what do you think of our technological level?"

Do you want to hear the truth or something pleasant to hear?

"You don't need to say anything more. In short, isn't this a glimmer of hope?"

"Yes, but the final conclusion is that both your Ark Tomorrow Project and my Scream Project require a prerequisite..." The two didn't continue the conversation because the answer was obvious.

The premise is always the same: to unite the entire Terra into one country.

Whether it's organizing an evacuation or conquering the Arctic, manufacturing auxiliary components for communication equipment requires this prerequisite, and one must be prepared to spend half their life on it.

[PS]

Longmen News:

The leaders of Rhodes Island and the Covenant survivors held a cordial and friendly meeting remotely.

Both sides held in-depth discussions on the guidelines and general direction of cooperation in the political, military and economic fields of Terra, and reached a consensus.

During the meeting, both sides exchanged views on future space engineering, immigration, and technological cooperation.

This meeting was beneficial and laid a solid foundation for future cooperation.

Going forward, both sides will further develop cooperation in personnel exchanges, economic assistance, and military cooperation.

This marks an important step towards building a peaceful Terra.

Chapter Sixty-Seven: Human Life is as worthless as grass

Chapter 67

Helium flash is two hundred years from now, but hunger is a problem for tomorrow. After the summit meeting and the consensus reached on the next phase, the topic will inevitably shift from lofty issues like the universe, stars, and the life and death of civilizations back to practical matters and be discussed from a realistic perspective.

Rhodes Island has no more than 1,000 operators and personnel in total, and its combat force is no more than 200. Its only resources are its network of contacts and the Demon King's claim.

The Xia Group, an agricultural products conglomerate, has expanded extremely rapidly. It possesses agricultural productivity that is unimaginable to the Terrans and industrial productivity that is no less than that of any large corporation. Its combat strength exceeds four figures, and its main combat method is an advanced mechanized warfare mode.

However, the drawback is the lack of sufficient management personnel, which allows for rapid expansion and conquest.

However, if an effective state of rule cannot be established, launching a war at this time would either result in an incomplete revolution at best, or a northern expedition at worst, with the fruits of victory stolen and rendered meaningless.

In addition, there is a lack of a platform for a political party, no written laws and a series of related social systems. Building a new society is never easy; it must be improved step by step from the most basic level, rather than relying on short-sighted and reckless advances that expect instant success.

Therefore, both the Doctor and Xia believe it is too early to discuss how to save the world. Xia will still proceed with the original plan and start the agricultural development of Kazdel step by step. No matter what you want to do, the first step is to ensure that everyone has food to eat.

As for the Doctor, he needs to talk to Talulah, reorganize the power of Babel, rebuild the old network of relationships, and begin to formulate a new plan.

Although no agreement was signed, the two sides began their respective cooperative activities in a very tacit manner.

Just as the stars in the sky could not stop Xia Lin's plan to carve ice for water, they could not stop the nomadic alliance's raids and attacks. The outermost few settlements were almost instantly wiped out. The proud warriors galloped freely in the fields, letting their mounts graze on the seedlings, destroying irrigation facilities, and plundering the civilians who had accumulated some savings.

Meanwhile, some distance away, the farm's guard forces finally received reinforcements. Leading the way was a modified Titan vehicle, which replaced the original Originium railgun with a twin-mounted rotary machine gun that could load a 25-kilogram magazine at a time and then fire at high speed for about 2 seconds—a veritable metal storm generator.

It was the best strategy to deal with nomadic cavalry. If it weren't for the need for this modification, reinforcements would have arrived before their attack, and several hectares of land and future harvests wouldn't have been lost.

Following that was an off-road vehicle with a reinforced frame and welded armor, a heavy machine gun with a bulletproof shield mounted on the roof, and a simple fragmentation grenade launcher next to it, also a powerful tool for pursuing the fleeing enemy.

"Is everyone here?" Yelena jumped out of the vehicle. She was wearing a light vest and capri pants, with a scarf around her neck that was slightly pulled up to cover half of her face. She had a rifle on her back and magazines attached to her vest. She looked like the kind of hero who would be in a place like Afghanistan.

"We're here, we've been waiting for you." Mudstone nodded. Her Sarkaz mercenaries were fully equipped with heavy gear, with warhorses draped around them. Guns were hung on one side of the saddle, and on the other side was a simple twin-barreled launcher. With just a step on the launcher, four makeshift mortar shells would fly out, looking quite rudimentary.

"Let's go! While those guys are celebrating, let's wipe them out!" Yelena was in no good mood. No one would be in a good mood if they were called from a comfortable place like Lungmen to this godforsaken place to eat sand.

The troops set off, kicking up clouds of dust, heading straight for the enemy's main force. Such a commotion naturally did not escape the notice of the Sarkaz. "It seems the Shepherd Dogs have arrived. Tell the men to calm down, grab their weapons, and prepare for battle!"

With three thousand elite cavalrymen, plus tens of thousands of auxiliary troops composed of herdsmen, and at least twenty thousand archers, the military leader was confident that he could contend with any force.

Of course, his confidence was justified. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to break in at all and would have had their heads stuck in the fence as decorations by Mudrock's Sarkaz mercenaries.

There were too many people. Even if they collapsed, they would be a huge mass of fleeing soldiers. The destruction caused by fleeing soldiers is far more terrible than that of an organized army. That's why Mudrock and his men waited for reinforcements to arrive before they started to act.

As for the task of defending against these guys who couldn't be defeated and had to take a detour, that was handed over to another group of heavyweight reinforcements, which would surely give those cavalrymen a big surprise.

"Uh..." Patriot squatted down and crushed the broken seedlings on the ground, his expression extremely ugly. Not to mention Ursus, even in Kazdel, at least half of the infected were starving, and these bastards dared to trample on the farmland? Even the inspectors of Ursus wouldn't dare to do this!

“Kill them all, put their heads on the tips of halberds. We don’t need prisoners in this battle.”

The shield guards have formed a defensive formation, and the accompanying auxiliary troops have also occupied buildings such as the water pump station on the edge of the farmland and are setting up defensive equipment.

The billowing dust quickly approached the camp, and the riders from the tribal alliance mounted their horses and began their charge.

However, what emerged from the smoke and dust was not the expected group of cavalry, but heavy chariots. Such behemoths and solid armor were definitely not something that the scimitar in his hand could handle.

The explosive arrows only caused scratches on the steel plates; apart from the paint sprayers in the logistics department, no one was injured. "Load them, tear them apart!"

Two ammunition trays were delivered, and the vanguard riders were instantly torn to pieces, as if they had crashed into an invisible wall, turning into splashes of blood-red spray. The vehicles on both flanks fired light bursts, restraining the enemy's ranks, while the Sarkaz mercenaries equipped with muskets bypassed the main force and cut straight into the ranks of the auxiliary troops.

The chariot troops were not very convenient for capturing prisoners, so the only fate for those samurai was to be completely wiped out.

Because they were nobles, chieftains, and organizers, if they weren't eliminated, there wouldn't be much time to persuade them to surrender and assimilate them. However, these herdsmen were a valuable source of labor.

"Collapse at the slightest touch" literally means "collapse at the slightest touch," like throwing a balloon filled with red ink against a wall. The crimson substance scatters everywhere, and the crowd is like the red ink flowing down the wall, leaving a scarlet trail while outlining bizarre and varied routes.

Some surrendered on the spot, some tried to ride into the farmland and were slaughtered by farmers and shield guards, some immediately turned their blades on their comrades and the supervising nobles behind them, and the more agile ones simply headed towards the main camp, preparing to plunder before the enemy arrived.

This fully explains how, in war, the collateral damage caused by organized units can result in less than half of the routed soldiers being routed.

The battle lasted only a short time. The royal tent hadn't been looted by the fleeing soldiers for long when the Sarkaz mercenaries followed and stormed in. Nomadic tribes have a good habit: their leaders and nobles don't stay in the royal tent to "strategize," but instead appear on the front lines of battle. And now, they probably can't find the complete fragments anymore.

A 15mm Gatling gun firing at a target would leave no intact body fragments.

Because this caliber of ammunition can already be loaded with dragonfire bullets, it is perfectly reasonable to call it a thermal version of a bomb machine gun. If you really want to put it in perspective, every shot that hits a human body is equivalent to detonating a sheep's volcanic spell inside.

This ammunition was improved by Little Sheep. Talulah's Originium Arts are combustion rather than explosion, making it suitable as a propellant and incendiary bomb, but as a bomb, it requires a sufficient charge to create a cloud burst effect.

Little Sheep's Originium Arts, however, is like a burning explosion; the improved Dragonfire Bullet utilizes the Originium Arts achievements of both. Of course, Little Sheep didn't use wet parts, but rather a modified spell pulse crystal to achieve this.

The penetration force is basically zero, but the lethality to personnel is maximized. The cavity in the gel bionic test results is 1.1 meters in diameter.

In other words, unless the bullet hits the extremities, if it hits any part of the body, the person will be shattered into pieces.

As for being subjected to a rate of fire of 6000 rounds per minute... cleaning up would probably require a high-pressure water gun.

Of course, the Kazdel desert doesn't need any clearing. The fragmented state is like applying base fertilizer to the land; you can simply call a tractor to cover it with a layer of artificial soil.

The downside is that it's incredibly expensive. It requires synthetic jade to create spell pulse crystals, which costs about two pure Originium per second. Even a tycoon like Swire would find it a bit too wasteful.

What remained in the royal tent were the elderly, women, and children. The old people and teenagers taller than a cartwheel were all dealt with, which Old Xia found rather cruel.

However, the mercenaries who are familiar with the laws of the desert are not so merciful. Where would the productivity of nomadic tribes come from to support ordinary elderly people? These elderly people are former nobles. If they are not eliminated, it will only sow the seeds of rebellion and restoration.

The children who are taller than the wheels of a car are already old enough to understand and have begun to know what hatred is. They are also a potential threat to the future, and both groups must be eliminated.

The remaining children and women were of little concern. One could still be educated, and the other was essentially a living commodity, traded from one tribe to another. Now, the treatment in the new tribe was clearly better, and apart from a few noble ladies of high status, the rest would quickly accept their fate.

As for the accumulated wealth being gathered together and awaiting distribution after the war, Mudrock's troops were already quite disciplined.

Besides, everyone is currently receiving high salaries from the group, so it would be too unfair to hang them for such a small amount of spoils that would normally be distributed fairly.

The Patriots also suffered some attacks, as it seemed the enemy was preparing to send a separate force to plunder the rear, cut off supplies, and carry out burning, killing, looting, and destruction—common tactics and forms in the North Caesar War.

Then they crashed into the black city wall and shattered. These shield guards, who had seen even demons, were not afraid of the strange cries and spells coming from their mouths. Their great shields could not even be shaken by demons, let alone this weak and powerless counterattack.

The shield guards that Lao Xia transferred over had all seen demons before, and the reason they weren't left in the snowfield was that they couldn't face demons again.