Doctor, I'm really strong!

Therefore, the community's military procurement does not involve spending any part of the defense budget. Almost 90% of the defense budget is used for research and development, while production issues are handled by the all-purpose factories.

This configuration allows Liu Jiuli to play many different tricks.

For example, the factory and launch site can be integrated directly. Since the material and energy of the universal factory are shared, the missile can be quickly transformed from a phantom into a physical object on the manufacturing platform. The effect is like science fiction turning into fantasy. Then the missile is transported to the launch site to ensure that every missile after the first round of launches is freshly made, so that the enemy in the distance can take advantage of it while it's hot.

Although the community's social system is still geared towards the 21st century, its productivity is already approaching that of a Type III civilization. It is essentially using the production capacity that can support an interstellar civilization to support the people on a single planet.

Now, if Liu Jiuli were given a faster-than-light engine, he would dare to embark on a journey to the stars.

This is like having a Terran base in StarCraft. The base can self-replicate, replicate all analyzable matter, mass-produce it quickly, and convert all matter into energy, or vice versa. However, the data within the base is completely destroyed, and you can only scavenge some junk from local primitive tribes to produce it.

A typical example is using a five-axis CNC machine tool to turn a hammer. If professionals find out about this, they'll call Elizabeth Hospital, you know?

As for the community's army, Liu Jiuli said, "If so many of you plus our air force still can't stop the evil, then let's just become food for the evil. It's too shameful to live."

This is the truth. After all, they are fighting together, and the scale is enough to deal with a medium-sized demon invasion in the history of Terra. The situation in Kazimir is serious, but it is only serious for Kazimir alone. With the combined strength of many countries, the problem seems ridiculous.

Moreover, once the battle actually began, all the countries felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

Kazimir Northern Defense Line, Fortress 1145

Boom boom boom boom boom boom...

The continuous explosions shattered the tranquility of the night. The demons roared hoarsely, but their howls were meaningless, because their nearest target was more than ten kilometers away.

On March 5, 1106, the Terra People's Community Air Force joined the battle, working alongside the Terra United Army to repel the demonic invasion along the northern defenses of Qazimir.

Peter took out a Huaqiang cigarette. This cigarette from the community was highly invigorating and had a fairly good calming effect, allowing people to quickly relax in a tense battlefield environment. Paired with a disposable windproof lighter produced by the community, it was an excellent way to reduce mental fatigue in cold, high-latitude regions.

The violent explosion tore through the night's fierce winds, and even the surrounding air seemed to heat up. This was because the community was using white phosphorus incendiary bombs extensively. This brutal weapon was remarkably effective against evil spirits, so whenever conditions allowed, all levels of the community's forces would use it extensively in their battles against evil spirits, including against Hai Si.

Unfortunately, the Sealings have not yet evolved a body capable of withstanding white phosphorus incendiary bombs. However, they have found a way to deal with them: rapid molting. Some mutated Sealings, after being hit by white phosphorus incendiary bombs, will quickly shed a layer of skin and then move rapidly towards the sea, which is a pretty good method.

However, this molting tactic can only be used by octopus-like sea creatures with flexible bodies, and they must be fast and close to the sea. Otherwise, with the community's ability to burn large areas at once, the white phosphorus that is shed will quickly stick back to their bodies, and they will eventually be burned alive.

Furthermore, the defense capabilities of such software are generally very low, and any single-soldier weapon of the community can severely damage it. This is the harsh reality that there are always trade-offs.

As a junior officer, Peter didn't understand many grand principles; he only knew that his life would be much better after the Community arrived.

Not to mention the various bombardments the community launched against the demons from the sky, the supplies delivered by the community's Kunpeng transport planes were enough to make the soldiers here enjoy a festival-like joy.

What Peter didn't know was that the canned food they were eating was just leftover stock from the community's military ration production process. It was either of poor quality or overproduced. It was usable, but they couldn't let their own soldiers suffer. When they could be selective, of course they had to treat their soldiers like their own children; this was the most basic humanistic care.

As for these leftover products, they will certainly not be wasted. They will be sent to other countries as relief supplies. For example, if a country is affected by a disaster, the community will send a batch of supplies out of humanitarian considerations, and these products will go with it.

Let me make it clear beforehand that these things are just poorly packaged or overproduced, not substandard products. They are much better than the mercury-laced milk and artificially colored sausages that were produced in the US back then.

Frankly speaking, Terra's food safety philosophy is not as advanced as that of the United States in the early 20th century.

Not to mention the United States, the sanitation conditions in many places are comparable to those of the Middle Ages.

For example, everyone is probably familiar with the anaconda, the famous Bilibili user known for her "Shut Up the Anaconda by Squatting Her in Two" technique. When she first arrived at Rhodes Island, her lifestyle was quite sloppy. Sometimes she would walk out of her dormitory without a bra, and her room was a mess. However, compared to the living environment in her tribe, she was one of the clean types. At least she knew to find a toilet when she needed to relieve herself, instead of just doing it on the spot.

Such shocking content certainly won't appear in a game, but the reality is that the more backward a place is, the worse its hygiene standards are. You know, before and even after liberation, in many places, it was common for five children to share one pair of pants. When even getting enough to eat was a problem, how could they have the energy to care about what they wore?

That's why they say that when the granaries are full, people know etiquette; when they are well-fed and clothed, they know honor and shame.

Dignity is a very precious thing. Not all countries in the world deserve dignity. When a country does not deserve dignity, its citizens do not deserve it either.

this is the truth.

In comparison, the current Community is indeed the conscience of Terra. Although the highest income in the Community is only thirty times higher than that of ordinary workers, living in the Community and living in Columbia are two completely different experiences.

Indeed, the wealth gap in Colombia can be as large as 300 times in terms of individual income. However, Colombia has no national healthcare system, no national education system, and no national housing security system. From the day they are born, people there are destined to have only freedom, and then use their freedom to exchange for the resources to survive.

Therefore, everyone who has been to the community envies the life here. Apart from the beneficiaries of the old era, no one misses the life before the community existed.

When everyone in one country lives better than in another, no matter how much the other country boasts, it won't affect the powerful nation, because you are not as good as me, so I don't care what you say.

This is the true mindset of a strong person, awesome! ~(。≧3≦)ノ⌒☆。

In the past, Peter disliked night duty the most because it was boring, tedious, and cold. But now, many people are eager to do this job, and it is even decided by lottery.

Because the community's logistics troops came to the front line, they provided the soldiers here with three meals a day, and at night they would also provide special late-night snacks for the soldiers on duty. Although it was just roasted potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes, roasted meats, plus simple fruit juices and water of life, for the soldiers who had never received such treatment before, the night kitchen was their spiritual home.

While on patrol, you take a jug of scalded water of life with you; when you return, you eat something to replenish your energy. Looking at the plate full of meat, you instantly feel...

Before, I lived a life worse than a dog.

Opening the kettle, the life-giving water inside was still warm. The community's kettle has excellent heat retention. With the warmth from the beverage, this cold night instantly became less unbearable.

Having finished his patrol and armed himself, Peter headed straight for the mobile kitchen. When he arrived, he found that everything had changed again.

To be precise, it was expanded, with the addition of several shipping containers. These containers are also part of the mobile kitchen vehicle. They hadn't been delivered before, but were delivered this morning. After assembly, they became a complete temporary dining area.

As Peter lifted the heavy curtain at the door, he instantly felt a warmth, and he quickly realized that the warmth came from the ground.

Yes, there is underfloor heating here.

"Oh, it's you! How was the patrol?"

"Everything is going well, Uncle Anton."

Uncle Anton is the head of this cooking squad and a Red Army soldier in the community. Although he looks very old, he is actually not even thirty-five years old. The reason he looks so old is because he used to do farm work for noble families. To put it bluntly, he was born a serf. The heavy physical labor made him look much older, but he is actually a young man.

After joining the Red Army of the Community, Anton's health quickly recovered, and he became a very manly and handsome man. However, the marks of suffering on his face remained. Although the Community had the technology to erase them, Anton felt that this was evidence of his rebirth. One cannot forget the past, because forgetting is tantamount to betrayal.

However, here, the soldiers, whose average age hovers around twenty, can indeed call him Uncle Anton.

Peter sat at the bar, asking expectantly, "What's good to eat tonight?"

Anton grinned: "There's something delicious tonight, a special treat from Uncle Anton: big skewers of Ursus meat, top-quality fatty beef, and my cooking skills. I guarantee you'll eat until you forget your own name."

Peter rubbed his hands together and said with anticipation, "That's great! I can't wait!"

Section 323: An Unexpected Visitor

(Damn, someone in the group is bragging about their female fans. How outrageous! Looks like I'll have to get a few readers to gender-bent. Anyone want to? Hehehe)

On a cold, windy night, a delicious barbecue can always soothe a weary soul.

For Peter, the good life he could drink after his patrol and eat a big skewer of barbecue was all he needed to enjoy. All the good things in life were concentrated in that moment, and the hardships of the night seemed insignificant.

Ursus's large meat skewers are all about big, juicy pieces of meat. Just the sight of them is enough to make you feel full. The honest people of Ursus are just as honest when they make barbecue as they are when they make landmines. These large skewers are indeed made with big chunks of meat, fully satisfying your taste buds and stomach, fulfilling your desire for a hearty meal.

Most importantly, it's topped with plenty of spices.

Sesame seeds and cumin are quite expensive, and ordinary people can't afford them in their entire lives. Local delicacies are initially enjoyed by the wealthy. By the time they reach the lower-tier markets, these wealthy families have already developed newer and more novel ways to enjoy them. However, in the community's cooking squad, this is a delicacy that all soldiers can enjoy.

In the military camp, drinking is a serious matter. Even with the special constitution of the Ursus people, they cannot be allowed to drink excessively. Therefore, the Water of Life is only available to soldiers who have completed their daily patrols, and they can only drink one bottle.

Honestly, with an alcohol concentration of 96%, only people in extremely cold regions can tolerate such strong liquor.

Anyway, Liu Jiuli didn't like it at all; in his eyes, it wasn't as good as a beverage.

But if you think he can't drink, then congratulations! As long as you can get him into the drinking party, just like how many people are sitting at the table, how many will be lying under the table in no time.

Eating meat heartily and chugging vodka straight from the bottle—for Peter, this was the perfect image of paradise in his mind.

If there's no meat to eat, then at least there should be plenty of vodka.

"Here, try this, Ursus sausage."

Uncle Anton brought out a plate of sausages; there were only two sausages on it, but their thickness...

One stick paired with two bowls of rice is enough to fill 90% of Chinese people.

But Peter stopped what he was doing and stared blankly at the two sausages.

Uncle Anton noticed Peter's unusual behavior and waved his hand in front of him: "Peter, Peter, what's wrong?"

Suddenly, Peter covered his face and sobbed, tears streaming down his face as he cried bitterly.

Uncle Anton kindly brought him tissues, then sat down next to Anton and waited for him to recover.

After a long while, Peter's suppressed sobs stopped, and Uncle Anton reached out and poured him a glass of the Water of Life.

"According to regulations, your vodka intake today has exceeded the limit. This is a one-time exception."

"Thank you." Peter took the glass, drank it all in one gulp, and said with red eyes, "My mother was beaten to death because she glanced at the sausage on a nobleman's plate while serving him food, and was accused of blasphemy against nobles!"

Anton took out a cigarette and lit one for Peter.

Amidst the billowing smoke, Anton finally spoke, "Peter, do you know what I used to do?"

Peter shook his head, and Anton took a puff of his cigarette and said, "I was born a free man, but free men, hehehe, sometimes live worse than slaves. At least slaves are the property of noble lords and are well cherished, but free men are just tools that can be easily discarded after they're used."

“There were originally seven children in my family, but I was the only one who grew up. My six older brothers and sisters, as well as my father and mother, all died in the bitter cold winter and from the heavy farm work. When my father was my age, he looked ten times older than me. He was like a statue eroded by a storm, silent, broken, and numb.”

Conversations from people of the same social class always resonate with each other. Peter and Anton are just ordinary people trying to survive on this land of suffering, but even such humble wishes go unfulfilled.

Whether it's the Ursus Empire, Casimir, or Columbia, over 90% of these armies consist of people considered low-end by the powerful and wealthy, like weeds in the ground, who could sprout up at any time and be used as expendable resources at any time.

Despite the existence of the community as an alternative, they, at least their generation, can forget about changing their mindset. Moreover, many people don't even think that the community will come to them.

But everyone yearns for a better life. This desire is like a gentle spring rain, constantly testing everyone's heart and making them vote with their feet when faced with choices.

Even if it's just for their own selfish desire to live a better life, it's enough to make them stand on the side of the community.

As long as the living conditions in other countries do not reach the level of the Community, they will continue to be oppressed by the Community.

The community's mess hall is not just a place for cooks to prepare meals for the soldiers, but also a haven for their hearts. They may not talk to others about many things, but they will definitely have heart-to-heart talks with the senior mess hall leaders.

This is the first step in change.

Has nobody noticed this problem?

Of course there are such people, but even if they complain, it's useless, because the officers above will at most think that it's just people below complaining. This kind of thing can be big or small, and it's not worth paying attention to. Even if they wanted to care, so what? Do you dare to lay a hand on the Red Army soldiers of the community? Watch out for the tracks of the Type 59 land-based ships.

As for dealing with these people, well, it would be beneath a nobleman to spend his time figuring out how to deal with a cook.

Amidst arrogance and wishful thinking, many problems are simply overlooked. Even if they manage to reach higher levels, they are heavily processed and severely distorted, with credibility comparable to mere street gossip.

Are these people stupid? How can someone with such a brain be the ruling class?

That's right, this is the result of class solidification. Do you think it's more likely that talented people will emerge from small circles or from circles made up of ordinary people who make up the vast majority of the population?

Even if you're incredibly lucky, in the realm of talent and ability, it's still a matter of probability. At this point, the competition isn't about quality, but about population size. With no guaranteed minimum on either side, investing 1 billion is more convincing than investing 100.

In the realm of population, ordinary people always constitute the vast majority.

As for the consequences of the lack of talent circulation, the Jin Dynasty has already proven it. When the Five Barbarian Tribes were causing trouble in the Central Plains, those who stood beside the Sinicized barbarians were all poor students trapped by class solidification. The most serious consequences of class solidification could not be directly reflected on ordinary people, but rather directly split the ruling class itself.

Another example is the Meiji Restoration in Japan, which received a lot of support from lower-ranking samurai who were also part of the ruling class, but they opposed this damned system.

Meanwhile, in Lateran City, Liu Jiuli was about to leave immediately after the meeting.