There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

This strange situation also gave the firing cavalrymen the illusion that if they tried a little harder, they could hit me in the face with a bullet, creating a fatal wound that went through the front and back of my head.

But what awaited them was a cold, icy halberd that traced a cruel arc, stabbing the riders off their horses to the ground, and then crushing their heads one by one...

"What exactly do you want?!"

After I killed seven people in a row, the pressure of the hunt turning into that of being hunted finally stopped the one-eyed middle-aged man from running, and he questioned me angrily.

Zoffy's name has already been used in the tavern, so let's not use it again, or we'll be easily recognized. If I need a new identity... since I just killed seven people, how about I become Seventh Master?

My voice followed.

"I am a stellar observer from the M78 Nebula. I have come to take your heads because of your disrespectful treatment of my lord's name! Hand over the criminals who blasphemed Lord Shaflin's name, or everyone here will die!"

"...You bastard, who are you?!"

I sneered, slammed my halberd on the ground, and said matter-of-factly, "Hmph, I'm just an ordinary civil official. You can call me..."

"Seven".

Chapter 324 A Black Shot Rings Out

"Civil official?"

The one-eyed middle-aged man snorted coldly, looking at the wreckage and corpses scattered on the ground with a solemn expression. "If someone like you is considered a civil official, then what kind of soldiers do you mean by that?"

To be honest, I also think it's a bit far-fetched. As the first Ultraman to use weapons and "L"-shaped beams, he not only has superb fighting skills, but also trained the King of Fighters, Ultraman Leo. He can easily use his ice axe to split the Daiborigganon (a beam that even Orb Trinity couldn't block). You're telling me that someone with such abilities is just a star observer from the Land of Light?

Fortunately, Seven has now been promoted to Minister of the Solar System of the Space Garrison. Even the Land of Light probably can't stand seeing his career going astray anymore.

Otherwise, would the selection mechanism for the guard team members be based on how ruthless they are? Indeed, compared to the original, who loved to decapitate, Jack, who couldn't play in group battles, Ace, who was a dismemberment maniac, and Leo, who abused himself and others, Seven's mental state was relatively stable, and he often felt guilty about his inner morality.

Otherwise, it's impossible to explain why Hikari, with his superb swordsmanship, would go back to be a scientist.

"Okay, I will relay your opinion to Tsuburaya Productions. Do you have any other last words?"

The one-eyed middle-aged man's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Ancient...Ancient...You actually have something to do with that group of madmen?!"

What? Is there a problem with Tsuburaya Productions?

It's not like they're some invincible force in Nanshan or Longgang, and they don't have lawyers' letters from all over the world warning them to deliver their missions. Why is he so afraid of a tokusatsu company that almost went bankrupt?

The one-eyed middle-aged man spoke in a very serious tone, “While planetary tribes and space trading groups may not know you, we outsiders know you very well! Shafulin… is that the name of your ruler?”

It seems there's been some misunderstanding?

"Shut up! How dare you mention that lord's name!"

If you can't answer, quickly lose your temper, otherwise you'll easily expose your ignorance.

I pretended to be furious and was about to continue my tirade when suddenly another bullet, flying at a tricky angle, came flying towards my chest from the cavalry, but it only caused a noticeable ricochet.

"Who is it!"

The one-eyed middle-aged man and I both roared at the same time, feeling our conversation interrupted. The tense cavalry, also spurred on by the gunfire, began to have their horses begin to stir restlessly.

In an instant, the sounds of horses neighing, men shouting, gunshots, and fighting erupted, turning the open space on the central avenue of the loader's territory into a chaotic battlefield.

If I still can't see the problem now, I'm a complete idiot. The last time, someone accidentally fired a shot, hitting me squarely and triggering the first fierce exchange. And this time, it was another inexplicable shot that sparked a group attack from my companions.

Both of these near misses conveniently interrupted my conversation with the one-eyed middle-aged man, making us swallow back what we wanted to say.

If it had only happened once, I certainly wouldn't have been able to tell whether it was an accident or intentional. But this time, the gunshot was perfectly timed to end my shout. Even a rapper couldn't have timed it so precisely, right?

Could it be that a black man with a rapping talent has infiltrated this group of cavalry?

I suspect the mastermind within the cavalry unit wanted to shut me up, or better yet, shoot me dead, to prevent something they didn't want to happen.

But this is something I'm happy to see.

So you're saying you won't let me drive it?

Very well, you were all mixed up just now, and I couldn't find you. But this time you've firmly secured the hatred, so it's my turn to make you talk. And let me explain to you what a surprise is.

The hundred-man cavalry was initially somewhat chaotic, but after they started to accelerate, they quickly formed a single line and retreated several hundred meters past my position.

They then split into two columns and began a flanking maneuver to attempt a charge. Their horses grew faster and faster, and just before engaging the enemy, they formed two crescent-shaped formations and charged at me at top speed, raising their spears and sabers high, ready to wipe me out in one wave of attack.

It's clear that the one-eyed middle-aged man is a decisive commander. He knows that when chaos breaks out on the front lines, the most important thing is not to waste time finding the traitor, but to strengthen the control of the troops, suppress dissenting voices, and transform them into united actions.

Principal Jiang is an expert in this area, but unfortunately his frontline micro-management skills are too trendy, which lowers his overall level by several notches.

On the battlefield, the confrontation between infantrymen and cavalry is a brutal topic that has existed throughout the world for a long time. For scattered infantrymen, or small groups of light infantry who are unlucky enough to encounter large cavalry units, the cavalry can relentlessly pursue them, trample them over, or cut down these unfortunate fellows.

If the battle turns against them, the swift cavalry can also escape quickly, avoiding a confrontation with death, without worrying about any losses they might suffer.

But no matter what kind of warhorse it was, it dared not charge into the impenetrable wall of spears. Even heavily armored chainmail warriors, if they dared to challenge the infantry spear formation, would be struck down or dragged off their horses, fall to the ground, and be killed by a blow to the back of the head.

Because infantry are more agile and nimble than cavalry. They can hide behind cavalry opponents and throw ranged weapons, at which point the cavalry's disadvantage of being unable to turn becomes obvious.

In the brief moment when the poor warhorse attempts to turn, infantrymen are free to attack its sides, rear, legs, and eyes with spear tips and sword blades. Once successful, the rider is thrown several feet into the air by the frightened horse, often suffering fatal injuries upon impact. As large animals, a wounded warhorse may no longer be a servant to its rider, but a formidable enemy. Cavalrymen often have to free one hand to control their horses, while infantrymen have both hands free to work together to kill the enemy.

...This method sounds simple, but in practice it's pretty much the same as a sliding tackle to kill a tiger, right?

Unfortunately, the enemy before them was so unfortunate, for they had encountered a monster who was skilled in combat, heavily armored, wielded a sharp halberd, and could run faster than a galloping horse, thus enabling him to perform the aforementioned actions.

Faced with the rapidly approaching cavalry, the Colonizer System showed no sign of backing down. What might seem like an impregnable, unbreakable cavalry charge was, in the eyes of the System, like a castle built on sand, the gaps between the grains of sand unable to withstand the erosion of the waves.

The cavalry charging in a crescent formation suddenly noticed that the enemy in the distance was growing larger than they had anticipated, expanding at a rate much faster than they had expected. However, the human eye is not designed for high-speed travel and is inherently disadvantaged in judging dynamic distances.

"System notification: Power-up mode activated."

Like two heavy trucks traveling in opposite directions suddenly colliding, limbs and blood shot into the air, countless human flesh and horse legs were torn apart, and the horrific scene of crimson ground shocked all the spectators.

Because of the blood-soaked demon god in their eyes...

Still alive!

Chapter 325 Parents Raised Their Children for Nothing

"Am I abnormal, or is everyone going crazy?" Those who saw the scene felt a sense of doubt about the world.

The riot at the south gate of the loader's territory had already affected normal production and trade in the territory, and countless busybodies took the opportunity to climb to high places to watch the battle.

For people like them in this chaotic world, war was merely a topic of casual conversation, and countless people witnessed or participated in the fighting. For example, the artisans in the western workshops expressed their support for another battle, hoping that both sides would fight to their full potential, display their skills and achieve results, and uphold the slogan of unfriendly competition and unfair rivalry.

After all, with such a commotion just now, with buildings collapsing and people and horses falling over, everyone thought that the pirates from Sabre Bay had come to attack again, and wondered how far the fighting would go before they stopped.

From the very beginning of their establishment in this territory, the Godslayer Pirate Crew has relentlessly attacked, harassed, and sabotaged the area in an attempt to reclaim its dominance.

However, the Rigoemi shrub desert never showed any favoritism towards either side. This military territory, established deep in the desert, was also quite difficult to conquer. The long supply lines, harsh extreme weather, and scarce plunderable resources all brought difficulties to the pirates who relied on war to sustain their war effort.

The final battles all ended with both sides exchanging threats and vows, then going back to their respective factions to report their grievances. No one could judge the gains or losses in any of them.

But this time, the residents of the Loader's Territory discovered that something seemed off about the two sides in the battle.

On one side was the territory's organized cavalry force. These arrogant soldiers were the core of the city's defenses, taking turns patrolling the wasteland, ambushing and killing any enemies who might threaten the territory.

On the other side… was a solitary figure? Clad in bizarre armor, wielding a steel halberd, he stood imposingly before the cavalry. Against firearms-equipped cavalry, what difference was there between such a fragile, cumbersome infantryman and a delicious can of fruit?

But this somewhat comical attacker actually survived the collision with the cavalry!

To say they survived is, in my opinion, quite inappropriate.

My counter-charge against the cavalry was simply an attempt to crush the enemy in their area of ​​expertise, destroy their confidence, and dampen their arrogance.

Just as I was about to clash with the leader, the colonist system had already taken control of me and launched a counterattack!

This build-up of power occurred after taking a step forward. The left leg stepped forward and slammed heavily into the ground, leaving a deep footprint. Then, the right leg exerted force, and the leg muscles compressed instantly. In the time it took for both feet to connect in a straight line, a tremendous force was suddenly generated.

Force can be divided into rigid force and dynamic force. Rigid force refers to the clumsy force that a person develops through labor. For example, when a person can lift, carry, or grab an object that is much heavier than his own weight, people will say that he is very strong. This kind of force is rigid force or clumsy force, and it cannot play a significant role in combat.

For example, my own strength is close to the peak of human potential, but in actual combat, I can only exert one-tenth of the effect, and almost all of it is wasted.

Under the technological guidance of the colonists' complete takeover, I can knock down an enemy whose weight is close to or even exceeds their strength limits with a single punch. This force is vitality and explosive power, which always plays a leading role in combat.

Therefore, the combat of the colonists has always been characterized by using stillness to control movement, striking and falling immediately, striking after the opponent but arriving first, and seizing the opportunity to strike. Moreover, when attacking, sometimes they control the opponent as soon as they make a move, destroying the opponent when the opponent is confused and helpless; other times they directly close in, swallow the opponent's body, and pour out their force like a landslide and a tsunami, completely destroying the opponent's body, spirit and will.

The immense force transformed into a ferocious tiger emerging from the mountain, attaching itself to the steel halberd. The halberd's tail pierced the ground, forming a sharp angle, effortlessly piercing through the oncoming enemy. Driven by inertia, even after his internal organs were completely destroyed, he didn't stop, involuntarily propelling himself forward a short distance before finally becoming stuck on the halberd's tip.

The scene that followed was rather gory. I swung the halberd from the ground, launching a wide-ranging attack along with the corpses on it. The shaft of the halberd unleashed a tremendous rebound force, repelling the approaching cavalry. The halberd blade sliced ​​through their chests, arms, legs, necks, and other parts of their bodies like a hot knife through butter. The halberd's penetration rate was different in many ways, but its absolute armor penetration brought unprecedented destruction, turning these cavalrymen into a flurry of flying parts...

System command: Exit counterattack mode!

Amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, I held a halberd in my left hand and gripped a cavalryman's neck with my right. My chilling tone, like an air conditioner's cold breeze, swept across his face, sending shivers down his spine.

"You think I can't find you just because you're hiding behind me? Don't create trouble that you can't control, or you'll pay the price."

The cavalryman, struggling to breathe, was lifted into the air, his neck creaking and cracking as it dislocated. This sent chills down the spines of the wounded men around him who were still clinging to life, and they all fell silent, listening intently to the only conversation taking place.

"I...I didn't...do it on purpose..."

I snorted coldly, my killing intent piercing his soul without reservation, my voice growing ever colder, "Never think you're so smart. Don't take chances, don't try. Otherwise, I'll let you see your brains!"

The sneaky cavalryman's eyes began to dart around. I knew he was trying to find an excuse to explain himself, but the gradual lack of oxygen to his brain and the pain from his disordered nerves prevented him from thinking calmly. He could only open his mouth and make guttural "hohoho" sounds.

"I'll ask you one more time: Did you go to Shisong Manor the night before last? Have you heard of Lord Shafulin's name? And what exactly is your identity...?"

Upon hearing my piercing question, the cavalryman's jaw finally loosened, and a hint of relief appeared in his eyes...

Then he closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and fainted!

Damn, did I use too much force?

What do you do if you finally catch a suspect, but then accidentally choke them unconscious at the crucial moment? Need help urgently!

At this moment, the aftereffects of the charged-up mode finally manifested, and waves of nerve overload pain shot through my torso and arms. Although the maneuver of overpowering the opponent was effective, it was still too risky. If my plate armor hadn't been so sturdy, I would be cut into several pieces by now.

In the brief exchange, I could count about ten attacks that landed precisely on me the moment I struck.

I pretended to be robbed, went to their door for help, negotiations failed, and I left in anger. My plan has finally reached its final stage.

I grabbed the unconscious cavalryman and strode firmly to the one-eyed middle-aged man, throwing him to the ground. The steel halberd was driven deep into the ground, and I asked him once again.

“One day. I’ll only give you one day, sir. Otherwise, I’ll have to go into town and catch these cunning rats one by one for interrogation, using my own methods.”

Chapter 326 Negotiations on the Front Lines

"Boss! You're finally here!"

From a distance, I saw a guy with a glowing head waving at me from a loess hill.

I followed his footsteps up the hill, around a grove of dead trees, and found the bald man standing at the foot of a rock wall in the swirling yellow sand, waving excitedly at me.