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

The bald man, seemingly without any instruction, clasped his hands together in prayer, as if surrounded by a soft glow. He calmly explained, "Now I win people over with virtue and persuade them to willingly give up their positions. I'm no longer the violent person I used to be."

...This guy recited the Heart Sutra of Guanyin twice and went through several life-and-death trials in a few days. Now it seems that he really wants to see through the world and be free from worldly desires. If he continues like this, he will become a Buddha sooner or later.

Today, when I was surrounded by soldiers and bombarded by cannons, I kept feeling someone chanting scriptures next to me. Could it be that he was behind it?

"Wake them up after an hour's rest. I've found enough food in Shisong Village for everyone. Go and prepare a picnic. I'm going to find the traitors."

The bald man was used to my constant use of words he couldn't understand. After pointing me in a direction, he went to find a suitable place for the gathering.

…………

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

Strange noises came from the well in Shisong Village, making me instantly think that the King of Lewdness was telling classic jokes by the well. Fortunately, when I went over, I didn't see anything offensive. There was only the traitorous commander ordering his men to draw water from the well.

"How's it going with fetching water?"

When I approached them, the burly original armored soldiers silently bowed their heads and saluted me. I walked past them, my armor clanking, gave them a slight nod, and found the traitorous commander.

It wasn't until this point that I had time to properly examine his character attributes.

Character Name: Stryker Eaton

Faction: None, Wanderer

Male, biological age 22 years and 121 days

Childhood: Clone Soldier

(Eaton was not treated as a person, but rather as a war machine. During his accelerated development, he was taught a great deal of tactical skills, and even now, Eaton still yearns for all kinds of battles and honors.)

Adult: Army Commander

(As an adult, Eaton is a commander under a nobleman, responsible for various military training within the nobleman's territory. In the event of war, he will become the army's most trusted commander.)

Traits: Speed ​​Scholar, Commander, Resilience

Holy crap! A legendary SSR gold card?!

Seeing this row of messages, I felt like a European player who got a god-tier item without spending any money. My face was almost glowing white, radiating an amazing aura of luck!

The traitorous commander thought I was going to give a speech, and waited on the side for a long time, but when he didn't hear me speak, he looked up and said, "Sir, what are your instructions?"

I suppressed my inner elation and asked calmly, "So your name is Eaton?"

So your name is Charlotte?

The traitorous commander looked startled. "M-Sir...how do you know my real name?"

"I also know you're a clone, right?"

I can tell you're not human at first glance!

In that instant, I felt like I was possessed by Conan or Kindaichi, radiating an aura of wisdom, and my sharp gaze, like that of Usagi-chan, almost pierced into her heart.

Eaton's face turned even paler. His usually calm and composed expression was now filled with helplessness and pain. After a long silence, he finally said, "My lord... you know everything? Apart from the lord, no one else should know..."

Surprisingly, the Imperial Army told me everything before I arrived! It was you who brought the benefits from the Imperial Army…

cough cough...

"That lord is omnipotent. Tell me, what exactly happened?"

The traitorous commander said helplessly, "As expected, I couldn't hide it from you. Actually, I'm a genetically cloned human that my faction bought from space traders and was sent to the territory as an administrator. The lord also brought many other cyborgs from various fields with him, working in all sorts of industries, secretly sowing the seeds for the town's development..."

“Normally, these kinds of things should be kept from you, so how did you find out?” I asked.

The traitorous commander said helplessly, "Back then, I was determined to join the elite forces, and the leader thought highly of me, but the lord directly rejected me. He told me about this privately that day, saying that the existence of clones is prohibited by interstellar law, and joining the elite forces means becoming a formal member of the faction. These two things can never be reconciled... Therefore, I was born to never be able to stand on the same level..."

I don't like hearing that. What's wrong with clones? I've never discriminated against clones! Clones are just like us normal people and should enjoy human rights...

...Oh right, I'm a genetically modified human myself.

Heartbroken.

Chapter 367 Professional Player

"Don't worry, there are no such strange rules under that lord. Whether it's the Interstellar Convention or Federal Law, I, Zhang San... oh no, I, Seven, guarantee I don't put them in my eyes!"

I patted Eaton hard on the shoulder, making him wince, but it inexplicably calmed him down. He couldn't help but ask hopefully, "Sir, you really don't mind my clone identity?"

I gave him a mysterious look. "You don't actually think someone with my fighting ability is a natural human, do you? No way, no way, no way?"

The traitorous commander finally showed a relieved smile, genuinely recognizing my abilities.

Just then, I secretly pressed the "Agree to Join" button on the colonist system interface, and the system notification immediately sounded.

"System notification: Stryker Eaton has joined Mickey's Mischief House and become a part of the colony due to the colonists' influence. Please assign him appropriate tasks based on his areas of expertise."

I glanced at him and found that this traitor's relationship level with me had indeed soared to +75, only slightly lower than the bald guy who blindly worshipped me. The impression types listed on him were all positive options like "He is my guiding light," "A wise man I met on the road," and "Like-minded." Only one option, "He killed my comrade," deducted a little favorability, but suspiciously, it was followed by "My enemy is dead, hahaha," which immediately made up for the five points of favorability that were deducted!

This guy might be quite cunning; maybe he'll send his disloyal subordinates here first to kill me.

"Congratulations on your promotion. From now on, you'll be working 007, no social insurance or housing fund, and no employee benefits. You'll be the first to step up when things get tough. As for the good stuff, I'll leave it all to myself. Got it?" I coaxed gently.

Before coming to the wilderness, I was a hands-on rancher with nothing but a few animals that could use emojis. Now, being a boss for the first time, I'm inevitably feeling a bit out of sorts.

As we all know, when it comes to employee treatment, managers need to strike a balance between ensuring the smooth operation of work and meeting employees' needs for quality of life.

Some leaders and business owners thrive and expand their businesses because they can't grasp this balance...

I am willing to work towards this goal!

The traitorous commander ignored my rambling and began reporting his work in a serious tone—the "Iron Will" trait is indeed useful, I must give it a thumbs up.

"Sir, we just checked the well and found that the water inside is not dry and the water outlet is not blocked. It's just that it's covered with a thick layer of ash and other filth. I've already ordered my men to hurry up and draw water to clean out the dirty water so that we can have clean water to drink tonight."

I walked over to the well and looked at it, then asked the two shirtless soldiers standing nearby, "When you draw water, do you feel that the buckets are particularly heavy, and it takes a lot of effort to drag them?"

The soldiers beside him looked on in astonishment and immediately began to shower him with compliments: "You...you have such keen insight! You even knew that!"

I kicked them both away, reached out and grabbed the well cable, and started pulling hard.

Unlike towns, Shisongzhuang lacked centralized water supply facilities, so they had to dig deep wells as their drinking water source. However, the effort invested in this area was no less than that in towns, as evidenced by the meticulously crafted wooden fences around the wells.

The four corners of the wooden fence around the four wells were fixed very tightly and reinforced with iron sheets and nails, making it a square shape, with water available for residents to draw water from all four corners.

They probably didn't notice anything unusual because it was dark and they were tired, but I had already spotted a dark shadow at the bottom of the well. It was bobbing up and down with the water being drawn by the wooden bucket, and part of it was hanging on the dangling cable, like a clump of seaweed tangled at the bottom.

"Are you two StarCraft players? Do esports players not need eyesight?"

I yelled at them, then with a single hand, I pulled the suspicious object up from the bottom of the water along with the well rope and threw it to the ground.

Several soldiers gathered around to take a look, but immediately their onlookers scattered, covering their noses and gagging. The scene was indeed somewhat appetizing—a mostly rotting corpse was pulled from the well. Soaked in the well water, it had begun to decompose and swell, hissing as it fell to the ground, slowly releasing putrid gas from its stomach, almost forming a foul-smelling cloud.

"Ugh...this is..."

The traitorous commander, after all, had an iron will. He glanced at me one more time before saying, "There are gunshot wounds on his body, obvious bruises on his arm that are swollen and necrotic, and the decay has not been going on for more than three days. There are no obvious fatal external injuries... He was probably shot and fell into the well while fleeing, and he was holding onto the well rope, trying to wait for the killer to leave before climbing out..."

I added, "It seems he was underwater for a long time and didn't manage to escape until he drowned."

This was my beautiful wish. An even more terrifying outcome was that this person's external injuries weren't fatal, and they could swim, but their injuries were too severe to climb out of the well. In the end, they could only watch their wounds slowly fester, their body temperature gradually drop, and they reached the end of their life, cold, hungry, and in pain…

"You two blind fools almost made us drink the stench of a corpse! You're punished to bury this body next to the grave mound, now!"

The traitorous commander said something unpleasantly and started reprimanding two soldiers before I could, probably because he was afraid I would kill them on the spot if I said anything.

I'm just carrying a halberd; I'm not actually cosplaying Lu Bu. There's no need for me to imitate so many tricks. At most, I'll do what Cao Cao did: cut off my hair as a substitute for my head and make them drink a couple of cups of corpse-soaking water as punishment.

“There are decaying corpses and bacteria in this water. Send more people to clean the water again, and then find a way to boil it before drinking it.”

I sighed helplessly and leaned against the wall to watch them continue working. I always felt that, apart from fighting, I needed to do things myself to feel at ease.

A group of brave warriors who defeated powerful enemies, survived artillery fire, and endured arduous journeys lost their lives because of a cup of water containing 20 million harmful bacteria. This is just too ridiculous and there's no way to explain it.

Finally, the water in the well changed from foul to rather foul, and eventually the stench gradually dissipated, the water quality gradually turned clear and free of sediment, and the eerie moon, like a pupil, slowly climbed into the sky.

"Boss, we found a big pot, just the right size for boiling water, come and see!"

The bald man led four slaves, carrying a large pot, toward the well, and excitedly announced that the problem had been solved.

"Wait a minute!"

I told them to put the pot down, and looking at the suspicious residue beside it, I asked with concern, "Where did you find this pot?"

"Boss, didn't you ask me to find a place to eat? I found a vacant lot by the field, probably where they were having a gathering. There was a big pot in the middle of the space! The food inside had rotted and clumped together, so we threw it away. You were so lucky to have found it!"

Center of the venue...

Big pot...

food……

If you think drinking corpse water isn't enough, are you also planning to drink some human flesh soup?

Chapter 368 Will You Dare Again Next Time?

Each unit will exhibit different styles of operation due to differences in the leadership style, the backgrounds of its soldiers, the environment of its place of origin, and the battlefield. Furthermore, under the influence of the general environment of the military camp, there will be phenomena such as experienced soldiers mentoring new soldiers and many soldiers merging into one another, resulting in a long-term trend of convergence in the overall style and character of the unit.

This quality, which is highly infectious and demonstrates a strong sense of identification, can be summarized as the military spirit.

Therefore, some armies are cruel, some are greedy, some are silent, some are resilient, some armies fight thousands of miles without fear, some armies are surrounded by ten times their size but flee in terror, and some troops can lower the combat effectiveness of all soldiers and even allies by more than one level...

Today's breastfeeding method complete.

But the unit I captured reeked of the lingering stench of corpses. The more I looked, the more uneasy I felt. It wasn't until dark that I finally noticed something between the lines: the words "cannibalism" were written densely!

An army that intentionally or unintentionally preys on people isn't a matter of combat strength... it's disgusting! This kind of atmosphere must be changed, starting with eating properly.

"Throw away the pot, and don't drink the water! Baldy, you have someone light a campfire. Eaton, you take a few men and come with me to get food—I've found the secret warehouse here, there's plenty of food inside!"

The traitorous leader, Eaton, was overjoyed: "Sir, I'll go get it right away! Enough for everyone!"

"That's right, everyone!"

...Everyone took a bite. I wasn't lying, right? He didn't say he was full.

Eaton and the soldiers followed me to the entrance of the secret warehouse, where there was a dark hole with what appeared to be a faint fire burning inside.

"Is someone inside?" the traitorous commander asked.

I nodded: "I've sent Fatty down to guard the warehouse to prevent anyone from stealing supplies. Go and get the things from him."

Upon hearing this, the traitorous commander's face showed a look of astonishment, and he slapped his thigh: "My lord, you're foolish! How could you let him guard the food?! This guy will secretly eat it all!"