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

The two sides, without prior consultation, agreed that one side would reclaim the lost artisans and merchants, while the other would take the lost wealth and resources of their territory. Although neither side was foolish enough to completely trust the other, and they would fight and rob as usual when the time came, the plan based on the needs of both sides did not fall apart.

Because both sides share a consensus: the wasteland is too small to accommodate a third force!

Then, this guy frankly stated his conditions. He not only revealed the plan of the Sabre Bay pirates, but also demanded that I hand over the benefits I had received from him, or else I would act in accordance with the pirates' plan.

According to him, the pirates have already conducted a major mobilization, and these people are currently gathered in the territory, planning to use the battle in the wasteland three days later as a cover to launch a surprise attack on the territory. Therefore, the army I secretly sent out will definitely be completely wiped out.

I subtly indicated that although I was unaware of these matters, I could easily kill them and then go to Sabre Bay to provide assistance.

But he said that I could kill him at any time, but the free trade zone would also be wiped out by the pirates and the forces behind him, not to mention that my army would be completely destroyed by the pirates.

Faced with their strong will, and as long as they share the same goal, I am bound to be defeated.

The only way to break this alliance is to gain the mad lord's forgiveness and have him dismantle it voluntarily.

However, I disagree with this point. If peace treaties were effective, what would be the point of the "Discourse on the Six States"?

And when Sun Quan and Liu Bei joined forces against Cao Cao, what did Zhou Yu say again? "Everyone in the world can surrender to Cao Cao, but you, my lord Sun Quan, cannot surrender to Cao Cao."

However, no matter how much you talk about something, it's not as effective as providing evidence.

To demonstrate my persuasiveness, I assembled the 460th Legion, who had been training for many days, and had them all put on the steel equipment I had prepared in advance, transforming them into invulnerable iron men, wielding barbarian broadswords and forming a battle array in front of me.

Then, in a 5-5 simulated battle, I showed him what infantry versus cavalry tactics were, and also showed him that I could mass-produce war gods. Only by comparing him to the soon-to-be-attacked Sabre Bay would he be biting the hardest bone.

In about half an hour, he realized his situation—even if I had fallen into their trap, as long as this infantry force capable of fighting in heavy armor was there, the free trade zone could not be easily destroyed.

If they attack the Free Trade Zone, the privateers of the Loader's Territory will encounter the nemesis of light cavalry—the heavily armored infantry.

If I stand idly by, he will also take his anger out on me. Given my temper, I will undoubtedly settle all scores, both old and new, within the military.

So he found a new approach in the shortest amount of time.

He proposed an alliance with me to deal with the pirates of Sabre Bay. The only condition was that the 460th Legion must move out of the territory with the privateers and head to Sabre Bay together.

His point was that no one would feel at ease leaving such troops in the rear, so they might as well send them all out together to show their sincerity!

It seems that this unit, which is equipped exactly like mine, has indeed brought him a great psychological burden.

I am very satisfied with this suggestion.

In fact, he can help us with our actions, thus overcoming the biggest weakness of the 460th Legion—their armor is too heavy, making it impossible for a normal human to carry out a nighttime raid.

This is why I didn't let the more capable 460th Legion be in charge of the assault and raid on Saber Bay.

The root of all this lies in the differences in the team's formation philosophy.

The Reverse Lightning Legion is a force primarily composed of light infantry, crossbowmen, and archers, possessing extremely high mobility and stealth capabilities.

The 460th Legion, though small in number, possesses formidable armor, making it a truly heavily armored force suitable for positional warfare, including assaults and defenses.

With the help of these cavalrymen's transport capabilities, I decisively used the cavalry under the loader's command to improve their mobility.

According to them, it was because they had horses that they were able to reach Sabre Bay before dark, and also ambushed the main force of the pirate legion that was returning to reinforce them. They wiped out those guys who were sneaking up on the rear of the Reverse Lightning Legion and rescued the fat man and the supply train that were surrounded.

By this time, I had already disguised myself and infiltrated Sabre Bay, but that's another story.

Therefore, the pirates' assumption that the exhausted army was far away was not true. The 460 Legion arrived here on horseback, and their weapons were transported with the help of unfortunate privateers. Everyone had been conserving their strength until now, just to deliver a fatal blow to these pirates.

I am not worried that the cavalry of the Loader's Head will steal my armor, because their interests are aligned with mine once again.

This is for the same reason that their interests aligned with those of Sabre Bay before.

The Mad Lord and I have reached a consensus—this wasteland is too small to accommodate a third force!

The only difference between this "consensus" and his previous "consensus" lies in which one should be removed from the list...

Chapter 470 Humanoid Radar Technology

On the way back, we encountered a lone caravan.

I told the caravans that had come to the free trade zone because of its reputation that I was the boss of the free trade zone, and that if they were willing to work for me, I could give them permanent business seats and the greatest possible convenience.

If you disagree, you can leave on your own. However, the group with us are the most notorious privateers in the wasteland. If you get robbed by them, I can only express my regret.

At my call to action during my "justice speech," the caravan readily agreed to take me into Sabre Bay, where we would infiltrate directly into enemy territory.

When we're surrounded on all sides and the enemy is in the center, I don't believe the pirates will have any chance of survival!

We traveled so fast that when we entered the city, the Reverse Lightning Legion was still operating as planned, hiding and waging guerrilla warfare outside the city.

But as we were admiring the classic human-shaped roadside sculptures and about to enter the city, an accident occurred.

Suddenly, a damn old bastard pulled me into a dream and excitedly told me that he had another way to send me back!

I have absolutely no trust in what he says!

Previously, I went through the Dream Gate, relied on the "Final Calamity," and located the ranch, but then I was suddenly thrown into a parallel world and almost lost my life!

What's more, there's also a "Thousand-Faced God" who threatened me not to leave after school, saying that if I dared to pass through the Dreamland again, he would smash my brains out...

So I absolutely will not try this unless I am 100% sure!

But the old bastard said he had found a way to travel directly through time without going through the Dream Realm. This way, he would never have to worry about being targeted by the "God of a Thousand Faces"—but this method required the use of a spacetime anchor point.

If we consider two points of space in the universe as two pieces of paper, this anchor point is like a needle that punctures the two pieces of paper and connects the two originally parallel and non-interfering spaces.

For spaceships in the universe capable of traveling via wormholes, spatial jumps are not difficult. However, the energy required for a spaceship to jump through a wormhole is astronomical, something that the old bastard could simply conjure up out of thin air.

Therefore, he must find a spatial anchor point.

Fortunately, he sensed the existence of a spacetime anchor point on this planet.

In other words, someone once came to this planet through such a spatial passage, thus leaving a hole that punctured this space.

For me now, the existence of this hole not only means the footprints left by others, but also represents a place where the spacetime barrier is particularly weak, and can be traversed with just a tiny bit of the power of the "final calamity"!

I jumped for joy instantly.

I don't know about other places, but the place where I woke up on the first morning in the wasteland should be the best anchor point in time and space, right?

I came to this planet from there, so can I also break through space and go back from there?

But the old bastard told me that it was no longer possible to cross over there.

Space itself is self-repairing, like a wounded person's wound slowly healing. Perhaps the place I came from was originally a trace of the colonizer system's location. This system is like a skilled surgeon who performs surgery with minimal invasiveness, so the healing is particularly fast. Now, at most, it can send something the size of a finger back.

If I'm going back, I have to find a wound that's big enough and hasn't healed yet!

…………

"You make it sound so easy! How could I possibly know where someone has crossed over? There's no way there's going to put up a sign saying an elephant crossed over here!"

I almost spat a mouthful of blood in his face.

But Old Man Hook was unusually calm in his dream, and casually conjured up a small blackboard to start lecturing.

"What do you know, you brat!" He turned his back and started scribbling. "Of course, you can't see things in space with the naked eye! But interstellar vampires have the talent of spatial jumps, so they are particularly sensitive to the location of spatial anchor points. As long as there is a place where an anchor point has been, they can judge its size and age based on the aura!"

This ability is just as amazing as Harry Potter's ability to find the Golden Snitch and Voldemort!

Ron, this thing is much better than a wand!

But I still raised a question: "How do we find it? How far away do we need to be to detect it? Or do we need to develop a Dragon Ball radar first? Will Bulma come by herself, or will her company provide her with one?"

Old Man Hook said angrily, "What nonsense are you thinking about now!"

He erased the blackboard and drew a round planet. "Given that you don't seem like someone who can go to space, let's focus our attention on this planet..."

I said with dissatisfaction, "Don't jinx it! I'm going to steal a spaceship this time. If I succeed, I can fly straight back!"

"Oh, is that so? Then I'll be going. Good luck to you. Goodbye!" Upon hearing this, Old Man Hook put down his pen and turned to leave, but I quickly stopped him.

What's wrong with this guy? He just quits at the drop of a hat.

"No, no, no, although I don't have high hopes for this method, it just so happens that a friend of mine wants to know about it, which makes perfect sense, right!"

"Hmph." Old Man Hook snorted before saying, "Then I'll also probe the anchor points in near-space and mark all the possible locations."

"Okay, okay!"

“But…” Old Man Hook said hesitantly, “Although the interstellar vampires’ ability allows them to jump between planets, neither I nor that old bastard Yorkson have been able to fully master it yet. We need a portion of their physical bodies to descend and detect them, and it will take some time…”

"Physical arrival? What do you mean?"

"Don't worry, it doesn't need to manifest the entire interstellar vampire. It only needs to grow a tentacle as an antenna, and then use your body as the center to begin superstring perception. This will require a lot of your mental processing, and you won't be able to move, but your perception range will be greatly expanded..."

Old Man Hook hurriedly patched up his earlier boasts, looking like a programmer whose software had been launched only to be found to have a serious vulnerability, his confidence plummeting to a state of pragmatism.

"I knew there was something fishy going on! They want me to grow tentacles, right?!" I recalled the soft, bloated, fanged, blood-red tentacles of the interstellar vampire, and a chill ran down my spine.

Old Man Hu Ke nodded solemnly, his demeanor shifting to that of an unlicensed traditional Chinese medicine doctor who relied solely on his face to convince others of his medical skills.

...If I had any other doctor in front of me, even a veterinarian would be better than this barefoot doctor! Unfortunately, I don't even have an option B, and I can only be led around by this old bastard.

I sighed deeply and said dejectedly, "Tentacles are fine... but please don't grow them in weird places, and keep them away from my dick! If all else fails, they can grow on my head, or even two small ones on my forehead, then I'll pretend I'm a Namekian!"

"No! Short tentacles can't emit powerful superstring perception, and the scanning range will be shortened."

I almost choked on my breath. "Fine, fine, I'll just pretend I'm Majin Buu... Please don't grow on my butt! I don't want to be Frieza or Mewtwo!"

The old bastard chuckled: "Don't worry! Go back to the real world and get ready. You'd better lie down and not move. I'll get started right away."

I hesitated and said, "Are you sure it's okay? I'm off then! I need to make sure the caravan covers me up tightly, so the rumors that I'm a tentacle monster don't spread..."

Old Man Hook nodded and said, "Don't worry, it'll be fine! It'll only take up a few hours of your body and be done."

"A few hours?! You old bastard, you..."

Before I could finish speaking, I had already disappeared into the dream world.

Chapter 471 Who is the Winner?

In the tense atmosphere of Sabre Bay, the current situation is that our combined forces of over 150 men have completely surrounded all the people in this territory.

Of course, this was on the premise that the Hiron Mercenary Group didn't seem to want to get involved in the conflicts on this planet—after the cavalry from the Loader's Territory appeared, they remained inactive and stopped their confrontational behavior with me.

So the two people currently talking on the field are the Mad Lord and the Pirate Leader.

Facing the indignant pirate leader, the mad lord remained indifferent, his face stiff.

He dismounted and suddenly pointed out several henchmen from the pirate group.

"These guys look vaguely familiar. Are they your men?"