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

After capturing more than thirty strongholds, we not only plundered enough food to last for the next period of time, but also pushed the momentum of this resistance movement to a new climax.

Many people, oppressed by the Thirteen Alliance tribes and on their way to their demise in agony, raised their heads and, for the first time, smelled a glimmer of hope amidst the putrid stench of their own corpses. They rubbed their hands together in anticipation... well, they were just waiting for my army to approach, ready to welcome the king's army with food and drink.

However, my troops halted at the predetermined position. Even though the camp and the enemy opposite were only an arrow's distance apart, I did not intend to continue the attack and concentrated all my energy on organizing and building up the camp.

Regardless of the type of development, theoretical and institutional development are crucial.

The great commander "Seven X" made the great assertion that we are currently in a "Dark Age" and proposed a five-day plan to rush into the "Feudal Age".

In order to change the predicament created by the bald man, I reorganized the personnel and transformed this disorganized force into the "Sharp Vision Alliance".

This ridiculous name is partly to commemorate a company called Ruishi that introduced the original Ultraman to China, and partly to pay tribute to the birth of Captain Yantou.

Without Captain Yantou, what kind of Shafulin is he?!

The vanguard flag bearers, who were in charge of command, were reorganized into an officer corps composed of a small number of elite soldiers (because there were simply no more suitable candidates) to patrol and guard the border and prevent sudden attacks from the enemy.

The grain in our territory is currently only enough for more than 20,000 people for four or five days, but I am not worried at all. First of all, all the people of the Sharp Vision Alliance have been deployed to places where grain can be produced, sparing no effort to find reliable food sources. The fishery resources of the ocean and rivers have been further explored, and various cooking techniques such as frying, grilling, sashimi, and smoking have been developed.

No problem if there are no fishing boats at sea, I have the colonist system!

I set up many "fishing and hunting zones" in the shallow sea area. With the help of the system's rules, medium and large marine fish such as salmon, eels, trout, and mackerel gathered here and were eventually caught and became an excellent source of protein.

Strangely, when I was fishing in these places teeming with fish, I would only find some suspicious substances such as stones, driftwood, seaweed, and minerals, which was quite puzzling.

However, it is undeniable that the colonization system is a perfect fit for the current environment!

With the fish replenishing their supplies, the workforce was well-fed and watered, and immediately threw themselves into other tasks.

A group of people, under my orders, attempted to cultivate seeds blessed by the colonists' divine power, trying to overcome the residual toxicity of the soil and grow the first batch of crops to mature this year.

But another group of people were freed from the mechanical and arduous labor and devoted themselves to... even more arduous infrastructure work.

They began constructing a network of dirt roads throughout their territory, ensuring reliable road connections between each stronghold. The construction standards for these roads were not high; simply compacting the ground, clearing debris, and securing road markers were sufficient for the rapid passage of transport convoys and fighting forces.

Immediately afterwards, these people built houses and watchtowers, almost as if they were employing Sun Chuanting's fortress tactics, building bunkers right up to Nurhaci's front door.

With "Yuri X" controlling their minds, everyone was working with their utmost effort. Even without the bald man's involvement, this magical land that could feed everyone gave them ample reason to stay and continue striving along the path we had laid out for them.

Even if it's a dream, it's better than a cruel nature where the strong prey on the weak and a dark jungle where only the fittest survive, right?

As for me, I am a walking miracle. I will occasionally perform the feats of making tools with my bare hands and building houses on flat ground. At the same time, I optimize manpower in the places that need reform the most. In the strongholds where I am, tents can basically evolve into houses within a day, and life can quickly move closer to that of towns.

Just four days later, I announced that the territory had officially entered the "feudal era," the food crisis had been largely resolved, and the wartime planned economy system had been abolished. However, all members of the Visionary Alliance would still be managed in a militarized manner, and their efforts would be coordinated to accomplish great things.

The big thing I want to do is to take short track speed skating from the "feudal era" and into the "castle era"!

With 20,000 people settled in 36 outposts, each with 400 to 500 people, including many skilled and talented individuals, there was a need to further explore and unleash productive forces.

I spent another three days traveling through these thirty-plus strongholds, using the unique character attribute function of the colonist system to check the individuals recommended by various professions in the territory. I discovered the most promising talents among them and gathered them in the Silvergrail Space City to work together on various technologies, focusing on breakthroughs in key areas such as brewing, forging, clothing, planting, carving, furniture, and primitive gunpowder, in order to raise the entire Sharp Vision Alliance's technology tree to a higher level.

Working in isolation is slow, but there are just too many technologies on this planet to draw upon!

Compared to the backwardness of the tribal areas, the technological development level of other regions is at least at the early stage of the electric age, and some have even reached the level of artificial organs. What we need to do is not to take a high-level approach, but to use the memories of these technicians who have been stranded in the wilderness to try to restore and imitate the existing technological projects on the planet that are kept under technological blockade by the tribes.

Among these people, I selected individuals with traits of green quality or above, including "farmer," "logger," "repairman," "inventor," "gardener," "good cook," "craftsman," "bricklayer," "miner," and "blacksmith," all of whom have skill enhancements and increased learning speed in their respective fields.

Among the 20,000 people, there were many hidden talents, but their talents could not be fully realized due to the tribe's low level of civilization.

For example, among these technicians, I found the pink "genius" trait in an old man: +3 to intellectual skills, +50% to research speed, +50% to global learning coefficient, and +10% to global work speed.

The projects assigned to him typically yielded major breakthroughs without even needing to stay up overnight. For him, the tedious task of studying and researching was a source of enjoyment. When he got tired, he would run naked around the house and perform strange rituals in front of the experimental equipment to pray for success. But in the eyes of his original tribe, he was merely a whimsical, reclusive old man.

The other middle-aged woman is even more remarkable.

Born into a free citizen family, she married young, but she also possesses the pink "master craftsman" attribute, with a +3 bonus to her handicraft skills and a significantly increased work speed. She is faster than others at everything she does, and is proficient in sewing clothes, metallurgical forging, and weapon crafting.

But originally, she was just a seemingly shrewd housewife.

If I had more time, I would definitely continue to dig deeper and find more members with unique skills to join the core circle and contribute to the development of this territory.

But I haven't forgotten that my purpose in coming here wasn't to bring them any dawn, but to organize enough people to outflank the Giant River tribe from the rear, completely disrupt their territory, and rescue the trapped Brown Pool tribe.

It's been almost two weeks since I left. I'm not worried about whether Jay and his crew can hold on, but I'm more curious about whether Gray, the undercover agent, is competent enough.

After lying low for a week in the Sharp Vision Alliance, I can't wait to show my skills in front of them and push the battle line forward to Bertholdt's face.

The relationship between the Giant River Tribe and the Sharp Vision Alliance has completely reversed. The powerful force that used to plunder the grain of smaller tribes to feed itself can now only watch as the smaller tribes feast on meat and fish while it hides in its stronghold in fear, experiencing an increasingly severe famine.

In response, I led my officers to the battlefield and delivered a speech.

"Soldiers, years of war have ravaged the entire Blue Hermit Crab Grassland. Now, ahead lies the territory of the Giant River Tribe. Go there and wash away the wounds of war from your bodies!"

I crafted one of each of the armor and weapons that came with the colonist system, and handed them over to the technicians for analysis and research. They quickly produced decent mass-produced versions.

Don't underestimate the mass-produced units. Even if the mass-produced units don't have the S2 engine, Unit 2 might not be able to defeat nine mass-produced units working together to cause trouble.

The mass-produced armor effectively armed the troops, enabling them to launch two more surprise attacks, capture two more cities, and expand the territory of the Sharp Vision Alliance to the core basin of the Great River.

Then, under the watchful eyes of me, "Seven X," and the bald man, "Yuri X," the overwhelming human wave tactics once again appeared, charging towards the enemy's fortress with boundless ambition, shouting the slogan "Long live Lord Shafulin," and tearing apart the last remaining armed forces of the enemy. From then on, the entire Giant River tribe had no power to resist!

"Sir, this scene doesn't seem quite real to me..."

The bald man, with strange symbols drawn on his forehead, maintained a serious and mysterious expression as he complained to me.

With a faint smile, I mumbled, without moving my lips, "If we're facing forces with advanced weaponry, I might have to be more careful. What's the point of talking about ten years of rebuilding and ten years of lessons learned in tribal warfare? One wave of attacks and we're done!"

Watching the devastating battle unfold, I couldn't help but remark, "This pace is indeed quite fast. It's good to have a civilization to refer to; copying answers in an exam is the most effective way to improve scores."

After this battle, there's clearly no need for another head-on confrontation. Currently, only the Sharp Vision Alliance on the entire grassland possesses both sufficient food and formidable military strength; countless families have migrated to join us.

As the saying goes, "to subdue the enemy without fighting," the people of the Giant River tribe are surrounded by us. If they don't want to starve, their only option is to join us. This "if you can't beat them, join them" mentality is something Durant and Giannis both agree on!

The bald man asked, "Sir, is the next step the 'Emperor Plan' you mentioned?"

I jumped in fright and quickly distanced myself: "Shut up! When did I ever mention that damned 'Monarch Project'? Can we beat the fat, Red Lotus who eats nuclear bombs like snacks, or the three-headed King Ghidorah?"

The bald man smiled sheepishly: "I misspoke, it should be the Imperial Era Plan!"

I denied it, saying, "That won't work either. The Castle Age is still in progress, and metallurgy and the necessary financial and administrative systems haven't been developed yet. Trying to accelerate the transition to the Imperial Age with liquid nitrogen is just a pipe dream."

Seeing his puzzled look, I suddenly asked, "Baldy, have the men you sent out made contact with 460 and his gang?"

The bald man nodded: "We've made contact. News from Delvas Town says we can coordinate an attack at any time."

I waved my hand: "No rush. As instructed by Lord Shafulin, I will continue to carry out the new plan. Unlike the Ultra Legion Slaughter Plan (lol) and the Baltan Alien Fleet Invasion Plan (greater lol) that Lord Shafulin previously devised, this time I will use the candidates I have selected in advance to carry out the Ultra Legion Cloning Plan!"

Chapter 520 Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!

If the Rabbit family is born with a fear of insufficient firepower, then I belong to the group suffering from a fear of insufficient manpower.

Having grown accustomed to a solitary life in a small, sparsely populated country, I deeply appreciated the value of capable individuals when I found myself in the wilderness.

With the help of the colonizer system, I can indeed work much more efficiently than ordinary people, but when faced with a myriad of problems, even if I am extraordinary, I cannot solve all the problems with a single shadow clone technique, treating forbidden techniques as easily as eating.

At this point, manpower becomes extremely important.

For example, when I captured Burnett and the bald man, I was able to cause trouble at both Mickey's House and the Loader's Territory at the same time; after I recruited Eaton and the fat man, I established a base in Silent Valley and efficiently trained the first batch of legion members; after Gray joined, I also infiltrated the Cedar Clan's forces into the tribe and planted traitors who could turn against us at any time.

After these experiences, I deeply realized the benefits of having many people working together.

In the past few days, settlements have continued to expand. It's not just the territory we've conquered that's growing; many wavering neutral forces have also begun to unequivocally side with us. Enticed by food and technology, they readily agreed to join the proposed simple road network.

These highway networks serve as transportation routes for personnel and supplies, as well as shortcuts for the army to move around and suppress dissent. Once the roads are built, these opportunists will have no choice but to accept their fate.

What were originally 20,000 starving people, barely clothed, are now outstanding pioneers spreading throughout the blue hermit crab grasslands, constantly sending me good news. But I'm still not entirely satisfied with the current model.

The speed of development depends heavily on my existence and that of the bald man!

The bald man's intermittent divine state is the source of his sincere faith. Whenever he goes somewhere to summon the people, he will carry out a large-scale brainwashing and proselytizing, creating a large number of fanatical believers who will follow him to complete the mission, becoming pillars of the spiritual world.

My presence is a manifestation of divine intervention. Wherever I go, I create many amazing tools and construct buildings and fortifications. A well appears at a glance, and fishing can be done by drawing circles on the beach, thus satisfying the material needs of the Vision Alliance.

However, the bald man and I couldn't be in multiple places at once, so we could only slowly complete the missions one location at a time. At first, we could barely keep up with the development by riding fast, but now, our pace can no longer keep up with the expansion speed of the Sharp Vision Alliance's liberated areas. Instead, we have become the biggest drag on their progress.

In response, I propose... oh no, the great Lord Shafulin proposed the "Ultraman Legion Cloning Project," deciding to create a mass-produced Ultraman Legion to become our avatars and support the rapid expansion of this territory!

The key to this plan is to find suitable talent and then train them to become usable tools.

After several days of careful observation, I finally selected suitable candidates from among thousands of eligible young people in the surrounding area. Then, I had the bald man give them a thorough ideological education, making them forget their original identities and start their operations with new identification numbers.

These young people, after just two days of training, fully grasped the strategic goals of the Sharp Vision Alliance and were deployed to fight in various locations in my place. Despite their differences in age, background, and personality, they all shared the same pink-themed characteristics and were exceptionally talented in different areas!

The first young man I discovered was cutting down and moving logs in a logging camp when I found him. He wielded his axe with the skill of an artist and the strength of a yak.

Great, I, Seven X, love students who come with their own axes.

His white ability is "Unwavering Will" and "Born of Rain," indicating an extremely strong will and a fondness for rainy weather. His pink ability is "Natural Swordsmanship," and due to his special physique, he excels in combat and can adapt to completely outdoor living and harsh combat environments.

Therefore, he was first assigned to the "Mass-Produced Seven" legion, whose main job was to attack and capture cities. To distinguish him, I gave him the codename "Coyote"!

The second one discovered was a warrior who had already gained some fame in previous battles.

Recommended by the former flag bearer who talked nonsense all day, he possessed the white "superhumanism" characteristic of yearning to transcend the mundane and the blue "iron wall" characteristic of being as strong as steel and good at charging and fighting hard.

More importantly, this young man, who has just come of age, possesses the pink "Punisher" trait. He is naturally proficient in various combat skills and often appears on the battlefield as an ace. As a top-notch warrior, he can adapt to harsh combat environments and aspires to enhance himself with artificial components.

He was assigned to the "Mass Production Ace" Legion, whose main role was positional warfare, and codenamed Fire Fist!

The third is a herdsman rider who was inspired to come. It is said that he mastered skills such as starting on a hillside, stopping on the side, reversing into a parking space, and accelerating and decelerating over 100 meters from a young age. He is a well-known veteran rider!

His character panel features the white "Speed ​​Learner" trait, which allows him to learn everything faster than others, and the green "Enthusiasm" trait, which signifies friendliness and enthusiasm.

More importantly, he has the pink "Beast King" trait, and animals will obey his call. He is also naturally popular with animals, and training and taming animals is a piece of cake for him.

To make the most of him, I assigned him to the "Mass Production Jack" legion, mainly responsible for herding livestock and transporting supplies in the liberated areas. During battles, the SF Express couriers he led would also collectively transform into riders and join the fight.

The fourth is a reclusive young man. His original tribe was completely destroyed by toxic dust, and he, being naturally active, had recently gone on a trip and happened to escape the disaster, so he had no choice but to join the Vision Alliance.

He has extensive experience in wilderness survival. He is characterized by being a white "night owl" who reverses day and night, and a white "outdoor enthusiast" who loves the wild environment.

Its unique pink characteristic is that it is a "life spreader", capable of turning barren land into a paradise of flowers, trees and shrubs, and knows how to use the benefits provided by plants. Its abilities in crop planting, harvesting and wild collection are extraordinary!

Recognizing his exceptional talent, I specially ordered the creation of a horned helmet to signify his status and protect his precious head. Simultaneously, I incorporated him into the "Mass-Produced Leo" legion, tasking him with patrolling territory and exploring the wilderness during wartime, and leading his men in land reclamation and crop cultivation during peacetime.

Because the angle of this horned helmet is a bit subtle, it doesn't look like Leo but rather like a certain boxing champion... so its codename is Rao.

The fifth was an unemployed shaman in the territory. This shaman did not actually spread the traditional ancestor worship belief. In the original small tribe, he taught members survival skills and wilderness knowledge, and devoted himself to educating the children in the tribe.

Unfortunately, his job was instantly replaced by "Yuri X". After talking with him, I learned that his true identity was a space resident who got lost during a planetary tour.

At the age of nine, he was fascinated by introductory books on natural science and even fantasized about digging for treasure in ruins and wreckage, which is why he begged his parents to take him to visit this planet.

As a result, he ran off and got lost, eventually becoming a shaman in a small tribe thanks to a children's encyclopedia.

He possesses the white attribute of "walking with great urgency" and the attribute of "dependence" that excessively seeks the trust and needs of others.