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

His unique origins endowed him with pink "new human" characteristics, giving him innate keen perception and unknown psychic power, allowing him to do things that many others cannot when he concentrates.

I had long heard that in some distant space colonies, there were natural evolutionaries, different from genetically modified humans like me and Eaton, who were called "new humans." I never expected to encounter them here.

However, although these "new humans" are very famous, they are not significantly improved compared to ordinary humans, and they cannot compare with the genetically cloned commanders like Eaton who are specifically created. Their only advantage is that they have various development possibilities and their lives have not been predetermined.

Given that his speaking and walking speeds are three times that of an average person, I assigned him to the "Mass Production Eddie" legion, which was responsible for implementing cultural education, and codenamed him Char.

After finding five mass-produced Ultra Legion students, I've decided to end the search, disband the mediocre officer corps, and focus on training them. My plan is to first instill my ideology in these five individuals, then let them put this advanced concept into practice, and finally let them find suitable members to join these mass-produced legions!

Initially, there might only be five people, but these five are all promising individuals. Even if each person is selected with high standards and strict requirements, just finding one person from each group will create ten people. Doubling that number allows for continuous expansion to twenty, forty, eighty, and one hundred and sixty people, creating a virtuous cycle of self-expansion that transforms into a true "legion"!

Expanding in this way under someone else's command could easily turn into independent factionalism, affecting the centralized system. But with me, if they don't select members according to my requirements, or if the selected people are problematic, I can see their true nature at a glance, and then I'll remove them!

As I envision, the five Ultra Legions will integrate into all aspects of the territory, absorbing outstanding talents to form a powerful team of support personnel. Among them, the Seven Legion will seek members who are particularly skilled in siege warfare, the Jack Legion will seek experts in horse riding and animal training, the Ace Legion will seek soldiers who are good at fighting, the Leo Legion will recruit talents who are good at planting and exploration, and the Eddie Legion will seek intellectuals who have made contributions.

If someone educated in parliamentary politics were to come here, they would keenly notice that the system I implement is actually a variant of the cabinet system, except that it replaces empty political rhetoric with a practical division of labor and occupations, all serving the Sharp Vision Alliance I have built.

As long as the bald man's faith-based brainwashing continues to work, I can turn these people into my millions of hands and feet, and firmly control this ever-expanding territory!

But the appearance of the last contestant was completely unexpected.

That day, the bald man suddenly told me that someone had made a great contribution and deserved to be given an independent legion.

At first, I didn't understand what he meant. It wasn't until I learned about what this young man had done that I couldn't help but curse him as a monster.

This guy was the illegitimate son of a chieftain in the Cliff Clan Council Alliance. After losing in the power struggle within his clan, he fled in disgrace and came to the grasslands in anonymity. But he gradually discovered that after abandoning his identity as an illegitimate son who limited his talents, he was able to attract the followers of several small tribes and free people here by relying on his personal charm, and he actually gained his own small power base.

After the formation of the Ruishi Alliance, he thrived, using his skills of negotiation, leveraging power, and maneuvering to unite more than 2,600 people to join the liberated area. Along the way, he even repelled two waves of bandit attacks!

Out of curiosity, I agreed to the interview request. It was then that I learned that this illegitimate child, born during a lunar eclipse, was considered a dark and ominous sign. His biological father, the chief, sent him to a shaman to learn secret knowledge, until war broke out, at which point he was secretly summoned back to the tribe and became a shadow shaman.

During a pirate attack on the tribe, he used herbs and rituals to inspire the tribe's warriors to unite against the invasion. In the end, the pirates were defeated and fled, and he became a war hero.

If he weren't an illegitimate child, with his amazing white "photographic memory" and his captivating blue "heavenly voice," he could very well have become a tribal chief or shaman, revered by all.

However, his secret identity caused unease among the tribe members, and he was eventually used by those with ulterior motives and driven out.

However, I don't think this is a big problem. Because his character panel has a pink "Strong Luck" trait, giving him unparalleled good fortune from birth!

The panel data for this trait indicates that he easily succeeds at everything he does, avoids triggering traps or food poisoning, negotiates successfully, and easily gains the trust of others in social situations. However, I believe the benefits of this trait far outweigh its apparent merits.

For example, the fact that he is standing in front of me now perfectly matches my need for diplomatic talent! If it weren't for his unexpected expulsion, he would at most be a lowly soldier in the siege camp at the foot of Mount Corillo, but now he will be the only member of the "Mass-Produced Taro" legion that I established!

For this unexpectedly established legion, I gave it the most lenient selection criteria. He could use all his skills to recruit temporary members and use his rhetoric and diplomacy to win over more people to join the Sharp Vision Alliance.

However, without my permission, he will be the only official member of this legion. He will travel throughout the various regions of the Blue Hermit Crab Grassland, expanding the influence of the Sharp Vision Alliance and securing the greatest possible benefits for us.

By now, six large-scale Ultra Legions have been established, laying a solid organizational foundation. From the outside in, there are suitable candidates responsible for their areas of expertise, and this rudimentary six-department system has begun to manage this land.

After a brief internal adjustment, I don't plan to give them any time to grow. Let's use that time to fight first! If you understand, then execute; if you don't understand, then strengthen your understanding through execution!

After a three-day break, the Sharp Vision Alliance immediately sprang into action again, rapidly transporting personnel and supplies southward, assembling its strongest fighting force, and marching towards conquest with resounding slogans, its sword aimed straight at Mount Corilo!

Chapter 521 How to Scientifically Choose Code Names

An army of over two thousand men was marching swiftly along the roads of the azure hermit crab grassland. At the very front were strong and robust engineers.

Wielding entrenching tools made from high-quality ore, they transformed into a shovel-wielding class, diligently clearing obstacles and connecting villages.

The following troops quickly followed, occupying land village by village, expanding the territory of the Sharp Vision Alliance southward, and spreading the glory of that great man to the world.

In order to speed up the southern expedition, the original plans to conquer the north and west were all cancelled, and the combat and production personnel were also turned to the war, frantically encroaching on the territory of the Giant River tribe.

My army of two thousand men pressed in, and all the forces that submitted were immediately incorporated. Those who refused to open the gates and surrender were swiftly dealt with by the mass-produced Ultra Legion, often requiring only a single, forceful attack.

In addition to the main land routes, we have also completely mastered the waterways.

The sailing naval force was adapted from fishermen and is extremely skilled at luring and provoking conflict. With just a keyboard, each person can verbally attack the opponent until they are spitting blood and enraged, causing them to rush out of their tents only to be wiped out in one fell swoop.

The feeling of being surrounded by a massive army attacking from the front, while being cursed and yelled at from behind, is something these poor people would never want to experience again.

With both land and water routes opened up, the supply channels were completely unblocked, and the morale of the off-duty troops was maintained by the supplies from the rear.

I'm actually not very satisfied with this large army. They've just separated from the large-scale battles of Banzai Charge, and they don't understand anything about coordination, flanking maneuvers, support, or holding their ground. They just blindly follow the people in front of them, charging forward like pigs.

What's worse, they still have many unrealistic fantasies about fighting.

Due to their short combat history, they always believed that frontal attacks were the only way to win, and they looked down on surprise attack tactics, convinced that the miracle of that great man was the one who defeated the strong with the weak.

If these war demons were placed on Tsushima Island, they would surely kill at most several hundred Mongols.

Is it in this river? Yes, it's in the Ganges.

At times like these, I miss the Reverse Lightning Legion and the 460 Legion even more.

"Crio, do you think my army is formidable?"

"Magnificent...extraordinarily majestic!"

"...No gay, friend."

After capturing another stronghold, I was only one day away from Mount Corillo, but it was there that I ran into my old friend Creo.

This unfortunate messenger clearly lacked the incredible strength of the New Vegas postman, so defeat and surrender were inevitable. According to tribal custom, defeated members would become slaves, waiting to be sold or enslaved, unless they were fortunate enough to be rescued by their own people.

They naturally assumed that all their people had been killed in the areas we conquered.

Therefore, from the few who escaped, we are a group of demons, led by a great demon who manipulates blood and fire, and under the command of a great demon who plays with people's hearts, who will completely devour the captives.

But in reality, those who were willing to stay had already been brainwashed by the bald man and incorporated into towns and cities around the world, starting new lives. They might be fishing in a ditch, logging in a forest, or digging potatoes in a vegetable garden.

They are living very fulfilling lives now, just like how they are obsessed with muscular men picking up tree branches. They would rather worry about whether the price of cabbage goes up or down than think about escaping.

Therefore, even though the number of prisoners increased, there was never an event like the three major battles of Gongdelin.

I came to inspect the prisoners of war today because I wanted to find some useful people among those captured. If not, I would send them all back for retraining, and if they were well-trained, they could contribute to the construction of the Alliance.

Cleo, who was tied to the ground with a bruised and swollen face, happened to look up and see me dressed exactly the same as before. A flash of joy appeared in his eyes, and then he said awkwardly, "You...you remember me?"

I laughed and ordered the coyote to untie him, then instructed the mass-produced Seven Legion to speed up the repair of the stronghold; we'd spend the night here.

Meanwhile, release a small number of prisoners and send surrender notices to the last five strongholds. Inform them that if they do not open the gates and surrender by dawn tomorrow, we will raze this place to the ground!

Krio told me that after hearing that their rear had fallen, the Great River tribe decided to shrink their defenses, abandon some land and people to slow our offensive, and at the same time launch a fierce attack on the pass of Mount Corillo, determined to eliminate any future threats and then fight us to the death at the foot of the mountain.

Tactically, this could be described as a desperate gamble or a path to certain death, but strategically, it was flawless.

If I were dealing with a group of enemies who suddenly rise up, I would also feign weakness to trick them into underestimating me and advancing recklessly, while I would wait in comfort to defeat their main force and quell the entire uprising.

This is reasonable, but he should consider the possibility that the enemy's surname is Huo or Li, and that they happen to be very good at fighting.

With a serious expression, the coyote turned to carry out his mission, and another warrior with a similar expression came to my side. It was none other than Fire Fist Ace!

...Never mind, I'll just talk about it separately.

The mass-produced Fire Fist of the Ace Legion has the potential to be a special forces soldier that I want to cultivate. The training method is to have him lead people to roam the battlefield and find opportunities to decide the outcome of the battle from a first-person perspective.

Firefist, usually serious but bursting with passion in battle, is different from Eaton, who oversees the overall situation. Eaton can command hundreds or thousands of people with absolute discipline, while Firefist is better suited to leading small, elite squads of a dozen or so men to launch surprise attacks and deliver heavy blows to the enemy.

"What happened? Your Baidu Tieba account got taken over?" I asked.

Firefist, unaware of the situation, said, "No, Lord Seven X! I think our legion can disguise ourselves as refugees and escape into the city, then take over the other strongholds overnight!"

I nodded: "Very good, our first cohort of Huangpu Military Academy graduates needs bold young people like you!"

After saying that, I took a dagger from my waist: "I'll give you this Zhongzheng sword, but I want you to cooperate with the siege tomorrow before launching another attack, understand?"

Fire Fist answered loudly, "Yes!"

I nodded in satisfaction: "Good, you're very energetic and suitable for piloting warships! If everyone could learn as quickly as you, I could just focus on being the transport captain in the rear."

Compared to Fire Fist's big show, the mass-produced Jack Legion is now a real transport team, carrying camels and horses back and forth between the front and rear every day. They have become much darker from the wind and sun, but their riding skills have become even more superb. It is said that they can cross the five hairpin bends of Mount Akina in one night.

"Hmm...Speaking of Mount Akina, I heard that the tofu production in the rear is almost finished. I wonder if we'll be able to eat it after the war is over?"

The person I asked was Rao, a young man wearing a helmet with horns. Although he didn't know Hokuto Shinken, I didn't know Musou Tensei either, so our main conversation revolved around agricultural production and planting.

After inspecting the lands he had conquered that day, Rao discovered several more fertile fields, and his face lit up with joy. While these fields couldn't be used as point guards to orchestrate fast breaks, they could effectively accelerate the tribe's transition to an agricultural civilization.

What I taught him was a farming method that even a kappa couldn't learn!

I told him that if he focused on agricultural production, he could maintain a good relationship between nature and humanity, keep the land full of life, and not be seriously harmed by toxic dust in the future.

"No problem, Professor Seven X! The research team has already succeeded in the experiment. We just need to improve the formula, and more food storage methods will emerge!"

This young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes is not weak in combat, and because his hometown is gone, he often hides to the side with a gloomy face, which confirms his identity as a mass-produced Leo Legion.

But then again, Loki, the reindeer king, also has two antlers, and his home has been destroyed, so should he be called Loki or Rao?

Do you have any brothers?

Adhering to a rigorous scientific research spirit, I decided to start by examining his sibling relationships to solve this problem. If he has an older brother, he's Loki; if he has a younger brother, he's Rao. This division is simple and clear!

The young man said sadly, "I did have a younger brother before I left, and he insisted on coming with me. But I told him to stay home and take care of the people in the village... Sigh..."

I patted him on the shoulder: "What are your tears! Can they defeat the enemy! You..."

The young man said in surprise, "Teacher, I didn't cry..."

"Oh, it's good that you didn't cry. This is a famous line, you need to memorize it well, go back and copy it a hundred times!" I glared at you, then comforted you, "But don't be sad, who doesn't have a few family members? Who knows, maybe one will pop up again someday? After this battle is over, I'll order the entire Sharp Vision Alliance to search and see if there's any trace of your brother."

Rao exclaimed in surprise, "Thank you, teacher! Is there really any hope?!"

I nodded, thinking that even an orphan like the bald guy could suddenly find a bunch of relatives in the tribe, and even seemed to have a biological father. It would be too easy for you to find your younger brother in the same place.

This incident was quite a blow to the bald man. No one could accept that an old man would suddenly come up to him and say, "I am your father," and be able to tell him about the events of that year, including the blacksmith's information, in great detail.

According to him, his wife died twenty years ago while he was a merchant, so he entrusted his children to a blacksmith and planned to settle down in the loader's territory to live out his old age after completing one last trade route.

But once he said something that sounded like a flag, he was destined never to return. He was even hunted down by forces and forced into exile on the grasslands until he recognized his son a month ago.

We can't determine the truth of the matter; we can only hope to go back and confront the old blacksmith. But whether or not he acknowledges this father has become a source of anxiety for the bald man.

Suddenly, I remembered something else.

Leo has a younger brother, and Rao also has a younger brother. Since we still can't decide between these two options, I'll just let him choose his own codename.

“Rao, if you find your brother, I can add him to the legion. Would you like his codename to be ‘Tochi’ or ‘Astella’?”

The young man scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Teacher, neither of these names seems quite appropriate, right? Tochi is the real name of the 'wise king' chieftain widely revered in the tribe..."

"Wise King"? That nickname sounds familiar.

"Is the person you're talking about related to the Brown Pool tribe?" I seem to remember that the founder of the Brown Pool tribe had this nickname. I didn't expect him to have such a illustrious reputation.

Lao nodded and said, "That's right! The legendary story of the 'Wise King Chief' of the Brown Pool tribe is something my father told me since I was a child. The legendary story of him leading the tribe out of the grasslands, searching for territory, winning over the tribe, taking in many disciples, and finally disappearing alone in the desert is known to everyone on the grasslands. No one dares to call him by his name directly, so they respectfully call him 'Wise King'!"