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

I exclaimed in surprise, "So powerful? And a person who is both literate and skilled in martial arts? Then why is the Brown Pool tribe in such a sorry state?"

Krio, who had been pretending to be dead, overheard our conversation and immediately said in a boastful manner, "I know that! The 'wise king' chieftain of yesteryear was renowned, but he suddenly disappeared, and his disciples all left, which led to the decline of the once-powerful Brown Pool tribe, leaving only women to struggle to maintain the status quo."

"What knowledge did this 'wise king' teach that earned everyone's respect?" I asked, while also giving him a portion of the food we had brought as a reward.

Krio took the food from my hand and patiently explained, "There's a lot more to it than that. On one hand, there's the lost technology he unearthed in the desert, including knowledge of textiles, metallurgy, medicine, and biochemistry, among other things. But all of this was revealed as a bargaining chip to get the Brownpool tribe to join the Great Plains tribes. The armor and traps were also brought by him..."

No wonder the tribe's wooden armor was made of primitive materials yet had an advanced structure; it turned out to be advanced technology passed down from the desert. This kind of Fuxi-like figure is indeed worthy of being called a "wise king," and is clearly different from military titles such as "scorpion" or "leopard."

"What else? With just these benefits, the Brown Pool tribe would have been annexed long ago, wouldn't it?"

Krio wolfed down his food before wiping his mouth clean and saying, "Your Excellency is wise! More importantly, it was Chief 'Wise King' who took on disciples. To prevent the Brown Pool tribe from becoming isolated, he took the initiative to recruit disciples from the Thirteen Covenant tribes and impart his knowledge to them. These people have now become the pillars of their tribes. Our Great River tribe's Chief Berthold is said to be one of his outstanding disciples."

Damn, this old bastard actually has such a connection with the Brown Pool tribe?!

Looking back, he initially seemed to have preferred a gentler approach to dealing with the Brownpool tribe's problems. According to Jay, the elder woman also had mixed feelings of love and hate towards this man; could it be because of his past experiences studying there?

Suddenly encountering this decades-old, outdated gossip, I almost spat out my food. Everyone on the grasslands is related; could it be that this war became unavoidable because I stirred things up?

I pondered for a moment and then dismissed the absurd idea. Judging from the actions of the "wise king" chief, he must have known that the baseless Brown Pool tribe would find it difficult to establish itself, so he used both soft and hard tactics to find ways to create space for the tribe to survive.

But now, the living space of the Brown Pool tribe is almost gone. If I don't intervene, the entire tribe will be divided and absorbed sooner or later. Although Chief "Wise King" and I have different methods, we share the same goal for the Brown Pool tribe. I suppose we are kindred spirits.

The biggest difference between us is that he is fighting alone, and no matter how talented he is, he can't carry the whole ship alone. But I have already set up a great momentum, so I can use more violent and direct means to achieve my goal.

After chatting for a while, we were almost full when we realized that our conversation with Rao had inexplicably gone off-topic, so I continued to ask.

"Let's continue our previous topic, Rao. Is there anything wrong with that other name?"

Rao thought for a moment before recalling my question, and then smiled brightly, revealing a set of fine teeth: “Another code name is also inappropriate. ‘Atlas’ and ‘Astra’ are the names of the two creator gods in our mythology, and ordinary people would not dare to offend them.”

"Myth? I have a feeling it's some kind of serious misunderstanding... I'll have Taro find out about it another day..." I muttered to myself.

At this point, Rao also asked, "Sir, I was just about to ask where Taro went? Why didn't he travel with us?"

I said in a low voice, "He has another mission: to go to the grasslands alone to win over more oppressed people and bring them into our righteous ranks. His legion has a special structure and its functions are not quite the same as yours."

I taught him the "Military Infiltration Operations Manual (Fishman Language Version)" textbook and knowledge of secret investigations, hoping that with his strong social skills and innate good luck, he could become a fearsome force behind enemy lines.

In fact, besides the job I mentioned, Taro also has a secret mission.

Once I've settled things here, I still need to figure out a way to test the route back from the spatial anchor point. Therefore, Taro must be currently using the map I drew, searching the grasslands for rumors and clues about the spatial anchor point's location.

Chapter 522 predicted your prediction.

"Baldy, your condition seems to be stabilizing," I said casually.

The bald man followed me expressionlessly, saying with a hint of smugness, "Yeah, ever since I met you, I've felt my condition improving, and the strange voices in my head are getting quieter."

It's certainly a good thing that the bald man was able to get rid of his strange ramblings, but without the support of mysterious power, he can do less and less. He can no longer consistently and stably brainwash newly recruited personnel, so I have to assign more people to manage him.

Therefore, Char Aznable, who cloned the Eddie Legion, had no choice but to keep up with the propaganda work. His legion gathered a large group of laid-off priests seeking new employment, using a combination of northern and southern tactics, as well as soft and hard persuasion, to quickly absorb the captured population.

What I had the bald man teach Char was the same ideological and political system used by the Reverse-Lightning Legion, which was used to reshape the minds of these Great River Tribe prisoners through repeated, repetitive playback every day.

By the sixth day, the Vision Alliance had expanded to its limit, needing to absorb a large population and integrate numerous affairs. Therefore, if this battle failed, all previous efforts would be in vain, and the efforts made for expansion would face the threat of a fierce counterattack.

Fortunately, for the thirteen allied tribes, this battle was also a matter of life and death; their survival and our rise and fall seemed to hinge on this seemingly ordinary day.

At first, I was also disappointed that no miraculous "dawn" occurred on this day, which would have allowed the eyewitnesses of what was possibly the largest war on the edge of the planet to leave behind various extraordinary records in history books, documents, and memoirs.

Until this battle exceeded all my expectations.

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On the vast plains at the foot of Mount Corillo, a scene of tranquility unfolded. The towering sacred mountain still stood atop the Jade Peak, its ancient grandeur and solitude overlooking the myriad beings of the planet.

Several eagles soared through the clouds, their arrogant gazes sweeping across the land and mountains. Their cries echoed through the vast expanse, but they were suddenly terrified by the menacing aura that seemed to reach the heavens.

On that land, countless tiny figures, like ants, are waging a fierce battle.

The Sharp Vision Alliance's armed forces were divided into three square formations, commanded by the mass-produced Seven Legion, the mass-produced Ace Legion, and the mass-produced Leo Legion. They faced the enemy camp in a triangular formation, holding spears and shields, and slowly advanced forward.

The battle began the moment we came into view of the Thirteen Covenant tribes.

The vast grassland was now filled with murderous intent. In response to our offensive posture, the enemy also took the initiative to deploy their forces, perfectly demonstrating their numerical advantage of more than 5,000 men besieging the camp.

In this battle, our side actually had two thousand soldiers participating, and there were also three hundred riders from the mass-produced Jack Legion who were combat-ready. At present, they were still serving as reserves and scouts, guarding the battlefield to prevent the enemy from launching an attack from the flanks.

Although the Thirteen Alliance tribes outnumbered the others, a thousand of them were warriors from small and medium-sized tribes who had come from various places to provide support. Apart from sharing the same goal (or suffering the same oppression), they had no organization or coordination and were basically unable to launch an offensive.

What I fear most are the combat forces hidden deep within the thirteen allied tribes and other major powers.

As far as I know, the Giant River tribe brought a total of 1,200 people, who on their own almost surpassed my total output. They were all elite warriors, mainly warriors who wielded iron spears in one hand and axes in two. The "fighters" I defeated were not to be underestimated either, and they clearly had a considerable number of combat power in the same tier.

The Scorpion Yakan tribe had a total of 800 cavalry and 200 infantry. They were nowhere to be seen at this time, probably because they were hiding in their main camp preparing to release a flood to break through the enemy's defenses.

The Sokeno Chieftain's Alliance also had five hundred dryland warriors. They stood in formation outside the main camp, wielding sharp machetes and wearing strangely designed wasteland armor, making one wonder if these guys had come from the neighboring Fallout movie set for a visit.

I also recognized the more than four hundred warriors of the Balg clan alliance. They were all carrying quivers and swords at their waists, lined up in two horizontal rows with bows drawn and arrows nocked, facing each other with a dignified air.

The number of these main armed forces that have shown themselves is already equal to our numbers, not to mention the other violent armed force that is eyeing our camp from the sidelines.

The leader decisively raised a Christmas tree flag, signaling to the captain not to fire, that it was him.

Gray has been doing quite well lately. He's gone from being the leader of a rabble to the commander of a hundred-strong double-axe assault force, thanks to his great achievements. It seems he's managed to build a relationship with Bertholdt and gain considerable power.

"attack!"

With a roar from the opposite side, Chief Berthold, standing on the high platform, was still vigorous despite his advanced age. His hair and beard were white, but his voice was full of energy. He waved the order for the attack.

Suddenly, a force of 500 men emerged from between the tents of the besieging camp and charged toward our troops, wielding various weapons.

The mass-produced Ace Legion, bearing the brunt of the attack, quickly halted, made brief adjustments, raised their shields and spears, and launched a counter-charge against the enemy.

This was the first time I had organized such a large-scale battle. In order to strengthen control over the front-line troops, I also put on inconspicuous clothing and followed Fire Fist, ready to perform battlefield micro-management at any time.

"You, raise your spear two centimeters!"

"You, lower your shield a bit!"

"You, tuck your pants in tightly. Remember our military regulations: woolen trousers inside cotton trousers, and cotton trousers tucked into socks!"

"Your facial expressions are too varied! Are you trying to become the Mask?!"

I glanced over, quickly issued a series of instructions, and then… was completely ignored. Everyone was so engrossed in the tense battle that no one was listening to what I was saying.

As the enemy approached, Fire Fist Ace's expression gradually became more lively. He looked at me with eager eyes, indicating his desire to use the tactics planned yesterday.

I nodded and began to give out the coded instructions aloud.

"Little Bird Electric Car!"

Upon hearing my command, the mass-produced Ace Legion began to move forward. The steps in front were small but fast, while the steps behind were large but slow. With the coordination of the two, the entire legion of 666 people was like a train slowly starting to move, roaring forward and accelerating.

"Sharp Station Yellow Flash!"

The second command was given during acceleration, at which point the square formation's flanks suddenly spread out.

The soldiers on both sides deliberately lagged behind by one body length, while the soldiers behind filled the gaps in front, forming an arrowhead-shaped charging formation to meet the enemy who was within arm's reach.

"Fire Fist Ace!"

The entire group of members of the Sharp Vision Alliance, all wearing bright yellow headbands, were gritting their teeth as they fought against their enemy. The technique used to create these yellow headbands was an accidental invention by the research team within the dyeing branch of textile technology.

The two sides' warriors clashed violently. Some were pushed back, spitting out blood, while others firmly controlled the battle line, forming a clearly defined tug-of-war zone, filled with the glint of swords and spears.

On the other side, a motley crew of thirteen allied tribes charged out. These were warriors from small tribes, not under any one leader, and their charge resulted in heavy casualties.

Bertholdt has achieved his goal.

With these people disrupting our formation, their main force has the opportunity to rush into the battlefield and reap the rewards of victory.

But at my command, all the warriors of the Sharp Vision Alliance took a step back, suddenly creating a clear-cut clear zone on the battlefield.

"Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Charge!"

As I rapidly counted down, a rift suddenly appeared in our ranks, and Fire Fist led his chosen elites out of the crowd.

Fire Fist, the protagonist, single-handedly traversed the narrow crevice, wielding his battle sword and charging into the enemy ranks. Warriors on either side slung their shields over their shoulders, creating a path along their shoulders, while other warriors raced forward, leaping high and relentlessly plunging into the enemy lines!

Seeing this, I nodded slightly. He stabilized the situation in just three seconds; truly worthy of the Yellow Flash I'd chosen! So Spartan!

At this point, it would be even better to have a speaker playing "Kaki Tokita." With their own background music, unless it's some kind of Iron-Blooded Youth Group's Chief Chen, they shouldn't be at a disadvantage, right?

After they saw that the suicide squad's charge had failed to break us apart and instead resulted in them being wiped out in large numbers, it seems their battle plan had to be adjusted.

As expected, what greeted me was not the cavalry charge I had anticipated, but a hail of arrows.

At this moment, a large number of people in the front row, both friend and foe, were trapped inside. I rushed forward and rescued Ace, only to find that his wooden armor was riddled with arrows. Fortunately, I managed to parry the vital attacks with my longsword.

"Retreat and prepare for the second wave of attack."

After the mass-produced Ace Legion withdrew from the front line, it immediately retreated into the defensive lines of the mass-produced Seven Legion and the mass-produced Leo Legion.

Just as the two sides were engaged in close combat, the two legions behind them did not waste any time. They began to use entrenching tools and their own tools to build simple fortifications on the spot, using small trenches as defensive cover to support their comrades who needed to rest.

Strangely, the enemy also abandoned their pursuit and charge, and suddenly ordered a full retreat, which was puzzling.

In the era before radio communication, all orders relied solely on the commander's judgment and the autonomous operations of the ranks. Such warfare was like two dull giants locked in combat, lacking the swift and decisive decapitation strikes of modern warfare.

In comparison, the key to victory lies in who reacts faster and who can accurately strike the vital points.

There were figures moving about in the enemy camp, and smoke was rising from the chimneys, indicating that quite a few people were hiding, ready to strike, and they hadn't revealed all their cards yet. Bertholdt and I probably both wanted to play a defensive counter-attacking style, which turned the battle into a turn-based game.

During the lull in the arrow rain, the mass-produced Seven Legion instantly rushed out of the trenches, gave cover to their comrades, and charged towards the enemy, quickly approaching the archers who had moved to the front to fire.

Wielding a two-handed logging axe, the hyena led his equally powerful warriors in a charge forward. Their superior armor-piercing heavy weapons made them extremely efficient in combat, and they quickly caught up with the fleeing suicide squad, broke through the first layer of defense, and charged into the enemy ranks despite being outnumbered.

Wielding their dual weapons, the Sokeno Chieftain's Alliance's land warriors stepped forward, suddenly blocking the path of the mass-produced Seven Legion.

I was about to praise them for their bravery when I took a closer look and realized that the Thirteen Alliance tribes' allies were silently and slowly retreating while shouting attack slogans, leaving the honest and simple-minded land warrior all alone...

I could tolerate you people stepping back, and your moonwalk-like movements while pretending to move forward were just too much. But how did you cavalrymen teach your horses to moonwalk?! Are dressage dancers also Michael Jackson fans?!

The two sides, evenly matched in number, clashed instantly. Amidst the flashing blades and the clash of swords, people died one after another, while others continued to charge forward.

I changed into wooden armor and a logging axe, and continued to blend into the crowd, stealthily approaching the high platform where Bertholdt was, attempting to assassinate the leader.

I easily broke through the resistance of the dryland warriors and rushed into the camp of the Giant River Tribe. My wood-chopping axe instantly cleaved through the enemies blocking my way, and amidst the splattering blood, I met an exceptionally elite team.

These warriors were not particularly outstanding in appearance, and their methods of attack varied, but they were all equally ruthless and relentless, possessing a strange characteristic of combining strength and gentleness. Between each move, two variations would appear, ready to strike my weak points unexpectedly at any time, and fearlessly blocking my attack.

What's even more surprising is that everyone in this group of over a hundred people has the characteristic of being blue "fighters," and their uniformity is so striking that it cannot be ignored.

Through my research within the Sharp Vision Alliance and after investigating numerous cases, I have discovered the secrets of character traits.