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The human fleet went to Planet 8!

The arrival of this news made the top leaders of the three major civilizations, including Head of State Motan, all breathe a sigh of relief. Their hearts were instantly relieved, and they even had the urge to cry.

Planet No. 8 is another planet in the Motan galaxy that was lost to the pterosaur cluster. There are only a little fewer pterosaurs living there than on Planet No. 7.

Nowadays, the human fleet has a complete and independent logistics supply system-normally this is not allowed, because it will completely lose control of external forces, but the Motan civilization has no bargaining power in front of human civilization and can only slightly Humiliatingly agreeing to this request - if the human fleet wants to attack the Motan civilization, there will be no power to stop them.

Rely on the Motan fleet? Nonsense, it would be nice to be able to persist in front of the pterosaur now.

Rely on support from other civilizations?

The Yuanshan and Fix civilizations have too much time to take care of themselves, so how can they support themselves.

Rely on Yinmeng? If the Silver Alliance was willing to come forward, how could the pterosaurs come to their own galaxy in the first place.

By morality? Any adult knows that is totally unreliable and has basically no binding effect on civilization.

But now, human civilization really did not take this opportunity to attack its own civilization. They actually went to Planet 8 to destroy the pterosaurs!

They actually really, really came to help and support themselves...

What they said turned out to be true, they really didn't intend to take advantage of others' danger, and they really didn't deceive us?

It turns out that in the Yuansan Alliance, those alliance concepts and treaties that we once regarded as waste paper, as nonsense, and as so-called responsibilities for peace and mutual assistance that fooled children, were actually remembered by human civilization. In your heart, and truly lead by example, practice these concepts?

At this moment, recalling what he had done before, recalling the fear he had felt before, recalling the fear and despair, pain and torture, Head Motan only felt that he was ashamed to the point of being ashamed.

The great sentiments and great beliefs of human civilization truly shocked President Motan.

At this moment, the Motan civilization, which has been obsessed with the interests of civilization all day long, and is obsessed with fighting for its own interests through intrigues and all-out means, and believes that these means are the norm in civilized coexistence, felt for the first time sincerity and The shock that kindness brings to you.

At this moment, the image of human civilization in his mind suddenly reached a height of ten thousand feet. But in front of humans, he is as humble as an ant.

In particular, this giant who is ten thousand feet tall and extremely strong, who can easily crush himself, is actually friendly, and can sincerely help his civilization...

Leader Motan, who had never wavered in the face of the desperate situation of civilization before, never wavered in the face of the collapse of the planet and the tragic deaths of tens of millions of people, and never wavered in the face of the overwhelming pressure of the human army, has wavered in his iron will after truly seeing the goodwill of human civilization. .

His eye circles turned out to be red.

"Great human being..."

When the news was announced, the despair and numbness that had enveloped the entire Motan civilization for hundreds of years were instantly swept away.

People listened to the live broadcast over and over again. The anchor was full of impassioned news, announcing that after the human fleet had established a complete logistics supply system, it was heading to Planet 8 to exterminate the pterosaurs. The expressions on their faces gradually changed from numbness to dismay. Dare to believe, and then changed from disbelief to ecstasy, and then from ecstasy to crying.

"Human beings are really here to help us. There is hope for our civilization..."

"I deserve to die, I deserve to die, I shouldn't scold humans!"

A Motan slapped his face desperately, refusing to stop until his face was swollen.

"Captain, captain, did you see it? Humans have come to avenge us!"

"Long live humanity! Long live humanity!"

This shocking good news seemed to activate the entire Motan society in an instant, allowing the Motan people who were trapped in endless pain and despair to see hope again.

In an instant, the entire Motan society seemed to come to life again.

……

"We need to provide greater support to the human fleet."

At the meeting in the Heads of State, Head Motan solemnly announced a message: "The human fleet is here to assist us. We cannot allow the great human warriors to suffer unnecessary casualties due to insufficient supplies, insufficient intelligence or insufficient support. .

That would be the sin of our Motan civilization.

The industrial sector must immediately connect with the human fleet and do their best to produce the combat readiness materials needed by the human fleet.

The literature and art department must mobilize elite soldiers and generals, form condolence groups, and use the most noble art of our civilization to relax the spirits of human warriors.

The logistics department must prepare immediately to supply food, daily necessities, etc. that can be eaten by humans, and ensure that they can get a good rest.

The military department must go all out to assist the human fleet and meet all their needs.

The first batch of supplies should be prepared within a month. At that time, all our senior leaders will set out together to hand over this batch of materials to the human fleet in person, and express our Motan Civilization's gratitude to Commander Zhang Mingyang in person! "

“I agree.”     “Agree.”

Head of State Motan's proposal was unanimously approved and implemented with unimaginable efficiency. When the news was announced to the public, countless Motan people enthusiastically signed up, asking to join in the work of producing supplies.

Some media even started an essay collection campaign to collect letters of thanks from primary and secondary school students in all civilizations. In just one month, more than 100 million letters of thanks were collected, which could not even be loaded on a heavy-duty transport ship.

The Heads of State has gone through thousands of selections and selected dozens of primary and secondary school students with the sweetest voices and images that are most in line with human aesthetics. They will be brought to the human fleet headquarters in person to sing a chorus to express their gratitude to the human warriors. At the same time, they must also Present medals, flowers, etc.

After finally making preparations, the condolences fleet set off and sent a message to the expeditionary force headquarters.

Seeing this message full of sincere feelings, Zhang Mingyang complained.

"Isn't this just adding to the chaos? Now the battle to clear Planet No. 8 is about to begin. It involves the issue of how much pterosaur flesh and blood we can harvest this time. We are so busy that who has time to receive them?

If you have this energy, you might as well just stay calm and don't hinder our fleet. "

According to statistics from the social sector, the current enthusiasm for pterosaur capsules in human society has further increased. How much pterosaur flesh and blood can be harvested from the cleanup campaign on Planet 8 is a major issue of concern to tens of billions of people.

Even the ruling committee sent a letter of concern, instructing Zhang Mingyang to fight a good battle and harvest at least 500 million pterosaur carcasses. Only in this way can the people temporarily feel at ease.

If this campaign goes wrong, the ruling committee will not be able to explain it to the people.

One can imagine how much pressure Zhang Mingyang was under.

but……

A subordinate advised: "After all, all the top leaders of Motan Civilization are dispatched. If we refuse, the impact will be bad."

Zhang Mingyang stared: "It has a bad influence? Who has a bad influence? The Motan people can also interfere in our human affairs? Just tell them directly that we have no time and let them be honest. Don't cause trouble. Their support is not needed, our own is enough."

"Yes."

Zhang Mingyang muttered with dissatisfaction: "How dare I use the things you Motan people produce? It's not that I look down on you, your performance really doesn't meet the requirements..."

After being flatly rejected by the Human Expeditionary Force Fleet Command, the senior officials of Motan were not embarrassed, but were shocked again.

We originally thought that human civilization was great enough, but we didn't expect that they were so great.

He came to our Motan galaxy, helped us Motans fight, helped us fight against the pterosaurs, saved our civilization, water and fire, and gave our civilization new life. But in the end... because he didn't want to add a burden to our civilization, he refused to even take any supplies. our?

The only reason that could explain the rejection of the human fleet was that they "didn't want to burden us".

Otherwise, is it really like they said, no time?

This is clearly a polite and well-intentioned refusal to save our face and dignity. Not even children would believe this.

“I heard that in human history, there are records of people who have done nothing wrong. I originally thought it was artistic processing and human self-bragging.

How could an army with such powerful force do this?

But now, seeing the performance of the human fleet, I really believe it. "

Head Motan said emotionally: "Great mankind..."

The battle to clear Planet No. 8 finally begins.

Facing the millions of pterosaurs entrenched on Planet 8, Zhang Mingyang commanded the fleet to first establish a peripheral blockade through a large number of automated combat facilities, then release a large number of small unmanned warships to divide the pterosaur cluster, and finally dispatch manned warships. Fixed-point sniping, adhering to the tactical idea of ​​closing the door and hitting the dog, and strive to prevent a pterosaur from escaping.

In the vast starry sky, under the gaze of the earth-yellow planet No. 8, more than 100,000 warships of various types rushed fiercely, with tight coordination and strict formation.

Those extremely ferocious pterosaurs seemed to have turned into wheat under the harvester in front of the human fleet, being harvested without any resistance.

Moreover, the vast majority of pterosaurs die by precise headshots.

The useless head was crushed, but the body of great value was preserved intact.

The fighting lasted for more than three months before it came to an end.

In this battle, more than 680 million pterosaurs were wiped out, and not a single one escaped. Among them, there are more than 650 million pterosaurs with intact corpses preserved.

During the battlefield cleaning, all these pterosaurs were towed away by human warships and thrown directly into the pterosaur biological processing plant on Planet 7.

When the news came out, Motan civilization and human civilization burst into joy at the same time. (End of chapter)