Him and their stars

Afraid of taking everything seriously. And for someone like Busca, who has fought in the war and worked as a skilled worker and is now an engineer, once he gets serious about it, the effect will naturally be doubled.

He took his friends and spent three days organizing the 150,000 workers. It took another week for them to learn the basics of reading and writing, and teach them how to operate power gloves and basic tools.

As a result, the construction work of the light rail was finally on track.

Assembling the main construction of the track, laying electromagnetic equipment and tracks, and debugging voltage and magnetic field. Naturally, they cannot do these technical tasks, but wearing labor gloves, they can at least take over all the purely physical work.

However, this is not the end. In addition to the work companies, which had one unit of labor for every 100 people, Busca organized five companies into a battalion. Each camp is equipped with a terminal and projector, and is equipped with literacy software for 3-year-old children, so that the Shaman laborers can learn literacy. He required that all workers, organized into work companies, must spend one night a week to attend classes.

The Shamin workers were puzzled and said that literacy should be a matter for the gentlemen. What does it have to do with lower-class people like them? As long as you have work to do and food to eat, wouldn't it be great?

You know, now they can get twenty kilograms of food every day they work, and salted fish and insect cakes every ten and a half days, plus some medicines and other daily supplies as bonuses, which is enough for the whole family to survive. . What's more, they won't be beaten to death by the gentlemen and fed to lizards just because they moved their left leg first. For ordinary sand people and slaves, this is a good life that they could not even imagine before.

Of course, after Busca sent the ultimate rule of "Failure to complete the learning tasks, rations will be deducted", the sand people's enthusiasm for learning suddenly increased.

The population of the Sand People on the entire planet is estimated to be over 200 million, and the quality of life and understanding of society for most of them are still in the Bronze Age. However, at least these 150,000 workers and their families are stepping into the future in a down-to-earth manner.

After doing all this, Busca did not realize what a feat he had achieved. He just performed all this out of the simple morality of a laborer and a youth club member.

A month later, after Simon Wayali and Akinayama Hachiman easily settled the cross-examination of the Governor's Mansion, they began to think about how to sign some young people from the sand people to supplement the defense force of the new Yumen.

"If we want long-term peace and stability here, in addition to providing jobs for the sand people, we must also arm them." Hachiman said.

Officials in the Governor's Mansion felt that this arrogant "Moon Man" was simply going crazy. Although top students from prestigious schools like to go crazy, now this crazy method simply doesn't make sense at all.

However, Simon Vayali immediately expressed his approval.

"We Earthlings have no problem discriminating against different races. There are grays, bears, and tauren in the community army. Even my good friend Mengjiao is a highlander. Why can't there be sand people?"

Seeing that the bureaucrats at the Governor's Office and the Security Headquarters were still full of doubts about this, Hachiman said: "We are recruiting stormtroopers for the Thirteenth Fleet and have nothing to do with the New Yumen area. Don't worry, if something goes wrong, it will also be caused by We are just responsible.”

Having said that, if trouble really breaks out, how can the local department not take the blame? But they really couldn't find a reason to stop this, so they had no choice but to let these two young officers with backgrounds do it.

However, when they actually started operating, they were surprised to find that there were more than 10,000 sand workers who could read and write.

They soon learned that this was all the fault of Bouska's literacy class.

"This is the power of workers!" Simon, a child born in a soy sauce factory, felt that he had gained a new understanding.

"If Yu Lian had used this trick when he was here, the riots in New Yumen would have been impossible." Akinayama Hachiman, who was born as a young gangster, is used to thinking in a utilitarian way.

"When the New Yumen Incident happened, the Chairman had been here for less than two weeks. He couldn't even figure out the cultural habits of the sand people. How could he do this?" Simon said something fair.

In short, the two officers were very moved by Busca's work, and without hesitation, they took 5,000 people from the labor force and organized them into a guard marine brigade.

At present, there is no power armor that can be worn by sand people in the community's arsenal, but as long as it is slightly modified with an engineering exoskeleton and two armor plates are installed at key locations, it can be used as military equipment for the time being. In addition, although the average height and strength of the sand people are higher than that of humans, their upper limbs are still relatively thick and they can still use the rifles of human marines.

As a result, thirty years after the community colonized Xinyumen, it finally had an army composed of local people.

Simon said to these desert workers who had put on military uniforms and picked up weapons, but were still ignorant: "Accept our training and command, and learn how to be a soldier. You do not need to suppress your own reports, But you have an obligation to protect everything that came before!"

Then, with the help of a translator, Hachiman vividly reminded everyone of what kind of life you poor people and slaves lived before, and what kind of life you would encounter if other sand people came back. encounter.

"Your previous status was not even as good as the mechanical sex doll that the city lord bought from the alliance. So, who is your enemy?" Hachiman concluded.

"I will teach you how to be a true warrior, a warrior who knows how to protect everything you have." Simon said.

The morale of the sand people was boosted.

However, perhaps only half of them were because of this grievance meeting, and the other half was because they learned that soldiers who ate the imperial rations could have meat to eat.

There is no way, the sand people who were born at the bottom have never had any nationalistic sentiments, and they just ignorantly regard these earth officers as saviors who fell from the sky. Now, I have to regard them as my teachers again.

Indeed, until this time, the sand people still couldn't figure out their situation, but they just felt that their confused minds seemed to be getting clearer and clearer. They also intuitively realized that serving as cannon fodder for the city lords and tribal elders was not the same as serving as soldiers for the earth's masters.

As for Busca, the best and bravest among his labor force were drawn to join the army. He immediately realized what it means to catch a strong man, and his blood pressure immediately went up.

The elderly people in the factory had previously told the children who grew up in the Red Maple Factory how the young people of Rumina were captured and used as cannon fodder during the empire's rule.

However, he really had no reason to stop it. Because workers who join the army are voluntary and receive a military pay. Although it is only half the size of the Lumina Guard... But we must know that the Guard is a product of local autonomy, and the military salaries are all raised by the local government. Whether it is more or less depends on the level of development of the place.

From then on, Busca had no good feelings toward Akinayama Hachiman and Simon Vayingali.

No, even when Simon passed by him while leading a group of Sand Soldiers for training, he still had a face on his arm and deliberately showed a cold expression. He was afraid that he would show reluctance.

You know, these soldiers are the best young men among the laborers, and they may be able to produce a few engineers.

Of course, this is also the biggest dissatisfaction Busca can express. Although he is still young, he is already considered an excellent worker leader, and he naturally understands priorities.

You know, Mr. Summers, who arrived at Xinyumen just last month, brought him three pieces of good news, but they were not as shocking as the last piece of bad news.

Two months ago, the main fleet of predators broke through the empire's glory gate.

I originally thought that the Empire, who was beaten up by the captain in the far shore nebula, was very stretched, but I never expected that it would be like this! Busca couldn't help but think.

The majestic overlord of the galaxy! How could a mere predator break through the star gate? It's so shameless to cause everyone so much trouble!

Busca is not afraid of predators. There are just a group of crueler and more organized pirates on his left and right. After all, he has experienced even the virtual world monsters and the invasion of the empire. Things that can make him moved are already in this universe. There isn't much left. But as an excellent engineer, he was very worried about the progress of the project. You know, according to the original plan, we will build the light rail in the first half of the year, and have the factories on both sides start production within this year.

In this way, he can happily return to his hometown and continue his studies at Suncheon Institute of Technology.

During this period, the transport ships that arrived at Xinyumen from the mainland were all weapons and more reinforcements, but they did not have what he wanted most, large engineering equipment equipped with anti-gravity devices.

Busca knew that it was precisely because of the raiders that the community had used all its precious transport capacity to strengthen reinforcements. The sequence of civilian ships can only be pushed back continuously.

"Don't worry, you are leading the workers of the Sand People very well. As long as the plunderers don't come to cause trouble, we will catch up with the plan." Simon comforted.

The premise is that they really don’t come to cause trouble! Busca gave up the smile in front of him, but sighed again in his heart.

"Then, I won't disturb your training." Buska reluctantly looked away from the sand soldiers wearing exoskeletons.

However, Simon had no intention of leaving immediately. He hesitated for a moment and said: "Cloth worker, I need to remove another 10,000 workers from you."

Busca immediately became anxious after hearing this, and stood up from the bed of the truck with a shout: "...Hey, you, comrade major, don't push yourself too hard! I tell you, although we are all members of the youth club Member, but I’m from the Rumina branch, and you, the secretary of the Thirteenth Fleet branch, can’t control me!”

"...I am actually the deputy secretary." Simon corrected him nonchalantly, and then said: "I want to configure four positions for the orbital anti-aircraft artillery battalion on the hills surrounding the No. 2 factory site, and a shield. Generator. We will also deploy six more anti-aircraft battalions along the line of our light rail construction site."

Busca was silent for a moment, and then sighed: "This, such a big battle? It has been two months since the predators broke through the star gate, and there is still no news. Will they really come to attack here?"

New Yumen is indeed the most valuable colonial planet for the Community in the New World. Although it is a dry desert planet with a population of more than two million, not including sand people, and only one tulon in the big city, it is rich in precious metals, drought-resistant spices, etc. .

However, no matter how you put it, compared to the fertile agricultural planets of the Empire's Glory Governor's Mansion, New Yumen is indeed very barren.

"At least we can't be sure that the predators won't come, so we don't qualify for gambling." Simon said.

Busca had to admit that the other party was right.

"The plunderers are indeed a large-scale pirate group that is larger, more organized, more organized, and more brutal. But since they are pirates, they always have a profit-seeking side. We only need to make them believe that if they attack rashly, The new Yumen will definitely make them pay a price they cannot afford, and that may make them retreat."

Busca showed a painful expression, as if he had missed a hundred million. However, he still grinned and said: "...Give me two days, and I will prepare ten thousand people for you."

Simon nodded gratefully: "After a while, you can directly hand over to Lieutenant Ander from the Engineering Department."

Simon then moved on with the human and sand citizen soldiers wearing power armor.

Busca watched the group of people disappear over the horizon, then lowered his eyelids and glanced at a certain labor leader who was still in a daze under the car.

This is also a smart and clever young sandman named Tutu, who can now speak a lot of Earth's lingua franca. Busca has always felt that if this young man could complete basic education here on Earth, he would have the potential to become an outstanding engineer like himself.

"Go ahead. The work of leveling the ground is just mechanical physical work, but the technical content of building artillery positions is much higher. Even if you just do manual work, it will still be very helpful for your growth."

Tutu was half-informed. His current language skills are not yet capable of understanding so much complex information.

Therefore, the translator hired from Tulon quickly conveyed Busca's words to the other party.

The Shamin foreman was immediately ecstatic and wanted to kneel down again, but Busca quickly pulled him up.

"However, within two days, you have to finish writing in the copybook I left for you. I'll check it tomorrow!"

Tutu understood this, and suddenly showed a sad and even fearful expression.

As a result, the ordinary workers who were eating and watching the excitement burst into laughter.

Although Busca couldn't understand the expressions of these creatures that looked like upright alligators, he could feel their emotions. The bad news about the predators in recent days had made him sleepless, and his mood suddenly changed. Much more comfortable.