Him and their stars

These sand people reinforcements came at the right time indeed. Just when they arrived near the city, it happened that the thugs launched a surprise attack on the airport. However, the airport raid was suppressed almost as soon as it started, causing almost no ripples.

As a result, the sand people's reinforcements that arrived near Tulong wisely obeyed the instructions of the security headquarters, stopped outside the city's cordon, set up camp, buried pots to make rice, and even sent people to the city to use requests. He asked for some grain and meat.

In addition, some sand people went to a relatively open area outside the city, set up stalls and started selling fried sweet potatoes and fried white worms with rock salt. The main target customers were, of course, the construction workers of the sand people who were building the light rail.

Of course, there were also Lumina and human engineers who lined up from the Red Maple Factory and ran to buy it and taste it after seeing how fresh it was. After all, we are all carbon-based mammals that walk independently, and their nutritional needs should be universal.

Of course, of course, they only took one bite, and then they were beaten up by their respective captains and "club" secretaries. No matter how the nutrition is the same, we are all of different races after all. How can we eat casually without going through the digestive adaptation test? It’s okay if you eat badly, but what if you delay your work?

As for the Sha workers, the squad leaders and secretaries were very polite. He said that it is rest time anyway, you can do whatever you like and spend the wages you receive however you like.

All in all, the attitude of the sand people was so correct that even Akinayama Hachiman with a magnifying glass could not find anything wrong with them. The Community has colonized this area for nearly forty years, and has never seen such a large group of sand people who abide by the rules.

...Well, if you think about it carefully, there is actually still some. Aren't they the Shamin laborers who are building railways, metallurgical plants, and machinery factories under the leadership of engineers from the Red Maple Factory?

Because of this, the arrival of these sand people did not cause any tension among the citizens in the city, and most people even did not know about it. At this time, all their attention has been attracted by the kidnapping case in the factory.

Even so, Akinayama Hachiman still showed great doubts about the existence of these and has been maintaining all-round surveillance of them.

At this moment, in the wilderness one hundred and fifty kilometers away from Tulong City, in the coalition camp from fifty-two "friendly" city-states and tribes, a strong sand warrior who looked like a big shot was fighting. On a nearby hill, he looked toward the city in the distance with a telescope.

"Didn't you say that the whole city will be in chaos? How long has this been going on?" He muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "Hurry up and let the chaos begin! If there is no chaos, it will be difficult for me to stop here. ah!"

As soon as he finished talking like this, he heard someone calling his name from behind: "Tituo, come quickly. The clan leaders above want to appoint some more warrior captains to the city. They discussed with the earth masters how to set up defenses, and then decided It’s you.”

The young man named Ti Tuo stood up, his movements seemed a bit awkward, like a robot with rusty joints. His expression was also a little dull, and there was almost no focus in his vertical pupils. However, because of the color of the sky, the sand people who called him did not notice anything unusual.

Tituo blinked his thick eyelids with scales, and his brown eyes suddenly regained consciousness, and his movements became flexible and natural.

He silently walked towards the companion who called him, looking at the cloth belt and military rank mark hanging diagonally on the other party's body with disgust on his face. Of course, the other party is also a young sandman. He is also very strong, but he doesn't look very smart. It's just that this big man from the sand people who is not very smart carries a 9mm kinetic energy rifle on his back, a power ax on his waist, and armor made of alloy tied to the vital parts of his body with cloth straps. .

The cloth belt is also decorated with a badge that is exactly the same as the orange armband of the Earth Guard, as well as three stripes representing rank.

This is the look of a proper squadron leader of the Sand Militia.

Because there are currently no uniforms in Xinyumen that are suitable for the body shape of the sand people, they can only use these cloth belts with markings to temporarily represent the identity of the officers and soldiers of the militia.

Ti Tuo's eyes widened and he said in a rough voice: "Tutu, is this okay? You are the son of Moduo, the son of the King of Fire, Moduo. Is this okay?"

Tutu blinked his eyes and grinned with a simple smile: "My city-state is gone a long time ago! After my father died, all his loyal ministers also betrayed me and wanted to kill me. I am in a deserted country. I have been wandering in the wilderness for more than a year. If I hadn't been picked up by Chief Wayali, I would have died there. But now, I am a squadron leader of a militia group, with food and accommodation included, and a monthly allowance of 500 , and you can also read and learn for free.”

Ti Tuo looked at the other person's happy face and was speechless for a moment.

"Chief Vayali also said that we, the captains, are the first batch to apply for citizenship, and the Earth side has already approved it. After this battle is over, by next month, I will be an official citizen of the Blue Star Community. La! The subsidy can be increased to 1,500 by then."

Tutu puffed out his chest proudly, still looking so heartless and not very smart, but the pride in his eyes could not be concealed.

"Also! Last year, Chief Qiu Mingshan led several wealthy Minlan gentlemen to visit his hometown. Yes, the city and the castle had long been in ruins. But Minlan gentlemen always said that there was a better place to live. It is located in the inland sea and has a very good climate. It can be turned into a lakeside tourist town. It said that there are many lakeside paradises on the desert planet that are very unique. Although I didn't understand it, I was shocked. Chief Akinayama meant, We will count the castle and city area as our family's ancestral land. When the Minlan people pay the land purchase price, they will send the money to me. Hehehe, by then we will also be rich and citizens of the community, and we will move to the earth. go."

Tutu looked at his old friend with a not-so-spiritual look, and said earnestly: "Tituo, isn't this why we fight for life and death? I know you are Qazi Khan's cousin, but your family You are the only one left, so don’t do stupid things. Really, don’t do stupid things! If that doesn’t work, how about you join the militia? But be my adviser for a while. Really, I won’t lie to you, the salary is very good. And with your abilities, you might even be able to officially become a guard officer!"

When the other party was still silent, Tutu said again: "I'll wait for you at the gate of the camp. Just follow me into the city." Then he walked away humming a tuneless earth song.

Ti Tuo looked at the opponent's back and stood there for nearly half a minute.

"So, is this all right?" There was obvious confusion and struggle in his eyes again.

Ti Tuo had always looked down on this guy who was not very smart and had his cowardice written all over his face. He was obviously the only son of the famous warrior city lord, but he didn't inherit even the slightest bit of courage from his father. But now, he suddenly discovered that when this guy found his position correctly, his waist was even straighter than when he was the prince of the city-state.

And, is this guy really not smart? My mind seems to be too clear!

"Is this okay? Is this the future of the Sand People? Why is it like this? No, it shouldn't be like this!" He murmured to himself, but then, it seemed that he was stimulated by some unknown force. Like his spirit. Some beating flesh sprouts seemed to pop up from the gaps in his scales, and the trance in his eyes seemed to solidify. After a moment, the dull eyes regained focus and became a vivid living person again.

He snorted coldly and strutted towards the camp at the foot of the mountain.

This force, which consists of 200,000 young and middle-aged Sha people, is composed of city-states and tribes that have good relations with the colonial government. Those relatively powerful city lords and leaders of large tribes became the leaders of this "rabble".

In Tituo's view, these gentlemen are actually full of silverfish and can be easily deceived. Although he only has two to three thousand direct descendants under his command, he is already very influential among the 200,000 troops, and those stupid and fatuous "big guys" also trust him very much.

No, after a few discussions with the "big guys", he was officially appointed as the representative of the Sand Democratic Alliance and prepared to go to the city to attend the so-called defense meeting.

The group of them was riding in a large all-off-road pickup truck that could pull a dozen militia soldiers at a time. There is also a machine gun mounted on the front of the vehicle.

If this thing were placed in the mainland, it would be the equipment of a gang at most, but if placed in Xinyumen, this kind of dual-use vehicle that can occasionally haul goods is deeply loved by the sand people. No, Tituo didn't hide his envy and hatred from the beginning to the end when he looked at this big pickup truck. He felt that his fast-moving lizard, which was so strong and said to travel thousands of miles a day, should be killed and eaten.

It wasn't until he was about to enter the city that he learned from Tutu that the rioters who attacked the airport failed and were now driven to the factory area to resist.

Only about thirty people? Wasn't the original plan supposed to involve thousands of people rioting? Ti Tuo was so shocked that he was completely speechless for the next moment.

Until he was about to enter the city, he couldn't help but look at the lively scene in the wilderness by the road. Now, in the countryside outside the Tulon city shield, several market areas have been designated, and various colorful billboards have naturally been hung up. The place looked very much like a small commodity market in a suburban county. Although it was a bit messy, it was full of market atmosphere.

Even so, to these sand people, it was a Western scene they had never seen before.

"Hey, look, as I said, Tulong has changed a lot in the past two years. If I hadn't heard that there was going to be a war, this place would be even more lively." Tutu looked proud.

You're so proud, it's not your fault. Ti Tuo snorted in his heart, and then saw a stall under a large roadside billboard, and a sand man with black scales next to the stall.

This sand man, who was already very majestic by looking at the quality and color of his scales, grinned widely and showed a businesslike smile, and was patiently explaining something to a group of passing sand men.

What's important is that several of the sand people who listened attentively and with moved faces were Ti Tuo's subordinates.

He was so angry that he just wanted to jump out of the car, but he recognized the face of the black-scaled sandman and couldn't help but look at Tutu: ""Then, that person is Fashan! So, is that really Fashan? "

"It's Mr. Fashan. Oh, he also has a stall here!"

"He, he is a disciple of Great Elder Hessen! Back then, he also participated in the Battle of Tulong."

"Hessen, I don't remember this name." Tutu said as if I was really not very smart, "He is now an agricultural contractor and has contracted a large area of ​​land in Jing'en Valley to grow food provided by the youth club. , the work is booming. It is said that they are preparing to expand the farm area, and they should need manpower. By the way, don’t you often buy those sweet potatoes and large black beans? No one has starved to death this year, right?"

Indeed, since last year, at least the sand people, who have a relatively good relationship with the colonial government, have rarely had problems with food crises. They can often buy the food they need at much lower prices than usual. Although everyone still didn't have enough to eat, at least no one was starving to death.

In the past, this would have been a prosperous year.

Of course, Fashan didn't know that the drought-tolerant grains cultivated by someone using psychic powers had already been planted in Xinyumen. Among them, a large number of "powerful" sand people contracted land, forged swords into plowshares, and suddenly became large farmers and people living a happy life.

Of course, both earthlings and sand people will feel that the quality of these grains is not good, and the dishes produced will not taste good. If used to feed livestock, Xinyumen indeed lacks the necessary natural conditions for large-scale livestock raising. As a result, Xinyumen still needs to import a large amount of food from the imperial colonies.

However, being forced to import food and actively importing food while ensuring food security are completely different things.

Tutu looked at his old friend who was already showing fascination, and said: "In short, the club has listed many terms for cooperation. If you are interested, you can also go and have a look. Tituo, the one occupied by your tribe The grassland is actually pretty good, and there are mines nearby...Tituo, Tituo? What's wrong with you?"

The young leader of the Sand People tribe let out a deep sigh and said in a voice that only he could hear: "This is really the kind of world we hate to come to the most."

"Ah? What did you say?" Tutu was startled.

Ti Tuo looked at his friend and smiled: "I was just thinking that maybe I could change my life."

However, somewhere he couldn't see, the tiny hair-like tentacles were still flowing between the gaps in the scales, just like the thin lines behind the puppet that were obscured by the shadow of the light.

"Speaking of which, Tutu, what happened to those guys who revolted... and rioted at the airport?"