Although these more than 60 people are all old, weak, sick and disabled, if they really fight against the cosmic government army, it will be like hitting a stone with an egg.

But the rule that you can't break any equipment on the space station has been used by us, and the entire forest farming company has been completely locked down.

It can still play a small role at first, but when the supplies are pitiful.

The resources outside are getting fewer and fewer, and the cosmic government army is really pointing the finger at the forest farmers.

There are more and more dead, and I don't know who is coming from them. The cosmic government forces have already begun to eat people, because meat has appeared in the food recently.

Of course, the propaganda on the radio is levied from a certain B-class area, but in fact, I guess I know that this is human flesh.

That year, my mother told me to hide in the company and not near the company gate.

Occasionally, I would look out of the sealed window that was blocked, and the army was already blocking the door of the forester.

Just because the equipment can't be destroyed casually, the side is reluctant to do it for fear of chain causing spacecraft failure.

Mom said that at the door of the company, there was a spacecraft engineer from the space government decrypting the door lock code.

But there are also top spaceship engineers among the people on our Lingnong side, and there are backs and forths under the struggle between the two sides.

One decoding, one encrypting.

Thirteen hours after the Cosmic Government announced that it would attack us and make us surrender unconditionally. The company's door has not been cracked, which is everyone's last hope.

Because as long as the door is opened, it is estimated that none of the people in Lingnong will end well.

It was the first cosmic war in the sense of the word, and of course the scale was only more than fifty against ninety people.

The difference is that the more than 50 cosmic government troops are all young people, but the more than 90 people in the forest farmers are old, weak, sick and disabled.

It looks like a war, but it's actually a duel of engineers.

I don't know how many engineers there are in the cosmic government, and the two engineers of Lingnong are encrypted in twelve-hour shifts.

In this case, a person who is a master of ceremonies for a wedding company asked my mother if she could negotiate with each other.

At that time, my mother thought for a minute and made the most correct decision in her life.

The battle lasted only four hours, from start to finish.

Because there is only a war of words, there are no weapons at all.

This wedding celebrant almost suppressed the crowd in the four Chinese dialects.

Later I learned that the wedding celebrant was talking without anyone interrupting him.

Because the cosmic government is full of powerful young people, there are no people who are better at negotiation or even eloquence.

In this way, all the young people of the cosmic government group expressed their defection, and finally ended with more than 50 people surrendering.

My mother became a revolutionary leader and opened the door to the forest farmers.

A large pot of porridge was brought out and distributed to the group of young people.

A pot of rice porridge allowed this group of young people who filled their stomachs to take the lead in returning to the Indian station.

They drained all the engineers, and the door to the Indian station was opened in almost a few minutes.

The nine self-proclaimed cosmic leaders have big bellies, let alone running, and they barely have the ability to resist.

At the behest of everyone, Mom, as the leader, issued the death penalty.

The nine cosmic leaders were banished from the space station without spacesuits, and the moment the hatch was opened, the cold temperature of the vacuum of the universe squeezed them into indescribable shapes. Then it drifted away from the universe and turned into cosmic garbage.

After Mom became the leader, she also succeeded in becoming the king of this new cosmic empire.

Mom adopted the old tradition of calling herself prime minister and looking for survivors of other stations.