To the Freedom League, the Gillesis cluster, which had defeated the Southern Legion, seemed to fall silent. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoBut the Gillesis cluster of the Federal Navy did not completely cease its activities, and the fighting they were engaged in in the border area made the Freedom Alliance side full of unease.

The Freedom League cannot deny the record of the Gillesis cluster, whether it is the total number of troops won by less, or the battle loss ratio in the post-war statistics, every statistic is so brilliant and dazzling. That's data that laymen look dazzling, but insiders only feel frightened.

The same detailed report was handed over to Lu Lu by Falcon's hand, and Lu Lu remained expressionless, unable to tell if he had any heartache or if he was already numb. No matter how many people are killed or injured in war, they can't match the progress of biotechnology. No matter how much the media promotes, clones are cannon fodder that can be created by thousands at the touch of a button.

They are insignificant ants, poor creatures that can be discarded at any time.

The camera that provides the surveillance footage is set at a high level, and the angle of view is as if the gods are looking down. The League clones who were initially imprisoned on the surface were emotionally stable, they had no desire to survive or fear of death, and they just lived in a state of confusion. Until the Grey Legion of the Federation, with a similar aura, took the initiative to approach them.

Entertainment facilities, sports competitions began to enter the life of the League clones. In order to obtain these benefits, they were required to perform proper manual labor, such as leveling the land. Feng Qingyin, the Grand Admiral, has already made a decision, this planet, as a subsidiary planet of the Seventh Fleet of the Federation Navy, will be mainly agriculture in the future.

For the development of agriculture in the cosmic age, large-scale mechanization is often relied upon. Generally speaking, the grain produced by a peasant can even meet the food rations of tens of millions of people. Therefore, purely in terms of food production, the five empires can confidently say that they have eliminated hunger.

However, this does not mean that food or agriculture has lost its strategic significance, and the Federation, as the largest grain exporter in the universe, not only controls the high-end products of agriculture and animal husbandry, but more importantly, the basic agricultural industry is highly developed. 20,000 years ago, the Yanhuang people spent their time in the army and farming, and they are still the same after 20,000 years.

The blue-gray landing craft came to a steady halt in a specially laid landing area, and heavily armed Marines stepped out in a line, each heading toward their goal. Rick came out last, with a lazy temperament that is extremely rare among clones. The first thing I did when I walked out of the hatch was to look up at the sky, and above me was a scene of blue sky and white clouds.

Then the words of surprise blurted out: "Alas! It's really blue. ”

The clones who were busy around the landing craft looked up at the sky after hearing this, a few of them would express their opinions on the Internet, but more must be the taciturn soldiers. Even if they were all born in the Hessian system, a fully industrialized galaxy. With the exception of the giant star, almost all celestial bodies have been artificially modified. After the clones were born from the factory, they didn't have the opportunity to go to the surface of the planet and look at the sky.

"While most of the planets are blue, green skies are not uncommon." Mu Zhendong welcomed his colleagues with a smile, and the military boots made a crisp crashing sound on the metal ground. "Welcome to the surface, I'm Mu Zhendong......"

"Colonel Mu Zhendong, commander of the 1st Marine Brigade directly under the Federation." Rick knew that this man was very powerful, and at the same time he was a very powerful commander, and he was judged by his talent within the Federation. "Your Excellency Jiumu is prestigious, but I didn't expect it to be you as the highest official here."

Mu Zhendong shrugged his shoulders and lowered his right hand that saluted each other. If he was in another fleet, the task of guarding the prisoners would not have been given to him. But the special service fleet has always been in a situation of understaffing, from the Grand Admiral to the ordinary technical non-commissioned officers, and the urgent task that must be grasped is usually to catch one and count the other.

Occasionally, there will be problems of overkill, but with the current situation of the Gillesis cluster, there is really no place where someone like Mu Zhendong must personally take action. So Mu Zhendong, who was extremely bored, was assigned to be a guard when his generals went out to fight, which became an accident among the accidents.

"There are 1.4 billion prisoners of war on this planet, and you know, they're not as energetic as you." Mu Zhendong patted the floating soil on his body, with a loveless expression. "I gave them some work to kill time."

"So many ......" Li Ke's face was almost unable to sustain it. With this number, it's no wonder that an entire planet is used as a prison. The daily ration of so many people is an incredible number, especially if it is calculated according to the daily needs of the Yanhuang people, it is an even more terrifying number.

It's really a loss to keep so many prisoners of war for nothing, so this is the truth of letting military clones go farming. Li Ke's face is not good-looking, as a boutique in factory production, his starting point is much higher than his peers, and now he sees the future in another sense.

"Those who can only fight have no future." It's not a famous aphorism, it's a future that really lies in front of all clones.

Although the Yanhuang Federation was forced to let go of the relevant bottom line under pressure, under the operation of Lu Lu, the relevant legal provisions are very complete. Lu Lu is not a Yanhuang person who can't trust the cosmic era, but he can't believe himself, the moral level of this person from the earth era.

Mu Zhendong does not discriminate against the job of a caretaker, but compared with the days of fighting and slapstick in the past, in the face of more than a billion walking dead, the pressure comes more from the mental aspect. Thankfully, he quickly found a better fit for the task, and there was no one better suited to hold the captives than fellow clone Nick.

"Your next job is very important, do it well." The handover is much simpler than the process that Li Ke knew, the two just saluted each other, and then exchanged electronic boards for work, and the handover was completed. Mu Zhendong simply slapped his ass and left.

After watching the countless landing craft leave, Li Ke was distracted to observe the base he was in, the glow of metal shining in the light of the stars. In the absence of a means of transportation that can leave the atmosphere, the planet is the most natural prison, and gravity, which has existed for billions of years, is the best guard.

The planet has not yet had time to give birth to civilization, and the biological chain that originally spread throughout the planet has been broken by the new human beings. The blue sky and white clouds make people feel the beauty of nature, but in Li Ke's eyes, the ground with lead gray color, a team of grass green camouflage lined with various straight lines, which is also the beauty of human beings.

All this is completely different from the tightly guarded prison that Li Ke imagined. However, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it can't change the fact that this is a prison.

Just outside the atmosphere of this nameless planet, the landing craft that had just escaped the planet's gravity couldn't wait to accelerate. There was only Mu Zhendong in the cargo hold of the landing craft, so he recklessly cast his eyes on the transparent porthole. The blue planet that flies away quickly, and the universe that is always dark at night.

Mu Zhendong knew very well that such an urgent recall of himself could only be due to an accident, and eighty percent of it was a very serious matter. is young but in a high position, not only Lu Lu, the great admiral, but also Feng Yiwu, Mu Zhendong, Lin Luo and others should actually belong to the young and promising part.

Mu Zhendong, who was confident that he was good enough, knew that something must have happened, or was about to happen. Therefore, when the communication at the classified level arrived, Mu Zhendong was able to maintain a calm expression and focus on the text displayed on the terminal: "Combat mission: raid industrial facilities, obtain relevant production information, time and place to wait for confirmation." ”

The text was short, but Mu Zhendong read more from it. For the people of the special service fleet, this vague content has already represented more meaning.

When the landing craft entered the deck area of the USS Federation, Mu Zhendong was woken up by the pilot. Mu Zhendong, who was sleepy-eyed, did not show the nervousness of being on a major task at all, and his idle appearance made Lin Luo, who came to greet him, grit his teeth.

"Yo, it's the second captain. I heard that you were called in by the medical team to help. Then Mu Zhendong laughed, hugged Lin Luo, and patted each other's backs.

"It's just a busy few days ago, and you're gloating." Lin Luo rolled his eyes, as for whether this white eye was voluntarily or because it was photographed by Mu Zhendong, it was difficult to say.

Although there was a rookie who was new to the rookie and curious about the two senior officers staying in the mooring area, they were soon dragged to the corner by the non-commissioned officer in charge to teach them a lesson. The old men of the fleet all knew the two colonels in grass green uniforms, or rather, as long as they stayed in the special service fleet for a while, they knew that there were only a few colonels in the Marine Corps.

"Fool, don't look around when you're working, be careful that the crow invites you to go to the little black room to drink tea and chat and talk about your heart or something. Well? Those two? is the head of the Marine Corps. Yes, the Marines are a man who can beat ten like you. "While teaching the rookie who doesn't know what to do, while preparing the non-commissioned officer on the deck running around with his own mind, with a sentimental melancholy.

The commanders of the 1st and 2nd Brigades returned, and if you add the commanders of the 3rd Brigade, who had remained behind, the senior commanders of the Marine Corps were all together. In this special fleet, the Marine Corps is about to have a major operation. I don't know how many lives will be filled in this time, I just hope that those fellow villagers in the Marine Corps can get together for tea next time. (To be continued.) )