The little star from the Gobi Desert, handed over to the state, is hailed as a national treasure.

Song Dazhuang was the first to recover from the huge shock and ecstasy. He wiped his face haphazardly and grabbed Liang Zhe.

"Commander Liang, now is not the time to think about this! This wheat is ripe to perfection! You know this godforsaken place, it can turn on you in an instant! What if a strong wind blows, or..."

He didn't say the rest, but everyone understood. The weather in the Gobi Desert is unpredictable; a sudden sandstorm can reduce everything in sight to nothing.

"Dazhuang is right!" Zhao Youtian wiped his face hard with his sleeve. Although his eyes were still red, his gaze had regained its usual sharpness and decisiveness.

He roared at the top of his lungs, "Attention, everyone! Hear my command!"

With a "whoosh," all the soldiers reflexively straightened their backs.

"Squad Leader!"

"arrive!"

"Take two men and immediately return to the testing ground! No, go straight to the base command post! Report the situation here to the commanders as quickly as possible and request immediate reinforcements!"

"Everyone you can muster, every vehicle you can move—remember, everything! Bring harvesting and loading equipment! Location—about three kilometers north of the base, in a circular sandy basin! I repeat!"

"Yes, sir! Location: about three kilometers north of the base, in a ring-shaped sand basin! Requesting full support!" The squad leader roared as he repeated the order, then turned and waved, "Ergaizi, Xiao Chen, come with me!"

Three figures shot off like arrows, rushing back the way they came.

"Dazhuang!"

"exist!"

"Take your men and expand the perimeter outwards from the wheat field! Pay close attention to any suspicious activity, including changes in the weather! Nothing that flies or runs, not even a mouse, can be allowed near and spoil the crops!"

"Understood! Mission accomplished!" Song Dazhuang puffed out his chest and immediately turned to give instructions.

"The rest of you, immediately transport the collected sea buckthorn berries back to base and rejoin the main force to prepare for the wheat harvest! We need to harvest the berries, and we need to harvest the grain; we can't afford to neglect either!"

At the command, everyone sprang into action, instantly transforming into high-speed machines. At this moment, they were no longer simply filled with enthusiasm; their hearts were burning with a fiery passion, and everyone's movements were more than twice as fast as before. The quiet sea buckthorn forest quickly became a bustling production base.

Just as they finished transporting baskets and basins of sea buckthorn berries out, the large support team had already set off in a grand procession.

Commander Liu and Brigade Commander Bai were the first to receive the news. They had just arrived at the test site when the base called. Brigade Commander Bai froze on the spot, holding the receiver, his face blank with confusion, as if his hearing and comprehension had simultaneously run away from home.

"Brigade Commander? Brigade Commander Bai?" The squad leader's voice was burning with anxiety as he spoke into the microphone.

"You...you say that again?" Commander Bai finally found his voice. "Wh...what Tian?"

"Wheat field!" the squad leader practically shouted. "Brigade Commander, it's a wheat field! A whole field, and they're all ripe!"

Commander Liu, who happened to walk in, saw Brigade Commander Bai's absent-minded appearance and frowned: "What are you up to? Bai Shuyong, whose call was it? Tian? What connection does Tian have with our base?"

"Commander..." Brigade Commander Bai slowly turned his head, his hand holding the microphone trembling slightly, his voice wavering as if he were walking on clouds, "It's the base... Sweetie, she... she found a wheat field... the soldiers are requesting permission..."

Before he could finish speaking, Commander Liu snatched the microphone and roared into the microphone like thunder, "What the hell is this? Explain yourself!"

The old commander's fiery voice made the microphone buzz, and it also scared away the last bit of stuttering from the squad leader. He reported what he had seen and heard again at the fastest speed and with the clearest logic.

Commander Liu gripped the phone, his expression shifting from surprise and doubt to shock, then to an almost dizzying ecstasy. He slammed the phone down, turned around, and slapped himself on the forehead!

"Oh my goodness, our little lucky star has done another great deed! She found us a huge field of ripe wheat! Ripe wheat!"

Brigade Commander Bai finally caught his breath, tears welling up in his eyes. "Commander, then we..."

"What are you waiting for?!" Commander Liu's voice boomed like thunder. He grabbed his military overcoat from the back of a chair and pulled it on, then strode out. "Call base! Bring men, bring weapons, everyone who can go! Target: Sandy Basin, harvest the wheat! Don't let a single ear of wheat escape!"

"commander!"

Professor Qian, who rushed to the scene upon hearing the news, stepped into the command post. Before he could even catch his breath, he asked the most pressing question: "We don't have a millstone at our base! How do we turn the harvested wheat into flour?"

"Buy!" Commander Liu's answer was single-word, resolute. "Buy it in town! If town doesn't have enough, go to the city! I refuse to believe we can't get a few millstones! The squad leader said on the phone that the wheat yield is at least 300 jin per mu!" He gestured with three fingers, "If it really can yield that much from over a hundred mu of land..."

The old commander dared not continue speaking, fearing his heart could not take it.

"Mr. Qian, are you physically capable of taking it? Would you like to come with us to take a look?"

Professor Qian assessed his current physical condition, and when he thought of the golden wheat fields deep in the Gobi Desert, that exciting scene, how could he sit still?

"Go! I have to go! I need to broaden my horizons too."

"Excellent!" Commander Liu waved his hand, full of vigor. "We're the first group, and the comrades from the experimental field are the second! Bai Shuyong, you stay here to arrange the follow-up! Everyone who can go, go help Little Lucky Star harvest the wheat!"

At the command, the entire experimental field instantly erupted in excitement.

Some took cars, some ran, everyone rushed towards the sand dunes. When they finally saw the wheat fields hidden among the dunes, Commander Liu and Professor Qian simultaneously clutched their chests, too excited to speak for a long time.

Several experienced soldiers immediately surrounded them, fearing that the two old leaders might make a mistake in their ecstasy. They thought they should have called Dr. Sun from the clinic as well.

"Wow, that's amazing..." Commander Liu muttered, hands on his hips, gazing at the wheat stalks swaying in the wind. The heavy ears of wheat seemed to transform into streaks of golden light, making the old commander's eyes burn and almost bringing tears to his eyes.

After catching his breath, Professor Qian searched anxiously through the crowd: "Where's Tian Tian? Let me see how this good girl did it..."

"Grandpa Money!"

The little girl with pigtails wriggled out of Liang Zhe's arms and ran over with her short legs. Her floral cotton-padded jacket made her look like a nimble butterfly, fluttering as she reached him.

Professor Qian quickly stepped forward and picked up the child.

"My dear, you're too..." This academic giant, who once spoke eloquently and eloquently at a rally of ten thousand people, looked at the little girl in his arms and couldn't find a single word to describe the miracle before him.

This little lucky star is not only the base's savior, but also her own savior. Time and time again, she uses her amazing abilities to create miracles. How can we not say that she is a blessing to the Great Xia?

All his words ultimately boiled down to boundless love. Professor Qian held the child tightly in his arms, deeply moved.

"Grandpa Qian, you've lost weight!"

Sweetie reached out her soft little hand and gently stroked the old professor's thin cheek, seeing the deep weariness hidden in his eyes. She was too young to understand what it meant to feel sorry for someone; she only felt a tightness in her chest, a very uncomfortable feeling.

Professor Qian smiled and said, "My dear, Grandpa is fine. You've helped everyone find food, so we'll be well-fed from now on, and Grandpa won't lose weight anymore."

Working tirelessly day and night, these experts have devoted all their energy to the missile program of their motherland. They are burning themselves out to light the way forward.

Sweetie, seemingly understanding but not quite, clung tightly to Professor Qian's neck, a strong longing welling up deep within her little heart—

She must do something more for these respectable people.

As they were talking, reinforcements arrived in batches, grabbing sickles and rushing into the wheat field.

With each swing of the sickle, the wheat stalks were neatly felled, then bundled up and transported out, creating a bustling scene in the wheat field.

Not only that, but to boost everyone's morale, members of the cultural troupe also came. They played clappers, sang songs, and shouted powerful work chants to encourage the workers. The once quiet and desolate sand dunes were instantly transformed into a vibrant and dynamic land for fighting against nature.