Warhammer: Open the door! Human League players!

Fang Yun sat in front of the command console, looking at the data that Number Seven had compiled for him.

This human empire is seriously ill, and he feels it is necessary to establish a base here.

He wants to purge heretics with the players at the core!

The most urgent task is to establish a camp. Those greens are crazy, and he doesn't know how many there are. If a group of greens attacks the camp, it may cause secondary damage to the command ship.

"Isn't this physics engine a little too realistic?"

"I feel this is even more awesome than 4K Minecraft with light and shadow effects."

"You have to mine the stones yourself, bro? Does it have to be this realistic?"

The viewers in these live streams were practically drooling with envy.

"Stellaris's dog-like game planners only gave out ten beta test slots! They're animals, animals..."

"Watch me draw a heart."

"Who pooped on the floor?"

Because of gravity, it's upside down, just like a pile of poop.

"Exoskeleton activated!"

"Holy crap, it's really up!"

The player is moving a rock.

This rock is three-dimensional in size and weighs approximately seven or eight tons.

After moving it several dozen meters, the stone was stacked on top of another stone.

A two-meter-high wall was built.

In this way, the players and clones moved stones to the camp like ants carrying food, stacking them around the camp to form a basic defense system.

"With the exoskeleton activated, I feel like a superhero."

"Drooling, how about we build a hidden watchtower here?"

"I feel that building a house would be more appropriate."

The exoskeleton can provide players with a total of 500 to 1000 kilograms of assist force and can provide players with three times the running speed for a total of five minutes. After five minutes, players need to return to the cabin to recharge or replace the batteries.

Laser guns can cut rocks directly, but they are difficult to control and require energy.

Fang Yun's laser sword was custom-made. In interstellar warfare, how could a commander possibly be wielding a lightsaber and running around the battlefield?

The People's Alliance must be insane to let their commander charge with a sword.

It seems we're running out of food.

The construction of just one wall put all the clones into a state of starvation.

As a fleet commander, he naturally had no shortage of food.

The ecological command ship is itself a large ecological cycle center, cultivating fruits and vegetables.

The operation of the bio-powered grid has enabled the ecological cycle system of the ecological command ship to operate stably.

Natural fruits and vegetables can also be produced stably.

However, the resources produced by the ecological command ship cannot compensate for the consumption of players and clones in the temporary camp.

This ecosystem can only support a maximum of three to five people.

More than five people may not be a problem in the short term, but the longer it goes on, the more likely the ecosystem will collapse.

He already had an idea about the food: those green-skinned creatures.

"Number 7, bring some of the high-quality green-skinned pigs to the farm, and send over the samples later."

Humans have spent millions of years climbing to the top of the food chain, and on the human alliance's menu, only humans themselves are not included.

The Human Rights Federation only recognizes humans as a civilized and intelligent race.

Then there are weapons, ammunition, armor, and medicine.

Pharmaceuticals can be synthesized through biomass extraction.

The clone army's bio-pods contain their own equipment, and the bio-pod army soldiers are only equipped with three days' worth of combat gear.

Under normal circumstances, if no logistics spacecraft arrives within three days...

Either the commander was killed by the target civilization.

Either the logistics department gets pulled away by the commander and thrown into chaos.

"We might have to hand-make the bullets ourselves."

"Number Seven, is the construction area intact?"

"The construction area was damaged, but some of the equipment was preserved."

The location where the dimensional rift cut through was precisely the construction area.

"It can support the manufacture and modification of some kinetic and laser weapons, or assist in the production of ammunition."

Assisted ammunition production means manually crafting ammunition.

"You really want to rub it by hand? I'm not going to have to do it myself, am I?"

"The task of crafting bullets can be delegated to the players, but players alone are definitely not enough; we also need human engineers."

Low-level bullets can be made by hand, but some high-level bullets require engineers.

Cloned soldiers don't have that kind of brain; engineers are implanted with soldier modules, not engineer modules.

"Sister, I feel so good..."

Annie curled up on a soft seat below, rubbing against the seat incessantly.

Neither of them really wanted to leave the ecological command ship.

The outside world is filled with radiation, sulfur gas pollution, and mineral dust. Taking a breath of air feels like my lungs are being scrubbed back and forth with an iron brush, and my whole body aches.

The sect in the mining city believed this was a test given by the God-Emperor to the common people.

But when they actually breathed in the fresh air, their faith wavered.

They really wanted to stay here.

The People's Alliance seems different from the empire they live in.

The soldiers won't save them; they can't even protect themselves.

She wanted to learn more about the People's Federation.

They wanted to learn more about the person who saved them.

"My angel, what is the Human Alliance?" Anna couldn't help but ask her question.

"Humanity first, then human unity."

"Humanity, supreme?"

Suddenly, the younger sister spoke up: "Can I join the Human Alliance? I can mine, I can mine lots and lots of ore. The shovels that my sister and I modified are perfect for me. We're actually very efficient at mining."

"Those rock worms have never caught us. Don't let our thin appearance fool you; the traps we modified have been a great help to us..."

"Sister..." Anna looked very nervous, because she dared not ask for too much.

Beneath the surface of Galun Mining Planet lives a type of rock worm that is exceptionally ferocious. Every day, careless miners die under the sharp teeth of these rock worms.

Hunger, poverty, and a life threatened—according to tests conducted in the medical ward, Annie's life expectancy is no more than 30 years.

Perhaps when they are 27 or 28 years old, when the stress or radiation accumulates to a certain level, their genes suddenly break down and they die directly, either from exhaustion or from illness. This is the ultimate fate of the Anna sisters.

Fang Yun looked up, his deep gaze falling on Annie.

like.......

[Can I join the Human Alliance? I want to join the Human Alliance! I want to join the Human Alliance Commando! I killed those Earth Alliance aliens! Those beasts sent our fellow humans to the farms! I'll send those bastards to the farms too!]

【Of course you can, we're all human!】 【Stop being a commando! Leave the assault missions to the robots, the clones, the alien slave soldiers. You have a high talent for command; go to the Commander's Academy and learn naval command. The Human Federation is in dire need of commanders!】

That moment was just like...

Fang Yun smiled, just like the commander of the People's Liberation Army back then.

"Of course, we are all human beings."

"Stop mining. Leave the mining to the mechanics. You guys have good engineering talent, why don't you study engineering? The camp is in need of engineers right now."

"Oh, right."

"My soldiers all call me Commander."

"You can also call me Commander."