"At the end of this battle, there are only more than 400 warriors, 5 tanks, and more than 100 mechanical golems and mechanical monsters left. The strength has been lost too much and needs to be replenished as soon as possible."
"There are more than 700 captured soldiers. As long as the Taoist temple is built, they will be my soldiers. But this is not enough. I need more people. When the farm is built, I can consider moving all the surrounding gathering places in."
"As for the equipment issue, the mechas and weapons are okay, and the captured ones can still be used, but what about the tanks? No one here knows how to build tanks. Without tanks, the casualty rate of soldiers will be very high."
"It seems that before the Daming Shipyard is built, a transitional product is needed. These can be given to the newly recruited Taoist priests."
While Qin Feng was thinking, the former city lord Kimogo appeared in a gathering place in the east.
"Listen to me, I am the lord of the desert city, and I look down upon you by eating your food. If anyone has any complaints, then you can just wait to be wiped out by my army."
While he was eating and drinking the food in front of him, he looked down on the people around him with arrogant eyes.
He just robbed several families of food and ate it in front of them without restraint. Here he is the king.
Everyone around him was indignant, and one of the little boys picked up a piece of wood and threw it at him.
With a bang, the wood was bounced off the mecha on Kimogo's body, but the gravel on the wood fell into his food, which made his eyebrows twitch.
He raised the pistol on his waist and fired it near the little boy. The continuous bullets penetrated the little boy's body and the innocent people around him.
The bright red blood stimulated everyone, causing them to scream and flee away.
The originally jam-packed scene became empty in the blink of an eye, leaving only a dozen corpses lying on the ground.
"We are all a bunch of untouchables. It is your honor to eat your food. How dare you shame me..." Kimogo stroked his hair and drank the glass of water he had collected.
This water was a source of water for several families for a few days, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Hiccup... I'm finally alive... Now the desert city has been captured by the rebels... I told them not to fight, but they just didn't listen..." Thinking of the dark soldiers surrounding him that night, Kimogo couldn't help but
Shivered.
Although his genetic level is relatively high, his long-term comfortable life has long since left him without the fighting spirit he had when he was young.
When encountering very strong pressure, retreating is his first choice.
Click...
There was a sudden sound from around him. When Kimogo looked up, he was surprised to find that he was surrounded by Imperial mecha soldiers at some point.
Facing the guns and swords pointed at his head, Kimogo quickly raised his hands.
He suddenly remembered that one day ago, an imperial warship crashed to the east of the desert city, and a rebel warship also crashed at the same time.
The captured Kimogo was escorted by imperial soldiers to a huge battleship. He walked in the complicated passage, which was filled with imperial elites wearing mechas. Kimogo, who was originally curious, began to tremble all over.
"My dear, there are so many people inside, so I'm definitely doomed this time."
Soon they came to the door of a room, and Kimogo, who had his weapons and mecha taken away, was pushed in by the imperial soldiers behind him.
The door opened, Kimogo stumbled in, and the door closed immediately.
Inside is a circular room, covering an area of more than a hundred square meters. There is a round incandescent lamp above the head, which illuminates the surrounding walls. It is unknown which famous painter painted landscape paintings that cultivate sentiments.
Before Kimogo could speak, an energetic voice came from the other side, "I heard that you are the lord of the desert city?"
Hearing the sound, Kimogo raised his head and looked forward. A tall man with a Chinese character wearing an imperial military uniform was sitting upright in front of a long table, waving a pen in his hand.
There is a row of thick black and white beard at the corner of his mouth, which is very similar to his meticulously combed hair.
There were two expressionless soldiers standing on both sides of him. They were like machines, motionless. Only their eyes were staring at Kimogo very sharply. It seemed that as long as he was a threat, they would kill him in an instant.
Kill.
"Yes, I used to be the city lord of the desert city, at least a day ago." Kimogo felt tremendous pressure, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
"Oh? Once? Whose is it now?" The square-faced man kept writing and drawing without raising his head.
"Maybe it belongs to the rebels now." Kimogo answered somewhat uncertainly. The final winner of that war must have been the rebels, but now he suddenly felt a little uncertain.
"Maybe? I don't like this word. You'd better change it." It seemed that he was thirsty. The square-faced man stopped the pen in his hand, picked up the water glass on the side and took a sip. During this period, he still did not look at Kimogo.
"Definitely, definitely, I'm sure it was occupied by the rebels, and they drove me out." Kimogo changed several words in a row, and finally confirmed.
"But I still have a lot of connections there, and I know the terrain inside. If you are willing to help me take back the desert city, I am willing to become a part of the empire." In order to survive, and to return to the pinnacle of power, Ji
Mogo is willing to give everything, even his life for the empire.
At this time, the square-faced man finally raised his head and glanced at Kimogo, "What you think is so beautiful."
"You have two choices now, either die or become our lackey."
Facing the square-faced man's dismissive look, Kimogo shed sweat unconsciously and nodded nervously, "I am a lackey, and I don't want to die. I am a lackey, and I don't want to die."
After receiving a positive reply, the square-faced man turned his attention to the copywriting in front of him again, and the rustle of pen and paper sounded again.
"Very well, tell me where there is sufficient water here..."
Due to the impact of the Icefield's fall, the reservoir was damaged, resulting in severe water scarcity. However, this is an endless desert. They cannot get any supplement and know nothing about the situation here, which puts them in a bottleneck.
.
But now it's better, they found Kimogo, the local passerby.
Desert city.
As the misty voices sounded, Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the Taoist temple was built, he would not have too many worries with a mass base.
"Next, we need to get some resources." Qin Feng paid attention to the map on the table again and slowly slid along a thin line. "This is the transportation line between Energy City and the fallen battleship. As long as we can get a few transportation vehicles
The car, farm and watchtower are all in place.”
He raised his head from the map and said, "That's it. The rebels are about to launch a second attack. It's better for me to attack first. It's best to capture Energy City at once so that they can't look at each other."
Just as he thought, Qin Feng mobilized 5 tanks and 30 mecha soldiers and headed directly towards the transportation line.