Chapter 1277: ?New London

"Then what is your plan? Don't say so far, just this planet."

It took a while for Howard to calm down. He kept rolling his eyes, as if he wanted to hiccup but couldn’t make it. The ice world outside the porthole was slowly spinning, and the whiteness became more and more intense, like It's the ice cubes of wine glass exuding the cold in the universe.

"Make a deal with them, I save their planet, and they acknowledge my ownership of the planet, it's that simple."

Su Ming held his arm, calculating something in his mind.

Howard touched his beard and pressed his stomach with his hands together. He felt a little stomachache: "What then? You start taxing them? Turn them into working machines?"

"No, taxes on this planet will only be symbolic." Su Ming shook his head, and took out a bottle of wine and two wine glasses from his pockets: "I need it to become a well-known low-tax star and a trading port in the universe, so Manpower is what this planet needs to develop."

"Why are you so obsessed with doing business?" Howard took the cup: "Can't you use force to deter them?"

Su Ming poured wine into the two cups, and the brown-red liquid stopped at the bottom of the cup in a simulated gravity environment: "You should re-learn politics. Who is more productive between slaves and freedmen? Ask me, creatures can only give their full attention when they work for themselves. The question now is how to induce them to do what I want them to do, and initially decided to use profit inducement."

"Oh, so you plan to use food to control them?" Howard sniffed. He thought the aliens on this planet who had never met before were a bit pitiful.

The simplest benefit of people is to obtain the most basic means of living, and then food bears the brunt. Howard has understood the death knell plan.

"Food, water, these things are inevitable as long as they are living things, so I brought you here to let you do the calculations..." Su Ming toasted with him, and the wine glasses made a crisp clashing sound: "I should Find a star of what size, and where should it be placed, so that people on this planet can neither freeze to death nor can they feed any crops on this planet?”

Howard finished drinking: "This will take some time, can I use your supercomputer?"

"Of course, but let us land first and get in touch with the natives." Su Ming turned and waved, motioning the fleet commander to come and accept the order.

As a fleet commander, he is naturally an excellent graduate from the Zhongsi Academy. The adjutant has various theories of space warfare derived from Cybertron and compiled textbooks to teach these people.

Today, there is only one school on earth that can train space fighters. The Academy has been continuously sending talents to the forces since World War II, loyal and reliable talents.

Because loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyal.

Well, the earliest textbook handwritten by Death Knell was cut a lot by Hamill, but this sentence remained. Later, the adjutant entered some death knell ideas into it from time to time, and gradually formed a complete set of strict systems to be implemented in the college.

What is written in the more than 6,000 pages of "Holy Code"? No way, to sum it up is just two words-loyal!

People like commanders who have high-tech weapons have not stopped their brainwashing work even after graduation. Any death knell orders will be unconditionally executed, and any wishes will be fulfilled.

The fleet commander is a strong middle-aged man. Even in the ship, he wears black and yellow armor similar to the death knell. In fact, it is used as a space suit to provide some insurance, but since he has to wear it, the adjutant feels that it is better to give some defense. Strength is good, kill two birds with one stone.

Therefore, the space fleet is equipped with this kind of armor-like spacesuit. Compared with the armor of the death knell, these equipment are thicker and heavier, and it looks like the medieval armor has been enlarged several times.

Because the students of Zhongsi College are all orphans, and some don't even have their own names. They call the death knell the principal, but they worship their fathers.

Perhaps it was because I saw that the fleet was equipped with specious black and yellow space suits. Su Ming changed the name of the commander involved in the Great Expedition to Roger Dorn, and the unit he commanded was named "Imperial Fist".

"Principal, the fleet is waiting for your order." Even though he was wearing heavy armor, Dorn still behaved like a perfect nobleman, his standing posture and tone of voice were impeccable.

Su Ming hugged his arms and looked out the window. The focus of his gaze seemed to remain in the void: "Lower the low-Earth orbit, start all-channel communications, notify the aborigines on the planet, let them close the planetary defense facilities and accept free trade. ."

"Yes, for your glory!"

Dorn nodded seriously, turned around to convey the order, and Howard looked very strange on the side.

"Rongguang Ha? Did you really teach them the glory of traditional warriors? Is it the Nordic style?"

"It doesn't matter which set it is, it's easy to use." Su Ming said in a low voice: "Let’s build a large nuclear reactor first and use it to heat the surrounding area, so that we can hold a group of people first and fight for my plan. time."

Howard touched his moustache, lowered his head and thought: "Is that so? In order to spread the heat, I think the reactor can be built into a huge cylindrical shape, referring to the shape of the airplane cup made by Wilson Corporation, and then..."

"Wait, when did my company start to make that kind of thing?" Su Ming interrupted him. He didn't remember that he had been allowed to do that kind of business. He had a bad reputation.

Howard waved his hand insincerely: "No? Maybe I remembered it wrong. All in all, the temperature of the planet will soon drop to about minus three hundred degrees, and we need to build nuclear reactors before that, and arrange a lot of radiators. As well as the radiant heat from substations, it seems that the shelter buildings can only be arranged in concentric circles."

"You are a physicist, so you think it's OK. I'll let the fleet soldiers listen to your arrangements, but the first settlement in the snow and ice I will name it'New London'."

Su Ming put up a finger to emphasize this point in particular.

"Why is New London? I always think this name is a bit unlucky."

Howard raised his eyebrows. The reason for his objection had nothing to do with metaphysics, just because he also wanted to name the town, and it was definitely not a British name.

Before he came, he said that he was okay. The death knell asked him to be the governor of the planet, so he was willing to come. As a result, even the Lord couldn't do this? This job can't be done.

Su Ming put his arms around his shoulders and said very intimately: "Think about it, this is an experiment. If it fails and the settlement is destroyed, do you hope you will destroy London or New York?"

"It makes sense, it's better to call London, hehe."

Howard understands, that is just to play casually, there is no psychological burden to choose a British name.

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Even if there is no food to eat, how can the residents who can't walk on the planet resist?

They had waited behind closed doors to die, but they quickly agreed to the death knell and gave up the entire planet.

After all, the planet was originally barren and had no population. It was all war refugees.

A few days ago, as the sun gradually cooled, the temperature of the planet also dropped sharply. Since then, those who can escape have left early, leaving only some real poor ghosts waiting here to die.

But now that the sun is out, the people who stay here are not allowed to be slaughtered?

While Howard was busy investigating the situation on the planet, he was busy building his first city. Fortunately, Su Ming did not completely let go. He at least gave some suggestions when he accepted the aliens. Suggest.

"It's impossible to eat free food. If you want to eat, you can use labor in exchange. If the city can't be built before minus three hundred degrees, all of them will die. We don't care, we just emigrate."

"They don't have enough food? I don't care. Anyway, the ration system will not be shaken, so the aliens are allowed to drink hot soup. The ingredients used to make a bowl of rice are made into six bowls of soup for me."

"Aliens have severe frostbite? Amputate them! Replace them with mechanical prostheses, restore their labor as soon as possible, and then let them build houses."

"Minor? Five-hundred-year-old aliens are still minors? No matter, let these giant babies work for me. Yes, today I will see the five-meter-deep trench for laying pipes dug all over the city."

"They want entertainment? They say they need to relax when working on a planetary rotation cycle continuously? Okay, I can give in a little bit and let them build their own arena where they can drink and fight after the work is finished. Are you satisfied? "

An order came out of the death knell, and then was unconditionally executed by the fleet soldiers. Under the deterrence of the overhead fleet, the aliens were not slow to work.

Within a few days, the heating tower designed by Howard was completed, and the heating network covered a large circular area.

The simple cities are full of black and yellow flags, huge w logos can be seen everywhere, and some buildings can also see the alien language slogan written by the Fist of the Empire-‘swear loyalty, always loyal.’

The miserable aliens wore all kinds of broken spacesuits, shaking their ropes to participate in the inauguration ceremony in the cold wind. There was no resentment in their hearts, but they hoped that this kind of device was really useful and could make everyone alive.

People are not afraid of this interstellar consortium named Wilson Enterprise. If the facilities don't work, they can leave with a starship, and the aborigines themselves cannot follow.

Although the opponent’s weapon is only a live ammunition type, not an energy weapon~www.NovelMTL.com~, in the atmosphere, live ammunition can kill people.

Howard fiddled with the cosmic translator in the spacesuit and spoke to the aliens with a smile on his face. Unfortunately, he said exciting words for several minutes, but the aliens didn't know that they needed to applaud.

So the whole conference was quiet and awkward.

Later Howard also found out that it was a chicken talking with a duck, and he could only finish the matter in a hurry, and pressed the big red button on the console.

The Stark giant reactor made a deep buzzing sound, and the blue light gradually lit up in the columnar body, and the beam of light lit up like a torch above it, straight into the sky.

The facilities worked, the ice and snow on the surrounding streets began to melt quickly, the sound of water began to ticking from the eaves, and the aliens began to celebrate with their own different postures, and suddenly the small square in front of the heating tower became A sea of ​​joy.

It's just that among the laughing crowd, there was someone who seemed incompatible with others and was lonely, Su Ming, who looked at the top of the tower with a little regret.

"There is no black smoke in the big chimney...something is not strong enough."