Chapter 298 Great Humanity

The human fleet went to Planet No. 8!

The arrival of this news made the leaders of the three civilizations, including President Motan, feel relieved. They were relieved instantly and even had the urge to cry.

Planet No. 8 is another planet in the Motan galaxy that was lost to the pterosaur cluster. The number of pterosaurs there is only slightly less than that of Planet No. 7.

Today, the human fleet has a complete and independent logistics supply system - usually this is not allowed, because it will completely lose the control of external forces, but the Motan civilization has no bargaining power in front of the human civilization, and can only agree to this request with a little humiliation - if the human fleet wants to attack the Motan civilization, there will be no power to stop them.

Rely on the Motan fleet? Nonsense, it's good enough to be able to maintain in front of the pterosaurs now.

Rely on support from other civilizations?

Yuanshan and Fix civilizations are busy with their own affairs, how can they support themselves.

Rely on the Silver Alliance? If the Silver Alliance is willing to come forward, how could the pterosaurs come to their own galaxy in the first place.

Rely on morality? Any adult knows that it is not reliable at all, and it has basically no binding force on civilization.

But now, human civilization really did not take this opportunity to attack their own civilization. They actually went to Planet No. 8 to wipe out the pterosaurs!

They actually really, really came to help and support themselves...

What they said was actually true. They really did not intend to take advantage of others' misfortune. They really did not deceive us?

It turned out that in the Yuanshan Alliance, those alliance concepts and treaties that we once regarded as waste paper and nonsense, and the so-called peace and mutual assistance responsibilities that we regarded as fooling children, were actually remembered by human civilization, and they really set an example and practiced these concepts?

At this moment, recalling what we did before, recalling our previous fears, recalling the fear and despair, pain and torture, President Mo Tan only felt ashamed.

The great sentiments and great beliefs of human civilization really shocked President Mo Tan.

At this moment, the Motan civilization, which was obsessed with the interests of civilization all day long, obsessed with fighting for its own interests through intrigue and every possible means, and believed that these means were the norm in the coexistence of civilizations, felt the shock brought to itself by sincerity and friendliness for the first time.

At this moment, the image of human civilization in his mind suddenly became thousands of feet high. And he was as humble as an ant in front of humans.

In particular, this giant who was thousands of feet tall and extremely strong, enough to easily crush him, was actually friendly and could still sincerely help his civilization...

The Motan leader who had not wavered in the face of the desperate situation of civilization, the loss of the planet, the tragic death of tens of millions of people, and the pressure of the human army, was shaken after truly seeing the kindness of human civilization.

His eyes were red.

"Great humans..."

When this news was announced, the despair and numbness that had enveloped the entire Motan civilization for hundreds of years were instantly swept away.

People listened to the live broadcast again and again, the anchor was full of passion, announcing that after the human fleet built a complete logistics supply system, it would go to Planet No. 8 to destroy the pterosaurs. The expressions on their faces gradually changed from numbness to disbelief, then from disbelief to ecstasy, and then from ecstasy to crying.

"Humanity is really here to help us, there is hope for our civilization..."

"I deserve to die, I deserve to die, I shouldn't scold humans!"

A Motan man desperately slapped his face, and refused to stop even when his face was swollen.

"Captain, captain, did you see it? Humanity is here to avenge us!"

"Long live humanity! Long live humanity!"

This earth-shaking good news seemed to instantly activate the entire Motan society, allowing the Motan people who were deeply trapped in endless pain and despair to see hope again.

In an instant, the entire Motan society seemed to come alive again.

...

"We must provide greater support to the human fleet."

At the meeting of the President's Palace, President Motan solemnly announced a message: "The human fleet is here to help us. We cannot let the great human warriors suffer unnecessary casualties due to insufficient supplies, intelligence or support.

That would be the sin of our Motan civilization.

The industrial sector must immediately connect with the human fleet and do its best to produce the war materials needed by the human fleet.

The art department must select elite soldiers and form a condolence group to use the most noble art of our civilization to relax the human warriors. 's spirit.

The logistics department must prepare immediately to supply human edible food, daily necessities, etc., and ensure that they can get a good rest.

The military department must go all out to assist the human fleet and meet all their needs.

The first batch of supplies must be prepared within a month. At that time, all of our senior leaders will set out together to personally hand over the supplies to the human fleet and express our gratitude to Commander Zhang Mingyang in person! "

"I agree."

"Agree."

The proposal of the head of Motan was passed unanimously and was implemented with unimaginable high efficiency. When the news was announced to the public, countless Motan people signed up and asked to join the work of producing supplies.

Some media even started a writing campaign to collect thank-you letters from primary and secondary school students in all civilizations. In just one month, more than 100 million thank-you letters were collected, and the pile of letters could not even fit a heavy transport ship.

The Presidential Palace carefully selected dozens of primary and secondary school students with the sweetest voices and the most aesthetically pleasing images. They were to be brought to the headquarters of the human fleet in person to sing a chorus to express their gratitude to the human soldiers, and to present medals, flowers, etc.

After the preparations were finally completed, the condolence fleet set off and sent a message to the expeditionary headquarters.

Seeing this message full of sincere feelings, Zhang Mingyang complained.

"Isn't this just adding to the chaos? The cleanup campaign on Planet No. 8 is about to begin, and it involves the question of how much pterosaur flesh and blood we can harvest this time. We are too busy to handle it, so who has time to receive them?

If you have the energy, you might as well stay here honestly and don't drag our fleet down."

According to statistics from social departments, the enthusiasm for pterosaur capsules in human society is further increasing. How much pterosaur flesh and blood can be harvested in the cleanup campaign on Planet No. 8 is a major issue of concern to tens of billions of people.

Even the ruling committee sent a special letter of concern, instructing Zhang Mingyang to fight a good battle and harvest at least 5 million pterosaur corpses. Only in this way can the people feel temporarily at ease.

If this battle fails, the ruling committee will not be able to explain to the people.

You can imagine how much pressure Zhang Mingyang is under.

But...

A subordinate advised: "After all, all the high-level officials of the Motan civilization are dispatched. If we refuse, it will have a bad impact."

Zhang Mingyang stared: "Bad impact? Whose bad impact? Can the Motan people interfere in our human affairs? Just tell them directly that we are busy and ask them to stay here and not make trouble. We don't need their support, we have enough."

"Yes."

Zhang Mingyang still muttered dissatisfiedly: "I dare to use the things you Motan people produce? It's not that I look down on you, your performance really doesn't meet the requirements..."

After receiving the flat rejection from the command of the human expeditionary fleet, the Motan high-level officials were not ashamed, but shocked again.

We thought that human civilization was great enough, but we didn't expect them to be so great.

They came to our Motan galaxy, helped us Motan people fight, helped us fight against pterosaurs, saved our civilization and gave us a new life, but...because they didn't want to add burden to our civilization, they didn't even want a little material from us?

The only reason that can explain the human fleet's refusal is "not wanting to burden us".

Otherwise, is it really as they said, that they have no time?

This is clearly a tactful and kind refusal made to save our face and dignity. Even children would not believe such words.

"I have heard that there have been records of no harm in human history. I originally thought that this was just artistic processing and human self-boasting.

How could an army with such powerful military force do this?

But now, seeing the performance of the human fleet, I really believe it."

Head of Mo Tan said emotionally: "Great humans..."

The clearing battle of Planet No. 8 finally began.

Facing the millions of pterosaurs entrenched on Planet No. 8, Zhang Mingyang commanded the fleet to first block the perimeter through a large number of automated combat facilities, and then released a large number of small unmanned warships to split the pterosaur cluster, and finally dispatched manned warships to kill them at fixed points, adhering to the tactical thinking of closing the door and beating the dog, and strived to prevent a single pterosaur from escaping.

In the vast starry sky, under the gaze of the yellowish planet of Planet No. 8, more than 100,000 warships of various types rushed forward rapidly, with close coordination and strict formation.

Those extremely ferocious pterosaurs seemed to become wheat under the harvester in front of the human fleet, and were harvested without any resistance.

Moreover, most of the pterosaurs died by being accurately shot in the head.

The heads that had no use value were smashed, but the bodies with great value were preserved intact.

The battle lasted for more than three months before it was declared over.

In this battle, more than 6.8 million pterosaurs were completely wiped out, and none escaped. Among them, there were more than 6.5 million pterosaurs whose bodies were preserved intact.

During the battlefield cleaning, all these pterosaurs were towed away by human warships and thrown directly into the pterosaur biological processing plant on Planet No. 7.

When the news came out, the Motan civilization and the human civilization cheered at the same time. (End of this chapter)