Luo Ming thought, If these young men have really fought gravel dragons and sandworms, then I'm Qin Shi Huang.
Still, never mind how much of it was bluster. One thing was certain: they'd seen blood. At the very least, they'd trained with the militia or the security forces. They were undoubtedly a fine source of recruits.
But that wasn't why Luo Ming had come.
"You've really gone to a lot of trouble, sir. It's just..."
The old sandfolk warrior continued, "But we've got more than thirty thousand strapping young men. Aside from the assorted weapons we brought ourselves, we're still short twenty thousand C11 rifles and at least five thousand sets of armored exoskeletons. I asked the quartermaster at the garrison, and he said he could only provide half. Director Luo, you'll have to see that we get what we need!"
The shortage of supplies was still severe. Fortunately, Tulong had sent another batch of weapons, which were now being delivered by maglev train. But that wasn't why Luo Ming had come today. Or rather, this wasn't even his responsibility.
"No, what I mean is..."
"Once we've assembled, we'll head to the four nearby towns and pick up the weapons. Then we can prepare our defenses. Of course, if you've brought orders from headquarters, we can set off for Tulong at once. I'll lead the swift-dragon cavalry ahead. If we're not at Tulong within ten days, you can have my head!"
"You're a real old-fashioned sort, but damn, that was cool!" Luo Ming's eyes lit up.
The old man might look like a dinosaur, but he was undeniably imposing. Luo Ming had always liked old fellows like him best.
The elderly sandfolk leader's mouth stretched nearly ninety degrees, and the six huge teeth—each big enough to use as a dagger—gleamed