After hearing Gongsun Murong Yi's words, Zhang Huodang was relieved. If someone else said that handing over the secret recipe would make people unable to make a lot of money, he would definitely not believe it, but he believed that he would be confident than the people in the Kapodi Temple. △↗

When it comes to playing economy and development, the Bikapodi Star Temple said that it is not good, then everyone else is a waste and has to die.

So the auction continued. At first, ten thousand copies were sold for ten thousand copies, but later it was found that the price was not high for everyone, so Narasha became 500,000 copies at a time.

Five hundred thousand servings per session, the idea of ​​people who want to taste the taste is unwilling to spend more money. If you don’t fight for it, you won’t even have the chance to taste it.

After spending more than an hour, Narasha sold all the individual soldiers' rations.

Originally, he could make 850 billion yuan, but after auction, Narasha got more than 160 billion yuan.

The people who bought it were very happy. They did not give food to ordinary soldiers, but kept it themselves, occasionally rewarded to capable assistants, or used when they were entertaining others.

For them, 10,000 yuan per serving of individual soldiers is expensive, but if you change to the food in the Bikapodi Star Temple, the price is normal. On the Bikapodi Star Temple planet, you also want to eat a dish worth 50,000 yuan.

In addition, it is another battlefield, so it’s nothing to pay more, it’s affordable.

Gongsun Murong and Narasha were equally happy, and they realized that selling fried dishes on the battlefield was greater than when they were sold on the planet.

A portion of individual soldiers' rations is a bit expensive, about 7,000 yuan, but no one can buy hundreds of thousands of copies as soon as they buy it.

Selling 85 million copies a day today. Normally, the planet needs to make a long profit for a long time, but it is not enough to make a profit for less than three or five years.

Anyone who bought individual soldiers' rations sent to transport them one by one and then left happily.

Zhang Huodan looked at the numbers in the account and asked Gongsun Murong and Narasha: "How to divide it?"

"I'll give it to you, you'll use it to buy better weapons and equipment for our warriors." Narasha was just happy to make money. It doesn't matter to spend money.

She doesn't need to buy beautiful clothes or cosmetics. She never thinks about matching shoes with women's bags.

When she was young, she was cute in everything she wore. She always wore a white princess dress. Now that she grew up, she still looked good in everything she wore. Even if she was a street stall, it could give her a sense of fashion when she wore it.

She has no need for things like this kind of woman. If she really wants to change clothes, she can go back to Galaxy Civilization. If she sees the clothes in the window that are beautiful and fit, she will take them out and leave. She can euthanize the person who sells clothes. They will say, "Narasha has a look at a piece of clothing from me. What do you think is my store level?"

She wouldn't spend money to buy food here. If she really talks, she immediately went to the China Wanshi Guizong Pavilion to get it.

So she is happy when she makes money. She doesn't spend it after making money.

Zhang Huo Dangan didn't know how much he wanted money for the two people in front of him. He was afraid that he would really take all the money. Then the two people regretted it, so he asked: "Are you sure you don't want it?"

"No. You go and buy the materials to make better magical scepters. We will help the soldiers make them and also have defensive weapons." Narasha used chopsticks to hold a piece of clam stinging liver of the clam stinger beast and said. She stuttered in a small stutter.

"The things the warriors use are so good that they can't get them back after they die." Zhang Huo Dang'an said the truth. He considered the cost-effectiveness. The life of the warrior is valuable in his heart, or in other temple personnel.

Hearing his words, Gongsun Murong frowned, and Narasha also showed an unhappy look. They both hate this class system that does not regard their own people as human beings the most.

In the Galaxy civilization, military technology research and war weapons are the most investment. The regular army of the Galaxy civilization can only be annihilated by the enemy and cannot be defeated. When there is no soul filling, the soldiers of the Galaxy civilization defend their position. If you don’t kill them all, their position will not be lost.

Just like in the Earth era a long time ago, when many small countries fought, a few people died or a dozen people, and a region was lost. There was a conclusion that if the people guarding there were not thousands of soldiers from the small countries, but a regiment of China, they would let the enemy know what a war swamp is.

The battle of the Galaxy civilization now adheres to this tradition, so everyone attaches great importance to the equipment of soldiers. If a certain equipment requires a little trace element in the TV, the people will smash their TV and give the things to the arsenal.

When you get here, you can actually compare life with money, which is so heartbreaking.

Zhang Huo Dangan could understand the two people's thoughts when he saw the expressions of the two people. He said in the tone of an elder: "The art of war lies in grasping people's hearts. After much experience, you will naturally find that under the attack of several times the enemy, your morale will be depressed, and it is normal to escape and collapse. Your team is too smooth, which is not good."

"You can just spend as much as you like. We don't need to go anyway. Let's go and I'll bring you the next meal, a hot noodles burrito. If you have the chance, I will tell you what my team is like."

Narasha's face changed, and after saying that, she left with a hundred thousand mecha master and a hundred Lu Lun.

Zhang Huo Dangan shook his head and sighed: "Oh~! It's still too young."

People waiting around to watch the fun and jokes stared at the team of the Temple of Gaditirah. They wanted to see what to do with the warriors of the Temple of Gaditirah who sold the supplies.

Five hours later, when some people were preparing to watch jokes again, Gongsun Murong and Narasha came. This time they came a million mecha divisions, without Lulu Beasts.

They brought six stir-fry dishes and two soups, busy giving the warrior burrito from the Temple of Gaditirah. At the same time, Narasha continued to sell individual soldiers' rations, and this time she brought 10 million servings.

Zhang Huo Dang'an took a bite of the pancake, looked at the people waiting for the fun in the distance as if showing off, and asked Gongsun Murong and the others: "Where is Lu Lu Beast?"

"I haven't come, the battle is about to start. The enemy has gathered and is ready to attack us. We have to help guard it, otherwise when the enemy attacks the fifth line of defense, our temple will be attacked."

Narasha looked into the distance, as if an enemy would appear there.

Zhang Huodan's heart tightened and then vetoed: "It is impossible, the blasphemers have suffered heavy losses. When they attacked our temple, they were attacked by Palpalan for the death of their death."

"The blasphemers also have Palpalan." Gongsun Murong reminded him.

"You guessed it? The blasphemers didn't send Palpalan to do so, but were waiting for an opportunity. They are currently consuming our Palpalan with warriors. When they feel that the number advantage in Palpalan is enough, their Palpalan will rush overwhelm. Now, it's still a tentative battle."

Narasha followed.

Zhang Huo Dangan was silent. He had to admit that the blasphemer had a high chance of sending Palpalan to fight at the last moment. The blasphemer is now Palpalan who consumes the temple system with human life.

This is a strategic arrangement. When the number of Palparans in the temple system is insufficient, Palparans of the blasphemers must be conducting long-distance raids, specifically targeting the rear of the temple system. Who can stop them?

Zhang Huo Dangan discovered the seriousness of the problem at this moment. He was fighting on the local level and the forces and strength of both sides were comparable. His advantage was supplies, and the advantage of the enemy was that he didn't have to care about how many planets he destroyed.

Even if the temple system wins miserably in the end, it will be very difficult to restore the previous team size, but the blasphemers don’t need to worry, they can continue to develop.

Then repeat the current battle every once in a while, and lose peace and the temple system that has a large population?

"There are powerful people in command in the places of the blasphemers." Zhang Huo Dang'an summarized an answer.

Then he turned to look at Gongsun Murong and Narasha. Hesitated and asked, "Do you... have a way to deal with it?"

"We are dealing with it. Our alliance is to fight against the enemy's strategic arrangements. We develop while fighting. Therefore, the defense line cannot be lost. Other temples should be told to concentrate their Palpalan and transport them to the rear. We do not lose too much Palpalan, and the enemy will not dare to put all Palpalan into the war.

We will stand up first, then slowly retreat, exchange space for time, strengthen the wall and clear the field, and at the same time develop guerrillas behind enemy lines to restrain the enemy. Okay, let’s not talk about it, the enemy has arrived. This time our location will be rushed first by our logistics team, others will have dinner, and they will be rolled in their own pancakes."

Narasha, who was analyzing and explaining the current situation, changed her tone and a dark night meteor meteor mech appeared beside her. In the shock of many people, she assembled it and wrapped Narasha in.

Gongsun Murong put on a mecha like that.

In less than three seconds, in the front of the third front that was tens of billions of kilometers and billions of kilometers thick, there were more than six million kilometers of war ships and small war machines.

When everyone saw the sudden appearance of the enemy, they panicked. The generals kept organizing manpower, and the soldiers rushed around like headless flies.

A thousand enemy warships appeared in the "front" of the Gaditiran Temple team, as well as tens of thousands of small war machines carried by each warship.

This is a team of blasphemers with over 40 million combat units.

Zhang Huo Dang'an's face suddenly changed. Just as he was about to give an order, Narasha's voice sounded in everyone's ears.

"You eat yours, and the enemies in front of you will be handed over to our logistics team. Follow my orders, the straggler lines, the waves."

"Yes!" One million five-s mecha divisions moved in one space, and they all formed a scattered formation, rushing towards the enemy of more than 6 million kilometers.

The enemy also rushed towards this side, and the two sides met more than 2.7 million kilometers away from the main team of the Gaditirah Temple.

Gongsun Murong guarded the middle position, venting mental power network, and his thinking fluctuated and murmured.

"The tide rises and falls, the waves are as bright as the sky, the sea sings together, the stars are vast, the light is stacked, like dust falls, like crying and saying, unpredictable, and the figures are swaying..."

Zhang Huodan listened to Gongsun Murong's voice and felt that he had arrived at another place, his mind was completely absorbed. Then he saw a million logistics teams really washed towards the enemy like waves. In a vague way, the sound of a tide sounded in his heart.
Chapter completed!