I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield - Chapter 753 - 535: Space Station Base, The Battle Begins

Satellite City One

In the city center, the roar of machinery mingled with the shouts of workers, creating a bustling scene of fervent construction.

A pale blue cold-resistant dome made from intertwined Cold Trees covered the entire city like a sky, completely isolating the outside blizzard and harsh cold, allowing the construction inside to proceed steadily without interference.

Workers, dressed in lightweight workwear, coordinated seamlessly with various construction robots, strictly following the blueprints to erect building frames. The sound of steel and cement clashing with special alloys echoed continuously.

A city defense unit composed of Ice Extreme Pass soldiers and Barbarian Warriors patrolled the city periphery in neat military attire, guarding this newly vibrant land.

In the satellite city, all was calm and peaceful.

Team Leader Hou Zhiyong raised his hand and took out a military electronic thermometer, the numbers on the screen clearly coming into view — “5℃.”

“Tsk tsk, 5℃…” Hou Zhiyong put away the thermometer, his tone full of emotion.

The air still carried a hint of chill, but a single layer of cotton clothing sufficed to ward it off, not affecting daily activities or construction progress at all.

But in the past, such a temperature was an unimaginable luxury for them.

Mingwang Planet was shrouded in extreme cold year-round, with surface temperatures often plunging to tens of degrees below zero Celsius, and during extreme weather, even nearing negative two hundred degrees.

Such cold couldn’t be endured by ordinary cold-resistant equipment. Even as a Tier Four Spiritualist, standing guard in the open for a moment would make his limbs feel frozen, his entire face numb.

As a veteran of Ice Extreme Pass, Hou Zhiyong had long lost count of how many bone-chilling days and nights he had endured atop the city walls.

Over the years, the thought of retiring and leaving this cursed place had countless times surged in his mind.

But each time he saw his comrades fighting side by side with him, thought of his longstanding military beliefs, he gritted his teeth and stayed.

However, in the silence of the night, he also wondered how much longer he could sustain such dedication.

Yet all this changed completely with the arrival of the Military Lord.

Upon arriving at Ice Extreme Pass, the Military Lord promptly got rid of the “parasite” Duan Guangtai, dismissing all those who had risen through his connections, restoring the army to its proper course.

During several sieges by beast hordes, the Military Lord took the lead, turning the tide each time, leading Ice Extreme Pass to many victories. They, the lower-ranking officers, also shared in the glory, receiving awards and promotions, living increasingly promising lives.

What thrilled everyone the most was the Military Lord discovering the Cold Tree, a wondrous object that changed the fate of Mingwang Planet.

The emergence of the Cold Tree not only completely overturned Mingwang Planet’s status as an “abandoned planet,” elevating this perpetually frozen world to a hotly contested new star in the Empire but also genuinely changed the lives of the stationed soldiers.

No longer needing to stand guard in the blizzard, no longer wearing cumbersome, movement-restricting cold-weather gear, or wrapping themselves in freeze-proof bedding even while sleeping; the now mild and stable Ice Extreme Pass, with ever-growing businesses, hotels, and leisure venues, had become indistinguishable from other habitable planets within the Empire.

Watching the skyscrapers of the satellite city rise from the ground, feeling the bustling atmosphere around him, Hou Zhiyong was filled with unprecedented hope.

He knew clearly that with the completion of each satellite city, Ice Extreme Pass’s future would grow ever more brilliant, and as witnesses and participants in this transformation, they, the soldiers of Ice Extreme Pass, would undoubtedly catch this fast-rising train and achieve a leap in their lives.

“Hou, what are you daydreaming about?”

A rough voice came from behind, speaking slightly stiff Empire language, words tinged with the heavy accent unique to the Barbarian Race.

Hou Zhiyong turned his head, a smile instantly spreading on his face: “Mu Ya.”

The visitor was none other than Mu Ya, the captain of the Barbarian Guard Unit of Satellite City One, who was second only to Terreda in the entire Barbarian Warrior Corps.

The Winter Tribe he led was the second Barbarian force to submit to the Military Lord, and his strength had already nearly reached Tier Six.

According to Mu Ya, he was now just one formidable Ice Beast kill away from breaking through, by using its essence blood to draw Barbarian Battle Patterns.

Despite his far superior strength, Mu Ya exhibited none of the arrogance and rudeness typical of higher-tier powerhouses.

He had the inherent straightforward sincerity of the Barbarian Race, along with the meticulousness and caution that most Barbarian Warriors lacked.

Since they began jointly guarding Satellite City One, the Barbarian Warriors of the Winter Tribe voluntarily took on the hard job of patrolling outside the city, braving wind and snow to hunt wandering Snow Beasts, significantly reducing the regular army’s garrison pressure.

Because of this mutual understanding and responsibility, the relationship between the regular army and Barbarian Warriors became increasingly harmonious.

During shift changes, soldiers from both sides could often be seen arm in arm, heading together to newly opened taverns in the city for a few drinks.

“Hou, has that batch of liquor you mentioned arrived yet?” Mu Ya came forward, carrying a well-polished Zhanshou saber, a hearty smile beneath his full beard.

“Almost, it should be here by the afternoon.”

Hou Zhiyong replied with a smile, “Blazing Blood, the strongest liquor on the market, rumored that even a dragon would get drunk after a bottle.”

“Haha! Now that’s what I call strong!”

Mu Ya laughed heartily, excitement glistening in his eyes.

Since submitting to the banner of the Lord, they, a group who had long struggled in the ice fields, had truly witnessed the splendor of the civilized world.

Especially those potent liquors, a single gulp down the throat set the blood boiling, more enticing than the most succulent beast meat.