I said to the Dragon Girl, "As a leader, that's where you are mistaken. Who do you think is the master of Earth right now?"

The Dragon Girl replied, "Of course, it's us humans."

I countered, "If humans are the masters of Earth, aren't these primitives subjects of humanity?"

The Dragon Girl mused, "They should be. Although we have never considered them, I suppose all beings on Earth should be our subjects, even if some cannot comprehend human actions at all."

"But these primitives can understand; you can communicate with them simply. Now that your subjects are in trouble, how can you ignore them? How can you stand aside? If this continues, your subjects will surely decrease, not increase to flock to you."

The Dragon Girl nodded, "The Dragon Envoy speaks with great reason."

"There is an old saying where we come from: 'Unity is strength.' Although the rebels currently have the upper hand, their indiscipline—burning, looting, and pillaging everywhere—means they will inevitably lose popular support sooner or later. What we must do is unite everyone's strength to quell the rebellion together. Don't underestimate a group of primitives; what if there were a thousand, ten thousand, or a hundred thousand of them? Even if they can't take up arms to defend their homes, they can provide us with intelligence and cover. Aren't your communications very backward? And every fighter jet lost is one less. This war will ultimately be a war of people versus people. Therefore, whoever controls the human element will win! Our goal is to drown the rebels in an ocean of people's war!"

The Dragon Girl was stunned. "We never thought of it that way. My brother only thinks about how to concentrate the strength of us orthodox humans to destroy all the rebel bases, and then rebuild our homeland and succeed in our gene combination research."

"That's wrong! Primitives are also human, and even Beastmen are human. Including your ancestors, all life was nurtured by Earth. So, everyone shares the same root; there's no distinction between orthodox and collateral branches. If there's a revolution, everyone rises together. A single branch can be snapped easily, but what if ten or a hundred are bundled together? Can you still break them? One primitive or one Beastman cannot defeat the rebels, but what about a thousand or ten thousand? This is exactly what I meant by 'Unity is strength.'"

Elina, standing nearby, praised, "Eloquent! I didn't expect you to have such literary talent."

I replied, "It's just a small matter. Even a three-year-old in our country understands this principle. Back then, we defeated the M and R imperialists and overthrew the oppression of the Three Great Mountains relying on this."

The Dragon Girl also admired, "The Dragon Envoy's insight is indeed extraordinary. We earnestly request you to lead us in defeating the rebels."

I agreed, "Very well. Since you are willing to listen to me, let's go out now and take down this scattered group of remnants first. Then, we will teach these primitive brothers how to make some self-defense weapons so they can both increase their hunting success rate and defend against enemy invasion."

The Dragon Girl took the laser gun from Xiao Ke and led the way, "Let's go."

I stopped the Dragon Girl. "Your Highness, please wait; I haven't finished speaking. Saving people is one thing, but all actions must follow orders. No one is allowed to act rashly without my command. Has everyone understood?"

The Dragon Girl repeated my words to the group, and they all uttered a word in unison. I finally understood what that word meant; it must be the Chinese word for 'understood.'

According to the Dragon Girl's observation, this group of rebels were all clones. Although clones look exactly like real people, they have a fatal weakness: their life force depletes extremely quickly, and many clones die before they even reach twenty. Therefore, their overall complexion appears listless and scattered compared to normal people, with most looking pale and emaciated.

We quietly moved close to the group of clones and concealed ourselves. By this time, the clones had seized enough food and were gathering the primitives on a flat clearing, unsure what they intended to do. However, we soon understood the clones' intentions: after grabbing enough supplies, they were preparing to engage in orgiastic pleasure. It seemed time could not block human nature; six thousand years later, this very thing was reappearing among those bird-men. Could that despicable nation be the grandchildren of these failed clones?

I must say, this is a strange era. I watched a group of apathetic primitives clustered around the scene of the clones' sexual frenzy, silent. Perhaps I mischaracterized the scene by using the word 'orgiastic,' because the primitive women showed no resistance at all. I don't know if they were happy to accept it, but I certainly couldn't bear to watch.

There were thirteen clones, each armed with a laser gun. Although seven or eight had pulled down their pants and were having sex with the primitive women, four or five primitives were still standing guard with laser guns. It seemed they weren't careless and understood the need to guard against unexpected situations.

Never mind how ravenous these clones were—the primitive females themselves were truly beyond description, merely having a wet cavity. Of course, I was using modern aesthetic standards. Just seeing the large size of the clones' male organs made me jump back in shock. Sweating profusely, what the hell was that thing, growing below into a massive club? The Dragon Girl noticed where my gaze was fixed. She probably discerned my astonishment and embarrassment and explained, "Is it strange? Different from the people in your homeland?"

How could I answer that? Could I pull out my own equipment and compare it to that of the clones?

"I don't know if your history includes the worship of sexual organs. The sexual organ is perhaps the most crucial component of the human body; without it, human continuation is impossible. The more mature and developed the sexual organ, the greater the capacity to reproduce offspring. The clones' inherent mission is not to be cannon fodder but to perpetuate human life; therefore, a strong sexual organ is one of their important markers."

I nodded. I understood this logic. The harsher the survival conditions, the more humanity worships procreation because those two sets of organs are what continue human life and civilization. This worship is abundant throughout history; numerous artifacts unearthed by archaeology also display this human reverence, with many exaggerated works depicting the phallus as dozens of times larger than the normal body proportion!

Thinking of it this way, I fell silent looking at the scene before me. Elina grew impatient, "What are we waiting for? Let's charge out!"

I pulled Elina back, speaking in English, "Hold on, do you understand strategy?"

"What strategy? Those beasts are assaulting them right now."

I said seriously, "But look closely, do the expressions of those primitive women look like they are being assaulted?"

Elina took a couple of looks and said to me, "You know what, I think they are enjoying it. Comparing the apparatus of the primitive men and the clones, the clones' is clearly bigger. Perhaps these primitive women are experiencing this kind of pleasure for the first time."

I asked, "So, if we charge out now, will the primitive women be grateful to us or resentful?"

Elina pondered, "I think resentment will likely be the greater part. The social state here is different from our homeland. In a matriarchal clan society, there is no concept of rape or molestation. Interrupting someone's enjoyment is certainly wrong on our part."

"Exactly! We mean well by saving them, but they might resent us. Can we do something like that? With the wisdom of you and me, we certainly wouldn't do such a foolish thing. So, we must wait for the right opportunity, to make these primitives grateful to us, to make them see us as the righteous side, not shameless intruders obstructing their pleasure."

Elina retorted, "But I think the fact that we are standing here watching them being assaulted while excitedly discussing it is quite shameless in itself."

I explained, "The era is different; our thinking must adapt. We cannot judge right and wrong using old concepts anymore. Trust my word; I am someone who has led thousands of troops. Do not underestimate my wisdom."

Elina secretly kissed me. "I know my boyfriend is amazing; otherwise, why would a dozen women like us be surrounding you like fools?"

The Dragon Girl, though not understanding why I hadn't given the order, firmly remembered my words and watched the situation without moving. It was essentially like watching free, super-exciting adult cinema. I secretly observed the Dragon Girl's expression; she seemed flushed and shy—a rarity in an era of complete sexual liberation!

By this time, most of the clones had finished their task and began ejaculating. The scene was one of frantic rushing, the fluid falling like three thousand feet of a waterfall. At this moment, I deeply understood the importance of reproduction in the eyes of these prehistoric people; otherwise, why release such a massive amount of semen? They must have feared the volume wouldn't be enough to ensure fertilization.

Elina nervously held my hand tightly, her body trembling slightly. I knew she couldn't control herself again. This blonde-haired, blue-eyed child—just seeing others engage in sex or hearing about it made her this agitated. What a peculiar quirk.

Actually, I was very anxious inside. If this group of clones finished their business, pulled up their pants, and left, it would be troublesome. In that case, I might have to attack and kill them for no apparent reason, which wouldn't serve the purpose of awakening the primitives' dormant minds.

At this moment, I secretly hoped these clones would be a bit rougher with the primitives—preferably engaging in massacre or some inhuman act. My thought was somewhat despicable, but this is the nature of playing politics, intrigue, and maneuvering. It's the same way some historical figures are judged: politicians, conspirators, schemers. Can one achieve greatness by simply acting honestly without any tactics?

One very young primitive woman suddenly fainted. And she fainted clumsily; a clone let out a cry of "Ah!"—perhaps his penis was broken!

The previously 'friendly' sexual congress immediately changed its nature. The injured clone lay on the ground, howling, seemingly a leader, as the other clones showed him great respect. Thus, the clone on guard furiously stepped forward and kicked the unconscious primitive woman. Their special boots were very hard, and after a few kicks, the primitive woman spat up blood!

At this point, an older primitive woman refused to stand by and stepped forward to shield her—it appeared to be a mother and daughter. Although they didn't know who their father was, they certainly knew who their mother was.

The scene grew increasingly chaotic. The actions of the primitive mother and daughter provoked greater rage from the clones, who vented their anger on the other primitive women. Seeing these primitive women, who held a high status within the tribe, being harmed, the primitive men finally couldn't tolerate it and lunged at the clones, grappling and wrestling.

This was a good opportunity; the primitives were finally fighting back. When pushed to the limit, even a god would be pulled down from the heavens. Seeing this, Elina asked, "Is this enough?"

"Wait a moment longer."

The primitives had robust physiques, whereas the clones were comparatively frail. After a few exchanges, the clones were pinned to the ground. In their rage, these clones opened fire. The first shot pierced the leg bone of a primitive man; the second shot was fired rapidly, grazing the ear of a primitive woman, as if piercing her ear, only the hole was slightly larger.

As primitives fell one after another, the others became fearful. They were intimidated by the laser guns held by the clones; their gaze was like that of mortals looking upon deities. Consequently, they stopped resisting and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy.

But the clones had lost all reason. I had been observing the primitives' eyes. When I finally captured a flicker of bestial resistance in their scattered gaze, I drew my laser sword and commanded, "Kill!"

The Dragon Girl was right; the evolution of these primitives was very slow, including the evolution of their intellect. It wasn't just six thousand years ago; even six thousand years later, the people of our country took a very long time to awaken. Only when the iron heel of imperialism crushed the mother's body, and when the nation was ruined and the land partitioned, did people rise up and shout, leading to resistance and struggle.

I was the fastest. After shouting 'Kill,' I had already appeared on the scene of debauchery. As soon as the words fell, I had already decapitated four or five clones. The remaining clones, before they could react, were shot dead by everyone else.

I had been closely watching the changes in the primitives' eyes. Seeing their expressions of reverence toward us, I knew this display of might had hit the mark. The next step would be the mobilization work.

Everyone pitched in to pile the clone corpses together for burning. All their laser guns were collected uniformly. Finally, the primitives were gathered. Several of them were injured, but these injuries required no bandaging because no blood flowed out at all.