Hurry up and run! So many of their companions have died. If they don't hurry and escape, they'll be left behind with their companions.

Insects have a wonderful life; they haven't lived enough and don't want to die.

Yearning for a better life, a group of sandworms fled quickly.

Countless wisps of yellow sand rose up along the way.

Emmanuel stared intently at the fleeing sandworms and asked Little Stone and the others, "What should you do when the enemy is fleeing?"

"Don't pursue a defeated enemy too far, but sandworms aren't human and have little intelligence, so they're not in this category. Our mission is to pursue them!"

A group of little rascals roared at the top of their lungs, their voices so loud that even the sandworms that had run far away trembled in fear.

This group of food looks quite imposing.

Emmanuel and Elliott were satisfied with the kids' answers. During their time on planet E72, they had discovered that the kids here, perhaps because their genes weren't mixed, had a unique way of learning and had their own opinions on things.

They learn everything quickly.

It includes a wide variety of fighting techniques and some martial arts skills.

When they were first brought out for practical training, the little ones couldn't even hold a knife properly, but now...

They exchanged a glance, and Emmanuel commanded in a deep voice, "Your task is to leave not a single sandworm alive."

"Go, and bring back your spoils to us."

"yes!"

Before the words were even finished, Little Stone and his friends shot off like arrows towards the fleeing sandworms.

By this time, the sandworms had already run a considerable distance, and some had even burrowed directly into the sand.

Under normal circumstances, neither the distance nor the sand worms burrowing into the sand are things that Little Stone and his little rascals can handle.

Adults have long legs, strong explosive power, and fast speed, making it easy for them to catch these fleeing sandworms. Even those sandworms that have burrowed into the sand can be tracked down by their rich experience.

Then capture him and kill him instantly.

It will be very difficult to deal with Little Stone and his gang of little brats.

However, this is not the case; the months of training were not in vain.

Now, Little Stone and his friends are a group of little rascals who have unlocked all sorts of skills. They rushed out and headed straight for their target, their short legs chasing after them as if they were riding on wheels of fire.

Ten minutes later, Little Stone and his friends, who had run off in all directions, returned.

Each person was holding at least two sandworms in their hands.

Dun Dun, who was running ahead of the group, did something even more outrageous: he caught five sandworms.

He used the rope he carried with him to pull these lifeless sandworms back together.

Wherever it went, it left deep drag marks on the sand.

The wind blew by, and the light yellow sand covered up some of the traces again.

The little boy dragged the sandworm to Emmanuel and Elliott, his face flushed with sweat and a bright smile despite being exhausted.

Her eyes were especially bright and sparkling.

"Teacher, I hunted down five sandworms!"

"Well done!"

Dun Dun looked terrible at that moment. His clothes were torn by sand worms, and his head, face, and even his body were covered in sand worm blood and some brain tissue.

In addition, he had a strange odor that was a mixture of sweat, blood, and fishy smell. If it were someone with a cleanliness obsession, they would definitely be disgusted, let alone touch him.

But Emmanuel and Elliott were unaffected, showing no disgust at Dundun's dirt and stench. One patted his head in praise, while the other grabbed him under the armpits and lifted him high, laughing, "You're something else, kid. Tell me, what reward do you want?"

"I want a mecha model."

The little brat's eyes sparkled as he asked, "Teacher, can I?"

"Can."

It's just a model, no big deal.

Setting the little one down, the action-oriented Elliott retrieved a mecha model from his spatial storage and handed it over, saying, "Here, this is one of my treasured possessions, a reward for you today."

Dun Dun had already reached out his hand, but upon hearing that it was a treasure, he immediately withdrew it.

"I can't take the teacher's treasured possession. It must be a very important treasure for the teacher. I can't take away what the teacher loves."

"puff--"

Emmanuel couldn't help but laugh out loud. He glanced at Elliott and said, "Serves you right for not telling the truth. Let's see what you do now."

Elliott rolled his eyes at him, then squatted down and looked directly into Dun Dun's eyes. "Zhu Yi, the reason this mecha model is my treasured possession is because it was a reward I received when I won the championship in the children's fighting competition."

He placed the mecha model in Dun Dun's arms, and seeing the little boy scrambling to hug it, he smiled and said, "Now your teacher is awarding you this championship honor in the hope that you will continue to work hard and become a true man."

"As long as you don't disappoint your teacher's expectations, you can accept this model without hesitation."

Or perhaps...

He paused for a moment, then used reverse psychology, "Do you think you can't meet the teacher's expectations?"

"I can!"

Upon hearing this, the little brat became anxious. He hugged the mecha and declared emphatically, "Teacher, I will definitely live up to your expectations and become a true man."

"In the future, I will develop into a mecha warrior. I want to be the best mecha warrior in the Moykaz universe, become the king of mecha, lead the mecha team, and bring glory to my fellow countrymen."

"Good lad, you have quite the ambition."

With a hearty pat on Dun Dun's head, Elliott solemnly said, "Work hard, and never forget your vow, no matter when or where. Your teacher is waiting for you in the garrison."

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