Piles of supplies stacked like small mountains.

The food was placed together, some daily necessities were put together, and then all kinds of guns and ammunition were gathered in one place. Those people were quite resistant to guns and ammunition, as they had suffered greatly from them and carried deep psychological scars. The Adjutant told them that only with these things could they better protect themselves, so whether they liked it or not, they had to transport these things back.

The Adjutant dismantled the intact machine gun on the battle car. As he roamed the arena, the body that once terrified him didn't seem so frightening anymore.

He stopped in front of one body.

He recognized this face. This person was known for being bold and cruel in life. He once chopped off the head of a captive and held it in his arms with a smile. He had eaten the flesh of civilians, claiming it tasted pretty good. Now, this cruel person was just a body, lying quietly here. In life, he feared nothing, yet his face still bore a terrified expression from before he died.

The Adjutant glanced a few times, searching the body without expression.

Jiang Cheng was waiting for them at the residence, or rather, waiting to see the Adjutant's performance.

So, when the first batch of civilians returned with the food and drink, he was slightly surprised. Previously, when these people cleaned the battlefield, they always piled all the supplies together in a mess and then transported them. Some held a tarpaulin, others grabbed a few guns, while others clung to a few cans against their chests, all in disarray. Jiang Cheng couldn't communicate with them verbally, and in truth, he didn't like collecting these things. It wasn't his usual task, so he turned a blind eye and let the people from Sek Planet take whatever they wanted.

Now, those people organized all the supplies by category and neatly brought them back to the residence. It was undoubtedly the Adjutant's doing, especially when the last batch brought back the weapons. Jiang Cheng was almost in awe of the officer, knowing how much these people rejected weapons.

Many of them had witnessed these dark objects taking many lives, be it strangers or their own families. When they saw people like them holding such things, they transformed into wild beasts. These dark, ominous things were too evil, so they rejected them, refused to touch them, fearing they would harm themselves, or worse, turn into Devils if they succumbed to them.

Jiang Cheng was helpless about this.

Without verbal communication, he could only resort to force, making them pick up the weapons. After returning to the residence, he forcibly shoved guns into the hands of a few sturdier men, and they barely accepted them. However, unless on duty, they never touched the guns, let alone learned to shoot.

Now that the Adjutant could get these stubborn people to take up arms, Jiang Cheng was genuinely pleased.

After all, Jiang Cheng was like a god to them, and even though he had saved their lives and demonstrated his power, their acceptance of guns was still reluctant.

The Adjutant had only known them for a short time, you could say they had just met, and yet he managed to get these people to bring back the guns they didn't even want to touch, which was quite impressive.

Unlike other planets, on this planet, violence ran rampant and unchecked. To resist them, one must have means of self-defense, making guns and ammunition extremely important. Indeed, crucial!

Jiang Cheng stood aside, watching as the Adjutant distributed various supplies to the people.

Food and drinks were distributed according to gender and age. The adult men received a bit more, while the portion he reserved for himself was just slightly more than that given to the children.

Jiang Cheng was indifferent.

Then there were some daily necessities, like cups, water bottles, and some relatively clean clothes, all distributed by the Adjutant.

It was clear the people were quite satisfied with the Adjutant's method of distribution.

Next were the guns.

The people of Tian Ruo scattered in a clamor.

But this didn't trouble the Adjutant. He casually pulled out various biscuits, candies, and even cigarettes from his pocket!

That caught the men's eyes immediately.

Jiang Cheng was quite surprised. He didn't smoke, and had no idea cigarettes had such a strong allure.

Indeed, Jiang Cheng couldn't be blamed for this.

The allure of cigarettes is well known. People know cigarettes can cause various strange illnesses, and some even die from smoking. Still, they eagerly spend money to buy cigarettes, which can worsen their health and even shorten their lives. In the Hua Family area, there's a saying, "Paying to suffer," which fits perfectly. Although the Qu Family marks on cigarette packaging that "Smoking is harmful to health," smokers still ignore it and do as they please.

This is the allure of cigarettes, or perhaps the temptation.

The Adjutant had thought of a good way to get the civilians of Sek Planet to willingly take up arms. When he discovered a pack of cigarettes while cleaning the battlefield, a light bulb went off in his head. He thought of using cigarettes to entice these people.

As he came with the troops, being one of the officers, he knew the other officers brought plenty of cigarettes. You sometimes can't imagine how large a person's cigarette stash can be, especially soldiers. Their cigarette stash is unbelievably huge.

There used to be a story on Water Ball about a soldier standing guard at night. The craving for a cigarette was unbearable, so he smoked with the others. When the first flame of a lit cigarette appeared, it caught the attention of the enemy sniper. When the second flame appeared, the sniper took aim. When the third flame appeared, the sniper fired.

See, even at the front line, while on duty, they still craved cigarettes. This shows how deep the smokers' cravings are. Because they are on the front lines, the shadow of death always looms, and they have the mindset of making the most of each day. Every day must be lived to the fullest, and cigarettes are among the things they seek to enjoy.

Prisoners, too, have an extraordinary craving for cigarettes, far more than ordinary people. In many prisons, cigarettes are hard currency and can be used like money. For example, a book costs five cigarettes, an apple three cigarettes. Offering respect to gang leaders is best done with cigarettes. When their cigarette supply runs out, some pick up discarded cigarette butts off the ground to smoke. This shows the importance of cigarettes to people, especially men.

Regarding Water Ball many years ago, scenes of beggars lying on their backs, blissfully smoking cigarettes after a full meal, were not uncommon.