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Chapter 704 Greeting Master Wang's Golden Gallon Port

North of Port Gum Gallon.

On a piece of barren red land, a huge army is marching towards King Gallon Port with billowing dust.

Among them were trucks, motorcycles, and three jumpers, all of whom were painted in desert paint, clustered in the middle of rows of soldiers.

In addition, there are several open-top off-road vehicles full of wasteland wind, and a towed artillery towed behind the truck.

Objectively speaking, their firepower and mobility are much stronger than the city defense army with only a few 100mm guns, and the soldiers seem to be more well-trained.

But compared with the "Tooth" clan, the bone chewing tribe that was once beaten up by the alliance, they are probably at the same level, and even have fewer tanks than the latter.

However, there is no need for tanks here.

Although Borneo Province is mostly plains, there are no decent roads, especially the alluvial plains near Cam Gallon Port where floods occur frequently.

These light vehicles alone are already quite strenuous.If we really drive the tank here, I'm afraid it won't be able to drive very far before it breaks down.

Seeing this, the survivors carrying baskets on their backs and earthen baskets on their arms all backed away, casting awe-inspiring gazes at the flying double-knife flag and the gray wolf flag.

"It's the gray wolf army!"

"Your Majesty has finally made a move."

"I don't know which one is stronger between them and Iron Man."

Some poor people of the werewolf clan prostrated themselves on the ground to pray, looking up at the pride of those clans, and chanting in their hoarse voices.

"...the invincible gray wolves in the wasteland, they are in groups, like the wind and sand sweeping past, bringing death to the enemy."

There were also greedy green lights in their eyes.

As long as there is a war, people will die.

At that time, take advantage of the chaos to strip a pair of pants and go back, so that a few more people can go out to pick up waste, or go to the governor's plantation to skim sugar cane.

At this moment, General Aryan, who is a god of soldiers, is sitting on an open SUV, looking at the direction of Jin Gallon Port with his eyes slightly squinted.

As early as the beginning of General Abinan's defeat, he had noticed the situation in King Gallon Port, but he did not dare to act rashly without His Majesty's order.

What if it was His Majesty's order to put the alliance ashore?

Or what if His Majesty intends to solve the problem by other means?
These are all things that cannot be said, let alone guessed.

Alayan has never been to the Union, but he has lived in the land of Borneo for more than 30 years, and he is very clear about Lord Wutuo's nature.What that adult hates the most is not that his subordinates screwed up or are not smart enough, but that people who shouldn't have brains have brains, and people who shouldn't have eyes have eyes.

It was precisely because of this that he chose to wait, and while he stood still, he sent several scouts into the city disguised as civilians, while collecting information about those "iron men", while inquiring about the whereabouts of Governor Nihak, while waiting for orders from Heaven.

Now that the telegram from Tiandu finally arrived, Alayan immediately ordered without saying a word, ordering the gray wolf army that had already completed the marching preparations to advance towards the front line.

Although he and his subordinates are still nearly [-] to [-] kilometers away from Jin Gallon Port, he basically already knows the situation there.

Sitting next to him, Staff Officer Gopal spread out the map on his knees, pointed to the two marked lines, and said in a relaxed tone.

"...At present, the alliance's defense line in Port Jingallon is based on the Governor's Mansion and Rowell Camp. As long as we find a way to unplug one of them, the situation will be much more beneficial to us."

After a pause, he pointed his index finger on the map.

"I personally think that the Rowell camp is a good breakthrough. The people stationed there are just a group of mobs who have just touched their guns, and there are at most dozens of alliance instructors. The alliance's rebellious slaves are used by us."

The adjutant sitting in the co-pilot's seat turned around and asked.

"Why are they used by us? I think it's good enough that they don't add trouble."

Gopal smiled lightly and said lightly.

"It's very simple. We give them something that the alliance cannot give. In addition to restoring their status as free citizens, we can also allow them to burn, kill and loot specific urban areas as a reward for them."

Except for Tulip Street, which was surrounded by the knights all the way, they really couldn't touch the big shots there, but in other cities or streets controlled by the alliance, they could always pick out a few oily ones.

It doesn't matter even if you can't squeeze oil and water, people themselves can be used as a kind of spoils of war.

When the war is over, just put on a hat, beat the survivors who helped the alliance into criminals, and hand them over to the wild dogs.

They don't have to pay a penny for it.

You can even take a cut of the legally looted loot.

Alyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and after thinking for a moment, pointed out the problems in the plan.

"But most of them are from the Moon Clan, and I'm afraid that less than [-]% of them are from other ethnic groups."

The racial segregation of the Moon Clan is His Majesty's decision, and they have no right to advocate for the restoration of those people's status as free citizens.

This is a matter of principle.

As if guessing that the general would ask such a question, Gopal said with a faint smile.

"It's just to stabilize them with this kind of statement, and I didn't say that we must honor it, or we can apply to His Majesty for a special pardon for them, re-register them as rat people or snake people, or even give them a new one." A family name and a new faith, it's not too difficult."

It’s okay if His Majesty disagrees, just get rid of those used up guys.

A carload of people was chatting and laughing, and the large force had already moved to the northern suburb of King Gallon Port, and the battle formations quickly moved to the pre-determined battle positions to station.

A total of five [-]-man teams spread out on a front less than [-] kilometers wide, enclosing the settlement in an impenetrable manner, as if a black cloud was overwhelming the city and wanted to destroy it.

Five teams of [-] people is indeed not a small number, and it can even be regarded as a large-scale settlement in the eastern provinces.

But Arayan remained cautious.

Even though the intelligence showed that the enemy's army was less than a thousand people and had just been consumed by the city defense army, he still didn't let his soldiers rush in. Instead, he ordered his adjutant to take some people nearby to catch some coolies, and dug up the area outside the city. Bunker holes, trenches and foxholes.

At the same time, on the outskirts of King Gallon Port, on the roof of a three-story private house, four players wearing exoskeletons were looking at the position one kilometer away with binoculars.

"Sure, these people understand quite well." Looking at the well-drilled bomb defense hole, a look of surprise floated on his face that was erratic.

Not just fortifications, they've even set up some camouflage netting to block the drone's view, it looks like it was imported from the Legion.

The half-year-old had a slightly dignified expression, while the family member standing beside him had an eager expression on his face, chatting excitedly.

"Finally there will be a tough battle!"

The gang of private soldiers in the Governor's Mansion couldn't help beating up too much. Looking at the group of guys who looked like dogs, they didn't even scrape off the paint on his exoskeleton breastplate.

According to the local people, this gray wolf army is the elite army of the empire, and it is the ace of land warfare directly belonging to the emperor of the Xilan Empire!
For a fun person like him, the stronger the enemy, the more excited he is.

After all, if you encounter that kind of rookie who is about to collapse, even if you win, you don't have any sense of accomplishment. If you go to the forum to pretend to be aggressive, no one will cheer you up.

From the current point of view, the performance of this troop is quite satisfactory. Whether it is the speed of deployment or the steady and steady posture, it is difficult to pick out obvious flaws.

Those survivors who were taken to the position faced the loess and waved their shovels with their backs to the sky, digging holes from morning until dark.

It seems that these guys who didn't have enough to eat were digging too slowly. Dozens of overseers with whips soon appeared on the field. After a few whips were whipped, the speed of the survivors' work was much faster. , There are a few skinny young men who are even exhausted to the ground.

The officer leading the overseer was very satisfied with the situation in front of him.

The physical strength of these survivors is like toothpaste, as long as they are squeezed hard, something can still be squeezed out.

The players hiding in the distance gnawed on the dry food in their backpacks, watched the group of survivors work, and stayed on the roof until dark.

Seeing that the sun was setting, the group of soldiers did not leave the survivors to eat, took back the tools issued to them, and drove them out of the position.

A group of ragged survivors limped towards the direction of the settlement, each of them had resentment on their faces, but they dared not speak out.

Seeing a group of survivors walking towards the urban area near them, the four players pondered for a while, then immediately dropped a hundred-yuan bill and withdrew from the house, taking a chance to block a group of them.

"Hey, hey! Fellow villagers in front, don't leave! We have something to ask you!" By accident, he untied the helmet's eyepiece, and waved forward with a smile on his face.

Seeing these four iron men wearing exoskeletons, the faces of the dozen or so ragged survivors were obviously frightened.

They have just been whipped by the Empire, and they don't want to be whipped by these iron men again.

But no one escaped.

Looking at the rifle slung across their chests, their legs felt like lead, even though the gun was neither safe nor loaded.

Just when everyone was panicking, a man wearing an exoskeleton walked up to them, but suddenly he took out a cigarette case.

"Calm down with a cigarette, I don't need to teach you how to smoke." He said in a non-standard human connection, and no family members gave everyone a cigarette with a hippie smile.

Cigarettes are considered a hard currency in the wasteland, second only to bullets and alcohol, and even a little higher than bread. The most important thing is that they are easy to carry.

Although he doesn't smoke much himself, he always brings a few packs with him every time he goes on a mission. It's better than money to dispel the vigilance of the locals.

Although these locals are poor and have to eat soil every now and then, tobacco leaves and pepper are not uncommon here.Some people also get some tobacco leaves and mash them to smoke, or sell them to make money to subsidize their families.

Several people held the cigarette under their noses and took a puff. They immediately understood what it was, and then they showed surprised expressions on their faces.

They have never seen such a fine and expensive cigarette in their life, so they are reluctant to smoke it.

No family member thoughtfully took out a lighter and lit it for them all, so that they would not have to hesitate whether to smoke or not.

I took more than a dozen people into the alley and smoked for a while, but no family members asked with a smile.

"Look at how hard you are working, how much money are those wolf killers paying you?"

Hearing this sentence, the dozen or so survivors all looked unlucky, and one of them had a more straightforward temper, and directly cursed.

"Money? Those misers don't give money!"

Soon, several people echoed.

"that is!"

"Don't talk about giving money, it's good if they don't steal our things!"

"Damn, take away all the baskets I used to pick up soil..."

While talking, several people kept staring at the lighter in the hand of the iron man in front of them, their eyes full of envy and greed.

No family member made a surprised expression.

"No money? Then you still dig for them?"

The straight-tempered man said angrily.

"It's more than just not giving money! We have to bring our own dry food!"

No family members continued to fight the fire.

"Can't you just go?"

Everyone shook their heads when they heard the words.

"No, they have occupied that piece of red land, and if we don't go, there will be no soil to eat."

"They don't have enough people. They will come here to catch them. We all live here, and we have to go when the time comes."

"It's hard to say what will happen when they come to the door."

"My three daughters are all adults."

"These bloody bastards!"

"Hope they're buried in red earth!"

Several survivors complained in a hurry, and the more they talked, the more angry they became.

No family member heard it but rolled their eyes, and suddenly smiled and said.

"Well, if they don't give you money, I'll give it to you!"

Everyone in the alley was stunned and looked at him in puzzlement.

"You...give it to us?"

"That's right," no family member nodded and said with a smile, "but you have to remember, we have increased the money, you have to work harder! Starting tomorrow, you dig hard for me, they If you want to dig a 1.5-meter hole, you can dig [-] meters, if they ask you to dig a [-]-meter hole, you can dig [-] meters! Give them an extra [-] centimeters!"

Several survivors were stunned.

The straight-hearted guy looked suspiciously at the iron man in front of him, and asked in disbelief.

"Are you really giving us money?"

None of the family said with a smile.

"It must be given! Not only will we give it, but it will be paid every day! One person... we will give you twenty Xilan coins!"

Twenty Xilan coins!
Everyone's eyes widened upon hearing this.

They instinctively didn't believe such a good thing, but the cigarette butt in their mouth made them subconsciously believe it.

Maybe these iron men are really not short of money?
A Rat Clan boy swallowed.

"Yes... do you all have a share?"

None of the family laughed.

"That must! We treat everyone equally!"

Then someone asked again.

"Can we bring more family members?"

None of the family members spoke up.

"No problem! We count the money per head... Ah, children are fine, we don't count children under the age of 12. We will count the heads here at dawn tomorrow, and as long as we do what we say, we can get money!"

Rolling his eyes, he added another sentence.

"You can help me pull people's heads. We will give you an extra five yuan for every extra person you pull over! But this matter must be kept secret, so don't let those outside know, or don't say that the money is gone, you can't do it Lives are lost."

When everyone heard the words, expressions of surprise appeared on their faces, and no one was afraid because of his last sentence.

No family members made an appointment with them on the map for the time and place to share the money, and then sent these people away.

The next day, when the sky was still bright, more than 1000 people gathered in the northern suburb of King Gallon Port, walking towards the position of the Gray Wolf Army.

Seeing the dark figure, the soldiers standing guard on the front line were taken aback. They thought it was the people from the Alliance who were calling, but they didn't realize it was a group of residents from the settlement until they all walked in.

"What are you doing here!" the soldier yelled.

Several leading survivors shouted back confidently.

"We're here to work!"

"Your officer called us here!"

"He asked us to come again tomorrow, saying that if we dare not come, he will go to the settlement to catch us."

"Let's get to work!"

Hearing the yelling one after another, several soldiers on duty were stunned, and looked at the group of guys in bewilderment, not knowing what to do for a while, so they sent a person back to ask their superiors for instructions.

At this moment, their superior was snoring in the bomb-proof hole dug just yesterday. When he was woken up, he looked dazed and hurriedly put on the hat hanging by the bed.

"The Alliance is calling?!"

"No," looking at the officer who quickly put on his military boots, the soldier said quickly, "A group of residents of King Galleon Port came up to the position. They said that you asked them to come here to dig earth..."

The officer who was putting on his shoes was stunned for two seconds, stopped his hand tying his shoes, and nodded.

"There is such a thing, what's the matter?"

The soldier was also stunned for a while, not knowing what to do for a while.

"That……"

"Give them shovels and shovels, and tell them where to dig and how to dig. Do you still use Lao Tzu to teach you? Grandma, it's a big fuss. The alliance called me and called me!"

The officer cursed and threw away the shoes that had just been stuck in his feet, threw his hat on the bedside, turned over and lay down again.

He didn't go to bed until after three o'clock last night, and he was stuck on his head. It was so ignorant to wake him up for such a trivial matter!
After being scolded all over his head and face, the soldier also looked aggrieved, but seeing that the officer was already snoring, he could only trot to find the front-line logistics officer, and distributed the earth-digging tools to the survivors. .

The survivors who received the tools immediately went to the battlefield and started to work profusely with sweat. Their hard work looks completely different from yesterday.

When the sun was rising and the overseer with the whip came to the position, he was surprised to find that the whip in his hand was useless.

"Weird."

"When did these animals work so hard?"

Several supervisors got together and looked curiously at the group of guys who were sweating profusely with their heads buried in the trenches. One of them couldn't help the curiosity in his heart and went up to ask.

"It's really strange, why are you so diligent today?"

The survivor who was buried in his work did not look up, and shouted at the overseer who was carrying the whip behind his back.

"Master, if you are lazy, you have to eat the whip, and you have to do it in the end."

"Yes, sir, we are afraid of pain."

"Do the work early, and when the battle is over, you won't have to suffer."

These words are taught to them by the people who bring them money.

Of course they didn't dare to look up, especially they didn't dare to look at the supervisor's face, for fear of revealing their secrets.

The supervisor nodded, not doubting what they said, but still couldn't help but sneered coldly.

"You have realized this a long time ago, and you should be more diligent in your daily life. You will never end up in such a state of being neither human nor ghost."

Not to mention going to be a soldier like him, just doing a small business, or learning a craft, and it will never be worse than a livestock, tied here to dig soil.

After all, it's too lazy.

The supervisor looked down at them for a while, seeing that they were working as hard as they did without the whip, he didn't bother to use the whip, and turned his head to pretend to be under the net to enjoy the cool.

On the other side, Aryan, who has completed the combat deployment, is inspecting the position.

He first inspected the most important artillery positions, anti-aircraft artillery positions, and various machine gun fire points, and then turned to the front line for a look.

Immediately afterwards, he was surprised to find that the group of coolies who were doing foreign labor before, one by two were working in full swing.

It's like there's a gold mine buried in the ground.

Strange.

When did these slackers become so diligent? !
Putting down the binoculars in his hand, Aryan looked at the adjutant beside him.

"How much did you send them?"

The adjutant said proudly.

"Report sir! No money!"

"No money?!" Alyan looked at him dumbfounded, suspecting that he had heard wrong.

The adjutant smiled and said as if showing off.

"I heard from the people below that the local residents are looking forward to our victory as soon as possible so that their lives can return to normal as soon as possible, so they dragged their families over early in the morning to help."

Having said that, he paused again and continued.

"In the final analysis, His Majesty's people's will, the general's reputation is far and wide, and the right time, place and people are all on our side. It is difficult to lose this battle."

Although he was suspicious in his heart, Alayan couldn't refute his first half sentence, so he just nodded and put down this insignificant matter.

He doesn't need the coolies to dig the trenches to a standard, as long as they can provide his soldiers with a bunker for the resistance line is enough.

The real battlefield is in the city, and these trenches and fortifications need to be used when projecting troops and delivering ammunition to the front line.

"It's better to give the local residents a little bit of benefits. After a while, each person will be given a piece of bread, which can be regarded as compensation for delaying their other work."

Of course, the bread he was talking about did not refer to the soft white bread with butter and jam that he ate in the morning, but the brown bread mixed with a lot of bran and even stones and sawdust.

This kind of bread is the staple food of most low-level citizens and farmers of the middle and lower classes in the empire. A few Xilan coins can weigh half a catty, and the exact amount depends on the quality of the bread.

This kind of bread has not been fermented, and it is harder than biscuits when chewed. It can even be used as a weapon to beat people. Usually, it is broken into pieces and thrown into water to soak and drink.

Anyway, it's better than eating dirt and those gas-guzzling beans.

The adjutant nodded respectfully.

"What the adults said is, I will arrange it later."

Aryan nodded, then asked again.

"By the way, is there any news from Rajesh?"

Rajesh is his capable man, not only an awakener, but also a good marksman, especially good at camouflage and intelligence gathering.

Long before the army left, he sent him and two other scouts to the Port of Gold Gallon to collect intelligence on the Alliance's local activities.

It has been two days since the last contact.

Before formulating the next step of the battle plan, he needs the latest intelligence.

The adjutant hesitated slightly and shook his head.

"No new information has been sent yet... The alliance's troop deployment must have changed a lot recently. I guess Sergeant Rajesh wants to wait until it stabilizes before reporting."

Aryan frowned slightly.

"...Looks like we'll have to give him some more time."

He always has a bad feeling, but it seems too early to judge now.

He didn't dare to go too close to the front line. Aryan was sure that the Union soldiers hiding in the settlement must also be staring at this position, so he just took a look from a distance and retreated behind the bunkers and shelters .

The sun gradually set below the mountain.

The officer in charge of the construction of the frontline positions walked to the position, took a look, nodded with satisfaction, and then went back into the anti-gun hole.

This depth is adequate!

If this trend continues, they will be able to complete the construction of the outer positions of King Gallon Port in at most three days. The soldiers of the alliance would never have dreamed that their construction speed would be so fast.

At the same time, on the edge of the settlement of Port King Galleon, a group of hot and sweaty survivors were lining up in front of the alley with apprehensive faces.

This street is their own home, and several entrances of the block are followed by people, so there is no need to worry about outsiders seeing them.

However, after all, they were receiving money from those iron men, and most people were a little worried. They were afraid that the iron men would repent, and they were also afraid that the soldiers of the empire would find out after receiving the money.

But when a brand-new 20 banknote was stuffed into his hand, almost all the anxious expressions turned into a friendly smile.

"Thank you, master!" A man with a bed sheet tied around his waist clasped his hands together to thank him, with such a touching expression that he wanted to kneel down on the spot.

Yi Yidengtian, who was in charge of distributing the money, was overjoyed, but he still put on a civilized attitude and criticized.

"Don't call me a master, I can't bear it. We pay for it, and you contribute. It's called a deal, understand? It's not us who reward you."

The man obviously didn't understand, nodded and said with a smile.

"Okay!"

"...Damn, when I'm talking for nothing, hurry up and go." Yi Yidengtian was too lazy to talk nonsense, and waved the person away.

Not far from the alley, two players wearing exoskeletons gathered together.

Looking at the guys queuing up to get the money, Shanhe Rumeng couldn't help but said with emotion.

"You guys are too crazy."

Today he received a mission to transport several boxes of Xilancoin banknotes from the bank on Tulip Street to his teammates on the front line.

At first he wondered what the money was for, until he saw the scene in front of him.

Looking at the greatly shocked allies, he said with a smile by accident.

"That guy in our team is indeed a talent. He has a smarter brain than me. He should be replaced as the captain."

Shanhe Lumeng looked at him enviously, he was really envious.

The other teams are full of talents. On the other hand, their team, the four of them are newborns, and they can hide from their mistakes even if they hide from the rain.

He is really tired of leading this team.

"By the way, have you seen any clues in the past two days? What are those guys' plans?" Shanhe Lumeng asked casually.

Yin and Yang said with a smile.

"I don't know, but judging from their posture, they should be planning to move forward steadily. You have to be careful at the Rowell camp."

Shanhe Lumeng glanced in surprise.

"Do you think they will use Camp Rowell as the main direction of attack?"

Trying to analyze by mistake.

"It's probably true, but it's hard to say. I just feel that the strategic significance of the Lowell Camp is slightly greater than that of the Governor's Mansion, and the location of the Governor's Mansion is higher than that of the northern urban area. It will cost them a lot of money to get it down. strength, and it is not easy to defend. But if we win the Lowell camp, we can force us to retreat to Tulip Street, and let our front return to the state at the beginning of the second phase of the offensive."

Once the alliance's front line shrinks to the vicinity of the port, it is impossible to buy local survivors and slaves as a temporary source of troops.

But on the contrary, recapturing the Governor's Palace has no meaning for them except to move the battlefield of street fighting from the slums to the Tulip Street near the port in advance.

And the supply line may be cut off by the coalition or local militia trained by the coalition.

Shanhe dreamed about it and thought it made sense.

At this moment, a shirtless local came over, looked at the strange situation and said.

"My lord, someone is looking for you outside. It is a boy from the Rat tribe. He said his name is Asin and he is your servant."

Shanhe heard it in his dream, and looked at it in surprise.

"servant?"

"Hey, that's not the case, it's a misunderstanding," he said in Mandarin with a smile, then looked at the NPC and continued, "Let him in."

The shirtless local nodded.

"Ok."

After all, they are doing something shady, and any strange face here will arouse their vigilance.

But if it's the servants of these iron men, then it doesn't matter.

That is one of our own.

Accompanied by two locals, the child named Asin was brought here.

He looked a little flustered, his hands were in his pockets, his clothes were stained with muddy water, and there were scratches and bruises on his face and arms, as if they were left not long ago.

Seeing a familiar face, the panic on his face disappeared immediately, and he immediately stepped forward in threes and twos in surprise.

"tuning fork!"

He glanced at him in surprise.

"Yo, Ah Xin... what's wrong with you?"

"A little injury, don't worry about it..." Swallowing, Ah Xin continued nervously, "I'll take you to meet one...no, three people."

Guessing that this kid wanted to ask him to help scare people, he glanced at the late sky by accident, then looked at the young man and said with a smile.

"Wait for a while, we'll go back to the Governor's Mansion after we've finished dealing with the matter here, and we'll go back with you at that time, whoever is not open to trouble you, let's go to the door to say hello—"

"No, you misunderstood." Asin took a deep breath, calmed down and said, "No one troubles me, I won't trouble you for such a small matter, I just want... to give you a gift .”

Before the Iron Man could ask, he continued speaking quickly.

"They belong to General Aryan!"

(End of this chapter)