Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

After traveling for two hours, the old-fashioned green leather train that Yang Qiu took arrived at the small station at the junction of the border between Inadili and Tarantan.

Going forward, the train will not pass, and the supplies from Innadri have to be sent in by trucks and horse-drawn carriages.

The dozens of wooden houses left by the prisoner road construction team (all the prefabricated houses that could be dismantled and taken away) were converted into a small station. In addition to being used by the logistics department of the Inador Railway Construction, it also attracted some Small adventure teams and mercenary groups operating nearby.

When Yang Qiu got off the train, he saw a group of rugged men and women standing in front of the logistics department's small kitchen to buy food.

"These people came from the side of Sorensen." Pan Xi, who stayed at the station in charge of material transfer, casually introduced to the big leader who came to "inspect", "At the beginning, I wanted to rob our train when I touched it, but found that there were people in the carriage. It was the concrete and steel rails that gave up and turned around to do business with us."

Of course, the cement and steel rails are also valuable, but the tonnage is there. If the whole crew goes into battle and carries a few tons back to the city to sell, it is better to get some monster fur and bone materials.

"Oh? Robbery?" Yang Qiu looked at the group of brave men and women with gleaming eyes.

"Now they will all pay, whether it is food, water or accommodation." Pan Xi had to emphasize emphatically, "When they take our train back, they will also pay the fare."

Hal, the operator, and the Sokri mercenaries are already struggling to manage the current prisoners, so you can save them some trouble!

Yang Qiu looked away regretfully... the customer is the one who will pay, and he would not do such a thing as attacking a customer.

Where there is convenient transportation, people will gradually gather popularity. The small border station where only the staff stayed behind has now added a small shop selling food (the store is run by the logistics department, mainly to prepare food for the staff). There was even a tavern in the small hotel where they stayed, selling cheap corn rum, ale brewed by local farmers, and the like.

In a few years or more, there might be a small town here... Most of the history of the formation of crowd settlements follows this pattern.

Yang Qiu is from Huaxia, and he likes popularity in his bones. After wandering around the small station, he chatted with the peasants who came to hitchhike into the town with vegetables, and then summoned the undead horse and headed to the Tarantan wasteland. Go deep.

The adventurers and mercenaries who came from the adjacent Sorenson Mountains for supplies only realized that a black magician passed them by...

"Hey, Pansy, wouldn't that be...?" A burly man who knew Pansy asked Pansy in surprise.

Pan Xi is instructing the operator driving the crane to load the rail cement in the train carriage into the truck. These second-hand mechanical creations from the earth are still used by the locals. "That's right, it's him."

"It's actually him." The brawny man was speechless and said in disbelief, "The legendary nightmare butcher would still sit on the steps and chat with the farmer?"

Pan Xi just sneered... That black magician's good temper is only aimed at ordinary people. If I hadn't helped you smooth things over, believe it or not, you guys would have become prisoners waiting to be sent to the road construction team by now?

Next to the railway built by the road repair team, there is a two-lane road that only roughly covers the road surface and can accommodate freight vehicles.

On the road, there are occasional second-hand trucks made in China that are solid and durable, and most of them are magic-modified steel-framed carriages from the ground lizard horses——the Order of the Sun, the City Defense Army and noble private soldiers. , and the ground lizard horses brought by the Sokri caravan that tried to kidnap at Westham last year, except for being allocated to the Transportation Department (formerly the Carriage Department), they were used on this road.

Yang Qiu trotted on the undead horse for more than an hour, and saw the large construction site of the prisoner road construction team from a distance.

The Tarantan Wilderness is not as mountainous as Westham, but there are many swamps. In some places, the swamps are so large that it is impossible to go around them. If the railway is built, roads must be filled or even bridges built.

And this is also the place where the most money is spent... All the reinforced concrete transported from the earth is consumed here.

Yang Qiu drove his horse into the construction site, and saw many prisoners digging deep into the mud pond that had been accumulated for many years with the help of excavators, and shoveled the cleared mud into the truck or steel frame carriage according to the requirements of the undead engineer. Go back to the rear—these are natural fertilizers for fertile fields, and the national team in charge of infrastructure work will definitely not waste them.

Yang Qiu was very relieved of the national team, and after appreciating the progress of the project for a while, he went to Hal, and did not bother those engineers who went to other worlds to bloom their second careers.

At this time, Hal...is busy releasing some prisoners.

That's right, the prisoners who are arrested to repair the railway have a chance to be released, and they don't have to work until they die... For the lesser crimes of prostitutes, gamblers, and petty street thieves, as long as they perform well during the labor reform period and serve their sentences After a while there is a chance to go home.

still get paid...

When Yang Qiu entered the prisoner's barracks, there were more than a dozen prisoners with tanned skin about the same color as the Saukri men, wearing neat and simple outfits, carrying luggage, and carrying small cloth bags containing their salaries. bring it out.

After getting along day and night for more than half a year, these Sokri mercenaries who were originally detained forcibly mixed up with Inadoli's prisoners. Yang Qiu heard from afar that a Sokri mercenary brought out The prisoner earnestly advises:

"...Your wife entrusts someone to send you money and clothes every month. Among the prisoners, the family members are most concerned about you. After you go back, you should live a good life with your family. Don't let your wife down. Come here, the next prison term will not be so short, and your wife will be disappointed in you and marry someone else, then don’t regret it so much that you can’t cry.”

"I see, guard, I will never do anything wrong in the future." The released prisoner who was persuaded burst into tears, "Guard, if you go to the city in the future, you must remember to come to my house as a guest, I will Living in Nancheng District…”

"Yes, yes, there is a chance." Supervisor Sokri said a few words of reassurance, and then said to another young man, "You too, you are such an adult, don't let your parents worry about it anymore. Your mother washes vegetables in the logistics department , the money you earn from soaking in cold water every day is not enough for you to spend two nights drinking and drinking. You are caught here, and your mother has to save money to make clothes for you, just in case you are frozen, you Think for yourself if it’s appropriate to do so.”

Yang Qiu stopped where he was, and smiled as he watched the group of released prisoners being taken out of the barracks by Saukri mercenaries and sent back to Inadeli's carriage.

Hal Maxwell was still the same. Although he was sitting behind a desk full of paper documents and documents, holding a pen in his hand and a little ink on his cuff, he was as fierce as if he wanted to kill someone if he disagreed with him. His demeanor, and his demeanor as an eagle watching a wolf, did not change a bit because of his copywriting work.

Yang Qiu lifted the subspace barrier and appeared, and Hal, who was gnashing his teeth and writing a report on the release of prisoners, almost knocked over the ink bottle.

"What are you doing here?" Hal asked warily.

Yang Qiu calmly took out the iron plate component engraved with the undead summoning array from the space bracelet, and said, "Of course it is to send manpower for you."

When Hal saw that there were only partial magic circle patterns on the iron plate, his face twitched a little...

He hasn't dealt with undead (specifically players) for more than half a year.

And he didn't miss the days when he dealt with the undead more than half a year ago!

"Don't be so repulsive. Our undead friends are indeed troublesome sometimes, but they are not without merit. At least they are trustworthy when dealing with monsters." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "You take With this set of components, when the undead need to clear the way for the road construction team, they will assemble the teleportation array."

Hal looked disgusted... and accepted the iron plate.

"By the way, I heard that you commissioned the Bounty Association to inquire about your aunt and cousin?" Yang Qiu said.

Hal is unwilling to talk about this matter with Yang Qiu: "This is my private matter."

"No, what I want to say is that you want to find your only remaining relatives and let them live in Inadoli?" Yang Qiu smiled.

Hal first glanced at Yang Qiu suspiciously, and didn't understand what Yang Qiu wanted to express for a while, and then he realized it after a while, and shouted angrily: "I said, this is my private matter!"

Yang Qiu stopped teasing him, and left with a laugh.

Hope that the only remaining relatives can live in a place where they feel at ease and at ease. This is the idea that normal people would have... Hal, the awkward Kenyan boy, has actually admitted Inadoli from the bottom of his heart.

In this dark and horrible fucking world, creating a place where people in this world can live with peace of mind is what Yang Qiu has always wanted to do and is working hard to do.

"The road is long and difficult."

Standing in the quiet prisoner's barracks, overlooking the bustling railway construction site, Yang Qiu murmured softly.

On the other side, the owner of the orange cat, who had determined the development direction of his tiny knight leader, went back to Inadeli to find Zhao Zhenzhen.

"Sister Zhao is not online? Are the bones returned to the boat to Port Moses?"

There was no other choice, the owner of Orange Cat had to call his friends to accompany him, teleported back to his knight leader, and then went to Moses Port to find Sister Zhao—the teleportation point that could teleport Moses Port was installed in his territory, and they had to find another way .

"You don't want to walk there, do you? There's no map, so you'll definitely get lost." Tang Jia disagreed with the bad idea of ​​walking to Port Moses.

Jia Luo and Yang Ying had limited interest in the management game, so they went to play their own games after a while, leaving only Tang Jia and Ou Hulu to accompany the orange cat.

"Why are you going, take a boat." The owner of the orange cat pointed to the southwest of the knight's collar, and pointed to the boats sailing on the Barcelo River.

"I can't swim!" Tang Jia said.

The orange cat boss thought for a while, and dragged out the solid wood square table from the lord's big house...

When a small passenger ship sailed from Newing Town to Moses Port, when it reached the junction of Innatrix and Otis, the captain with a beard and a big beard suddenly heard the sailors on the deck screaming ghosts. Call.

"What's the noise? Don't disturb the guests!"

The bearded captain came out of the cabin cursing, and just yelled at the sailor, but he couldn't hold back his groan...

Three undead were pulling a large square table and floating in the middle of the slightly undulating river, waving their arms towards the passenger ship.

"...Pretend not to see, go around!" The bearded captain immediately turned his head and said to the first mate.

The first mate pointed to the river: "Boss, they are paddling over."

The bearded captain took a deep breath...

The deck of the passenger ship was not high, and the undead could touch the side of the ship by stepping on the generous table and stretching their arms. The bearded captain really didn't have the courage to offend these undead to death, so he could only bite the bullet and stop the ship, allowing the three undead to climb up.

These three undead not only know how to "take the boat with the wind" by themselves, but also know how to use the cables on the deck to lift that big square table up...

One of the undead shook the water on his body, and the terrifying skull face turned around the tense crew members. He walked up to the bearded captain who seemed to be the oldest and the clothes were more exquisite, and took out a few coins. The silver coin was resting on the bone claw, but he didn't pay directly. Instead, he pointed at himself first, then at the two companions, and then tilted his head slightly.

The bearded captain: "..."

The bearded captain swallowed his saliva, his mind was full of rumors about the undead soul of Tarantan spread by the people of Innadrix and Port Moses, and he raised his two fingers blankly: "Three, if there are three, just- Even if you get on the boat halfway, you need two silver coins."

The owner of the orange cat must not understand the lingua franca of civilian NPCs, but body language has no borders. He glanced at the raised fingers of the bearded captain and pinched two silver coins for NPCs that he left behind when he was doing caravan business. After a little shaking, I checked whether it was necessary to pay so much for the boat.

The bearded captain nodded.

The owner of the orange cat put away the extra coins and handed the two silver coins to the other party.

The bearded captain was stupid and could only accept the fare instinctively.

The first mate and sailor standing next to him looked at the captain with admiration—they dared to collect money from the undead!

The bearded captain who accepted the money suddenly became calm for some reason.

The undead who paid didn't walk away, and glanced at the sailors again, pointing at a towel hanging around a sailor's neck.

The sailor bravely stepped forward two steps, took off the towel and handed it to the undead.

The orange cat boss took the towel, wiped off the water on the weapon and equipment, carried the dry water, and handed it to the little friend.

Tang Jia and Ou Hulu each wiped the water off their equipment and returned the towels to the sailors. The three entered the public cabin on the first floor and sat down at a window seat, ignoring the guests coming and going in the cabin. The exclamation sounded, and they chatted like no one else was there.

The sailors nervously followed the corridor, climbed the door of the cabin and stared at the three undead who didn't treat themselves as outsiders at all, just like ordinary guests.

On the deck, the bearded captain with two silver coins in his hand looked calmly at the first mate next to him: "There are undead on our boat and paid the fare. This dream is really interesting."

Sailor & Chief Mate: "?!"