Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

In the station town, there is currently only one street less than 200 meters long, and dozens of sparse buildings; more than half of these buildings are wooden houses left by the original road construction team.

It is not an exaggeration to say that when you look up from the steps of the station, you can see the whole town in your eyes.

Although it is small, it is complete with all internal organs, including logistics department delis, hotels, and bars that provide services for passengers.

The Kenyan investigation team got off the train and planned to continue on. After learning that there would be a pneumatic car from the transportation department delivering goods to the depths of Tarantan every morning, and there was a free ride, they stayed in the only hotel in the town. down.

Also staying in the hotel was a mercenary group that had just come out of the Sorensen Mountains.

"Hey guys, are you Kenyan?"

When Ross and the others settled their luggage and horses and moved around in the hotel lobby, the group of mercenaries who were playing cards in a corner of the lobby greeted them carelessly.

Ross gave Gejir a look, and Gejir walked towards the corner occupied by the mercenaries with a smile on his face: "Yes, we are from Kenya. My name is Gejir, what do you call me?"

After chatting with this group of fruitful mercenaries for a long time, Ge Jier came back to his companions.

More than half of the lobby of the hotel is set up as a leisure area, providing entertainment such as chess and cards, dart boards, and billiards. If you want to drink, you can also pay a few copper coins as a tip for the waiter in the bar next door; just no more "relaxation" , at least women and little boys will not provide.

Ross and the others took up two pool tables to gamble a little money. Ge Jier sat next to Ross and picked up the rum from the bar next door, and said in a low voice: "This place is indeed doing business with adventure teams and mercenary groups. , but the mercenaries who went in and out of Sorensen only took the train of Innatrix, and never took the pneumatic car... Those pneumatic cars of the Innatrix Transport Department only took this road leading to the depths of Tarantan. route."

Ross nodded slightly, his brows unconsciously tightened.

On the Nabalon continent, the only country capable of producing pneumatic vehicles is the Kenyan Empire.

Each aero is expensive and is usually only found in larger cities and tends not to leave the urban areas.

As soon as Ross heard the station staff mention that the Innadri Transport Division used the pneumatic vehicles to transport supplies to the road construction team deep in the Tarantan wilderness, he knew that the pneumatic vehicles used here were definitely not made by the Kenyan Empire.

The reason is simple - the empire prohibits the sale of pneumatic vehicles that can be used to transport supplies on non-urban roads!

But for all the pneumatic vehicles sold in various countries, the empire will deliberately install the chassis very low; and it has launched a propaganda campaign for many years in a row, making people think that the lower the chassis, the safer and faster the pneumatic vehicle.

This kind of vehicle can only be driven on flat roads, and it must not be used for wartime material transfer... But if it is driven to a slightly rough place, the chassis will be scratched badly.

When you get out of the station, you can see the road extending to the west end parallel to the unopened railway.

A road with a roadbed and the road surface is pressed by some kind of heavy equipment is bound to be much smoother than the average country road, but it is not the same as the road in the city-due to the abundant rain in summer, the road surface has been soaked by rain for a long time , Many wheel marks are pressed out by the wheels, and obvious unevenness can be seen.

On this kind of road, it is absolutely difficult for the pneumatic vehicles approved by the empire to drive.

This is obviously not good news... Ross became even more worried.

"If the pneumatic vehicles that can be used for transportation on bumpy roads are sold to Middle-earth by the Nightmare Butcher...the difficulty for the empire to control Middle-earth will be doubled!"

Ross is a person who is qualified to get in touch with the core strategy of the Kenyan Empire. He understands the advantages of the empire's interference in the political situation in China-Even though it is an away game, the logistics transfer capability of the empire is far better than that of the Middle-earth countries who are fighting at home.

And this advantage is neither based on the airship that the empire hypes, nor is it based on the magic steam train.

Although the airship's airlift capability is strong, it is just a slow moving target floating in the air - let alone being attacked by a high-level spellcaster, it will definitely crash. .

As for the steam train, if a section of the railway was bombed with an alchemy bomb, it would have to stop running.

What really makes the imperial army's logistics worry-free in away games is actually the land pneumatic vehicle transport unit.

If the people of Middle-earth can also have similar means of logistics transfer...then the intensity of the security war will suddenly increase in the countries and regions that have already been controlled, not to mention the empire's continued siege in Middle-earth.

"If the Nightmare Butcher cannot be suppressed as soon as possible, the empire may... no, it will inevitably face endless troubles." Ross sighed secretly.

Ross was worrying in his heart when suddenly there were loud footsteps outside.

"Please don't worry about it, it's just that the female prisoners in the prison come back from work and have dinner." The staff serving next to the pool table smiled and explained to the guests who came to the station town for the first time, "Those female prisoners are doing heavy work to open up wasteland, and their appetite is not as high as The men are low, and the correctional officers are too busy, so the deli in the logistics department next door is responsible for the three meals in the prison."

Ross and Gejill looked at each other, signaling to the others to continue to relax, and only the two of them walked to the door of the hotel to check the situation.

The open space in front of the deli next door is already full of female prisoners. These women are all sweaty and muddy, their faces, necks, and arms are red from the sun, and they are being directed by four or five correctional officers to line up .

I don't know if it's because of exhaustion of energy and physical strength, or because of getting used to it, none of the more than [-] female prisoners showed disobedience or intentional disturbance, and the guards moved wherever they pointed, as if they were more disciplined than the army. strict.

Seeing that the female prisoners lined up as required, Ross sat down cross-legged on the same spot after the correctional officers raised their hands...

If he hadn't known that these were female prisoners serving sentences, Ross would have thought that these were female militiamen specially trained by Inadrit.

Just as Ross was shocked at how these few correctional officers trained the prisoners to be so obedient, the staff of the deli next door pushed a trolley filled with large wooden barrels and tableware and rushed into the middle of the female prisoner team, filling them with hands and feet deftly. Food, distributed to female prisoners who ate on the spot.

Although the station town is desolate, there is no shortage of supplies.

After all, this is a necessary place to transport materials to Tarantan, and it can also do business with adventurers or mercenary teams from time to time; in addition, the Transportation Department in charge of railways and transportation is currently the largest financial appropriation for Innatrix. With sufficient departments, it is impossible to treat one's own people badly.

Under the honor of the Transportation Department, although the female prisoners here are doing the hard work of opening up wasteland, their stomachs are not treated badly—not only are they full three meals a day, but eggs and milk are often seen in the meals.

Ross, who has good eyesight, saw that the female prisoner closest to the hotel received a plate containing a large group of oily noodles mixed with sauce and a small group of fried side dishes; although it was simple, it was not necessarily Worse than the delis sold in town.

Whether it's a former slave trader who enjoyed delicious food and spicy food before being arrested, or a female prisoner who was arrested for stealing or assaulting and wounding others, they all started to eat after receiving the food... People who do heavy manual labor such as land reclamation, I don't have the leisure to pick whether the food is exquisite enough.

After giving the female prisoners 10 minutes to finish their dinner, the correction officer who was waiting next to him blew his whistle, and the female prisoners who were sitting on the ground eating got up in unison again, following the order of queuing for meals, silent and orderly to leave.

Ross and Gajeel, who had witnessed Inadoli's discipline with their own eyes, watched the backs of the group of female prisoners disappear across the street with incomprehensible faces.

"How do the people here make the criminals so docile?" Ge Jier said incredulously, "In my uncle's factory, the paid female workers are not so obedient."

The deli employee who was packing up the tableware heard this, and flaunted a little proudly: "This is a method only available to the operatives of our city hall, not to mention the female prisoners here, and those vicious male prisoners in the wasteland. So honest."

This time, without any winks from Ross, Gejill, who is good at dealing with all kinds of people, leaned over to chat and inquire.

Ross went back to the leisure area of ​​the hotel lobby and waited patiently for a while, Ge Jier, who had inquired a lot of information, came back with a puzzled expression on his face.

This time, Ge Jier lowered his voice: "Roz, what kind of captive policy Walton said...maybe it's true."

"Huh?" Ross frowned.

"They will really release the prisoners." Gejir said with a gloomy expression.

Ross' expression remained unchanged, but his heart jumped suddenly.

The treatment methods of the various countries in Nabaron Continent... are surprisingly consistent: most of those who go to prison are unlikely to leave alive.

Taking the Kenyan Empire as an example, most of the male prisoners would die in the mines or die in a mining accident.

Female prisoners will work to death in a fully enclosed factory, or be transferred to a dark place with their own original capital to sell as goods.

After all... Prisons make profits by scraping the bones and marrow from prisoners. In addition to the prisoners' own labor ability, such as "parts" such as hair and teeth, they will not hesitate to buy them from the prisoners when there is a buyer to pay. Take it away from your body.

But for those who are reduced to being imprisoned, only a very lucky few can pay a large ransom at their families... No, after the ransom, they leave with their lives saved.

And this kind of cruel cannibal prison fact, even the newspapers are too lazy to report, even if it is reported, it will not cause any trouble.

This is not to say that there is no lower limit in this world, but that in a pseudo-civilized society, all "inaudible cries" can be accepted by the mainstream of the society as non-existent - a country on earth that roars loudly about human rights, Private prisons justifiably exploit prisoners, and illegal immigrants can be openly harvested for their organs, but no one cares.

"Those who behave well during their sentence can get a commutation of their sentence." Ge Jier didn't notice Ross's reaction, he himself was quite shocked, "Those who can get approval from the prison and be released can get paid for their work while serving their sentence , and even get the opportunity to introduce jobs, this is really unheard of, don’t people here worry that the released criminals will continue to commit crimes?”

Ross was silent.

This noble son from a great noble family never considered whether the criminals in prison were eligible for forgiveness and salvation.

For people like Luo Zi and Ge Jier, the prisoners are too far away from their world—more distant than the Dimensional Demon Realm across the plane.

It is impossible for nobles to go to prison, and everything the nobles do must be reasonable and legal.

Even if they lose in the territorial war that is most likely to lead to the downfall of the family, the most tragic end for the nobles is to pay the indemnity for the defeat and then make a comeback in another place—such as the Walton family in the past, or the Bartleis who has gone far to the north. Home.

Since it is an insulated crowd that has nothing to do with him, Ross certainly won't waste any energy thinking about it.

Until now, seeing with his own eyes that four or five correctional officers were able to subdue more than a hundred female prisoners, Ross was bewildered and horrified to think of a terrible fact——

Even the prisoners can be organized and managed so meticulously, so... when the Nightmare Butcher needs to mobilize his people to achieve his goals, what kind of terrifying potential will the territory he controls burst out?