Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

The leather craftsman in the courtyard looked at the group of gang members with a numb and dull expression.

No one dared to shake their heads, and the most courageous ones just looked away.

Old York, who was already in his 40s and nearly 50 years old and could be regarded as an old man in this foreign world, bit the bullet and looked at the little gang leader who asked the question for a few seconds, nodded his head stiffly, and said tremblingly: "Yes... ...those, those Innatrix, over there in the southern clearing."

If he doesn't say it, someone will say it, and it will cause trouble for the leather craftsmen in this yard... These people will come to take a belt or a leather bag forcibly when they have no excuse, let alone have an excuse.

The little leader of the gang sneered. He didn't know whether he "appreciated" Old York's wit or regretted that he had no excuse to make some extra money. He waved his hand and led the people away in a big way.

The little boy who was dragged into the yard by the neighbor's woman watched the group of vicious adults leave in horror, and watched the adults in the yard no longer have the interest in the lively discussion before, and all of them became silent .

He seemed to be ignorant and vaguely understand why Grandpa York said that the vermicelli, which was delicious and affordable at home, could only be eaten once.

Ms. Mia, who was nervously arranging to appease the residents of the slums, got the news that the local gang was coming after half an hour.

"Sure enough, it's here." Ms. Mia, who was taking a break to catch her breath, said with emotion.

Mia is very familiar with this so-called local gang... In her hometown of Camerle Town, the trade unions under the division of the two families are similar in nature to local gangs.

Tens of thousands of weaver households and tens of thousands of weavers have turned the two major families in charge of the trade unions into a "behemoth" that is close to the size of rural nobles. The slums with 40 to [-] permanent residents and a large number of civilians in the city can "feed" The size of the gang is even more exaggerated.

Ban, who used to be a thug in the clubhouse, also sighed with mixed emotions: "The characteristic products of backward areas, the bottom parasites bred by lazy government... Ms. Zhao's description is really vivid."

The aristocrats are not interested in managing the low-level poor who do not have much oil and water and troubles, both inside and outside the city; some ordinary civilians in Du Tata City who are proud of themselves and can overlook the slum dwellers, in the presence of the aristocrats. In his eyes, he was actually the same creature as the poor ghost outside the city.

Not only the city of Duttata, but also the former Inadoli—like the work of the street offices and grassroots units on the earth, all were given to the city hall at that time and gang members were responsible; including the maintenance of the main street Cleaning, disposal of domestic garbage in the city, maintenance of sewer pipes in the city, maintenance of basic order in civilian neighborhoods...etc.

Local gangs that have obtained power from official institutions can of course be "rooted in the grassroots" and use the power at hand to operate their own profit space.

For example, monopolizing the dispatch of low-level migrant workers, or monopolizing people's livelihood business.

Among these monopoly businesses, the most "long-flowing" ones are nothing more than food-related.

Ms. Mia's hometown of Camerle Town, the former Inadoli, and... the current Dutata City are all in the same situation: half of the rise and fall of grain prices are in the hands of grain merchants with the endorsement of nobles, and half In the hands of local gangs.

Ms. Mia thought for a while, and said: "It's a good thing that these people gather here on their own initiative, Ben, you are in charge of this. As many gang members as possible in the city, keep as many as possible."

"Okay." Ban nodded readily, handed over the work at hand to others, patted his buttocks and walked out.

Soon, Ben saw the first group of gangsters coming up smelling the smell.

When this group of people came out of the slums, they stopped the volunteers and contract workers who were about to enter the alleyways of the slums to continue the next step of appeasement work. A young woman in the crowd sweeps her body.

Ordinary residents would be afraid of the large "Innadali Business Group" composed of thousands of strong men. These gang members did not pay attention to the "Business Group" with a scale of thousands of people.

Based on his previous "work experience", Ban immediately recognized the little leader of this group of gang members, and greeted him with a smile on his face.

"It turns out that we took the liberty to publicly sell cheap miscellaneous grain flour, making the business of the local bakery almost impossible. This is indeed our fault." Knowing the purpose of the gang members, Ban said with a smile, "How about it, We are willing to compensate for the loss, but I don't know how to compensate is reasonable?"

The little leader of the gang was a little surprised. He probably didn't expect that dozens of people would scare this bald man who looked like a "brother on the road", and immediately the lion opened his mouth and asked for a lot of money.

Ban did not fully agree, such words are too false, and it is easy to attract the vigilance of the other party; after haggling with the person for a long time, he took the person to the big camp, saying that he was asked to see his "sincerity"...

Then, there is no more.

Although there are no undead in the camp, there are hundreds of quasi-professional-level militiamen and dozens of professional-level operators. Controlling this group of gang members is similar to closing the door to catch kittens.

Next, Ban simply arranged for a few officers to stand guard near the city gate in two groups. Whenever he saw suspected gang members coming out of the city, he would take the initiative to lead the way for the "Taijun"...

Ban also felt that the efficiency of such batches of arrests was not very high, so he simply served the arrested gang members with "delicious food and drink", asked about the activity areas of the major gangs in the city, and asked the operators to dress up as slum residents and run into the city. Go to the city to send a distress letter to help...

Once the war starts, no matter how stupid the gang members are, they will know that the business groups that come to the slums to grab business are not really here to do business, and they might disperse. This was the case in Inadoli back then, and they didn't care about it when they attacked the city. Gang members, I don’t know how many prisoners and road builders have escaped—if they can capture a few more prisoners before the war starts, the progress of Tarantan’s project can also be a little faster.

On one side, Ben happily grabs the labor force, on the other side, Mia's slum comfort work is also in charge.

Ban fooled the shit-stirring gang members away, and the tricycle used to sell vermicelli in the morning was pushed into various alleys in the slum for volunteers and contract workers.

This time, the tricycle was also loaded with a lot of goods - cotton socks, towels, salt in small bags, plastic bowls and basins, etc.

In addition... a palm-sized radio and a speaker with batteries were installed.

Because the radio is relatively expensive and the goods are relatively complicated, in order to prevent looting, five people are assigned to be in charge of each tricycle, and there must be three young and strong men among the five people.

Mrs. Hank, the Berkeley brothers and sisters, and two contract workers had just pulled the tricycle into the alley where the vermicelli was sold in the morning, when local residents who had just seen the gang members passing by nervously gathered around and asked: "Madam, you will sell vermicelli later. ?"

"For sale, the stove will be pulled out around six o'clock." Mrs. Hank boldly raised her voice so that the residents a little further away could hear, "Now let's sell some groceries first, and I will show you our A radio drama produced by Radio Innatrix."

"We're going to do business at the intersection ahead, if you need groceries, you can come and have a look!"

When the local residents heard that cheap and filling vermicelli could still be bought, the tension in their hearts eased a little. Many people followed the tricycle curiously, wanting to see what else these kind-hearted Inadrians would sell. thing.

As for radio dramas, not many people are interested... The life of listening to the radio and enjoying leisure time is too far away from the people at the bottom, and the residents have no corresponding concept at all.

Before twelve o'clock at noon, a small tricycle with a horn, as Mrs. Hank was in charge of, appeared on time in all the lanes deep in the slums.

Mrs. Hank carefully confirmed the time on the watch covered by the sleeve, and when there were 30 seconds before twelve o'clock at noon, she turned on the radio and honked the horn.

At twelve o'clock sharp, a "matrix" composed of more than 60 speakers appeared in the sky above the slums, and the bright and beautiful BGM was played synchronously. A crisp and sweet female voice sang, drifting into this century-old entertainment hall without any spirit. Every corner of the so-called slums has penetrated into the ears of every resident:

"My hometown is Westham. It's a beautiful town on the land watered by the Barcelo River. My name is Caroline. I grew up in the town..."

If the Innatrix said to the residents of Dutata City, "We are all citizens of the Rhine Kingdom, we are all one family", it would be difficult to win the approval of the local residents.

The reason is very simple. Except for the Kenyan Empire and the Sokri Empire, which are strong enough for any citizen to have a strong sense of national pride when facing foreigners, most of the duchies and kingdoms in this foreign world are very important to their own people. Speaking of which, there is no sense of existence at all...

Similar situations are also very common on the earth. Countless foreigners who are naturalized in the United States can sell their mother country without any psychological burden by turning their faces; People from O and XX Americans talk about the glory of their home country, and they will only be regarded as idiots.

Regarding the fact that the Rhinelanders generally have no sense of belonging to the Rhine Kingdom...Yang Qiu and the national team both hold a sit-and-watch attitude.

The Rhine royal family didn't do much personnel, so who cares about him!

The Rhineland people have no sense of identity with the Rhineland Kingdom, which is a good thing for an evil black magician who intends to steal the country!

The aborigines have no sense of belonging to the kingdom, and no more reliable spiritual beliefs than the orthodox sect, so Yang Qiu will build them a sense of belonging to the land, nail the local conditions of a strip of water into the aborigines' minds, and let the Barcelo River nourish The mother river of this land has become the spiritual totem of people!

Whether it is "Our Struggle", an inspirational drama for young people with a relaxed and lively rhythm, or "Legend of Susan", a heroic legend that strives for an epic sense, they are all created for this purpose!

Cultural creation, it is at this time to contribute!

This long-planned combination of spiritual nuclear bombs, which has been tested in Inadeli's own house, has indeed lived up to the expectations of Yang Qiu and the national team.

All over the slums, the residents who were doing manual work in their own huts or working in local workshops were just looking up in surprise and curious about the source of the sound; when they heard the girl who played Caroline After the actors sang "The Beautiful Town on the Land Irrigated by the Barcelo River", most people felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy for no reason.

The local residents are naturally very familiar with the Barcelo River. Every morning, many water bearers go to the upper reaches of the northeast to pick up clean river water, some for their own use, and some to be sold in the city or in the slums.

No one knows where the town of Westham is, but since it is in the Barceló River Basin, it must not be too far from the city of Dutata where they live!

In order to cooperate with the frontline work, in the afternoon of this day, instead of playing songs from other worlds in a loop, the Inadeli radio station broadcast two radio dramas, "Our Struggle" and "Legend of Susan".

The length of these two radio dramas is much shorter than the large-scale dramas in this world. The broadcast time of one drama is about two hours, and when the broadcast ends, it is already 05:30 in the afternoon.

During the more than four hours of broadcasting time, in the slums with 26 to 60 residents, no quarrels and noises were heard, only the sound from the "matrix" composed of more than [-] speakers circulated in this land , soaked, drilled into the ears of every resident, and fell into the heart of every resident.

Children playing in the streets and alleys, women and old people doing handicrafts in front of their homes, men working in workshops, women washing clothes by the river bank, fishermen fishing in the shallow waters of the Barceló River, countless people Slowed down the movement, slowed down the rhythm, quietly and attentively, listening to the story that didn't seem to happen very far away, but seemed to be very close to them.

The story of Caroline and her companions makes people yearn for Westham, a beautiful town that is also close to the Barceló River.

Susan Kenradison from Innadir, Webster Jack from Adler, Matthew Belt from Takia and Thomas Brad, these four 200 years ago defended their hometown and Pakistan. The civilian heroes who died tragically in the Sailuo River made countless people cry when they heard these four names for the first time.

Especially in the plot about Webster the Adler, even Old York, a leather craftsman who has been sitting in the workshop for decades and has lost all hope and passion due to hard life, can't help but have red eyes.

"Our Adler has produced such a great hero..."

After hearing that Webster shouted "Let's meet again in our hometown" in order to protect his companion and was tragically overwhelmed by the group of monsters, Old York turned his back and secretly wiped the corners of his eyes.

The civilian hero who fell in a foreign land, before his death came, he was thinking of the hometown he wanted to return to, and the Barcelo River, which he wanted to see again, but Old York took care of it and was tired of seeing the scenery.

And these long-familiar scenes suddenly became very important in Old York's heart, and became of extraordinary significance.