Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

At the beginning of the year, the battle where three thousand undead took the enemy prince from among thousands of armies was enough to shock people's eyes, but it was not enough to become a muscle to be dreaded; It has been famous and promoted for a while, but its influence is only limited to the Rhineland, and it has not really spread.

The reason is also very simple, the number of undead is too small.

The magnitude of [-] undead is enough to threaten small local forces, but it is not enough to look at the regular army at the national level.

Even the Earl of Ezekiel, until the real war started, had such a self-confident attitude of "at least [-]-[-]" and "delayed until the end of the autumn harvest"...

The size of the undead army has expanded tenfold, while characteristics such as immortality, human-like intelligence, knowing how to execute battlefield orders, and knowing how to use tactics remain unchanged. This is truly called quantitative change producing qualitative change.

Combined with the record of the undead of Tarantan, the joint propaganda of Inadoli, Adler & Odis is actually tantamount to sending such a signal to the outside world-these four territories (including Tarantan) , With enough force to fight against an army of one hundred thousand!

This also means that this unit is centered on the Lord Tarantan (Nightmare Butcher) hiding behind the scenes, and has two territories ruled by followers (Innadri & Adler) as vassals, and has a count The undead forces of the allies (Otis) have jumped out of the scope of local lords fighting noble wars with each other, and entered the circle of high-level players that only kingdoms with a population of tens of millions are eligible to set foot in.

Of course, before an evil black magician fully exposes his ambitions, most of the ruling elites on the eastern plate of the Baron continent still focus on scrutiny... After all, no one is stupid, and The forces of the undead, which have taken over one-third of the territory of the Rhine Kingdom, have to pass the Rhine royal family before they can truly enter the international game; since the Rhine royal family has not yet collapsed, what kind of minds are the outsiders fooling around.

For Yang Qiu, after showing off his muscles and showing how difficult it is to deal with his own army of undead, it's time to hide his strength and bide his time - in human terms, it means playing political games with the Rhine royal family for one or two more years, In order to gain time to digest Adler's claim to this land.

Yang Qiu called his teacher Kingsley to Du Tata City and asked him to help him sit in town. He accompanied Colson O'Neill to the king's capital. Resettlement of hundreds of thousands of poor people in the slums of Tacheng.

Old York, a slum resident and leather craftsman, didn't have any clear feelings on the day Du Tata City changed hands.

On October [-]th, like the day before, he listened to the radio drama in the afternoon, ate a bowl of cheap vermicelli sold by Innadelli before dark, and brought another bowl for his daughter. Then I packed up my leather tools and went home.

When it was getting dark, the youngest son ran home excitedly and told Old York in amazement that he saw the son of the water bearer next door being taken away by the undead near the south gate, and there were many others with him. The gangster was also caught.

Old York said, "I knew that kid was going to get into trouble sooner or later" and didn't say anything else.

On the second day after Du Tata City changed hands, the youngest son got up early in the morning and wanted to go to Nancheng District to find some odd jobs as in the past, but was stopped by Old York.

"Yesterday, Inador went to the city after selling our last fans. The city must be in chaos now. Don't go to the city for a few days. It's best not to even approach the city gate."

Old York believed in the friendliness of those Inadrians and would not harm innocent poor people like them at will, but there was a war in the city after all, and he still felt that he should wait a few days until everything stabilized.

I just kept my son by my side for a morning of leather processing. Among the Innadori who sold vermicelli in their alley before, the young man named Becky Berkeley came back with a thick booklet. Knock on the doors of the residents from house to house.

When he knocked on the door of Old York's house, the young man from Innatrix stood at the door with a smile and said hello to Old York: "Uncle York, do young people from your family want to come to us to do odd jobs for a few days?"

"Where do you want to employ people?" Before Old York could speak, the youngest son got up excitedly from the hearth.

"Yes." Becky Berkeley wiped his sweat, "We have arrested a lot of people. The prisons in the city and the prison camps we built can't hold them. Many people spent the night on the main road. Now The prisoner camps outside the city need to be expanded, and the properties seized in the city must be cleared up and put to use, not to mention the shortage of people.”

The youngest son looked at his father quickly.

Old York hesitated for a while. He was really worried about letting his youngest son go out at this time, but he didn't dare to offend Inador, so he had to ask Becky humbly with a smile: "Sir, listen to your order." Meaning, the city has stabilized?"

"Well, we've caught almost everything that needs to be arrested." Becky Berkeley said generously, "Now there are only a few people who are making troubles through chaos and rumors. The central city, south city, and port area are all It's under control, and the shops in the city have resumed business."

Back then, when Inadria "fell", Becky Berkeley, a young man who was working as an errand boy in a bar at that time, was also shocked three times a day... He knew exactly what Old York was worried about.

Old York instinctively felt that the other party was bragging—such a big city of Duttata changed its owner in a day and a night, and could it be stabilized?How can it be!

Even if two street gangs were fighting, they would not be able to decide the outcome so quickly and settle down.

But thinking that the other party really returned to the slums to recruit odd jobs after only one night, Old York felt that the other party did not seem to be completely lying...

Becky didn't notice Old York's suspicion, and solicited with a smile: "By the way, do you want your daughter to go to the logistics department to sign up? Just do some work like washing vegetables and dishes, and she can get her daily salary." A salary of [-] copper coins is enough for two meals."

The dumb daughter that Old York picked up from the garbage dump was not born deaf and dumb. Although she couldn't speak, she didn't have a big hearing problem. Hearing what Becky said, she stood up excitedly and looked at her father pleadingly. .

Old York felt sorry for his dumb daughter, hesitated again and again, but still nodded; but before his daughter went out, he told her for a long time to run to the place where Innatrix was in danger as soon as she was in danger.

Relying on the foundation of trust laid in the previous two days, volunteers like Becky Berkley, who went deep into poverty and "targeted employment", brought out more than 2 slum residents who were willing to accept employment within one noon.

Among these people, teenagers and adult men were taken to the captive camp in the south of the slum for expansion; women and the elderly were taken to the city, either to work odd jobs in the office, or arranged to clean up the seized buildings.

Old York waited anxiously at home for a long time. When it was dark, he saw his son and daughter returning with the workers one after another, and he put his heart in his stomach.

"I saw the son of the water bearer in the prison camp, the bastard on the next street who even beat his mother, and those bastards who robbed my wages in Nancheng District before!"

As soon as the door was closed, the youngest son excitedly mentioned to Old York what he had seen and heard about his half-day odd jobs, especially the guys who had bullied him. Even the shoe-shine kit that I had saved enough money to buy was snatched away.

The mute daughter couldn't speak, but she just put the small bags of leftovers distributed to them by the aunts in the logistics department to the vegetable and dishwashing workers and put them on the father's plate.

Old York looked at his daughter's arms, neck, and face with concern, making sure that he was not injured at all, and questioned his son about the situation in the prison camp in detail. ...is the war really over?"

On the third day after the change of ownership in Du Tata City, the number of residents in the slums willing to do odd jobs for the new city hall exploded to more than 4; many women and girls who hid at home like the daughters of Old York left their homes one after another Come out and sign up.

Old York also signed up for the day, and entered the city with his mute daughter.

With such a large number of people coming to the city to work for the new town hall, according to the experience of old York, it must take a lot of time to wait for the arrangement, and it may not be until the afternoon before their turn to enter the post.

What he didn't expect was that the people from Innatrix seemed to have a lot of experience in organizing a large number of people; the people gathered at the South City Gate were quickly taken away in groups by people in uniform, Old York and His mute daughter only stood there for more than 20 minutes before she was counted into a group of people and was greeted and taken away by a woman from the logistics department.

Old York held his dumb daughter's hand tightly and followed the crowd along the streets of South City to Midtown.

Passing through the open inner city gate, South Street, and at the intersection, Old York’s mute daughter and the women in the procession were taken to East Street, and he and a group of middle-aged and elderly men were left to continue toward Central Avenue .

"They went to help tidy up Viscount O'Neill's mansion. As you all know, the mansion where Lord Colson O'Neill grew up." The man who led their group of odd jobs explained to everyone while walking, "The mansion of that mansion The house is very new and has a lot of space, and Ms. Mia from our logistics department said that the rooms in that mansion should be tidied up and turned into a school in the future."

Old York listened to the woman's babble half-understood, and it took him a while to realize that what his daughter seemed to be doing today was not washing vegetables, but cleaning some big house.

Thinking of the leftovers he ate last night, Old York couldn't help but worry about gains and losses.

After walking for a while, Old York and others were brought to the north section of Central Avenue where many people were already working.

The woman in the logistics department pulled Old York and others to a red brick building, and a man guarding several tricycles came over, took over Old York and others from the woman, distributed tools, explained the work content, assigned Work area.

Old York can't do heavy work, that's just compared to young and middle-aged people... In fact, he can carry hundreds of catties of leather in and out every day, and he still has the strength to shake off a whole piece of buffalo hide with ease .

Old York, who was much stronger and more powerful than the dead house, took the distributed hammer, entered the beautiful red brick building, stood in the magnificent room even after being ransacked, listened to the overseer's request to smash the wall, and held his hands It was a little soft at the time.

"Sir, why did you smash such a good wall? You see, there are still tiles on it, what a pity." Old York said heartbroken.

"Don't worry, this is not a load-bearing wall, it can be smashed." It is probably not the first time the contract worker in charge of leading the workers heard such doubts, and said with a smile, "This kind of small cubicle can't accommodate a family, smash the wall, Get a door out, combine two small rooms into one large room, and then divide the corridor into the suite to use as a balcony, which is almost enough for a family to live in."

After a pause, the contract worker of the city hall who came to lead the workers to renovate the building added another sentence: "The house here will be allocated to you after the remodeling is completed. Look, uncle, if your house draws lots for such a small cubicle, You can’t live here, right? So if you want to change the layout, at least there is an inner and outer room.”

Old York, who was holding a hammer, and the slum dwellers, who were carrying other tools, all stared blankly at the overseer.