Warlord: King of All Clans

But there is no rush now, as the factory is recruiting refugees much slower than he thought.

Not all refugees believed that they could find a normal job after being driven into the wilderness by the army.

Most people did not dare to listen to the recruitment of Riverbend refugees, fearing that they would face a fate more terrible than waiting to die.

Most of them were unarmed and had no ability to hunt in the wilderness, so they could only cling tightly to the western outpost. Even though they were repeatedly expelled by the garrison, they refused to leave.

The first batch of refugees recruited consisted of only more than a hundred people, most of whom came from the same refugee group, and one of them happened to know the refugees from Hewan.

Two skinny dogs that were wandering together met again, and the other one unexpectedly turned into a strong man.

Even if you don't believe what he says, it's not hard to see that he's living a good life.

The leader of this refugee group spent two days, until he could not find any way out, before he chose to trust his companions.

So he walked into the village gate which was still under construction with his clansmen and vassals with a nervous mood, and was then placed in a corner by the soldiers.

At this time, the foundations of the camp walls were only about one meter high, with wooden frames filled with pebbles and concrete everywhere.

The construction site was filled with small slides, wheelbarrows, wooden bucket cranes and other machines that the refugees had never seen before.

There are also piles of river sand, pebbles, wood and stones.

Groups of workers pushed wheelbarrows and dumped the construction materials they had brought back to the construction site.

Another group of workers continued to carry it to various areas.

There is no housing in the camp yet, so the newly arrived refugees can only set up their own tents on the open ground.

Compared to the wild, there is at least one more thick wall here, and there are many armed soldiers guarding it.

The refugee leader was setting up tents and comforting his fellow tribesmen, feeling anxious, when he saw a puppy-headed man approaching.

Is the Kobold so brave? How dare he come in and wander around a construction site with hundreds of people?

Without waiting for him to make a sound to drive them away, the little dog-headed man swept his eyes through the crowd and landed on the leader of the refugees.

The little dog-headed man took out a pen and paper, stared at him and said, "Woof woof woof! Name."

The refugee leader was stunned and stammered, "Ba... Basarov."

"age."

Basarov "Forty years old..."

"Woof woof woof! You're lying!"

Basarov was startled and quickly corrected, "Forty-eight years old."

He was afraid that the age he registered was too old and the camp would not accept him.

Although it was said at the beginning that the elderly, the weak, women and children would all be included, who knows if they would suddenly turn against us in a few days and drive away the elderly and the weak?

In the countryside of the North, people over forty-five are considered old.

The little dog-headed man ignored him and looked behind him and started counting, "One, two, three, four..."

"That's one hundred and sixteen people in total."

The little dog-headed man counted the numbers, wrote them down on paper, and then said to Basarov, "You are in charge of these people. Any casualties must be reported."

After saying this, the little dog-headed man turned and left.

"Okay, okay." Basarov, who was confused the whole time, couldn't help but exclaimed, "Ah, Holy Light is above."

The little dog-headed man heard it, turned around and said: "Woof! May the Holy Light be with you!"

After the little dog-headed man disappeared, the refugees who had regained consciousness were still in deathly silence.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. One of the companions couldn't help but whisper to Basarov: "Boss, is the lord here a kobold?"

"How is that possible? He's probably just the lord's clerk."

"Kobold...clerk?"

Two familiar words, when combined, sound extraordinarily strange!

Leo had no choice. The soldiers of Hewan were good at fighting, but they were at a loss when it came to management.

Most of the soldiers were illiterate and could not do math. The few who worked hard and made progress could barely recognize a few dozen words or do addition and subtraction calculations within three digits.

In comparison, the little dog-headed people trained by Olivia are outstanding.

Although they often appear to be very stupid, their writing and calculation abilities are actually better than ninety-nine percent of the people in Riverbend.

The smart ones among them can already speak fluent Imperial language, write most Imperial characters, and perform simple addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

The intelligence of the puppy-headed people is not high, but they develop very quickly, have simple minds and strong concentration.

Elementary school level content can basically be learned after just a few teachings.

They are not fond of learning and are even more playful than human children.

If they were given ten life skills to choose from, literacy and numeracy would definitely be at the bottom of the list.

Unfortunately, there is a strict human mother above my head.

Although Olivia has a gentle and kind personality and would not abuse small animals, she is ruthless when it comes to slapping people on the palms or making them stand in the corner as punishment.

What's more, she can also do mental whipping!

Olivia's holy light spells were not very good, but she was very proficient in shadow-based mind whipping, and she could whip the dog however she wanted.

It is obviously developing in the direction of Shadow Priest.

Therefore, the little dog-headed man who followed him was not only responsible for supervising the workers in burning and mixing cement, but also had to help him manage the newly joined refugees.

It is definitely impossible to achieve refined management. Leo only requires to know the exact number of refugees so that he can control the population more easily.

As well as the names of some major leaders to facilitate communication with them.

Most of these leaders are clan patriarchs or group leaders similar to Uliyan, and they have extremely high prestige within their own small groups.

Leo did not have much actual management experience, so he preferred to take the safest approach, which was to follow the method that Urian used at the Riverbend refugee camp.

First, control and win over the prestigious refugee leaders, delegate power to those who are obedient, and find ways to weaken the authority of those who are disobedient, and then get rid of them.

At night, after finishing his work, Leo sat down in his marching tent, took the tea brought by the little dog-headed man, and met Basarov, the leader of the refugees who was recruited first.

The marching tent was Uliyan's outfit, and after being cleaned by Olivia, it became Leo's military tent.

The tea was a gift just sent by Knight Noyes, the commander of the garrison at the neighboring western outpost.

The close relationship between the River Reach Territory and the Petukhov family was noticed by this law-abiding knight.

Seeing that the River Bay Territory had broken ground within his field of vision, no matter how much he looked down on civilians, he had to send a gift to express his welcome.

He was stationed at the western watchtower and could see convoys and fishing boats entering and leaving the river bay every day. Apart from Rigolav, he was the outsider who knew the strength of the River Bay Lord best.

"Basarov, forty-eight years old, believes in Holy Light?" Looking at the form placed on the table by the puppy-headed man, Leo had to admit that the other party's handwriting was better than his.

The kobolds shook their heads when they read the imperial language he wrote.

Feeling the admiring gaze from the human, the puppy-headed man who was about to nibble on the table leg immediately stood up straight, wagging his tail rapidly.

"Yes, yes." Basarov nodded guiltily.

"Are they from Basaka?"

"Yes, yes!" Basarov explained hurriedly, "We live near Varanger. The village is gone, so we fled here. Don't worry, sir. We have been citizens of the Empire for two hundred years!"

There are many Basaka people in the river bend, and through long-term contact, Rio has a good understanding of their culture.