Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

Such a large amount of food was of great importance, and even Xize, who was one of the five people, had to go down in person to greet this caravan.

Take a closer look.

The Shaq soldiers who followed him were also stunned.

I'm afraid it's not a province in the kingdom, and the taxes for the whole year are not so high, right?

The leader of the other team, a man wearing a yellow fur coat, also revealed his identity.

Stubb in Shark Village.

These are all swamp caravans.

"To collect so much food...how many villages are you a representative of?" Nishizawa asked tentatively.

Staab wore a pair of dark glasses, blocking the opponent's view, and he was not afraid in front of the tall and burly Shaq.

"General, you can't say that." He just smiled slightly, "I'm just an ordinary leader. I came here under the order of the Red King. I can't represent anyone else."

"This is just the first batch. I hope we can establish stable cooperation in the future."

Staab wisely did not divulge the exact production capacity of the swamp.

Even so, those Shaq soldiers were still amazed.

In the past, they knew that the swamps were rich in rice, grain and oil, but they never imagined that they would be so rich.

But you can understand it if you think about it carefully.

It would be too difficult to make the Shark Kingdom's planting capabilities in the Gobi Desert of Stan compare to the rice fields in the swamps that are harvested three times a year and have sufficient water and heat...

It's just that people in the swamp have never transported food on such a large scale in the past.

They also don't have the organizational ability.

Caesar's pupils shrank.

This was what he really cared about. Combined with the news about repelling the bandits in the swamp... a powerful leader must have appeared in that dense forest.

"The Red King?" he asked tentatively, "Forgive me for being ignorant, but I don't know who this one is..."

Unexpectedly, this time it was Stabo's turn to be a little surprised.

"Is that so? I heard the Red King said that he and you..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly slapped his forehead: "Ah, sorry, it was us who prejudged it. It's all because of our habit of screaming."

"The name of the Red King is 'Lubeiyou'."

Traveling to the north... Nishizawa was about to say that he had never heard of it.

But I always feel that it seems a bit familiar...

"Xize, don't think about it." At this time, Tie Luo strode from the middle of the grain team, "Then the King of Lao Shi Zihong is the Nameless One."

"The nameless one we were talking about before."

He was beside the soldiers of the Skeleton Corps and had already thoroughly inquired about the information.

But just a few hours ago, Tie Luo was still facing Lu Meng, but now his tone seemed to be talking about someone extremely hateful.

Even if it stands to reason that the other party found and rescued the princess, it was a great achievement, and it not only fulfilled Bayan's request perfectly, but also far exceeded their expectations - with the entire swamp as a trading partner, as long as Shaq If the kingdom can pay the price, there will be no food shortages in the future.

However, if you want the current Tie Luo to sincerely praise him...

Even though his teeth were ground together, he couldn't even speak.

Mainly because it is emotionally unacceptable.

The letter was still stuck in the gap between the armors of this group of five people.

Well hidden.

Seto, how could you accept someone as your teacher so easily...

Unlike a 'teacher' who has a shallow relationship and just preaches, recognizing a master is equivalent to joining someone else's disciple. This is something I truly admire.

That's fine with others, but Seto's vision and resources are beyond what ordinary people can compare to.

Are you looking down on us, the five uncles, who are all good at fighting? Still think we don’t speak well enough and look scary...

The opponent is just a titled warrior.

Of course, not all of the five people are close to the stone demon's daughter because of their interests, and some of them are even hostile. In addition, Seto's talent for split axes was not very high in the past, so not many people appreciated her.

But for Tie Luo, a person who really wants to teach his little niece.

The other party recognized an outsider, which still shocked him.

At this moment, I just want to listen to other people's support and scold that shameless unknown person together...

Unexpectedly, after listening to Tie Luo's revelation.

Caesar froze on the spot, his reaction not at all what Tie Luo expected.

"So that's it, then he is still young and promising, haha..." Old General Shaq said perfunctorily.

It turned out that the one who was rumored to have defeated the sand bandit army.

It's the nameless person that I have been ignoring before...

He remembered, just now.

He also showed his disdain for that flat-skinned man...human...in front of Tie Luo.

Why is the weather suddenly so hot?

Caesar suddenly felt ashamed all over his body.

"Huh?" Tie Luo frowned.

What are you boasting about?

I want to hear you scold him!

"Hmm...I thought he was a real warrior from the beginning..."

Caesar nodded and spoke plausibly.

Tie Luo, a bad boy, must want to laugh at himself when he mentions the other party at this time.

It was humiliating enough to be kicked out of the palace by a stone demon.

No more black history can be added.

Tie Luo must not let Tie Luo know what the unknown person did on the border...at least not now.

At least not in person.

Wait until he returns to the capital to report on his work and see his official report before laughing again...

Anyway, if I can't see it, it means it doesn't exist.

Nishizawa kept a calm expression on his face as he spoke his kind words. Seeing Tie Luo becoming more and more angry and unable to hide himself, the old general felt that he had guessed correctly and could not fall into the opponent's trap.

Deep in their hearts, they shared their thoughts and surprises about the fusion of the surrounding situation.

On the other side, after some negotiation by Stabo, the grain team in the swamp entered the city smoothly.

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…

In the town of Scone, there was a gathering of the Ember Order.

A group of people wearing black burqas sat around a fire, looking like a fire worship ceremony of the Auckland Holy Church.

The difference is that they did not worship the flame.

But they are each doing their own thing.

Some people are polishing the long knives in their hands, some are reading blue books, some are meditating with their eyes closed, and some are even calculating accounts with account books... They all seem to be waiting for something, which can be considered a rest.

Until the flames died down and the overhead lights were turned on.

Everyone bowed to the ashes in the brazier, stopped their actions, and officially started the high-level meeting of the sect.

"Long story short."

A young man wearing a hood walked up to the vacant seat, took out a piece of letterhead from his black clothes, and showed it to the senior officials present:

"Brother Lu...the head of the group needs us."

After the others circulated it once and checked that it was correct, they all nodded.

"I just didn't expect that the Grand Commander has opened up such a wide territory..." someone said.

"There's nothing surprising." A voice floated out, so calm that it seemed as if it was natural. "From the day I received the revelation from the Lord of Light, Auckland, I already knew that the Grand Master was the person I was looking for. He was responsible for revealing the doomsday extinction. For him who knows the truth and restarts Judgment Day, it is easy to do this.”

"...No matter what else, Griffin, just in front of us." Another person reminded, "In front of other believers, just change your name to Narco."

"Both Auckland and Narco are just two sides of the Lord of Light." Griffin's eyes were firm and plausible, "Just like the different identities of the Grand Leader."

When the others saw this, they just shrugged and stopped arguing.

What the other party was talking about was one of the core doctrines of the Ember Order, and in terms of research and creation of doctrines, not many of them could compare to Griffin.

Of course, what was even more irresistible to everyone was his claim that he was inspired and wanted to find his destined person...

As an Auckland native, if he hadn't held on to this obsession and refused to give up, Griffin wouldn't have been almost tried for heresy, and maybe even a high-level paladin by now.

But escaping to the Order of Ember, where getting a little sick is normal... it's like coming home.

"Huang Jie, the Ember Order here in Sikun still needs you to take charge and consolidate the current results. Besides, we need to retain people to keep in touch." Huo Buyang shook his head and stopped a man whose right arm had been replaced with a mechanical prosthesis. The young man's behavior was, "But I'm going."

He had been preparing for this day for a long time.

Even if Brother Lu didn't write it clearly in the letter, Xiao Huo couldn't wait.

When the caravan in the swamp returns, it will bring with it the harvested coins, the exchanged industrial equipment, ordnance parts and other materials, as well as some members of the Ember Order selected by Huo Buyang.

"Also, our development in the Shark Kingdom has almost reached its limit. Any further growth will easily cause fear... The missionary work can be stopped for a while." He thought for a moment, "Mr. Bud, you can come with us. "

The only man on the scene who was not wearing a black burqa and looked like a homeless man, he smiled and saluted after hearing this:

"Just in time, the story that needs to be told has been finished, and I also need to add some material library... So, I'm looking forward to it."

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…

At sunset and dusk, the blush stretches from the sky to the earth.

The long wind blew up Lu Meng's cloak, flying along with the knee-high grass.

"Calculating the time, the food team heading to the Shark Kingdom should have arrived," he looked back. "Then, the construction team arriving from the swamp to the flash land will only be in the next two days at the latest."

Including Lu Meng, they all set off at the same time.

It's just that Lu Meng traveled lightly alone, and he had to clear the obstacles of the sand bandits, so he reached the flash area much faster; while the latter two had a large force, striving to be steady, and with the large number of people, they had to rest and collect resources along the way. , and then there was a time difference.

"After establishing a trade relationship with the Shark Kingdom, it is equivalent to having a stable channel to 'earn foreign exchange', which can be exchanged for Kai coins and iron tools and industrial equipment that are lacking in the swamp..." Lu dreamed, "After all, it is one of the three major countries. , even the one with the weakest economy still has more foundation than most forces."

The current trade route between them can be expected to be to exchange agricultural products for industrial products... Even though the Swampland's current trade volume is huge and in surplus, Shaq is definitely not losing money.

If Bayan knew, he might smile crookedly.

Of course, for Lu Meng, this move can also revitalize a large number of resources in the swamp. After all, their population is so large. Many swamp people died from fire, disease, and wild beasts, and few died directly from starvation. of.

If the surplus grain is not sold, it will only rot.

Developing winemaking is one way to go, but on the one hand, the brand and technology cannot compete with Union City. On the other hand, biofuels have more efficient cannabis fuel, and the demand for it is not in the first echelon.

This is truly a win-win.

Speaking of biofuels.

Before Lu Meng left, the refinery had improved a lot, and the raw materials originally used for poison production were also collected and consumed quickly.

That's why he can guarantee the supply to Rotten Town.

Once the industrial layout of the swamp is initially completed and its energy needs are calculated, fuel export should be put on the agenda.

Only then can the speed of earning foreign exchange be even higher.

Their status is also completely different.

At the same time, biofuel is only the first step, and there are more industrial chains and new technologies that need to be laid out.

Just exporting grain like it is now is just because there is a freak of unbalanced development like the Shaq Kingdom. Lu Meng can still use its comparative advantage and make profits.

Ordinary separatist forces are mostly bandits. They need food but have no way out to give them what they want.

As for a large power like United City, even if it needs to import food, the channels are still in the hands of merchant guilds.

Not to mention the Holy Nation, which controls Auckland’s green spaces.

Only because of the internal population explosion and the policy of religious isolation and isolation, the Holy Kingdom's products did not flow out much... It would be good if it did not dump others in turn.

"Baa, baa~"

In front of Lu Meng, several herdsmen were driving their sheep.

The herdsmen saw him and wanted to salute, but Lu Meng stopped him and told them to go north quickly.

In order to avoid possible herds of beaked beasts, tribes of all sizes in the western part of Shend have begun to migrate, mainly to the south bordering the Bone Wasteland.

And because the threat of sand bandits was lifted, they unexpectedly found that there was a large area of ​​buffer zone, and now they were more confident in escaping this crisis.

But you still have to take action. After all, you don't know when those ferocious and violent beak-billed beasts will appear in groups at the end of the grassy hill.

However, most of the wandering tribes migrated away, but a group of people remained behind.

Farmers and miners roaming the land.

Lu Meng looked at them in front of his white tent, thoughtfully.

These people were also kidnapped by sand bandits at the beginning. The difference is that the herdsmen's ancestral home is recorded in Shandi and they soon returned to their lives. However, these people will not be able to return to their roaming places in a short time. Their hometown was destroyed by the sand bandits. There is no question whether it exists or not.

Now, they have become the most common refugees.

"Is it really necessary to create a new nameless clan?" he thought to himself.

However, Lu Meng quickly rejected his idea.

Firstly, he himself is not a nomad, and secondly, neither are these people. The Wandering Land used to be the homeland of the Holy Kingdom, and there were still many people who were considered Auckland believers. Their living customs were very different from those in the Shen Land. Forcing them to live like a wandering tribe would be unaccustomed to the local environment.

"It seems that we can only use a new stronghold to accommodate them." Lu Meng confirmed, "And if we want to complete the mission... we really need their help."

He selected a few leaders to bring together these refugees with different origins. First, they would complete the registration process. It would be best to introduce their talents and keep them for later use.

Other small tribes cannot accommodate such a large population for the time being, so the burden still falls on the Beifeng Clan.

As the largest tribe in the west, because of their wealthy life in the past, they had too much luggage, and this time the migration progress was also the slowest.

Although they were the first to learn the news, a large number of tribesmen were still lagging behind.

The sun sets in Xiqiu, and the twin moons occupy the night sky.

The weather changed from hot and dry during the day to cool in an instant.

Lu Meng frowned slightly as he looked at the migratory team that was squirming like centipede insects.

Thanks to the literary idiot for the reward and support——