Black sails

Chapter 367 Ⅰ. Propulsion Movement

April 10, Year 2690 of the Holy Spirit Calendar.

At the end of last year, the train robbery that occurred in November had completely subsided due to the influence of the public relations department.

In the royal court of Aram.

The bill "Continental Transportation Law" drafted last year has been officially launched.

The word count for a lengthy article is incalculable.

After refining the core proposition.

As a big country, Aram will pursue its own affairs when it is in power. It will build railway tracks for its subordinate countries and contract countries free of charge, promote peace, and increase trade exchanges.

Under the military government headed by the emperor, a large number of capable soldiers were selected from the army and various departments to serve as supervisors and general managers to implement the bill.

"Advancing Movement".

This is the unveiling.

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East of the Narrow Sea and west of Aram.

The Principality of Mulon.

In March of this year, Yalan had another younger brother under his command, and he still continued the same old routine of supporting the puppet prince and implementing the policy of restraint.

The so-called restraint policy.

That is to say, set up an administrative unit, use military and political pressure to control it, give the country's major ethnic groups and ethnic minorities a little sweetness, and then suck out the marrow.

In the railway planning, this railway will bypass the Narrow Sea and reach the oasis country of Vadiniya, passing through several small functional countries with strategic buffers on the way.

Today's Western Continent.

Aran is the only one, Lostra, Pedan, Zeon, and Guleg are the first echelon, and Wuchang belongs to it.

Further down are Bema, the Great Southern Wetland of Mongos, Vadiniya, and so on, countries that are less than the upper ones and more than the lower ones.

Below, there are kings everywhere, short and glorious.

The Principality of Mulon obviously belongs to the type where kings are everywhere and live their lives in idleness. The highest record is five kings in one day. MacArthur said that when a dragon crosses the river and a tiger crosses the river, society is not up to you. The colorful world is charming to the eye, but if you don't have the strength, you can't compete with others.

Now the railway has advanced to the Principality of Mulon, passed here, and then passed through some countries until it reached Vadinia.

However, the attitude of the government and people of the Principality of Mulon towards Yalan is like milk tea with milk on top.

The upper and lower layers have completely different tastes.

Mulon was also a regional power two or three hundred years ago, but it has been weakening all the way to this day. Persia is generally called Little Mulon.

The government is a lapdog among lapdogs. It nods and shakes its head. The stars in the sky are in the Beidou. If you say you want to leave, we will leave. Whatever you say will work, whatever works.

However, the local resistance forces in the Principality of Mulon did not accept this trick. The sweetness given by Yalan was limited, and the middleman King Dog took him away. I did not drink Pedan's toast, and Yalan picked up the food and turned the table. I am a barbarian. Also, what are you afraid of?

The puppet government has limited influence. The local tribal alliance is dozens of times more powerful than the government. They frequently launch attacks on the railways under construction, destroy the railways with explosives, or kill construction workers.

The royal court of Aram wants to save face.

They have already taken over other people's ways, and then kidnapping people to work as slaves will not have a very good impact and is not conducive to long-term rule. High-end games have to play with ideology. Of course, southern barbarians like the Argonians can do this. Other countries do this. Can't do it.

Since hiring workers costs money, it is natural to give jobs to people in the country to increase the employment rate and send workers abroad, so that the unemployed young and middle-aged people in the country who are idle and may cause trouble have somewhere to use their strength.

That is to say.

Lao Yalan’s father was chopped into pieces by foreigners!

I hit you, how dare you resist?

This is no longer an ordinary tough guy and must be severely punished!

The situation has improved a lot since General Aram Army, Crocodile Island, personally led troops to the Mamulon Principality. Under his violent suppression, let alone the resistance forces.

Army Master Yalan has become the highest-status person in the Mulon Principality. Although there are still strong resistance forces who care about the family and the country, they are no longer strong.

It is only a matter of time before the railway is completed.

In the eastern part of the Principality of Mulon, there is a wasteland full of tumbleweeds and wind-eroded rocks, gravel and weeds, the scorching sun, hundreds of sweaty shirtless workers working under the scorching sun, and patrol soldiers holding muskets.

Along the railway that has been built, there is still some dark red soil that is soaked in blood but has solidified.

Thanks to the resource transportation in the Imperial New City Industrial Zone, parts and materials from the steel smelting plant were continuously delivered to the front, and the progress was much faster than expected.

Naturally, the master, an officer of the Three Banners, could not get the sun, so he hid in the carriage to cool off. When Ama followed the emperor into the customs, he had suffered all the hardships in this life, and he was accompanied by the local beauties of Mulon. Wine pinches the legs.

"But……"

Sweat broke out on the geologist's forehead because what Crocodile Island said was too outrageous.

This general was tall and burly, wearing the black officer uniform of the Aram Army. His thick stubble was somewhat slovenly, and his short blond hair stood like steel needles.

"Cicero... you gave me one hundred and ninety gold dragons for every mile, but you have to build it so straight. This is not for me personally, but for the well-being of the people of Mulon. After passing through this wasteland, Going around another city, two tracks were built at the same time.”

Crocodile Island had a cold expression on his face, while he was drinking the local special brew, while pressing his big hands on the plump buttocks of a local beauty.

"There is a swamp over there, and the soil is silty, not suitable for..."

"You think of a way! This can't be solved. Are you here for nothing?"

"This... I would like to ask, does the one hundred and ninety gold dragons include compensation for the villages occupied along the way?"

Geologists know that in the "Continental Transportation Act", compensation for land is based on 550 silver coins per acre. If there are buildings on the land, headcount will also be calculated, and how much per household will be.

Crocodile Island sneered twice.

Of course this is the case, including labor and material costs, as well as military expenses, but... if you don't repair it longer and longer, how can you make money?

"They won't want compensation. Even if I give it to them, they won't dare to ask for it."

If necessary, those villages will be identified as resistance forces, and the Mulon rebels will be suppressed all in one fell swoop.

The geologist didn't know what to say. In fact, he felt some sympathy for the massacred local resistance forces.

Crocodile Island drank too much wine, his face was red, his ears were swollen, he smelled of alcohol, and drunkenness came to his head. He rested his head with one hand, and his eyelids were a little twitching.

The Mulon woman next to her was actually a member of the rebels. She did not hesitate to be exploited and humiliated by Crocodile Island, pretending to be a call girl, and finally got her chance.

Now apart from Crocodile Island, there was only one other call girl and a few civil servants left in the carriage. The geologist was also thinking about something and was in a trance.

She has made plans to die, at least to buy the Resistance Army a month or two. In the future, some countries that the railway passes through will also experience what Mulon is experiencing now. The leader of the Resistance Army has already gone to ask for support. Understand the truth of dying lips and cold teeth.

She was squeezing Crocodile Island's shoulders, and then took out a hairpin tip from her beautifully styled hair, holding it tightly in her hand, with bloodshot eyes showing out.

It's time to insert an awl into the throat.

Crocodile Island felt the slightly rapid breathing of the woman behind him, and his ears were amazing, and he even caught the heartbeat that suddenly accelerated a few beats.

He stood up quickly, turned his back, and put a hand on the woman's head.

Click!

The pointed awl penetrated Crocodile Island's chest, but it only penetrated less than half an inch before the hand became limp. He then stabbed weakly a few times, only piercing a little skin.

And a woman’s head.

Tian Ling Gai had been crushed, his head was sunken and twisted, blood was pouring out, and he finally fell to the ground.

Upon discovering the movement here, another call girl screamed in excitement, and several other scholars, including others, were also dumbfounded.

In fact, the geologist saw the woman's movements and secretly warned her not to do that, but it was a pity that she didn't notice.

"What a bummer."

Crocodile Island licked the blood from his hand, regardless of whether the other call girl was a Resistance soldier or not.

boom!

Fireguns rang out, smoke filled the air, and shot from the forehead into the Tianling Cap, making a bloody hole. He died suddenly on the spot, his expression still frozen in the horror from before.

"Go and call two more, and also ask those losers to continue investigating whether there are any resistance forces hiding in the surrounding villages and towns. Leave these two girls outside to warn the call girls who will come later."

Crocodile Island didn't take it to heart, and didn't wash the blood on his hands. He sat on the chair and continued to nap.

The geologist sighed.

This is just the beginning.