Clash of Lords: Civilization Game Comes to Reality

The prisoner camp, built temporarily with simple wooden frames and thick canvas, spreads on the gray soil.

Rune lamps are inserted in front of each tent, providing a certain degree of light for the hastily built prisoner camp like street lamps.

The coalition soldiers holding lever rifles patrol every tent in the prisoner camp, and the mechanical spiders equipped with spotlights land along the wide roads between the tents for routine night patrols.

The coalition rarely accepts prisoners, and the lords' battles will not produce prisoners. This is almost their first contact with prisoners.

In a short joint meeting, the coalition lords temporarily reached a consensus-this is a good opportunity to cultivate soldiers' discipline and military traditions.

Excellent military traditions can obviously improve the combat effectiveness of the army.

A set of effective post-war traditions can restore the trauma of soldiers in war and reduce the mental loss caused by high-intensity combat.

Let them realize that they are "people", not something else.

If the lord lets his soldiers die like this, the army will have to bear the experience penalty brought by death.

Up to -1000% troop experience growth.

Of course, a more traditional rotation system and the establishment of a special sanatorium can also be used to restore the soldiers' status... but this plan requires a little financial expenditure from the territory.

The Supreme Command said that a special sanatorium area can be built to improve the combat capabilities of the soldiers, and the headquarters will bear this part of the cost.

To ensure that each lord's troops can show their due strength in the battle.

Such as rights and obligations.

Moreover, the cost of building a special facility is much more cost-effective than giving money to each lord - based on Ji Lin's experience, if the money is directly given to this group of lords, they will most likely swallow up a large part of the compensation.

It is better to give them the corresponding rights and complete the recuperation and recovery of the soldiers.

As for how to build this facility, the most suitable building can be obtained from the hundreds of lords under the headquarters through bidding, and then the dean will organize and draw up a blueprint for the city.

In more modern terms, it is called a sanatorium city.

He also considered the plan of the Garden World, but the Garden World was too focused on investing in a certain lord. A fairer plan would benefit everyone.

No matter how good it was, this plan still remained on paper - temporarily on paper.

The patrolling coalition soldiers did not know this. They only wanted to finish their noon patrol as soon as possible and then return to their tents to have a good rest.

On the ground directly below the sky island that was always shrouded in shadows, it was very easy to make people sleepy if they were active outside for a long time.

In the tent.

For the conscripted redemption army, the prisoner-of-war camp was simply heaven - safe air, enough food to fill their stomachs, and no sudden arrival of the Crusaders centurions throwing swords in front of them and asking them to go to the front line.

In this short period of time, no one would send them to the battlefield.

For the Vatican soldiers who had waited for death in trenches mixed with sewage, such an environment was by no means bad... At least here they could breathe the fresh air in nature without worry.

Let your extremely tense nerves relax.

The bells and gongs rang, and it was time for dinner.

Luke held the bowl and waited in the long queue at ease.

He used to be a thief... His profession was a thief, of course, he could also be called a stalker.

He used to be a member of the 97th Penitentiary Squad of the Holy See. Now that team has been disbanded and reorganized twice, and the number of people in the Penitentiary Squad has reached three digits.

He is now one of the prisoners of war in the prisoner camp.

The unlucky guy on the front line always cannot escape every battle, but he survived by relying on his excellent concealment ability as a stalker. Between being eaten as a cookie by the Flesh Turbine and surrendering as a prisoner, he very resolutely chose the latter.

There was another commotion in front, and Luke knew without thinking that someone couldn't help but want to cut in line again.

Such things happen from time to time. After all, not everyone can stand the long queue. When patience is exhausted, someone will want to have a crooked mind.

The people who were cut in line swallowed their anger for a while, and the soldiers in dark gray uniforms didn't want to care, but once a conflict broke out...

The coalition soldiers responsible for maintaining order had to care.

"I'm a priest, you can't do this to me, the Church will change us back..."

The prisoner who was dragged out of the line howled, and the coalition soldier smashed the prisoner who cut in line with a rifle butt, and the whole person instantly became obedient.

The butt of the rifle was very intimidating.

A burst of laughter came from the queue immediately, and the coalition officer stared back.

"I don't care what kind of priest you are, be honest."

The coalition soldier drove him out of the queue and asked another soldier to take him to the back.

"Get to the back of the line, damn it, I told you so many times not to cut in line, it's not like you'll lose your food...I have to come out to maintain order for you at noon..."

The elite troops of the Church were not imprisoned with these low-level soldiers, and the high lethality of the divine assault troops made them happy to get a reinforced concrete prison.

As for the priest class, those who did not reach the level of mid-level spellcasters were all sent to a prisoner-of-war camp with others, and those who were mid-level were taken to jail with the Templar Knights and Hound Sisters.

The coalition forces would not build a separate camp for the priests, not to mention that a low-ranking priest was not as dangerous as a centurion.

After eliminating the unstable factors, the team continued to move forward. Luke finally received his lunch after 20 minutes.

A bowl of vegetable porridge made of wild vegetables and rice. The insulation rune kept the porridge hot. The prisoners in line soon made a sound in their stomachs.

Each person had a large spoonful of vegetable porridge, and a small spoonful of pickles.

This was a meal for these prisoners, and they could eat two meals a day.

There was a very small amount of meat in it. Luke had seen those officers open dark green cans when cooking a large pot of porridge, pour the contents into the pot, and stir the pot.

They were all large pieces of meat.

But when it was out of the pot, the meat pieces melted in the pot, and each person could only drink a little bit of shredded meat.

He actually didn't expect to be exchanged back, and the Church would not exchange them back. The Redemption Army had no qualifications to be exchanged back.

Here, they did not need to be responsible to the Church, but to the army that managed the camp.

Luke glanced at the centurion sitting next to him, whose face was filled with numbness brought on by the war, and then he raised his bowl of soup and drank it all.

The slightly salty vegetable porridge was not delicious, but compared to chewing mushrooms in the trenches and eating dry steamed buns that could be used as hammers, it was definitely a delicacy.

Life here was not bad for him.