From troll tribes to elf empires

Chapter 172 Smuggling Control and Armed Punishment

After receiving the signal from the pier, the medium-sized ship slowly approached under the cover of night and finally arrived at the edge of the pier.

"Why are you so careful? These barbarians didn't explicitly ban our trade?"

A strong man with two horns muttered while carrying two large wooden boxes from the bottom warehouse, and together with the rest of his companions, unloaded the goods from the ship to the dock.

"Stop talking nonsense. The original agreement was an official trade. All materials must be verified and approved by both parties before they can be transported. Vino is not in the exchange list."

On the side, the leader-like horn-hoofed species was also loading and unloading goods;

Although he said this, it could be seen from his actions that he did not leave any warning force. In fact, he seemed to be somewhat disapproving of it in his heart.

In the first half of the year, they exchanged food (fish, meat cakes) and tools through Vino, but they got a lot of benefits. The entire tribe was able to make enough progress to open up the Tianci Plateau because of the extra materials they obtained from here.

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But starting more than half a year ago, due to the sudden change in the situation in the Ya tribe, the Vino trade in many areas had to stop. It was only recently that it recovered little by little. They had to take advantage of this to quickly ship more goods to help the tribes transport goods again.

Just go back and get some supplies.

Thinking of the hero-like treatment he would receive in the newly established settlement after returning along the river with a large amount of food and tools, the caravan leader grinned involuntarily.

"That's right. Let's do it this way." Nesta thought for a while and realized that it was indeed her 'mother spirit' that was at work again, always wanting to take care of everything.

Not long after, all the horn-hoofed species were put on steel and wooden hand and foot shackles. They were connected in a line and left in embarrassment under the escort of five anti-smuggling team members.

"Let's write an overall opinion first. As for how to do it specifically, let the ruling government come up with a specific charter. Then we will just make a decision on whether it is possible or not." Couya pondered for a moment,

Then he said, "Since the power of governance has been decentralized, we no longer need to be directly involved in such detailed planning. Let the ruling government and the Baomon House check and balance each other and come up with a plan."

At this moment, a troll wearing black fiber blend clothes, a canvas hard-brimmed hat, and hard leather rubber-soled boots was revealed;

The powerful chest muscles stretched out the collar of his shirt. He was holding a long rope in his hand, and the other end of the rope was connected to a giant bald wind wolf with complex patterns painted on his body (it was shaved when carving the totem).

In this way, boxes and boxes of seized Vino were transported by galleys along the waterway to the headquarters and delivered to the relevant offices;

Several bottles of samples were sent to the top of the tree canopy through the army and into the hands of the witch doctors.

Since trolls have such a strong alcohol tolerance, if they really want to experience the effects they 'advertise', their intake must be at least ten times higher than what the hornhoofs estimate.

"Okay, the warehouse should have already taken action. Let's go take a look."

The leader of the caravan did not feel relaxed because of the disparity in numbers between the enemy and ourselves. He was well aware of the physical gap between himself and these fanged barbarians. Three to one was not a ratio that allowed him to sit back and relax.

Some trolls are stubborn, but they are willing to try it, and then they really feel the dizzy feeling of "forgetting their worries" after using it extensively;

'Although its side effects have been minimized due to the troll's physique, there is still the possibility of mental dependence.'

More than half a year ago, on the eve of the evacuation movement, the volume of Vino trade reached its peak. Almost all Ya tribe stations in the upper reaches of the Black River and the entire White River basin, and even the remaining independent tribes, began to have this kind of trade.

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Ten members of the Troll Anti-Smuggling Team, holding one with each hand and holding a horned hoof under their knees, quickly took control of the situation in the dock area.

Obviously, the leaders of the Hornhoof Tribe did not trust the food provided by the Yabu. They seemed to regard all the crown wheat as raw materials for brewing, and sent it back to the Black Forest, and quietly began to exchange for other supplies.

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"The alcoholic drink is not low in alcohol content." The familiar smell of alcohol rushed into his nose, and Nesta immediately made this judgment.

The start of its trade can be further traced back to when the Ministry of Dental Affairs included the 'high-yielding one-round sterilized crown wheat' in the 'Exchange Material List'.

"I originally wanted to use this method to gradually monopolize the supply of food and even seeds, but I didn't expect that I was slapped on the back. There are capable people in the horn-hoofed tribe."

But hearing this familiar language, the horn-hoofed leader did not feel the slightest kindness;

Instead, he struggled hard, choked with mud and water in his mouth, and shouted incoherently,

"No! You can't do this! I am a legal trader! The Department of Teeth has never issued a list of prohibited items!"

During this period, the wind wolves and giant wind wolves who were assigned to the front-line anti-smuggling force made great contributions. With their keen sense of smell, not only the warehouses in the stronghold were taken to task, but also those in more hidden locations in the forest were also attacked.

There are almost no fish left that have slipped through the net.

Suddenly, an inexplicable language came from an empty place not far away.

'But based on observations of people who drink it for a long time, we believe that it will have a negative impact on work motivation, mentality, concentration, muscle strength, etc.'

As for the opinion given by the witch doctors that "instead of considering a direct ban, it is better to obtain the manufacturing technology, control the supply of goods in the hands of the headquarters, and make warnings of negative effects when selling", they have no other opinions and think that this is the way to go.

Pretty good too.

It can be concluded from the content that these guys used this alcoholic drink to smuggle away a large amount of meat, high-strength tools, and even a small number of weapons from the tribe.

The fact was just as he thought. With one charge, ten trolls knocked over thirty caravan members who were already on guard. Of course, there were neither people nor horses here.

There are only one horned hoof species.

In addition to the wine bottle, he also had a report in his hand, which recorded rough private transaction reports and other information.

The language he spoke was obviously the language of the horn-hoofed species, because this is one of the qualifications for senior front-line commanders of the anti-smuggling department.

Not only did they become the first wave of customers themselves, but they also started to 'Amway' their friends on their own initiative, which also led to those who had never tried it, or who had tried a few bottles and found no results, so they turned to the vendors and beat them up as scammers.

The trolls also started drinking.

Nesta rubbed his chin, thinking about the relevant suggestions from the ruling government.

"The first thing that comes to mind is the use of force. Moreover, they couldn't wait to take action on the third day after issuing the note; it's such an ugly sight. Obviously, the ruling government's coveting of the land outside the gap has become an obsession.

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These trolls are obviously taking advantage of the topic...

The leader of the hornhoofed caravan can understand some troll language to some extent, and it is easy to understand the meaning of his words.

There was a strange fluctuation in the empty space, and from every corner in all directions, trolls appeared from the air and rushed towards the caravan with long strides.

The caravan leader, whose neck was pressed hard by a knee and had to lie down in the mud, with the smell of fish and shrimp filling his nose, looked up at all this with a nervous expression.

"Alert! Alert! It's the troll army!"

Licking

"Are these guys from Guanmai Brewing, who seem to be honest and honest, unexpectedly thinking that they have such an evil mind?"

After all, when it comes to war-related issues, there is no need to consider the "unwillingness" of the people. They are eager for a big conscription and a big war.

The 'opinions' arrived at the 'Meeting of Directors of the Executive Government' in a blink of an eye, and they looked at the various opinions in it. The key point was that in principle, the Rune Council did not deny the possibility of using force, but some officials wanted to submit more specific

When they finished the plan and obtained the permission of the Baominyuan, all the department heads breathed a sigh of relief.

'We have carefully evaluated the effectiveness of this drink and believe that this unknown drink called 'Vino' has certain pain resistance and mental excitement.'

'For the above reasons, the ruling government proposes to completely ban it and use force to severely punish the horn-hoofed tribe.'

In just three days, it was obviously impossible for the so-called 'note' to be truly delivered to his tribe.

"In addition, a complete ban seems unrealistic. It will only give shares to smugglers, and the same will happen with limited supply."

"Haha! It was issued three days ago, and the relevant note has been sent to your tribe. You, no, you horned-hoofed people know the law and break it."

So, the witch doctors spent another lamp and gave an "overall opinion", and then handed it over to the soldiers on duty and asked them to send it to the ruling government.

He simply turned to the last few pages of the report, ready to take a look at the ruling government's planning opinions.

This troll slowly walked out from the rear, holding the giant wind wolf in his hand, and approached step by step with a sinister smile.

The lessons learned from the prohibition of alcohol in the United States and the Soviet Union are still in Nesta's mind;

Although the size gap between the tribe and the former United States and the Soviet Union is huge, and the difficulty of management will be reduced accordingly, this risk still exists.

The goods are gradually being unloaded, and more than thirty horn-hoofed species are preparing to transfer these things from the dock to the secret warehouse here.

"attack!"

This made Nesta unable to make up his mind

"So. What do you think?"

The discussion took place during a break in research, and was supposed to be a spiritual refreshment, so at this moment there were more than twenty witch doctors sitting in the lounge.

"yes!"

He immediately raised his head alertly and looked at the source of the sound with a little nervousness.

"Hey? A half-bottle will boost your morale, but a bottle will make you forget your worries? Isn't this a friend selling Vino banned products? Why don't you drink half a bottle yourself, boost your fighting spirit, and then overthrow us?"

"Oh, take it away!" the commander ordered with a disdainful smile and waved his hand.

"You... are despicable!"

During the intensive crackdown that lasted for half a month, a large number of smuggling ships were impounded, nearly 300 hornhoofs were imprisoned, and hundreds of tons of Vino drinks they transported were also confiscated.

"I propose to stop all exchanges of materials with the horn-hoofed tribe, and block the river in the upper reaches of the Black River to eliminate the entry routes of smugglers from the source."

"In addition, it is proposed to temporarily list the militia as the main force of the warring forces to win the support of the Baomin Yuan for the armed crusade."

"The interrogation of the horn-hoofed traders must not stop, and we must find out the manufacturing technology of Vino as soon as possible."

In this way, under the deliberations of the directors, new planning plans were gradually drawn up.

(End of chapter)