Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Darkus looked at the scene under his feet and took a deep breath. A vast white cotton field spread out in front of him, as if there was no end. The cotton was dazzlingly white, shining in the sunlight, like a huge field. The white ocean contrasts with the blue sky.

Now is the harvest period of cotton. Thousands of labor dispatches are bent over and working hard in the fields. Under the supervision of supervisors, their fingers quickly shuttle through the cotton bushes, constantly picking the soft and white cotton and loading it into bags. In the basket behind.

The sun was scorching them, and sweat fell from their foreheads. The prosperity and harvest of cotton had nothing to do with them and could not bring them any profit, but no one stopped because the overseer's whip and some examples hanging on the poles were urging them. Move faster.

"What did you see?" Darkus pointed to the sea of ​​cotton in the distance and said calmly.

"Cotton?" Carillian looked at the labor dispatches and replied with a frown. The reason why she frowned was not because of the way Druch treated humans, but because she really didn't understand what Darkus was asking.

"wealth?"

"wealth!"

"right?"

Tanaka's labor dispatchers are still busy, and the scenes of hard work are in sharp contrast to their conversations.

Darkus glanced at the vast cotton field in front of him and did not respond to the words of the elves and red dragons. His eyes crossed the cotton fields, as if he saw the farther past and future. At this moment, he felt that he was really chosen by Tzeentch. He opened the magic box with his own hands and released a terrifying monster.

He knew clearly that cotton was the foundation and anchor of the colonial empire. As the book Cotton Empire tells it, cotton was the catalyst for expansion and the foundation of the colonial economic system. The white fiber crosses the ocean, maintains the operation of the empire, promotes the industrialization process of the world, and promotes global war capitalism. The empire and capitalism rely on this kind of cheap labor, vast land, and endless Built by expansion and conquest.

He looked back at the elves who were still discussing. He seemed to have an illusion that some of the elves would part ways with him in the future because of cotton and take the opposite path. This kind of thing has a high probability of happening, but...it doesn't seem to be inevitable?

He had thought about this problem before, and then he gave Ashriel's cotton to Malekith, who was full of question marks and said it was unnecessary. Just like the canneries in the northern part of the Chapeuto province were invested by Hirsis and others, the cotton fields in the Asriel province were the property of Malekis. His purpose of doing this was to prevent each family from tasting the The sweetness brought by the cotton industry... is not a sweetness, but a huge benefit!

To put it bluntly, he got along with the powerful Druchi people, including his own family.

In the future, various families may discover the huge benefits brought by cotton, but they can't do anything. Grow it yourself? Labor dispatch is no problem, but what about the land? In which kind? Nagaros? In the forest of Ersin Alvin? Could it be Ulthuan? Cotton can currently only be grown on a large scale in Ashriel. Against Malekith? After the Great Purge, the army was in the hands of Malekith. How could he object?

Just as Malekith knew his appeal, he knew Malekith's appeal.

Malekith cares about wealth, but not as exaggeratedly as other families, because the core of Malekith's appeal is not this. Wealth is just a link and a tool.

For a long period of time, cotton will become the industry of the Witch King and the Phoenix King, and not only cotton, but the entire system starting from cotton, including planting, packaging, transportation, processing, and sales, all belong to the Witch King.

There are many benefits to doing this. The cotton industry is in the hands of the Witch King, not in the hands of a certain family or a group of families. No one can say anything, and there won't be the typical "I don't have it, why do you have it" thing. In the hands of the Witch King, no one can say anything and can only stare.

Laws, religions, and mechanical tools will be further followed in the future. Laws protect the rights and interests of elven farmers. Religion strengthens the orthodoxy, sanctity, and dominance of the Phoenix King. Mechanical tools such as cotton harvesters will replace the huge cheap labor force.

Create a cotton industry without the participation of labor dispatch. After completing the transformation, we will release this piece of cake and shift our focus to make a fuss about large brands and retailers. In his opinion, this is the advantage of the elves. The elves' characteristics, army and unique navy are there.

There are many benefits to doing this, such as order and other things...

Follow up...

It was so far away that Darkus couldn't even be seen.

He did not publish any long speeches, far-sighted insights, or any enlightening words. After patting the big guy, he walked straight down the high place under the gaze of everyone.

There are many types of cotton in this world. Ashril grows island cotton, which is unique to the Lustria continent. The fibers are long and thin, much longer than ordinary cotton, which makes its fabric softer, smoother and has good properties. strength and durability. It is one of the most precious cotton varieties in the world and is the king of cotton.

Of course, all this is what he thinks. After all, the world has not yet carried out large-scale cotton cultivation and cultivation.

At present, sea-island cotton is picked manually, and there are no agricultural machinery and equipment. This is exactly in line with the characteristics of sea-island cotton. Manual picking can better protect the integrity of cotton fibers and avoid damage to cotton fibers caused by mechanical picking.

A part of the old and weak female laborers were gathered together to clean the cotton after picking, and use the cotton gin to remove impurities and cotton seeds from the cotton. In order to retain the high quality of the fiber and avoid fiber breakage, they shook the cotton gin very slowly, just like they were dawdling.

Before the cotton fiber is separated from the cotton seeds, it is seed cotton. The seed cotton is ginned, and the cotton fiber separated from the cotton seeds is lint cotton. Then there is nothing else. After a little compression, it is directly loaded onto the truck, and the subsequent processing is not carried out here.

Overall, he is both satisfied and dissatisfied. He is satisfied because the system of cotton planting, picking and primary processing is in place.

He is dissatisfied because the sea island cotton is not strong enough. The sea island cotton fiber is very slender and soft, which makes the fabric feel extremely comfortable and very suitable for making high-end underwear, sheets and other products. Due to its long fiber length and high strength, the wear resistance of sea island cotton is better than other types of cotton, and the product life is longer. The fiber of sea island cotton has a natural luster, and its fabric looks more advanced and textured. It has good moisture absorption, can effectively absorb sweat and keep the wearer comfortable. At the same time, it has good breathability and is suitable for making summer clothing.

However, the yield of sea island cotton is relatively low, the growth cycle is long, and the soil, climate and other growth conditions are strict.

What he wants now is quantity. In the extremely harsh environment of Nagaros, quantity is far more important than quality. What he wants is to use more production in a short time to ensure that the entire Nagaros has sufficient cotton products, not comfort. He wants to ensure that every Duruchi in Nagaros, regardless of gender, age, or status, has cotton shoes and cotton jackets to wear and will not be frozen to death.

As for the rich and powerful, they are not within his consideration. Isn't there silk, wool and various exotic skins?

He can only hope that Master Wu will improve the cotton seeds after Master Wu finishes studying the project in his hand. For Master Wu, this is a handy thing. If he sends a fleet out to find it, it will take a long time.

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Soon, Dacus came to Asheril, which has a two-layer administrative system, that is, Asheril City, Asheril Province, Asheril Region, Elf Empire... It is particularly troublesome to write, and it is similar to the one-layered Chapeiuto City next door.

In his plan, the future Asheril City will be the administrative center of Asheril Region, not Chapeiuto, which is just a makeshift one now.

Like La Plata, Asheril is also cut by a river, but the difference is that La Plata is vertical and Asheril is horizontal.

The current Asheril has changed a lot compared to the last time he was there. A small number of lizardmen are busy in the north, piling up stones transported from the Sotego Ridge by the river. These stones are prepared for the future construction of pyramids. The tranquility of the river contrasts sharply with the bustling construction site. The stones glow faintly in the sun, as if witnessing the birth of a future miracle, as if...

To the south are the factory and settlement of Duruchi. The factory, which needs the power provided by the water flow, is lined up by the river, and the settlement is to the south of the factory.

Of course, there is also a unique landmark, the wooden house he built when he first came here. Now that piece of land is fenced off. Will it become a tourist attraction or exhibition hall like a former residence for future generations to admire and visit?

He is looking forward to what it will look like a hundred years later. Maybe he will follow the tourists and listen to the tour guide explain the importance of this place in the history of the elves? Maybe he will tell the tour guide and management that a certain item is not placed like this? But it shouldn't happen that the tour guide asks him: How do you know, and the subsequent slapping in the face plot, the life span of the elves is there, he just lives a long life, he has not been reborn, and he has not frozen like an old popsicle. There is no reason for the tour guide not to recognize him.

He stayed with Walter and Flanes by the wooden house for a while, talking. In the parade, only Walter and Flanes were senior members, following him when he first visited the continent of Lustria, and of course, there was the big guy.

The others... didn't have any feelings of age, as if the other senior members were already dead, but just happened to not be in the parade at the moment. They talked more about the past, the distortion when eating insects, the embarrassment when the typhoon passed, and laughed at how ugly Walter carved the emblem of the Thorn Family.

The moment Dacus saw Whitney, he gave Whitney a warm hug without hesitation. His strength and intimacy made Whitney feel unaccustomed, and she seemed a little at a loss, even a little nervous, not knowing how to respond.

"You have to remember that although we are not related by blood, we are family, family! Do you understand this concept?" He said in a serious and sincere tone after letting go of her hand. He is a supporter of Anasara. He supports the promotion system. No matter whether they are blood relatives or not, as long as they are members of the family, they are his family. This is his anchor point, and it was he who proposed Whitney's promotion.

Whitney nodded subconsciously, but her eyes revealed a hint of confusion.

"You don't understand!" Dacus saw this, shook his head, and said in a deep voice.

Whitney was stunned for a moment, thinking about Dacus's words. Then, she slowly nodded again, with a hint of understanding in her eyes. She carefully stretched out her hands and hugged Dacus's back again. This time the hug was no longer a passive response, but from the heart, with a new sense of intimacy.

When the two of them ended their hug, Maranul also came over, as if continuing this emotion, smiling and stretching out his hands to Whitney.

Whitney hesitated for a moment, but then she also gave Maranul a firm and warm hug. The whole scene was filled with a kind of family warmth and affection, and the elves and red dragons were dazed.

"I brought you a gift. Guess what it is?" Dacus said in a slightly showy tone, with a hint of mystery in his eyes.

"Some strange equipment?" Whitney thought about it for a while. She was very smart, otherwise she wouldn't have come this far. She didn't think Dacus would bring her any gold, silver or jewelry. She needed these things, but not so much. And if it was gold, silver or jewelry, Dacus wouldn't express it in this tone and expression. Combined with some news she heard before, she thought it might be something else, she tentatively guessed.

"Hahahaha, yes, a steam engine!" Dacus laughed and patted Whitney on the shoulder.

"Steam engine? A machine driven by steam? No, it's the energy that makes the machine produce steam, and converts the energy of steam into a reciprocating power machine." Whitney was surprised when he heard this answer.

"Yes, let's take a look first."

After removing the seeds, the cotton fiber is not completely clean, and still contains some fine impurities such as leaves, dust or small particles. Subsequent processing is required to remove the remaining impurities through shaking and screening to make the cotton fiber cleaner and more uniform.

After that, the cotton fiber needs to be combed into smooth strips to make the fibers flatter and neatly arranged. Short fibers and small impurities can also be further removed to ensure the uniformity of the cotton strips.

Dacus stood aside, frowning slightly, and the scene in front of him made him a little overwhelmed. He couldn't even describe the feeling. It was strange. It was not a punch on the cotton, but a perfect ingredient was finally served on the table by someone who couldn't even cook.

The cotton fibers were completely compacted and packed under the heavy pressure of the steam hammer. The whole process was full of power and momentum. When he saw the huge steam hammer fall heavily and hit the cotton, he was completely shut down. This scene completely subverted his imagination. The delicate craftsmanship he originally thought of has now become such a rough mechanical force.

"The limit of human power." As if knowing what Dacus was going to ask, Whitney spoke first.

Dacus nodded and said nothing. Whitney was a technician and now a manager. His positioning was the same as that of Coptiti. Since Whitney said so, what could he say. Unless the ankylosaurs in the north are transferred over and let the ankylosaurs pull the chains, exceeding the limit of human power, and pressing hard without smashing, the cotton will be pressed into bales, but those ankylosaurs will have to return to the ridge to transport stones.

"An industrial-related department has been established, and Colonia is the leader. What are your plans for the future?" He did not want to argue about technology, so he shifted the topic to management.

"Me? I can do anything. I'll follow your...your arrangement." Whitney hesitated for a moment, then made a decision.

"You will be the deputy, and continue to stay here as the Night Overlord of Asherel," Dacus first made a meaningless joke, and then said seriously, "You must remember that this place is very important, more important than you think. You will write a heavy chapter in history. In the future, your name will be indispensable in many industries, and it is a must-take part in the exam. Sorry, the current official system is a bit confusing. Your appointment letter will not come until I return to Nagaros."

The Night Overlord is supposed to manage the city, and Watt is over-standard. To be honest, Whitney is currently the Night Overlord of Asherel, managing everything in Asherel.

Whitney, who was a little excited, didn't say much, but just stood there quietly, bowed and nodded, waiting for Dacus's further instructions.

"Don't be like this, we are family, do you have someone you like?"

"At present... no." Whitney was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that Dacus would chat so much. A trace of embarrassment appeared on her face, and her eyes were a little evasive, but she quickly regained her composure.

"If you have, write to me." Dacus said first, then stretched out his right hand, put his index finger on the nose, and put the other four fingers to cover his mouth and whispered to Whitney's ear, "Love boldly, I'm here, of course, the premise is that you know..."

"Don't make a baby!" He added another sentence for fear that Whitney didn't understand it well. But he didn't go down the stairs, let alone slap himself.

This is how martial arts is, marrying each other, outsiders can't stand us, and we can't stand outsiders either.

Unlike Edmund, who was also promoted, Edmund is a man, has the right to choose, and can find from commoners to small nobles, and there are plenty of options.

Whitney is a woman, which is troublesome, and at that time... In fact, Whitney didn't need to be promoted, she just needed to marry into the family, which was the normal operation. But marrying into the family and promotion are two completely different things. Because of the need to set an example and promote, it was not done this way.

Unlike marriages in Europe and ancient times, most women in the family have made achievements in magic and other aspects. They are either powerful warlocks, officers in the army, or captains. They are precious combat forces and cannot be leaked out. The old grandmother Anna Sara was very decisive in dealing with this matter. She cut it off directly without any details. There was no such thing as "she is a warlock, I am not, she can't, why can't I?"

This has its pros and cons. At least the women in the family don't have to marry for the sake of the family's interests, for... According to tradition, the man has to marry into the family and take the surname of Hell's Disaster, but the range of choices is relatively small.

His cousin and Tolandir's matter is a thunderbolt, and it is a big thunderbolt. He has to carry the flag and rush to the front. Only he has this weight. In this regard, he is not afraid of being bitten by lice. Adding Whitney is not too much, as long as he doesn't give the whole illegitimate child. Even if Whitney likes Walter, he can do this.

Thinking of this, he suddenly looked at Walter. When his eyes met with Walter's briefly, Walter immediately turned his head away uncomfortably to avoid looking at him.

"Oh~" Combined with Dacus's previous words, Cowell, who noticed Walter's actions, made a strange cry.

And Maranul, who was standing aside, also whistled and looked at Walter with a smile that could not be concealed.

The scene suddenly became awkward, and Whitney and Walter's faces almost blushed at the same time during the teasing. Whitney seemed a little at a loss, secretly glanced at Dacus, not knowing how to respond to this sudden joke.

"It seems that you don't need to write to me?" Dacus also joined the teasing team, which was equivalent to approving this marriage. He had no reason to object. In his opinion, Walter and Whitney were also good together, from all angles.

After playing around for a while, the team continued to stroll around the factory.

Laymen look at strategy, troops, and weapons, while experts look at logistics.

The actual combat of the army is actually a reflection of the material foundation. The level of logistics can reflect the combat effectiveness of the troops to a certain extent.

Fighting a war is not about strategizing, nor is it about observing the sky at night and calculating with fingers, otherwise Chang'an would have been taken before the seven-star lamp was placed. A truly strong army relies on basic tactical capabilities to defeat the enemy, not on highly ornamental, but gambling-style calculations, nor on so-called famous generals and geniuses. There are too many historical and examples. There is no such thing as a hundred wisdoms, only steady and steady advancement of the front line.

In Dacus's opinion, with a good army, ordinary generals can also win battles. As for tying a dog, it is too outrageous, because a real general is more like a manager, and there are still certain professional requirements. And an outstanding general, without a good system, will lose anyway, just like a general manager with great construction experience leading a group of students to do large-scale construction.

Generals are more of a manifestation of the system. The core of the military lies in the construction of the army. Relying on the strength of the system, crush the opponent. Without Gu Bushuai's armored force construction and innovation in the use of armored forces, without Mayer's tactical air force, Sedan Fortress across the Meuse River is like a natural moat, without the roar of the Stuka, when the heavy artillery in the rear is transferred, the reinforcements of the French chicken are also in place, and the dream of a war is back. What can I swing the sickle with?

A good army is like the principle of a wooden barrel. The tactical system, organizational system, weapon equipment rate, balance of arms, synthesis level, organization and logistics are all pieces of the plank, and none of them can be missing.

As for magic, he didn't consider it. It was just king against king, soldier against soldier, and general against general.

In the stereotype, Louis Nicolas Davout was a brave general who had various wonderful performances in his military career. But he also made achievements in other aspects, such as logistics and strategy.

A lot of things happened after Napoleon's restoration in 1815. The cost of producing new military uniforms in logistics was about 30 million francs, and uniforms had to be provided for the newly formed army. These two expenses added up to about 50 million francs. The reason for so much was that the number of troops originally mobilized was as many as 250,000. Yes, during the Waterloo period, France had 250,000 troops on paper.

In order to meet the demand for military uniforms, Davout deployed, but the manufacturers demanded that they be paid in cash from now on. There are many reasons why the manufacturers did this, politics is one of them, and more are economic reasons. The bills for the two years before stepping down have not been settled, and not only that, the bills during the restoration of the Bourbon dynasty have not been settled.

Napoleon was prepared to provide 13 million francs for the production of uniforms, shoes and harnesses, but it was just a thought. The financial and national credit systems at that time had collapsed long ago, and only 2 million francs were allocated in the end.

Davout used part of the francs as a deposit and asked manufacturers to make military uniforms first. The rest...

At that time, he pointed out: People are worried that there is not enough blue cloth to provide uniforms for the army, but before producing enough blue cloth, we should first consider whether we can give soldiers a good coat. In the last battle, most of the coalition forces wore such a coat.

This is just military uniforms. Horses, harnesses, equipment, food and wages are huge financial holes.

At that time, military shoes were extremely scarce. According to Davout's judgment, soldiers needed four pairs of shoes in a battle, and there must be a reserve of 100,000 to 150,000 pairs, which required 750,000 francs. But due to financial problems, manufacturers once again refused to produce under debt. Fortunately, he was a logistics manager in the previous two years and had a huge reputation. At the government meeting on April 18, most manufacturers agreed to cooperate, but they had to pay as soon as possible.

In addition to uniforms and shoes, there was also a shortage of military caps. Some soldiers who were supposed to wear bearskin caps could only wear bicorne caps to fight. This was still for clothing, and weapons were even more scarce. Fortunately, he was Davout, like a paperhanger, and he managed to solve the problem. However, his plan was to start fighting in July, not June.

"Your Majesty, if you win the battle on the front, then Paris will naturally be yours; if you lose the battle on the front, then no matter who stays, Paris will be difficult to defend, and I am insignificant." Before Napoleon set off, the loyal Davout said this.

Perhaps Davout could have fought some battles more beautifully, and Waterloo could have been won, and Brussels would have opened its doors, and the initial strategic goals might have been achieved. At this point, he showed political and strategic vision, everything depended on the front, and Paris was not important.

But Napoleon did not. When his army went to the battlefield, due to financial and preparation issues, it was not as gorgeous as in a famous movie, but more like... not more like, it was an army put together temporarily.

Then came Waterloo. After returning to Paris, the dusty Napoleon was ready to fight to the end, but this situation did not occur. In the end, he announced his abdication for the second time, and once again and forever lost Paris.

Davout played a key role in this. He refused to continue mobilizing and ordering Paris to be fortified, and personally persuaded Napoleon to abdicate. He did not do it for his wife and children, as Napoleon lamented. The reason why he did this was more of a sense of powerlessness in the face of the general trend. At that time, France had no money, no soldiers, and no food, and could no longer fight. Although there were 25 armies, it was only on paper, and the combined army of the coalition forces was nearly 900,000.

On the other hand, the situation on the Duruchi side was not much better.

The environment of Nagaros was so harsh that it was suffocating. The land was shrouded in cold wind and ice and snow all year round, which was not suitable for the growth of any crops. The vast ice fields and towering mountains seemed majestic, but they were of no benefit to survival. Every winter, the cold wind mixed with biting snow and frost made it impossible for people to stand still. The whole earth was like an icy tomb, and even breathing was painful.

The sky was always lead gray, lacking warm sunshine and materials for survival. The land was fertile, but it could not be planted. The most basic necessities of survival depend on the supply of Clarkalond in the southernmost part. Although Malekith is the Witch King, he cannot reverse the fate of this dead land.

The Duruchi soldiers have strong armor and superb combat skills, but they are few in number and their stomachs are empty. In order to maintain the combat capability of the army, it is necessary to plunder supplies from other places. Every time the Black Ark returns, Naggaroth can take a breath for a while, but this is only temporary. Hunger and barrenness will always be an indelible shadow on this land.

Naggaroth does not have enough resources to launch a long-lasting war that starts on an annual basis, and cannot support large-scale military operations. Every war is a huge consumption. The dread lords, soldiers and behemoths cannot continue to fight in the long-term famine and resource depletion. Asur is not stupid. He fortifies the land and strangles the sea with surprise attacks.

Even if Malekith has more ambitions and hatred, he cannot push this war machine forward. He can only sit on the throne in a daze, his heart full of helplessness and anger.

And the beginning of the Age of Torment is a reflection of all this.

According to the history of a certain plane, his next attack will be in the year 2300 of the Imperial Calendar, which is 800 years after the last attack...

Now, with a bang in the sky, Dacuus made a brilliant appearance.

He didn't understand the tactical system, nor did he understand the organization system, the balance of arms, the level of synthesis, etc. According to the Crusader King, most of his attributes were in diplomacy, management, and knowledge. He only had a little military experience, and only knew how to lead small-scale troops in battle. He was confused when fighting large troops, but fortunately he could mobilize. Strategy... that's it.

As for personality and traits...

The soldier's stomach determines the distance the army can march.

What he wants is to sort out the logistics, so that the soldiers have food, clothes, and useful things after training in Naggaroth and setting foot on Ulthuan, so that they don't have to worry about being hungry, eating the last meal and not having the next meal, and have to find food for themselves.

Of course, the place he is inspecting now does not produce food, but produces things for use.

The factory area is very large, and many of the factory buildings are now empty, with only weeds, but that doesn't prevent them from becoming factories in the future. Some of the factory buildings are in operation. The first factory he went to was the one that was used to pack cotton. Later, the cotton would be transported to Chapeyuto and shipped to Nagaros.

The next factory building was the focus, one of his main concerns, shoes. (End of this chapter)