Lord: I Am Raising A Girl In The World Of Pain

The two searched for a while near the cave and found the Survey Corps' carriages, five in total.

The horses pulling the cart were already dead, covered with tentacles and tumors, and would turn into corrupted horses in a short time. Field had no choice but to kill them with one last blow.

In the compartments of the first two carriages, there were many male corpses lying. When the white cloth was lifted, it was seen that their bodies were covered with tooth marks and lacerated wounds. They might be the wounded of the Survey Corps. They were all dead, and their eyes were wide open. Full of dissatisfaction.

"There are no living people." Rosalia shook her head, then swung her knife to chop off the corpse's head to prevent it from transforming into a corpse.

Field said matter-of-factly: "If you can arrange something like the Hatred Spider, you won't make a stupid mistake."

The other three vehicles are all good things. Field found armor that is better than the border fortress, ten sets of heavy chain mail. In the absence of gunpowder weapons, the defensive capabilities of chain mail are terrifying, and most weapons cannot cut them. If worn, blunt weapons will also lose most of their power.

The value of ten sets of chain mail is enough to buy a farm.

In addition, there are seventeen pieces of heavy horse armor, several sophisticated weapons, two boxes of vindictive potions, and a box of personal items stained with blood, such as jewelry, coins, suicide notes, and family flags.

"There is no doubt that they have run out of ammunition and food. Apart from hard weapons and armor, they don't even have medicine or food." Field saw the key at a glance. He only found half a piece of chewed bacon, or something. Hidden in his heart, Field shook his head and said, "Even the wounded who retreated first are in such embarrassment. I can't even imagine Miss Shirley's situation."

Eighty percent of them have been defeated, and then they will perform a defeat animation with the corrupted creatures.

"After all, there are no supply warehouses along the way, and there are no villages for them to plunder, so the knights of the empire cannot get food." Rosaria put one hand on her hips and swung the bolas like a propeller with her right hand. She said playfully, "Even if it's The chosen ones also need to eat, except of course the invincible lady."

Rosaria kills people for food.

"You will get my title and be called the No. 1 Model Worker of Ye Mu." Field was so happy that he gave her the title.

From now on, the dragon-like wolf, which can survive by eating carrion, and Rosalia, who can survive by chopping carrion, are both known as the first model workers in the Night Territory.

"No!" Rosaria protested loudly, "You will be punished by not being able to kiss my feet for thirty seconds."

Compared with crazy titles like "Stunning Dancer" or "Bloody Rose", "Night Chief Model Worker" is simply stupid.

"So, in the future, our army needs to establish a complete logistics system." Field automatically blocked Rosalia's outrageous remarks.

Different from the Eastern concept of "before troops and horses are moved, food and grass go first", the nobles of the empire did not pay enough attention to logistics, and often resorted to plundering to replenish food.

The Kingdom of Franconia, under the influence of mercantilism, began to improve its military support. But the mainstream in mainland China is still willing to take it from the enemy.

Rosaria tied up several carriages with chains and dragged them all back to her territory. Then she wrapped her jewelry and hid it in a place only she knew.

"She must be a hoarder, she likes to hide things so much." Field complained and returned to the big winery first.

Field had just commanded the slaves and put the loot into storage, and Field hadn't even sat on the hot chair yet.

"Sir, Tate wants to see you." Cun Guan was cleaning the entire winery with a rag in his hand.

"Let him in."

As soon as Tate came in, he started talking about work without saying a word: "Sir, I found that the slave group already has a serious problem of fighting within the group."

Slaves are already at the bottom, how can they still fight within a group?

Field sat up straight, raised his head and signaled: "Continue talking."

"It's like this. Strong slaves will rely on their physical strength and combat power to privately divide the territory and population, form gangs, and fight among themselves, such as secretly pulling out the crops grown by their opponents."

Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, even slaves are no exception.

"There will also be superiors and subordinates within the gang. Strong slaves not only do less work, but also leave work to the weak and rely on force to steal food and money from the weak."

"Huh~" Field exhaled in a foul tone, "So a large amount of materials will gather to people who don't work. The more people work, the less they will get. My food is constantly fattening and laziness. Guys who work hard can only struggle in hunger.”

"Yes, your analysis is very accurate." Tate was filled with indignation. He hated moths the most. "We need to find those guys and hang them."

Ah, you seem to be a bit extreme.

After the war, the Night Territory had a total population of 427 and could not afford to be injured.

Killing cannot completely solve the problem, and it will also reduce the population and happiness of the territory. No one wants to live in a territory where they can be hanged at any time.

"If you hang one group, there will be another group. It is the instinct of living things to gather resources. You cannot blame individuals for being tough. Don't expect everyone to be a saint, Tate. Otherwise, why should we manage it?"

Field was very rational. He clicked his fingers lightly on the table and said, "Tate, I selected thirty people yesterday for training as new recruits. You ask them to help suppress and punish gang members and temporarily serve as security forces."

Turning to look at Kaa who was joining in the fun, Field said: "Also, Kaa, you can set aside an hour every night to teach soldiers and security forces. You only need to teach a few of the most commonly used words and numbers."

"Ah? Why do we need to teach them to write? Once they go to the battlefield, they will die at any time." Kaa looked reluctant, "And they are all stupid, so it is impossible to learn it."

"Just do as I say." Field waved his hand.

Kaa looked reluctant: "Ah? I..."

"I heard that some people were spreading rumors that I was spying on female slaves going to the toilet."

Field took a sip of tea slowly.

"Oh! Who knows which damn bastard actually said such outrageous things, the goddess will definitely make his mouth rot!" Kaa was so frightened that he was sweating all over, and his legs were shaking like noodles, "I will definitely Those who know how to teach soldiers how to write must be sure that what you have given me is not trouble, but honor, and I will cherish it."

"Very good, go ahead." Field put down the tea cup.

Kaa rolled and crawled away.

Tate looked puzzled, stood up and said, "Sir, I'm going to work too."

"Don't worry, I plan to plan a new way of working. I will subdivide the work to individuals. For example, if a slave has cultivated an acre of land, he will be given five copper coins. After he has dealt with the corruption of a piece of land, he will be rewarded with three copper coins. Copper coins, instead of working together and getting paid together in the messy way before.”