Lord of Industrialization

"wheel!"

"Um...car door."

"Idiot, the car door is yesterday's password!"

"What's the password today?"

"Horse whip."

"Isn't the riding crop for tomorrow?"

"Isn't it tomorrow's reins?"

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Bobo, who was ambushing in the grass, wanted to get up and beat those two people up, and then tell them that the password tonight was reins and riding crop!

Now he fully understands why the commander requires all soldiers - including city defense troops and militiamen - to learn culture. Learning and thinking are like dumbbells to muscles. The brain is not flexible, let alone making achievements, and can't even remember passwords. Come on, you deserve to be beaten to death for answering the wrong password in Wesson's army.

Password setting is very particular, and the level of the user must be taken into consideration. It must be something they are familiar with so that they can remember it, otherwise they will forget it in a blink of an eye.

The passwords given by the coalition forces take this into consideration. The passwords in recent days come from carriages, and the reins and whips are both ropes. The wheels and axles are together, not to mention the doors and windows, which are very easy to remember.

It's just that the two teams patrolling tonight are both farmers with pitchforks. Maybe it's okay to memorize the pairings, but I can't remember which day it is.

People who don't use their brains often have a big shortcoming. Once they find out that they are wrong, they immediately fall into self-denial. They are not sure whether the things they have memorized are right or not. In the end, their brains are all mush.

What made Bobo depressed was that normally the two patrol teams would continue to patrol separately after meeting, but this group of people seemed to think that the night was good tonight, and sat down on the grass about ten meters away to be lazy.

It wasn't that he was afraid of being discovered, but the distance was not too far or too close. If those guys needed to urinate or relieve themselves, they would most likely come here. It would be terrible if they came around him or even on his head.

Half an hour later, sparse explosions came from far away in the night sky, and soon became quiet again.

The lazy patrol was not nervous at all and breathed a sigh of relief.

The Weisen Army's routine night raid is over every night. As long as it's not you who gets beaten, everyone can rest assured. Then take out the dice and cards.

Not long after, several soldiers wearing decent military uniforms came down from the military camp on the top of the mountain. Bobo thought they would beat up these patrols who were gambling, but without thinking, he joined in and even took charge.

The group's attention was focused on rolling dice and comparing cards. Bobo easily sneaked past where the torches couldn't shine, not even bothering the snoring whistle.

The patrol system formulated by Archduke Franken and Archduke Regens was reasonable, but the quality of the enforcers was worrying, especially the cannon fodder in the peripheral military camps. Even a perfect system could be full of loopholes.

Now there is only thick silt on the bottom of the river. Many wells have been dug along the river. There was still clear water at first, but the precipitation on the river bed caused the water level in the wells to drop rapidly, making it difficult to draw water.

Wells are life, so the bosses naturally know that they need to send troops to protect them, but they don't know what will happen after the orders are issued.

Bobo dived to the well, took out a bottle from his pocket, filled it with capsules, and threw one capsule into each well.

The five wells here have all been thrown away. There are still several wells more than 200 meters away. There are only torches and no people there. There are still many capsules, so let's throw a few more wells.

This was what he thought, and so did others. More than an hour later, another dark shadow came to the five wells and poured medicine.

The capsule sinks to the bottom of the well and gradually dissolves. The dark brown crystals inside quickly dissolve in the water, leaving no trace.

"monkey."

"Small eyes."

The password was correct, and Bobo returned to the camp without any surprises. Hot tea was boiling on the dark-shielded smoke stove, and the soldier resting aside poured him a cup.

One of the five of them was secretly watching, and one of them climbed to the top of the tree in the dark with a communicator on his back to report the results of Bobo's actions. Bobo and the two of them sat by the stove and talked.

Bobo asked them: "What were you talking about just now? You were laughing so horribly."

A soldier pointed to a comrade named Apicius next to him and said, "He has made a new discovery."

The black-haired, brown-eyed Apicius is a native of Constantbul. His parents were chefs at the Imperial University. Ten years ago, the family followed Manuel and the others to Weissenland and resumed their old profession at Weissenburg University. .

Apicius grew up in school and had unique learning resources, but his talent was limited. He was among the best in the written examination, but no matter how hard he worked, he could only reach the level of an ordinary magician.

After graduating from Weissenburg University, he traveled to the north for two years and brought back the daughter of a small noble family in a dark land. He joined the army to support his family. Later, he was selected into the Black Cat Army because of his flexible mind and wide knowledge.

Everyone often hears him bragging about how he rescued an old knight from the paws of several white bears that stood up to two stories high in the dark land, and how the granddaughter of the old knight broke through the shackles of religion and fell in love with him at first sight, and she was attracted by him. Moved by my enthusiasm, I followed the custom and went to the beach to catch two stupid flightless birds with black backs and white bellies to propose marriage and so on.

Tonight was no exception, but he was talking about what happened during the day yesterday.

Apicius said mysteriously: "Captain, the sissy knight we saw yesterday, I guess he was a pedophile."

Bobo had never heard of the word "child molester". After asking about it, he immediately changed his position and stayed away from him.

Apicius said hurriedly: "Captain, just because I know this doesn't mean I did it!"

"You may not know that many nobles will keep good-looking children as pets when they are young. If they grow up and look good, they will keep them. When they are old enough to grow beards, if they are still good-looking, they will keep them. If they are not good-looking, they will be thrown away. Get a new one.”

"Also, some people will go around looking for good-looking children to train and train, and then sell them to big nobles who like that."

"You don't know that when we were in Constantbul, some students had children like that."

"Yesterday, the man was so frightened that his feces came out. His feces were much thicker than others. It looked like he had been using them since he was a child."

Bobo's face was very dark, and he said in a deep voice: "You are observing carefully. You will complete the observation task starting tomorrow."

Apicius's face suddenly fell, and he said hurriedly: "Captain, I am a sniper, not an observer!"

Bobo said seriously: "Who among us is not a sniper? It's just a different division of labor for the final victory. Just obey the orders."

Apicius had no choice but to say: "I hope there will be no south wind tomorrow."

Someone next to me immediately said: "Don't expect to blow the north at this time of year."

Summer is here. The wind from the south blows away the water vapor from the White Mountains and blows to this land. You have to wait until autumn to change the direction of the wind.

Apicius said depressedly: "Who came up with this method? It's too much."