Chapter 343 342 Wealth, Prestige and Power! Do you want it?
Chapter 343 342. Wealth, prestige and power! Do you want it? I put them in Fight Club, go get them!
"Master Maxim is so defensive! He's so unreasonable, but I like him so much!"
At this time, the girls hiding in the garden of Maxim's temporary office saw with their own eyes the entire conversation between Maxim and the Yankee officer.
After seeing the latter staggering away with his face turning pale from fright, Xiao Weiming was the first to jump out, waving his fist and saying:
"I declare that I am now a glorious Transian barbarian!"
"You? You are at best a shrunken adolescent monkey version of a barbarian."
Lumina also stood up from the garden, and easily suppressed the incompetent and furious dwarf gunman with her left hand. She looked at the criminals who were tied to the gallows and dancing in the wind with some trepidation, and whispered:
"This Maxim is so ruthless! Except for the few guys who were 'chopped' by Ashina's bullets, when we brought the remaining scum who had surrendered and begged for mercy, they were still breathing.
I thought they would be severely punished, but it turned out that I thought too much and they were all hanged by vampires.
There wasn’t even a proper trial.”
"Are you too stupid to live in a civilized world? You don't even know what the environment is like here. What kind of trial is needed?"
Sister Pomegranate next to her curled her lips and said:
"These thugs broke into our camp with knives and injured people. Who dares to do such a thing in Scarlet Castle? This is Maxim here. If it is Mr. Murphy, I guess these bastards can't even do it."
Don't even think about leaving any corpses, and his astral summons can also have a full meal tonight.
Although the Administrative Office has never come up with a law, it is obvious that both Lord Murphy and Archon Miriam are the kind of ruthless characters who will do whatever it takes to maintain order.
And let me tell you the truth, as far as the "harsh work" done by the Yankees this time is concerned, if we don't come up with some tough measures, the more than 2,000 criminals alone can bring down the newly stabilized Transia.
Stir it up."
"Yeah, referring to Big Brother's practice of organizing the residents of the Gulag Hotel into punishment camps during World War II, I think Maxim's handling was not only ok but also full of general style.
Maybe this is what Mr. Murphy ordered?”
Mrs. Shui stood beside the three of them holding her scythe, and she whispered:
"I still feel guilty because I caused all this. I didn't expect that all of this was also calculated by the NPCs. I guess even if there were no 'random events' today, Maxim would definitely
Finding an excuse to cause serious trouble for these Yankee criminals is probably equivalent to a 'killing stick'?"
"You're still talking about it."
Sister Pomegranate put her hand on Mrs. Shui's shoulder in dissatisfaction, and she said in a serious tone:
"As the weakest link in our small team, can you find someone to accompany you every time you go out? Also, when will your Black Iron Trial be held?"
"We're getting ready, don't rush us."
Mrs. Shui put on a pitiful face and said:
"But I'm really not good at fighting. Challenging elites sounds really scary."
"Yes, for an Avalon priest who can use his seductive eyes to seduce humans and control four burly men in the blink of an eye, this challenge is really 'scary' enough."
Sister Pomegranate said in a long voice:
"No more delay!
When you go back this time, hurry up and pass the trial. I see that your physique attracts bees and butterflies. This kind of thing will happen more often in the game in the future. But don’t let the boat capsize in the gutter one day. I don’t want to see a violent one.
The maniac who loves his wife came with hundreds of bodyguards to block my door."
"Women's mouth."
Mrs. Shui shrugged and no longer resisted this matter.
The four of them left Maxim's temporary office in the dark, and soon escorted the carriage and the Transian exiles summoned by the Battaxin Chamber of Commerce to leave the city of Battaxin and move towards the Scarlet Castle.
This is the first time to explore the road. If everything goes well, Ms. Palian will soon mobilize the power of the Chamber of Commerce to start recruiting exiles back home in the Kafhoka area.
For the Silver Moon Pride Group, their connection with this matter has ended here, but the ripples caused by the Water Lady have only just begun. At least from the perspective of Maxim, who was appointed by Murphy to take over the captives.
Come on, this matter is far from over yet.
He returned to his office, and when he opened the door, he saw Mr. Murphy and Mr. Kudel, who had come all the way from Xi Ke, sitting on the chairs in the office, waiting for him.
The loyal men immediately straightened their bodies and said hello to His Excellency the Governor.
Murphy waved his hand. He glanced down from the window at the corpses of the thugs hanging on the gallows in the backyard, then looked at Maxim and said:
"I hurried and slowed down, but I still didn't catch the first wave of the conflict. But since you have made a decision, I guess you must have a full set of solutions. Let's talk about it."
"Yes, Master."
Maxim returned to the desk, took a look at the plan he had prepared in his hand, sorted out his words, and said to Murphy:
"Although the Yankees mixed criminals among the prisoners and handed them over to us, I realized that my understanding of the moral bottom line of the officials under Wolf Girl was still too high, but this does not affect me from continuing my ideas.
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I plan to separate this group of prisoners first.
Armed blood servants are a labor force that we can use with confidence. I will have a formal conversation with those blood servants. If they are willing to be used by the clan, then I will arrange a way out for them.
Whether it is the collective farm, the arsenal under construction in the Under Armor Hills, or even the recruitment of new soldiers for the Cadman People's Army, you can choose from them.
Those remaining Yankee thugs are not the workforce we need!
We don't have that much time to correct their minds, and we can't place them close to cities and farms to avoid causing trouble, so I plan to throw them directly to the Dark Baron.
There they would begin digging a defensive line facing the filthy swamp.
There are still more than four months until the Black Disaster arrives. If they are not lazy and combined with the rapid construction techniques developed by the Masons Brotherhood, we can have a solid line of defense before the war breaks out."
"So, you plan to use them as cannon fodder? It's a very careful consideration, but it's too mediocre."
Murphy nodded and commented:
"I heard a quote from my warriors, they would joke that even a pair of used underwear or a piece of toilet paper has its own value. Mark, you can't judge these thugs just because they are criminals and scum.
Ignore some of the 'glitters' hidden in them that can be used by us.
The Scarlet Keep is a city we built together, and the rules there are basic laws that were unanimously adopted by everyone. Transia will open its arms to anyone who is not welcome.
So my idea is that maybe we can give these thugs, who have been thrown away like trash by their own country, a chance to be human again."
The vampire governor looked at Maxim and said:
"Even if they cannot be allowed to join the army and official organizations, places like the Blood Rat Gang and Fight Club will always need these people who wander in the gray area. We may be able to set up a net to bring this group of scum into
Anyone with a bit of skill can 'catch' it.
Then throw the remaining tasteless guys into the swamp and let them dig holes with the kobolds being sent there by Hogg.
They will use labor to reform their skewed lives, and use their blood and sweat to repay the mistakes they made before.
I know this will increase your workload, but we really need to find some talents who can stand alone."
"I am willing to be responsible for the advancement of this matter, Master."
Maxim immediately replied:
"But how do we give those thugs a chance? We don't have enough manpower to screen their origins and backgrounds, and Adele's intelligence agency has only just been established."
"No need for such complicated screening, Mark."
Kudel, who was standing by the window, turned around and said to Maxim:
"The situation of the thugs sent by the Yankees has become as bad as possible. Under these circumstances, anyone who wants to escape from the gloomy future will try their best to chase any light that appears in front of them. So you only need to come up with a selection criterion
, those who have the ability will jump out on their own.
As for those who are capable but unwilling to come forward in this situation, they either have serious evil intentions, or they have completely lost hope in life and do not care about changes in the external situation.
Neither of these two types of people can be used by us, so sending them to the construction site to burn ashes and redeem themselves is the best option."
"I probably understand."
Maxim quickly wrote down this suggestion in his notebook.
He thought for a moment and said to Murphy and Kudel:
"So, I will give those bastards a chance to prove their worth. As long as they can win more than three times in the fight club, then they can temporarily get rid of their criminal past and truly join us as facilitators in our fight against the underworld.
Disaster prevention work is in progress.
They firmly believe that they are good at talking with their fists, so I will give them this opportunity! This way, those guys will not lose all hope and cause trouble on the construction site.
Through this selection ceremony, those bastards can also know the rules of Transia. This land will not let down those who have real ability!
We can even make this selection system a long-term solution!”
Maxim seemed to be inspired. He closed his notebook and said to Murphy and Kudel who were looking at him:
"First throw all those thugs into the construction site, but then hold a 'fighter selection competition' twice a month, so that when the black disaster breaks out, all the available ones among them will be picked up after 8-9 selections.
rise.
When the Plantagenet Kingdom sends back the remaining 10,000 blood servants, we can continue this system.
Then use the administrative office's set of 'labor points' that are still in use today to restrict them! Give the remaining prisoners who cannot become soldiers a long-term hope, and give them freedom after they reach a certain point limit.
This will not only ensure their enthusiasm for work, but also allow your kindness and majesty to penetrate into their sinful hearts. Even the most demanding Blood Knight cannot accuse our Blood Vulture Clan of being ruthless and indifferent to human life in the face of this system.
Using labor to match punishment may be a good way to punish crime."
"Very good, I'm very satisfied with the plan you proposed. Let's move forward according to your ideas.
I will submit this set of management methods that you have learned on your own to Professor Malcolm, and I believe he will also praise your wisdom and say that you really learned something from the history lessons he gave you."
Murphy stood up and patted Maxim on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice:
"I've seen your progress, Mark, keep up this momentum, and you will soon be able to stand alone. But there is one last question.
A sense of ceremony!
The sense of ritual we have been emphasizing.”
The vampire lord took out a stack of notes from his arms and put it into Maxim's hand. He said:
"I've already prepared it for you. Just read it from the script in a while."
Maxim glanced at the words on the note.
He showed a rather strange expression. Well, this can be considered a little bit of Mr. Murphy's bad taste.
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At nearly midnight, the Yankee soldiers responsible for escorting prisoners and prisoners evacuated early from the temporary military camp outside Batasin City, which immediately aroused the curiosity of more than 6,500 people in the large camp.
After repeated trials, many prisoners felt that they had reached freedom, so they yelled and prepared to escape from the camp and find a good place near Transia to "return to their old jobs."
But more people did not move.
Especially the armed blood servants who once belonged to the Blood Eagle Clan, they are completely different from these criminals. Even if there are no more guards, these blood servants who were sent back to their hometown from the bitter cold land of the wilderness are not.
Make a big fuss.
They stayed silently in the temporary barracks they were assigned to, praying to midnight and preparing to accept their fate.
Soon, there were screams one after another around the camp, and the crackle of musket fire was so terrifying in the dark night, making the prisoners who did not escape the camp immediately feel frightened.
They finally knew that the Yankees' evacuation did not mean the coming of freedom!
The cunning Transians have made preparations in advance, and these ruthless killings taking place at night are the first step to scare the monkeys.
But to their surprise, not all criminals who left the camp voluntarily were killed.
Only a very small number actually fail.
The remaining ones retreated to the camp under the pressure of the vampires' elusive hunting and the bullets of the People's Army veterans. Those frightened guys gathered together, and then the psionic master threw a dazzling light high into the night.
under.
As the prisoners watched in horror, Maxim, wearing heavy armor, appeared in front of them, holding several heads in front of a hundred capable veterans marching in a row.
"Article 13 of the Wartime Management Regulations of the Cadman People's Army. Any soldier who leaves the camp without permission from his superiors will be regarded as a deserter! Transia has always killed deserters without mercy!"
Maxim's deep voice echoed in the dark night, and combined with the bleeding head in his hand, it seemed very oppressive.
This movement also caused many Yankee prisoners hiding in the barracks to poke their heads out and take a look. They were all concerned about how they would be treated in a foreign land.
Most of these prisoners were in line with Maxim's understanding of criminals, and they had an aura that made people uncomfortable and unwilling to approach them. However, his vampire senses made him notice that among those secretly observing, there were indeed
Some people's breath is very obscure.
There were even a few that could make him feel pinprick pressure.
"Master Murphy is right! There is indeed a big fish hidden in these guys."
Mark narrowed his eyes, but he ignored the prying eyes and continued to announce loudly:
"My name is Maxim! I am Baron Lim of the Governor-General of Transia and the supreme commander of the Cadman People's Army. I will be responsible for receiving and managing you. Please understand that from this moment on, you
Your life and death will be in my hands!
Therefore, I hope you will give me the respect I deserve and listen patiently to what I am about to tell you.
As part of the Nordtov Kingdom's agreement to assist Transia's war preparations, you will be sent as a basic labor force to build war fortifications in the Filthy Swamp.
According to the current terms set by the Scarlet Fort Administration Office, each of you needs to accumulate 5,000 labor points in your work before you can be pardoned and gain freedom.
You don’t have to worry about what 5,000 labor points means to you. Someone will naturally explain it to you after arriving at the fortification location.
Now I want to announce to you another piece of news that is closely related to the fate of you scumbags!
You'd better listen to me!"
Mark said in an amplified voice:
"I came here specifically tonight to use my blood and death to convey to you scum the only concept. The Viceroyalty of Transia will open its arms to all those who have the ability and value.
We never care who you were in the past, we only care about who you want to be in the future!
The ground under your feet represents both death and rebirth, the end and the starting point. The only difference is how you want to spend the rest of your meaningless life.
Wealth, power, status or respect from others, no matter what you scumbags want, you can find it in Transia.
Governor Murphy has placed all the things you are chasing and longing for in a place called the Fight Club. As long as you can get there with your own fists, you can make a clean break with your failed life in the past.
But I hope you're ready.
The weak and cowards will not survive long on this earth!
So be it!
I have no interest in telling you more. Now go back to your barracks. Someone will lead you to where you should go at dawn.
Of course, you can also try to escape."
Maxim paused and said in a louder voice that could be heard by almost everyone in the barracks:
"As long as you think you are lucky enough to escape from the territory of the Blood Eagle Clan! Poor bastards, give it a try, I will be happy to play this 'lose or die' game with you."
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