Chapter 420 419 I want to compete with you, the bet is me
Chapter 420 I want to compare my luck with you, and the bet is my life, which is worse than death!
The Gray Man didn't know that his emotional issues had been brought up at Mr. Murphy's desk. In fact, he was indeed very irritable now.
At dawn the next day, the dejected Asher and another group of foremen from the Brotherhood of Masons came to the northern prisoner of war camp to lead the men.
Compared with his gloomy look, the workers behind him who were urgently promoted to foremans were all extremely excited. They were all local brothers who had followed the gray men and brick movers to build houses and do civil engineering work in Scarlet Castle.
Even when Cadman City still existed, these guys were at the bottom.
They never thought that they would one day be officials.
Although the official foreman of the Stonemasons Brotherhood is only a newcomer in the Transian civil service system, and this position does not even have a formal establishment, this is a problem for the local man who has been living a hard life and has not been able to eat enough to live in a new house until recently.
This is already an unimaginable privilege.
For the Brotherhood of Masons, a recently established organization, there is no way to promote these workers who are still in the learning and literacy stage to foremans.
Now there is a shortage of people everywhere in Transia, and the construction tasks are so heavy that Old Chen has to occasionally serve as a construction site supervisor.
The few foremen who were carefully trained are now beginning to "take charge" to build more residential areas and production areas according to Lao Chentou's plan.
However, the reason why the entire Mason Brotherhood is progressing so fast now is not only due to the spread of stalls and the upgrading and iteration of psychic construction techniques, but also because the two brothers, the Asher and the Brickman, finally came up with "
cement".
That’s right!
They got the alien cement.
Although the formula is completely different from reality, the effect is almost the same. With the help of the mysterious girl "Menghaha" from the Silver Moon Group who has not been online for several days, the Stonemasons Brotherhood finally does not need to go anywhere.
Bring a psionicist with you.
But the sense of achievement brought by "technological breakthrough" cannot make the gray-killers feel more gratified.
This will be really annoying for him.
"Hey, why did you come here!"
When they arrived at the temporary military camp or prisoner-of-war camp that had begun to take shape after 50,000 people spent one night building it, the Brickman immediately came forward and transferred the information from a roster to the Asher's calculation orb. He said:
"I have sorted out more than a thousand laborers who have experience in building houses before. Please hurry up and have them taken away. The atmosphere here has already become a bit uncomfortable in one night. Those damn Plantagenet officers
They just gave the people to us and left them alone. Last night alone, nearly a hundred people escaped.
Maxim was already very angry, and he sent all his soldiers out to follow him.
I guess if these bastards continue to cause trouble, the hussars will soon come in to suppress them.
Hiss, it’s really exciting to think about it
Huh?
Why do you have such an expression as if you were visiting a grave?
What's going on here?
Did someone kick you in the balls?"
"Don't mention it, it's so annoying."
The graying man looked like he was losing energy. Wearing a formal architect's ceremonial uniform and a windbreaker, he waved to his new foremen to hurry up and pick them up, while he sat down on a chair in the temporary tent.
.
After he and the brick-carrying man were the only ones left in the tent, he said bitterly to his elder brother:
"Yesterday at noon, Sister Palian and I had a fight."
"ah?"
The brick mover who was looking at the construction drawings was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise:
"Why are you quarreling? Aren't you three as good as Siamese people? You keep insisting that there is no special relationship, but I feel that you accompany them just like you accompany your girlfriend. I thought you were going to be in another world.
Where is Nuan Nan, why did the relationship suddenly break up?"
"Oh, your description really makes people angry, but something happened to Nuan."
The gray-beater had a speechless expression on his face. He reached out and took off the glasses he valued so much, rubbed the corners of his eyes and said:
"Delia and Mia went to her mother's birthday party and somehow ended up drinking too much and came back smelling like alcohol.
When I was taking care of the two of them, I was suddenly forcibly kissed by Delia. The most painful thing was that Mia saw it. The two sisters started to quarrel. They were arguing and they didn't know how to target me.
You have to ask me who I like more?
How should I answer this?"
"So? How did you answer?"
When the brick mover heard this explosive gossip, he immediately became interested and stopped looking at the drawings. He took a little Mazar and sat next to the grayer, squeezing his eyes and looking at his good brother.
He asked:
"Don't tell me that you told others, 'You two are my wings'? Hey, you are just asking for it."
"Of course not! Can my emotional intelligence be that low?"
The gray-beater scolded him, then his aura softened and he whispered:
"I told them I saw them as friends."
"grass!"
The brick mover couldn't hold himself any longer and exclaimed:
"I usually thought you didn't like to talk, but I didn't expect you to be such a hero in the low-emotional business world! People have made their words clear, and you still do this. It's a miracle you didn't get beaten to death. You treat people like
Damn my friend, I’m not blind!
If our chickens weren't all under the control of Mr. Murphy, I guess you would have turned into a beast long ago. Where can you find such a good girl in reality?
They help you wash clothes and cook, and they also work hard to learn from you and regard you as a mentor. Tsk tsk, if I hadn't entered the game late, why would you be a kid?
God saw that you were single and pitifully gave you two perfect paper wives. I didn't expect that you didn't follow the rules and just vomited out the food God fed into your mouth.
Awesome, awesome!”
"Shut up, I'm very annoyed now."
The gray man rubbed his face in pain and sighed:
"Last night, the two sisters sent someone to give me an ultimatum. If I don't give them an answer, the two of them will follow Ms. Palian to the Genoa Peninsula, and they probably won't come back for several years.
Moreover, several knights' retinues from the Batasin Chamber of Commerce threatened me, saying that if I dared to make the two eldest ladies sad, I would be put in a sack.
I died unjustly!
I clearly didn’t do anything.”
"Hey, who made my brother look handsome?"
The brick mover seemed to be comforting him, but in fact he was very excited. He poured a cup of tea for his brother with a smile on his face, and asked quietly:
"So the question is, between the quiet and elegant elder sister Delia and the enthusiastic and proactive younger sister Mia, which one do you like? You can't always hang on to others, you have to give a reply. Although we are now
There is no way to proceed to the next step in this state, but isn’t raising a paper man’s wife just for a spiritual platonic love?
How beautiful.
Come on, tell me, who do you like?"
Faced with the brick-carrying man's questioning, the gray man pretended to be dead until he got tired of being asked, then he gave up and yelled:
"Can I want both of them? Bastard, stop asking!"
"Fuck! Awesome!"
In reality, the man who has a girlfriend and has reached the stage of discussing marriage raised his thumbs up and exclaimed:
"My brother has made his mark!
I've never even held a girl's hand in real life, but in the game I actually want to hug her from left to right, that's awesome! The nerds always want me to want it all, but I heard someone advise me.
Brother, you can't deal with even one of them."
"Well, what's the use of talking about this now? Everyone is leaving."
The gray-beater lamented endlessly.
The brick-carrying man was about to say something comforting when he suddenly heard a noise coming from outside the tent. It seemed like someone was arguing loudly and someone was shouting "hit that bastard to death with a shovel".
This made the brickman's expression change, and he immediately stood up, grabbed his armed belt, and rushed out, followed closely by the gray man.
They knew that this was a conflict between the newly appointed foremen and the workers.
This kind of thing happens a lot in real construction sites, let alone in Transia, which is still under the social rules of the Middle Ages. The regional conflicts here will only become more intense.
However, the dustman and the brick mover thought that the foreman on their side was responsible for the problem. However, when they went to the place, they found that the problem was not on their side.
The workers who had been selected by the brick movers were hiding far away and did not participate in this small-scale chaos. Instead, a group of guys wearing the uniforms of the Plantagenet Border Guards were fighting with the foremen of the Brotherhood of Stonemasons.
Confrontation.
One of the old foremen, who was being supported by everyone, had a bloody head and was being bandaged. Both parties had no weapons at this time, but how could the Transians, who are stronger by nature, be so angry with you?
The workers of the Brotherhood of Masons had already grabbed stones and sticks from the ground and stared menacingly at the rioting soldiers in front of them. However, this was in a temporary military camp of the border guards, so they definitely had the upper hand in terms of numbers.
Moreover, the gray man guessed that this conflict was deliberately provoked, because after the conflict, many guys with bad eyes came around from all sides.
"Damn it, what happened in Batasin City happened again."
The brickman held the revolver at his waist and whispered:
"I heard Lumina bragging and said that they had encountered the same thing in Bataxin City before. These ruffians were all unruly and knew that they were sent as cannon fodder and had no intention of obeying.
Mr. Maxim used some means to suppress it before. There are too many people here. Once the 50,000 people start making trouble, they can be transferred to Lindenwan in a matter of minutes."
"What are you afraid of? There are soldiers here."
The gray man is feeling agitated right now.
Seeing this group of thugs coming to his door, he showed an expression as if he was trying to cut through the mess quickly. He grabbed the flare gun at hand and was about to fire to summon the nearby hussars to come over and suppress the riot.
Alas, under the iron hooves of the hussars, the more brutal and cruel gnolls are just meat on the chopping block, let alone these ruffians who know nothing but ruthlessness.
What's more, considering the grievances between the Hussars and the Pioneer Legion, once the Wallander Knights get the order, the Graymen believe that the fate waiting for these Plantagenet ruffians will definitely be a massacre worthy of being recorded in the history of Transia.
Although the mountain people are simple and honest, the way they treat their enemies is enough to make even the cruelest vampire feel ashamed.
"Don't!"
Seeing that the dustman was about to send out a signal flare, the brick mover quickly stretched out his hand to suppress it.
He said in a deep voice:
"Old Chentou's plan relies on these people to realize it. If you kill them all, who will build roads and bridges? Do you really need to go into battle yourself to clear the dust?
Don't be impulsive, impulsiveness is the devil!
This group of workers is important to Mr. Murphy and our cause."
"Then what do you think we should do? These bastards who don't understand Transian rules are here to cause trouble."
The Asher gritted his teeth and said:
"How can we Transians endure this injustice? Just do it to them!"
"Hey, that's why I say you are young"
The brick mover snorted and said:
"You have to be tougher on thugs than they are, understand? It's just like fighting in a group. Are we afraid that you think they are not afraid?
No!
They are more afraid.
The rule of group fights is that the more people there are, the harder it is to start a fight, because they cannot bear the consequences.
So it would be much easier to just overwhelm them with momentum.
Look at me!”
The brick mover adjusted his collar, stepped forward and shouted:
"What are you arguing about! Why is there blood? Who made the move first? If you stand up and receive twenty lashes, it's over!"
"Who the hell are you!"
The officer who provoked the trouble opposite was wearing a crooked military uniform and smelled of alcohol. He looked at the elegant guy in front of him with contempt, and said rudely and provocatively:
"Are there no men in Transia? How come you let a fat man with no hair grow up take charge? Go, go, go back and drink milk. I want to talk to your chief about our treatment. I heard that you
Want to drag our brothers to build roads and dig ditches?
grass!
We are sent by King Louis to help you fight the war. Even if we don't give you preferential treatment, how can you let us do such a lowly thing?
We are professional soldiers!
How can you run away to dig a ditch?
Do you Transians look down on people?
If you want to do this, I won’t play anymore. I’ll take the brothers home and leave you to fight against the jackals, and then I’ll come back and collect a corpse for you.”
"Flee! It's the first time I've seen someone say 'cowardice' in such a nice way. You're really a damn talent! After doing this for a long time, you just wanted to create some friction to give yourself a reasonable reason to flee. I still
Look at the brains of you gangsters.
You are indeed an arrogant Plantagenet, neither in terms of courage nor stratagem are you worthy of holding our Transcian shoes, you guys are just a drag on the battlefield."
The brick mover cursed disdainfully, making the other soldiers' anger soar.
But before they broke out, the Brick Man changed the subject. He coughed, pulled out the revolver from his waist, and ejected the six bullets from the cylinder under the gaze of the other party, and took out another reloader.
The projectile filled with burning gold was stuffed in, and then the bullet nest was moved gracefully.
He said:
"Let's play a game. Don't you think you are very powerful and courageous? Come and prove it! If you survive in the end, then letting you go is not a big problem."
As he spoke, the brick-carrying man put the muzzle of the gun against his temple with a smile on his face as the soldiers on the opposite side looked at him in shock. He showed a sarcastic smile and shouted:
"Transia is the land of warriors! Cowards can't survive here. You idiots, let's see who Lady Luck will favor tonight! I'm not bragging, I'm so lucky."
Before the brick-moving man could finish his words, his whole head exploded as the trigger was pulled.
The terrifyingly powerful gold-burning bullet was shot from the temple, blowing up most of the head, causing red and white bullets to scatter out, scaring the rude officer on the opposite side into silence. Then, the headless body fell straight down in the smell of gunpowder smoke.
On the ground.
The entire venue fell into a mysterious silence at this moment.
Not only the soldiers of the Plantagenet Kingdom, but also the foremen of the Masonic Brotherhood were shocked.
I had only heard that Lord Murphy's warriors were crazy, but I didn't expect them to be so crazy.
The gray man covered his eyes in pain.
Through his fingers, he saw that the feet of the bricklayer he had killed were still twitching nervously, and as he took a deep breath, he strode forward.
The leader of the soldiers, who was still aggressive just now, immediately stammered and explained:
"Hey! You saw it all, right? This has nothing to do with me! We didn't kill your man, he killed himself.
grass!
Is there anyone left in Transia?
Why do we need a bunch of lunatics to run us?"
"Oh, I know, I know, this has nothing to do with you, don't worry about anyone causing trouble for you."
The dustman bent down, picked up the blood-stained revolver, opened the cylinder and stuffed five bullets into it, then closed it with a click and spun it around again.
Full of irritation, he felt that he should return to reality and calm down, and now was the best opportunity.
So under the stunned gaze of the opposing officer, the gray man aimed the gun at his own temple, looked at him with a strange smile and said:
"My brother is dead, and now it's my turn to play with you. What he just said is true. If you all survive this game, you can return to your hometown safely. We Transians say
do it
"Click"
The Asher pulls the trigger.
The sound of the hammer emptying sounded from the barrel of the gun, making him curse his bad luck. He had chosen one of the six damn choices.
What bad luck!
Today was indeed his unlucky day, and the gentle architect sighed.
In a silence that was more horrifying than a graveyard, he handed the gun filled with five bullets that would definitely kill someone the next time he pulled the trigger to the soldier on the opposite side who had begun to shake his body.
He looked at the other person calmly with eyes filled with sorrow, as if he were looking at a still moving corpse.
He said:
"Come on, Plantagenet Warrior, it's your turn to gamble your luck. Don't be afraid, maybe the next bullet will be a dud? We can't deny that this possibility exists, right?"
"Fuck! I don't want to play anymore!"
The soldier did not take the gun at all and cursed:
"You Transians are all a bunch of lunatics, but we are not! We are normal people and I will obey."
"You said you won't play anymore? Who gave you such freedom that it's almost arrogant?"
Maxim's cold voice sounded from behind.
With the sound of wind caused by the flapping of blood wings, the midnight general descended from the sky with a black blade in his hand. In his hand, he also held a dozen heads of the deserters who escaped last night and were tied together.
As the blood dripped to the ground, the monster general's eyes stared at the soldiers who were retreating in fear, and he said:
"Transia has lost a precious life because of your stupidity. You have provoked a dispute, but we have the final say when it will end. Since you are so confident that you want to provoke us, you have already done it.
Preparation for the soul's return to eternal silence. In this case, I am happy to see you wait on the way to hell.
Everyone will learn this lesson!
And this is the last meaning your meaningless life can have, take it!
