"Teacher, I can't think of a perfect solution to Hongshan's new plan." Polu, who had not slept well for several days, found Landau with a face full of anxiety.
"You are too obsessed with perfection. I don't think there is a perfect solution. At present, you only need to solve the housing problem of so many people. At the same time, it is enough to establish a normal urban defense system. The factory area is so big, there will be more in the future
It’s getting bigger and bigger. How can you enclose them and the residential areas in a city wall? Does it mean that if the factory area keeps expanding, will your city walls keep expanding?” Landau, who has been following the progress of Polu’s planning, put forward his own question
Opinion.
"Then they're not surrounded by the same city wall? Wait!" A spark of inspiration flashed through Bolu's mind, "I understand! I understand! I'm going to readjust it right now!" Polu left these words.
He ran away, leaving only a confused look on his face: "Wait a minute! You understand something! I feel like I haven't said anything yet! I just asked you not to surround everything!"
"Geora!" Bolu waved to Geora from a distance: "Old Ge! Are the poles mentioned before done? Have you found the person?"
As the workload of civil construction work suddenly increased, it was no longer possible for Geola to skip work to meet the demand for civil construction work. So Bolu asked him to find someone who had actually built a house. It’s not that there are no such people, mainly because
After the chaotic war, he didn't know where to find anyone. Fortunately, he could do some simple spelling, so after being forced to read hundreds of engineering team rosters, Goola finally found the one called Terra.
A native of Wa.
"Found it! I lifted him out, and now he's counting the poles over there!"
"Okay! Let's dig a hole!"
The carriage pulled a cart of poles painted in black and white, followed by an engineering team of 100 people, advancing on an uninhabited wasteland. The dense flying insects in the chest-high grass flew directly at people's faces.
Fortunately, Leah is not here, and was called by Leonardo to train in swordsmanship. This place is not very far from the old city of Hongshan, and the hillside where the insect beast once rushed down is still on the horizon. But at least
This place does not have to face the insect beasts that rush down the hillside with speed. Now, neither the quality of the weapons nor the manpower can support the need to set up a defense line on the ridgeline of the hillside, so Bolu wisely chose to stay slightly away from the hillside and the factory.
The location. The river flows 500 meters away, and about a kilometer ahead is the Royal Manor. This manor has now hindered Polu's plan.
Bolu climbed onto the carriage and looked around, sighing. Hongshan was completely undefendable, but the resources here could not be given up. He could only think of ways to strengthen the defense, but the city wall could not fully realize the wave of waves.
Lu's idea, in this case, we would have to find another way.
Bolu looked at the empty land with no reference around him, sighed, and stepped on the soft ground mixed with grass roots under his feet: "This is it! Dig 6 meters deep first to see what's underneath.
The structure must not be made of sand."
The people in the engineering team spread out, circled a 10x10 meter area on the ground, and began to dig a hole. The terrain here was relatively high, but there was no problem of water coming out as soon as they dug. Bolu led a few people to hold poles
, carrying a platform with an eyepiece and a rope to get busy in the dense grass.
Marco and Campbell, who narrowly escaped death, have been clearing away building debris at the construction site for several days. Now they work in the engineering team. They have hot water, food, a roof, and a place to shower, except for the small place to sleep. At one point, Campbell even felt that he was living a good life. Heavy physical labor, good food, and even enough rest time at night made his body gradually stronger.
A bald man opened the leaky woven door and walked in. He shouted loudly: "Campbell! Norman! Edward! Daniel! You pack up! Bring your personal belongings. Starting today, you will be transferred to the S1 engineering team. !”
"S1 Engineering Team? Where is that place? Never heard of it?" The people who were called up looked at each other, all a little confused.
"Just go as I'm told, don't ask so many whys! Hurry up! After 10 minutes of cleaning up, gather in the small square at the entrance of the cafeteria!" Baldhead waved impatiently, turned and left. Campbell and the other four were filled with uneasiness. He packed his bags in a good mood. To be honest, there was nothing to pack. He walked up to Marco and said, "Master, I have to go."
"Go on, do your best, and don't embarrass me!" Marco patted Campbell on the shoulder. He lowered his head and waved his hand.
"Master, please take care of yourself." Campbell gritted his teeth and walked out of the shack with his luggage. As soon as he walked out of the shack, a large group of young people carrying luggage walked past him. They headed towards the small square, their faces filled with vitality and enthusiasm. Happiness. The mood mixed with the worry of going out alone and the freedom of suddenly leaving their parents hit hard the young people who had just stepped out of the shack, and they became inexplicably excited.
"Friends! Are you going to S1!" Daniel asked them. "No! We are going to S2!"
The square was crowded with people. People who didn’t know where to stand were running around randomly, laughing enthusiastically. “Oh no, these young people are even less organized than I thought. If it weren’t for We don’t have time, I really want to give them a military training.” Boru and Irene stood nearby, watching the leaders roaring in understanding and pointing at the wooden planks hanging high behind them. The numbers written on it. These young people were not well educated. At least they could spell their names and numbers. They were fighting and standing under the big sign with the numbers written on it.
"Eileen, can I ask the Knights to borrow a few people to train these young people a little bit?"
"What do you want them to do?" Irene glanced at him warily.
"It's such a waste of their time. I want them to at least learn to line up and obey orders." Polu looked at the 1,000 young people selected from the roster. They were chaotic and energetic, full of curiosity and the most important thing. When they can accept new things. However, when it comes to educating them, well, they still have to do it slowly.
"The Knights can't do it. They are so tired of moving bricks every day that you can't borrow anyone. For your needs, the Royal Army is the most suitable. They train more recruits, but there is no Royal Army here. You might as well ask Joyce Well, they are infantry guards and royal guards, so you can train them however you want."
"Is it really okay to practice no matter what you do?"
"You ask, do you want to cause something?" Little Irene glanced at Polu from the corner of her eyes.
Bolu's heart was filled with ups and downs. "Are you kidding? Do you think I'm going to rebel? No, I'm really not interested in rebellion! Anyway, the king won't interfere with my big construction now. I'm tired of rebelling. I just can't see it."
They don't know how to line up now, and I want to help them lay the foundation of line infantry." Polu's mind flashed through many tragic endings after being suspected by the rulers. He hurriedly
Waving his hands crazily, a strong desire to survive filled his heart: "No, no, I don't. I just plan to make them walk very neatly and teach them something by the way. I want them to be good workers, but fools can't do it now.
My workers." He looked at the 1,000 young people who had already stood in line under the leader's stick, his eyes full of old-fashioned expectations that were not in line with his age.
Polu climbed onto a wooden box and pointed to the side above his head, which was painted with a downward arrow penetrating through two layers of hard edges and a strange inverted triangle emblem composed of a pair of strange-looking wings. In Polu's explanation
This represents that his earliest work was a ballista. However, Polu had decided, determined, that when the armor was welded to this emblem, the armor must be painted red, and the helmet must have sharp corners.
He shouted loudly: "You all know me! Then look at this badge, this is my emblem! You young people are chosen by me! I choose you on behalf of His Majesty! I will teach you knowledge, I will
Teach you work. On behalf of His Majesty, I ask you to master more skills, do better work, and build a new Hongshan! Every morning, your team leader will teach you some basic knowledge! During the day, he will lead you
Complete your daily work and at night, you will receive some training!"
These team leaders were also drawn from the leaders of the engineering team. They had no friendship with Polu. Although they had not said these things before, out of fear of the nobles, they wisely said nothing.
"Today your task is to build your dormitory! The tractor will assist us, and the team leader will explain the details to you! Let's go!"
The team leaders roared and led the young people to set off, and asked them to remember their formation. Today's food is distributed to each unit according to the rationing system. If they go to the wrong place, they will have no food, so they will be full of motivation and try their best to find ways.
Find the correct team. The team's number will be hung above every facility for them to use. As long as you remember the number, there is absolutely no reason to go wrong.
The crowd rushed out of the gate, and one by one the team leaders walked onto the road to the construction site.
Polu called to little Irene, "Let's go, let's go drive the tractor that pulls the materials. Now it seems that it is necessary to build a few more, and signs of insufficient use have appeared. Anyway, we already have the tools for welding. Others should be
It’s not very difficult. I’ll go back and ask Smith if he can make one without my processing.”