On the not spacious road, a jeep was bumping up and down. This jeep was not open-top, and there was no golden eagle logo on it, which proved that it probably did not belong to the Irish military.
Sure enough, after the Airan Hill soldier standing at the intersection directing traffic saw the car sign clearly, he didn't even bother to salute the military salute. He just waved his hand casually, indicating that the car could pass at will now.
So, the car just slowed down a little, crossed the intersection, and continued to drive forward along the road.
Inside the car, two men in the back seat, dressed in noble attire, were impatiently covering their mouths with their handkerchiefs.
The person driving the car for them was a human, but the person sitting in the passenger seat was an Elf man. There was an AK-47 assault rifle stuck on a special shelf next to the driver, and the Elf man held an exquisite long sword in his arms.
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The wheels of the car ran over the slightly muddy black soil, and demon corpses were piled up not far from the wheels.
The corpses were not even classified. Next to the corpses of many rotting demon dogs, there were densely packed demon civilians without any decent clothes piled up randomly.
There were also some demon soldiers in armor mixed inside. On the big tree that had not fallen down among the corpses, there was a wooden sign indicating where the road ahead was. It read in artistic cursive characters: "Ahead, 48."
"City"
"The weather is already so cold, don't these demons need to wear clothes?" A nobleman in the back row said, breaking the dull atmosphere in the car.
Along the way, they had seen too many corpses of demons. Most of them had no time to dispose of, and the air was filled with a disgusting stench.
Due to lack of manpower, most of the demons who died in the war were piled up like this waiting to be dealt with, but no one knew when these demons would be dealt with.
Anyway, the army's engineering troops are only responsible for pushing the corpses to both sides of the road to keep the road open. As for the corpses that died in the wilderness or in the fields, they are still abandoned in the same place, and no one is picking them up.
"Buzz..." In the sky, a P-51 fighter jet roared past. It did not have bombs hanging on it, but instead had a kind of spraying device hanging under the wings.
In order to prevent the outbreak of the plague, these corpses had to be regularly sprayed with disinfectant. Because there were no suitable aircraft, the P-51 fighter jets that have been discontinued were transported to the Demon Realm and became equipment for the logistics support force.
"Yes, it's already so cold." Another noble nodded and said with some distress.
In his eyes, these corpses lying on the roadside are all potential markets that have disappeared. As long as these demons work, they can consume too many things after they have money.
These demons don’t even have clothes to wear. How many textiles do they need to buy? These demons don’t even have luggage when they flee. How many utensils, pots, and dishes do they need to buy?
If you include radios and all kinds of household appliances...this is a huge market that has hardly been explored! How much money can be made from this?
Furthermore, if you don't pay these demons wages, you only need to provide them with some food and daily necessities, and you can obtain labor almost for free. How great value is this?
Have you not seen how expensive human resources are in the developed areas of Ireland now? If you set up some sweatshops here, you will definitely make a lot of money!
Every time he thought about this, the nobleman felt extremely distressed. Countless banknotes were lying on the roadside, rotting and smelly, and gradually disappearing...
Of course, if these demons can really be tamed.
"Sir, many civilians don't have decent clothes. When I was a child, I hardly went out in the winter." The bodyguard driving the car adjusted the steering wheel slightly, stared ahead seriously, and explained to the two otherworldly employers behind him.
A person can still only wear thin, half-covered tatters in winter. It has nothing to do with whether the weather is cold or not, but has to do with how much money he has in his pocket...
The elf magician remained silent. He just looked at the "demons" who were no longer manic and ferocious. He was also a bodyguard, but his price and combat effectiveness were higher than those of a driver.
"So, business is the way to save the world. Look at you now. You have decent clothes and a lot of gold coins in your pocket. This is all due to me." The businessman said proudly, and then
He covered his nose with a handkerchief again.
"Yes." The driver nodded, very satisfied that he could find a good job now. He now has a son and a daughter, and his wife works in a newly opened car wash shop. The family leads a very good and happy life.
"Damn it, there's a living one over there!" Another noble who had been looking around exclaimed loudly when he saw a living demon.
He saw in the wilderness in the distance, a thin demon like a ghost, lying on a corpse, tearing something hard.
Compared with the many corpses that were already cold, this demon's equipment seemed a bit better. He had complete clothes, but they were still in tatters.
Having seen countless such costumes in Elland Hill, the noble immediately attributed the other person to the profession of beggar.
However, when a person sees other humanoid creatures lying down and chewing on corpses, they will definitely feel disgusted.
As a result, the nobleman felt his breakfast surging in his stomach. He subconsciously wanted to roll down the window to get some air, but was held down by his companion.
Just like trying to roll down the car window in a safari park, doing the same action here is definitely not safe.
Moreover, the prerequisite for ventilation is that the air outside the car is better. But looking at the corpses everywhere, it is obviously not the case.
"Why, how come you're still alive?" The noble who held down his companion nervously asked the two bodyguards in front of him: "Yes, is it dangerous?"
At this moment, he felt a little regretful that he had personally come to inspect such a shabby place. Even if a large area of land here had been sold to him by the empire, he should not have come in person...
"It should have slipped through the net..." The elf finally spoke and replied in the most professional tone: "There is no threat. If he gets close, I can handle it by myself."
"Don't stop the car..." The nobleman, who finally managed to stabilize his mind and did not waste his breakfast, asked with a pale face...
Another road sign was left behind them. The sign clearly said: "There are still 17 kilometers to City 48."