In a few minutes, the two men took down the sawmill blueprints and information on coal mining technology as instructed
Alina had been waiting on the first floor. When she saw the Yeti squadron arrive, her smile deepened. "This is your first time working at the workshop. How do you feel?"
"Thanks to the guidance of the three seniors, the work in the workshop is not as difficult as I imagined."
The three people behind her usually like to stir up trouble, just like the people in the Yeti squadron. If we talk about it, they should be more serious.
"If you need to leave for something, remember to ask for leave from me."
The lack of people in the workshop will affect Mr. Generator's planning, so special attention needs to be paid to the situation of the workshop personnel. Alina looked at the two surprised people.
"Well, Ms. Alina, I want to ask, will you fight against the enemies of the picket officers again?"
This question was beyond Alina's ability, but the morning meeting made Mr. Generator's attitude clear. She turned around and said, "Yes, you can start training again after the law for recruiting soldiers is promulgated."
After answering the questions of the Yeti Squadron, Alina came to the southern exit, where there was a birch forest growing from the entrance. However, according to Mister, only the birch forest inside the canyon would be mined to make room for the construction of other buildings.
"Everyone, get ready to work."
The Yeti squadron, who had nothing to do, gathered around the sawmill. The natives with the wood couldn't help hugging the wood tightly, frowning and pursing their lips, seeing that they couldn't sit still. "This is a job that Miss Alina specifically asked me to do! You...you don't come over here!"
Alina hurriedly stopped everyone. She understood everyone's desire to help, but if there were too many people, it would easily lead to chaos. She had to persuade them, "Don't worry, everyone. I understand everyone's desire to contribute to the construction of the city, but now the construction of the sawmill has been handed over to them.
Please understand. "
Guerrillas?
This is indeed an important matter. "Thank you for your reminder. I will mention this matter to Mr. Generator."
"Brothers and sisters! How about I go outside and chop some trees and make a circle with you?"
A candy?
Alina pinched the candy. She didn't expect Petrova to have such a skill. "Okay, I'll keep this candy for you temporarily. I'll give it to FrostNova when she comes back."
Petrova nodded repeatedly with satisfaction. It would be better to treat Alina with the courtesy of the Yeti squadron. The eldest sister must like this little deer very much.
The two of them are also speculative.
Talulah and the Patriot led the team of infected people into the southern entrance. The Yeti squadron that left the canyon saluted the Patriot respectfully. The twenty-one infected people following behind them stared blankly at the Yeti squadron that passed by them, stunned for a moment -
Your Majesty, how disrespectful this is!
Talulah heard the prayers behind her and felt unhappy. "What are you doing? What did Ursus give you to make you miss the emperor in Saint Steed Castle so much?"
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. They didn't understand why. They just did it impulsively. Maybe they were not used to being infected yet?
After Talulah's scolding, everyone suddenly realized, "We are now infected; the emperor will not care about us anymore!"
"He has never cared about us... Except when he needs to collect taxes."
They were suddenly confused and just stared at Talulah blankly, their mouths open, not knowing what to say. If they became infected, everything would be ruined!
"Everyone, don't despair about your identity as an infected person."
Talulah's eyes were sharp. "Even if you become infected, you can continue to live and do what you want to do, and you don't have to worry about the black bugs coming to you!"
"Sir, what do you mean? Even if the infected have a city,"
An old man in the crowd said, "But the Ursus warships...will destroy this place!"
"No, it won't."
Talulah's firm belief ignited a glimmer of hope in the hearts of the infected. She was as dazzling as a flame, and the person standing behind her made everyone remember the rumor. He might be the "Shield of the Infected", the living legend - Captain Buldrokkas'tee!
"There will be more infected people gathering under the generator. We will not sit idly by and watch Ursus harm our compatriots. Their oppression of us will also be disintegrated by us!"
Talulah stood at the entrance. Subtle changes occurred in the hearts of these infected people. They understood that they would become enemies of Ursus, but the past years had shown that even if they became its people, they would not end up well.
"Yes, Your Excellency is right! If we could take up arms and fight against those garrisons, we wouldn't be in such a miserable state!"
The infected people quieted down. They believed that they deserved the punishment. This punishment showed that the infected people were not so bad. They also pursued order and morality and were by no means beasts.
They are in urgent need of a new spiritual sustenance.
Clusters of houses, tall lighthouses, neat streets, and bustling pedestrians, infected people working together to build houses, and huge metal pipes leading from the wooden boards into the distance, all the way to the huge tower in the center.
"What is that?!"
Talulah also looked in the direction of the generator, with a little more respect in her eyes. Many infected people noticed the change in her mood and were in awe. "That's Mr. Genetor, the one who gave us all this."
Alina ran over from a distance, "What's going on? Everyone, look over here!"
"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten what Mr. Gewnerator told me."
These people made mistakes, so they naturally need to be severely punished. Talulah assured Alina, "But has Mr. Generator thought about their punishment?"
This is one more thing that needs to be arranged by Mister. Alina. She just called Mr. Generator, but he didn't respond to her. He might be busy with something.
"It may take a while,"
"Twenty-four hours of work?"
The patriot thought deeply. As a punishment, it was not severe, but it was enough to serve as a warning. "No, hot food does not have to be given immediately. It will not be too late to give it to them when they are hungry enough."
Alina was silent for a moment. Tallulah thought it was a good idea to replace their immediate thoughts under extreme hunger conditions with hot food. "Do as Mr. Patriot says, Alina."
"I will inform him,"
This is a reasonable approach, but I wonder what he would think?
Wang Zhan took five minutes to take a shower and came out. Then his phone rang. "Mu Ye, what's the matter?"
"I see your city has weathered the storm, and I came here to congratulate you."
Wang Zhan pinched his nose. What was there to congratulate about? Wait, he seemed to have forgotten to pay attention to the BUG.
"Congratulations...what gift do you have?"
"...You are so rude,"
Mu Ye, on the other end of the phone, laughed and scolded, "I'm going to do major maintenance after this storm. Do you want to hear the reason?"
"It must be some code problem,"
Wang Zhan is not a programmer, so he didn't understand the reason. "It's useless even if I know it."
Mu Ye smiled, "Let your people go south, and you will find out what my gift is."
Hmm? Game props?
"But the south is the garrison's territory, right? What are you planning?"
Mu Ye stopped talking. Wang Zhan came to the screen and saw seven seriously ill patients on the verge of death under the red cross. Now, a new medical post had to be built.
He saw a group of people kneeling at the south entrance and worshipping him. But he was not the God of Wealth, so why should they worship him?
"That's your business. Even if you ask me, I won't tell you. Just go south."
What a weird guy, Wang Zhan complained, and the other party hung up the phone.
Alina explained to Wang Zhan everything that had just happened. Mr. Patriot's suggestion was indeed appropriate. If these people were starving and wanted to taste the blood...
It would be much better if it were cooked.
"As for their punishment, they were asked to work at a sawmill. It was no problem for them to work 24 hours a day on the first day, but their working hours for the rest of the week would be changed to 14 hours."
Collecting wood is very important. Once all the wood inside the canyon has been cut down, you will need to prepare the [Wall Drill].
Creating new jobs... This was what Wang Zhan wanted to do, but there was too little wood.
And looking at the military law tree, I'm afraid we need to prepare another group of people.
We will first use this batch of wood to build three medical posts to treat dying patients, and the rest will be used to build sawmills. Then two sawmills will work overnight, and in the morning, there will be four sawmills working together.
On the screen, Carl and other patrol members, who were dragging supplies, looked at the newly arrived infected people. Their pious looks were comparable to those of the indigenous people, but gave people an indescribable sense of strangeness.
But having more compatriots is always a good thing. When Carl saw Alina, Talulah, and the Patriot, his doubts were completely dispelled.
"Mr. Generator said that the outpost can be used."
When Alina saw Karl coming back, she took the initiative to bring up the matter, "Mr. Patriot, do you think about sending someone to garrison there?"
The patriot nodded when he heard this. It would be more convenient to act with the enemy's outpost.
"I will send people to organize the outpost and put it into use as soon as possible."