The Voodoo Swamp is the worst human settlement in the Black Forest, and a bunch of bad people live here. But for Zhou Qingfeng, who has no foundation, he can only rely on this broken place as his foundation for his life.
The people in the settlements were transformed in the hands of Zhou Qingfeng. The better thing to say is, “Through large-scale infrastructure construction to stimulate employment and maintain social stability. '
At present, the effect is still very obvious. At least all the waste complimented Master Hugo for his kindness. When the external traffic was cut off, they even allowed people to barely eat their food without causing any major disturbances.
In order to make the settlement population for his own use, Zhou Qingfeng had to take out valuable materials including grain to buy people's hearts. Although he knew that building a road, digging a well, and building a toilet didn't make much sense to him, he had to do these things.
Such a transformation is actually difficult to last, but at least temporarily glamorous. Outsiders such as Luke and Nar came to the voodoo swamp, naturally seeing the novelty everywhere, and felt that they were rewarding.
The group went to the shack of the dwarf witch doctor, where five cold wind city craftsmen headed by Wilson led the work. Seeing the craftsmen and the trebuchets, Luke and others were relieved and felt more confident in their next actions.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't have time to talk nonsense. He was running out of time and directly asked Wilson how the settlement team was formed and could he set out immediately
Wilson carefully reported: "The fifty-man transport team is ready. I organized them into five groups, and our five craftsmen personally led the team. We can ensure that all vehicles including the catapult will depart normally."
"In addition, I feel that only a transport team is not enough. I have also recruited a logistics team of fifty people. The main thing is to cook, camp, and do some chores. The next war is to be done, and these tasks must be done by someone."
"In addition, we took away a hundred people from the settlement and took away all the food. What should I do if there are more than two hundred left? I don't know how to deal with this. After all, there is not enough food."
Wilson felt a little nervous when he was reporting. He probably knew what Zhou Qingfeng wanted to do, but he was a little soft-hearted, so he made his own choice and enlisted another fifty people in the name of the'logistics team'. In this way, fewer people should starve to death in the settlements.
Zhou Qingfeng actually knew that the "skinny" guys in the settlements couldn't do any logistical work, and it was a burden to bring them. But after thinking about it, he closed his eyes slightly, and then sighed: "Let's recruit a hundred more logistics personnel."
As the war is approaching, Zhou Qingfeng already has enough capital and enough stage to show off his abilities. The role of the voodoo swamp as a springboard is greatly reduced. After he led the team this time, I was afraid that he would not come back again.
Those who remain have no food and clothing, and mass deaths will occur within a few days.
Being able to go with Zhou Qingfeng at this time is like being on the'Schindler's list' and having a chance to survive.
But for every more person in the team, there will be one more person who can't do much, and one more mouth to eat. To restore the ability of these people to work, the burden is huge—the materials Zhou Qingfeng brought from reality are enough for him to use.
Wilson was very upset when he recruited fifty more. He was even more astonished when Zhou Qingfeng opened his mouth to recruit a hundred more. The original anxiety turned into panic, he couldn't help but reminded: "Your Excellency Hugo, our food is only afraid of..."
"If we recruit a hundred more people, how many days will there be enough food?" Zhou Qingfeng asked with a sullen face, in a low voice.
"Up to four days." Wilson put up his four fingers undercover, for fear of being seen by others, "But once you start to work, even the slaves will eat more, otherwise they will be exhausted in one day. So maybe you can only support it. Two days. If fewer people..."
"There is no need to have fewer people." Zhou Qingfeng shook his head flatly, "Two days are enough. Within two days, we must lay down orc strongholds and grab the traitors' food to feed ourselves.
Also, tell the people in the settlements to keep up with those who want to survive. I have no extra food for them, but I can find a way out for them. "
"You want to bring all the people in this settlement?" Wilson shook his head like a rattle. "No, no, it's absolutely not possible. Your Excellency Hugo, I know your kindness, but you really don't need it. Save everyone here.
Those who live in the voodoo swamp are actually refugees, thieves, and corpse thieves, who are not worthy of sympathy. I know the character of these rubbish, no matter how good they are, they won't be grateful at all. "
"I know." Zhou Qingfeng nodded with a wry smile, "I know there is rubbish in this ruined settlement, and I didn't want to save them. I just give them a way to survive. If anyone dares to make trouble, just put to death."
Apart from this behavior in exchange for Wilson's incomprehensible'too benevolent', it really did not bring any indicated benefits to Zhou Qingfeng. But he couldn't do this. Manpower is not leeks, it is difficult to regenerate when dead, and one can keep one.
Those who don't plan for long are not enough for a while. If Zhou Qingfeng wants to live well in the future, he has to plan carefully and accumulate power now.
Luke and others are not guests in the Voodoo Marsh. After confirming that the craftsmen and the trebuchet are in good condition, they will escort these precious personnel and materials away quickly and rush to the battlefield. Everyone who is busy can only eat some dry food casually, without stopping for half a moment.
Zhou Qingfeng gave the order, but Wilson could only do so.
When the command to set off was sounded, the true side of the voodoo swamp was exposed to the adventurers.
The half-human and half-ghost residents walked out of the shack. They faltered, their eyes were dull, and African refugees lived better than them. Some people are skinny like living skeletons, with deep sunken eye sockets and countable ribs, so they can't be tired after walking a few steps.
"Your Excellency Hugo, do you want to bring these people to the battlefield?" Nar was the most shocked. Her worst servants could turn over the waste in front of them. "You are too kind. These burdens are worthless, they will only drag us down."
"I know." Zhou Qingfeng also sighed. He also gathered everyone together for the first time, and it was also the first time he knew that hunger can turn people into ghosts. Looking at those who can only wait to die, his heart is also sad. "I'm not kind, I'm just..."
At the end of the story, I really don't know what to say.
At most half of the people in the settlement can take care of themselves, and the rest are just like walking dead. Had it not been for Zhou Qingfeng to treat everyone with porridge these days, they would have died on a large scale. But now these people are just more vocal than the living.
Someone really thumped and fell to the ground during the assembly process, and couldn't get up anymore.
Adventurers are all lofty masters, no matter how hard they are, no matter how poor they are, they will not be hungry for a while.
When he first entered the settlement, the accompanying adventurers were all curious about Zhou Qingfeng's various measures to manage the settlement. But now that his family is so shabby, he is a little suspicious and despised. Although they didn't say anything, they were muttering in their hearts.
When Wilson took a lot of effort to gather everyone together, when the transportation and logistics team rushed to push the carriage and prepared to leave, when there were more than a hundred pieces of waste left to be abandoned and looked at the convoy helplessly. Take away all survival supplies...
The emotions of the abandoned people are in a trough.
This is a silent death march, and those who can't keep up will only become hungry on the side of the road.
"I must say something, I must give them some hope."
When the team started to set off, Zhou Qingfeng rode to the side of the road, stood up high, and shouted: "Trash of Voodoo Swamp, I am Victor Hugo. Listen to me."