Graycastle, Neverwinter.
Castle Chamber.
With the growing growth of the Executive Hall, the halls that were once usable are now a bit cramped, and the main officials of many departments can only move small stools and sit behind their main and deputy ministers. And more secretaries and assistants had to stand against the wall, nearly two hundred people crowded the room tightly.
It seems that it is necessary to build a special hall in the castle area to meet the needs of various meetings in the future, Roland thought, this is only the high-level officials of Neverwinter City, and when the managers of other cities in the kingdom come to the new capital together When debriefing, I am afraid that the first floor of the castle will be full, and it will not fit.
After writing this idea down in the notebook, he clapped his hands lightly, and the conference hall fell silent immediately.
"As everyone knows, the Torch Operation, which lasted nearly ten months, has been a complete success. Now our footprint has extended to the fertile plains hundreds of kilometers away from Neverwinter City, and the threat from the devil has been completely swept away - from this moment on , the west of Neverwinter is no longer the barren land that used to be difficult and dangerous, but a fertile territory that can provide us with abundant supplies!" Roland paused and raised his voice, "Yes, this is more than the four kingdoms. The vast plains that rise up will be the main development direction of Graycastle for the next hundred years!”
There was thunderous applause in the hall.
Opening up the territory and expanding the territory is the most important achievement for the king, and it is also the easiest way for officials to obtain benefits. Even ordinary people can get a share of the big development. Now that there is suddenly an extra territory that can accommodate several Greycastles, its significance is self-evident, no matter how praised it is.
"I'm afraid that the title of 'Four Kingdoms' will become history completely in a few years," Barov said with a cheerful smile, touching his beard, "In terms of size and strength, they are inferior to Greycastle. too far. "
"That's right. If the history books and biographies are still written as before, I'm afraid they will be laughed at by future generations."
"How about one big and three small?"
"The Three Little Kingdoms are too sloppy. It is more appropriate to give them a new title."
"Agreed... I think the Empire is pretty good."
The ministers discussed eagerly, and the atmosphere at the long table seemed to be a little high for a while.
Roland didn't stop it deliberately, but left a blank time for them to enjoy the afterglow of victory before returning to the topic, "But I hope everyone realizes that this victory is just the beginning, It's not the end! Drive the devils out of the fertile plains and win a relatively safe living space. It doesn't mean that they will die and give up their conquest of mankind. The real threat is the legendary battle of divine will, only when the red moon is approaching , the enemy will show all his fangs! For that day to come, the kingdom must be fully prepared now!"
"In other words, not only can you not relax in the slightest, but you have to exert extra energy, understand?"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The crowd burst out.
Roland looked around the hall for a week, then nodded to Nightingale beside him.
The latter turned around and pulled back the curtains hanging on the wall.
The location where the map of the Western Region was originally hung was replaced by a huge blackboard, and there was only one word on the blackboard: people.
"This is what I want." Roland said word by word.
He has too many plans to implement, but none is more important than increasing the population.
In order to promote the policy as soon as possible, he even put things such as the war summary to the back.
It can be said that population has become the biggest bottleneck restricting the development of Neverwinter City.
If the First Army in Operation Torch had an armored unit, even the humblest infantry fighting vehicle could defeat the devil's counter-ambush trap.
Although there are a lot of reliability problems in the first-generation piston engine that has been finalized, for war, these are all minor details, and whether there is or not is the first problem.
It's not that Roland doesn't know this, but Neverwinter's production capacity has reached its limit.
Whether it is steel production or the production capacity of various factories.
A decisive battle basically used up 90% of the shells accumulated.
A railroad across the plain drained the steel reserves.
Agatha's cooling separation method is gradually not enough for the chemical plant's acid production.
The production line of individual grenades takes up part of the already stretched explosive output.
It can be said that Neverwinter has touched the ceiling in many directions.
Scaling up production requires people.
Adding new production items requires people.
Turning ideas and drawings into reality requires the collaboration of multiple departments and a large number of people.
The population of Neverwinter City is still growing steadily. It has now crossed the 200,000 mark. Compared with other cities, this is an incredible number. In another ten years, it will definitely become the core of the entire continent, with a population exceeding 100. No problem.
If it hadn't been for the unexpected turn in the Northern Expedition, he would probably have accepted the result, but the fact was that the devil's actions deviate from everyone's predictions. Although the reason was not clear, it made Roland feel a little uneasy - even if The enemy gathered a large army and killed indistinguishably between Taquila and the First Army, causing more than half of the soldiers casualties. It took more than half a year to capture the city, which is more reassuring than it is now.
Long-term combat is a plan written in the plan.
But the devil didn't do that.
The departure from the strategic intention means that in some unseen places, the situation has changed, and the unease brought about by this unknown makes him no longer satisfied with the existing growth rate. Coupled with the return of the army, he decided to take some extraordinary measures to shorten the process.
"Your Majesty, this has always been the focus of the Executive Office," Barov got up and replied, "According to the statistics, the inflow of foreign population has not only not stopped, but the trend is still rising steadily, and it is expected to double in five years—"
"I can't wait five years," Roland interrupted. "If I can, I hope to achieve or even exceed this goal within this year."
Everyone couldn't help but take a deep breath.
"200,000 people a year? Your Majesty, I'm afraid this is difficult to achieve..." The director hesitated. "To achieve the inflow trend you mentioned, unless there is turmoil or famine, it is possible to have such a large-scale migration."
"You're talking about changes in natural circumstances, and I'm talking about executive orders -- not a very difficult goal to achieve if there are coercive measures. In short, this long-term plan can be divided into three parts."
Roland stretched out three fingers and said in turn.
"—Peer-to-peer migration, cross-border recruitment, and fertility encouragement. That's what you're going to do next."