From the first meeting between the two sides, Luo Zhengdao called himself the regent, and he had been in the custody of foreign conquerors for a long time, and the sources of human slaves were extremely closed, and no one had ever seen what this legendary highness looked like.

Now there are no photos in the new world these years, and as soon as someone comes to say who they are, everyone immediately believes it? I guess even a three-year-old child isn't so easy to coax, right? When the trembling human slave talked to Luo Zhengdao, he was still full of doubts in his heart, and it was estimated that few people believed that this stranger was the rumored big man, at most they thought that he was someone who was trying to incite violence opportunistically. Troubled careerists. Of course, Luo Zhengdao can't show any proof of identity, high-end verification methods such as heraldic rings, the civilian class has never even heard of it, and it is a waste of spirit to show them flattering to the blind.

So, Luo Zhengdao simply didn't talk about any cooperation issues, and bluntly told the other party what his intentions were, saying:

"I'll give you a chance to escape tonight, and it's up to your luck to seize the opportunity. I will act before dawn, your only hope of escape. ”

There is no love in this world for no reason, Luo Zhengdao attaches so much importance to this concentration camp, and does not hesitate to infiltrate the instigation of violence. There is a reason for the chaos, and the key is that it is geographically located in the middle and lower reaches of the Great River, on the Great Plains, and the surrounding area is home to six or seven large and medium-sized concentration camps, and the total number of human slaves imprisoned is estimated to exceed four million. As long as you can muddy this pond, the whole area will be violent. Movement is just around the corner, but this first fire is very difficult to burn, so you have to put in a little effort.

The human beings of the New World are accustomed to being instructed and led, lack the rebellious spirit of the old world, and do not have enough status to intervene, and it is too difficult for the human slaves who are accustomed to obeying orders to realize the existential crisis on their own.

Ignoring the other party's complicated suspicious eyes, Luo Zhengdao dodged and disappeared into the darkness, watching his back melt into the night, these slaves talked in a low voice and said:

"Hey, do you think this guy can be trusted?"

"I don't know, just wait and see!"

"Bang-"

As dawn approached, the camp was silent, and not a single insect song or bird could be heard, but the next second things took a turn for the worse.

An orange-red flame burst out of the darkness, setting the goblin sentinel's wooden sentry on fire to a large torch, and the attack was just the beginning. Subsequently, countless flames swooped down with overwhelming momentum and continued to explode themselves, and buildings such as goblin army barracks and warehouses near the concentration camp burst into flames. After several successive roars, the walls of the camp were torn open by the blast wave, a huge gap tens of meters wide. This series of events occurred in a short period of less than five seconds, and destroyed the goblins' control of the concentration camp with lightning speed, and there was no more power to save the situation.

Seeing that the wooden wall not far away collapsed and the escape route was beginning to dawn, the slaves, who were so nervous that they didn't dare to close their eyes all night, hesitated, and one couldn't help but say:

"Could it be a goblin trap?"

The middle-aged man who had talked to Luo Zhengdao in person clenched the sharpened long wooden stick in his hand at this time, he turned his head and glared at his companion with a vicious expression, and reprimanded:

"Don't think too much, run away to survive. Everyone, follow me, run! ”

Taking advantage of the chaos caused by the attack on the concentration camp, the fleeing slaves were divided into more than a dozen groups, each fleeing in different directions, and everyone knew what would happen if they were caught by the goblins, and scattered escape was the most promising way to self-salvation.

In the opinion of Luo Zhengdao, who had used powerful means of destruction, guiding these people on the right path was a necessary means to accomplish his overall goal, and he had ordered his entourage in advance to cut down logs and vines in the nearby woods to make a simple raft, and at this moment, someone was responsible for beckoning these fugitive slaves to pull out the raft from the hidden place in the river bay and assist them to escape along the current to the lower reaches of the river.

Seizing the opportunity to replenish the population as much as possible is a necessary move for the Funayama Islands, whose natural environment is superior to that of Wake Reef.

Benefiting from the generosity of the financiers, Luo Zhengdao has no shortage of food and no shortage of money, not to mention how much grain can be harvested by planting crops on the Chuanshan Islands, the surrounding fishing grounds alone are enough to feed millions of people, and this population is the biggest capital for the future to fight a protracted war with the goblins.

The main obstacle to the realization of this plan was, of course, the Second Goblin Empire, although the Goblin Army, which had taken the initiative to attack from land, was repulsed head-on, and the Grand Canal City, which held the mouth of the Great River, was unable to defend itself, and the fire of the battery, which could threaten the safety of navigation, was completely suppressed by the pirate fighters on duty. Frightened goblin gunners are highly risky to come out during the day, climbing up to an open-air turret on a high ground to maneuver the cannons, no different from a mouse licking a cat's nose, without worrying about them blocking the human fleet from receiving the fugitive slaves.

Things are almost arranged, Luo Zhengdao has nothing to do, and gradually got used to the style of the superior to grasp the big and let go of the small, he split his overall plan into different steps in advance, and then assigned these tasks to his subordinates to deal with, Luo Zhengdao himself became the most idle person in a busy world, leaving only patience and waiting for the results.

Leaders are prone to bad things, they like to intervene in everything, and they overstep their subordinates, I'm sorry, I can only wait to become a joke in other people's mouths like the eternal perfect and empty.

Luo Zhengdao sat on the top of the hill less than a mile away from the chaotic scene for a while, and finally turned his knotted thinking into the right track. When he had time left and right, he might as well think about what to do next, and soon he came up with a plan that would be even more disgusting

Located in the middle reaches of the Great River, Hechuan Castle was one of the key shipbuilding bases selected by the Second Goblin Empire, where logs cut down from the tributaries of the Great River near the mountains in the upper reaches of the river were collected and stored for drying, and eventually made into large and small warships.

Hechuan's geographical location is excellent, which can not only avoid being threatened by foreign powers with strong naval fleets, but also make full use of the advantages of resources from inland areas, which can be said to be unique. The huge Hechuan shipyard builds more than 1,000 ships a year, although not all of them are battleship-class ships, and many of them are civilian-class transport ships, which also shows the importance of this place for the development of the navy of the Second Goblin Empire. Assuming that the Hechuan shipyard is reduced to ashes overnight, it is estimated that the goblin bosses will definitely have the urge to spurt out a mouthful of old blood if they know about it.

The reason why special operations are boasted of being miraculous in the old world is that they have low costs and high returns for small and large operations, but despite this, special operations are also the most difficult tactics to play well.

The cornerstones of special operations are accurate and meticulous intelligence, well-trained soldiers and officers, meticulous advance planning, and sophisticated weaponry, and it is precisely because of these necessary prerequisites and technical support that special forces can unleash the power of a one-man army.

As mentioned earlier, this is the usual situation, Luo Zhengdao, who is covered in the golden finger and shines brightly, obviously does not need the assistance of conventional forces, with the special ability of the magic card master beyond the imagination of ordinary people, he can easily take care of everything from reconnaissance to combat, as well as covering the retreat, and now this sharp blade is quietly pressing on the chest of the goblin waiting for the opportunity to see blood.

Hechuan is a large city with a garrison of goblins, their families and civilians, and goblins do not allow human slaves to work in technical jobs. This was to prevent them from sabotage, but also to keep humans out of contact with the expertise needed to rebel, and with the tens of thousands of workers in the shipyard all being goblin craftsmen, it's easy to imagine how prosperous the city would be.

"I don't know if it's enough!"

muttered to himself, feeling that he couldn't reach the standard of the local tyrant, Luo Zhengdao had a lot of space equipment on his body, and his long-term fugitive life made him develop the habit of storing small animals such as hamsters and squirrels. Every time I go out, I will stuff all kinds of materials into the space equipment, from ship materials for repairing warships to small needles and threads, none of which are not out of stock. Determined to give the goblins a center to blossom this time, Luo Zhengdao carefully counted the inventory on hand before he started, and sure enough, in response to the old saying that the book was in use, he suddenly found that the stock of stone pine spore powder and naphtha was slightly small.

Four hundred and fifty barrels of pine powder and two hundred barrels of naphtha are enough to blow up an ironclad ship into a puddle of unrecoverable metal slag, or raze a castle on a grand scale, but it is not enough to destroy the huge Hechuan shipyard or the entire city of Hechuan.

"Well, I don't have any inventory, the goblins should always have it in their arsenal!"

muttered a sentence with bad intentions, and Luo Zhengdao, who had always been black-hearted, quickly targeted the goblin Second Empire's own arms inventory. Although the lower reaches of the river were already in a war-torn situation, the troops under his command were fighting with goblins, and the situation in a military town like Hechuan, which was far away from the battlefield, was still quite stable. No matter how brave the human fleet besieging Grand Canal City in the lower reaches of the city and battling with the motley armies hired by the goblins, they couldn't rush this far. Unless the human fleet is twisted alive, it has to try what it is like to be cut off by the enemy, and then it will play some frog-jumping tactics in the hinterland of the enemy country.