Mining was resumed, and the financial crisis was immediately alleviated. At first, he still mined four truckloads of ore a day, earning 400 yuan.

In the last attack crisis, the weakness of the armed forces was exposed, so the barracks are now always in a state of military formation. The speed at which a single army can be built is limited, and a more effective way to speed up the explosion is to increase the number of new barracks, but this requires investment. Fighting a war is actually burning money, and Liang Hong wants to expand the scale of mining as soon as possible to make more money, so he needs mine carts even more.

On March 5th, the Weapons Workshop finally built a mining wagon, and with the previous repair of the damaged minecart, the four miners could easily cope with open-pit blasting. In addition, two copycat minecarts were made from the captured horses, which were driven by soldiers and more often used to transport ore. As a result, the ore smelter also reached its production limit, smelting ten truckloads of ore per day and earning 1,000 yuan.

After that, Liang Hong tried to build a building far away from the base for the first time, and built a new barracks at a distance of one kilometer to the limit that could be shown in the bronze mirror. With the arrival of the new barracks in the south, a new mode has been added to the switchable interface in the mirror, the Global View, with smaller icons for all buildings and more areas of the map covered in black. Those black areas, representing uncharted territory where there are currently no buildings, cannot be explored by the system.

The newly built barracks allow the buildable area to be extended to the south, while also allowing for a rapid increase in the speed at which troops can be built. It used to take a day to build soldiers, but it only took half a day for two barracks. The income from mining in the mine stabilized to 1,000 yuan per day, except for the barracks to continue to build troops at full capacity, and then, Liang Hong continued to build most of the remaining funds. Every two days, new barracks are built to the limit of one kilometer further south, and as a result, the buildable area is gradually approaching the mines, and the base is producing soldiers at an increasing rate.

On March 22, the 10th barracks owned by Liang Hong was completed, and the building area has been extended to the edge of the mine. Further southwest, close to the hilly landscape, it is not possible to build base buildings in mountainous areas. At the limit closest to the mine, the ore smelter was chosen, and Liang Hong estimated that with this distance, the horse-drawn carriage transporting the ore could run five times a day.

On the grasslands, bison and antelope have long been frightened away. Even the most ferocious predators know that this area is dangerous, and that the long tubes in human hands can shoot deadly projectiles.

"Flat-end rifles, aim straight ahead."

Forty soldiers lined up, following Liang Hong's command, standing with their guns and aiming. Unlike a normal end gun, each rifle has sandbags tied to a rope.

Now, Liang Hong has hundreds of soldiers under him, and he has organized them into a squad of ten people and a platoon of four squads. Every day one platoon was on duty to guard the base and the mine, and he personally commanded the training of the remaining two platoons.

After the last battle, Liang Hong found that the soldiers created by the system were just recruits with primary training. The 100-meter fixed target can achieve excellent shooting, but at longer distances and moving target shooting, the recruits are mediocre. In addition, the number of subordinates increases, and team coordination between them becomes necessary.

At present, the subject of this platoon training is to base the gun, improve the stability of the end gun, which is the basis for accurate shooting, and can also improve the soldier's ability to continue fighting. Looking at his watch and remembering the start time, Liang Hong walked to another row of soldiers who were resting.

"Stand up!"

Seeing Liang Hong coming over, the first zero in charge of management issued an order, and a row of soldiers sitting on the ground quickly stood up and lined up in a neat line. Strong discipline is the characteristic of systematic soldiers, and from the perspective of products, it also represents standardization under a high degree of industrial civilization. Fortunately, the face shape and height of the soldiers created by the system fluctuate randomly within a certain range, and he will not be able to face a group of identical humanoid moving stakes.

"Report to the commander, the second platoon is complete."

A zero one took a step forward and reported the military salute.

Very well, the military salute was finally changed to palm down. The system soldier has a certain learning ability, for example, the one who has followed him for the longest time, shoots moving targets significantly better than others. Also, after getting along for a long time, this guy is not as overly silent as he was at the beginning. Liang Hong basically used Jia Lingyi as a deputy, and now what he lacks most is not soldiers, but officers. The newly created system soldiers have limited organizational capabilities, so at present, apart from centralized training, they are all performing tasks in squads.

The second platoon has just undergone high-intensity physical training, and after resting, they will conduct long-range live firing.

In terms of training subjects, Liang Hong drew up a training program with reference to the methods of the later army, and in addition to arranging targeted basic training, there was also daily live-ammunition target training. Emphasis was placed on training for long-range shooting at 300 meters and shooting at moving targets. The effective range of black powder bullets is usually three or four hundred meters, the Martini Henry rifle is 370 meters, and the Mauser 1871 ruler is far away, but the actual effective range is not more than five hundred meters. What he pursues is to fire the enemy first and hit the enemy at a long distance.

Suddenly, a fast horse galloped in the distance, and the knight on horseback was wearing a gray military uniform, which Liang Hong recognized as his patrol ranger. He had more than 20 horses in his hand, and he went out on patrol every day, going out to guard up to 20 kilometers, in order to prevent a sudden sneak attack.

What happened? He stopped, and soon the rider came closer.

"It is reported that a small force of cavalry approaching from the east, numbering twenty-two, the first two of whom call themselves the chieftain of the Nama and the chief of the Griqua, to meet the commander."

The chieftains of the Nama and Griqua, what did they come for? actually came together, which surprised Liang Hong. More than twenty days had passed since the defensive battle, and he had built a new barracks, blasted troops with all his might, and sent out ranger patrols, all of which meant to prevent the Griqua from attacking again.

"Get people out of base."

He commanded the rangers. Now the base in his mouth no longer refers only to the bluestone bunker, but more often refers to the area inside the fence. Seeing that the cavalry remounted and went away, he shouted orders to the soldiers who were training.

"Assemble, close."

Two platoons of eighty soldiers quickly assembled and the whole team withdrew into the base fence.

Led by the patrol rangers, the group came to the outside of the base.

The chubby Kota, the Nama chieftain of the North Transvaal Plateau, looked curiously at the fenced complex in front of him. The First World War more than 20 days ago had already caused a sensation among the surrounding tribes, and everyone was asking what the origin of this group of people who suddenly appeared, the Boers who went north to open up, or the British who had never penetrated everywhere. As a result, nothing is known except that he is a yellow race.

"What a grand building!"

Kota sighed, pointing to the temple not far away.

"Hmph"

Val, who was beside him, snorted heavily with his nose, expressing the resentment in his heart. He was the chieftain of the northern Griqua people, and the battle with the mysterious outsiders caused the Griqua people to suffer heavy losses, and completely ruined the honor of the Griqua people.

"Old Val, you are past the age of your prime, and for the sake of the children's future, we need friends, not powerful enemies."

Kota exhorted, with a hint of reproach in his words. They have been friends for decades, and the two communities are long-time allies, having fought together against the Boers and Ngoni together, and there is a strong blood relationship between the two communities. For the Griqua people to take the initiative to resent the strong enemy, Cota has a lot of complaints in his heart.