"Whew." Pillemon set his shovel aside and stepped on the paved gravel under his feet. "Everyone's worked hard, this is today's salt drink. Remember to put the bottle back when you're done—" Behind him, Wang Kang, the Chinese foreman in charge of their engineering team, pushed a trolley with three drink racks stacked on top of each other.

Unlike other shirtless workers, Wang Kang also wore a white vest with a bit of stains, which made him particularly eye-catching among the engineering team.

"Line up, take it slowly, it's all there, don't worry......" Wang Kang looked at the gravel paving results of the road section with satisfaction, and muttered to the workers holding salt soda in front of him.

As the temperature continues to soar, the sweat of workers in specific positions is also accelerating. The builders, decorators, and porters in the new city were treated to an adequate supply of salt soda and sugar. This is not to say that the decision-makers in the new city are overflowing, but that inorganic salts and blood sugar do affect the productivity and personal safety of these heavy laborers. Of course, in their eyes, these soda and sugar, and the person who handed them them, seemed to radiate a dazzling conscience.

Sweat slid down the curve of his arm muscles and into the crevices of the gravel beneath Pilemon's feet. He refused to fill the sweet and cool soda all at once, but let the bubbles spread in his mouth one by one.

This is one of the sections of the outer ring road of the new city under construction. The outer ring road around the new city will encircle all the population centers that originally existed in the surrounding area, and eventually use them as nodes to start a new round of urbanization in the western area of Elta. "If you want to get rich, build roads first." This sentence is the basic law for economic development whether it is in the Xianxia world, the cultivation world, or the current magic world and the scientific and technological world of the original plane.

By this time, the construction team of Pilemon had completed the backfilling of a section of the roadbed, and the laborers who had excavated the integrated pipe network canals and drainage ditches in front of them and excavated the soft soil originally used for planting crops out of the roadbed ditch were the prisoners of war of the Bimonthly Western Expedition who had just come down from the battlefield.

They toiled between the poles and electronic shackle beacons, and next to them were the "foremen" with tasers and fingers on the trigger guard. That's all? It's not over yet. As soon as the probes of the electronic shackles peel off their skin, or the wearer runs out of range of the beacon, an alarm sounds in the distant riot truck. Within three minutes, if the prisoners of war were not electrocuted and dung, they would have been harvested with a few strands of iron peanut.

Shaved, they could reflect sunlight at any angle, and at the moment they were sneaking a glimpse of the Elta laborers who were drinking soda. They also want to drink the drink that was once sent to Hilqi at a high price...... A bottle of good stuff is worth the price of a villa, and the road builders of Elta actually drink whatever they want! Their boss actually - whatever you want! If it weren't for the foremen outside the pit, they would have wanted to take a few more looks, and they would have quenched their thirst. Unfortunately, the pipe network under their feet has not reached the predetermined depth at all, and even if they look up a few more times and be lazy, they may eat electric batons. Of course, at a predetermined depth they dig another trench...... After digging the ditch in the west, go to the east, and after digging the ditch, there will be coal mines, and after digging the coal mines, there will be iron mines......

Compared with the "labor reform" of the two groups of prisoners of war in Elta, it was "labor" that greeted these invaders. Sorry, didn't change. No matter how good your attitude is in confessing your guilt, it is useless to have made a great contribution during the labor period. Unless you send a ransom according to the official rank according to the notice, you will have at least fifteen years, digging sand, digging coal, reclamation, digging river ditches, and the stage is as big as you can gallop. Have an official rank? The ransom is increased, and the working hours are rising step by step. The commander of the Thousand Commanders, captured in the first battle, had already served for a staggering forty-five years. And neither the ransom nor the deadline were told to him - it would not be good to let such a good labor force and high-priced meat ticket commit suicide, thanks to it. This pain should be left to his family. They were only told to serve a five-year sentence, as for after five years? That's to find another reason for everyone to add five years together. You don't need to add more, the least number of people can add twice and be free.

After digging the trench in the embankment in front, the Erta laborers, who backfilled the gravel, took over the work of their predecessors, always inflicting great mental damage on the prisoners of war of the Bilunar Church who continued to dig the trench further ahead. Laugh at their bald heads and criticize their work...... Even the instinctive disgust of these invaders slapped the already dry nerves of the prisoners of war along the same language.

Half a month ago, they had already laid down their weapons and taken off their armor and were tied with their backhands, and a string of five people crossed the main road of Shield City in embarrassment under the siege of stinky vegetable tails and spittle, and children peeing on the roof.

When they left the city and left the garbage hell, they were greeted by a water dragon that cleansed their bodies. Thinking that they could be properly housed or used for the exchange of prisoners of war with the strength of the Bilunar Church, they got off the bus and saw the entrance to another city.

The city's tall buildings are no less impressive than the temples built on the main island of Lancas. Among the prisoners of war, the hearts of those who understood were tight, the first parade was for the Elta people, and the next parade was for those visitors from the other world who really had the ability to defeat them.

Rotten vegetable gangs, saliva strips of rotten eggs did not gush out of the buildings and shops. The caucasians, the natives of Elta, put on hateful glances on the window frames, and made obscene and insulting gestures on the window frames—their superiors, their bosses, and their teachers did not allow them to throw away the debris—the falling objects were cool for a while, and in the end it was the municipal government that suffered, so don't trouble the working comrades.

After a continuous parade through the streets, the tail of a five-man team collapsed overwhelmed, gasping for air on the ground. The people of Elta, who were shouting slogans, saw this scene and instantly turned into laughter, and the laughter echoed in the reinforced concrete room, and soon reverberated among the buildings and jungles. The POWs of the Western Expeditionary Army simply could not perceive the source of the laughter, yes. Except for the ground beneath their feet, disdainful, mocking laughter rang out in all directions.

These losers probably didn't think that there could be more terrible scenes than these vitriolic laughter. Passing by the entrance of the customs and border inspection complex of the new city of Elta, they finally saw a group of yellow people—those visitors from other worlds. All kinds of black eyes stared at them in their sockets, not touched at all, no ridicule or hatred, some just human beings looking down on the little insects......

Many of them will never forget the look in their eyes. The eyes of these visitors from the other world can sum up everything they see and what they come into contact with that they cannot understand. In their eyes, the Twin Moons Church that rules the world? It's just a colony nest. What can the bug do to the Otherworldly Visitors and the Eltas? Not stepping on death is a great blessing - it may be only when they are forced to kneel in front of the remains of the five fallen to apologize for their sins, and they may truly realize their own insignificance and Elta's determination to carry this war through to the end.

Pilemon didn't care what the poor bastard, who was still shoveling dirt in the ditch, would think of when he looked at it. He was more concerned that although he sat and savored the taste of salt soda and juice slowly, unlike the stupid big man next to him, this bottle was not enough for him to stuff his teeth. Almost 100 percent of the workers complained that they were not enough to drink, even though the capacity of the new city beverage factory had been reduced to 500 milliliters, which is uncommon in glass bottles. Is the next step to provide thermoses? If Pilemon knew about the factory director's idea, he would probably be dancing happily.

The same is a sale of physical strength, and Pilemon is still alive and well. The working hours of the road repair team are different from those of other units, with two days out of three days and one day off. Although it is said that it is sunrise on both days, you must gather for work, and it is not necessary to go to the cafeteria for dinner with your hungry family until sunset. That doesn't sound good, and while Pillmont earns enough money for the rest of the three to eat, it sounds like a lot of work to keep the two dolls at home and left to be cared for by his wife. Compared with the past, when the family worked in the fields together, this "construction site" could not bring family members, let alone let the dolls play beside them, which really shortened the distance between the family.

But it was a good holiday, and Pilemon was able to take the two bear children and their mother out on the streets. The eldest son is very fond of the fried tofu on East Street, and the younger daughter is very fond of the marshmallows that look like clouds. The family talked and laughed and spent the day like this.

Pilemon placed the bottle on the shelf and wiped the sweat with the towel around his neck. Nearly half a year has passed in the blink of an eye, from arriving in this city, which was still a frame at the time, to living in a temporary dormitory made of plastic steel plates, and now living in a building with separate rooms after becoming a regular worker. The stone-made yards and wooden houses that had no character in the village and were the same as those of the other homes had long since disappeared with the whole village - if it were not for the fact that there was a vacant space in the middle of the endless field for the harvesting and sowing machines, Pilemon would not have discovered the location of the village. Naturally, they also had a feeling of homesickness with a steady stream of rents, but not only Pilermont, but everyone, the weavers, construction workers, soldiers, mechanized peasants who decided to renew their jobs after the beginning of spring...... People from all walks of life, from earth repairers to all walks of life, have come to realize that they can no longer break away from such a good life and "remember the bittersweet ones".

When the rest time came, Wang Kang pushed the car and flew away, and everyone got up consciously. The sun is still firmly in the corner of the sky, and today's work is not over! Pillemon put the towel away and began to backfill the trench with gravel.