The conditions of that way of life were too harsh.

"Defend Garcia from falling" - those who are not familiar with the terrain of Elta and the current situation of the war will only think that it is a capital. Relying on the high walls and heavy troops that the capital generally has, how can it be lost?

This sentence is just a reference. If all the outlying cities of Garcia are lost and the waterways are blocked, what will happen to the defenders inside the city? There was plenty of food outside, enough to surround Rucha and his men into the next century.

The meaning of this sentence is at least to let Ouffel Mondrich hold Garcia and the outer cities so that they will not be surrounded.

However, the news in front of Rucha is not very rosy - even if the ultimatum is still on the way, the day is not far off when the capital Garcia will have to confront Cierta troops.

Sierta was working on a road project connecting the country to the overseas military station, so much so that the spies of the Bi-Moon Church were also involved - although he could not do anything under the bright bayonets and the patrols that dotted the construction site, it was still possible to get some information out.

However, there was not just one, but many spies who had infiltrated it. They didn't go to the same site in tandem, but many of them were mixed in with church spies...... However, neither the military nor the temporary office in charge of the project said that it did not matter - it was not necessarily a bad thing to let the spies get the word out while they were working as basic laborers, and for this reason the military archives took the opportunity of disrupting the engineering team to put the spies in a group of all soldiers, who had of course been specially trained not to startle the dear guests.

There are just too many construction sites. The strongholds left behind by the Western Expeditionary Army were to be converted into front-line stations, which were also connected by roads - especially along the Minerva River, where river transportation became an important support point, and it was obviously much easier to extend a supply line from here than directly from the territory of Cierta. Of course, the front-line military station, which has completed the hardening of the ground and the laying of infrastructure, can be converted into a support point for the agricultural area in the future, so the amount of work will be increased accordingly.

Unexpectedly, the road construction site on the front line not only attracted many Elta people who had been forced to hide in the mountains and villages by the Western Expeditionary Army, but also recruited many magicians of the Western Expeditionary Army who had no food to eat and did not dare to go west to the east.

In order to mix a mouthful of food, even the wand and robe were buried in a place, leaving only the rags and rags of the Western Expeditionary Army's magicians lower than the average warrior's combat effectiveness - at least the warrior can play fists and kicks without a sword, and the magician has no wand - or has a wand without a magic powder, which is worse than those farmers and hunters who crawl in the mountains and forests.

This weakness has exposed their identities on construction sites such as roads, bridges, and docks. After a few months of suffering, although the Elta people have become darker and thinner, they can still carry cement bags, push two-wheeled bucket trucks, and turn over cement slurry. On the other hand, some of the magicians who mixed in couldn't even hold a shovel filled with sand or couldn't grasp it...... Carrying a cement bag and walking a few steps, he cried and called his mother, and even the cart was a section slower than others.

In the days before the supply was secured, the engineering team, except for the workers who had been transferred directly from Cierta, the local requisitioned workers all lived on compressed dry food with frozen vegetables - a "big meal" of compressed dry food thrown into a large pot and vegetables boiled, and at most ten people with two eggs was a delicacy for the bitter haha, so much so that soldiers had to be called in to maintain order in the queue when the meal was served. At this time, you only need to look at who is weak, with a capital letter engraved on his face, and who is covering his stomach for a while, and you can distinguish the bitter haha from the magicians who are mixed in. How can they, who are accustomed to eating big fish and meat, or at least fine noodles, understand the teeth of the toiling masses sandwiched between the front line of Sierta and the serfs in the areas under their control?

Their characteristics were so obvious that it didn't take long for all of these "slackers" to be placed in "tailor-made" groups for them, with someone in charge of overseeing the work.

"Sixteen! Say what about you! Get up for me! "The Elta Army soldier who serves as an overseer will naturally not be the slightest merciful because the person in front of him is a magician." If you don't get up, your group won't have anything to eat at noon! Fifteenth, don't you persuade him?

Fifteen, Lemochachels, to be exact, kicked the sand at his men—the sandbags on his shoulders were heavy, and if he really bent his knees to "persuade" Quake, the sixteenth who was now crouching on the ground, panting against a cement bag full of sand, he probably wouldn't have gotten up.

"You kid hurry up, because if you can't eat, you'll be miserable!" Seeing that the grains of sand were rushing to the top of Quake's head, he still looked like no one was around, and the overseer next to him was getting closer and closer with a wicked smile, and Lemochachels had to interrupt the rhythm of his breathing and curse.

This lot called for the construction of a simple signal tower base station on a nearby hill. The tower can be lifted by helicopter, so who will carry the cement, bricks, sandbags, and even steel bars needed for the base? Of course, it's our comrade magician of the Western Expeditionary Army.

The soldier who was the overseer was fully aware of the identities of the workers in the small groups in front of him. The order he received was also very simple - put away the mercy and let these bastards do what the other workers could not do, or else punish them.

There are many types of penalties. For example, the next day they have to get up earlier than everyone else, and then continue to talk and laugh with the previous day and the previous night's work; For example, if the sandbags they carried to the top of the mountain today are not enough to reach the number of tasks, then they must continue to work until they are done. Of course, they couldn't eat the pancakes, luncheon meat, and even the fresh meat they had when they were treated—and no one would leave them a mouthful, at most just a pitiful few pieces of compressed dry food that they threw into the pot after the end of the day. After all, the fat that these magicians have cultivated for many years is there, who will you cut if you don't cut it?

Probably thinking that it was more tight to have no food to eat, and it was estimated that he could only mix the pancakes and have no meat when he went late, and the fourth group of No. 16 laborer Quake straightened his waist against the bag with his eyes full of gold stars.

"That's right, we workers have power! Do your best, you'll have meat to eat tonight!" The overseer soldier didn't know whether to say a word of mockery or praise.

"What do you see? You also want to have no food tonight? Let's go! At that moment, another group of laborers climbed up from the fourth group parked on the road, and these laborers simply tilted their heads slightly to the right before being angrily reprimanded by the overseers behind them.

Catching up from the back steps was the fifth group. However, the overseer of the fifth group cursed and handed the overseer of the fourth group a cigarette to the overseer of the fourth group standing by the steps.

"Hey, these lazy thieves...... Platoon commander, you've worked hard. ”

"It's all said, don't call me platoon commander here." The four groups of supervisors took the cigarette and took out the lighter with the other hand - his subordinate did not have a platoon commander's commemorative lighter, and he needed a match to light the cigarette, so he had to use the platoon commander's lighter to help him light the cigarette. The price is also easy, a cigarette of the cheapest brand "Unity" will do. "How much did your group do today?"

"At least two more trips." The five groups of overseers took a deep breath, "These rabbit cubs are grinding and grinding, and they have calculated the right place to eat." Nothing else, lazy is the fastest learner. ”

The two slowly climbed up the group. They didn't have to worry that the "laborers" would run away - the contract had been made, and anyone who reported it would be rewarded if they didn't do it within the agreed time - in other words, everyone was expecting a runaway in the ranks, and they would be the first to report it.

"Won't you give them a lecture later?" The platoon commander spat out a smoke ring and smiled wickedly. "Originally, I had to make a summary or something after doing it every day, but we had to make them realize that they were lazy because they missed the last shift—"

The conversation that was deliberately lowered by the two of them could not reach the ears of the former magicians at all, and the few abrupt words were blown away by the mountain wind as soon as they were far away.

"Platoon commander, you are really good! So it's decided...... By the way, platoon commander, how many trips do you have here? ”

"One trip." The platoon commander grinds the cigarette butts on the ground, and only after the sparks are completely extinguished do they put them in a bag around his waist -- if they are littered, they must be handed over for review, and even more so in the field. This habit has long been forced to develop at the cost of their future, and anyone who wants to flick their fingers must think about the rest of their lives.

"I'll rub it, you will really poison the working people! Platoon commander, I really didn't see that you were such a person......"

"Don't be lazy in front! Think of your meat! He smiled and continued to trot to catch up with the group, "What do they eat at night without hitting them hard?" Eating mush like your group? People always have to give some hope. ”

The migrant workers at the top of the mountain know the bottom line about these poor people who are carrying on the work every day. They could all sit together at night and watch the magical thing called "TV" with the staff from Elta, except for these strange wretches. The same goes for dinner, no matter how much they do, the overseers and foremen in charge of them will always ask them to set aside time in advance to arrange their tools and prepare for the meal - to make sure that everyone is basically in place before cooking.

And these most tired porters always drag their tired bodies to the canteen, and no one will wait for them. Even if there is food left over today, some people will arrange it for the night shift workers or directly to the Erta migrant workers who are doing heavy labor today - it is quite a bit of "I would rather be a domestic slave than an outsider". On more than one occasion, many migrant workers have seen these guys, who are getting thinner and thinner, and no longer have fine skin and tender meat, eating the same mush as when they first arrived...... It can be said that in addition to the abundance of medicine, these intruders who try to fish in troubled waters are still unable to escape justice.