On the vast Gobi Desert, a large number of labor-looking people are carrying stones in full swing, and a pure stone abutment has been erected not far away, standing there bare. A little farther away, there are fine masonry craftsmen who meticulously polish these abutments, piling them up to form arrow platforms nearly ten meters high.

Such a process is already quite difficult for ordinary people, and it is difficult to complete without the design of professionals. More importantly, the manpower and resources consumed in this desert are difficult to estimate in detail, and what can be obtained is too little and too little.

In short, it's a deal where the pay and the gain are not proportional at all.

But here, as far as the eye can see, there is one such arrow tower almost every tens of meters away, and then every third one is in the shape of a pin, forming a larger fret-shaped tower with other groups of arrow towers and extending into the distance.

The Gobi is endless, except for a few camel thorns growing tens of meters each and looking up at the sky, the rest is only sand and gravel. If the defense is done to such an extent in the surrounding circle, the opponent of any level will only need to look at it and give up all desire to attack.

"You're trying to make this place like a porcupine covered in thorns - what's the point of that? Who is your imaginary enemy? ”

A voice came from not far behind Zhao Gao, followed by footsteps standing at a relatively safe distance. can go deep into the old camp and get close to Zhao Gao, except for Lao Ba and Mai Linglong, only friends and foes are difficult to understand, but Zhao Gao is difficult to refuse.

It's been more than half a year since the last meeting.

Zhao Gao turned around, Lao Ba and Mai Linglong each had their own things to do, and they had no time to take care of this side for the time being, and the strategic intention to be achieved by the task of expanding outward could only be assured that Zhao Gao himself could complete it himself.

Faced with Honghua's question, he didn't answer, but stared at Honghua's slightly dim scepter, and asked slowly, "What about you, isn't the overall situation going well?" ”

"Alas...... maybe only you are right, my situation is really hard to explain." Honghua let out a long sigh, stepped forward a few steps and stood side by side with Zhao Gao, and then lay on the half-height fence of the arrow platform, although there was no gloom on his face, but the bleak meaning was already very obvious.

"It's hard to deal with the plot forces, this should be what you expected, it didn't go well, maybe you didn't find a suitable breakthrough." Zhao Gao turned his head and comforted him, but he didn't look at the peerless face. In fact, it is difficult to say where the beauty of safflower is, but no matter who is judged, the words "peerless beauty" are not enough to fully describe her temperament.

If I have to say, only Helen, who started the Trojan War, can show a little one in ten thousand of her.

"Yes, but it was more than all of us expected." Honghua gently stroked the hair hanging from her ear, circled it in a circle at random, and smiled bitterly, "It's not that it's not going well, but so far, there hasn't been any progress at all." ”

After speaking, she lay on the arrow platform again, looked at the place where the heaven and earth met in the distance, and continued: "I have participated in the epic Trojan War, even if it is the demigod Agamemnon and Achilles against Hector, or the battle between the invincible commander Auretus and the emperor Nebes when the Western Roman Empire fell, their actions can be regarded as traceable, no matter what the plot will have room for maneuver - and here, it seems that there is no gap for us at all. ”

Zhao Gao was dumbfounded.

The time of the two battles that Honghua said is calculated according to decades, and those who can tolerate a war of this scale must also be a high-level plot world. Honghua can carve out a world of her own, and her ability and wrist are absolutely unquestionable. However, the past does not mean the present, in this world, because of the lack of restrictions and constraints on the rules of the plot world, all historical figures and even plot characters will show their abilities to the extreme, and the abilities that burst out can no longer be simply measured by digital data.

Regarding this point, Zhao Gao had already seen it clearly in Sima Xiangru, who was not of a very high rank.

If these arbiters like Honghua still look at these historical figures with old eyes, then only after suffering a big loss will they have this kind of painful understanding.

In this world, there are no fools.

"You're right. I chose the Yongli Emperor Zhu Youlang, who was forced into Burma by Wu Sangui, and faced the Yongli regime that fused with the remnants of the Great Shun, the Burmese king Wadamu Mogang, and the self-proclaimed King of Zhou, Wu Sangui, these last forces, and the region was also far away from the core of the Central Plains. Can you believe it, it's been almost a year, and I've fought a few battles, winning and losing, but it doesn't mean anything, because until now, I've been stuck in the mountains where I was merging into the territory and not being able to get out! Honghua's tone was full of self-deprecation, and there was a bit of loneliness in these words, only she knew best.

Honghua said simply, but her actions were not imprudent, and there was still only such a result. It can be inferred from this that the situation of the remaining arbiters, even if it is better than that of the safflower, is absolutely limited.

"Yongli has the last bit of luck of the Ming Dynasty, and it is even more remarkable to get the profit of the Ming Dynasty in this plot world; Although Myanmar is a small country, it is also a vassal kingdom of successive dynasties, and its hundred years of accumulation should not be underestimated; As for Wu Sangui, not to mention that the strong period almost forced Kangxi to the end of the mountains and rivers, just the Guanning Iron Cavalry under his command once dominated the world. It's great that you're able to stay out of front of these people. Zhao Gao not only did not laugh at him, but showed an expression of admiration. This is not a deliberate compliment, even if this place is replaced by Zhao Gao, there will not be much room for display.

"It's so hard!" Honghua didn't answer, but shook her head to herself. Compared to these plot forces, the territory that the arbiters integrate into is too small, and the consumption that can afford it is too small.

Not to mention anything else, after a battle, a group of people killed and injured in the plot force can be replenished quickly, but the output of the arbiter's territory is limited, and it takes a lot of time to accumulate.

"What about you, there are no enemies around at all, you make such a defense, even if you have the support of territorial resources, it is difficult to maintain it for a long time, what is it for?" It is not easy for Honghua to come out once, Zhao Gao once gave her much more authority than the rest of the people, and this development route has lasted for more than half a year, which she has never understood.

"Farming, what else can you do!" Zhao Gao smiled and looked at the place where the Gobi and the territory met not far behind him, a few sandy fields had been thinly carved out and planted with extremely low-yield barley.

The tender green seedlings have just emerged timidly, and the whole is only half an inch long, probably because of the lack of water and fertilizer, and even the soil is only a layer on the surface, and the edges of the leaves are sickly burnt yellow, curled up against the ground and growing tenaciously.

Such a congenital deficiency, even if it can barely grow into a result, the output of grain is only a few tenths compared with the Central Plains, and the effort to fight against nature is dozens of times that of the former. In Honghua's view, it is simply like those arrow towers, where the pay and the gain are completely disproportionate.

From a strategic point of view, a plunder of a small tribe not far from the grassland can reap such a tenfold profit, and such a business has no value!

The only thing that made Honghua suspicious was that Zhao Gao's smile was too bright, so bright that the strong sunlight on the Gobi could not hide the warmth in it. She didn't ask any more, but looked far ahead, watching the blood-red afterglow of the setting sun on the ground.

PS: It's more like a hard-working little bee.