The grain depot was not built in depth, and in fact Mandsville's construction technology could not dig the foundation too deep and ensure that the waterproofing layer was stable. After walking down for about ten or twenty meters, I arrived at the underground granary.

The Mandsville power plant was the focus of the first wave of air raids on the AC-130 gunboats, and after being damaged by a large number of incendiary bombs, the electrically powered turrets were shut down, otherwise the Crusaders would have been subjected to more intense return fire. The remaining generator sets were salvaged and only supplied to the grain depot and the city government fortress.

"Sir......" The patrol stopped and saluted the One with a Thousand Faces. All is well, what is the command?"

"Open the No. 2 grain silo and I'm going to check the grain reserves." The Black Flag soldiers stationed their camp here, and naturally the Thousand Faces were in charge of the grain depot, and the patrol soldiers quickly retreated, escorting the captured Mandsville engineers, under the double threat of guns and family, bread and freedom were a matter of no choice at all. The townspeople quickly got used to the arrival of the conquerors, and the survivors did not even resist, because they understood that there was no good end to rebellion.

The Crusaders were using the blade grains stored in the No. 1 grain silos, this extremely tough mutant wild wheat became the main crop after the war, the sowing to harvest ratio was about one to three, similar to the extremely backward agricultural technology of the Middle Ages, no, this land is no longer the black soil that humans are familiar with, hurricanes can blow away hundreds of millions of tons of soil at a time can not severely damage agriculture, a bomb can make a land with a radius of tens of miles barren and barren for thousands of years.

The floodgates were opened, no dust was falling, and it was evident that there was constant surveillance, and the Thousand Faces approached the huge water tower-shaped grain silos, which were built around these grain towers that had been placed more than ten meters high in advance, and Simon glanced at the altimeter, which was frozen at full capacity. One grain tower preserves a hundred tons of shelled grains, while the same tower has thirty.

People consume much more calories in winter to maintain their body temperature than in summer, society now does not support idlers, every laborer must support himself, earn three meals a day on the production line, and the city wall is just a fence to defend against wolves outside the farm. An adult needs 1,500 kcal to 2,000 kcal per day

In this state, the total amount of food consumed by 20,000 citizens of Mandsville, including non-staple food and alcohol, is generally about one kilogram per day, and the number of hunters, farmers, and soldiers standing guard out of the city is doubled. That is, Mandsville has to eat 20 tons of food a day, and the nuclear winter has been extended early, from the end of October to April of the following year, it is winter, and it is impossible to harvest grain for six months, and even if it is saved, it will take 3,000 tons of grain to survive this winter. This year is a good year, and with the small amount of accumulation and purchase over the years, there are more than 5,000 tons of various food reserves in the Mandsville grain depot.

The Gun-Gun Knight had captured Mandsville, and if he didn't want to wipe out all 20,000 citizens, he would have to feed them, even if the air raids, street fighting, and post-war looting and massacres halved the population of Mandsville and wiped out all citizens who were unfit to be slaves, but the Crusaders made up the gap. The Black Flag armored soldiers and servant soldiers of an armored battalion are more than two thousand, and the total number of people may be six or seven thousand, including the larger descendant troops assembled by the Gunners, the miscellaneous army, and the wilderness outcasts recruited along the road. These are all men in the prime of life, the kind who dare to mutiniate if they don't give food. Thinking about a winter with plenty of money on hand, some people are destined to be erased.

"Are there rats?" The floodgates fell, and it was taboo to use hands and feet on military rations, and the man with a thousand faces chatted casually, and the leader of the patrol respectfully handed over the cigarette and said, "Mouse? The brothers were fond of rats. ”

The rats they were talking about were certainly not annoying pre-war creatures with shaggy gray and black fur, and to be honest, it was definitely a good thing to have a mouse at this time, which meant a meal in the evening. The rats they refer to are outsiders who try to get their hands on it and steal rations, including crusaders who are not Black Flag soldiers.

"That's good." The Man with a Thousand Faces waved off the patrol, and the gate behind them was painted with bright red characters - "Frozen Meat 031", and they had reached the end of the granary.

"Now I can answer your question." The two consciously hide in the shadows of the corner, typical surveillance blind spots. The Man of the Thousand Faces glanced at the guards at the grain depot who were moving away.

"You've known earlier that the official Hydra in Steel City is all gone

, Mandsville's value has been squeezed dry, and I naturally don't need to keep it, but ......" The Thousand Faces thumb poked the skull insignia on Simon's tactical suit in turn.

"We're in a war, a war between Steel City and the Crusaders, a war against the Empire, and if we lose, we'll be back at the negotiating table ten years ago, oh, you should still be crouching in some corner and dormant, Fort Kent Vault, right? Killing the Gun Knight will take the pressure off the Iron Army, and besides, this is your chance. ”

"The commitment depends on your personal contribution to Hydra, don't think that I have given you a task beyond your reach, to be a Hydra, we are not mortal, so the standards of mortals cannot be applied to us."

Simon suddenly felt his heart constrict, as if he was being held tightly, and for a moment the palpitations almost knocked him down, and the Thousand Faces watched Simon gasp with satisfaction. "What did you do to me?" Simon angrily squeezed words out of his lips.

"It's nothing, I've just activated it a little, the toxin lurking in your Hydra blood." Simon's ordinary fighting kung fu was easily broken by the Thousand Faces, who stabbed Simon's wrist and oozing a drop of black and purple blood.

"Hydra has been around for a long time than you think, you may have wondered why Hydra only has such a small number of people, the world's resources are so small, a stage can accommodate a limited number of actors, and those stars who get attention before they go on stage must give people greater expectations." The One with a Thousand Faces put away his coercion, and saw Simon's pupils constantly switching back and forth between steel, blue, gray, and white.

"When you accept Morfin's gift, you should have thought of Hydra's special affection for you, and I spent a winter driving the Crusaders to attack Mandsville, and the sweetest fruit was presented to His Majesty the High King, and the rest was given to the younger generations.

Two lines of nosebleeds gushed out, and the violent muscle spasms directly suppressed Simon's actions. The Man of a Thousand Faces leaned over and ignored it, and it was a luxury for Hydra to have affection in his eyes. "If you don't come back from the task within the time limit, well, the muscle toxin won't kill you, but will cripple you, and at that point, I guess Morfin has already picked a new male pet."

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