North of Golden Gallen Harbor.

In a barren red earth, a large army is carrying billowing dust, marching in the direction of Golden Gallen Harbor.

Among them were trucks, motorcycles, and three jumpers, all in desert paint, clustered in the middle of a column of soldiers.

In addition to this, there are several wasteland-laden open-top off-road vehicles, as well as towed artillery towed in the back of the truck.

Objectively speaking, they were much stronger in terms of firepower and mobility than the city defense army, which had only a few 100 guns, and the soldiers looked more well-trained.

But compared to the "Tooth" clan of the bone-chewing tribe that was once beaten by the alliance, it is probably on par with the level, and even less than the latter.

However, there is no need for tanks here.

Although Borneo province is mostly plain, there are few decent roads, especially the flood-prone alluvial plains near the port of Golden Gallon.

These light vehicles alone are already quite struggling to move. If you really drive the tank here, I'm afraid you won't be able to drive far before it breaks down.

Seeing this, the surrounding survivors with baskets on their backs and baskets of earth on their arms avoided one after another, and cast awe-inspiring glances at the fluttering twin sword flags and gray wolf flags.

"It's the Gray Wolf Army!"

"Your Majesty has finally made a move."

"I don't know which one is better than them, or Iron Man."

Some of the werewolf paupers prostrate themselves on the ground praying, looking up at the pride of the tribe and muttering in a majestic and hoarse voice.

「…… The invincible gray wolves of the wasteland, they swarm in groups, like the wind and sand that sweep by, and rain down death on the enemy."

There are also people with a greedy green light in their eyes.

As long as there is a war, people will die.

When the time comes, you can pick up two pants and go back, so that a few more people can go out to scavenge for waste, or go to the Governor's plantation to skim sugar cane.

At this moment, the soldier-like General Alayan was sitting in an open-top off-road vehicle, his eyes slightly squinting in the direction of the Golden Gallen Harbor.

As early as the beginning of General Abinan's defeat, he noticed the situation in the port of Golden Gallen, but he did not dare to act rashly without His Majesty's order.

What if it was His Majesty's instructions to put the Alliance ashore?

Or what if His Majesty intends to solve the problem by other means?

These are all things that cannot be said well, let alone guessed. Alayan had never been to the Alliance, but he had lived in the Borneo province for more than thirty years, and he knew the nature of the Witch Pack. The most taboo thing for that adult is not that his subordinates mess things up or are not smart enough, but that people who shouldn't have brains have brains, and people who shouldn't have eyes have eyes.

It is precisely for this reason that he chose to wait, and at the same time sent several scouts disguised as civilians into the city, while collecting information about those "iron men", while inquiring about the whereabouts of the governor of Nihak, while waiting for orders from Tiandu.

Now that the telegram from Tiandu had finally arrived, Alayan immediately gave the order without saying a word, and ordered the gray wolf army, which had already completed the preparations for the march, to advance in the direction of the front line.

Although he and his men were still nearly seventy or eighty kilometers away from the port of Golden Gallen, he basically knew the situation there well. Sitting next to him, Staff Officer Gopal spread out the map on his lap, pointed to the two lines drawn, and said in a relaxed tone.

「…… The Coalition's defence at the port of Golden Gallen is currently based on the Doge's Palace and Camp Lowell, and it would be much more beneficial for us to find a way to pull out one of them."

After a pause, he pointed his index finger on the map.

"Personally, I think Camp Lowell is a good breakthrough, it's just a mob of people who have just touched a gun, and there are dozens of Coalition instructors at most, as long as we take it, we can in turn mobilize the slaves who have been rebelled by the Alliance to our advantage."

The adjutant sitting in the passenger seat turned around and asked.

"Why they're used for us, I think it's good enough that they don't cause trouble."

Gopal smiled faintly and said lightly.

"It's simple, we give it to them

What the Alliance can't give, in addition to restoring their status as free people, we can also allow them to burn and loot in specific urban areas as a reward for them."

Except for Tulip Street, which is surrounded by knights all the way, they really can't touch the big people there, but other urban areas or streets that have been controlled by the alliance can always pick out a few that are a little oily.

It doesn't matter if you can't squeeze oil and water, people themselves can be used as a trophy.

When the war is over, just snap on a hat and beat the survivors who helped the alliance into criminals, and then hand them over to the wild dogs to deal with.

They don't have to spend a penny for it.

You can even take a cut of the loot that was legitimately snatched. Alayan narrowed his eyes slightly, and after thinking for a moment, pointed out the problems in the plan.

"But most of them are from the Moon Clan, and the other races are probably less than thirty percent."

The segregation of the Moon people was a decision of His Majesty, and they had no right to advocate for the restoration of their freedmen status.

This is a matter of principle.

As if guessing that the general would ask this, Gopal said with a faint smile.

"It's just that to stabilize them with this kind of argument, I didn't say that we must honor them, or we can ask Your Majesty for a special pardon for them, re-register them as rat-people or snake-people or something, or even give them a new surname and a new faith, it's not that difficult."

If Your Majesty doesn't agree, it's okay, just dispose of those who have run out.

While a carload of people was talking and laughing, the large force had already arrived at the northern outskirts of the port of Jingallen, and the battle formations quickly moved to the predetermined combat positions and stationed them.

A full five teams of 10,000 people spread out on a front less than 20 kilometers wide, encircling this settlement, and there was a posture of black clouds crushing the city and wanting to destroy it.

Five teams of 10,000 people is indeed not a small number.

Pulling it to the eastern provinces can even be regarded as a settlement of considerable size.

But Alayan remains cautious.

Even though the intelligence showed that the enemy army was less than 1,000 men, and had just been consumed by the city defense army, he still did not let his soldiers rush in, but ordered his adjutant to take people to the vicinity to catch some coolies, and dug anti-artillery holes, trenches, and foxholes on the outskirts of the city.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Golden Gallen Harbor, on the roof of a three-story house, four players wearing exoskeletons are holding binoculars looking at the position a kilometer away.

"Yes, these people quite understand." Looking at the anti-artillery hole dug in a good shape, a touch of surprise couldn't help but float on his face.

Not only the fortifications, but they even made some camouflage nets that blocked the view of the drones, which looked like they were imported from the Legion.

The half-year-old looked slightly solemn, and the family member standing next to him had a eager expression on his face, and his mouth was chattering excitedly.

"Finally, we can have a tough fight!"

The private soldiers in the Governor's Mansion before couldn't help fighting, looking at a group of guys who looked like dogs, but they didn't even scrape off a piece of the paint on the cuirass of his exoskeleton.

According to the locals, this gray wolf army is the elite of the Imperial Army, and it is the ace of land warfare directly under the Emperor of the Xilan Empire!

For a fun person like him, it is natural that the stronger the enemy, the more excited he is.

After all, when you encounter that kind of rookie that collapses at the touch of a button, even if you win, you don't have any sense of accomplishment, and no one will cheer you when you go to the forum and pretend to be forced.

At present, the performance of this unit is quite decent, and it is difficult to find obvious flaws in both the speed of deployment and the steady and steady posture.

The survivors who had been captured on the battlefield dug their shovels with their backs to the loess and dug from morning until dark.

It seemed that the underfed fellows were digging too slowly, and dozens of overseers with whips soon appeared on the position, and a few whips were drawn, and the survivors worked much faster, and a few scrawny young men were even exhausted to the ground. The officer who looked back at the overseer was pleased with the situation before him.

The physical strength of these survivors is like toothpaste, just squeeze it hard

Words, you can still squeeze something out.

Players hiding in the distance nibbled on dry food in their backpacks and watched the survivors go about their work, staying on the rooftops until dark.

Seeing that the sun was setting, the soldiers did not leave the survivors to eat, but took back the tools given to them and drove them out of the position.

A group of ragged survivors limped in the direction of the settlement, each with a resentment on their faces, but they dared not speak. Seeing that one of the survivors was walking towards the neighborhood near them, the four players immediately threw down a hundred-dollar bill and withdrew from the house, looking for an opportunity to block one of the groups.

"Hey, hey! Don't go, fellow in front! We've got something for you!" By mistake, he unbuttoned the eyepiece of his helmet and waved his hand forward with a smile on his face.

Seeing these four iron men wearing exoskeletons, the faces of the dozen or so ragged survivors were visibly frightened.

They had just been whipped by the Empire, and they didn't want to be whipped by this group of iron men anymore.

But no one escaped.

Looking at the rifle hanging from their chest, their legs looked like they were filled with lead, even though the gun was neither safe nor loaded.

Just when everyone was panicking, a man wearing an exoskeleton walked up to them, but suddenly found a cigarette case.

"Come on a cigarette to calm down, you don't need me to teach you to smoke." Speaking in a non-standard human language, no family members gave everyone a cigarette with a hippie smile.

Cigarettes are also hard currency in the wasteland, second only to bullets and alcohol, and even a little higher than bread, and the most important thing is that they are easy to carry.

Although he doesn't smoke much himself, he always brings a few packs with him every time he goes on a mission, which is better than money to dispel the vigilance of the locals. Although these locals are poor and have to eat dirt every once in a while, tobacco and pepper are not rare here. Some people will also make some tobacco leaves and mash them to smoke, or sell them to make money to subsidize their families.

Several people took a puff of the cigarette under their noses, immediately understood what it was, and then showed surprised expressions on their faces.

They had never seen such a precious cigarette in their lives, so much so that they were reluctant to smoke it in their hands.

No family member took out a lighter and lit it for them all so that they didn't have to hesitate to smoke it or not. Led a dozen people into the alley and swallowed the clouds and fog for a while, no family members asked with a smile.

"Look at how hard you guys work, how much do those wolves give you?"

Hearing this, more than a dozen survivors were all unlucky, and one of them was relatively straightforward and scolded directly.

"This money? Those misers won't give money!"

Soon, a few more people chimed in.

"Yes!"

"Don't talk about giving money, it's good if they don't rob us of our things!"

"Damn, take all the baskets I picked up."

As he spoke, the eyes of several people kept staring at the lighter in the iron man's hand in front of them, and their eyes were full of envy and greed.

No family members made surprised faces.

"Don't give money? And you're going to dig for them?"

The straight man said indignantly.

"It's not just that you don't give money! We'll have to bring our own dry food!"

There is no family to continue the arch fire road.

"Aren't you just going to go?"

Everyone shook their heads when they heard this.

"No, they have occupied that red earth, and if we don't go, we won't have any soil to eat."

"They don't have enough people, they're going to come around here to arrest them, we all live here, and we'll have to go when the time comes."

"It's hard to say what will happen when they come to the door."

"All three of my daughters are adults."

"These goddamn things!"

"I hope they're buried in the red soil!"

Several of the survivors began to complain, and the more they talked, the more angry they became.

No family heard it, but it was

His eyes rolled, and he suddenly said with a smile.

"Well, they don't give you money, I'll give you!"

Everyone in the alley was stunned and looked at him in bewilderment.

"You...... Give it to us?"

"That's right," the family nodded and said with a smile, "but you have to remember, we added money, you have to work harder!" Tomorrow you will start digging hard for me, they will ask you to dig a pit of 1.5 meters, you will dig 2 meters, they will ask you to dig a pit of 2 meters, you will dig 2.5 meters! Give them an extra fifty centimeters!" Several of the survivors were stunned.

The guy with the rectum looked at the iron man in front of him suspiciously, and asked in disbelief.

"Are you really giving us money?"

No family said with a smile.

"That must be given! Not only do we give, but we also pay the day! A ...... alone We'll give twenty siran coins!"

Twenty Silan coins!

Everyone's eyes widened when they heard this.

They instinctively didn't believe in this kind of good thing, but the cigarette butt in their mouths made them subconsciously believe half of it.

Maybe these iron men are really not bad for money?

A rat-Nation boy swallowed.

"Yes...... Do you have a share?"

No family said with a smile.

"That's a must! We don't discriminate!"

Then someone asked.

"Can we bring a few more family members?"

No family member said cheerfully.

"No problem! We count the money by the head...... Ah, forget about children, we don't count under the age of twelve. Tomorrow at dawn, we will count the heads here, and if we do what we say, we will receive the money!"

With a roll of his eyes, he added another sentence in the back.

"You can help me pull someone's head, and for every extra person I pull, we'll give you an extra five!" But this matter has to be kept secret, don't let those people outside know about it, otherwise don't say that the money is gone, and you will lose your life if you don't do it."

Hearing this, everyone had a surprised expression on their faces, and no one was afraid because of his last words.

No family member made an appointment on the map with them for a time and place to divide the money, and then the men were sent away.

The next day, when the sky was still dark, more than a thousand people gathered on the northern outskirts of the port of Golden Gallen and walked towards the position of the Gray Wolf Army.

The soldiers standing guard at the front line were startled at the sight of the black and oppressive figure, and thought that the people from the Alliance had called, until they all walked in and found that it was a group of residents of the settlement.

"What are you doing here?" The soldier shouted.

Several of the survivors who had taken the lead shouted back in a straight voice.

"We're here to work!"

"Your chief called us!"

"He told us to come back tomorrow, saying that if we dared not come, we would go to the settlement and arrest us."

"Let's get to work!"

Listening to the shouting one after another, several soldiers on duty were stunned, looking at this group of guys with a confused expression, and they didn't know what to do for a while, so they hurriedly sent someone back to ask their superiors.

At this moment, their superiors were snoring in the anti-artillery hole that had just been dug yesterday, and when they were woken up, they looked confused and hurriedly put on their hats hanging from the bedside.

"The Coalition is calling?!"

"No," the soldier said quickly, looking at the commander who quickly put on his military boots, "a group of residents of Golden Gallen Harbor came up on the position, and they said that you asked them to come here and dig the earth......

The chief who was putting on his shoes was stunned for two seconds, paused to tie his shoelaces, and nodded.

"There's such a thing, what's wrong?"

The soldier was stunned, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

"That ......"

"Give them shovels and shovels, tell them where to dig and how to dig, and do you still use Lao Tzu to teach you? Grandma's, it's all a fuss, the alliance is calling me!"

The chief scolded and threw away the shoe that had just been stabbed in his foot, threw his hat at the head of the bed, turned over and lay back down.

He didn't go to bed until three o'clock last night, and he was sleepy on his head, and he called him up for this little sesame thing, which was simply ignorant!

After being scolded on his head and face, the soldier was also aggrieved, but seeing that the commander had already snored, he could only trot to find the person in charge of the logistics of the front-line position, and handed out the tools for digging the earth to these survivors.

The survivors who had received the tools immediately arrived at the position, sweating profusely, and the appearance of hard work was almost the same as yesterday.

When the sun was up, the overseer with the whip walked to the position, and was surprised to find that the whip in his hand was useless.

"Strange things."

"When are these animals so diligent?"

Several overseers gathered together and looked curiously at the sweating fellows who had buried their heads in the trenches, and one of them couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, and walked up to ask.

"It's really strange, why are you so diligent today?"

The survivor who was buried in his work did not lift his head, and shouted the overseer with the whip on his back.

"Master, if you're lazy, you have to eat whips, and you have to do it in the end."

"Yes, sir, we're afraid of pain."

"Get the job done early, and when the battle is over, you won't have to endure hardship."

These words were taught to them by those who brought them money.

Of course, they did not dare to look up, especially the face of the overseer, for fear that they would be exposed.

The overseer nodded, not doubting what they said, but he couldn't help but sneer coldly.

"You have already had this awareness, and you are diligent on weekdays, so that you will not be poor and become this picture of no one and no ghost."

Not to mention being a soldier like him, it is to do a small business, or to learn a trade, so that he will not live as well as an animal, and be tied here to dig the soil.

It's still too lazy after all.

The overseer looked down at them for a moment, and when he saw that he didn't need to use the whip as hard as they did, he didn't bother to use the whip, and turned his head to take a break under the camouflage net.

On the other side, Alayan, who had completed his operational deployment, was inspecting his position.

He first inspected the most important artillery and anti-aircraft artillery positions and various machine-gun fire points, and then turned to the front line to take a look.

Then he was surprised to find that the group of coolies who had been grinding foreign workers before were in full swing.

It's like there's a gold mine buried in the ground.

It's weird.

When did these slackers become so diligent?

Lowering the binoculars in his hand, Alayan looked at the adjutant beside him.

"How much money did you pay them?"

The adjutant said with a smug expression.

"Report sir! It didn't cost anything!"

"Didn't spend any money?!" Alayan looked at him dumbfoundedly, suspecting that he had misheard.

The adjutant smiled and said as if showing off.

"I've heard from the people below that the local residents are looking forward to our victory as soon as possible so that their lives can return to normal as soon as possible, so they dragged their families to help early in the morning."

At this point, he paused again and continued.

"In the final analysis, it is still the will of His Majesty's people, the general is prestigious, the time and place are favorable, and the people are all on our side, and it is difficult to lose this battle."

Although he was suspicious in his heart, Alayan was not easy to refute his first half of the sentence, so he just nodded and put down this inconsequential little matter.

He didn't need the coolies to dig the trenches to a certain standard, as long as they could provide his soldiers with a bunker to resist the line.

The real battlefield is in the city, and these trenches and fortifications are also needed to deliver troops and ammunition to the front line.

"It's better to give a little benefit to the local residents, and after a while, each person will be given a piece of bread, which can be regarded as compensation for delaying their other work."

He certainly doesn't mean him when he says bread

The kind that is soft and white in the morning, smeared with butter and jam, refers to black bread mixed with a lot of bran and even stones and wood chips.

This kind of bread is the staple food of most of the low-level citizens and middle- and lower-class farmers in the empire, and a few Xilan coins can weigh half a catty, depending on the color of the bread.

This bread is not fermented, it is harder than a biscuit to chew, and can even be used as a weapon to beat people, usually by breaking it up and throwing it into water to soak and drink.

Anyway, it's much better than eating dirt and eating those flatulent beans.

The adjutant nodded respectfully.

"My lord said I'll arrange it later."

Alayan nodded, then asked.

"By the way, is there any news from Rajesh?"

Rajesh is his right-hand man, not only an Awakened Warrior, but also a skilled marksman, especially good at camouflage and intelligence gathering.

Long before the army left, he sent it to the port of Goldgallen, along with two other scouts, to gather information on the Alliance's activities there.

It's been two days since I last contacted.

He needed the most up-to-date intelligence before he could make his next battle plan.

The adjutant hesitated slightly, then shook his head.

"No new information has been sent yet...... The Alliance's troop deployment has definitely changed a lot recently, and I guess Sergeant Rajesh wants to wait until it stabilizes before reporting."

Alayan frowned slightly.

「…… Looks like we're going to have to give him a little more time."

He always had a bad premonition, but it seemed too early to judge. Not daring to get too close to the front line, Alayan was sure that the coalition soldiers hiding in the settlement must also be watching the position, so he just glanced at it from a distance and retreated behind the cover and cover.

The sun was setting down the mountain.

The officer in charge of the construction of the front-line position walked to the position, took a look, nodded with satisfaction, and went back into the anti-artillery hole.

That's enough depth!

If this trend continued, they would be able to complete the construction of the outer position of the Golden Gallen Harbor in three days at most, and the group of Alliance soldiers could not have dreamed that their construction speed would be so fast.

At the same time, on the edge of the Golden Gallen Harbor settlement, a group of hot, sweaty survivors were lining up in front of the alley with a worried face.

This street is their own home, and several entrances to the block are watched, so there is no need to worry about outsiders seeing. However, after all, it was from those iron men who received the money, and most people were a little worried, both afraid that the iron men would regret it, and afraid that the soldiers of the empire would find out after receiving the money.

But when a brand new 20 bill was stuffed into his hand, almost all of his worried expressions turned into a smile of kindness.

"Thank you, sir!" A man with a sheet tied around his waist folded his hands in thanks, and his expression was so touched that he wanted to kneel down on the spot.

The step in charge of distributing the money was so happy that he couldn't do it, but he still put on the posture of a civilized person and criticized it.

"Don't call me sir, I can't stand it. We pay for it, you work hard, it's called a deal, you know? We are not rewarding you."

The man obviously didn't understand, nodded and said with a smile.

"Okay, sir!"

「…… Damn, when Lao Tzu said it in vain, hurry up." One step to the sky was too lazy to talk nonsense, and with a wave of his hand, he drove the person away.

Not far from the alley, two players wearing exoskeletons are huddled together.

Looking at the guys queuing up to receive the money, Shanhe couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"You're too, aren't you?"

Today he was tasked with transporting several boxes of Xilan bills from the bank on Tulip Street to his teammates on the front line.

At first, he was curious about what he was doing with so much money, until he saw the scene in front of him.

Looking at the shocked allies, he said with a smile.

"That guy on our team is indeed a talent, and his brain is brighter than mine, so he should be replaced as the captain."

Shanhe looked at him with envy, it was a little bigger, and the location of the Governor's Mansion was relatively high compared to the northern city, so it took a lot of effort for them to bite it down, and it was not easy to hold it. But taking Camp Lowell would force us back to Tulip Street and return our front to the way it was at the beginning of the second offensive.

Once the Alliance's front shrank to the vicinity of the port, it was impossible to buy off local survivors and slaves to serve as temporary soldiers.

But on the contrary, retaking the Doge's Palace meant nothing for them other than to advance the battlefield of street fighting from the slums to Tulip Street near the port.

There is also a risk that supply lines will be cut off by local militias trained by the alliance or the metropolitan alliance.

Shanhe pondered it in a dream and felt that it made sense.

At this moment, a topless local walked over and said with a look at the mistake.

"My lord, there is someone looking for you outside, it is a young man from the rat clan, and he says that his name is Ah Xin, and he is your servant."

Shanhe heard it in a dream, and glanced at it in surprise.

"Servant?"

"Ahem, it's not like that, it's a misunderstanding," he said with a smile in Mandarin, then looked at the NPC and continued, "Let him in."

The topless local nodded.

"Okay."

After all, they were doing shady things, and the appearance of any unfamiliar face here would alarm them.

But if it's the servants of these iron men, it's okay.

That's my own people.

Accompanied by two locals, the child, Assin, was brought here. His expression was a little flustered, his hands in his pockets, and his clothes were stained with muddy water. There was a bruise and bruise on his face and arms, as if they had been left not long ago.

Seeing the familiar face, the panic on his face suddenly vanished, and he immediately stepped forward in surprise.

"Tuning fork!"

Yin Yang glanced at him in surprise.

"Yo, Asin...... What's wrong with you?"

"A little injury, don't worry about it......" Swallowing his saliva, Ah Xin continued nervously, "I'll take you to meet a ...... No, three."

It is estimated that this kid wants to find his own help to scare people, so he glanced at the sky that was not early, and then looked at the young man and said with a smile.

"Wait a while, we'll go back to the Governor's Mansion when we're done dealing with this matter, and we'll go back with you when the time comes.

"No, you misunderstood," Ah Xin took a deep breath and calmed down, "No one is bothering me, I won't trouble you for this little thing, I just want to...... A gift for you."

Without waiting for the iron man to ask, he continued at a rapid pace.

"They are General Alayan's men!"