The Federation's training of agents focuses on special warfare techniques, including stealth infiltration, poison killing, and the use of various firearms and weapons.

But it is clear that many of the federal training programs for these agents do not include an anti-torture clause.

Tang Jian spent a morning tossing and screaming about this group of agents, and then got some good information.

Sure enough.

Involved in the ambush were not only Federation-trained agents and local natives of the Greyhorn Tribe, but also a group of mercenaries recruited from other places!

These guys are the most important armed forces to overthrow the rule of the Grayhorn Tribe.

For these things that lick blood from the knife edge, Song Ziyu directly ordered the execution.

Since you like to play with your head pinned to your belt, you can't blame anyone for losing your head.

Want to die?

Then it will be done to you!

With a burst of gunfire, more than a dozen poor mercenaries who were reported and exposed were executed on the spot!

Song Ziyu is pure in his heart to kill chickens and make an example of monkeys.

The brutal slaughter was on display in front of everyone.

Watching the mercenaries eat iron peanuts, hot blood fountains bubble out.

The special operations soldiers of the Federation are okay, and they are more or less psychologically able to withstand these psychological shocks.

But the people who were forcibly recruited by the Greyhorn Tribe couldn't bear it, and they broke their defenses.

That's what Song Ziyu wants!

These guys have to be scared!

Only by themselves can they deter the Grayhorn tribe.

In this way, we can achieve our goal and take the mines here at the lowest cost.

……

The simple interrogation is over, but the follow-up team has not been able to follow up.

In order not to give these captives a chance to breathe, Song Ziyu had another plan and let them start digging graves on the spot to bury their bodies.

The high-intensity physical strength fell on these people, and everyone was so tired that they screamed, and some of them were not physically strong, lying on the ground like dead dogs.

Under such a toss, even if these people have any restless thoughts, they don't have the energy to toss.

Before being buried, the relics of the deceased are collected one by one. On Xiao Guang's body, Song Ziyu found a car key and tried it, but it was actually the key to the blue-black painted off-road motorcycle behind him.

Seeing this scene, the bare-assed Xue Tongan showed a hateful look on his face, and his emotions collapsed directly.

"Damn it, he stole my car keys!" Xue Tongan couldn't help but roar.

"What's the ghost called? Do a good job for Lao Tzu, otherwise you will be buried alive! A Longshan soldier kicked Xue Tongan off the pit with a very unceremonious kick, ending Xue Tongan's impotent rage.

After waiting for another half a day, hundreds of soldiers under his command finally arrived.

After joining forces, Song Ziyu became emboldened, and then he escorted the exhausted enemy towards the location of the Gray Horn Tribe.

Along the way, Song Ziyu asked the local survivors of Gray Horn to be used as a guide, and moved forward cautiously, and finally entered the camp of the Gray Corner tribe without danger.

It is a survivors' camp hidden in a cave.

The reason why it is called a tribe is simply because it originally existed in the form of family nepotism and the union of elders.

After entering the Gray Corner Settlement, Song Ziyu naturally seized control of the place.

And the first order given by Song Ziyu was to gather everyone together and say goodbye one by one.

Families of survivors whose family members or relatives have been killed in the conflict are registered.

"Boss, what are you doing here?" Tang Jian asked curiously.

Song Ziyu said: "This place was fought down by force, and people's hearts must be unstable...... Those families whose families have died must be divided and controlled, and I plan to move them to Longshan or Shoujiang, and then closely monitor them. ”

"Do you need that?" Tang Jianhu asked.

"Be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years, these families have been killed by us, and they must hate us to the core! Blindly being gentle with them is meaningless and must be treated with caution. Song Ziyu explained.

"In that case, it's better to smack them." Zhang Dahu gestured in front of his neck.

"It doesn't have to be like this!" Song Ziyu said with a smile: "Now the development of Longshan needs people, let them work is the last word, as long as the management is differentiated, they will not become the climate." ”

"Boss has arranged it properly!" The crowd was convinced.

……

After solving this stubble, Song Ziyu went to pay attention to the iron ore in Gray Corner.

This is the main reason for his own success.

As the name suggests, Gray Corner is a settlement built on a mine seam, and it is called Gray Corner because of the dust and debris around it.

Under the leadership of the local defectors, Song Ziyu soon found the iron mine.

From beginning to end, these exposed iron ores declare their "bonanza" qualities.

There is no need to dig at all, even if you pick up a stone on the ground, you can feel the weight of the hand.

No doubt!

These stones are rich in iron, and they only need to be mined and smelted to obtain the finished crude iron.

Once you have iron, a lot of planned things can be carried out!

In the civilized world, steel products are widely used in all aspects of people's lives and are the basic materials necessary for social production and economic construction.

In urban construction and industrial construction, there is a demand for steel.

As long as there is steel!

Things such as high-end machinery, precision equipment, munitions, ships, and even airplanes, railway locomotives, and automobiles can be put on the manufacturing agenda, rather than always being in the fantasy stage.

Looking at the ores all over the mountains, Song Ziyu was full of excitement.

What is Foundation?

That's it!

At that moment, Song Ziyu asked the gray corner survivors around him: "Where is your smelting factory?" ”

The Greyhorn survivor said nervously, "Boss, we don't have a factory here, only a small workshop. ”

"Small workshop? Take me to see it! Song Ziyu was interested.

Under the leadership of the survivors, Song Ziyu turned around and came to a secret place in the mine, where he saw a small dilapidated house in the open air.

In the room, a thin, one-eyed old man was banging on the iron felt.

In his hand, there happened to be a piece of fine iron being polished repeatedly.

"This is the only master of our tribe who is proficient in smelting technology, Ou Yelong." Survivor introduced.

"Don't bother me if it's okay, get out of here!" The old man has a very good temper, and when he sees someone coming, he directly scolds him, which shows that his status is transcendent.

"The master has a big temper...... But all the gray iron tools were cast by him, and everyone did not dare to offend. The survivor explained.

Song Ziyu smiled and didn't care, this kind of tattered small workshop can't meet his needs at all!

What you need to build is a factory.

Of course, I also need talents in this area.

"Old man, let me see your craft." Song Ziyu said with a smile.

"Just you? Do you deserve it? ”

Ou Yelong squinted one-eyed and sneered.

"I'm not worthy?" Song Ziyu stepped forward, put half a box of cigarettes on the iron table and said, "Is this worthy?" ”

Ou Yelong said: "Only worthy of standing." ”

"Where's this?" Song Ziyu sacrificed a bottle of Niulanshan Erguotou.

"Yes, call grandpa." Ou Yelong has a lot of temper and wants to take advantage of Song Ziyu.

Song Ziyu put the cigarettes and wine together, then slowly took out an iron peanut from his pocket and put it on the table and asked, "What about this plus this?" ”

Glancing at the bullet, Ou Yelong gasped: "Dare to ask who Your Excellency is?" ”