Although the sun has not yet risen from the horizon, the morning glow at the edge of the day is particularly vivid.

Although many places on the mainland have been war-torn out, there is still a quiet and silent mist in the hinterland of the mainland, and there is still a quiet place between the mountains, only a small river not far away is flowing.

The small river was like a white jade belt, winding through the mountains and forests, slowly flowing westward.

The terrain on both sides of the valley is gentle, and it is the most suitable land for cultivation.

On the north bank of the valley there is a small village and town, with low and simple houses crowded on both sides of the street, and a large aristocratic manor can be seen in the innermost part.

The south bank of the valley was originally a sparse forest, but now the forest has long since disappeared, completely covered by a large gray sè building.

The neat and uniform shed-style buildings are lined up next to each other, from the top of the slope to the river, two miles deep, and the width of the whole camp is ten miles away.

The gray sheds are densely packed, like a huge beehive.

When the sun peeked out of the wane, the bell of "Dang Dang Dang" had already sounded over the shed.

Hearing the bell of the work, the workers walked out of their respective sheds.

In a few breaths, the originally empty road between the sheds was filled with a surging inflow.

This is the living area of the Flying Eagle Railway, where more than 100,000 people live, and its scale is larger than that of ordinary cities.

The hastily erected sheds are all simple and crude, and bear a slight resemblance to the world's largest and most famous slum in Mumbai, India, in terms of shape and cramped process. The only difference is that the materials they use are much stronger than those of the Indian Asan. And it is also much more reasonable in planning and layout.

The living quarters of the University are equipped with all kinds of facilities, such as schools, hospitals, churches, etc., which can fully meet the living needs of the families of railway workers living in it.

Of course, it's just basic, and the standard of living is a little worse than the villages and towns on the other side of the river.

However, for Iri, who fled his home to escape the war, it is good to be fed and clothed and to feed his family.

To support the operation of such a large worker's living area, it is not enough to rely on the Flying Eagle Group alone, not to mention that many of these super-large-scale living areas are not in Ruman.

As the second largest shareholder of the Flying Eagle Railway, the Holy See of Brightness has taken on the main work.

There are more than 40 such living quarters along the railway line under construction, and nearly one million workers are directly employed by the Eagle Railway Group alone.

And this camp in the valley is the living area of the twenty-one.

The construction site was a noisy and busy scene from morning to night, and the railway workers were busy on the railway line like ants, clanging and ringing from night to night.

At this moment, the worker, who had just finished his evening shift, was yawning back to the living quarters, ready to eat breakfast and then fall asleep. They have been working a full twelve hours.

And the workers who are preparing for the day shift are gathering together and going to their jobs.

Carrying a long axe on his shoulder, Matler squeezed away from the night shift workers who walked into the living quarters, and kept greeting acquaintances all the way.

Behind him, a group of dozens of carpenters carrying tools followed.

Because of his good craftsmanship and ability to accomplish more work than Bein, Matler has become a captain of the carpentry team, leading the next shift.

Although he was a war refugee who had fled his homeland, Matler was happy with his current life.

His family lives in a single room of 20 square meters, which is the treatment only available to the foreman, and the ordinary workers only have 8 square meters of living space for a family of four or five.

Both he and his wife had jobs, especially as carpenters, skilled trades, and Matarer could earn a gold coin a month.

His wife cooks in the cooking class, and when it is done, she leads the old ladies to deliver the food to the construction site.

The two of them work together to make money, and after a month, they have a salary of nearly one and a half gold coins.

The living allowance of ordinary workers who lack skills is only three silver coins a month, and this is still after Chairman Leo Lei inspected the construction site, and felt that everyone's life was too hard, so he deliberately raised it, and before that, he just had to eat and live.

If it is placed in the future generations, Lei Erye, a very conscientious capitalist, will be pierced and broken bones and scolded as a street rat. But at this time, it is enough for everyone to worship Lei Er Ye as a saint.

The high wages made Matarer one of the few wealthy people in the living quarters, who could buy a few decent clothes for his two daughters, a few good meals of meat a month, and occasionally a few bottles of bad wine to entertain his men when he was happy.

Even in his hometown, he didn't have such a good life.

All year round, I worked hard in the field to eat, ate chaff vegetables, occasionally made two simple pieces of furniture, and at the end of the year, after paying taxes, I couldn't save a few dollars. Sometimes they are unlucky, they catch up with the bad year, they suffer disasters, and they even owe a lot of money to the government.

"In the past, I used to honestly farm at home, but now I might as well be a refugee?" This reality made Matler very incomprehensible, how could the troubled times be better than the prosperous life?

The engineers of the Flying Eagle Group explain that this is the magic of large-scale industrial production.

Matler didn't understand what large-scale industrial production was, he only knew that the engineers of the Flying Eagle Group who wore Qianjing overalls were asked by the university, and what the university asked must be right.

When I entered the family, I got the fourth or sixth level certificate, and I am a well-known graduate of Maple Leaf Danlin.

With this in mind, Matara looked out into a dúlì corner of the living quarters, where rows of two-story wooden houses housed the offices and engineers of the Eagle Railway worked and lived.

Through a window, you can clearly see that at this moment, several technicians in blue sè overalls are facing a drawing board, pointing to the construction site.

Matar's eyes couldn't help but show a hint of envy: the people there are all soft-spoken, which is completely different from them who are shouting loudly all the time~!

Compared with them, the landlords and nobles in their former hometowns are simply a bunch of old scumbags.

Matler thought as he walked out of the camp with his carpenters.

Not far from the entrance is the railway line with the railroad tracks.

As he watched the two railroad tracks stretch far west and sink below the horizon, Matler was filled with a sense of accomplishment, the fruit of their white spoon labor.

Every day, black smoke rises overhead, rumbling like monsters, and trains roll over the tracks, dragging a long train of wagons to send supplies to the West to support the war there.

"Damn demon bitch. Matler looked at the west and scolded fiercely, there is his hometown in that distant place, but it has been occupied by the demons.

He could imagine those lowly and damned demons trampling on his land and burning down his house. Snatch up what was left of his house.

After crossing the railroad and walking for a while, Matler came to his workplace, a sawmill built by the river.

Their white spoon work is to process the transported logs into sleepers laid on the tracks.

Originally they had to work by hand, but not long ago, engineers from the Eagle Group built a water-powered sawmill here, which greatly increased the efficiency of the work.

Matarer said hello to the foreman of the night shift, wrote the succession time on the work log hanging in front of the sawmill hut, then took a deep breath of morning coolness, waved his hand to his subordinates, and shouted: "Brothers, it's time to start a thousand lives~!"

The workers threw the log on the sawmill, and with a screeching sound, the log was unraveled by a sharp disc saw, and after a few clicks, the log would turn into rough pieces.

These rough embryos were then put into the hands of Matler, who and a group of people made them into qualified sleepers.

Matler was very fond of this sawmill in the water, studied it for a long time, and asked the engineer about it.

To Matler's surprise, the engineer did not care about teaching the principle to Matler, and had no sense of secrecy for the products of the Eagle Group.

He clearly remembered that in his hometown, the aristocratic lord had built a wind-powered mill, and he would not let these mud-legged people get close to him.

Matler had vaguely reminded the engineer of this, but it drew a burst of ridicule from the family, and told him that this was just an outdated technology that the Flying Eagle Machinery had eliminated.

In the diocese ahead, a more modern and efficient steam sawmill is being built, and that's what is called powerful.

It does not need to be built deliberately by the river, and the efficiency is more than ten times higher than that of water power.

Madler was intrigued by the legendary steam sawmill and planned to wait for the completion of this section of the railway, so he took some time to go over and take a good look. Even if you look up to the other party's eyes, or even be scolded, you have to be cheeky and take a good look at the stakes.

Just as he was immersed in his work, a young man on the opposite side called "hehe" twice, and said mysteriously: "Foreman, have you heard?"

Matler looked up and asked, "What?"

"The Holy See suffered a defeat in Rothgaron, and I heard that hundreds of thousands of Templars had died. ”

Matler had heard the news for a long time, and had heard it from the engineers of the Flying Eagle Group, and it was because of this defeat that the group had ordered them to speed up the construction schedule.

However, at this time, Matler glared at the young man and scolded: "Don't talk nonsense, you kid won't die~!"

Even if you don't want to die, think about your family. ”

The Flying Eagle Group and the Holy See are very strict in the management of labor income, and this Bi Jing is more than 100,000 people living together, and once something happens, it is likely to set off a storm.

The overseers of the Holy See patrol the construction site every day, and they will arrest them for gossiping.

"The Holy See has said it all," the young man muttered.

The surrounding workers showed nervous expressions, leaned over and smelled with concern: "Is it true?"

"Where are the demons fighting now?"

"Will the Holy See win?"

It is the hometown where many people enter, and they are always concerned about the war situation in their hometown.

"What then?"

"Dog rì's demon cubs, when can we get rid of them?"

Seeing that his heart was floating and he had no intention of working, Matler put down the tools in his hand and glanced left and right, the Holy See's inspection was not here--those old men were all pampered, so they wouldn't get up so early.

In order to end this dangerous conversation as much as possible, Matler immediately whispered the rumor, saying: "It's not as strict as the legend says. Rotgallon was lost, and although the Holy See's army of more than 100,000 was defeated, it also inflicted heavy losses on the enemy.

Now there is a cardinal who leads 100,000 jīng rui to guard Delong, and has blocked the demons, do you know the two bad wooden boxes?

That's for Delon. ”

The young people in a circle nodded one after another, and the first two trains brought a whole car of wooden boxes, which were guarded by soldiers in black clothes, all of them were fierce and vicious, and they were not allowed to approach, saying that they were dangerous weapons. Drive all the inroads a few tens of meters away.

"What's more," Matler lowered his voice and whispered cautiously, "I heard that the Vatino is now guarded by Lord Lorraine, who is Lord Lorraine?"

That's the demon nemesis, and the undead high priest is afraid of him. ”

When the young people in the circle heard the name of Lord Lorraine, they all chirped and chirped, and they didn't know what to say with a strange expression.

There are those who envy, envy and hate, those who disagree, and those who are contemptuous and disdainful, that lord is really the public enemy of all men.

Youjin laughed out loud and said, "In this way, the Vatino must be able to hold it." ”

"Are you so sure?"

"That's it, you don't know what kind of urine the Templars of the Holy See are in. Running back in battle, retreating and rushing forward, don't die when you see the girl......"

"Otherwise, otherwise......" Na Jin waved his hand, with a profound expression, and said: "Lord Lorraine's wife and children are all in the Vatino, how dare he not work hard to defend the city." ”

It dawned on everyone that they remembered the long-standing open secret, but in the living quarters, this was a taboo topic, and it could only be understood, not spoken.

Matler smiled wryly and shook his head, even if the rumors were true?

Who can still move a single hair of Lord Lorraine and His Majesty Niodos.

Seeing the indecent appearance of his subordinates, Matler reprimanded and said: "All of them are alive, fighting depends on the army and weapons, and transporting the army depends on the railroad we build." ”

He glanced back at the railroad tracks and said proudly: "This railway is the lifeline of the mainland, and millions of troops in the rear are waiting to be transported to the front line.

The faster we repair, the sooner the war will end~!"

The workers have long understood this truth, and the trains that rumble non-stop at night are always full of military entry and military supplies.

Now the railroad is not connected, and the trains transporting supplies can only stop at the end of the railway, and then be transported by the war fortress or transport, which greatly reduces the efficiency.

Imagine the scene after the completion of the railway, half of the continent can be connected to Guò, the main artery of the continent from Constantine, and in two or three years, a steady stream of people rush to the Vatino.

There are one billion in the class, and the Semitic are only 100 million, even if they fight one out of ten, they can also turn them over a thousand.

At this time, there was a whistle of "woo" from a distance, and although the train could not be seen, the black smoke coming from the front of the car could be clearly seen from a few miles away.

This is the first train this morning.

A few minutes later, the front of the black sè and a brown sè train behind it appeared in the line of sight of the worker, and the slow-moving train let out a squeak of metal friction and slowly stopped, and the front of the locomotive spewed out a large puff of white sè steam, enveloping the locomotive in white mist.

After the train station was stabilized, the sliding doors of the carriages opened one after another, and a group of people dressed in black sè clothes jumped out of the carriages.

Suddenly there was a whistle in the distance, and it was the foreman who was summoning his hand.

Matler dropped his tools, shouted, "Go and help unload," and quickly ran towards the train.

When he arrived, a large group of railroad workers were already gathered around the carriage, and they were busy helping the soldiers in black sè uniforms to unload the supplies from the train.

The front of the railway was blocked by the monks, and the train had to stop here, and the rest of the distance would be transferred by another means of transport.

Several black-clothed soldiers were struggling to lift a tightly wrapped thing wrapped in oilcloth from the carriage, and Matler strode forward and said, "Soldiers, let's come." ”

A black-clothed soldier suddenly flashed across from him, stretched out his hand to stop Matler and them, and a fierce expression appeared on a big face full of flesh, and said, "No need, we can do this." ”

"Master Jun, we're here to help. Taken aback by his ferocious appearance, Matler hurriedly explained.

"I know. The black-clothed soldier squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, waved his hand, and said, "This is a military order." ”

Butler shrugged helplessly, took two steps back, and said in his heart, what is so precious, can't let them touch it? Is it the same as what hand and what bullet last time?

He looked at the black-clothed soldier standing in front of him with questions, dressed in a beautiful black sè military uniform, with a large cowhide bag of strange shape on one side of his waist, and something bulging in it.

On one side of the chest is a silver shining eagle logo, and on the right arm is a gray sè armband, on which is embroidered an iron gray sè eagle with wings spread.

Behind him a group of soldiers carried down the contents wrapped in the tarpaulin, and piled down hundreds of boxes to pile aside, and then circled the outside, facing outwards and forbidding any access.

This group of soldiers seemed unusual, and Matler asked suspiciously, "Where are the soldiers going?"

The big soldier was stunned for a moment and said, "Vatino." ”

"You're going to the front~!" Matler exclaimed.

The GI snorted and nodded proudly.

Not far away, General Patraud, dressed in a black uniform with a red lapel, was anxiously pacing in place, looking at the soldiers who were unloading their weapons from the train from time to time, and said with a calm face: "They are late. ”

The chief of staff beside him shrugged his shoulders slightly, and said: "The first task of the flying unit now is to rush supplies for Delong, which is also to buy time for us, and the longer Delong fights, the better it will be for us." ”

General Patroud shook his head with a stiff face, and said, "The demons are not stupid, fighting Delon is wasting their most precious time, and they will soon understand." ”

The chief of staff smiled, if the demon clan was not storming Delong City now, but using a lightly armed force to quickly raid the Vatino, it would be time for their security forces to go crazy. The Vatino is now essentially an empty city.

But these guys of the demon clan actually fought for each city in front of four or five hundred miles wide.

The chief of staff pondered for a moment and said, "Even if they come to their senses now, from Delong to Vatino, the fastest army will have ten years.

Not everyone has trains and transport planes. ”

Patroud shook his head and said: "This time is not enough at all, our large army and more than half of the supplies are still stranded in the rear, and it will take time to repair the fortifications and build positions in the Vatino."

Forget it, don't wait, order the troops to advance~!"

The staff office shook his head hesitantly and said, "This is not good, we have so many heavy equipment......

"Lao Tzu's soldiers can't walk without the railway~!" Patraud roared angrily: "Forward, how much time can be saved." On the battlefield, every second counts. ”

The officers were ordered to immediately rush their respective companies.

"The break is over, slackers, get up. ”

"Queue, forward~!"

The soldiers sprang into action, marching westward in a neat line along the railway line.

At the same time, the "Flying Holland" landed on the main square in front of the Vatino's Papal Palace, and the long-awaited Lord Lorraine stepped off the special plane and set foot on Vatino land.