The sky has just begun to brighten. Although the sun has not yet risen from the horizon, the ray of morning glow on the horizon is particularly bright.
Although many places on the mainland are already raging with war, the hinterland of the mainland is still peaceful and quiet. A faint mist floats in the mountains and forests, and the land is still quiet, with only the small river not far away.
Gurgling flow.
The small river is like a white jade belt, winding through the mountains and forests, flowing slowly westward.
The terrain on both sides of the river valley is gentle, which is the most suitable fertile land for farming.
There is a sizable village on the north bank of the river valley, with low and simple private houses crowded on both sides of the vertical and horizontal streets, and a large aristocratic manor can be seen in the innermost part.
There was originally a sparse forest on the south bank of the river valley, but at this moment, the forest had long since disappeared and was completely covered by a large gray building.
The neat and uniform work shed-style buildings are arranged in rows one after another, from the top of the slope to the river, two miles in depth, and the width of the entire camp is even more than ten miles away.
The gray work sheds are densely packed, like a huge honeycomb.
When the sun peeked out from the edge of the sun, the bells of "dang dang dang" were already ringing above the work shed.
Hearing the bell ringing, the workers walked out of their respective work sheds one after another.
In a few breaths, the originally empty road between the work sheds was filled with surging inflow.
This is the living area of the Flying Eagle Railway workers. More than 100,000 people live in this living area, and its scale is larger than that of an average city.
These hastily built work sheds are all very simple and crude, and in terms of shape and crowding, they are somewhat similar to the world's largest and most famous slum in Mumbai, India. The only difference is the materials they use.
It is much better than the Asans in India. And it is also much more reasonable in terms of planning and layout.
In this large living area, various facilities are available, such as schools, hospitals, churches, etc., which can fully meet the living needs of the railway workers and families living there.
Of course, it's just basic, and the standard of living is a little worse than that of the villages and towns on the other side of the river.
However, for people who have fled their homes to escape the war, it is good enough to have enough food, clothing, and support for their family.
It is not enough for Feiying Group to support the operation of such a large living area for workers, not to mention that many of these ultra-large living areas are not located in Ruman.
As the second largest shareholder of Flying Eagle Railway, the Holy See of Light shouldered the major tasks without hesitation.
There are more than 40 living areas like this along the railway lines under construction, and the workers directly employed by the Eagle Railway Group alone have an income of nearly one million.
And this camp located in the valley is the living area of No. 21.
The construction site is a noisy and busy scene from morning to night. Railway workers are busy like ants on the railway line, and the jingling bells are ringing all day long.
At this moment, the workers who had just finished the evening shift were yawning and walking back to the living area, preparing to have breakfast and then take a good sleep. They had been working for a full twelve hours.
Workers preparing to work the day shift are gathering together and heading to their jobs.
Matler carried a long ax on his shoulder and squeezed past the night shift workers who walked into the living area, greeting everyone he knew along the way.
Behind him, a group of dozens of carpenters carrying tools followed.
Because of his good skills and always being able to complete more work than others, Matler has become a captain of the carpentry team, leading the next team.
Although he is a war refugee who fled his homeland, Matler is satisfied with the life in front of him.
His family lives in a single room of 20 square meters, which is a treatment only a foreman can get. A family of four or five ordinary workers only has eight square meters of living space.
Both he and his wife have jobs, especially as carpenters, skilled craftsmen, and Matler can earn a monthly salary of one gold coin.
His wife was in charge of cooking in the cooking class. After the food was ready, she led the group of old women to deliver the food to the construction site.
The two of them work together to make money. After a month, they have a salary of nearly one and a half gold coins.
Ordinary workers who lack skills only have a living allowance of three silver coins a month. This was only raised after Chairman Leo Lei inspected the construction site and felt that everyone's life was too hard. Before that, he only managed food and shelter.
If it were left to future generations, Mr. Lei, a very conscientious capitalist, would have his bones broken and be scolded as a street rat. But at this time, it is enough for everyone to worship Mr. Lei as a saint.
The high salary makes Matler one of the rare wealthy people in the living area. He can buy some decent clothes for his two daughters, eat a few good meats every month, and occasionally buy a few bottles when he is happy.
Serving his men with bad wine.
Even in his hometown, he never had such a good life.
I work hard in the fields all year long, eat bran vegetables, and occasionally buy two simple pieces of furniture. After paying taxes all year round, I can't save much money. Sometimes I'm unlucky, and I catch up with bad years and suffer disasters.
, and even owe the government a lot of money.
"In the past, I was farming at home, why not be a refugee now?" This reality made Matler very puzzled. How come the troubled times are better than the prosperous times?
Engineers from the Flying Eagle Group explained that this is the magic of large-scale industrial production.
Matler did not understand what large-scale industrial production was. He only knew that the engineers of the Flying Eagle Group wearing Qianjing work clothes were university graduates, and what the university graduates said must be right.
I entered the family with a CET-4 and CET-6 certificate, a well-known graduate of Maple Leaf Danlin.
Thinking of this, Matler looked at a corner outside the living area, where there were several rows of two-story wooden houses, where the offices and engineers of the Eagle Railway worked and lived.
Through a window, you can clearly see that several technicians wearing blue work clothes are facing a drawing board and pointing towards the construction site.
Matler couldn't help but show a trace of envy in his eyes: the people there all spoke softly, which was completely different from these rough guys who yelled at the top of their lungs all day long~!
Compared with them, the landowners and nobles in my hometown were just a bunch of filthy old people.
Matler was thinking as he walked out of the camp with his carpenters.
Not far from the door, there is a railway line with tracks laid out.
Seeing the two railway tracks extending far to the west until they disappeared below the horizon, Matler was filled with a sense of accomplishment. This was the fruit of their labor.
Every day, there is black smoke overhead, rumbling like a monster, and a train rolls across the railway track, dragging a long train of carriages, sending various supplies to the West to support the war there.
"Damn Demon Clan bastard." Matler looked at the sky in the west and cursed fiercely. There was his hometown in that distant place, but it had been occupied by the Demon Clan.
He could imagine that those despicable damn demons would trample on his land, burn down his house, and rob him of all the remaining belongings in his house.
After crossing the railway and walking for a while, Matler came to his workplace, a sawmill built by the river.
Their job is to process the transported logs into sleepers that are laid on the tracks.
Originally they could only work by hand. Not long ago, engineers from the Flying Eagle Group built a hydraulic sawmill here, which greatly speeded up work efficiency.
Matler said hello to the night shift foreman, wrote the shift time on the work log hanging in front of the sawmill hut, then took a deep breath of the cool morning air, waved to his men, and shouted: "
Brothers, it’s time to start your life~!”
The workers threw the logs on the saw machine, and with a piercing sound, the sharp circular saw untied the logs. After a few times, the logs turned into rough pieces.
Then these rough embryos were handed over to Matler, who and a team of workers made them into qualified sleepers.
Matler was very coveted about this underwater sawmill. He studied it inside and out for a long time, and even specifically asked the engineer about it.
To Matler's surprise, the engineer taught Matler the principles without any care and had no intention of keeping the products of the Flying Eagle Group confidential.
He clearly remembered that in his hometown, the aristocratic master built a wind mill, which was so impressive that no one like them was allowed to get close to it.
Matler had vaguely reminded the engineer about this, but he was laughed at for a while, and told him that this was just an outdated technology that Feiying Machinery had eliminated.
In the parish ahead, a more modern and efficient steam sawmill is currently being built, which is amazing.
There is no need to deliberately build it beside the river, and the efficiency is more than ten times higher than that of hydraulic power.
Matler was very curious about the legendary steam sawmill, and planned to wait for the completion of the railway in this section. He would take some time to go over and have a good look. Even if it meant receiving a blank look from the other party or even being scolded,
You should also be shameless and study that powerful machine carefully.
While he was immersed in his work, a young man across from him called out "hehe" twice and said mysteriously: "Foreman, have you heard about it?"
Matler raised his head and said doubtfully: "What?"
"The Holy See suffered a defeat at Lotgaron. I heard that hundreds of thousands of knights who entered the palace were dead."
Matler had already heard the news, and heard it from the engineers of the Flying Eagle Group. It was precisely because of this defeat that the group had ordered them to speed up the construction progress.
However, at this time, Matler glared at the young man and cursed: "Don't talk nonsense, you kid is going to die~!"
Even if you don’t care about your life, I still want to think about your family.”
The Flying Eagle Group and the Holy See have very strict management of workers. After all, there are more than 100,000 people living together. Once something unexpected happens, it is likely to cause a storm.
The supervisors of the Holy See patrol the construction site every day, and they will be arrested for spreading gossip.
"The members of the Holy See have said so themselves," the young man muttered.
The surrounding workers looked nervous and came over to hear with concern: "Is it true?"
"Where are the demons attacking now?"
"Can the Holy See win the battle?"
It is the hometown of many people, and they are always concerned about the war situation in their hometown.
"What should I do?"
"The ruthless demon bastards, when can we drive them away?"
Seeing that his mind was wandering and he had no intention of working, Matler put down the tools in his hands and glanced left and right. The Vatican's inspection team was not here - those gentlemen were all pampered and would not get up so early.
In order to end this dangerous conversation as soon as possible, Matler immediately refuted the rumor in a low voice and said: "It is not as serious as the legend. Rote Gallon has fallen. Although the hundreds of thousands of the Holy See's army were defeated, they were also severely damaged.
The enemy enters.
Now there is a cardinal leading 100,000 elites to guard Delong and have blocked the demons. Do you know the wooden boxes containing the two fortunes?
That's for Deron."
The young people gathered in a circle nodded. Two days ago, a train had brought a whole truckload of wooden boxes. They were guarded by soldiers in black clothes. They all looked fierce and fierce, and they were not allowed to get close. They said it was dangerous.
Weapon. Drive all intruders tens of meters away.
"What's more," Matler lowered his voice and whispered cautiously: "I heard that Lord Lorraine is guarding Fantino now. Who is Lord Lorraine?
That is the nemesis of the demons, even the high priests of the undead are afraid of him."
When the young people in the circle heard Lord Lorraine's name, they all squeaked in unison, with strange expressions and didn't know what to say.
There were those who were envious, jealous, and resentful, but there were also those who disapproved of it, and there were also those who were scornful and disdainful. That lord was really the public enemy of all men.
Youru burst out laughing and said, "It seems that Fantino must be able to hold on."
"Are you so sure?"
"That's right, you still don't know what the Holy See's Templar Knights are into. When fighting, run behind, retreat and rush forward, and risk your life when you see a girl..."
"Otherwise..." The man waved his hands and said with a profound expression: "Lord Lorraine's wife and children are all in Fantino, how dare he not work hard to defend the city."
The surrounding people suddenly realized, and everyone remembered the long-standing open secret. However, in the living area, this is a taboo topic and can only be understood, not spoken.
Matler smiled bitterly and shook his head, so what if the rumors were true?
Who can touch Lord Lorraine and His Majesty Niodos?
Seeing the unruly behavior of his men in front of him, Matler scolded him and said, "Go away, all. We rely on the army and weapons to fight the war, and the railways we built to transport the army rely on it."
He looked back at the railway track and said proudly: "This railway is the lifeline of the mainland. Millions of troops in the rear are anxious to get to the front line.
The faster we repair, the sooner the war will end~!"
Workers have long known this truth. The trains that rumble in day and night are always filled with troops and military supplies.
Now that the railways are not connected, the trains transporting supplies can only stop at the end of the railway, and then go to the war fortress or transfer, which greatly reduces the efficiency.
Imagine what will happen after the entire railway line is completed. People from half the continent can pass through this continental main artery railway starting from Constantinople, and rush to Fantino in a steady stream within two or three days.
There are billions of human beings, but only 100 million Semites. Even if you hit one out of ten, you can defeat them by the thousand.
At this time, a whistle sounded from afar. Although the train was not visible, the thick black smoke 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 black front of the car and a row of brown carriages behind it appeared in the worker's sight. The slowly moving train made a squeaking sound of metal friction and stopped slowly. A large stream of white steam was emitted from the front of the car.
, shrouding the locomotive in white mist.
After the train station stabilized, the sliding doors of the carriages opened one after another, and a group of people wearing black clothes jumped out of the carriages.
Suddenly a whistle sounded in the distance, which was the foreman calling for work.
Matler dropped the tools in his hands, shouted, "Go help unload the goods," and quickly ran towards the train.
By the time he arrived, a large group of railway workers were already crowding around the carriage, hurriedly helping soldiers in black uniforms unload supplies from the train.
The front of the railway is blocked by repairmen, so the train can only stop here, and the rest of the journey will be transferred by other means of transportation.
Several soldiers in black were struggling to lift something tightly wrapped in oilcloth from the carriage. Matler strode forward and said, "Come on, leave it alone, let's do it."
Suddenly a black-clad soldier appeared across from him, stretched out his hand to stop Matler and the others, and said with a fierce expression on his big, sinister face, "No need, we can do this."
"Master Jun, we are here to help." Matler was startled by his ferocious look and hurriedly explained.
"I know." The soldier in black forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, waved his hand and said, "This is a military order."
Matler shrugged helplessly and took two steps back. He felt really strange. What could be so precious that they wouldn't be allowed to touch it? Could it be the same thing as the last time?
He looked questioningly at the black-clad soldier standing in front of him. He was dressed in a beautiful black military uniform and had a large, strange-shaped cowhide bag slung on one side of his waist, with something bulging inside.
On one side of the chest is a shining silver eagle logo, and on the right arm is a gray armband with an iron-gray eagle spreading its wings embroidered on it.
A group of soldiers behind him took down the things wrapped in oilcloth, and then moved down hundreds of boxes and piled them aside. Then they formed a circle outside and prohibited anyone from approaching.
This group of soldiers seemed unusual, and Matler asked in confusion: "Where are you going, gentlemen?"
The big soldier was stunned for a moment and said: "Fantino."
"You are going to the front line~!" Matler exclaimed.
The soldier snorted and nodded proudly.
Not far away, General Patlaud, dressed in black with a red lapel general's uniform, was pacing anxiously. From time to time he looked at the soldiers who were unloading weapons from the train, and said solemnly: "They are late."
The chief of staff beside him shrugged slightly and said: "The first priority of the flying force now is to transport supplies to Delong. This is also to buy us time. The longer Delong fights, the better it is for us."
General Patlaud shook his head with a sullen face and said: "The demons are not fools. Beating Delong is a waste of their most precious time. They will understand it soon."
The chief of staff smiled. If the demons are not storming Delon City now, but use a light force to quickly raid Fantino, their security forces will go crazy. Fantino is basically an empty city now.
But the demons are actually fighting over cities one by one across a front that is four to five hundred miles wide.
The chief of staff thought for a moment and said: "Even if they wake up now, it will take ten days for the fastest army to get from Delon to Fantino.
Not everyone has trains and transport planes."
Patlaud shook his head and said: "This is not enough time at all. Our large army and more than half of the supplies are still stranded in the rear. We must rush to repair fortifications and build positions when we get to Fantino. This will take time.
Forget it, no more waiting, order the troops to move forward~!"
The staff officer shook his head hesitantly and said: "This is not good, we have so many heavy equipment..."
"My soldiers can't walk without the railway!" Patlaud shouted angrily: "How much time can be saved by moving forward. Every second is precious on the battlefield."
The officers received the order and immediately urged their respective companies.
"Break time is over, slackers, get up."
"Line up, move forward~!"
The soldiers quickly took action. They lined up neatly along the railway line and strode westward.
At the same time, the "Flying Holland" landed in the large square in front of the Vatican Palace. Lord Lorraine, who everyone had been waiting for for a long time, stepped off the special plane and set foot on the land of Vatican.