The city gates in the southeast, northwest and four directions are wide open, and four wide concrete roads extend into the dense forest in the distance.
The cement road is full of pedestrians and vehicles.
There are even small vendors doing business on both sides of the road, making it a busy scene.
Such a scene would never have occurred before.
Since the era of the Great Cataclysm, the people of Kyushu have built high walls to resist the ferocious monsters.
Many people have never left the city walls in their entire lives.
The outside world is synonymous with danger and death.
But now, with the victory of the Northern Expedition, the Demon Alliance disintegrated, and the demon beasts from all over Kyushu fled and hid. Those who dared to approach the city were either killed or captured and used as slaves.
Beyond the high wall, the danger is lifted.
The activity range of the Kyushu people is getting bigger and bigger.
Between cities, large-scale construction of infrastructure such as roads and bridges began.
As if overnight, the vast territory of Kyushu turned into a bustling construction site.
On the north wall of Yangcheng, there is a tricycle stall on the roadside.
"Lao Wang, let's have a pancake and add an egg."
"Okay, Boss Liu, please sit down and wait for two minutes."
The stall owner Lao Wang, who is in his forties or fifties, is a lame man. I heard that he used to be a soldier and his right leg was bitten off by a ferocious beast. Now he has a stainless steel prosthetic leg.
The lame stall owner Lao Wang picked up the basin, poured some batter into the round frying pan and spread it out, beat the eggs, brushed on the sauce, put a few slices of lettuce, sprinkled with chopped green onion and rolled it up, limped over and put it on the
On the small table in front of the guest.
He said hello: "It's so early, Boss Liu."
The customer named Boss Liu grabbed the burrito and stuffed it into his mouth, "I have no choice but to contract another project, and my feet won't touch the floor all day long."
The stall owner, Lao Wang, chuckled and said, "It's better to be busy. The busier you are, the more money you will make."
"Making money is secondary." Boss Liu stood up and gave money. "The main thing is to open the road. From now on, it only takes fifteen or six hours to drive to Zi'ang City. The road from there to Tongzhou City has been opened."
Lao Wang was stunned and said in surprise: "It's quite fast."
Boss Liu smiled, "If we rely solely on manpower, I'm afraid it will take several months, but Zi'ang City has received a quota of 180,000 monsters. Those beasts are comparable to bulldozers and excavators."
It’s much more energetic.”
He paused and looked a little regretful, "But I heard that most of the 180,000 monsters died during the road construction due to overwork."
Lao Wang curled his lips and said, "They're just animals, don't feel bad for them."
Boss Liu said, "Can you not feel bad? They are all labor force. They could have been used for a long time, but they were turned into disposable animals by the guys in Zi'angcheng."
Lao Wang couldn't help but twitch the muscles at the corners of his mouth. Sure enough, when it comes to evil intentions, you still have to look at these businessmen.
"Okay, okay, let's not talk anymore. I have to rush to supervise the work. Those guys will be lazy if no one is watching." Boss Liu put the black briefcase under his arm and got on the motorcycle with his beer belly.
, stepped on the accelerator and slipped away.
"What a shame, I didn't give you any money." Lao Wang cursed.
A customer next to him answered, "Is that Liu Qiang from the construction team? That guy has already contracted several projects."
Lao Wang said disdainfully, "It's just a dog relying on human power."
The guest asked: "How do you say this?"
Lao Wang said, "He is Liu Yong's cousin. Does Liu Yong know? He is the one who was responsible for conducting the atavism test for the senior high school students in No. 2 Middle School last year."
The guest nodded, "It's Lieutenant Colonel Liu. It was in his hands that our God of War returned to his ancestors for the first time."
He looked at Boss Liu, who was riding away on his motorcycle, and said with envy, "This guy is really lucky. With a cousin like him, I guess it won't be long before the motorcycle is replaced by a car."
The news that Li Xiang is about to take over the Temple of War has already spread back to his hometown of Yangcheng.
"What does this mean?" Lao Wang said with disdain, "I also served as a soldier under the God of War."
The guest said perfunctorily, "Ah, yes, yes."
Several other regular customers also quickly echoed, "I know, I know."
"Stop talking, we all believe you."
"Okay, okay, let's go now and we'll settle the bill together tomorrow."
In a blink of an eye, the guests ran away as if they were running away.
Lao Wang hesitated, sat down on the stool, took off the stainless steel prosthetic leg, and rubbed the sore muscles at the end of the remaining leg.
He lit a cigarette and said to himself:
"That's right. If you really knew the God of War, how could you be reduced to setting up a stall selling pancakes?"
"That person is a fairy-like figure."
"Ah, the gods are all canonized by his old man."
"The ancestors said that a person can ascend to heaven with a chicken or a dog, but here I am..."
He was muttering and grumbling.
Another guest comes.
"Boss, I want two sets of pancakes, but no coriander."
"Okay."
Lao Wang subconsciously answered, put the stainless steel prosthetic leg on his leg, stood up and went to the back of the stall, skillfully pouring batter into the round iron pot.
He had a cigarette in his mouth, spreading pancakes while smoking. The ash seemed to be growing on the butt of the cigarette, and it never fell down.
This state of kung fu cannot be achieved without more than ten years of smoking experience.
"Boss, I want two eggs for my share."
A crisp voice.
"Okay, add two eggs."
Lao Wang cracked two more eggs, then raised his head and looked at the guests in front of him.
A young man was holding a little boy of seven or eight years old.
Suddenly stunned.
"Lao Wang, don't be stunned, the pancakes are all burnt." The young man reminded.
Lao Wang half-opened his mouth and the cigarette fell out.
After a long while, he finally came to his senses and said, "You, you are the captain of the team?!"
"You still remember me?" Li Xiang said, pointing at the pancake, "I won't pay you if it's burnt."
"Here, ah no, no need to pay!" Lao Wang flipped the burrito as quickly as possible and cracked two eggs on top, "And add some sausage for the captain, it's free!"
At this time, Li Xiang was wearing a windbreaker and a peaked cap. The brim of the hat was pushed down very low. If he wasn't close, it would be impossible to tell that it was him.
While Lao Wang was making pancakes, he forced himself to calm down, but his heartbeat was still racing and his hands were shaking.
There was nothing he could do, the person standing in front of him was no longer the captain he was familiar with.
The young man in front of him had a very intimidating title.
Emperor Yin, Grand Duke, Lord of the Heavenly Court, God of War, any one of his identities could make the whole land of Kyushu tremble.
What's more, he, Lao Wang, is a lame old man who is not even an atavist.
Li Xiang had long been accustomed to Lao Wang's behavior and asked curiously, "Aren't you serving in the City Defense Department anymore?"
Lao Wang hurriedly replied: "After the victory of the Northern Expedition, the City Defense Department was disbanded. Veterans like us, who are overage and have defects, were among the first batch to be laid off."
Li Xiang narrowed his eyes slightly.
Lao Wang hurriedly said, "Captain, don't be angry. The retirement payment is sufficient. I'm just not used to staying at home all day and looking for something to do."
Li Xiang smiled, "Are you afraid of my sister-in-law?"
"How can I, Old Wang, a big old man, be afraid..."
Before Lao Wang finished speaking, his eyes suddenly turned red and he choked, "Captain, you still remember it."
