Chapter 738
My Empire Chapter 738
2020-11-03
Chapter 738 740 ClothesOn the not spacious road, a jeep was bumping up and down. The jeep was not open-top, nor did it have the golden eagle emblem on it, proving that it likely did not belong to the Alanhill military.
Sure enough, the Alanhill soldier standing at the intersection directing traffic clearly saw the license plate, he didn't even bother to salute, he just waved his hand casually, indicating that the car can now pass freely.
So, the car just slowed down a bit, crossed the intersection, and continued on the road.
In the car, the two men in the back row were dressed in noble clothes and were covering their mouths with their handkerchiefs impatiently.
They were driven by a human, and in the passenger seat was an Elf Race man. An AK-47 assault rifle was stuck on a special shelf beside the driver, and the elf man was holding a delicate long sword in his arms.
The wheels of the car ran over the slightly muddy black dirt, and the bodies of Demon Race were piled up not far from the wheels.
The corpses were not even classified. Next to the corpses of many decomposed demon dogs, there were densely packed Demon Race civilians who didn't wear anything decent.
There are also some Demon Race soldiers in armor mixed in. On the tree that has not fallen down among the bodies, there is a wooden token indicating where the road ahead leads to, with artistic cursive characters on it. It was written: "Ahead, City 48"
"The weather is already so cold, don't these Demon Races need to wear clothes?" A nobleman in the back row spoke, breaking the dull atmosphere in the car .
Along the way, they have seen too many corpses of demons, most of which are too late to deal with, and there is a disgusting stench in the air.
Because of the shortage of manpower, most of the demons who died in the war are piled up like this waiting to be dealt with, but no one knows when to deal with these demons.
Anyway, the army's sappers are only responsible for pushing the corpses to both sides of the road to keep the road clear. As for those corpses that died in the wilderness or in the fields, they are still abandoned in the same place, and no one is going to pick them up.
"Om..." in the sky, a P-51 fighter jet whistled past. Instead of bombs, it was covered with a type of sprinkler under the wings.
To prevent plague outbreaks, the corpses had to be regularly sprayed with disinfectant. Because there was no suitable aircraft, the now discontinued P-51 fighter was shipped to the Demon Realm and became the equipment of the logistics support force.
"Yeah, it's already so cold." Another noble, nodded, said with some distress.
In his eyes, these corpses lying on the side of the road are all potential markets that have disappeared. As long as these demons work, they can consume too many things when they have money.
These demons don't even have clothes to wear, how much textiles do they buy? These demons didn't even have luggage when they fled. How many utensils and pots did they buy?
If you count the radios and all kinds of household appliances...this is a huge market that has hardly been exploited! How much money can this make?
Furthermore, if you don't pay these demons wages, you only need to provide them with some food and daily necessities, and you can get labor for almost free, what kind of value is this?
See how, what are the human resources in the developed areas of Alanhill now? Set up some sweatshops here, and you will definitely make a lot of money!
Every time I think of this, this nobleman is very distressed. Countless banknotes are just lying on the side of the road, rotten and smelly, and gradually disappearing...
Of course, if these demons can really be tamed.
"Sir, many civilians don't have decent clothes. When I was a child, I hardly went out in winter." The bodyguard of the car adjusted the steering wheel slightly, stared at the front seriously, and asked two people behind him who were not interested in mundane affairs. The employer explained.
In winter, a person can only wear thin, tattered clothes that don’t cover the body. Elf Race magician didn't speak, he just looked at the "demons" who were no longer manic and fierce. He is also a bodyguard, but the price and battle strength are higher than that of the driver who drives.
"So, business is the way to save this world. Look at you now, you have decent clothes and a lot of gold coins in your pockets. This is all my credit." The businessman said something proud, and then covered his nose with his handkerchief.
"Yes." The driver nodded, very satisfied that he can find a good job now. He now has a son and daughter, his wife works in a newly opened car wash, and the family lives a very good and happy life.
"Damn, there is a living one over there!" Another nobleman who had been looking around, saw a living demon and exclaimed loudly.
He saw in the wilderness in the distance, a thin demon, like a specter, was lying on a corpse, tearing at something with force.
Compared to the many corpses that were already cold, this demon's equipment seemed a little better. He had full clothes on his body, but it was still in tatters.
Having seen countless such outfits in Alanhill, the nobles immediately attributed each other to the industry of beggar.
It's just that when a person sees other humanoids gnawing on a corpse, it will definitely feel disgusting.
As a result, the nobleman felt his breakfast rumbling in his stomach. He subconsciously wanted to roll down the car window to breathe, but was held down by his companions.
It's certainly not safe to do the same thing here, like rolling down the car windows on a safari.
Moreover, the premise of ventilation is that the air outside the car is better - but looking at the corpses all over the place, it is obviously not the case.
"Why, how come there is still life?" The noble who held down his companions nervously asked the two bodyguards in front: "Yes, is there any danger?"
This For a moment, he felt a little regretful that he had come to visit such a ragged place in person. Even if a large piece of land here has been sold to him by the empire, he shouldn't have come in person...
"It should be a fish that escaped the net..." The elf finally spoke, in the most professional tone replied: "There is no threat, if he gets close, I can handle it alone."
"Don't stop..." I managed to stabilize my mind, and the nobles who did not waste their breakfast, complexion pale They ordered another road sign...
They left another road sign behind. The sign clearly read: "There are still 17 kilometers to the 48th city"
(End of this chapter )