Chapter 446, Three Hundred Blood Gold Coins for a Kid
Yellow Sand Star.
If Shazao were to describe what he had experienced in the past three months, he could only say that it was like a dream.
After a period of feeding, the rat warriors traveling back and forth in the small oases gave out something different, some recruitment notices. The colorful papers were printed with all kinds of colorful colors that were difficult for these wastelanders to understand, but extremely eye-catching.
The overly saturated and bright images on the flyers could immediately attract the attention of these guys struggling in the wasteland, and by the way, there was a small speaker that played sound in a loop. This was the recruitment form given by the rats.
The rats were recruiting these wastelanders, and the conditions they gave were a box of thirty canned mushrooms a month, and food and accommodation were also provided.
This is a very cheap number. Even if you recruit those rat boys in the slums and recruit these guys to join the Imperial Army, the rat masters still have to pay money and blood coins. As for food, it is often supplied without limit. You don’t have to worry about how much of these conditions can be fulfilled later, but at least, he has to draw a pie in the sky at the stage of conscription, and at the same time, he still has to pay a conscription fee.
For an ordinary rat boy who has no disabilities and is not too short, the master has to spend at least 300 blood coins to recruit him. If the rat boy who joins the army has more skills, the price will be adjusted up a little.
Is 300 blood coins a lot? In fact, it is not much. It is enough for a rat family in the slums to live a little better for a year and to replace a rough mechanical prosthesis. But at least, to recruit these unlucky guys, the rat bigwigs still have to pay some costs.
But the rats were only willing to hire these wastelanders at the price of one can of mushrooms per day. Undoubtedly, it was extremely cheap, but unexpectedly, since the first day when the flyer was issued, more and more rat wastelanders came here.
The rats did not provide pick-up and drop-off services. They simply occupied a medium-sized oasis a little later on the war front. This was the training ground.
Even if you want to be a dog of the rats, you have to run into the dog farm yourself.
The arrogance of the attitude can be seen, but this is the case. Because of the official signs and large-scale training of the gerbil army, this plan did not start so quickly. This recruitment was just a test of the feasibility by the rat affairs officers.
Many things were not prepared.
The weapons catalog provided, equipment restrictions, and the suitable instructors.
These were just hastily made a rough outline, and everything was somewhat experimental. After all, training the indigenous army was the first time in the history of the rats.
Those ratmen bigwigs, they have never lacked qualified cannon fodder in the past, and even now, the numerous ratmen boys in the slums only need to sprinkle some blood gold coins, and then these guys will be sent to the battlefield continuously, and it is almost impossible to have a shortage or exhaustion, and there will not even be a price increase.
In that horrible civil war, the Ratman Empire really mobilized only the three planets close to the Godly Star, but it was these three planets that took on all the manpower consumption in the ten-year civil war, almost like leeks, inexhaustible, and inexhaustible. After ten years of fighting, the sign price has not changed much, still 300 blood gold coins.
With such a terrifying human resource, these guys don’t need anyone to be their dogs at all, and they will not go to great lengths to try to train and accept those indigenous races.
Two years ago, with the last underground stone shell monster nest under the Black Iron Star being cleared, the former overlord of the Black Iron Star, the stone shell monster clan covered with solid stone shells and with infinite strength, was completely swept into the garbage dump of history and declared extinct.
This is the normal attitude of the rats towards the indigenous races.
But it is obvious that the situation has changed on this Yellow Sand Star.
What caught the rat affairs officers off guard was that there were too many gerbils, some too many. Originally, they only planned to recruit 20,000 to 50,000 gerbils for this initial attempt.
Even in the judgment of these rat affairs officers, they are likely to be dissatisfied with the recruitment of 20,000 gerbils. After all, the things given are like this. Those who want to participate have to rely on an ambiguous map to find them all the way. In this situation, it should not be possible to recruit many talents. In this judgment, the series of preparations are naturally not in a hurry, but are just proceeding slowly.
But how to say it, the actual situation is sometimes unpredictable.
There were a lot of gerbils coming, or rather, there were too many gerbils coming. 20,000? Far more than that!
50,000? Far more than that!
100,000? This number could even be a bit bolder!
In the end, the rats recruited a full 250,000 gerbils. How should I put it? If all these recruited natives were trained, they would be close to half of the total army strength of the rats on this planet.
The rats wanted to recruit some cannon fodder, but they didn't think of recruiting so many cannon fodders. And this was the result after the rat affairs officers in charge of recruiting gerbils set extremely strict recruitment standards after realizing something was wrong.
No, how can there be so many gerbils in this area!
This is not reasonable!
This situation is still the fault of these rat affairs officers. Based on the data provided by the reconnaissance fleet, they simply inferred the density of gerbils in this area, and then simply gave an indicator.
They ignored a lot of things, one is the survival strategy of these gerbil wastelanders, and the other is the spontaneous migration of these wastelanders under the influence of this war.
The days accompanied by death in the vast desert made these gerbil wastelanders have a bit of barbarity and vastness in their strategies for offspring.
A pair of gerbil couples will reproduce without restrictions during the entire pregnancy period, and these guys' bloodlines are also related to rats. Their fertility is not much worse than that of rats, and they don't have the self-limiting name inheritance strategy of rats.
A rat family will stop giving birth and raising new offspring when they get a qualified heir, and instead start to concentrate resources to cultivate that heir.
These gerbils, on the other hand, will continue to give birth during the entire pregnancy period and raise all their children. The gerbils and gerbils, or more accurately, the gerbils and gerbils have different reproductive strategies. Compared with these guys, the gerbils are elite.
A large number of children cannot be raised all the time. If they are in a prosperous period, everything is fine. These gerbils may still feel the warmth of the family. But if they encounter a disaster, war, or famine, then these gerbils will have to leave the oasis where they were born and float into the boundless yellow sand like dandelions.
This is a survival strategy. Every adult gerbil couple will push their children into the yellow sand throughout their lives.
Among the countless gerbils, perhaps only a few can really take root in this yellow world, like the seeds of dandelions.
Such a strategy allowed these humble wastelanders to survive tenaciously in this post-wasteland planet that was not very suitable for survival.
But the arrival of the ratmen changed some things.
The leaflets they distributed intercepted the countless dandelion seeds that were about to be blown into the yellow world. These sand rat boys, who should have been consumed in the harsh natural environment and had little left, rushed to the rats in a fanatical manner after hearing that canned food was distributed.
After all, they were not stupid. No matter how terrible the war was, it would not be much worse than the yellow sand all over the sky, not to mention that they could get some mushrooms to eat from the rats.
So, that's it.
"Let's go! Let's go to the rats to get some canned mushrooms!"
In such a conversation, countless sand rat boys gathered towards the rats.
And this is just one of the reasons that led to such a terrifying recruitment operation.
Of course, the other reason is also related to the rats. If the influx of those gerbils can only be regarded as the unclear investigation of the rat affairs officers, then the second reason is also unexpected by the rat affairs officers.
The war of the First Expeditionary Fleet against the War Fortress led to a massive migration of gerbils. It is normal to have such a situation. After all, instinctively, intelligent life will always escape from danger, escape from war, and escape from death.
But strange things happened. It was not the gerbils in the rat-occupied area that fled frantically, but the gerbils in the war fortress controlled area that fled frantically to the rat-controlled area.
It is also a wonder. This situation of fleeing from one's own people and running to the opposite side can only be said that compared with outsiders, one's own people know how to deal with one's own people better.
The rats just randomly swept the oasis and the settlements of the wastelanders in that range at the beginning, and even such actions soon ended.
The war fortress on the opposite side really started to conscript men. They were waving their sickles high in the air, harvesting, destroying, and capturing the wastelanders’ settlements within their sphere of influence without any mercy, in order to deal with the advance of the rats.
Their actions were much more ruthless than the rats’ innocuous sweep.
That was true. They pushed down the houses, captured all the people, and set fire to them. Except for filling the water holes of these small oases, they did everything. Not only that, these guys would squat in the ruins, send drones to patrol the desert, and slaughter those wastelanders who wanted to evade conscription.
They were frantically concentrating resources. In such a situation, even the rats were also sweeping, but in comparison, the rats were also more generous, not to mention that the rats had stopped sweeping.
The rats’ military strength could not support the complete control of the occupied areas.
These guys who escaped from the war fortress rushed into the rats’ control area like crazy, and also became the source of troops that actively rushed to the rats.
Two hundred and fifty thousand is far from the limit of these wastelanders. In the future, this number is expected to increase. Moreover, this is the case when the ratmen's requirements are too strict. If they are slightly relaxed, the number of recruits is estimated to double.
In just a few days, the rat officers were in trouble. Everyone knew that recruiting so many gerbils was risky. The rats had too few ground forces and could not effectively control so many gerbils.
This was a huge risk. The matter was beyond the capabilities of the rat officers. As a last resort, the matter began to be reported to the higher levels. Not long after, a report on the matter was delivered to Qi.
So what choice would Qi make?
In the trembling expressions of the two rat vice-captains, Qi flipped through the report.
It was not surprising that the two of them delivered this matter, because these two guys were actually the two leaders of the rat officers in the First Expeditionary Fleet, which was one of the reasons why Qi never worried about being betrayed by them.
Without real force and troops, it would be useless even if you had more mouthpieces and managers.
Qi was not angry about this unexpected situation. On the contrary, his answer was to continue recruiting.
"Train them for three months, and then send them to the battlefield!"
Compared to those expensive and brave fools, there is no doubt that these gerbils are something that does not need to be cared about no matter how many of them die. To be honest, he does not understand why such a small matter is solemnly sent to him by these two guys and he has to make a decision by himself.
The First Expeditionary Fleet, these huge warships, are all floating in the high sky. What will happen if there are more of these lowly guys?
It can only be said that the times have changed after all.
The milder guy among the rat warlords has become an out-and-out tyrant after reaching this era.
Have the rat warlords ever worried about the worthless chips in their hands, and worried about their riots? It seems that no, the piled up corpses, the countless piled up corpses will tell those lowly guys what they should do.
Qi is also a real old guy.
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Shazao was recruited during this period after Qi nodded his head in agreement.
Unconsciously, he has been training in this vast camp for almost three months, and there are only ten days left to go.
He felt that the days he spent during this period were just like a dream.