"Let's go, brother, go get the tools!"

Som patted Alex on the shoulder and walked towards the pile of farm tools next to the field. Alex followed him, chose a hoe with a good feel, and took a piece of land from Vir Warren, and started working. While he was working, a soldier with a steam backpack was observing him throughout the journey.

what to do?

Alex is a little panicked now. Although he has experienced the life of farmers, he is not a veteran in farming work. Cleaning up wasteland can better reflect the comprehensive level of a serf than planting fertile fields. Can he get away with the situation like this?

Or, can you expect that the soldier who is guarding you is also a good guy?

Alex, who has been working in intelligence for many years, knows that he cannot pin his hopes on others. Now that he has already reached this point, he has no other way, so he can only put all his strength and start working.

The land that Elena gave to these newly arrived serfs was indeed a wasteland and had never been cultivated. Alex had a lot to do, slid the land, weed, and even cut off a few small trees growing in the middle of the land. He tried his best, took out his strength, bent over and wrinkled his skin, and finally finished the wasteland he distributed to him in the evening. When he stood up with his hoe and breathed a sigh of relief, he wanted to see how other people's work progressed, he realized that his land had become one of the last two completed lands.

"I've finished?"

At some point, there was already a circle of soldiers around Alex. Alex knew that he probably had a flaw, so he gritted his teeth and said stubbornly.

"Yeah, it's done, big brother."

"Hand stretched out."

Weir's attitude was not good, and his eyes were full of hostility when he looked at Alex. Alex realized that something was wrong at this time, but a circle of soldiers carrying live ammunition around him suppressed any resistance. He obediently stretched out his palms and showed his palms. On the palms of his hands, the skin that had just been worn out was still connected to the flesh, and when he moved, it hurt.

"Tell me, who sent you here and what did you do?"

Weir glanced at Alex's hand and asked. The soldier next to him rushed forward and held Alex down. Alex, who had been tired for a day, had no mood or ability to resist? He knelt on the ground with a plop.

"Sir, please spare me. I am not a serf, I am just a little citizen. But since I heard about the place Ailena, I have been yearning for it and wanting to come and take a look. I really have no other meaning—"

"Still quibble?" Weir kicked Alex, "If I hadn't been careful, I would have been tricked by you! Take it away and interrogate it!"

The soldiers who pressed Alex responded one after another, dragging Alex, who had struggled all the way, left the wasteland. Vir Warren, deputy company commander of the 6th Company of the Production Corps, walked to the wasteland that Alex had been flipping, stepped on the ground with his feet, squatted down, turned on the soil, and checked the depth of Alex's just plowing. The other serfs who were under investigation followed Vir without saying a word. Only Som, the big mouth, was fearless.

"Brother Weir, how is this guy turning over the ground? Isn't he inferior to us?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay to use it," Weir smiled and stood up straight.

"You guys have passed the inspection. The calluses on your hands and the sophisticated posture of doing farm work prove your identity. From tomorrow on, you will be a member of Elena. Welcome to join Elena!"

"oh!!!"

The serfs cheered, and Som cried a few times, looked at the other four serfs picked out and placed aside in the same group, and asked Vir.

"Brother, are these four people also spies?"

"These four people are not sure, we need to observe them again."

While answering, Vill issued the next order, "Let's go, I'll take you to your temporary residence."

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"Head, we have recently found more than twenty spies. The people outside are very curious about Elena..."

At the meeting that night, Ivan routinely reported on the recent progress of recruiting serfs and added a comment. When others heard him say this, they chuckled. Sinke waited for everyone to finish laughing and talked about his thoughts.

"It's better for the boss. The newcomers rushed to open the land. They helped us open the land and identified spies and lazy people. The spies were locked up and asked, confirmed, and killed the fat land. As for those lazy people who are not good at farm work and sneaked over to take advantage of the opportunity, they were sent to the land clearing group. If they were lazy, they would drive out Ailena. This would kill two birds with one stone, which is really amazing!"

"Stop flattering!" Gastenth heard Sinke's exaggeration and cursed. Then he talked about his concerns, "This method can only be a rough screen. Someone must have been involved. After all, serfs can also be bought. We Ailena eliminated the system model of class and will definitely not meet everyone's appetite. So, you all keep a close eye on me. Especially you, Sinke, the police station is now in your place. You find some people, know a little, set up an anti-reconnaissance bureau, and do your safety work for Ailena, do you know?"

"I understand, don't worry."

"Also," Gastenth turned to Gulasco again. "The three new weapons of the factory are our greatest competitiveness and are related to the success or failure of the revolutionary cause. We must keep relevant information well and arrange the production process strictly in accordance with my methods to ensure that each production process is independent of each other and avoid leakage incidents. Do you understand?"

"Don't worry, head," Gulasco was also full of confidence. "I will never let anyone steal the weapon that head has worked hard to design. The factory's technical departments are all trustworthy elderly people, and their businesses are relatively independent and there will be no problems."

"That's good," Gastenth nodded and continued to talk about the next topic. "The latest news is that the civil strife in the Republic of Negro has ended. Their great magician Piru Manino plans to run for president, which can be considered a good ending among several great magicians. Next, the Republic of Negro is likely to start a war against Ankenryin. What should we do? Do you have any ideas?"

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"Your Majesty, the turmoil in the Niglu Republic is about to end, and it is estimated that the fight will begin in the west soon. Now Prince Wenfeng is still trying to retake Munze, and Prince Eliot has made no progress. The Eastern Front is in a stalemate, and the Western Front is about to start, and the situation is in danger."

In front of Paul Gibson, the Emperor of the Ankening Empire, the Grand Duke of the Golden Lion, Henry Claflyn, looked serious. Prime Minister Emil Irving and Royal Police Chief Phylas Nuffle stood aside, frowned.

"I know it's in danger, too!" Paul Gibson sat on a huge sofa, holding the latest information in his hand. "Felas, tell me, how long will the Republic of Negro be able to complete the war preparations?"

"This..." Fellas glanced at Claflyn, "The facilities and equipment of the Thorn Hills defense line are ready-made, and the Republic of Negro also left people there. Their troops can set off as long as they complete the assembly, which is probably not two weeks."

"In other words, to solve Ronninger, it must be solved within two weeks?" Paul Gibson sighed a long time ago and sat on the backrest of the sofa. "How is this possible?"

"Sir, do you want to try to negotiate peace?" Emil spoke tentatively, and was interrupted by Paul just as he was about to continue.

"That bastard killed my fifth son. You told me to negotiate peace with him? Are you crazy?!"

"Have your majesty calm down!"

"Have your majesty calm down!"

Several people present persuaded each other, and Paul Gibson calmed down a little. He closed his eyes and thought for a long time, but he found a possible useful path.

"Is there any way to find something for the Republic of Negro?" When he opened his eyes again, Paul showed a look of help.

"We thought about this too," Claflyn did not hesitate. "Besides us, Loren Robbs and the Third Republic of Vern are the ones bordering the Republic of Neglu. Loren Robbs is committed to developing maritime power. He attacked the border of the Aronte Empire some time ago. Now he should be unwilling to open up another battlefield. The Third Republic of Vern just quelled civil unrest. The new president Aziva Land is a veteran capitalist who hates communism. They have killed many people in the comprehensive communist eradication activities at home. Now the Workers' Party of Neglu is still in the parliament. If you want to win over external allies, there is nothing else but the Third Republic of Vern."

"I remember being negotiated with them before, how is it going?"

"I have been talking about it, because of the matter of Roninger and the civil strife, the middle was suspended for a while. However, last winter, the biggest condition they proposed was to open the domestic market, and we have never agreed..."

"Open the domestic market?" Paul blinked, "If we agree, will they send troops to the Republic of Negro?"

"It was not mentioned so clearly at that time, but judging from the phased results, there is still hope."

Emil Irving has been responsible for negotiations with several other major countries and has a good understanding of the relevant progress. "However, Your Majesty. Opening the market is a big event. my country's heavy industry is relatively backward in its technical level. If the market is opened, domestic companies will probably face severe survival difficulties. Over time, the development of heavy industry may encounter obstacles..."

"I think our Pengpai Power Company is pretty good? Didn't Pengpai Power Company also make that steam car?"

"Your Majesty, being able to make it does not mean being able to be mass-produced and put into the market-"

Behind Emil Irving is a grain merchant, but he also knows the situation of heavy industry. He tried his best to prevent the opening of the market, and his original intention was to be public rather than private. However, in Paul Gibson's view, the market and position are more important.

"Okay, don't say it anymore," he waved his hand, as if he wanted to drive away something, "It's decided, restart the negotiations as soon as possible and finalize this matter. Can Charlie Ronin bring Loren Robbs to help him, and I naturally want the Republic of Verne to help me, do you understand?"

"Here."

The few people all responded and turned around to say goodbye. Prince Eliot, who had been waiting outside for a while, walked in and knelt in front of Paul.

"Sir, Father."

"You boy still have the face to come back!" Paul opened his mouth and cursed, "I will give you all the guards and the Western Military Region will also give you all the obedient ones. How about you, live in the Longzhou Province and plan to settle down?"

"Father", Elliot did not answer Paul Gibson's question, "I have an idea about the current situation, I don't know whether to talk or not."

"Stop keeping a secret, say!"

Paul blocked the transition Elliot wanted to say in one sentence. Elliot paused for a moment and put forward his own ideas.

"Father, now the Western Military Region is obeying the command and not the propaganda, and there will be problems sooner or later. If the Neglu Republic wants to fight, it must be from west to east. The foundation of the Western Military Region is in the west, and it will inevitably fight to the death with the Neglu Republic. We don't need to be so anxious. Let them fight first, and then attack the Central Military Region with the Third Republic of Vern on both sides to fight back the Neglu Republic, which is already a tired army. What do you think?"

"You mean..." Paul actually understood Eliot's meaning very well. However, occupying half of the land in the Principality of Tulucas was his own decision and his own credit. If others didn't say it, he would not say he would give up.

“…Give up Tulucas?”

"It's not just Tulucas, we must even be prepared to give up the three western provinces." Elliot raised his head and continued seriously. "With strategic space exchange for preparation time, let the Western Military Region and the Republic of Niglu fight to death, we will wipe out Roninger as soon as possible, stabilize the rear, and then turn to the west-"

"At your speed, you can't beat Ronninger in ten years!"

Paul choked Elliot back with another sentence. Elliot paused for a moment and came up with his own plan.

"Your Highness, as long as Elena's Brave Rifle can be supplied, we can definitely break through the iron shield defense line and defeat the Roninger rebels!"

"That gun is so useful?" Paul Gibson actually knew about Elena, but he didn't know much about it. Seeing Elliott so much respect for this gun, I couldn't help but become curious.

"Father, this gun will change the current form of war. Whoever can own this gun first will win the war!"

"So awesome?"

Paul asked back and gave the answer without waiting for Elliott to answer. "What you said is not bad. I originally planned to let the Western Military Region spend some time with them first. If you win, Commander Zhong has the ability. If you lose, we will also have time to deal with Roninger. In fact, there are not many choices in this matter. We have to do everything we should do."

"One more thing," Elliott bowed, "The Elena Plain is an instability factor, suspected of communism. They now have the most advanced weapon technology, which is unsafe."

"But you haven't done it either? Are you going to force them to rebel now?"

"No need," Eliot smiled. "Now they are still our ministers in name. Father, you can wait for the Niglu Republic to launch another war and launch a order to go to the front line and support the Western Theater Command. If they go, the rear will definitely be empty, and we can take down Elena depending on the situation. If they don't go, there will be a reason to deal with them, and you can use this to threaten them to provide more arms for free, and you can advance and retreat."

When talking about the word free, Elliot gritted his teeth, obviously injured by Gastenth's scam price. Paul Gibson thought for a while, nodded, and agreed to Elliot's idea.
Chapter completed!