Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 1772 1773 The Birth of an Evil Man

Most people do not have the courage to face death a second time. If a person's arm is shot off by a bullet flying in the face, he will definitely not want to experience a similar thing again.

The Tang Empire did not ignore these disabled people. They found a good job for Frank: patrolling the railway.

A country always has countless roads stretching for thousands of miles. It is these roads that connect the flesh and blood of an empire like blood vessels and allow all parts of the country to function.

With Tang Mo's encouragement, the Tang Empire had already planted the idea that if they wanted to get rich, they had to build roads first. Whenever they arrived at a place, the first thing they thought of was to improve the transportation in that place.

Building a large number of roads and railways is naturally beneficial. They can facilitate transportation, strengthen connections between regions, and drive population mobility... In short, there are many benefits.

However, building a large number of roads and railways is not without some problems. The biggest problem is maintenance, which can become a serious burden.

Every road needs regular maintenance. The idea that building a good road can solve the problem once and for all is completely wrong. In order to maintain these roads, the Tang Empire has to invest a huge amount of resources and consume a lot of manpower every year.

Patrolling the railways, confirming the status of the tracks, and preventing them from being damaged by the enemy, such tasks should of course be left to more reliable people.

Those prisoners of war with injured arms, broken hands, or missing fingers would make good patrol workers as long as they could ensure their loyalty.

Frank is the perfect match: he has a family, which means he will be very stable; he was bailed out by his brother and will most likely repay the favor; he lost his arm and is a disabled person, so he should cherish his hard-earned job.

So, he soon became an employee of the Refenggang Railway Bureau: every day he had to patrol a section of about 20 kilometers, check the status of the railways, and ensure the safety of trains on this route.

His job was not complicated. He just walked along the railway with tools, checking whether the screws, sleepers, and gravel roadbed were in good condition.

Of course, he also had to do his best to ensure that no madman would blow up the railway or plant some explosives: Although the security in Hot Wind Port under the rule of the Tang Empire was very good, it did not mean that there were no elf destroyers with ulterior motives nearby.

They didn't dare to enter the city, and they didn't have weapons to cause trouble to the Tang army, but they could still secretly destroy a section of the railway. Frank wanted to discover such things in advance to prevent the train from encountering greater danger.

After learning that her son had a seemingly respectable job, Xilin's impression of the Tang Empire became better.

Now the circle she was in was completely pro-Tang: Fran's husband Charlie was working for the Tang Empire, Fran had recently become a typist employed by the Tang Empire government, one of Xilin's sons was in labor reform and had no worries about food and clothing, and the other son had returned home and had the opportunity to work in the railway department...

So Shilin no longer had any reason to be hostile to humans, and she now lived a very fulfilling life every day: working as a nanny for Fran's family, helping them clean the house and cook, and then going home to wait for her eldest son to come back.

Both families have returned to their former peace and prosperity. It must be said that they are both lucky in this war, having survived until the end of the war without paying a high price.

Yes, for the elves of Hotwind Port, the war seemed to have ended after the Tang people entered the city: their lives now have no traces of war, and are even more prosperous than before the war broke out.

The Tang people brought advanced technology, more and better products, and a more active economy: Hotwind Port is now becoming more and more lively, and the streets and alleys are more prosperous than ever before.

In addition to humans, the local elves also naturally supported this prosperity. The pie made bigger by the Tang Empire was divided among countless elves, and they naturally became the vested interests that maintained the current situation.

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In a prisoner-of-war camp near Saint-Lo, a new manager took office. His name was Marvin, and he was an elf.

He was transferred to this place because he performed well and was recognized by the higher authorities. Now he no longer has to do the work himself, so the work is relatively easy.

Although he no longer had to do any physical labor, it was still a bit stressful for him to be in charge of a whole battalion of prisoners of war. In the past, he was just a soldier, but he had never been such a big leader.

His deputy was a real battalion commander. This elf battalion commander never expected that he would become a civilian's subordinate, so he always opposed him and did not cooperate with Marvin's work.

This made Marvin unable to carry out his work. He thought of many ways to do this, but he still couldn't make the engineering battalion composed of prisoners of war work at full capacity.

Many people were cunning and secretly called Marvin a traitor. They were unwilling to cooperate with the Tang Empire's engineering projects, always delaying the construction period as much as possible, and occasionally gathered together to cause trouble, causing a lot of trouble for Marvin.

"Did you get something wrong? Marvin, they are all prisoners of war, and so are you, in fact. It is our glorious tradition to treat prisoners well, but this does not mean that we can tolerate prisoners of war riding on our heads and shitting." An officer with major's epaulettes on his shoulders said slowly while trimming his nails with the small file on the nail clippers.

After saying this, he blew away the crumbs left on his nails, then raised his head to look at the elf officer who was standing in the middle of the office, looking a little uneasy.

Marvin was very nervous because the construction of a nearby road was progressing slowly because of him, so his boss called him over and scolded him in person as the "prisoner of war star."

That's right, Marvin was a star among the prisoners of war. He fought for the opportunity for his brother to return home, and therefore had to serve many more years in the prisoner-of-war camp. This deed was widely publicized by the Tang Dynasty's propaganda machine, and Marvin became an idol for many prisoners of war.

His story is very inspiring. He went from being a prisoner of war to a manager who managed hundreds of prisoners of war, and even received salary rewards as a prisoner of war.

But when he faced his superior, he was still uneasy and nervous. After hearing the other party's scolding, he immediately bowed his head and apologized: "I'm sorry, sir, I'm too cowardly, so..." The major officer sitting there was also a smart man. He continued to file another nail with the small file on the nail clippers and continued coldly: "I didn't call you here to listen to your explanation, Marvin. Your loyalty to the empire is unquestionable, and I trust you... I called you here this time to tell you that standing behind you is not just some nobody, but the sacred and powerful Tang Empire!"

"..." Marvin swallowed his saliva. He knew that what the 500 prisoners of war he led had done recently was more or less excessive.

The Tang Empire provided prisoners of war with sufficient food, which was better than what they had eaten before they became captives. They also had more adequate and restful sleep and even medical care.

This treatment is better than what they had when they were in the Yangmu Empire. Marvin thinks it is unreasonable for these people not to work hard under such circumstances.

Most prisoners of war actually know how to put themselves in others' shoes, and they are willing to work honestly, but if some people gather together and choose to confront, they will drag others into it, making the entire group become negative.

"I've heard about the crazy things those people say every day." The elf major raised his eyes and looked at Marvin again: "They called you a traitor... Does that mean that I, a big traitor, make them even more uncomfortable?"

"They didn't dare to offend you, sir." Out of kindness, Marvin tried to excuse his subordinates who often opposed him.

"I have been serving the Tang Empire for more than ten years. If anyone dares to say that I am not a Tang person, I will dig out his heart and stuff it into his own mouth!" said the elf major cruelly.

Without waiting for Marvin to explain anything, he continued, "If the progress of tomorrow's project cannot meet the target, then tomorrow's dinner will be cancelled. If the project the day after tomorrow still cannot meet the target, then lunch and dinner will be cancelled."

"Of course, if someone causes trouble because of hunger the day after tomorrow, the troublemaker will be executed. If someone questions your command, he will be executed. If someone disobeys your order, he will be executed." He said a series of words that made Marvin tremble with fear, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"Sir! Isn't this too..." Marvin spoke quickly, wanting the Elf Major to take back his order: If this was really done, then his prisoner-of-war engineering camp would be in real trouble.

Not to mention more, at least seven or eight people will be punished for their stupidity. Maybe they will lose their lives saved on the battlefield in such a peaceful place.

The problem is that it would be fine if they were really abused, but the Tang Empire treated prisoners of war very well, even better than the landlords, gentry, merchants and aristocrats who employed these civilian men in the past.

Marvin felt that it was wrong to confront such a good person, but he had no way to influence other people's thoughts, nor did he have any way to make those who were already confrontational and cunning realize the seriousness of the problem.

The Elf Major pointed at Marvin and reprimanded him sternly: "This is your fault. If you don't want this tragedy to happen, you have to use your own methods to make them obey you! If you can't do that, then I will take over the command here!"

"We feed the prisoners rice, flour, fish, shrimp, meat and vegetables! We provide them with thick quilts, windproof tents and heaters! We are willing to release prisoners with good performance after a few years! We have given so much, don't they feel the slightest bit touched? When they go against you, don't they feel the slightest bit of guilt?" He spoke faster and faster, proving his anger at the moment.

In fact, it is easy to understand. The major is also an elf. If someone calls Marvin a traitor who betrayed the Yangmu Empire, it would be an insult to him.

This was something he could not tolerate, because he had always considered himself a Tang person. No one could deny his identity, and it was the identity he was most proud of for more than a decade.

After a brief pause, the major pointed to his head and continued, "Remind your people that they are prisoners! Help them remember that they must repay their debts with labor! They once shot at me and my compatriots, and I spared them because of the Emperor's mercy... If they misunderstood anything, I will let them know my personal attitude."

"Yes! Sir!" Marvin quickly stood at attention and saluted, answering loudly with his chin raised.

The Elf Major waved his hand and sent Marvin out: "Go! Don't let me down... or rather, don't let me down again!"

"Yes! Long live the Emperor!" Ma Wen stood at attention and saluted again.

"Long live our emperor!" The elf major returned a military salute devoutly. He was a fanatic and always had the highest respect for His Majesty the Emperor.

"Hey! I say, are you telling tales again? Lord Marvin?" When returning to the camp, an elf captive grinned and sneered with disdain, and his words drew laughter from everyone around him.

No one takes this promoted civilian seriously. They are all civilians, and in their perception, civilians are not qualified to manage civilians.

Marvin was holding back his anger, but he had no place to vent it. He frowned, stopped, turned around, walked up to the captive who was always acting weird, and grabbed him by the collar: "If you want to die, then keep playing like this! I'm tired of this kind of thing, and my boss is also tired of everything about you."

"Today's dinner is cancelled. I don't care who continues to not work tomorrow... no matter who it is, I will chop off one of your fingers!" He loosened his hand and stared into the other person's eyes. Although the other person was much taller than him, he was frightened by his eyes and took several steps back.

At this moment, the tall prisoner remembered that there were people patrolling the entrance of their camp with weapons on their backs. Those human soldiers would not listen to them. As long as Marvin gave an order, everyone here might be shot to death.

They are prisoners of war... not here for vacation. If they really dare to challenge the Tang Empire, then even if they take back their weapons, even if they fight humans again, they will not end well.

Now they also remembered that Marvin, who had been tolerant of them for so many days, might not be a traitor, and the Tang Empire did not treat them harshly.

  But now, they have forced Marvin to become a villain...
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