Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Dacus looked at the scene below and took a deep breath. A vast expanse of white cotton fields spread out in front of him, as if there was no end. The cotton was dazzlingly white, sparkling in the sunlight, like a huge white ocean, against the azure blue of the sky.

Now is the cotton harvest season. Thousands of dispatched workers are bending over and working hard in the fields. Under the supervision of supervisors, their fingers quickly shuttle through the cotton bushes, constantly picking the soft and white cotton and putting it into the baskets behind them.

The sun scorched them and sweat dripped from their foreheads. The prosperity and harvest of cotton had nothing to do with them and could not bring them any benefits, but no one stopped because the overseer's whip and some examples hanging on poles were urging them to speed up.

"What did you see?" Daxus pointed to the cotton sea in the distance and spoke lightly.

"Cotton?" Kerillian looked at the labor dispatch and answered with a frown. The reason why she frowned was not because of the way Duruchi treated humans, but because she really didn't understand what Daquus asked.

"wealth?"

"wealth!"

"right?"

The dispatched workers in the field were still busy at work, and the scene of hard work formed a sharp contrast with their conversation.

Dacus scanned the vast cotton fields in front of him and did not respond to the words of the elves and red dragons. His eyes passed over the cotton fields, as if he saw the distant past and future. At this moment, he felt that he was really chosen by Tzeentch. He opened the magic box with his own hands and released a terrifying monster.

He knew clearly that cotton was the foundation and anchor of the colonial empire. As the book Empire of Cotton says, cotton was a catalyst for expansion and the foundation of the colonial economic system. The white fiber crossed the ocean, maintained the operation of the empire, promoted the world's industrialization, and promoted global war capitalism. Empires and capitalism were built on this cheap labor, vast land, endless expansion and conquest.

He looked back at the elves who were still discussing. He seemed to have an illusion that some of them would part ways with him because of cotton and go on the road of opposition. There was a high probability of this happening, but... it seemed that it was not unavoidable?

He had thought about this problem before, and then he allocated the cotton of Asheril to Malekith, who was full of questions and said it was unnecessary. Just like the cannery in the north of Chapeyuto Province was invested by Hirsis and his men, the cotton fields in Asheril Province were Malekith's industry. His purpose in doing so was to prevent the various families from tasting the sweetness brought by the cotton industry... not sweetness, but huge profits!
To put it bluntly, he tricked the powerful people in Druch, including his own family.

In the future, the various families may discover the huge benefits of cotton, but they can't do anything about it. Grow it themselves? Labor dispatch is no problem, but where is the land? Where? Naggaroth? In the forest of Elsin Arwen? Is it Ulthuan? Cotton is currently only grown on a large scale in Asheril. Oppose Malekith? After the Great Purge, the army is in Malekith's hands, how can he oppose it?

Just as Malekith knew what he wanted, he also knew what Malekith wanted.

Malekith cares about wealth, but not as exaggeratedly as other families, because the core of Malekith's appeal is not here. Wealth is just a link and a tool.

For a very long time, cotton will become the industry of the Witch King and the Phoenix King. And not only cotton, but the entire system starting from cotton, including planting, packaging, transportation, processing, and sales all belong to the Witch King.

There are many advantages to doing this. The cotton industry is in the hands of the Witch King, not a family or a group of families. No one can say anything, and there will be no typical "I don't have it, why do you have it" situation. In the hands of the Witch King, no one can say anything, they can only stare and watch.

Subsequent laws, religions, and mechanical tools will follow. The law will protect the rights of the elven farmers, religion will strengthen the orthodoxy, sacredness, and ruling power of the Phoenix King, and mechanical tools such as cotton harvesters will replace the huge cheap labor force.

After the transformation is completed, the cotton industry will be transformed into one without the participation of labor dispatch, and the focus will be shifted to large brands and retailers. In his opinion, this is the advantage of the elves, with their characteristics, army and unique navy.

There are good things about this, like order and so on, and other things...

Further follow-up...

It was too far away, so far that Darkus couldn't even see it.

He did not make any long speeches, far-sighted insights, or say any enlightening words. After patting the big guy, he walked straight down the height under the gaze of everyone.

There are many types of cotton in this world. Asheril grows Sea Island cotton, which is unique to Lustria. Its fibers are long and fine, much longer than ordinary cotton, which makes its fabric softer, smoother, and has great strength and durability. It is one of the most precious cotton varieties in the world and is the king of cotton.

Of course, all this is what he thinks. After all, the world has not yet carried out large-scale cotton planting and cultivation.

At present, the picking of sea island cotton is done manually, and there is no agricultural machinery. This is exactly in line with the characteristics of sea island cotton. Manual picking can better protect the integrity of cotton fibers and avoid damage to cotton fibers caused by mechanical picking.

Some of the elderly and weak female laborers were gathered together to clean the cotton after picking, using the cotton gin to remove impurities and cotton seeds from the cotton. In order to preserve the high quality of the fiber and avoid fiber breakage, they shook the cotton gin very slowly, as if they were dawdling.

Before the cotton fiber is separated from the cotton seeds, it is seed cotton. After the seed cotton is ginned, the cotton fiber separated from the cotton seeds is lint cotton. Then there is nothing else. After a little pressing, it is directly loaded onto the truck, and the subsequent processing is not carried out here.

Overall, he is both satisfied and dissatisfied. He is satisfied because the system for cotton planting, picking and primary processing is in place.

The reason for the dissatisfaction is that the Sea Island Cotton is not good enough. The Sea Island Cotton fiber is very slender and soft, which makes the fabric extremely comfortable to the touch and is very suitable for making high-end underwear, bed sheets and other products. Due to its long fiber length and high strength, Sea Island Cotton has better wear resistance than other types of cotton and a longer product life. The Sea Island Cotton fiber has a natural luster, and its fabric looks more advanced and textured. It has good moisture absorption and can effectively absorb sweat to keep the wearer comfortable. At the same time, it is also breathable, suitable for making summer clothing.

However, the yield of sea island cotton is relatively low, its growth cycle is long, and it has strict requirements on soil, climate and other growing conditions.

What he wants now is quantity. In the extremely harsh environment of Naggaroth, quantity is far more important than quality. What he wants is to use more production in a short period of time to ensure that the cotton products of the entire Naggaroth are sufficient, not comfort. He wants to ensure that every Duruchi in Naggaroth, regardless of gender, age, or status, has cotton shoes and cotton jackets to wear and will not freeze to death.

As for the powerful and wealthy, they were not within his consideration. But there were still silk, wool and various exotic leathers.

He could only put his hope on Master Wu, and wait for Master Wu to finish his research on the project and improve the cotton seeds. For Master Wu, this was a piece of cake, but if he sent a fleet out to look for it, it would take a long time.
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Soon, Daxus came to Asheril, which had a two-tier administrative system, that is, Asheril City, Asheril Province, Asheril Region, Elf Empire… It was particularly troublesome to write, and it was similar to the neighboring city of Chapeuto, which had a single-tier administrative system.

In his plan, the future city of Aishriel will be the administrative center of the Aishriel region, rather than the current Chapeuto.

Like La Plata, Aishriel is also cut by a river, but the difference is that La Plata is cut vertically and Aishriel is cut horizontally.

The current Asheril has changed a lot since he was last there. A small number of lizardmen are busy in the north, piling up stones from the Sotek Ridge by the river. These stones are for the future construction of the pyramid. The tranquility of the river is in sharp contrast to the bustling construction site. The stones glow faintly in the sun, as if witnessing the birth of a future miracle, as if...

To the south are the factory and settlement of Duruchi. The factory, which requires power from water flow, is lined up along the river, and the settlement is to the south of the factory.

Of course, there is also a unique landmark, the wooden house he built when he first came here. Now that piece of land is fenced off, will it become a tourist attraction or exhibition hall like a former residence for future generations to admire and visit?
He was looking forward to what it would be like a hundred years from now. Maybe he would join the tourists and listen to the tour guide explain the importance of this place in the history of the elves? Maybe he would tell the tour guide and the management staff that a certain item was not placed in this way? But it would not happen that the tour guide would ask him: How did you know? And the subsequent scenes of being slapped in the face would not happen. The life span of the elves was there. He just lived a long life, he was not reborn, and he was not frozen like an old popsicle. There was no reason for the tour guide not to recognize him.

He stayed by the cabin for a while with Walter and Flanes, talking to each other. In the parade, only Walter and Flanes were senior members, following him when he first visited the continent of Lustria, and of course, the big guy.

As for the others... there was no feeling of age, as if the other seniors were already gone, but just happened to not be in the parade at the moment. They mostly talked about the past, the distortion when eating insects, the embarrassment when the typhoon passed, and laughed at how ugly Walter carved the emblem of the Thorn Family.

The moment Daxu saw Whitney, he gave her a warm big hug without hesitation. His strength and intimacy made Whitney feel uncomfortable. She seemed a little at a loss, even a little nervous, not knowing how to respond.

"You have to remember that although we are not related by blood, we are family, family! Do you understand this concept?" He said in a serious and sincere tone after releasing her hand. He was a supporter of Anna Sara, and he supported the promotion system. Regardless of whether they were related by blood or not, as long as they were family members, they were his family. This was his anchor point, and it was he who proposed the promotion of Whitney.

Whitney nodded subconsciously, but her eyes revealed a hint of confusion.

"You don't understand!" Daxus saw this, shook his head and said in a deep voice.

Whitney was stunned for a moment, thinking about what Dacus said. Then, she slowly nodded again, with a hint of understanding in her eyes. She carefully stretched out her hands and hugged Dacus's back again. This time the hug was no longer a passive response, but came from the heart, with a new sense of intimacy.

When the hug ended, Malanul came over and, as if continuing the emotion, smiled and stretched out his hands to Whitney.

Whitney hesitated for a moment, but then she also gave Maranul a firm and warm hug. The whole scene was filled with family warmth and affection, which made the elves and the red dragon dazed.

"I brought you a gift. Guess what it is?" Dacus said in a slightly ostentatious tone, with a hint of mystery in his eyes.

"Some strange equipment?" Whitney thought about it for a moment. She was very smart, otherwise she wouldn't have come this far. She didn't think Dacus would bring her any gold, silver or jewelry. She needed these things, but not that much. And if it was gold, silver or jewelry, Dacus wouldn't have expressed it in this tone and expression. Combined with some news she had heard before, she thought it might be something else, she tentatively guessed.

"Hahahaha, yes, a steam engine!" Daxus laughed and patted Whitney on the shoulder.

"Steam engine? A machine driven by steam? No, it's the energy that allows the machine to generate steam and convert the steam's energy into a reciprocating power machine." Whitney's eyes showed surprise when he heard this answer.

"Yes, let's go shopping first."

After removing the seeds, the cotton fibers are not completely clean and still contain some fine impurities such as leaves, dust or small particles. Subsequent processing is required to remove the remaining impurities through shaking and screening to make the cotton fibers cleaner and more uniform.

After that, the cotton needs to be combed to comb the cotton fibers into smooth long strips, making the fibers flatter and more neatly arranged. It can also further remove short fibers and small impurities to ensure the uniformity of the cotton strips.

Dacus stood aside, frowning slightly, and the scene in front of him made him feel a little overwhelmed. He couldn't even describe the feeling, it was very strange, not like a punch on cotton, but a perfect ingredient was finally served on the table by someone who couldn't even cook.

The cotton fibers were completely compacted and packed under the heavy pressure of the steam hammer. The whole process was full of power and momentum. When he saw the huge steam hammer falling heavily and smashing on the cotton, he was completely stunned. This scene completely overturned his imagination. What he thought was a delicate craft, now turned into such a rough mechanical force.

"The limit of human power." Whitney spoke first, as if she knew what Daxus was going to ask.

Dacus nodded and said nothing. Whitney was a technician and now a manager. His position was the same as that of Coptiti. Since Whitney said so, what could he say? Unless the ankylosaurs in the north were transferred over and the ankylosaurs pulled the chains, exceeding the limit of human power, and pressed the cotton into bales without smashing it, but those ankylosaurs would have to return to the ridge to transport stones. "An industry-related department has been established, with Colonia as the leader. What are your plans for the future?" He did not want to argue about technology, so he shifted the topic to management.

"Me? I'm fine with anything. I'll follow your...your arrangements." Whitney hesitated for a moment, then made a decision.

"You, as the deputy, will continue to stay here and serve as the Night Warden of Asheril," Daxus first made a meaningless joke, and then said seriously, "You must remember that this place is very important, more important than you think. You will make a great contribution to history. In the future, your name will be indispensable in many industries and will be a must-test in exams. I'm sorry, the current official system is a bit confusing. Your appointment letter will not be issued until I return to Naggaroth."

The Night Warden is supposed to manage the city, and Watt is above the standard. Strictly speaking, Whitney is currently the Night Warden of Asherel, managing everything in Asherel.

Whitney, who was somewhat excited, did not say much. She just stood there quietly, bowed and nodded, waiting for further instructions from Daxus.

"Don't be like this, we are a family, is there anyone you like?"

"At the moment... not." Whitney was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that the scope of the conversation between Daxus and her would be so long. A trace of imperceptible embarrassment emerged on her face and her eyes were a little evasive, but she quickly regained her composure.

"If you have any, write to me." Dacus said first, then he stretched out his right hand, put his index finger on the nose, and used the other four fingers to cover his mouth and whispered in Whitney's ear, "Love boldly, I'm here. Of course, the premise is that you know..."

"Don't make a baby!" He added, fearing that Whitney might not understand him. But he did not go down the stairs, nor did he slap himself.

That's how the martial arts world is, they marry each other, outsiders can't stand us, and we can't stand outsiders either.

Unlike Edmund who was also promoted, Edmund is a man and has the right to choose. He can find someone from commoners to minor nobles, and has plenty of choices.

Whitney was a woman, which was a problem, and at that time... Actually, Whitney didn't need to be promoted, she just needed to marry into the family, which was the normal practice. But marrying into the family and promotion are completely different things, and because of the need to set an example and promote, it was not done this way.

Unlike marriages in Europe and ancient times, most women in the family have made achievements in magic and other fields. They are either powerful sorcerers, officers in the army, or captains. They are precious fighting forces and cannot be leaked out. The old grandmother Annasara was very decisive when dealing with this matter. She made a one-size-fits-all decision without any details. It was nothing like "she is a sorcerer, I am not, she can't do it, why can't I do it?"

This has its pros and cons. At least the women in the family don't have to marry for the sake of the family's interests. For... According to tradition, the man must marry into the family and take the surname of Hell's Disaster, but the range of choices is relatively small.

The matter between his cousin and Tolandil was a big one, and he had to carry the banner and rush to the front. He was the only one who had this weight, and he was not afraid of being bitten by lice in this regard. Adding Whitney was not too much, as long as he didn't give the whole illegitimate child thing, even if Whitney liked Walter, he could still get this done.

Thinking of this, he suddenly looked at Walter. When his eyes met Walter's briefly, Walter immediately turned his head away uncomfortably to avoid looking at him.

"Oh~" Combining with Daxus's previous words, Cowell, who noticed Watt's actions, made a strange cry.

Maranul, who was standing nearby, also whistled and looked at Watt with a smile on his face.

The scene suddenly became awkward, and Whitney and Walter's faces almost turned red at the same time. Whitney seemed a little at a loss, and secretly glanced at Dacus, not knowing how to respond to this sudden joke.

"It seems you don't need to write to me?" Dacus also joined the teasing, which was equivalent to approving the marriage. He had no reason to object. In his opinion, Walter and Whitney were good together, from all angles.

After playing around for a while, the team continued to stroll around the factory.

Laymen look at strategy, military strength, and weapons, while experts look at logistics.

The actual combat performance of the army is actually a reflection of its material basis, and the level of logistics can reflect the combat effectiveness of the troops to a certain extent.

Fighting a war is not about strategizing, nor is it about observing the sky at night and calculating with fingers, otherwise Chang'an would have been taken before the seven-star lamp was set up. A truly strong army relies on basic tactical capabilities to defeat the enemy, not on highly entertaining but gambling-like calculations, nor on so-called famous generals and geniuses. There are too many historical examples and examples. There is no such thing as a hundred clever strategies, only steady and steady advancement of the front line.

In Dacus's opinion, with a good army, an ordinary general can also win a battle. As for tying a dog, it is too outrageous, because a real general is more like a manager, and there are still certain professional requirements. And an outstanding general, without a good system, will still lose, just like a general manager with great construction experience leading a group of students to carry out large-scale construction.

Generals are more of a manifestation of the system. The core of the military lies in the construction of troops. Relying on the strength of the system, you can crush your opponents. Without Gubushuai's armored force construction and innovation in the use of armored forces, without Meyer's tactical air force, the Sedan Fortress across the Meuse River would be like a natural moat. Without the roar of the Stuka, when the heavy artillery in the rear was transferred and the French reinforcements arrived, the dream of war would return again. What could we use to swing the sickle?

A good army is like the principle of a wooden barrel. The tactical system, organizational system, weapons and equipment rate, balance of arms, level of synthesis, organization and logistics are all pieces of the plank, and none of them can be missing.

As for magic, he didn't consider it. It was just king against king, soldier against soldier, general against general.

Louis Nicolas Davout is stereotypically a brave general who had all sorts of brilliant military achievements, but he also had accomplishments in other areas, such as logistics and strategy.

A lot of things happened after Napoleon's restoration in 1815. In terms of logistics, the cost of producing new uniforms was about million francs, and the cost of providing uniforms for the newly formed army was about million francs. The reason for this is that the original and mobilized army was . Yes, at the time of Waterloo, France had troops on paper.

To meet the demand for military uniforms, Davout deployed, but the manufacturers demanded that they be paid in cash now. There were many reasons for this, political one being one, but more economic. The bills for the two years before he stepped down had not been settled, and not only that, the bills for the Bourbon Restoration had not been settled either.

Napoleon was prepared to provide 13 million francs for the production of uniforms, shoes and harnesses, but it was just a thought. The financial and national credit systems at that time had collapsed long ago, and in the end he only managed to allocate 2 million francs.

Davout used part of the francs as a deposit to allow manufacturers to make military uniforms first. As for the rest...

At the time he pointed out: People are worried that there is not enough blue cloth to provide uniforms for the army, but before enough blue cloth is produced, we should first consider whether we can put on a good coat for the soldiers, as most of the Allied troops were dressed in the last campaign.

And this is just the uniforms; horses, tack, equipment, food and salaries all represent a huge financial hole.

At that time, military shoes were in great shortage. According to Davout's judgment, a soldier needed four pairs of shoes in a campaign, and there must be a reserve of 100,000 to 150,000 pairs, which would cost 750,000 francs. However, due to financial problems, manufacturers once again refused to produce under the condition of debt. Fortunately, he was a logistics manager in the previous two years and had a huge reputation. At the government meeting on April 18, most manufacturers agreed to cooperate, but they had to pay as soon as possible.

In addition to uniforms and shoes, there was also a shortage of military caps. Some soldiers who were supposed to wear bearskin caps could only wear bicorne caps to fight. This was still for clothing, and weapons were even more scarce. Fortunately, he was Davout, like a paperhanger, and he managed to solve the problem. However, his plan was to start fighting in July, not June.

"Your Majesty, if you win the battle on the front line, Paris will naturally be yours; if you are unfortunately defeated on the front line, no matter who stays, it will be difficult to defend Paris, and I am insignificant." Before Napoleon set off, the loyal Davout said this.

Perhaps if Davout had fought some more beautiful battles, Waterloo could have been won, and Brussels was open, the initial strategic goal might have been achieved. In this regard, he showed political and strategic vision. Everything depended on the battle line, and Paris was not important.

But Napoleon did not. When his army went to the battlefield, due to financial and preparation issues, it was not as gorgeous as in a famous movie. It was more like... no more like, just an army put together in a hurry.

Then came Waterloo. After returning to Paris, Napoleon, covered in dust, was ready to fight to the end, but this did not happen. In the end, he abdicated for the second time and lost Paris once again and forever.

Davout played a key role in this. He refused to continue the mobilization and order to fortify Paris, and personally persuaded Napoleon to abdicate. He did not do it for his wife and children, as Napoleon lamented. The reason why he did this was more of a sense of powerlessness in the face of the general trend. At that time, France had no money, no soldiers, and no food. It could no longer fight. Although it had 25 armies, it was only on paper, while the combined army of the coalition forces was nearly 900,000.

On the other hand, the situation on Drucci's side was not much better.

The environment in Naggaroth is harsh and suffocating. The land is covered in cold wind and snow all year round, which is not suitable for the growth of any crops. Although the vast ice fields and towering mountains look majestic, they are of no benefit to survival. Every winter, the cold wind is mixed with biting snow and frost, making it impossible for people to stand still. The whole land is like an icy tomb, and even breathing is painful.

The sky is always leaden, lacking warm sunshine and materials for survival. The land is fertile, but it cannot be planted. The most basic necessities of survival depend on the supply of Clar Karond in the far south. Although Malekith is the Witch King, he cannot reverse the fate of this dead land.

The Duruchi soldiers have strong armor and superb combat skills, but they are few in number and have empty stomachs. In order to maintain the combat capability of the army, they need to plunder supplies from other places. Every time the Black Ark returns, Naggaroth can take a breather for a while, but this is only temporary. Hunger and poverty will always be a lingering shadow in this land.

Naggaroth does not have enough resources to launch a war that lasts for years, and cannot support large-scale military operations. Every war is a huge consumption. The dread lords, soldiers and behemoths cannot continue to fight in the long-term famine and resource depletion. Asur is not stupid. He fortifies the land and clears the fields, and makes surprise attacks at sea to strangle the enemy.

No matter how much ambition and hatred Malekith had, he could not push this war machine forward. He could only sit on the throne in a daze, his heart filled with helplessness and anger.

And the beginning of the Age of Torment is a reflection of all this.

According to the history of a certain dimension, his next attack will be in the year 2300 of the Imperial Calendar, which is eight hundred years after the last attack...

Now, with an explosion in the sky, Daxus made a brilliant appearance.

He didn't understand the tactical system, the organization system, the balance of arms, the level of synthesis, etc. According to the Crusader King, most of his attributes were in diplomacy, management, and knowledge. He only had a little bit of military skills, and only knew how to lead small-scale troops in battle. He was completely confused when fighting large-scale troops, but fortunately he could mobilize. As for strategy... it was just so-so.

As for personality and traits...

A soldier's stomach determines how far the army can advance.

What he wanted was to sort out the logistics so that the soldiers would have food, clothing, and other necessities after their training in Naggaroth and their arrival in Ulthuan, and they would not have to worry about going hungry or having to find their own food after finishing the previous one.

Of course, the place he was inspecting now did not produce food, but production for daily use.

The factory area is very large, and many of the factory buildings are now empty, with only weeds, but that doesn't prevent them from being turned into factories in the future. Some of the factories are in operation. The first factory he went to was the one that was used to pack cotton. Later, the lint cotton would be transported to Chapeiuto and shipped to Nagaros.

The next factory building is the focus, one of his main concerns, shoes. (End of this chapter)