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As the first man to storm the building, Chloe naturally received a medal. However, he also lost half a hand in the fierce defense, and as a disabled person, he was given priority for retirement and sent home.

The entire Kazdel legion is undergoing reorganization, merging the wounded, dismissing those with poor performance, retiring the disabled and those who have lost their fighting ability, and sending the overly young boys and girls who were temporarily recruited back to school and home in batches. This is the main task of the Kazdel people at this stage.

"Captain, are you planning to go home or settle down here?"

"Going home. I haven't said it before, but now that the fight is over, it's time to say it. There's a girl at home waiting for me to come back and get married—"

Kolo laughed heartily; saying that was a forbidden phrase before. But now that the game was really over, the retirement notice and compensation had arrived.

Even the documents regarding the homestead and farmland allocated to him based on his military merits were transmitted through the Demon King's network. He only needed to complete the formalities at the military affairs office before he could leave and go home.

Although he was very reluctant to part with these young men, the war was indeed temporarily over, and this was not only a privilege but also an order. As long as the formalities were not fully completed, he had to obey the order.

“Actually, Captain, our entire squad has to go home.”

"Huh?" Chloe was taken aback. Surely their meritorious unit couldn't be laid off?

“Age, Captain!” Kolo glanced at his men, their faces aged by the ravages of war, their youthful innocence completely obscured. “Damn it, I forgot about that. You’re only 15, right?” All Sarkaz soldiers under the age of 16 were forcibly demobilized and discharged to return home.

"You'd better come over to my house more often when you have time. After all, you should come to the wedding banquet for a drink..."

"Of course, I would never forget."

"Captain, we can't drink! It's our age, Captain!"

"Ah..." After passing through the bustling camp, I visited my comrade who had just undergone surgery at the field hospital, bought souvenirs in Grand City, and then had a get-together with other brothers who were designated to retire and return home before embarking on the ship back to my hometown.

The ship will dock at the border transport port, and then after a two-day train ride, you will reach the mining city in central Kazdel. After another few hours of travel by other vehicles, you will arrive at the agricultural village located in the valley. I wonder what it has become.

The past battles, deaths, and stray crossbow bolts and cannonballs seemed to have been left behind in the city. As the land transport ships moved further and further away from the front lines, the quieter world began to feel unsettling.

It was too quiet, unnaturally quiet. Several times he was startled awake from his sleep, trying to reach for his weapon, but only found a soft pillow. All around him were the snoring of other passengers. He sat silently for a long time, staring at the quiet desert and night outside the porthole.

Without the sound of sentries, without the strange smell of gun oil and sweat emanating from weapons and armor, and without the endless tremors of shells hitting the ground, it was hard to get used to it for a while. Could hands that were used to handling guns and cannons still hold farm tools?

My past as an ordinary Sarkaz farmer seems like a distant memory; this life is defined by guns, steel, fire, and death. Several times, I've had the urge to turn back, resubmit my report, and return to my familiar surroundings, but…

"Sigh...it's really over!" Chloe lay back and slowly closed her eyes.

Chapter Seventy-One Title: On Vacation

Chapter 71

Ultimately, a peace agreement was signed, and Letania did not agree to the neutralization of Grande.

However, in the case of the Northland, the region was leased to Kazdel for 80 years, and a self-governing government was formed by the locals. The agreement stipulated that the region would be taken back after eighty years, and that no one would be held accountable for any subsequent actions by the self-governing government.

This was pretty much the doctor's bottom line. In exchange for the territorial concessions, it was Letania's turn to make sufficient concessions in other areas, starting with punishing those responsible for starting the war.

There was little turmoil in this part, or rather, given the setbacks in the war, the politicians and generals who initially advocated attacking Kazdel were either dead or had lost power. Bringing them out now to take responsibility for the war is simply making use of them.

Secondly, the complete blockade of Kazdel should be lifted, which is self-evident and there's not much to say about it. At the same time, all punitive tariffs should be lifted and tariff-free treatment should be granted for three years.

As a defeated nation, Letania, of course, does not acknowledge defeat, only claiming a draw. However, it is clear to everyone that their elite forces are fighting within Ursus territory. If the Sarkaz wanted to attack, Letania could hardly muster any troops to stop them.

Whether they acknowledge it or not, it doesn't change the fact that they need to compensate Kazdel. Since Letania simply doesn't have enough hard currency to pay, they have to pay in installments by mortgaging territory and increase their plunder of the Principality of Kosichea.

Other details, such as the specific amount of reparations, Letania's apology statement, compensation for the victims, and future preferential policies for business and investment, were of little concern to anyone—after all, no one would want to invest in Letania at this point unless the war was completely over.

When the peace treaty was signed, the noble private armies that were still resisting lost their will to fight, and even their masters gave up resistance. What else could they do?

The only outcome of continuing the fight is either being hanged by these Sarkaz or by other border nobles who don't want to fight.

The Leitanian militia and regular soldiers lined up and walked to the square, threw their weapons into the pits prepared by Kazdel, and then entered the prisoner-of-war camp empty-handed to await further screening and arrangements.

Among them, a group of people with better reputations will be released to serve as members of the newly formed city defense and security forces. As locals, letting them do this can effectively eliminate the locals' resistance and at the same time eliminate the resistance of the remaining people.

The post-war period was a more troublesome and lengthy process than the war itself. People in the occupied territories needed to be appeased, prisoners of war needed to be resettled, meritorious soldiers on our side needed to be rewarded, and soldiers who had lost their fighting ability or no longer wanted to fight needed to be demobilized and sent home to find jobs.

The surrendered enemy troops should have their weapons confiscated and be taken in and resettled, with the aim of turning the resistance forces back into their original farmers and ordinary workers as much as possible.

Grand is a border town primarily engaged in mining and archaeological excavation, making it unsuitable for agricultural production. However, the vast desert mines can accommodate a large population, provided there is sufficient water.

Weathered source rock particles mixed with a large amount of metallic components are deposited under the sand dunes. All that is needed is to dig up the sand dunes, isolate them with walls, and expose the bluish-black mud and sand underneath, then mining can begin.

However, the refining and mining costs of these minerals are relatively high, and they are not very competitive internationally in peacetime.

However, in this era of war, with the soaring prices of various energy sources and steel, it does have some value in terms of mining and refining.

Comparatively, the excavation of historical sites was more popular. Under the yellow sand, there were a large number of ancient people's ships and facilities buried. Treasure hunters would determine the location based on various information, and then organize teams to go deep into the desert to search and collect materials.

Here, you might find something valuable, or you might only find a pile of worthless junk. This high-stakes, high-risk lifestyle attracted countless gold prospectors, and Grand developed by providing these prospectors with shovels, bags, fresh water, and various logistical supplies.

Just like the San Francisco Gold Rush, it's unclear whether the gold prospectors made money, but those who sold shovels and buckets certainly made a fortune. Now, Grand clearly can't continue with that old business model.

Because it's a battlefield, no gold prospectors will come to pan for gold, and they are no match for the professional archaeological teams on Kazdel's side, whether in terms of firepower or professional skills.

However, a completely new business has now emerged: the dismantling and recycling of stranded and abandoned vehicles, vehicles, and destroyed mobile fortresses in the wilderness.

"Sizzle—" Sparks flew across the steel frame as the tower-type cutting machine moved slowly. With a cheer from the workers, a large piece of metal and carbon structure slid down together, crashing into the sand dune and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Soon, Leitanian workers went up, put on steel cables, and used trucks to take it to several nearby dismantling sites for further recycling and dismantling. The metal structure was dismantled and sent into the furnace for recycling.

The carbon materials were collected and sent to processing plants in the city for recycling and manufacturing into new carbon precast panels and structural building materials for urban reconstruction. Some of these materials were used for the maintenance and repair of Grand City, while others were sent to Kazdel for the construction and reconstruction of Kazdel.

However, for these Leitanian workers, all they cared about was how many days' worth of food their performance bonuses could buy.

It must be said that the security force composed of released prisoners of war and the relatively good discipline of these Sarkaz people somewhat alleviated the locals' resistance and rejection.

At least there were no overt attacks or armed resistance, but behind-the-scenes collusion, half-hearted work, and double-dealing remained serious problems. At least for most of the lower classes in Letania, these Sarkaz people could provide enough food, and they didn't mind working for them.

This phenomenon may not be of much concern to the powerful elites of Letania, but in the Doctor's eyes, it means that the process of Letanians forming a completely new national consciousness has been interrupted.

The formation of national cohesion is similar to that of an army; it requires a continuous series of achievements and victories to shape it, and it needs to be tested by calamities and wars. Only by overcoming these challenges can a symbol of cohesion be formed.

To paraphrase an ancient saying, only such distinctions can create the "distinction between Chinese and barbarians." And breaking this cohesion is not so difficult; all it takes is a sufficiently large failure and the incompetence of those in power, and this cohesion will soon dissipate.

The direct consequence of this dispersal is that when the Letanians feel that whoever comes is just a servant and pays taxes, and has nothing to do with them, then if Kazdel really wants to invade Letania, not many people will resolutely resist.

An army composed of these people would have no will to fight, and it would be good enough if they didn't cause farces like paying before fighting. The Letanians are clearly unaware of this.

Their sense of superiority over the Sarkaz vanished in the face of a real defeat, followed by a qualitative difference in the treatment they received from the Sarkaz compared to the treatment they originally received from the upper echelons of Letania.

If they incite a few more acts of resistance and armed action, which are brutally suppressed and escalate into oppression of their supporters, then Letania will soon lose its last shred of national cohesion.

When the sanctity of nobles and rulers disappears, and the symbols that unite the people are broken, then there is no need for external enemies to invade; their own ambitious figures and military leaders will send these people to hell without any external interference.

"273 points, not bad for today." The young woman sitting behind the desk reached out and tore off two ration slips, tossing them out. The burly Sarkaz guards behind her made all the Letanian refugees and workers line up obediently to receive their pay for the day.

Every 100 work points earns one ration bar, and each ration bar is equivalent to approximately 50 kilograms of starch or any other necessities of life.

Compared to the treatment within Kazdel, this was practically a slave factory. However, compared to working for the Letanian government, these people were not cheated, received sufficient and high-quality supplies, and were guarded and patrolled to prevent others from stealing their rations. This difference became apparent.

"Next……"

"90 points. You didn't get it today. Come back tomorrow."

“Um…” The Leitanian on the other side rubbed his hands together, somewhat embarrassed, before he could finish speaking. He was grabbed by the neck and pulled away by the tall Sarkaz warrior on the other side. “Next one, hmm, 200 points, just right. Next time you should leave a point or two more, otherwise you’ll be short one slip.”

"I know, I know, thank you, Miss."

"You've got a sweet tongue, but there's nothing good for you." The Sarkaz girl smiled, then pressed the bell. "Next..."

This job is quite boring; it's completely mechanical, involving calculating scores and then issuing slips of paper.

One point is roughly equivalent to 2 kilograms of recyclables. In other words, to get 200 points, you need to recycle nearly half a ton of recyclables, which is not something everyone, even with the physique of a Terran, can do.

Most people get around 100 points at most, and those who get less than 100 points get nothing except the bland and tasteless standard meals in the cafeteria.

One hundred kilograms of starch was a fairly good reward for the border city of Leitania, whose people had been drained by the war.

Whether you eat it yourself, store it, or exchange it at a flea market, it's a good option.

Moreover, to be honest, the rations previously provided by the Leitanian government were not only less in quantity but also of poor quality, and were subject to various deductions. In the end, an adult would receive less than 1 kilogram of inferior mixed powder per day.

This mixture consists of approximately 5% to 10% flour, 20% bran powder, approximately 10% sawdust powder, and more than half of the amount of root powder.

Tree root powder is made from the roots of a wild desert plant. It's made by crushing the roots with a hammer, squeezing out a bitter, yellowish juice, and then drying it to extract starch. This starch is bitter, unpalatable, and slightly toxic. However, even this mixture of powders would barely keep an adult from starving.

These relief rations and food supplies distributed by the Sarkaz were real food. Even though many conscientious intellectuals were calling for this to be a ploy by the other side to win over the people, and that once everyone stopped resisting, such good treatment would be gone, they could not stop those who were struggling to make ends meet from lining up to receive them.

These starches weren't wheat flour, but rather potato starch mixed with a small amount of sweet potato starch. However, regardless, there were no sawdust or gravel mixed in, and they were all fresh, emitting the unique aroma of grains.

It's slightly inferior in quality to wheat flour, but compared to Letania's blended flour, it's simply a top-quality ingredient.

In reality, the Sarkaz's provision of such food and treatment was not entirely out of kindness, because according to Dr. Kal'tsit's precise calculations, the increased motivation these people would generate from receiving sufficient food and calories far outweighed the value of the food itself.

After all, Kazdel doesn't really have much cost to produce these things, at least a quarter less than the cost the Letanians think, while their recycled products are relatively valuable to Kazdel.

In this situation, it is obviously more worthwhile to let them eat their fill and give them greater motivation to work, just like feudal landlords never let peasants eat their fill.

At the very least, factory owners would pay their workers enough wages to buy food.

Because they were too hungry to work, it ultimately affected the factory owners' own interests—of course, generally speaking, their wages were only enough to buy food.

In the heart of Grand City, a new shopping mall belonging to Kazdel opened. It didn't sell any of the goods that people usually liked; it only sold various agricultural products and food, and supported barter and rationing transactions. It was quickly packed with hungry citizens.

To be honest, the goods here were not very attractive to the occupying forces. They were mostly unused supplies and rations that were about to expire, as well as the very unpopular "hardship food" produced in the rear during the war.

This surprised many Leitanians who were afraid of being robbed after buying things, because the Sarkaz who maintained order were incredibly polite in this regard, the kind who wouldn't even pick up things that fell on the ground.

As a minor girl who lost her parents in the war and had three younger brothers to support, Sharott squeezed through a group of strong men and women stronger than men while carrying a large bag of "relief bread." She almost tripped and fell, but a Sarkaz girl with a gun couldn't bear to see her like that and pulled her out of the crowded mall alive.

After taking a deep breath of the cold air, which smelled of burning, he quickly ran towards the half-collapsed house at the end of the street.

To be honest, her parents could be said to have died at the hands of these Sarkaz. Although they did not intentionally massacre civilians, the first wave of airstrikes and airdrops still caused a large number of collateral civilian casualties.

For example, a tank weighing over 200 tons could level an ordinary house instantly, not to mention the artillery and various weapons used by the Leitanians to destroy these paratroopers, which caused many civilian casualties.

It's impossible to say that there's absolutely no resentment or hatred, but for Sharo, hatred can't bring bread. More than hatred and revenge, she needs to find a way to raise her three younger brothers. Those from wealthy families who don't have to worry about food can shout for non-cooperation and resistance, but she can't.

Besides, the Leitanian government hasn't been very effective either. If the Leitanian government had performed even half as well as these Sarkaz, then it would be understandable for them to call on everyone to rise up against the Sarkaz's rule.

But they are even more inhumane, welcoming those lords back and then sending themselves to brothels?

You have to understand, for a girl her age who has lost her parents, the only place she could go elsewhere was a brothel. Now she can at least have a hard job that at least allows her to eat her fill.

The key to their survival, rather than being beaten in brothels, lies in the fact that the Sarkaz thoroughly cleaned up these dark corners of the city after their occupation.

Of course, they might not be standing up for the Letanian girl, but rather rescuing their own people.

After all, Sarkaz succubi were also sought-after commodities in brothels. Many Sarkaz girls living in Letania were sent to concentration camps, while those who weren't sent went to brothels to endure the abuse of men who had failed on the battlefield.

Therefore, after the occupation, the front-line command immediately launched a surprise attack on all the relevant places, and regardless of any underground forces or so-called unspoken rules, and regardless of hostages or moral blackmail, they thoroughly razed all the red-light district places to the ground. Unless the bosses behind the scenes had fled before the war, none of them escaped. Now they are all lined up on the main street in the city center, slowly drying in the sun.

Well, the reason they're hung up there isn't just as a deterrent, but because if these "fresh meats" aren't hung up to dry, they'll soon disappear from the streets and become some kind of canned or frozen meat.