Chapter 1824

Finally, the work of "evacuating refugees" was done by the elves. Xiweier dared to let tens of thousands of people of unknown origin enter their camp.

Linton doesn't care. Whoever helps is the same. After all, what he really wants is population. As for the war between the elves and the Terrans, Linton thought that the Elves were not the opponent of the Terran army. The number of troops and the quality of armaments were completely crushed, that is, the fighting ability of individual soldiers. The Elves were indeed stronger, but Linton felt that the gap in the quality of individual soldiers could not make up for the poor national strength of both sides.

Of course, the elves didn't work hard. Linton asked them to evacuate refugees before the war began. The elves agreed. They were really disgusted by this. They rushed to send some refugees so that they could concentrate on preparing the whole army for war. Now they don't have time to quarrel with Linton. Finish it and send them away.

So these days, Linton has to go to the elves' barracks every day. It's not a simple supervisor, mainly... The elves are really fun. Linton said he likes the way you look at me and can't kill me, especially the head of the army, Sylvie, is surprisingly interesting.

"It's impossible! We can't take out military food!" At this time, Sylvie here was roaring in front of Linton.

The main thing is that many of these concentrated refugees have no food to eat. Linton's evacuation plan is to concentrate the scattered people to the nearby cities first. Linton didn't say what happened later. In fact, Linton is preparing to pull away through the portal, otherwise there will be no time for the task. The elves thought they were gathered and taken away in a team. It's not surprising. They didn't ask about it.

However, the kingdom of sardinwende is a poor country that often has no food. The concentrated group of refugees themselves have no food. How to solve the food problem of so many people? Linton is definitely unprepared. There is a lot of food in the new town. I don't worry about this problem at all. Now the empire is very rich with money and food. Just allocate some at will. But the problem is that during the waiting period, these refugees have no food to cross over. They are poor and even have problems preparing food for more than ten days, which is the case for most families.

Of course, these refugees also responded. You asked us to move. Do you solve the food problem, or let us go back to farming, hunting, digging wild vegetables, catching fish and so on, and we won't starve to death, will you?

By the way, most of the people in the kingdom of sardinwinde are very cooperative in the work of immigration. After all, they don't know that Linton doesn't intend to let them back at all. They just take refuge temporarily and avoid the war. Of course, they don't want to die. Who knows how long and how many months the war between Terrans and Elves will last? How many years? This is normal. Moreover, their king came to assure and mobilize them. When the king said so, of course, they agreed to take refuge in the Empire.

But the problem is to live to reach the Empire. Now you don't give the relocated food. Are you going to starve them on the road? Then it's better not to go. Although there is war, it won't necessarily die, right? But without food, it will starve to death.

Seeing that the people here are going to make trouble, of course, the matter has also been spread to the elves responsible for the transfer. The elves didn't want to do it. Linton forced it. You should be responsible for it. Do you contact a wave of food yourself.

"I trust you to give you such an important task of refugee transfer. I can't even do this well?" Linton said with awe inspiring righteousness, "if you can't do it, let my team take over, and they won't have any problem of food shortage."

"You..." Sylvie pointed to Linton and didn't say anything for a long time. She really hasn't seen such a disgusting guy. Linton knew that it was absolutely impossible for them to let the people of the so-called love team into their camp, so he caught this crazy disgusting them, and even prepared to let them take out their own military food to help the people this time.

Although Linton didn't say it clearly, at present, there are only military barracks where there is food. Can there be other food? But how can military food be taken out to do this? These refugees have nothing to do with their elves. Why should they help them.

But if you don't help, can these refugees wait to die? What if they riot? Even if you don't have the courage to riot, it's troublesome to run away. Because there are fewer people, Linton can also show that you haven't done a good job. I let my team take over and so on. It's this disgusting person in a dilemma. What Sylvie has encountered recently is similar.

Taking a deep breath, Sylvie forced herself to calm down again. Every time I encounter such a disgusting thing these days, the final compromise is on their side. Yes, I just can't be tough. Who makes the opposite Saint level, I can't stand it on my side.

Although she was so angry, Sylvie could only start to calculate how much food to take out. It's impossible to feed these people. Just don't starve to death. Eat once a day and send some bread, dry cakes and so on every day.

"Oh, there are 30000 troops left in the elves." Just thinking, Linton had looked through the documents on Sylvie's desk.

"Hey! This is our military secret! Put it down! "Xiweier said anxiously, because Linton is haunted every time, and has never come in through the door. Sometimes it's inexplicably in your account. Just like this time, Xiweier is studying the upcoming war. Linton has come to talk to her, and the documents are on the table. She didn't have time to pack them up, and Linton really picked them up Look.

"The Terran side doesn't seem to have received information from this army." Linton said.

"Saint level cannot interfere in war!" Said Sylvie at once.

"Hey, hey, don't be so nervous. How do I know if this information is true or deliberately put it on the table for me to see? It's actually false information. It doesn't mean anything at all." Linton said with a smile.

"Yes... Yes!" Xiweier suddenly realized that she could take the initiative to give holiday information. Why didn't she think of this move.

"You seem to have 'how did I think of this' written on your face." Linton said suddenly, startling Sylvie here.

"I'm just... No, in short, do you believe this information!" said Sylvie immediately. Of course, she kept shouting in her heart, don't believe it.

"In fact, if you send these 30000 people to ambush here, the effect should be good." Linton pointed to a position on the next map.

"Here? The terrain is like a good place to set ambush..." Xiweier went up and looked at the map and said, "but I don't know the specific... Who wants to discuss this kind of thing with you! Saint level can't interfere in the war!"

"You have to say this a hundred times a day these days, but it's useless for you to emphasize it. After all... The saint level is the saint level, and the saint level association only guarantees the interests of the saint level, not those of you below the saint level. It's just a face compromise that the saint level does not participate in the war. In fact, how much role can the saint level association play if I have to intervene?" Linton said with a smile.

This made Sylvie really uncomfortable, because she really felt so these days. Linton jumped up and down in the barracks all day. You said he was directly involved in the war, but when you said he would not interfere, did he really interfere? But do you think he cares about the saint level association? Is there anyone to supervise? In fact, she also knows that as long as Linton doesn't directly blow up tens of thousands of people, everything else, Linton likes to do, you say to complain to the saint level association, and the first person to die is definitely yourself, because you refute the saint level's face.

"What do you want me to do? How free are you? Why do you wander around our barracks every day? Are you a saint? Can't you go to practice? You're really busy. You're going to teach a disciple!" Cried Sylvie.

"Well, I'll take you as a disciple. When the Terran army destroys the elves, you can at least save your life by telling me my name." Linton said.

"Who wants to be your disciple! And it is our elves who will win this war!" Said Sylvie at once.

"You are quite confident. If you count the 30000 support, that is, the total force of 80000, the 340000 Terran army over there will crush you." Linton said.

"Our Elven warrior, a weak soldier fighting five Terrans, is absolutely no problem." Said Sylvie.

"Oh, it seems that your army is really 80000. I thought there were other reinforcements." Linton nodded.

"You... You set me up?" Xiweier said anxiously.

"I told you directly about the 340000 troops on the Terran side. It's called exchanging information. It's not a cliche." Linton said.

"I... how do I know that the 340000 Terran troops are true? What if you lied to me?" Said Sylvie.

"That's OK." Linton said, suddenly holding Sylvie, "I'll take you directly to see if you don't believe it."

"Ha?" Sylvie didn't understand what Linton was talking about. Suddenly, the surrounding scenery changed and they appeared in a huge place like a military camp.

"Who?" Sure enough, as soon as he landed, he was found by the sergeant next to him. Immediately, a lot of soldiers rushed over, and they were Terran soldiers.

Xiweier obviously didn't understand what was going on, but she saw the Terran soldiers coming around and subconsciously touched her waist to wear a sword, but she felt empty, didn't take the sword, and was still in the big tent just now.

"Sword saint!" But at this time, a man, probably a general, knew Linton and quickly saluted Linton. The soldiers nearby immediately put away their weapons when they saw it. They probably guessed who the young "sword saint" was.

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