Brothers, brothers

Once the plan was finalized, Kang De immediately organized production activities.

He established the Greenskin Arms Factory at an extremely rapid pace.

Because this military factory is a highly polluting enterprise and also has the side effect of disturbing the peace 24 hours a day, it cannot be established in the Vidal Chamber of Commerce.

But it didn't matter; they could just get the land from the government. At that time, military affairs were urgent, and Nick was the absolute ruler of the city. All he needed was an order, a squad of soldiers, compensation at the pre-war market price, and another safer place to settle down. The neighboring families obediently moved out.

Having acquired the land for the factory, Kang De demolished the excess buildings and began designing the production line.

As expected of the green-skinned people, they actually occupy a dual role as both means of production and productive force in arms manufacturing. But just as easily, they also reap double the pleasure from exploitation.

Kang De quickly divided the factory area into three parts, with three routes running in parallel.

The first point concerns the raw material preparation process. We fully consulted the Greenskins, compiled a list of their preferred flavors and foods, and sourced them from the warehouses in Valentan. We also recruited additional chefs to provide the Greenskins with a continuous and enthusiastic supply of food and drink in designated restaurants.

The second point concerns the raw material collection and accumulation process. In a sealed room, there's a large hole that Kang De dug using his Extraction ability. The greens were deeply Kan Fantian and even openly shouted, "This is a cesspool dug by the Big Mek himself, so you all better pull it out!"

The third point concerns the arms manufacturing workshop, where the newly appointed foreman, Bang Bang Gunsmith, provides production guidance.

The second and third stages are conducted entirely in a closed environment, with no outsiders allowed to enter. Even Kang De couldn't imagine what a terrifying scene it must be inside. Of course, he didn't need to think about it either; what capitalist would do the work of a skilled worker? If they did, it would surely be for show.

His responsibilities inevitably involve overall direction and regulatory issues.

For example, the production model.

The specific process is as follows: the green-skinned workers first eat until they are about 80% full in the canteen, and then go to the production workshop to do some work, digest their food, or collect other production raw materials.

Once the activity has started and the digestive system has accelerated and processed everything, it's time to move on to producing raw materials. After a pleasant and enjoyable production activity, and after sufficient exercise and exertion, you're bound to be hungry and tired. Come on, go sit in the restaurant, rest, eat and drink well, and when you're about 80% full, you can go to the production workshop to work and digest your food.

Of course, as a noble and moral person, Kang De would never exploit the greenskins. In order to ensure that the greenskins could work harder and more happily in a joyful environment, he took many measures to protect their physical and mental health and, on this basis, improve their productivity.

For example, they pay attention to the taste of the food, and they keep track of the employees' situation through games like "Kan Fantian" and "Iron Son". Of course, what can boost morale and make the green-skinned guys extremely excited is music.

It's heavy metal music.

Kang De had this idea on a whim and instructed his Iron Son to put it into practice. When the fierce, frenzied, and continuous performance roared from the Humvee's loudspeakers, the entire crowd of green-skinned men erupted in cheers, as if they had been given a buff by a bard, their production speed and enthusiasm for work increasing rapidly.

These green-skinned individuals even displayed extraordinary musical talent and a sense of rhythm, with heavy metal music, originating from that era on Earth, opening a new door for them.

Later, during Kan Fantian actually organized a small choir. He miraculously managed to divide the music into high and low sections without any instruction, and used leftover cow bones, damaged weapons piled up to the side, and even more random odds and ends as instruments. As for the performance... well...

After admiring it for a moment, Kang De took out his noise-canceling headphones. Leona from next door ran over and screamed for him to stop. A terrifying howl echoed through the area, like the maniacal laughter of a demon entering the human world.

However, the greens were absolutely ecstatic, as if they were hearing heavenly music.

As the saying goes, this music should only Gork and Mork Zedong; how often can a scoundrel hear it?

Although the capitalist couldn't appreciate the Greens' music, he knew how to cater to their tastes. He once again extended his evil hand, using his mobile phone's camera to film a video of the choir performing live. After showing it to the Greens, he promised to provide them with a full set of professional recording and photography equipment so that their heroic figures and songs could be heard throughout the entire northern land, allowing Greens all over the world to hear their voices.

Upon hearing this, the green-skinned men were so happy they nearly vomited.

The arms factory's production buff was now fully applied.

"Their digestive system is just too powerful..."

Kang De was still a little uneasy, worried that these heartless green-skinned creatures might be completely oblivious to their own limitations and end up overeating, exhausting themselves, or even collapsing—that would be terrible. "Are you really alright?"

Iron Son comforted him, "Don't worry, Father, everything is under control. Kan Fantian is the leader, very rational, and cares about the safety of the people. He will help keep an eye on things. Besides, these orcs are extremely resilient and have great endurance, so there's no need to worry too much."

Kang De nodded. "Hopefully, the healing methods from another world can also be applied to the Greenskins."

Besides getting land from Nick and receiving a large amount of food and materials, he also asked for a medical team. Nick was really generous; without even asking, he squeezed out precious medical personnel and resources and sent them to Kang De to be on standby.

Of course, the mayor was no saint either. He was also someone who made the best use of his people and maximized efficiency. These medical workers were busy treating the wounded during the day and were now exhausted and asleep. If Kang De needed them, he could wake them up later.

Kang De had already considered all possible scenarios.

He looked back at the bustling cafeteria and sighed, "It's a pity there are still too few green-skinned people."

And, only the stuff that the green-skinned guy pulls himself is suitable.

Otherwise, if we loot the entire city, we could be visiting the graves of the Dusk Warband this time next year.

Have you heard of saturation bombardment?

Iron Son said, "If production isn't enough, then use the limited resources where they're most needed. Killing an enemy only requires one bullet; just use them carefully."

Kang De nodded and said, "You're right."

That's why we have lyrics like "We are all sharpshooters, one bullet eliminates one enemy"—it's not that our marksmanship is really that accurate, but rather that we have no choice but to be that accurate.

So after they became wealthy, they quickly learned all the bad habits and vices that landlords and rich American Empire had when the US was fighting.

"However, there's another approach: we need to work in tandem, but if production isn't enough, we also need to increase production," Kang De said. "If the Greenskins aren't doing enough, we have to step up our efforts too."

Iron Son's steely body trembled, and he hesitated before whispering, "Father, your excrement is probably useless."

Kang De flew into a rage and shouted, "Who said I was going to mix that stuff? You little brat, what are you thinking about all day? You're never going to learn anything good!"

Iron Son also realized it had fallen into a cognitive trap, but it didn't think it was its fault—after all, its father had immediately accepted the premise and quickly established this astonishing production chain.

Logically speaking, although it was familiar with the history of weapons development on Earth, knowing that before the invention of smokeless gunpowder and when saltpeter was scarce, many powerful Europe nations rose from humble beginnings, isn't this the modern era? With progressive ideas, advanced technology, and comprehensive sanitation, people should, by all accounts, have forgotten that history and even despise and reject it. How come its father is so knowledgeable about it?

However, although it was puzzled, it still had basic eyesight.

My father's eyes were unfriendly.

After suffering several losses, the straightforward and Iron Son has learned how to protect himself from domestic violence.

It immediately changed the subject. "So, Father means... we should also develop advanced weaponry?"

"Of course we'll do it, but not too much."

Kang De said, "The gunpowder we have is all propellant from bullets; it won't work for making explosives. For high-explosive items, we can only rely on the Greenskins. Besides making some enchanted ammunition, our main task is these..."

He pointed to the side, where bundles of arrows and javelins brought in by the city hall were laid out.

Kang De explained to Iron Son about the "Kang De's Focused Magic Energy Armor-Piercing Warhead" enchantment he had developed, which had already proven its value in extremely intense battles, and Nick's order followed immediately.

"We can only make enchanted ammunition for the two of us, since the quantity is extremely limited and not enough for even a small amount of water. And war is not a personal matter; we can't wipe out the entire elven army outside the city, at least not now... I've truly participated in a war, so I understand the power of the collective."

Kang De said, "Therefore, we should help the city's defense forces. These weapons will greatly enhance their combat effectiveness. A powerful trump card can turn the tide at crucial moments, defend the city, and protect us as well. Moreover, the process of making these is not complicated; it is simple, convenient, and useful."

"Therefore, the three most important properties of military weapons are: first, cheapness; second, simple manufacturing process; and third, reliability and durability. As for power and accuracy, those are secondary and should be sidelined."

Iron Son nodded.

"So, while the Greenskins are producing, we can't sit idle." Kang De opened his small notebook and recorded the various production plans and requirements. "After several battles, I've used up a lot of enchanted ammo and need to replenish it. We can utilize any new enchantments."

"In addition, your ammunition production and supply replenishment require a trip back to the White Mist World. Also, the use of green-skinned gunpowder to produce high-powered projectiles for your use needs further consideration. The new explosive weapon should take into account the interception capabilities of elven archers. There are currently two options: first, increase speed; second, reduce size and increase quantity, or adopt a cluster munition format..."

Iron Son listened carefully to Kang De's words; the other man's voice was calm and composed, and his words were methodical.

After Kang De finished speaking, it exclaimed, "Father, you look like you've had a hard time."

Kang De closed his notebook, paused for a moment, and said, "It is something you have to do, something you can't help, like fate. It's as if something is constantly pushing you forward, you can't stop, you can only find joy in suffering."

"Time is still too tight. Goth's situation is urgent, and he can't leave even for a moment. If he goes back for one day, seven days will pass here, and the ruins left by the elves' burning and killing will be cold. Looking further ahead, Goth is fighting the elves, and the battle situation is constantly changing... There's no way he can go back."

Kang De sighed softly, "The White Mist World replicates everything, but exploring the map takes time, buying houses takes time, and no matter what method we use or what path we take, it can't be accomplished in a day or two. Otherwise, how could these elves be allowed to run rampant? At least, that fierce battle on the city walls wouldn't have been won so hard."

Iron Son was silent for a moment, then asked softly, "Father, may I ask a question?"

"Why are you being so polite? Just say it."

The Autobots asked, "Father, your purpose in returning here is, in the short term, to find the princess, and in the long term, to protect Goth during the war. So why stay in this small town?"

Kang De shook his head and said, "It's very complicated. There are all sorts of reasons: promises, obligations, people you must protect, people you want to protect, moral reasons... all sorts of reasons."

Iron Son, uninvolved in these stories, offered a cold yet effective perspective. "But how long must we stay here? If we hold out, and then see a second city under siege, should we help it? Is defending each city one by one a waste of time? For example, this city—even if Father can hold it for a while, the elves won't retreat. Should we completely crush this army before leaving? How?"

Kang De was silent for a moment, leaning against the Humvee. After a while, he slowly said, "Nick said that reinforcements will arrive in three to five days, surrounding the Dusk Warband from three sides and wiping them out in one fell swoop. The leader is my brother-in-law, Tina's brother. Staying behind to defend the city and cooperate with him in a counterattack is fine. When you see him, reveal your identity, and you can also discuss Tina's matter and confirm Goth's situation."

He said all this to explain to his Iron Son, but also to convince himself.

But the Autobots always noticed the problem they least wanted to think about, "What if reinforcements don't arrive in time, or even if they don't arrive at all?"

Kang De was suddenly jolted, then said softly, "I don't know."

"Leaving is the easiest option, especially with your mobility... But I haven't thought it through, because things haven't happened yet, it hasn't come to that point. Nobody knows what choice they'll make, whether there's a turning point, whether there's hope... We don't know."

He said to his son, "I can only promise you that in the worst-case scenario, I will not hesitate and will make the right choice... Don't worry, I'm more afraid of dying than you think."

Not wanting to dwell on the topic, Kang De patted his son's hood. "Alright, let's get to work. Don't worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will have its own worries. Do your best in the present, and then face the future."

Amidst the heavy metal and wild music of the Greenskins, Kang De worked late into the night, battling alongside his brothers—yes, as long as the Greenskins could still poop, they were Kang De brothers.

The next day, Kang De woke up and ate breakfast under Leona's watchful gaze, which held a thousand unspoken words. Hong San, who often disappeared, returned with a rather serious expression.

Last night was peaceful; the elves did nothing, not even send soldiers to harass us.

This is not a good thing.

"I believe the elves are prepared to launch a full-scale assault on this city, regardless of casualties or the cost."

Hong San said this.

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PS1: This is really weird, no matter how early I start writing, it always gets delayed until now... Ah, I have to overcome myself!