Chapter 740: clothes
A jeep is bumping up and down on a road that is not wide. This jeep is not convertible, and there is no Golden Eagle logo on it, which proves that it probably does not belong to the Ailan Hill military.
Sure enough, after the Ailan Hill soldier who was at the crossroads directing traffic saw the car sign clearly, he didn't even bother to respect the military salute, but waved his hand casually, indicating that the car could now pass freely.
As a result, the car only slowed down a bit, then drove through the intersection and continued along the road.
Inside the car, the two men in the back row were wearing noble costumes and were covering their mouths with their handkerchiefs impatiently.
The driver who drove them was a human, but the co-pilot sat an elven man. An ak-47 assault rifle was stuck on a special shelf beside the driver, and the elf man held a delicate long sword in his arms.
The wheels of the car ran over the slightly muddy black mud, and the corpses of the demons were piled up not far from the wheels.
The corpses were not even classified, and beside the corpses of many decomposed devil dogs, there were a dense pile of demon civilians who didn't wear any decent clothes.
There were also some demon soldiers wearing armors. On the big tree in the middle of the corpses, there was a wooden sign indicating where the road leads to the front. On it, it was written in artistic swashes: "Ahead, 48 Number city"
"The weather is so cold, don't these demons need to wear clothes?" a nobleman in the back row said, breaking the dull atmosphere in the car.
Along the way, they had seen too many corpses of demons, most of them were too late to deal with, and the air was filled with a disgusting stench.
Because of the shortage of manpower, most of the demons who died in the war are piled together waiting to be dealt with, but no one knows when to deal with these demons.
Anyway, the army’s engineering unit is only responsible for pushing the corpse to both sides of the road and keeping the road open. As for the corpses that died in the wilderness or in the fields, they are still abandoned on the spot, and no one is going to pick them up.
"Om..." In the sky, a p-51 fighter jet whizzed past. It didn't hang bombs, instead it was covered with a spraying device under the wings.
In order to prevent the outbreak of the plague, these corpses had to be sprayed with disinfectant regularly. Because there was no suitable aircraft, the now-discontinued P-51 fighter was transported to the Demon World and became the equipment of the logistics support force.
"Yeah, it's already so cold." Another nobleman nodded and said distressedly.
In his eyes, these corpses lying on the side of the road are all potential markets that have disappeared. Just let these demons work, and after they have money, they can consume too many things.
These demons don’t even have clothes to wear. How much textiles do they buy? These demons didn't even have luggage when they fled. How many utensils, pots and bowls would they buy?
If you include the radio and all kinds of household appliances...this is a huge market that has hardly been developed! How much money can this make?
Furthermore, if you don’t pay these demons, you only need to provide them with some food and daily necessities, and you can get labor almost for free. What kind of value is this?
Don’t you see, what the current human resources in the developed areas of Ailan Hill have become expensive. Establishing some sweatshops here will surely make a lot of money!
Whenever I think of this, this nobleman feels very distressed. Countless banknotes just lie on the side of the road, rotten and smelly, and are gradually disappearing...
Of course, if these demons can really be tamed.
"Sir, many civilians don't have decent clothes. When I was a child, I hardly went out in winter." The bodyguard who drove slightly adjusted the steering wheel and stared at the front carefully, explaining to the two non-human fireworks employers behind him.
A person can still only wear thin clothes in winter. The clothes are not covered and tattered. It has nothing to do with whether the weather is cold or cold, and it has nothing to do with the amount of money in the pocket...
The elven magician never spoke, he just looked at the "demons" who were no longer mad and ferocious. He is also a bodyguard, but the price and combat effectiveness are higher than those of the driver.
"So, business is the way to save the world. Look at you now. You have decent clothes and a lot of gold coins in your pocket. This is all my credit." The businessman said triumphantly, and then He covered his nose with a handkerchief.
"Yes." The driver nodded, very satisfied that he could find a good job now. He now has children and daughters, and his wife works in a newly opened car washing shop. The family leads a very good and happy life.
"Damn, there is a living over there!" Another nobleman who had been looking around, saw a living demon and exclaimed loudly.
He saw in the wilderness in the distance, a thin demon was like a ghost, lying on a corpse, tearing something forcefully.
Compared with the many corpses that had been cold, the equipment of this demon looked a little better. He has complete clothes on his body, but it is still in tatters.
I have seen countless such costumes in Ailan Hill, and the nobles immediately attributed the other party to the industry of beggars.
However, when a person sees other humanoid creatures gnawing on the corpse, he will definitely feel sick.
As a result, the nobleman felt his breakfast surging in his stomach, and he subconsciously wanted to roll down the car window to breathe, but he was held down by his companions.
It's like you want to roll down a car window in a safari park. It's definitely not safe to do the same thing here.
Moreover, the premise of ventilation is that the air outside the car is better. Look at the corpses over there, it is obviously not the same thing.
"Why, why is there still alive?" The nobleman who held his companion nervously asked the two bodyguards in front: "Yes, will it be dangerous?"
At this moment, he regretted personally visiting such a ragged place where birds do not shit. Even if a large area of land here has been sold to him by the Empire, he shouldn't have come in person...
"It should be a fish that slipped through the net..." the elf finally spoke, and replied in the most professional tone: "There is no threat. If he approaches, I can handle it alone."
"Don't stop..." After finally stabilizing his mind, the nobleman, who didn't waste his breakfast, said with a pale face...
Another road sign was left behind by them, and the sign clearly read: "There is still 17 kilometers away from city 48."
