My Players Are So Fierce

1237: 418.

Let heroes manage heroes, let the brave investigate the brave_2

1237: 418.

Let heroes manage heroes, let the brave investigate the brave_2

Knight Portman, who was in charge of all militia affairs within the territory, couldn’t help but retort:

“I haven’t even mentioned the severe shortage of militia numbers between our rapidly expanding farms, you can’t just make such outrageous demands!

It would already be much if five thousand useful individuals could be refined out of fifty thousand scumbags, and that’s nowhere near enough for us to divide among ourselves!

Besides, Madam Jules hasn’t even spoken up yet, aren’t we even more in need of medical soldiers?

What turn is it for a chef to speak here?”

Seeing that her “top brass” subordinates were about to quarrel, and Miss Palian was eagerly waiting to “join the battlefield,” Milian immediately felt a headache coming on.

As the governor, she understood all too well the real intentions of these over-ambitious folks under her command.

They were not just asking for talents for the sake of the territory’s development, but for the sake of their own careers as well.

At the end of the year, the first round of civil servant performance reviews was about to be conducted, and these fellows who had become administrative knights were all eager to earn themselves an opportunity to become an “administrative baron.”

Professor Malcolm was recently awarded the title of administrative baron and received a small piece of land in the Andma Hills, which had greatly excited these chaps, causing their eyes to turn red with envy; they needed to expand their powers to vie for more political returns.

In the current political climate of Transylvania, which was still very primitive, not much could be said in terms of struggle experience and techniques, people meant power, the more people they governed, the bigger their power!

These novices to the taste of power at the bottom were not going to let go easily.

Milian planned to let them argue and then discuss an allocation scheme, but Murphy was already tired of their squabbling.

He didn’t dislike the competitiveness among his administrators, but for God’s sake, at least take a look at the situation, whether this stall could still be there after the Black Disaster strikes was a question, what the hell was the point of fighting for power and profit now!

Not an ounce of foresight or scope.

So, Murphy, who had been sitting in the back row and had not said a word, suddenly stood up, a move that immediately halted the quarreling in this closed-door meeting.

Everyone turned their eyes to Sir Murphy, waiting for the governor to speak.

“Don’t rush to devour this batch of people for yourselves, as Milian said, we have more important matters to handle than the distribution right now.”

Murphy commanded:

“No matter whether you acknowledge their value as helpers or not, they are a force we can deploy once they cross the Transylvanian border.

How to properly settle them is the big issue; I need them integrated into the construction process of Transylvania at the fastest speed possible.

You can discuss the specifics of distribution privately, don’t waste time here.

And I already have a preliminary plan for this, Milian, how are the laborers on the southern front line performing, aside from those troublemakers who are constantly being discovered and executed?”

“According to the information I’ve received, most of them have already adapted to the intensity of the labor rehabilitation.”

Milian flipped through her notes, answering:

“According to reports from the Blood Rat Gang spies mingled among the laborers, their work efficiency has significantly improved in the last half month, and segmentation within the laborers has already started.

Those genuinely wanting to start over in Transylvania are now actively distancing themselves from those harboring ill intentions, with the spies’ guidance.

The boundaries between the two groups are becoming increasingly clear, and the malicious ones have been isolated.

The overseers have placed Gnolls to monitor them—though stupid, Gnolls are honest and obedient, always reporting everything in detail, leaving those resistant to rehabilitation no room to exert their strength.

From this, we can conclude that our rehabilitation plan for them has been highly effective.

After all, though the labor intensity is high on that front, daily supplies are not being skimped on.

Based on reactions of some workers, the stew they are being fed is even better than what they got while building railways in the Great Wilderness.”

Hearing the governor praise the food provision for the laborers, Chef Shawan proudly puffed out his chest—it was all his doing.

It was no easy task to keep the laborers’ food supply at a delicate balance where they wouldn’t starve, they had enough energy to work, and yet weren’t too well-fed to become rebellious—but fortunately, Chef Shawan had some experience in this area.

“Good, that’s what I wanted to see.”

Murphy waved his hand expansively, saying:

“Reassign 500 of the best-performing laborers from the southern front line, honor them with the title of ‘model workers,’ and give them the job of ‘Stonemason Association intern foreman.’ Have them head to the northern prisoner-of-war camp that is under construction at the fastest speed to take charge of their laborers and join in the construction of both the north and south roads according to the Stonemason Association’s plans.

‘Old guiding new’ is a good tradition; we also promised those guys a way out.

It’s time to deliver on that promise.”

“This…”

Milian hesitated, saying:

“Letting the Northern ruffian soldiers manage the Goldenrod Kingdom’s ruffian offspring?

Won’t that provoke conflicts between the two sides?”

“Your Excellency the governor is too kind,” said Mr.

Portman, who once served as a police officer in Cardman City, and quickly caught on, explaining to Milian: