Siheyuan: Xu Damao, I want to go to the moon

Even the speaker factory was closed for the three days before the New Year. There were seven days in total, three days before the New Year and four days after the New Year. The factory was closed on February 3 and resumed work on February 4.

So today Xu Damao simply stayed in Xinyue Country to help dig tunnels. After all, the war atmosphere here was becoming more and more serious, and it was hard to say when the war would break out.

This can be regarded as Xu Damao's branch base, and it is also the overseas enclave of China in his vision for the future. He would try his best to preserve it.

Ezi had already told her that she had returned to the Lou family and that she would pick her up when she returned to spend the New Year with her parents. Anyway, she could go back and forth between the two places every day.

Qin Huairu also had her vacation, so she took Xiaodang back to Qinjiatun. She hadn't had time to tell her family about the divorce, job, house, godparents, and being sent to a small courtyard...

Everything was arranged, so Xu Damao focused on his work in the Crescent Moon Kingdom.

First, he spent half a day digging a tunnel inside and outside Li Mingmei's Li Family Courtyard in the center of the town. The soil here is a bit soft, and it is easy to dig with Xu Damao's ability, but it is easy to collapse, so it took a lot of time to reinforce it with materials.

Li Mingmei also bustled around, making herself look like a little kitten.

Then there are the town’s material warehouses, ammunition workshops, and docks.

A lot of hidden and visible stakes, watchtowers, and chevaux de frise have been set up near the stone bridge on the other side of the border. Now, except for Casar, who relies on his status as a French baron and can transport some daily necessities back and forth, no other personnel can enter or leave.

Xu Damao simply dug a lot of tunnels nearby. Xu Damao was digging in the front, and the militiamen were transporting soil and reinforcing the tunnels from behind. The work speed was quite fast.

All the people were mobilized, and since the Crescent Kingdom was only the size of a town, they were able to get the work done in an orderly manner the next day.

The next afternoon, when they were still digging the hole, there was movement on the other side of the border. Just as Xu Damao was about to go over, a militiaman came over on a bicycle to deliver the message.

"Xu Shenxian, the tunnel warfare and guerrilla warfare are really useful. The northeast corner has just had a rebel invasion. We wiped out a small team, killed 27 enemies, captured 32, and we only had 1 death and 3 injuries!"

Everyone's faces suddenly turned rosy, this was a big victory!

Xu Damao also exchanged a glance with Li Mingmei, and then burst into laughter: "The tactics of the ancestral land really work!"

"You guys continue, pay attention to patrolling and strengthening the tunnel, I'll go and finish it off!"

Soon Xu Damao arrived at the border. There were still sporadic fighting here, but when he saw the 32 captured people, Xu Damao frowned.

The reason is simple: they are all very dark and thin.

"What's going on? Why are they all malnourished?" Xu Damao asked.

A militiaman nearby explained: "Last year, it rained only four times in Madagascar. There was a severe drought..."

Xu Damao opened his eyes wide. It only rains four times a year?

He also suddenly remembered that even in later times, Madagascar suffered from long-term drought, coupled with typhoons and so on. Although it was an agricultural country, the harvest had never been very good.

The situation on his side was not very good either, but he had only 3000 people. Thanks to Casar's material transactions, the transactions between himself through Brother Lou and Li Huaide, and the black-tech armed fishing boats, he was able to barely survive.

But how many millions of people are there in Madagascar? According to what I learned from Casar, there are about 480 million.

In this kind of climate, it’s no wonder that these rebels have become so thin.

The militiamen over there were still asking for instructions: "Master Xu, are we going to kill all of them?"

Because Xu Damao had said before that those who crossed the border would be killed, and no prisoners were needed. They also felt that this was reasonable. After all, you killed our people, and I killed them back, which was reasonable, right?

But Xu Damao is a little hesitant now.

It's not because he is a saint, but because some Madagas died. They came here on their own initiative to destroy his Crescent Kingdom. Let alone 5 people, even 5 or 50 should be killed.

But what if it causes ethnic hatred? It would be fine for Xu Damao to just walk away. He couldn't take more than 3000 people with him, and there were tens of thousands of Chinese people on Madagascar. There were also many Chinese-Americans of mixed blood...

What will happen if ethnic hatred reaches a point where there is no end?

Did Xu Damao go alone and make off with all the 480 million?

This is unrealistic—

Looking at this group of Malagas who had not even enough clothes to wear, let alone weapons and equipment, they all had terrified eyes and were filled with despair.

Xu Damao's eyes suddenly lit up and he remembered the great man's famous saying.

Make many friends and make few enemies.

And unite all the forces that can be united.

Xu Damao had an idea in his mind.

"Let them point out each other and pick out those whose hands are stained with the blood of Chinese people." Xu Damao gave the order and the militia here immediately did as they were told.

After a while, he picked out three guys who were strong and even had some fat, pulled them out, and made them kneel on the ground.

You can tell at first glance that he eats well and is definitely someone who has a position in the rebel army.

Xu Damao punched him in the head without hesitation. Such a person must not be kept alive.

Instantly the remaining 27 people started shouting and screaming. It turned out that they recognized that this was the silver devil who killed people without blinking an eye and would kill everyone without a complete corpse.

Xu Damao continued to instruct, "For the rest, punish them to build a road for us here. During this time, only feed them dried sea fish. There are plenty of them in the warehouse anyway. If they are not digested, they will stink."

"There are too many plants and trees on the border along the river here, which affects the line of sight. It's a good idea to make use of them. Each person should be 1 meter long and 3 meters wide, and it should be flat." Xu Damao wanted a border line that at least allows cars to drive on it.

"When the repairs are completed, we will release them and tell them to take the message back—"

"Those who work for us will be given fish to eat; those who come to invade us will be killed; those with Chinese blood on their hands will be killed if we find them!"

Then Xu Damao picked up another big stone and smashed it with all his strength at a big tree not far away on the opposite bank. In an instant, the big tree over there broke.

"No one is allowed within 100 meters of the river. I don't care whose territory is over there. Anyone who shows up will be smashed to death!"

The militiamen didn't understand what was going on, but they still translated according to Xu Damao's words. The group of people immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed. Then the militiamen here pointed their guns and watched these guys start to clear the river bank.

Xu Damao continued to patrol around, turning himself into a walking turret and smashing things around.

In the evening, Xu Damao also conveyed his ideas to Li Mingmei and others. His idea was to win over and divide them.

Those who are willing to come and work, we will trade with them equally. Those who want to fight to the death with us, we will kill them all without taking any prisoners.

In this case, how many of the 5000 rebels really want to go against him?

As a result, on the third day, which was the New Year's Eve, one day before the Chinese New Year, someone actually came over and asked if they could come and repair the road.

They are all a bunch of poor people who just want to fill their stomachs and survive. If they were not forced by the upper class and guided by the government forces, they would not come here to die.

Some people escaped after being released, but the policies of the Crescent Kingdom and the reputation of the Silver Demon also spread.

However, some people simply pretended to "invade" every day. Once they crossed the river, they would voluntarily lay down their weapons and start working consciously, which made the militia here laugh and cry.

On the other side of the river 100 meters away, there were two or three settlements. Although they were tattered cloth sheds, it was obvious that they were determined to make a living from this.

Building roads = having food; fighting = the silver devil is coming to kill you. So the rebel soldiers who were dragged in from the bottom naturally knew what to choose.

Who the hell would rebel if they can survive?

For a moment, the war mysteriously subsided, but Xu Damao knew that this was the calm before the storm.

If the lower-level soldiers do not choose, the upper-level ones will choose for them, and the government forces will also force them to choose.

The Crescent Kingdom is digging tunnels for its defenses, producing bullets, fishing, and conducting daily patrols. There are also constant small-scale conflicts with the rebels, but it is still within controllable range.

The town also staged several small-scale offensive and defensive exercises to help everyone become more proficient in the tactics of tunnel warfare and guerrilla warfare.

Xu Damao nodded, explained something to Li Mingmei, and prepared to go back.

Because the New Year is coming.