My players are so fierce

Chapter 504 503. The Spring of Tumu Dog and the Samoyed’s Unfallen Fortress

"What the hell was this trench dug? Why is it so different from the map! Didn't you measure it before starting work? Or did you drink too much horse urine last night and you lost your eyes one by one!

This is dereliction of duty!

You're all going to be court-martialed! "

While Murphy and Happy Stick were discussing military affairs at high altitude, on the defense line below, "Samoyelia" wearing a Mason Brotherhood architect uniform was holding a psychically blessed measuring cane and surveying the two men beside him. The foreman breathed fragrance.

He cursed like an angry lion:

"I don't blame the kobolds for not being able to understand the design drawings, because they have no brains. They can't understand the lines and data, but you guys don't have the brains? You can't understand it either? I'll give you three hours to fill in this ditch. Dig again!

If you delay the entire construction work, I will definitely send you to the judgment seat! "

Under his scolding, the two newly promoted foremen shrank their heads and did not dare to refute. They jogged all the way to summon kobold workers to dig again amidst his scolding.

The kobolds had no complaints about this.

Anyway, they like to dig trenches, and now they only need to keep digging trenches to eat and even get candles. This is simply the most perfect life.

Rework is not a problem for their poor intelligence, but the human workers working with the kobolds can't stand it. They clamored to find Samoyed for an explanation but were stopped by the foremen.

Although Samoyelia has been in Transia for less than a month, the name of this "Grand Overseer" is already "popular" within the Masons' Brotherhood.

Different from the dust collectors and brick movers who have rich theoretical experience but poor practical skills, Samoyelia has been doing civil engineering for more than ten years in reality. He is one of the most proud disciples of Lao Chentou. Not only can he As a supervisor, he can also lay walls and plaster. Not only is he rich in experience, he also has a series of professional certificates, and he also has rich experience in management positions.

In reality, he has participated in the construction of a cross-river bridge, and he has a rich professional resume.

On the third day he came to the Masonic Brotherhood, he "uncovered" a small gang that colluded with internal and external parties to sell construction materials. Several foremen involved are still working hard in the mines of the Dark Barony, and several people who assisted them in reselling materials This guy with unclean hands and feet has been hanged on the gallows outside Scarlet Castle by the militia commander Mr. Portman himself.

If the local foremen can use their experience to deceive the gray dusters and brick movers, then their little tricks are no different from children's play house in the eyes of Samoyeds.

Rumor has it that this powerful overseer already has "dirty information" on all the foremen, and he is just waiting for them to make mistakes and punish them.

This also gave rise to the nickname "Devil Overseer" of Samoyeds.

The most surprising thing is that this nickname was not given by the players, but was the "honorable title" that the local foremen discussed privately. When this news reached Samoyed's ears, the middle-aged man not only did not get angry but happily accepted it.

Samoyelia didn't care about the fear in the eyes of the workers around her.

He held the drawing in one hand and a measuring cane in the other to activate the simple techniques on it to judge whether the currently excavated foundation met the standards. He was very serious about what he did, even more serious than the project he was responsible for in reality.

This is all because the bunker currently under construction was all designed and constructed by him. Not only that, but the ground and underground designs of the surrounding fortresses were also completed by him with reference to World War I cases.

"Brother Samo, new workers have arrived. I'm looking for you over at the camp to sign for them."

Just when Samoyelia finished measuring the foundation and was about to check the quality of cement mixing, "Blood-stained Holy Spear Marcus" who ran over on horseback shouted:

"There is also a strange dwarf who came with us. He claims to be the priest of the Temple of Gaia. He was invited by Marshal Dwarf to consecrate our position!"

"Keep it open! When this line of defense was being excavated, my juniors had already fired cannons and worshiped God. Now this step is called reinforcement."

Samoyed rolled up the drawing and tucked it under his arm, quickly stepped forward and mounted his horse. While following Marcus toward the labor camp, he checked the construction progress around him and took out a piece of dry bread from his horse pocket. Put it in your mouth to replenish your hunger.

This attentive look made Marcus speechless.

He thought that the RP party was serious enough, but compared with this "devil overseer", they were as relaxed as traveling.

"I said, Brother Samo, there is no need to go to this point."

Marcus, the blood-stained holy spear, is a young man. He whispered to Samoyed, who was at least one round older than him:

"You give the NPC the drawings, and they will take care of the rest. There is no need for you to keep an eye on it. The Maginot Line is so big, you can't go to every construction site, right? This is no better than going to work. Still tired?

We are playing a game, you have to have some fun for yourself. "

"Shit! If you don't keep an eye here, those guys will be lazy."

Samoyelia shook her head and said:

"In comparison, although the kobolds are stupid, they are more obedient. If they were not too stupid to understand the design drawings, I would have the heart to promote a few foremen among the kobolds. And Brother Ma"

"Just call me 'Pony', Brother Samo, you are the senior, hehe."

Marcus said something hastily, Samoyed shrugged and said:

"Okay, Pony, you may have to fight to have fun when playing games, but I am different. I walked on the construction site and watched the bunkers and defense lines I designed by myself go up bit by bit. This is very important for architecture. For teachers, it is an uncontrollable interest and satisfaction.

When you are building Xiaomi villas and office buildings for big bosses outside, how can you be as interesting as building military defenses here with tens of thousands of people? "

He laughed and said with great enthusiasm:

"To be honest, I can't wait to see those jackals come over and smash their heads to pieces in front of the defense line I personally designed. Ah, what a wonderful scene that will be."

"Oh, I understand, you must be a serious tower defense player."

Marcus winked and said:

"You just like to watch the tower you designed kill those guys who are snatching carrots, right?"

"Hey, you are really a talent."

Samoyed did not deny it, snorted and said:

"Besides, the brothers will have to fight the Jackals in this line of defense later. If I can't confirm that everything here is progressing according to plan, wouldn't I personally send the brothers into a desperate situation? It doesn't matter if I'm tired now, I will win a big victory later. I have a share of the credit.

Unlike old Chen Tou and his two junior students who like to build cities, I, I just like the work of a 'war architect'.

Wherever the black disaster has arrived now, wherever our army sweeps across in the future, my fortress will be built wherever it goes! "

"Awesome! Brother, you are my idol."

Marcus kept giving thumbs up and complimenting him, but when he got close to the camp, he secretly ran to the side on horseback.

Samoyelia curiously took out her telescope and looked in the direction Marcus left. She was shocked to find that the guy was chatting side by side with a Yankee cavalry second lieutenant and looking around.

That's a "Yankee hairy girl" with a slim waist, long legs and a fierce personality!

If Samoyed remembered correctly, the cavalry lieutenant should be one of the commanders of the 100 palace sword guards under the Earl of White Mountain. She and her ten-man team were sent by the Earl of White Mountain to the labor camp to maintain order.

This girl has a very nice name called "Misha", and she especially likes to secretly find "Alien Oden" and "Flying Wine" in the labor canteen to beat her teeth.

"Ah, he is indeed a young man. He can't walk when he sees the paper man's wife."

The Samoyed put an aunt's smile on his face, put the telescope back hehehe, then touched his slightly bald head, and said to himself:

"That is to say, I have passed the age of restlessness. Otherwise, we should be severely corrupted here? We now have thousands of people under our command, and we are already a senior bureaucrat at this level.

Tsk tsk, I'm used to saying the same thing here, but it's really hard to be a grandchild in a shabby office of a real company.

If I didn't have a big family to support, I would have quit my job long ago. "

With such complaints, Samoyed rode back to the labor camp he managed. When he entered the door, the four sentries on guard raised their guns and saluted him, and the three secretaries in charge of the labor camp also came over. Reporting.

However, there were urgent matters to deal with at the moment. Samoyed dismissed the group of people surrounding him, adjusted his architect uniform, and walked into the camp office holding a measuring cane.

He saw a short man standing on a chair, carefully examining the Maginot Line design drawings on the table that were held down by a large piece of glass.

"Hey! This is a military secret! Once you see it, don't even think about leaving."

Samoyelia roared.

The calculation orb translated his language and emotions into Transian language vividly, and the dwarf priest who was looking at the design blueprint raised his head, rolled his eyes and complained:

"I was sent here to stay for at least half a year! What's wrong with looking at your picture? Besides, how can I know which buildings to add earth blessing to without looking at the picture! You humans are stupid, you drew this picture ?

Humph, it’s barely comparable to the ten-year apprenticeship level of our Temple of Gaia. Come on, come on, explain to me what the marks on this picture are for?

Why do you design the drainage system of underground facilities in this way?

How does the ventilation system ensure its operation?

There is also at least five floors of space underground and it needs to be partitioned into such a complex structure. How to ensure the strength of the main building? "

"grass!"

The Samoyed was speechless after receiving a wave of backlash. He thought to himself that these dwarves were riding horses like firecrackers and would explode at the first sign.

However, this guy wearing a khaki priest robe, a big beard, and strange tattoos on his forehead and cheeks was quite capable, and all the questions he asked were on point.

Samoyed stepped forward and pointed at the design drawings to explain a few words to the dwarf. The latter listened and thought. After a while, he took out a special marker pen and drew a few strokes on the glass in front of him and said:

“These places must be reinforced with the blessing of the earth, otherwise once the gnolls use the spell of turning fossils into mud, your fortress will completely collapse.

In addition, you need to mark your key defensive areas. Every brick of these key fortifications must be engraved with runes to ensure that they will not be too seriously damaged by large-scale psychic bombardment. "

"Of course, that's not a problem."

Samoyed nodded, but then changed the subject and said:

"However, you Silver Dwarves have a close relationship with the Plantagenet Kingdom. How do I know that you won't turn around and sell us out after you get more information about our defense line?"

"ah?"

His question made the silver dwarf priest widen his eyes, and then the dwarf's cheeks, which were as sharp as an axe, quickly filled with anger. He waved his fist and let his long beard dance in the air, and he cursed:

"You bastard human architect, are you mocking the professional ethics of the dwarves? Don't you Transian barbarians know the good reputation of the Temple of Gaia on the mainland? Let me tell you, you ignorant Guy!

Before you humans established a city in Transia, the priests of the Temple of Gaia had already designed an ice palace for the King of Heroes!

The Plantagenet Palace on Greene Island was also designed by us, and all the design and construction of Chardeau University were completed by us! And standing in front of you is the designer of the legendary ‘Tongtian Bridge’, His Excellency Ilyich Umm Zhanxin!

Even the Elf King and his beautiful Queen want to call me Master!

I swore before the icon of Gaia that I would not reveal any information about the buildings I designed to people or forces that might destroy them.

This is a divine oath, you idiot. "

"Wow, sounds like a big shot, but unfortunately I don't know much about the legendary buildings on the continent."

Samoyed blinked and said:

"You will definitely have a great conversation with my mentor, but I still have to ask. I have heard of several other buildings, but what is the 'Tongtian Bridge'? I confirm that I have not heard of this in Transia. name."

"Nonsense, it was bombed three hundred years ago, and very few people know about it anymore."

The silver dwarf priest sighed.

He seemed to recall the most painful and helpless failure in his life, and even his face became sad. He whispered:

“It was a testament to the friendship between Songhai and the Elf Kingdom, a miraculous bridge across the Strait of Storm Bay, connecting the place of origin to the mainland with a length of hundreds of kilometers.

My mentor and I serve as its designers. We regard it as a miracle of Gaia in the world. However, no matter how legendary the building is, it cannot withstand the mutual hatred of life.

Because of a stupid doctrinal dispute, in the year 820, on the day of my two hundred and thirtieth birthday, the Mamluks, the border pharaoh of the Songhai Empire, led his army to my bridge in the name of the 'Moon of Death' , started a war with the elves.

That madman summoned the kings of Hades in order to win, and hundreds of thousands of undead stepped on my creations to cause carnage.

That was the only time I communicated the weaknesses of my work to others.

The elves' Moon Priests summoned meteorites to blow up the Tongtian Bridge to stop the war, but the Kingdom of Castile and the Songhai Empire completely broke apart since then, and the Songhai people's efforts to integrate into the mainland came to an end.

It was supposed to be a miracle for the Great Reconciliation, but it ended up becoming an extension of war and hatred.

That was the only failure of the Temple of Gaia since its establishment, and it was also the biggest regret in my life. You human bastard, I had forgotten about it, but you made me remember it again! "

"I was wrong, I was wrong. I apologize. Isn't it okay if I treat you to a drink? Don't all dwarves like to drink? The wine we have here is great."

Samoyelia raised her hands.

He looked at the dwarf in front of him, and he could feel the unconcealed regret and pain of the other person as an architect. This made him realize that the dwarf in front of him really liked to build things and was very interested in the buildings he designed. It’s also full of emotion.

As an architect, Samoyed's attitude towards him also softened.

He took out the precise drawings of the defense line from his drawer, opened it in front of the dwarf, and whispered:

"I can guarantee that my building is only there to defend, it will never become a tool to spread hatred."

"Haha, you are too young, the architect of mankind."

Dwarf Ilyich sneered.

He brushed aside his beard to look at the drawings and whispered:

"The operation of this world is not based on the will of us craftsmen. Your defense line is very good, but I can be sure that the moment it is established, death and killing, hatred and anger, destruction and curse will continue to come to us. on it.

This is the fate of architecture

But that's okay.

For us, as long as it can stand on this land and withstand the test of time without falling, that is enough to make it the pride of your life.

But the name of your defense line is very strange.

Although I had never heard the name of the Maginot Line before, I always felt that it seemed full of ominousness.

This is too bad, you know?

Architects always have a very special premonition. I can feel that this line of defense will definitely experience something bad, but I am here and I will use my skills to ensure that it will not be defeated by disaster. "

"Yes, I confirm that."

Samoyeda nodded. He watched the dwarf take out various professional tools to add and paint on the drawings. After a few seconds, Samoyedia said softly:

"I heard that the priests of Gaia have the power to control the earth and shape it. This is perfect for architects. So, do you think I am qualified to join you and become one of you?"

"ah?"

Ilyich raised his head and looked at the Samoyed in front of him. He stroked his beard, thought for a while, and said:

"It's not impossible. The Earth Mother Goddess does not object to members of other races becoming her followers, but if you want to join the Temple of Gaia, you must show your talents and works as an architect. Only in this way can you win the favor of other priests. recognition.

I say, use this line of defense as your application.

If it can survive the black disaster, I believe that no matter how stubborn the Gaia priest is, he will recognize your talents in construction and design. We will give you the title of 'Son of the Earth' and welcome you to become one of us.

By the way, I heard on the way here that all the current planning and design of this land are by a 'Professor Chen'. Can I meet him?

The scenery I saw along the way convinced me that he was a true master of architecture!

Gaia will bless him. "