Chapter 140: Just because he is the governor?
Denison Henry was also anxious.
He didn't know much about military affairs, but he understood the simplest comparison of numbers. No matter how powerful Perbov's army was, it could not replace the role of 100,000 people.
He was at the artillery position, gathering the defeated soldiers, and the effect was actually quite good.
The main reason was that the twelve cannons lined up in a row were so impressive. When the defeated soldiers retreated here, they couldn't help but slow down when they saw these cannons.
Then, Henry came out again and used both carrot and stick to keep the person.
The so-called carrot is money.
Henry is rich, but not that rich. He has only been rich for two months and has made a lot of money, but he lacks some accumulation.
But the key is that he is willing to spend money now, even spending all his money, or even going into debt, that's all fine.
Anyway, as long as we "win" and hold on, Garbage Town will eventually be incorporated into the rule of the Governor and implement the system and policies of the new alliance, and "money" will not have much meaning.
Ordinary adventurers don't know this information, so it is still useful if he is willing to spend a lot of money now.
Another big stick is the deserter policy issued by Garbage Town. As adventurers keep running away, Garbage Town must come up with some solutions. In fact, many adventurers who left the front line during this period have been executed as deserters.
This part of the pressure was still transmitted to the front line.
During the great collapse, everyone was running away. The law did not hold everyone accountable, and there were no military judges to enforce combat discipline, so of course no one took this matter seriously.
At this moment, someone mentioned it, there were heavy artillery here, and they were willing to double the money, so those adventurers naturally had to think carefully about what choice they should make.
Of course, there is another key factor that cannot be ignored, that is, after the adventurers are reorganized, they will not be sent to the front line immediately.
They had just been defeated by the green-skinned orcs, so sending them to the front line right away would probably not have any effect. But it would be much better if they could just restore their organization, reorganize on the spot, and guard the artillery positions without having to fight in person.
By using these adventurers to recruit more adventurers, it can have an expanding effect.
In a few hours, Henry had gathered about four to five thousand adventurers.
With these people, Henry had the idea of sending them to the front line to fight.
However, after contacting Perbov, he got the answer that there was no need to send anyone over as they didn't have any major problems here.
Mainly, the Beast Slaughtering Corps was prepared.
Henry also knew the commander of the regiment, Li Kexi. Under his leadership, half of the Beast Slayer Regiment finally had time to rebuild their morale behind the defense line formed by the First Combined Battalion. They were reorganized and deployed to the front line, greatly filling the manpower of various firepower points and alleviating the problem of insufficient infantry in the First Combined Battalion.
In this way, the defense line of about six kilometers in the fifth district can be considered impregnable.
The difficult part is the other front line which is about 50 kilometers long.
Those greenskins stopped their attacks in front of the First Battalion, but they might launch another attack on other locations at any time.
In fact, this may already be happening.
But what's worse is that both Henry and Pobov lack a grasp of the overall situation.
These armies, which were made up of free adventure groups, chose their own defense lines after receiving their own missions. They did not even have a unified centralized command. Although there were 100,000 of them, many of them were still thinking about adventures, picking up trash, and making money. The teams that did not receive the hired missions had no intention of fighting the greenskins, so their huge numbers did not bring out their full power.
But at least, Swan should have an idea of the overall situation.
He contacted the boss of Garbage Town again. On the one hand, he wanted to know the current situation of the war. If there was any need for support, the three to five thousand people he had just gathered could provide temporary support - but he could not trust their fighting ability too much.
On the other hand, he wanted to know whether the situation in which many adventure groups either chose to go on their own or were hired by other wavering businessmen or agents to protect the insects from running away had been curbed?
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"I'm going to fix that now."
After hanging up the call with Henry, Swann pushed open the door of the conference room in front of him with a sullen face.
There were already quite a few people sitting inside.
His appeal was still demonstrated at this time.
If it weren't for him, no one would have been able to gather so many agents and important businessmen together at such a chaotic time when many people were thinking of abandoning everything and running away.
But that’s all.
The conference hall was noisy, and many people had obvious expressions of impatience on their faces.
The content of their argument was very routine, and in fact they had argued many times in the past.
There are those who hold on, and those who give up;
There are also divisions among the steadfast faction. Some want to establish a unified army for Garbage Town and stop being so lax. Others say that supervision of the adventure groups should be strengthened, tasks should be assigned more reasonably, and rewards should be increased...
Swan actually listened secretly for a while before entering the room.
The situation of the debate at the scene was actually similar to what he had previously understood.
Most people still want to continue defending.
No matter how dangerous the situation is, everyone's property is still in Garbage Town.
In this wasteland, the value of "floating wealth" is very low.
Currency? This thing can't be eaten or drunk. It's not like we live in a stable society where money can buy everything. In the wasteland, it's too common to have currency but not be able to buy things. Even if it's the Alliance Coin issued by the Alliance, it may not be recognized in many places if you go far away, and the purchasing power fluctuates greatly.
What is truly valuable is actual material goods, whether it is food, raw materials or weapons and equipment, these are wealth.
Another important kind of wealth is industry.
Industry is something that relies on many things, including machinery, sites, raw material production areas, commercial channels, business environment... Many people present here have become agents because they have industries.
Giving up Fuxing City is equivalent to giving up the greatest wealth they have.
You may not cry even if you see a coffin, let alone you haven't seen it yet.
The situation is just a bit bad now, those green orcs haven't rushed into the garbage town yet. Many people are really unwilling to give up the garbage town, which is equivalent to splitting up the money and breaking up.
On the other hand, many agents who do not have permanent assets and rely on freight and channels want to run away. Although the loss of running away is not small, it is better than continuing to hold on and ending up in a complete collapse and being unable to escape.
However, the next news that Swan is going to announce is likely to change this situation.
When he stood on the podium, the chaotic quarrels gradually subsided.
People began to wait for this big guy to speak, preferably with some good news.
And Swan did not disappoint them: "The retreat from the 18th District to the 5th District has stopped. An alliance army from Renaissance City accepted my request. They not only plugged the loopholes in the defense line, but also pushed back two kilometers. At the same time, the teams in other positions retreated in an orderly manner and have re-established a new defense line with the 5th District as the core. The situation has temporarily stabilized."
This news is exciting!
Everyone knew that the army belonging to Governor Gu had come to Garbage Town. Those who were not well-informed could not sit in this meeting room.
Someone couldn't help but ask: "Is the Governor coming to help us? Will he help us completely solve the problem of those green beasts?"
"Yes." Swan gave a confirming answer.
In fact, he had not had the opportunity to communicate with Governor Gu, and had only talked to Henry.
But that doesn't stop him from talking nonsense now.
This news is indeed exciting!
Anyone with a discerning eye knew that the Greenskin crisis had spread to the point where it could no longer be solved by the Garbage Town itself. With the introduction of the Governor, who had completely taken control of Renaissance City, there was hope that this problem would be solved.
However, some smarter people thought of another key.
A man with dirty, tangled blond hair stood up and asked Swann: "What's the price? What's the price?"
Swann looked towards him.
That was his rival, Nasser.
The second-ranked agent in the entire Garbage Town, unlike him, this Nasser does not control many physical industries. His largest "industry" is the adventure group.
There are at least thirty large and small adventure groups active around Garbage Town, which he has formed through various means such as funding, sponsorship, and direct organization. He controls the harvest and sales channels of these adventure groups and can directly issue tasks to them.
These thirty adventure groups, some with thousands of people and some with dozens, add up to a total of 20,000 to 30,000 armed adventurers influenced and controlled by him.
Moreover, he also has close ties with many raiders in the wasteland.
This was an annoying guy, and he was the one that Swan was most wary of during this greenskin crisis. He was a typical guy without any industry, and his wealth was in those "people". If the garbage town was destroyed, Nasser would certainly suffer a serious loss, but he could take his people to find a way to open up another "ruin mine", or simply become a looter for a while.
As long as someone has a gun, there is always a way to survive.
Nasser didn't care at all when Swann looked at him with a threatening look. He opened his mouth, showing his yellow teeth, and said, "Will the governor be kind enough to help us fight this war for free? Our Mr. Swann, what did you promise the governor?"
His question caused the scene to fall silent again.
It is of course a good thing that the Governor is willing to help, but the price must be clearly understood.
The other agents, big and small, were waiting for Swann's answer.
Swan smiled: "The price is the entire garbage town."
After these words were spoken, the whole audience fell silent.
Even his old rival Nasser was no match for him.
He tried to put the kibosh on Swann, but how come you just said it all yourself?
He was still thinking about how to interrogate him further and clarify the statement that Swan had sold out certain specific rights of Garbage Town in order to embarrass Swan even more. Unexpectedly, he heard a piece of news that made him dumbfounded.
That's not just selling off some rights, that's selling off everything, leaving nothing behind!
Nasser, who had recovered from his shock, laughed. His hoarse and unpleasant laughter sounded very sharp: "You sold out the entire Garbage Town to the Governor? What right do you have to do this! Garbage Town, does it belong to you alone?!"
Faced with the questioning, Swan gave a cold smile.
"Let me correct you. It's not 'betray', but 'price'. Is it up to me to decide whether the Governor wants to save Garbage Town and what the price is?"
"What's the meaning?"
"Let me make it clearer," Swan said. "The Governor believes that Junk Town is a member of the Alliance, and he is the ruler of the entire planet. Junk Town should be ruled by him and should be included in the system of the new Alliance. It just so happens that Junk Town has encountered a huge difficulty and is in the midst of the greenskin crisis. He wants to help his people."
Swann emphasized the word "helping the people".
Many people understood what he meant and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
But some people don’t understand, or they understand but are unwilling to do so.
Nasser was still clamoring: "Why does he do this? Did we get 100,000 people and 100,000 guns for free?! Those factories and industries are our property! Why does he take them away just like that? Is it because he is the governor?!"
Some people who didn't know what was going on joined in the clamor.
Swan looked at them, snorted coldly, and said nothing more.
Slowly, some people came to their senses and gradually shut up.
Nasser's face finally turned ugly.
He no longer has enough supporters.
Gnashing his rotten teeth, he said to Swann: "You want to kill them all?"
"I never said that."
"I'm leaving with my people! Right now!"
Swan finally smiled, and it was a bright smile: "That won't do. Now is a state of emergency, the battle outside the city has not ended yet, the threat of greenskins is still serious, and the Governor is about to arrive. I propose that Junk Town enter a state of emergency from now on. The entire town is under martial law and no one is allowed to enter or leave!"
According to the process, his proposal should be put to a vote, but today, he did not ask those in favor to raise their hands, but those against to raise their hands.
Nasser shouted his objection, and a few others followed his lead in roaring in indignation.
But it was of no use, most people remained strangely silent.
With a smile, Swan announced: "From this moment on, Junk Town is officially under martial law."
(End of this chapter)
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