Chapter 499 Chapter 499: The Mine

After all the captives were arranged and the wounded were treated, it was already the early morning of the next day.

The number of corpses on the battlefield exceeded 500,000, and it took more than half of the time just to bury them. Fortunately, the United Army is now generally equipped with searchlights to facilitate operations at night.

The wounded were quickly sent to a makeshift field hospital.

In this war, the United Army also lost nearly 10,000 people and injured more than 70,000. Among them, the Vulcan cannon contributed a lot, and it was also because of the firepower network woven by the Vulcan cannon that the scale of the final hand-to-hand combat was minimized.

Many of the soldiers of the United Army who were injured were injured by the enemy's arrows.

Aslan quietly listened to Arthur's report, and he was slightly relieved. The loss was within his tolerance. If it wasn't for the Vulcan Cannon to suppress the enemy's charge, the scale of casualties would have at least doubled.

Looking at the casualty report, Artoria quietly helped to sort out the data report, while Duke Medea sat in a comfortable toffee chair, ate the fresh fruit brought by the grassland coalition army, and pretended to look at the report in his hand. .

Aslan just glanced at it and wanted to say something.

"Teacher, your report is reversed."

But he didn't have the guts, his own wife was better, she was sensible and smart, and would take the initiative to share the work.

"Report! Your lord, the representative of the Grassland Alliance Army requests to see you."

A guard gave a military salute and said.

Aslan nodded.

"Let them in."

Savannah brought in O'Neill, the great chief of the centaur tribe, and Bryant, the king of the grassland elves.

"Good morning! Lord Aslan!"

Savannah had just saluted when she noticed that Duke Medea, who was lazily eating fruit, shivered suddenly.

This time, not only Savannah, but even O'Neal and Bryant bowed their heads.

Duke Medea won their respect with strength.

In the final decisive battle, the Ottoman Kingdom dispatched three Great Mentors, and the two of them could only hold on, but after Duke Medea joined the battlefield, the situation reversed instantly.

In the end, the Duke of Medea took two heads. Bryant, who was also a great magister, knew the gap between himself and the Duke of Medea, so he didn't dare to show off in front of the Duke of Medea.

"Well! If you have anything to say, just tell Aslan, what he said is my attitude." Duke Medea nodded in satisfaction, and said something casually.

O'Neill and Bryant exchanged glances, then turned their gazes to Aslan.

"Your Excellency Aslan!" Bryant stood up and said.

"En! Please sit down!" Aslan said with a smile, and then took out the plan for the Beifeng Autonomous Region from the drawer.

Bryant was also polite, and looked through after receiving it, while O'Neill sat quietly by the side and drank the pearl milk tea brought by the guards.

He drank three glasses in a row before stopping.

About half an hour later, Bryant looked at Aslan with excitement.

"Your Excellency Aslan, is everything written above true?"

Aslan nodded.

"Not only the North Wind Prairie, but the Changfeng Plain is also planning to build an autonomous region because there are too many foreign races."

Bryant handed over the plan to O'Neill, and he began to negotiate with Aslan, trying to maximize the interests of the grassland coalition forces.

For example, retaining the minimum number of police forces, uniting with the taxation of the Beifeng Autonomous Region, and at the same time striving for more welfare policies, Bryant has obtained a lot of information about Changfeng Plain and Merlot City from Savannah and Millie.

Even Savannah applied to become the resident ambassador of Merlot City many times, because of the position of resident ambassador, the brothers of the grassland elves and the centaur almost lost their brains because of this.

The large farms in the Changfeng Plain, the highways that quickly lead to the two places, and the huge number of commodities and various workshops in Merlot City, these are the things that Bryant wants to strive for.

"The future development of the Beifeng Autonomous Region needs to be discussed and studied with various departments after returning home. The biggest problem now is the border line." Aslan said with a serious face.

Bryant nodded and began to tell the plan he had prepared. The autonomous region sent 100,000 elite troops to station on the border. At the same time, he also hoped that the United Army would send troops to coordinate defense and build a fortress on the border.

Aslan nodded thoughtfully.

It is not advisable to rely solely on the autonomous region to send troops to guard the border. Over time, it will make the autonomous region support itself.

The best way is to break up and reorganize the army in the autonomous region. The initial border garrison must be dispatched by the unified army.

"Lord Aslan! Can you sell us your gun stick?" Bryant asked nervously, pulling Aslan back who was in deep thought.

"Spear stick! It's not for sale. I will only equip it with magic soldiers and magicians belonging to the territory." Aslan said with certainty.

Bryant couldn't help showing regret.

He is a majestic great magister, and it is impossible to serve Aslan, but the two-gun mode of the Duke of Medea, who is killing people, makes Bryant vivid.

"As for the captives, I happened to find a good place where I could place them." Aslan said with a smile on his lips.

"Where is it? With so many mouths, eating and drinking every day, it's a headache to look at." O'Neill suddenly said happily.

Aslan pointed to a place on the map, and said unhurriedly: "My people found a coal mine here, and here is an iron mine."

"We've heard of iron mines, what are they full of coal mines?" Bryant asked suspiciously.

Only then did Aslan realize that in this world, due to magic, coal mines, an industrial food, did not have their due role, so not many people knew about such things as coal mines.

Aslan could only take out a black stone and put it on the table.

Bryant picked it up, his hands were immediately covered with a layer of black ash, his eyes couldn't help showing a look of disgust.

This is a person with serious cleanliness.

"I seem to have seen this thing before, and its use is similar to that of a flame stone." Bryant said with a look of disdain.

Aslan shook his head, did not refute Bryant's words, but directly offered the price.

"This is the thing. Like the Flame Stone, I have to buy in large quantities. Coal mines cost 65 silver coins per ton, and Flame Stone 80 silver coins."

O'Neill nodded. Flaming stones were one of the main commodities they had traded with Aslan in the past few years. However, the food was valuable at that time. They exchanged the goods for goods, and now they are all paid in currency. Of course, the price of meat has also changed.

Bryant quickly calculated that the price was not as valuable as food, and asked dissatisfied.

"My lord! This price is a bit wrong!"

"That's right! Now the entire North Wind Prairie is mine, and the price I pay you is for mining and transportation."