Chapter 1172 New Population Deal

Graycastle, Neverwinter City.

Castle Chamber.

As the Executive Office grows, the hall that was once adequate has become a bit small. The main officials of many departments can only move small stools and sit behind their chief and deputy ministers. More secretaries and assistants had to stand against the wall, and nearly two hundred people crowded the room tightly.

It seems that it is necessary to build a special conference hall in the castle area to meet the needs of various meetings in the future. Roland thought to himself, this is only the high-level officials of Neverwinter City. When the managers of other cities in the kingdom come to the new capital, During the debriefing, I am afraid that the first floor of the castle is so full that it cannot be accommodated.

After writing this idea down in his notebook, he clapped his hands gently, and the conference hall immediately fell silent.

"Everyone must be aware that Operation Torch, which lasted for nearly ten months, was a complete success. Now our footprints have extended to the fertile plains hundreds of kilometers away from Neverwinter. The threat from the devil has been completely eliminated - from this moment on Starting from now on, the west of Neverwinter is no longer the barbaric land that was difficult to move and full of dangers, but a fertile territory that can provide us with abundant supplies!" Roland paused, raised his voice and said, "Yes, this land is bigger than the four kingdoms. Adding up to the vast plains, it will be the main development direction of Graycastle in the next hundred years!"

Thunderous applause suddenly erupted in the hall.

Opening up territory and expanding territory is the achievement that the king values ​​most, and it is also the easiest way for officials to obtain benefits. Even ordinary citizens can get a share of the great expansion. Now that there is suddenly an extra territory that can accommodate several Graycastles, its significance is naturally self-evident, and no matter how much praise it is, it cannot be overstated.

"I'm afraid that the term "Four Kingdoms" will become history in a few years," Barov stroked his beard and smiled cheerfully, "Whether in terms of size or strength, they are all inferior to Graycastle. Too far. "

"That's right. If history books and biographies are still written as before, I'm afraid future generations will laugh at them."

"How about one senior and three juniors?"

"Three Little Kingdoms is too hard to pronounce, so it would be more appropriate to give it a new name."

"I agree...I think the Empire is very good."

The ministers were discussing eagerly, and the atmosphere in front of the long table seemed a little high for a while.

Roland did not deliberately stop him, but left a blank period for them to enjoy the afterglow of victory before bringing the topic back to business, "But I hope you all realize that this victory is just the beginning. Rather than the end! Expelling the devils from the fertile plains will win a relatively safe living space, but it does not mean that they will cease their activities and give up their conquest of mankind. The real threat is the legendary battle of divine will, which can only be achieved when the red moon approaches. , the enemy will show all his fangs! For that day to come, the kingdom must be fully prepared now!"

"In other words, not only can you not relax at all, but you must also redouble your efforts. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The crowd roared.

Roland looked around the hall, then nodded to the nightingale beside him.

The latter turned around and opened the curtain hanging on the wall.

The place where the map of the Western Territory originally hung was replaced by a huge blackboard, and there was only one word on the blackboard: people.

"This - is what I want." Roland said word by word.

The western territory is stable, the internal affairs are unified, the army returns, and the hearts of the people are available. He has too many plans to implement, but none of them are more important than increasing the population.

In order to promote the policy as quickly as possible, he even put war summary and other matters to the back of the queue.

It can be said that population has become the biggest bottleneck restricting the development of Neverwinter City.

If the First Army had an armored unit during Operation Torch, even the simplest infantry fighting vehicle would be able to defeat the devil's anti-ambush trap.

Although the first-generation piston engine that has been finalized has a lot of reliability problems, for war, these are minutiae, and whether it is available or not is the top priority.

It's not that Roland doesn't know this, but Neverwinter City's production capacity has reached its limit.

Whether it is steel output or the production capacity of various factories.

One decisive battle basically consumed 90% of the accumulated artillery shells.

A railway across the plains stretched the steel reserves to 77%.

Agatha's cooling separation method gradually failed to meet the needs of chemical plants for acid production.

The production line of individual grenades has taken up part of the already stretched explosive output.

It can be said that Neverwinter has hit the ceiling in many directions.

Scaling up production requires people.

Adding new production projects requires people.

Turning ideas and drawings into reality requires the collaboration of multiple departments and a large number of manpower.

The population of Neverwinter City is still growing steadily, and has now exceeded the 200,000 mark. Compared with other cities, this is an incredible number. In another ten years, this place will inevitably become the core of the entire continent, with a population exceeding 100,000. No problem at all.

If it hadn't been for the unexpected turn in the Northern Expedition, he would probably have been able to accept this result, but the fact was that the devil's actions deviated from everyone's predictions. Although the reason was not clear, it made Roland feel a little uneasy—— Even if the enemy gathered a large army and fought hard against the First Army in Taquila, causing more than half of the soldiers' casualties, and taking more than half a year to capture the city, it would still be more reassuring than it is now.

The long-term operation is a plan written in the plan.

But the devil didn't do that.

The deviation of strategic intentions means that the situation has changed in some invisible places. The uneasiness caused by this unknown makes him no longer satisfied with the current growth rate. Coupled with the return of the army, he decided to take some extraordinary measures to shorten the process.

"Your Majesty, this has always been the focus of the Executive Office," Barov stood up and replied. "According to statistical data, the inflow of foreign population has not only not stopped, but the trend is still rising steadily. It is expected to double in five years -"

"I can't wait five years," Roland interrupted. "If possible, I hope to achieve or even exceed this goal within this year."

Everyone couldn't help but take a breath.

"Two hundred thousand people a year? Your Majesty, I'm afraid this is difficult to achieve..." the general manager hesitated, "To achieve the inflow trend you mentioned, migration of this scale will only be possible unless there is unrest or famine."

"You are talking about changes in natural circumstances, and I am talking about administrative orders-if compulsory measures are implemented, this is not a difficult goal to achieve. To sum up, this long-term plan can be divided into three parts. "

Roland held out three fingers and said one after another.

"——Reciprocal migration, cross-border recruitment, and encouraging childbirth. This is what you will do next." ()

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