Chapter 248

Under normal circumstances, cleaning the battlefield is a good job no matter in ancient or modern times, in China or abroad, and in any world.

Those who died on the battlefield, whether they were enemies or friends, could not all be poor. There would be some people with some background and property, and these people would definitely have some good things.

And it is difficult to count the treasures and property obtained by touching corpses. Usually, it is assumed that whoever touches it will own it. Only the spoils of war such as weapons and armor need to be handed over.

Even in ancient Kyushu, soldiers who participated in cleaning the battlefield could make a fortune. As superiors, the subordinates would always pay tribute to them, and the benefits were naturally indispensable.

Not to mention that this is still a magical world. The elite troops of the alien races in the North were beaten and fled in panic this time.

Those alien races in the North are not the bottom of the North. It is estimated that if you touch any of them, you can find some good things on them.

Not to mention those magicians who are famous for their wealth.

In this battlefield where millions of enemy soldiers died, anyone who can get a good job of touching corpses can probably make a fortune.

Of course, that is under normal circumstances.

If you clean the battlefield well, no one will care if you make some money from the dead.

But if you don't clean it well, a large number of untreated corpses will pollute the water source and land, leading to disasters such as plague. Then you want to distance yourself from the dead and say that this matter has nothing to do with you, but there is no such good thing.

The battlefield outside Mengchuan City is probably in this situation now.

Because it is too close to the water source and the city, and Mengchuan City happens to be downstream of the river and downwind of the canyon.

Those who have some understanding of war and plague now basically assume that a large-scale plague is probably unavoidable.

It's too close, and too many people died.

And the location in the canyon is too narrow, so it is very difficult to clean the battlefield quickly.

Even the simplest and crudest way is to dig a pit and bury it, or dig a pit and throw the corpse into it and burn it, it will take a long time.

During this period, we may have to guard against the remnants of the repulsed coalition vanguards fighting back.

This is extremely difficult.

Although it is fun to touch corpses, this kind of work may lead to taking the blame, but no one is so stubborn that they would not even give up their lives for money.

"What? No one is willing to go?"

Weiwei waited for a moment, frowned slightly, and said with some displeasure:

"The war is over, but no one is going to clean up the battlefield now?"

After a moment of silence, a general from Mengchuan City came out and said:

"Your Highness, the enemy's casualties this time are a bit too large, and the terrain in the canyon is not easy to clean up the battlefield. If you want to clean up the battlefield, I'm afraid it will take a lot of people."

"And there are too many enemy corpses falling into the river. I'm afraid that even if we clean up the battlefield, there may be a plague."

This kind of job has to be done by someone, and it is impossible to stay deadlocked here.

So after this buddy stood up, he also stacked up his armor crazily before he dared to take this job.

Weiwei didn't care much when she heard this, she just waved her hand and said:

"Just do your own thing. I will know whether you have cleaned the battlefield seriously. As long as you do your own thing, even if there is a plague later, it has nothing to do with you, don't worry."

She has recently figured out the drones in Jiuzhou.

I can't say that she has figured it out, but at least she knows how to use it to detect the ground situation.

With the help of this kind of thing that is similar to the God's perspective, she can see clearly whether these people are cleaning the battlefield seriously or perfunctorily after going out without leaving the city.

As long as the people sent out to clean the battlefield are really doing this seriously, then even if there is a plague, she will naturally not make too many difficulties here.

With the blessing of advanced technology, this kind of thing is not a problem.

Hearing this, the general who spoke earlier was immediately delighted and said:

"Thank you for your trust, Princess. I am willing to lead the team to clean up the battlefield outside the city."

"..."

In addition to verbal praise, the post-war settlement this time is probably to discuss how to clean up the battlefield.

After all, this is a big project, and if it is not done well, it will lead to a large-scale plague, so it must be taken seriously.

After the discussion, people who are willing to do this job have been found, so it is time to disperse.

However, what Lin Yilong did not expect was that the general of Mengchuan City who took over this task came to him just after the meeting.

"General Lin, I heard that you have a kind of oil that will be ignited when it touches fire, and there are quite a lot of them. Is it true?"

"Are you talking about gasoline? Or diesel?" Lin Yilong reacted immediately.

"I don't know about this either. It's the kind that can burn. I saw some of your soldiers using this thing. I just want to see if you have more here. Give me a batch. With this thing, I can deal with those corpses much faster." The general hurriedly said:

"Don't worry, General Lin, I won't ask for it in vain. We will give you one-third of the spoils we took from the dead outside the city."

"That's not the problem." Lin Yilong said with some difficulty:

"You know, it's not easy to get our supplies to Mengchuan City. At present, Mengchuan City cannot produce oil. We do have some, but not much. If you really want it, I can give you some, but I can't give you too much. It's definitely not enough to use it to clean the battlefield and burn corpses."

This is the truth. Oil is a consumable. Even if there is no war, there will be a lot of daily consumption.

Every time Weiwei trades supplies from Su Yi, she will bring some. Their 10,000 people and countless equipment rely on this little oil to survive.

It's too extravagant to use it to clean the battlefield and burn corpses.

The general didn't think Lin Yilong was looking for excuses to perfunctory him.

Knowing about the gasoline and diesel of the Jiuzhou reinforcements, he naturally knew about these situations.

The Jiuzhou warriors who usually don't even take food seriously and give some food to a lowly poor orc cub, are so cautious when using oil that they dare not waste a single cent.

But he dared to come and ask this, so he was naturally well prepared.

Hearing this, he said:

"Why can't Mengchuan City produce this?"

"There are no raw materials, no technology, and no corresponding technicians. In short, there are many reasons." Lin Yilong smiled. He was quite patient with these colleagues from Mengchuan City.

Although these people have lived in the magic world for a long time and have engraved the superiority and inferiority of blood in their bones, they have never discriminated against the reinforcements from Kyushu. There is no need to be hostile to them for no reason.

"That's what I want to say." The general suddenly became excited:

"Is the raw material of your oil a thick black liquid?"

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