mousepad-d2 Chapter 58 It's time for the Zhang family to take a look.
Chapter 58 It's time for the Zhang family to take a look.
Chainsaw City.
Lin Mo thought this name was even lower than Margaret's "Judgment City".
"These guys, don't they go to school? They have absolutely no education..."
In reality, this situation only occurs in the early post-cataclysmic period, also known as the "wilderness period".
During this period, many of the lord heroes who established their territories were actually quite poor in both quality and ability. Perhaps they were just a little luckier than others and rode the wave to the top.
They thought it was their ability.
But that's not actually the case.
For example, that lord from earlier was completely inexplicable to Lin Mo.
Riding his skeletal warhorse, Lin Mo circled the stronghold, thoroughly familiarizing himself with the surrounding terrain and fortifications.
The stronghold was built in a basin surrounded by rocky hills, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.
There are several quarries nearby, where many survivors are still working.
The base had rudimentary facilities, with almost nothing except for the government office and barracks.
In terms of troop strength, most of the goblins and wolf riders he recruited were wiped out in battle after the lord died. However, the strength of the stronghold can be accumulated quickly. As long as there is a reasonable development path, it is still easy for the stronghold to form a powerful force.
"Shante, take stock of the spoils of war." Lin Mo dismounted and put the skeletal warhorse into his military manual.
Santa dismounted from his undead horse, went into the inner court, reviewed the lord's contracts and warehouse records, and quickly produced a list.
There are about three thousand gold coins, a little over five hundred pieces of wood and stone, and some scattered sulfur and crystal. The troop buildings include a goblin cave and a wolf rider camp, both for low-level units.
The resource point has three quarries and one lumber mill.
"They're damn poor," Lin Mo commented succinctly.
The strength of this stronghold lord is completely mismatched with his arrogance.
A dozen or so first and second-tier military units couldn't even hold out for a decent battle.
He initially thought the other party might be related to the mysterious hero who destroyed the Hasburg naval base, but now it seems they are completely different people. The hero who can command Behemoths and Thunderbirds couldn't possibly have so little.
"Even a mosquito's leg is meat."
Having occupied this place, the territory under their control has expanded several times over.
Lin Mo stood in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, lost in thought.
He now controls three territories: Skull City, Judgment City, and Chainsaw City.
The three territories are located in a triangle, covering most of the city of Hasburg.
Judging from the map, his territory has become a contiguous area, qualifying him to be called a "regional overlord".
But Lin Mo knew very well that this title of "overlord" was not very prestigious.
Because we are still in the "wilderness" phase of the apocalypse.
During this period, many people established their territories not through ability, but through luck.
Like the lord here, a simple-minded fellow, who somehow managed to find the territory blueprints and became a local tyrant in his own little land.
Unfortunately, these people cannot defend their territory because they do not understand the rules of the new world, how to develop, or how to fight.
When your luck runs out, it's time to pay your debts.
Lin Mo recalled a topic that had been discussed in his previous life: "Three years after the apocalypse, those vanished lords".
Some statistics show that of the first lords who established their territories at the beginning of the cataclysm, less than five percent were still alive three years later.
Most people were eliminated during the barbaric period; some were killed by monsters, some were swallowed up by other lords, and some were betrayed by their own subordinates.
Those who truly survive and thrive are those with brains, character, and ability.
When Lin Mo mentioned this kind of person, he naturally thought of the Ghost King Hammer from his previous life.
The name jumped into Lin Mo's mind almost instantly.
Hammer has been with him for almost a month, and his growth rate has far exceeded his expectations, from initial fear and hesitation to his current decisiveness and composure.
More importantly, Hammer was very loyal.
In the apocalypse, loyalty is scarcer than ability.
Lin Mo walked out of the Internal Affairs Hall, mounted his skeletal warhorse, left Santa to keep watch, and galloped off towards Skull City.
By the time we returned to Skull City, it was already dark.
Hammer was patrolling the outskirts of the territory with his cavemen when he saw Lin Mo return and quickly went to greet him.
"Boss, you're back!"
"Hammer, come with me to a place!" Lin Mo called to Hammer to mount his horse.
Hammer didn't ask any further questions and immediately mounted his horse.
Lin Mo didn't say a word the whole way, and Hammer didn't ask any questions either.
Hammer only realized what was happening when he arrived at Chainsaw City.
"Boss, this place too..."
"This is territory we just conquered today, come in," Lin Mo greeted.
The two entered the Ministry of the Interior.
Lin Mo sat down at the table, picked up the water bottle and took a sip, then put the bottle down, looked at Hammer, and remained silent for a few seconds.
"Hammer, do you want to be a lord?"
Hammer was stunned and didn't know how to answer.
"In no mood?"
"Yes!" Hammer said hastily.
Of course he wanted it; he dreamed about it.
Lin Mo had told him about the situation of the lord hero. Improving physical constitution was secondary; the key was the "military manual" and the "four dimensions," and oh yes, magic.
Hammer clearly understood that this was the key.
"I'll transfer Chainsaw City to you, and you can advance to Lord Hero. From now on, this will be your territory." After Lin Mo finished speaking, he noticed that Hammer's lips were trembling.
The guy's eyes reddened, he lowered his head, remained silent for a long time, and then raised his head to look into Lin Mo's eyes.
"Boss, am I capable?"
"You've been with me for almost a month now," Lin Mo said. "I've taught you everything I needed to. You know the rules of the new world, how to recruit soldiers, how to fight, and how to manage survivors. What you lack isn't ability, but opportunity."
Hammer's throat moved.
He took a deep breath and then nodded heavily.
"Boss, I'll listen to you from now on."
Lin Mo stood up, walked up to Hammer, and patted him on the shoulder.
Then he took out several items from the military manual: an iron sword, a ring, and a pendant, and pushed them in front of Hammer.
"You already have the Dwarf King's Shield. The other strategic treasures are of ordinary quality, but they can add some attack and defense attributes, which you can use!"
Hammer looked at the things on the table, then at Lin Mo, his lips moved a few times, but in the end he only said two words: "Thank you, boss."
"Don't thank me yet," Lin Mo said. "Chainsaw City is yours, but it's not a freebie. Your task is to defend and develop it while I'm gone. Also, I haven't finished exploring the area to the north. You need to scout it out, find valuable resource points and troop buildings, capture them, and expand our sphere of influence."
Hammer paused for a moment: "Boss, you're leaving?"
"Yes." Lin Mo turned around and walked to the window. In the distance, the ruins were just an uneven outline under the moonlight. Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow, stirring up the dust on the ground.
"I need to go back to Country H."
Hammer walked to his side and paused for a few seconds before asking, "What are you going back for?"
"Take a few things, and... kill a few people."
Hammer did not ask any further questions.
"Alright, go and familiarize yourself with the territory. There are wolf dens here; choose one as your mount." After Lin Mo finished speaking, Hammer nodded and left.
Only Lin Mo remained.
He sat in the chair, muttering, "It's time to go home and see the world!"