Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 55 The Siege of the Black Rat Gang

"My lord, we have no choice but to make such a bad move if we really can't survive."

Hearing Karl's murderous questioning, the old man began to complain as expected.

"The price of grain has risen 14 times in a row this year, and there are no rats left in our bottom nest."

Looking at the already emaciated old man, although Karl sympathized with him, he still had to do what he had to do.

Never ignore the power of human goodness, but never ignore the distortion of human evil.

If Karl easily satisfied the requirements of these robbers, it would inevitably leave a lot of hidden dangers for his plans in the future.

And just like this time against the Train Robbers, Carl chose the Rosary over Rage Force or Renewing Wind. (Of course, the attention value is not enough)
For things that can be solved without skills, Karl will try to avoid using skills.

He always felt that these skills would create an inexplicable sense of dependence, and excessive use of these "temporarily unknown principles" skills would cause Karl to misjudge.

Compared with these skills that achieve their goals through "unknown principles", Karl feels that the mechanical tome that is truly in his hands is more reliable.

As stated at the beginning of the Mechanical Codex.

Knowledge is immortal.

Knowledge is sacred.

knowledge is power.

Knowledge is hope.

Rather than praying for the mercy of the gods, he prefers these certain knowledge.

So after sorting out his thoughts, Karl looked at the old man in front of him and questioned him.

"Value, I want to see the value of keeping you alive, I want to see the value worthy of giving you food, think about it before giving me an answer, remember that you only have one chance."

After speaking, Carl raised his right hand and made a gesture of preparing to shoot.

Seeing Karl give the order, the red beard instantly understood what Karl meant.

In an instant, a large number of bolt guns were pulled at the same time.

The uniform "click" sound locked the robbers like a god of death.

There are actually only two paths before this group of people.

Either swear allegiance to Karl completely, or be reduced to a handful of dust.

There was no mercy here, after all, from the moment the group fired the first shot at the train Carl was on.

He has sufficient reasons to completely wipe out this group of robbers.

And the old man who was at the center of the whole vortex at this moment quickly gave his own answer when he saw this.

"The Lake Rat Gang will be completely loyal to you from now on, and there will be no Lake Rat Gang to say anything from now on."

As if they had received some kind of order, the rest of the members of the Lake Rat Gang knelt down to swear an oath together with the leader.

Seeing that the goal was achieved, Karl also appropriately released a carrot.

After all, it is his style to give a stick to a carrot.

"As long as you can fulfill the loyalty you just promised, food is not a problem."

The moment Carl's voice fell, he felt several scorching gazes.

Yes, on this planet that is about to collapse, whoever holds the food holds the right to speak.

Karl believes that it will not be long, at most within half a year, and the francs in his hands will become a piece of waste paper.

And all he has to do is to do everything he can to prepare before the big crash happens completely.

It doesn't matter whether it ends up taking the "hive capital spaceship" to run away, or a planet-level "counter-insurgency" war.

As long as he can stabilize his "grain factory", these follow-up plans can have stable logistical support.

Of course, having said that, Karl also understands the truth that everyone is innocent and pregnant is guilty.

If there is not enough force to support him, these big plans of his are nothing more than someone else's plate.

So the current top priority, in addition to expanding the "grain factory", he also needs to train an army that can truly compete with the army of chaos.

The requirements are not high, as long as they are a little stronger than those tough men in Catachan.

But this is a bit of a daydream. Looking at the group of thin match-like lake rats in front of him, Carl gave the "high EQ" red beard a look.

Sure enough, as expected of a red beard.

With just one look from Carl, the red beard guessed what he was thinking.

Redbeard casually took out a pack of salt crackers from the bag behind his back.

Seeing Redbeard taking the lead, other members of the Red Pirate Mercenary Group also gathered some biscuits and water.

Looking at the group of new members of the state church who were devouring, Karl couldn't help worrying about his future.

Signs of a big collapse have emerged. In the bottom lair of Frank No. [-], there are hundreds of millions of people who have encountered the same situation as the group of ex-robbers in front of them.

Feeling the pressure that hit him like a mountain, Carl felt a deep powerlessness.

How many people can I save?
Maybe hard work can save a few million?
But a mere few million is still too small in front of Frank No. [-] with a population of hundreds of millions.

In the dark future, he can't find any trace of the bright future.

Shaking his head, he tried hard to throw out his despair about the future.

Carl began to try to segment the target.

Yes, when a goal is too large and far away, the best way is to segment this big goal into small goals that are easy to generate satisfaction.

Such segmentation can effectively avoid being intimidated by too far away and difficult difficulties before departure.

As far as Karl's current situation is concerned, as long as he can stabilize the one-acre three-point land in front of his house, he is worthy of the emperor sending Karl here to suffer.

And just when Karl finally broke free from the emptiness, the red beard walked to his side with a serious face.

"Boss, they just said that the former gathering place of the Black Rat Gang was under siege."

(!!!???)
In an instant, Karl came to the spirit.

(Good guy, the co-author came directly to steal the house, right?)
However, Karl did not directly call the old man over to ask, because he knew very well that the red beard in front of him must have asked these important information clearly before coming to him.

If the red beard said he didn't know, it would be useless to ask the old man alone.

"Who hit, how many people, what's the current situation?"

"I heard that the six gangs around are jealous of the food you produce, and finally decided to besiege the Black Rat Gang together."

"As for the number, although I'm not sure, there should be no less than 2000 fighters, but boss, you can rest assured that they are not the opponents of the Red Pirate Mercenary Group."

Looking at the red beard who patted his chest for assurance, Karl was not at all at ease.

If this group of bottom nest gangs were really cornered, they would be able to severely injure the mercenary group by jumping up.

With a mercenary regiment of more than 100 people, it is definitely not a good idea to confront the bottom nest gang with a huge advantage in numbers.

But then again, who is Carl?

As a person who is more skilled than a designer in backing pictures, it's really a shame not to give this group of death-seeking gangs a big job.

(It just so happens that the expansion of "farmland" requires a lot of manpower. Since you are so eager to do coolies, then I will help you.)
"Repair the damaged rails immediately, we will leave in 10 minutes!"

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(End of this chapter)