Traveling through 1942 with space

Chapter 316 Recruiting People

Only after entering the battlefield did Xiaoge feel like a mouse in an oil barrel. It felt so good.

The broken weapons from both sides were thrown everywhere because the war had not stopped yet. There were cars, cannons, tanks, and armored vehicles, which made Hou Xiaoge drool.

At the beginning, Hou Xiaoge would collect anything he could, even a piece of iron. But as he collected too many things, he became disgusted with them.

Hou Xiaoge would take away any bulky tanks with intact gun barrels, tracks and engines, and would simply abandon those that were difficult to dismantle.

The armored vehicles that were in better condition were directly stored in the space, while those that were seriously damaged had their wheels and useful engines removed.

During this period, a lot of scattered corpses that both sides had not found were collected and buried in space, making a contribution to the Chinese people.

When it was almost dawn, Hou Xiaoge, who had worked hard all night, returned directly to the space.

"Hey, hush! I feel like I'm doing this." In the space, Hou Xiaoge was lying on a recliner, panting, drinking semi-spiritual-level honey made with spiritual spring water.

Although he was tired, Hou Xiaoge smiled so hard that his back teeth were exposed when he looked at the mountains of equipment in the space.

Among these things, four tanks can be fully assembled, and there are more than a hundred semi-finished armored vehicles and cars, which can be assembled into at least forty or fifty.

The other cannons and guns are not bad, and together with the ones I got these two days, they can equip an entire regiment.

"Let the people in the mercenary group take a look at these equipments and see if they can be assembled. It's too slow for Ling'er to assemble them alone." Hou Xiaoge felt a little distressed when he saw Ling'er, who had transformed into a worker's clothes and was operating a large wrench to dismantle the equipment.

"Hehe! Young Master, I'm not tired. It just takes a little time." Seeing that Hou Xiaoge cared about her, Ling'er flew over happily and said with a smile.

"That won't work. You are the steward of our space. How can you be a slave every day?" Hou Xiaoge touched the little guy's head.

"Whee!"

After resting in the space for a night, Hou Xiaoge went directly to the rear battlefield in Ukraine which had not yet been recovered the next day.

When arriving at the rear battlefield, Hou Xiaoge could clearly see that the ordinary people were in panic.

But compared with ordinary people, although the situation on the battlefield is unfavorable, the soldiers of Pufa are worthy of being the world's number one combat force. Each of them sticks to their post, and everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

However, this orderly system was built on the suffering of the local people. The troops took away all the items and equipment that could be moved, and finally a grenade directly blew up the building.

Looking at the ordinary people screaming, wailing and crying everywhere, Hou Xiaoge, who originally wanted to join in and reap the benefits for free, suddenly thought of his compatriots. It is really miserable for the people without a strong country.

However, just because Hou Xiaoge doesn't plunder ordinary people doesn't mean he will give up this opportunity to get something for free.

If you can’t deal with ordinary people, deal with the army!

There are so many supplies that the army cannot keep track of them all.

“Don’t be in a hurry, let’s get a group of people into the space first.” There is an urgent need for people in the space now, so Hou Xiaoge plans to get them in first.

There is famine and refugees everywhere here, so it is extremely easy to recruit people.

To find someone, Hou Xiaoge naturally couldn't just run over and catch the refugees and tell them to follow him, because they were not fools, so the best way was to find the local tyrants.

Taking out a pack of cigarettes, Hou Xiaoge learned the information he needed from a shopkeeper, the local gang leader.

However, in order to look more stylish, Hou Xiaoge entered the space after dark and brought out thirty mercenaries, each of whom carried a lot of supplies.

When they arrived at the entrance of the underground black market where the local tyrants were, Hou Xiaoge asked his men to contact the contact.

"Hey! Man, please inform me that our boss is looking for Poloyevsky to discuss a big business." Platoon leader Watt stepped forward to negotiate with a smile.

"Who are you? Our boss is someone you can see whenever you want! If you want to enter the black market, go in. If not, get out of the way." The gatekeeper looked arrogantly at Watt, who was a head taller than him.

"Clap!"

To deal with this kind of stuff, Watt directly used two electric cannons.

At this point, both sides were on the verge of a fight, with guns drawn.

However, there were only five or six people guarding the gate. They were naturally timid when faced with the overwhelming force of thirty-one people, and one of them quickly ran in to report.

After a while, a two-meter-tall red-haired man came out, surrounded by thirty or forty of his younger followers.

Faced with more than twenty submachine guns and several rocket launchers, the scene that Hou Xiaoge was waiting for on TV did not appear.

"Who are you? What brings you to the black market?" Poloyevsky asked with a smile.

"What are you doing in the black market? Of course, we're doing business! But we don't care about ordinary business, so we want to find the person in charge of the black market to do big business.

But your little brother obviously doesn't want to do business, so he will delay you from making money. I will clean up your foul mouth for you." Watt replied with a smile.

Watt's natural response was to turn around and chat, and then the other party personally invited him for an interview.

Looking at the guarddog who was curled up with his face covered and looking frustrated behind the door, Hou Xiaoge smiled with contempt.

He brought so many people here, fully armed. He is such an idiot and has no sense of propriety.

"Mr. Bolloyev, let's cut to the chase.

Nowadays, the popularization of law is being carried out with a scorched earth policy everywhere, and many ordinary people are starving to death without food or drink.

Our company is in the labor brokerage business. We can’t bear to see these people starve to death. They might as well follow us to live and work in a safe area.

Our company recruits a large number of people to work in factories in the Middle East and neutral regions of Asia. We promise that they can not only provide for their own food and clothing, but also bring their children and the elderly with them.

As for the price I'll give you, an ordinary mechanic can give you a bottle of wine or a pack of cigarettes, and a university teacher or engineer can give you 50 servings of wound medicine." Hou Xiaoge said directly.

When Poloyevsky first heard that Hou Xiaoge and his group were intermediaries who brought people to work in the Middle East, he sneered in his heart, aren't they just human traffickers?

But when he heard Hou Xiaoge, an ordinary mechanical worker, give him a bottle of wine or a pack of cigarettes, he admitted that he was moved.

When he heard that the engineer was giving fifty doses of medicine, Poloyevsky immediately felt overwhelmed.

"Deal!" Poloyevsky slammed the table and stood up.

"Yes! This is the deposit." Hou Xiaoge didn't even move, and asked his men to throw out three handbags.

The three bags contained thirty bottles of wine, twenty cartons of cigarettes, and ten servings of wound medicine, enough for a hundred ordinary workers.

The gangster boss was overjoyed when he saw the supplies in the bag. These things were hard currency and were extremely precious in the occupied areas.

The two parties agreed to trade once a day, and Hou Xiaoge’s people would tell the other party the transaction location in advance.

"Boss, these things are so cool! Do you want to send someone to follow them? Thirty people want to use guns on our territory. They really think we are little Karami." After Hou Xiaoge and his group left, a younger brother came to Poloyevsky and said.

"Idiot, how much benefit can you get by killing them? Aren't there workers everywhere? Now the streets are full of people who are starving and eating grass.

These workers are all about cigarettes and bottles of fine wine. Are they so blinded by such a small profit just to vent their anger?

Go away and quickly go and trick the workers by saying that your company is recruiting and that it can accept the elderly and children.

Pay attention, get more engineers and high-level intellectuals." Boroevsky kicked his men in the buttocks and cursed.

"Boss, what if they don't want to?"

"Bitch, if you don't want to, do you need me to teach you? We are gangsters, not paupers."