Chapter 457: Tryndamere: The World Has Changed
Tryndamere spent the next few days in a temporary immigrant camp on the border.
And in the past few days, Tryndamere's counterattack against the Demacians has also achieved great success.
On the first day, he successfully destroyed a barrel of enemy liquor, five baskets of black bread, and ten Zaun alchemical fast-growing chickens.
On the second day, he managed to destroy a barrel of the enemy's liquor, three pots of mashed potatoes, and two pots of oatmeal and vegetable stew.
On the third day, he successfully destroyed a barrel of the enemy's medical alcohol mixed with water and two pots of thick oatmeal porridge.
On the fourth day, the immigrant camp cancelled the communal meals in the cafeteria and adopted a per capita food rationing system.
On the fifth day, Tryndamere and his accompanying Iceborn warriors were successfully selected as the first batch of employees of the blacksmith cooperative.
Comrade Laxana, president of the Debon branch, pointed out at an internal work meeting that we must be vigilant against the unhealthy tendencies of extravagance and wastefulness that have emerged among the Freljord immigrant community, and comprehensively promote the progress of Freljord immigrants in getting jobs and participating in labor, and help the Freljord people get on the right path of self-reliance and self-improvement as soon as possible.
Comrade Laxana emphasized that wealth should be created by the hands of workers. Leaders should help others instead of lazy people, and support people instead of idlers.
For the very few backward elements who are obsessed with selfish ideas, waste public resources, dig into the collective corners, and take advantage of the public, we must give priority to helping them transform themselves. We must really help them in the right places and change them at the root. We must encourage them to work in practice to help them cure their ideological diseases and move towards common progress.
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Day 7, morning.
"Ashe's blood alliance." The Iceborn warriors surrounded Tryndamere and asked, "Should we stay here?"
While chewing on the delicious breakfast bread, they asked worriedly: "The tens of thousands of immigrants we organized have now arrived one after another."
"But why do these Demacians seem to have more food than they can eat?"
"Hold on, brothers!" Tryndamere said solemnly, "The Demacians' supplies are definitely not unlimited."
He swallowed the chicken drumstick in his hand in one gulp, then licked the corner of his mouth and said, "Look, they were pretending to be very generous a few days ago, letting us drink and eat meat as we pleased."
"What about now? Even the chicken legs are limited to one per person per day."
Tryndamere sucked on the spiced chicken bone and said with dissatisfaction.
"Uh..." The muscular men nodded.
But there was still a smart Iceborn warrior who felt that something was wrong: "But they are still supplying chicken legs!"
The people of Freljord eat meat every day, but that doesn't mean that meat is worthless on the ice field.
On the ice field, any food is precious.
Although the situation in Demacia is much better, meat is still a precious and rare treasure for ordinary people in Demacia.
But now, those Germans actually let a bunch of "beggars" from Freljord eat meat every day?
"This..." Tryndamere also knew that something was wrong.
He once tentatively asked the cadres of the immigrant camp, but the cadres just casually explained that these chickens were alchemical technology chickens invented by Zaun, which were much cheaper than traditional chickens.
Tryndamere doesn't understand what alchemy technology is.
He also didn't know what kind of scientific research results that would benefit the people would be produced by those perverted scientists in Zaan who were engaged in human body transformation research every day after being forced by the leaders to change their careers to "chicken body transformation research."
He didn't even know where Zaun was. After all, it was so far away that it was beyond the scope of a Freljord person's knowledge.
Therefore, he could only answer the cadre ambiguously: "This chicken seems to be some kind of alchemical... er... Hextech chicken? Anyway, it's just a cheap product similar to oats. So they don't feel bad about giving it to us."
"Hextech?" The Iceborn warriors looked confused.
"What's this?"
"Maybe it's... a special kind of magic?" Tryndamere answered guiltily.
"Oh, I see..." As soon as the word magic was mentioned, the Iceborn understood.
It makes sense that magic could make chickens grow faster, fatter, and cheaper.
Then, someone unconsciously asked a question: "Doesn't that mean that ordinary people in Demacia can now eat cheap chicken every day?"
"This..." Tryndamere frowned.
He looked at the chicken bone in his hand and suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
He instinctively felt that this was a big deal, but he couldn't immediately explain how behind the emergence of this small poultry breeding technology was a series of magnificent social changes and progress in civilization.
The world outside the ice sheet seemed to have changed and become more unfamiliar.
With the perspective of a "primitive man", Tryndamere could only vaguely perceive this.
"Anyway..." He suppressed his uneasiness, "There must be a limit to Demacia's ability to bear it. It's impossible that they can't finish it."
"Otherwise, they wouldn't have been so scared that they switched to a rationing system after just a few days of us eating them."
Tryndamere's logic made sense. The Iceborn warriors nodded secretly.
And just at this moment...
"Boom--" A group of steel monsters spewing green alchemical smoke appeared at the entrance of the camp with low roars.
"Is this... a car?" Although Tryndamere was ignorant, he was not stupid.
No matter how strange the trucks looked, he could always recognize their wheels.
There is a sufficiently flat dirt road from Miyin City to the border camp, which was built by the Mianwei family in the past to facilitate the transportation of military supplies.
Now is a good time to use trucks to transport food supplies to the immigrant camp.
So, in Tryndamere's desperate eyes...
"Hurricane Howling!" Lux waved her RGB Hextech Staff and slowly rose into the air from the truck's cargo bed.
The leaders present released their magic spells one after another, working together to summon a powerful airflow.
Bags of food, so numerous that they were almost innumerable, rose into the air from the truck bed and fell slowly like leaves, finally landing in layers on the open space of the immigrant camp.
In just a few moments, a mountain of rice, a mountain of flour, and a mountain of meat appeared in the camp.
Tryndamere touched his stomach and did a simple calculation in his head, wondering how long it would take to finish eating all these things...
"Damn it!" Tryndamere's face darkened. "These Demacians are so... vicious!"
With so much rice and flour, more than 10,000 people would have enough to eat for a month!
After they finish eating the rice and noodles, who knows how many ice tribes will betray Ashe and come here to eat and drink for free.
"What should we do?" The Iceborn warriors all looked at Tryndamere with concern.
"..."Tindamire was in a dilemma.
Ashe's plan to win without fighting seemed to have been cracked by the Demacians' abundant material reserves.
In this case, the best way is to go to war directly and use war to force the Demacians to close their borders and give up accepting immigrants.
But, do we really have to go to war?
If the war breaks out, he won’t be able to eat such delicious bread.
"Ahem..." No, this is not a problem with the bread.
Tryndamere swallowed the last piece of bread in his mouth, and the image of Ashe quickly appeared in his mind.
Ashe doesn't want war. A war with a powerful country like Demacia would greatly deplete the vitality of the Avarosa Alliance.
What's more, they have been staying in this small border camp for days and have not even been to Miyin City. They don't have enough information about the Miyin City garrison.
If they start a war right now, they won't even be able to achieve the effect of internal and external cooperation.
"Wait a little longer." Tryndamere said, "We have to stay dormant for a while longer. At least, we need to get more information."
"And..." He looked at the three mountains in front of him again, the rice mountain, the flour mountain and the meat mountain.
The Iceborn warriors also looked over unconsciously. Even all the Freljord people present looked over.
no way.
These three mountains have an irresistible attraction to the people of Freljord.
In the past, they had only dared to dream of such a mountain of food.
And now, this dream has come true. It turns out that a "tribe" can have so much food that it can be piled up into a mountain, and it is available for everyone to enjoy without distinction.
"This, this must be the last supplies of the Demacians." Tryndamere gritted his teeth and said, "Even if they still have food reserves, they can't be so generous as to feed so many people for free!"
"As long as we persist, we will surely achieve ultimate victory!"
Tryndamere brought out the unremitting spirit of the Iceborne people to fight against heaven and earth, and vowed to fight the insidious and cunning Demacians to the end with his big mouth.
He just didn't believe that these Demacians could support so many immigrants for nothing and how long they would last.
"But..." A quick-witted Iceborn warrior questioned quietly, "Ashe's blood alliance. These Debon people don't seem to be planning to support us for nothing."
"Didn't they say the day before yesterday that they wanted us to work as blacksmiths?"
The various instruments made by Demacia blacksmiths are much more valuable than food.
"If the equipment we build for the Germans is worth more than the food they give us, then aren't we letting them take advantage of us?"
The Iceborn warriors understood the theory of surplus value without any instruction , and looked at Tryndamere with concern.
We agreed to bring down the Demacians.
But the Demacians are using them to make money, so can they still bankrupt them?
Can employees who only receive a basic salary bring down a profitable company?
"That's what you don't understand." Tryndamere smiled wisely.
"Blacksmiths can make money in Demacia. But the Demacians already have many blacksmiths. How many more can they recruit?"
"We have more than 10,000 people here. Can Demacia recruit more than 10,000 blacksmiths at once? Why do they need so many blacksmiths? Do so many people need iron tools? Even if everyone needs them, can so many people afford them?"
Tryndamere also understood the relationship between market supply and demand without any guidance, and deduced that it was impossible for the Demacians to let more than 10,000 people become blacksmiths.
If they don't do high value-added technical professions like blacksmithing, what else should we let them do?
To farm, graze, mine, build roads and bridges?
Can't the Demacians do these things themselves?
You have to know that what Demacia lacks the least is people, not food.
Due to the high level of land annexation and the tremendous pressure brought by years of war, it was already difficult for the poor farmers in Germany to fill their stomachs.
Now they are exchanging their precious food reserves for excess and low-end manpower. Aren’t they really losing out?
"This...Ashe's blood alliance, you are right!" The Iceborn warriors couldn't help but admire Tryndamere's wisdom.
The Demacia giant may seem powerful, but he is just like a mammoth on the ice field, just a huge and bloated prey.
They cut open the flesh and cut it hard, not afraid of not hurting it.
"But..." Some people still murmured, "What if these Demacians really want more than 10,000 of us to become blacksmiths and help them make money? What should we do then?"
"After all, think about it carefully..."
There are tens of millions of people in Demacia, who doesn't need a kitchen knife or an iron pot?
The production capacity of more than 10,000 blacksmiths seems to be fully absorbed by the entire Demacia Kingdom.
"Fool!" said Tryndamere. "I know everyone needs iron."
"But didn't I also say that just because they need it doesn't mean they can afford it? We Freljordians still want to eat bread every day, but can we afford it?"
"Don't forget, iron itself is very expensive!"
As he said, although iron has long been popular among the people of Demacia, it is definitely not a cheap commodity that the poor can buy whenever they want.
Moreover, even if there were so many people who could afford iron, this blue ocean market should have been occupied by the blacksmiths of Demacia long ago.
How come there is suddenly such a huge market demand that can be digested by more than 10,000 Freljord hearthholders?
"There are only two possibilities!" Tryndamere deduced. "One, the Demacians suddenly became rich."
"Second, iron suddenly became worthless, and ironware became affordable for everyone."
"Do you think this is possible?"
"Haha..." Tryndamere's question brought about a burst of relieved laughter.
Yeah, that's simply impossible.
Money will not suddenly fall from the sky, and iron will not suddenly emerge from the ground.
They all knew how to mine, dig, and forge metallurgy. They knew how much work it took to turn a piece of ore into iron, smelt the iron into steel, and forge the steel into usable tools and equipment.
The cost of each of these links cannot be reduced suddenly.
"But..." Someone picked up the chicken bone in his hand and asked thoughtfully, "Didn't these Demacians use that magic called 'Hextech' to make chicken cheaper?"
"Ashe's Blood Alliance, do you think this magic will work on iron as well?"
"This..." Tryndamere's expression froze.
He instinctively wanted to deny this speculation, but this terrible idea lingered in his mind like a nightmare.
Yes, the Demacians are not stupid either.
Are they really just holding on for the sake of strategic goals, being taken advantage of and wasting supplies?
Could it be that they... really have this magic that can change everything?
Tryndamere didn't dare to think further.
And just at this moment...
"Boom--" Another train of trucks spewing thick alchemical smoke came roaring to the gate of the camp.
"Everyone, come and unload the cargo!" Lux and others used the same trick again, summoning a strong wind to unload the cargo.
So, in front of Tryndamere's shocked eyes, a mountain appeared on the open space.
This mountain is not a rice mountain, nor a flour mountain, but...
"Iron Mountain?" Tryndamere opened his mouth in surprise.
Yes, this is a mountain made of steel plates and iron sheets!
"What, what is this?" He grabbed a camp cadre who was passing by in disbelief.
"Iron sheet prefabricated board." The cadre answered casually: "There are more and more people in the camp. We can't let you live in the sheepskin tents you brought with you all the time, right?"
"So we plan to build a semi-permanent immigration camp on the border to provide you with a temporary shelter and to facilitate more Freljord immigrants to settle here in the future."
"What?" Tryndamere was completely confused.
You also plan to build houses for immigrants and attract more Freljord immigrants?
And, most importantly:
"You use iron to build houses?" Looking at the neatly stacked mountain of iron in front of him, Tryndamere's worldview completely collapsed.
"Haha." The cadre just laughed and said, "Iron is not worth much here."
"It's just right to use it to build houses, and it can also absorb excess production capacity."
