Chapter 504 503. The Spring of Tumu Dog and the Samoyed’s Unfallen Fortress

"What the hell was this ditch dug? Why is it so different from the map! Didn't you measure it before starting work? Or did you drink too much horse urine last night and you lost your eyes one by one!

This is dereliction of duty!

You're all going to be court-martialed!"

While Murphy and Happy Stick were discussing military affairs at high altitude, on the defense line below, "Samoyelia" wearing a Mason Brotherhood architect uniform was holding a psychically blessed measuring cane and surveying the two men beside him.

The foreman breathed fragrance.

He cursed like an angry lion:

"I don't blame the kobolds for not being able to understand the design drawings, because they have no brains. They can't understand the lines and data, but you guys don't have the brains either? You can't understand it either? I'll give you three hours to fill in this gap.

Dig again!

If you delay the entire construction work, I will definitely send you to the judgment seat with my own hands!"

Under his scolding, the two newly promoted foremen shrank their heads and did not dare to refute. They trotted all the way to summon kobold workers to dig again amidst his scolding.

The kobolds have no complaints about this.

Anyway, they like to dig trenches, and now they only need to keep digging trenches to eat and even get candles. This is simply the most perfect life.

Rework is not a problem for their poor intelligence, but the human workers working with the kobolds can't stand it. They clamored to ask the Samoyed for an explanation but were stopped by the foremen.

Although Samoyelia has been in Transia for less than a month, the name of this "Grand Overseer" is already "well-known" within the Masons' Brotherhood.

Different from the dust collectors and brick movers who have rich theoretical experience but poor practical skills, Samoyelia has been doing civil engineering for more than ten years in reality. He is one of the most proud disciples of Lao Chentou. Not only can he

As a supervisor, I can also lay walls and plaster. Not only is I rich in experience, but I also have a series of professional certificates. I also have rich experience in management positions.

I have actually participated in the construction of a cross-river bridge, and I can say that I have a rich professional resume.

On the third day he came to the Masonic Brotherhood, he "uncovered" a small gang that colluded with internal and external parties to sell construction materials. Several foremen involved are still working hard in the mines of the Dark Barony, and several people who assisted them in reselling materials

This guy with unclean hands and feet has been hanged on the gallows outside Scarlet Castle by the militia commander Mr. Portman himself.

If the local foremen can use their experience to deceive the dustmen and brick movers, then in the eyes of Samoyeds, their little tricks are no different than children playing house.

Rumor has it that this powerful overseer already has "dirty information" on all the foremen, and he is just waiting for them to make mistakes and punish them.

This also gave rise to the nickname "Devil Overseer" of the Samoyed.

The most surprising thing is that this nickname was not given by the players, but was the "honorable title" that the local foremen discussed privately. When this news reached Samoyed's ears, the middle-aged man not only did not get angry but happily accepted it.

Samoyelia didn't care about the fear in the eyes of the workers around her.

He held the drawing in one hand and a measuring cane in the other to activate the simple techniques on it to judge whether the currently excavated foundation met the standards. He was very serious about his work, even more serious than the project he was responsible for in reality.

This is all because the bunker currently under construction was all designed and constructed by him. Not only that, but the ground and underground designs of the surrounding fortresses were also completed by him with reference to World War I cases.

"Brother Samo, new workers have arrived. I'm looking for you over at the camp to sign for them."

Just when Samoyelia finished measuring the foundation and was about to check the quality of cement mixing, "Blood-stained Holy Spear Marcus" who ran over on horseback shouted:

"There is also a strange dwarf who came with us. He claims to be the priest of the Temple of Gaia. He was invited by Marshal Dwarf to consecrate our position!"

"Keep it open! When this defense line was excavated, my juniors had already let go of the cannons and worshiped God. Now this step is called reinforcement."

Samoyed rolled up the drawing and tucked it under his arm, quickly stepped forward and mounted his horse. While following Marcus toward the labor camp, he checked the construction progress around him and took out a dry bread stuffing from his horse pocket.

Take it into your mouth to replenish your hunger.

This attentive look made Marcus speechless.

He originally thought that the RP party was serious enough, but compared with this "devil overseer", they were as relaxed as if they were traveling.

"I said, Brother Samo, there is no need to go to this point."

Marcus, the blood-stained holy spear, is a young man. He whispered to Samoyed, who was at least one step older than him:

"You give the NPC the drawings, and they will take care of the rest. There is no need for you to keep an eye here. The Maginot Line is so big, you can't go to every construction site, right? This is no better than going to work.

Still tired?

We are playing a game, you have to find some fun for yourself."

"Shit! If you don't keep an eye here, those guys will be lazy."

Samoyelia shook her head and said:

"In comparison, although the kobolds are stupid, they are more obedient. If they were not too stupid to understand the design drawings, I would have the heart to promote a few foremen among the kobolds. And Brother Ma"

"Just call me 'Xiao Ma'. Brother Samo, you are the senior, hehe."

Marcus said something hastily, Samoyed shrugged and said:

"Okay, Pony, you may have to fight to have fun when playing games, but I'm different. I walked on the construction site and watched the bunkers and defense lines I designed by myself go up bit by bit. This is very important for architecture.

For teachers, it is an uncontrollable interest and satisfaction.

Is it as interesting to build Xiaomi villas and office buildings for big bosses outside as to build military defense lines with tens of thousands of people here?"

He laughed and said with great enthusiasm:

"To be honest, I can't wait to see those jackals come over and smash their heads to pieces in front of the defense line I personally designed. Ah, what a wonderful scene that will be."

"Oh, I understand, you must be a serious tower defense player."

Marcus winked and said:

"You just like to watch the tower you designed kill those guys who are snatching carrots, right?"

"Hey, you are really a talent."

Samoyed did not deny it, snorted and said:

"Besides, the brothers will have to fight the Jackals in this line of defense later. If I can't confirm that everything here is progressing according to plan, wouldn't I personally send the brothers into a desperate situation? It doesn't matter if I'm tired now, I will win a big victory later.

I have a share of the credit.

Unlike old Chen Tou and his two junior students who like to build cities, I, I just like the work of a 'war architect'.

Wherever the black disaster has arrived now, wherever our army sweeps across in the future, my fortress will be built there!"

"Awesome! Brother, you are my idol."

Marcus kept giving thumbs up and complimenting him, but as he approached the camp, he secretly rode to the side.

Samoyelia curiously took out her telescope and looked in the direction Marcus left, and was shocked to find that the guy was chatting side by side with a Yankee cavalry second lieutenant and looking around.

That's a "Yankee hairy girl" with a slim waist, long legs and a fierce personality!

If Samoyed remembered correctly, the cavalry lieutenant should be one of the commanders of the 100 palace sword guards under the Earl of Baishan. She and her ten-man team were sent by the Earl of Baishan to the labor camp to maintain order.

This girl has a very nice name called "Misha", and she especially likes to secretly find "Alien Oden" and "Flying Wine" in the labor canteen to beat her teeth.

"Ah, you are indeed a young man, and your wife can't walk when you see the paper figurine."

The Samoyed put an aunt's smile on his face, put the telescope back hehehe, touched his slightly bald head, and said to himself:

"That is to say, I have passed that restless age, otherwise I would have to be severely corrupted here? I have thousands of people under my command now, and I am a senior bureaucrat at this level.

Tsk tsk, I'm used to saying the same thing here, but it's really hard to be a grandchild in a shabby office of a real company.

If I didn't have a big family to support, I would have quit my job long ago."

With such complaints, Samoyed rode back to the labor camp he managed. When he entered the door, the four sentries on guard raised their guns and saluted him, and the three secretaries in charge of the labor camp also came over.

Reporting.

However, there were urgent matters to deal with at the moment. Samoyed dismissed the group of people surrounding him, adjusted his architect uniform, and walked into the camp office holding a measuring cane.

When I met him, I saw a short man standing on a chair, carefully examining the Maginot Line design drawings held down by large pieces of glass on the table.

"Hey! This is a military secret! Once you see it, don't even think about leaving."

Samoyelia roared.

The Calculation Orb translated his language and emotions into Transian language vividly, and the dwarf priest who was looking at the design blueprint raised his head, rolled his eyes and complained:

"I was sent here to stay for at least half a year! What's wrong with looking at your picture? Besides, how can I know which buildings to add earth blessing to without looking at the picture! You humans are stupid, you drew this picture

?

Humph, it’s barely comparable to the ten-year apprenticeship level of our Temple of Gaia. Come on, come on, explain to me what the marks on this picture are for?

Why do you design the drainage system of underground facilities in this way?

How does the ventilation system ensure its operation?

How can we ensure the strength of the main building with at least five floors of space underground and partitioning it into such a complex structure?"

"grass!"

The Samoyed was speechless after receiving a wave of backlash. He thought to himself that these dwarves were riding horses like firecrackers and would explode at the first sign.

However, this guy wearing a khaki priest robe, a big beard, and strange tattoos on his forehead and cheeks was quite capable, and all the questions he asked were on point.

The Samoyed stepped forward and pointed at the design drawings to explain a few words to the dwarf. The latter listened and thought. After a while, he took out a special marker pen and drew a few strokes on the glass in front of him and said:

"These places must be reinforced with the Blessing of the Earth, otherwise once the gnolls use the spell of turning fossils into mud, your fortress will completely collapse.
To be continued...