However, ethnic strength must be comprehensively evaluated through all aspects. The most direct part is the material of productivity and average output.

After all, Shi Xin has more knowledge than Shi Quan and has richer experience. If a piece of dragon silver coin has such high purchasing power, it means that His Highness the Regent is not a miser, but a generous and generous superior.

The strength of the Dragon Clan can be seen from the currency itself. No one is a natural economist. Shi Xin actually has no knowledge in this regard. But he is an eyewitness and witnessed the entire process of the collapse of the credit of the Lion Clan tokens. The stability and order within the current lion Clan are largely due to the invasion of the white people in the south, forcing senior officials including the Lion King to give up their interests and work together to the outside world. Shi Xin could not know the Lion King’s true thoughts, but he could vaguely guess the helplessness and anger of the Lion King in being forced to use gold and silver to stabilize the morale of the army. More importantly, the Lion King has no choice.

By the way, Shi Xin once again saw what Aping said in his mind——I only marry men of the same clan.

"A Quan, if... I mean, if we join the Dragon Clan, what do you think?" Shi Xin did not use a positive tone directly, but carefully tested.

"Join the Dragon Clan? How could you have this kind of thought?" Shi Quan was stunned.

"I just think there is such a possibility." Shi Xinyi was serious. His face was full of foresight that only wise men could have, and he pretended to be like a charlatan: "This war has changed a lot. I think the alliance of the three tribes is very likely to become a reality after the war is over, that is, the lion, dragon and tiger tribe merge into one, and they will never distinguish each other again."

Shi Quan suddenly became interested: "I would have done this. To be honest, we have had frequent contact with the Dragon Clan people during this period, and many soldiers below envied their food and treatment. They had free clothes, houses, and could also get rewards of varying degrees based on their personal military merits... Ah Xin, being a soldier in the Dragon Clan is much more comfortable than our Lion Clan. They have nothing to have, and they can enjoy the privileges that ordinary people do not have."

"Let's wait and see before talking!" Shi Xin did not react immediately. He lowered his voice and said, "War first and get along with the Dragon Clan. The injury on my leg is not serious. I guess I will stand up after a few more days. At that time, I will contact several other commanders and discuss it together."

The teacher nodded with all his heart.

The two of them laughed at the same time.

...

The main force of the Porcelain Kingdom collapsed completely, and the entire camp was comparable to the disaster scene after the earthquake. There were messy abandons everywhere, and the bodies were half hidden between the soil. The ice water that had just melted in the early spring sun was rejected by the soil because they had absorbed human blood and became soft and muddy. When they stepped on it, a large piece of dark red dirty liquid immediately oozed out of the soles of the shoe.

Shi Rui did not delay for a second. He immediately sent a large number of entourage members to the camp to count and organize the mountains of spoils.

Because it was winter combat, Marquis Elken carried a large number of clothes with his army. The textile technology of the whites in the south was advanced, surpassing the deer tribe decades ago, and to some extent even reached the standard of Tianhao Duo spinning loom. Although the steam engine was not developed, the multi-layered foot-type technology has long been widely used, and large textile workshops with thousands of workers have appeared in many large cities.

All of this provided a material basis for the army of the Gorebre Kingdom. Their soldiers wore cotton coats, were not afraid of the cold, and even were equipped with thick gloves and cotton socks, including scarves and ear-covered cotton hats.

Looking at the "Clothed Mountain" in front of me, which was more than ten meters high and covered with tarp-proof cloth, the Great Master and all the lion officials in charge of logistics were amazed. In their impression, the short-sized white southerners have always been a laughing stock. Although they have advanced muskets and artillery and have been continuously launching wars for thousands of years to conquer the northern continent, the barbarians who have an absolute advantage in height have always been despised by them.

Several soldiers used long poles to lift the oil cloth, and strode over, asking their subordinates to pull out a bundle from the stack of clothes that emitted the unique smell of textiles. Unlocked the sealing rope tightly trapped on the surface, picked up a cotton coat, pulled both sides with both hands and shook it away, and frowned immediately.

The color of this dress is between golden and yellow, which looks less bright and conspicuous, but very dirty. It is very authentic in workmanship. The sewing grid used to lock cotton is about one inch apart, and it is densely packed with stitches. Even with a picky look, there is nothing to say about this. After all, the materials and handicrafts are excellent and are truly high-quality products.

The problem is... this cotton coat is too small. With the tall and burly figure of the lion warrior, he can't wear it at all.

"Come here." Wu Kuan raised his hand and pointed at the adjutant standing on the side, putting the cotton coat in his hand horizontally on the other party's shoulder. It would be fine if he didn't show off. As soon as the clothes were put on, everyone around him laughed.

The clothes were too small, and compared to the adjutant who was more than three meters tall, they were simply children's toys. The scene looked funny and I couldn't help but laugh.

"What a pity." After laughing, Wu Kuang frowned even deeper. He liked this kind of cotton coat very much. He felt extremely soft and comfortable when he stroked his hands, but unfortunately he couldn't wear it. Just like seeing a beautiful woman, she suddenly felt unprecedented love, and she had to do everything she could to chase her. When she finally got drunk, she wanted to do whatever she wanted, an ID card slipped from the drunk woman's pocket. The date marked on it indicated that she was underage and was only twelve years old.

Wukuan was a little unhappy. He clenched the cotton coat he held in his hand tightly, looked up at the quilt stacks in the distance, and asked seriously: "Is all the seized clothes like this?"

The adjutant owed beside him and replied respectfully: "Report to the national master, yes."

Wu Kuan had a cold face and handed the cotton coat to a follower beside him. Without saying a word, he turned around and walked straight to another quilt warehouse located in the winter of the camp.

According to the counting people, there were large numbers of quilts piled up there.

It’s all the fault of those damn Southern dwarves... OK! Even if they can’t wear clothes and pants, their quilts can always be covered!

With this idea, Wu Kuan walked into the warehouse a few minutes later and happened to see several soldiers unfolding a quilt and talking about it.

"This thing is too short to use."

"You have to understand that this is not their fault. When the gods created humans, they decided that all white people were shorts. Clothes and quilts that fit our size were too big for them."

"Hell, this is not what I want."

Wukuan's brows frowned again, as if the knife was carved with stripes there.

Although he has been mentally prepared to "the size of the quilt is also not enough", the scene he saw in front of him still makes Wuqun's mood continue to get worse.

It’s not that the size is not enough, but that the size is too small. At most, the quilt can only cover the waist of the lion warrior and cannot generate its true value.

The adjutant, who knew his intentions, came close and whispered: "Master, I think the white people's supplies are not all waste, they can be renovated and used. Quilts can be put together, two or four beds into one bed. The same is true for clothes and pants. Cut them open and sew them again according to the height of our soldiers. This is not far from Roaring City, and it can be transported back in a few days. The women in the city have nothing to do this winter, so they can practice their hands. His Majesty issued an edict that the sewing female workers can get the cut off quilts as rewards. There is cotton in it, which is also a lot of money."

Wukuan nodded slowly with a gloomy face. Even if the adjutant didn't say it, he understood the truth. There is no doubt that according to the standards of the northern barbarians, all these white men's clothes can be listed as waste. It is not impossible to use them again, but it will inevitably cause great waste. Taking clothes as an example, it would be great to be able to form one of five pieces. After all, this is not a summer dress with thin materials and easy to cut, but a winter dress filled with a lot of cotton in the middle.

If it is to save costs, you can also cut it along the seams of the cotton coat to separate the fabric from the cotton. However, it takes a lot of time and manpower to do so, and from all aspects of the needs, it is not worth the cost.

It would be fine if there were a small number, but at most, it would be a waste. All the quilts were crushed and crushed into flocs, and put them in new fabrics to fill them with them. However, the counts were shocking: 800,000 sets of standard cotton clothes and pants, 1 million quilts, 800,000 pieces of shirts, and more than two million cotton socks and gloves.

Although the Kingdom of Prague Flower has not entered the true industrialization era, it has already had the stage of assembly line operation. The complete sets of products in the weaving workshop are produced very fast and have amazing efficiency. These materials seem to be a lot, but considering the huge population base of hundreds of millions of dollars in the Kingdom of Prague Flower, apart from transportation issues, neither raw materials nor production costs are actually of much.

Wukuan couldn't help feeling upset.

The Lion Clan is responsible for all the food supply of the three clan coalition forces, so when it comes to the issue of seizing and distribution of spoils, Tianhao and Hu Yaoxian both seemed to be quite tolerant and gave the Lion King the largest share. On the one hand, considering their cooperation, and on the other hand, it is also limited by the situation. Tianhao and Hu Yaoxian must lead their troops to pursue the defeated white people, and in addition, this is actually the territory of the Lion Clan... Based on all factors, it is best to leave this batch of spoils to the Lion Clan for handling.

Wukuan's gloomy face was as cold as ice. He cursed the damn Dragon Clan Regent and the Tiger King in his heart countless times: they must have made such a decision because they had planned it for a long time... Yes, they must have known that these things were worthless, so they gave up and made personal favors for nothing.

The white people left behind a large amount of food and fodder. Whether flour or rice, they all belonged to the lion clan. Neither Tianhao nor Hu Yaoxian had any objections to this. They were also not interested in the white people's weapons and armor, but just asked the lion king to collect the gunpowder scattered in the camp as soon as possible and hand it over to the transportation team to send it to the front line as soon as possible.

The Dragon Clan has long developed nitroglycerin, and according to the Norse formula in the civilization era, it stabilizes the liquid explosives with the powerful adsorption effect of diatomaceous earth. Considering that the intensity of the battle will only become stronger and stronger, the demand for gunpowder and explosives will also increase at the same time. Based on the principle of using the fullest amount of things, this batch of gunpowder has also been included in the list of war materials and is jointly used by the coalition forces of the three tribes.

Overall, all the spoils seized in this battle are only the big names that belong to the lion clan.

But they are all unusable waste.

Just when Wukuan was filled with anger and could not be cured, a Lion Clan commander hurriedly came from the door of the warehouse. He knelt on one knee in front of Wukuan: "Report to the great national master, the dragon national master is asking for a visit."

Wu Kuan felt very surprised, and Wu Qi's figure subconsciously flashed through his mind. He pondered for a moment and nodded slightly: "Take him in!"

Wu, wearing a military uniform of the Dragon Clan, looked very energetic. As soon as he met, he saluted Wu Kuang respectfully. This humble attitude made Wu Kuang feel much better and smiled on his face.

"Don't do this, you are also a national teacher, and you don't need such etiquette between you and me." Although they were kind words, Wu Kuan's self-esteem was greatly satisfied.

"Where is where, I am the junior of the great master, so it should be like this." Wu Qi's smile was very sunny, and he had always been good at speaking. This was the result of the old priest's years of training. Although he had passed away, he was relieved to see his son finally grew up and shoulder the responsibilities that a witch performer should have.

"Is there anything wrong with the National Master in a hurry to find me?" Wu Kuang always believed that Wu and his real identity were the National Master of the Dragon Clan, which was equivalent to his position. Although Tianhao's title was "Minister of Internal Affairs and Education", in Wu Kuang's opinion, there was no difference between the two.

Wu Qi smiled and said, "When His Highness the Regent left, he specifically told me to come here at this time and discuss a business with the National Master."

Wu Kuan was slightly stunned: "What business?"

Wu Qi raised his hand and pointed at the mountains of quilts in the warehouse: "Do you sell these things?"

Including Wukuan, all the Lion tribes present were stunned.

Immediately, many people began to whisper and whisper.

"I heard it right, he actually wants to buy this?"

"I have seen that person. He is the great master of the Dragon Clan."

"We are worried about these things. Now, someone is willing to take over, and there is nothing better than this."

"Shh, whisper, let's hear what the Dragon tribe said first."

Wuqu adjusted his mind for a while, suppressed his heart, whose beating speed was significantly accelerating, and made his tone sound as stable as usual: "According to the three clan agreement, these covers are the spoils of our lion clan."
Chapter completed!