After the commotion was over, there was only silence.
The premonition of a dimensional war brought countless troubles to this desolate plain. A series of disturbances arose again and again. Many factions came and went, but in the end, peace was restored.
"If he wants to leave, then let him leave. However, will he really be able to escape …?"
Rorschach could clearly see that in the face of great danger, everyone would flee. Whoever blocked the other's path of escape would instantly become the other's mortal enemy.
However, the loss caused by the departure of the major churches was irreparable.
They had left in too much of a hurry. While leaving behind many of their assets, they had also taken away many of their assets in a simple and crude manner.
In the business world, many brands that were still selling well yesterday suddenly declared bankruptcy today. It turned out that their production chain was lacking in core technology or professionals, and this was impossible to make up for in a short period of time.
In the industrial world, skilled craftsmen and skilled workers would always be the most popular talents. The major churches wouldn't be able to poach them on a large scale. However, whether it was contract kidnapping (if they didn't continue working, they would have to pay a penalty), enticing them with large amounts of money, tempting them with beautiful women, or obtaining a green card from another world, as long as the person was truly valuable, there would always be someone willing to pay a price.
For many important but unknown talents, only their original employers would know of their importance. Only then would they be willing to pay a price that would allow them to abandon their hometown.
Poaching a few key personnel and researchers would be quite a headache. Many research organizations and factories would suddenly stop operations. Even the organizations themselves wouldn't know what they were missing. All they knew was that their operations weren't running smoothly.
They lacked a supplier of raw materials from another world, a technician with amazing skills, a certain company's patented energy conversion technology, or even a super cleaner who would do daily cleaning and maintenance for the production line. All of these factors could cause an entire production chain to completely collapse.
If a factory stopped operations, then all the employees would lose their jobs. This would bring about a dangerous and negative societal effect.
However, Rorschach … no, this city's government couldn't do anything about these factories that had stopped operations.
"How are we supposed to control how they deal with their own assets?"
Not all industries were of high quality. "Colonized" products had always been the idea of selling good products at cheap prices. As people's living standards and desire for consumption increased, many first-generation products and factories were already on the verge of being eliminated.
For such industries, even if they sold them normally, they might not be able to find buyers. Not to mention, they had left in such a hurry.
"It's not worth much even if we take it away. There's no new market for it either. We can't even sell it. It's not worth much either. Let's just leave it here."
Such industries that lacked value and were difficult to relocate were usually low-tech mass production and processing industries, such as textile factories and electrical appliance reprocessing bases. These industries were indeed not worth much, but what they had in common was that they required a lot of manpower. Once the industry was in chaos, there would be mass unemployment …
"… It's too chaotic now. It's not that easy to find a job. However, we can try to give them a recruitment notice."
The opinions of the experts, the approval of the board of directors, and then the overwhelming publicity.
"If one joins the army, his whole family will be honoured!
"Our city, our home, protecting our country, our dream!"
The establishment of the First Army of the Hatley Federation was officially approved. Countless mercenaries and stragglers were accepted into the army. Since the very beginning, it was a rough incorporation. Naturally, they wouldn't mind having too many people.
If they were all Cape Town's warlords and veteran mercenaries to serve as the basic officers and backbone of the army, the city's higher-ups wouldn't be at ease. Taking advantage of the great unemployment to recruit soldiers was also a very good choice.
There was no problem even if they hadn't touched a gun before. In ten years, even a rookie could become a veteran. Not to mention, the people of West Mo were born to be strong fighters. Basically, everyone had a few tricks up their sleeves.
"Don't be afraid of war. No matter if you fear them or ignore them, they will still come. Real men should face them head-on. "
"Think about it. The war will only come ten years later. Even if you're unlucky enough to die in battle, you'll die as a hero ten years later. It's much better than starving to death now. Come join the army. We'll take care of you for at least the next ten years. "
"If we lose, everyone will die. Only if we win can we live. Why don't you take life and death into your own hands?"
"According to the statistics of professionals, civilians have the highest mortality rate in Dimensional War. On the contrary, well-trained professional warriors live the longest."
"No one can guarantee one hundred percent safety. Why don't you get stronger and protect yourself!"
"If the war isn't going well and you need to be transferred, the military's family will be prioritized!"
"If you join now, you'll be an officer ten years later. If you're forced to join ten years later, you'll be cannon fodder!"
All sorts of recruitment slogans that sounded reasonable were posted everywhere. Professional speakers and reputable locals were constantly preaching on various occasions.
Print media, radio stations, and the newly established wireless media were also bombarding the city with all sorts of public opinion.
Reasonable and persuasive propaganda, and the most powerful of all was the actual … free meals!
Large amounts of funds and large churches had fled, causing an unavoidable upheaval in society, creating too many unemployed people. Furthermore, the Seymour people did not have the habit of saving money, so they roasted meat, boiled soup, and distributed porridge at the recruitment office. These were more useful than any great principles.
In less than two weeks, the 1st Legion was stuffed with ninety thousand new soldiers. There wasn't even enough space for them to stay in. New camps were being built overnight outside the city.
Of course, these new soldiers would be repeatedly trained and eliminated. With more than one hundred thousand soldiers, the city wouldn't be able to prepare all sorts of weapons and equipment for them in a short period of time.
On the other hand, the damaged factories, research centers, and service areas were all purchased by the remaining churches and reorganized … Previously, the churches had taken advantage of the situation and purchased everything at the price of cabbages, but now, they were probably as cheap as potatoes. They could easily fill their stomachs with food.
Borrowing these factories, workers, and machines, Vila Nova Dônia's few military factories began expanding. They were large arms dealers that supplied supplies to the army. Now, they all had new owners … Rorschach became the chairman of seventeen military factories in just half a month.
The military factories would definitely be controlled by the government. There was no need to do anything. Rorschach would only be responsible for this part of the industry in name. He didn't have the ability or energy to truly manage it.
However, he had taken a look at the draft in the parliament. It was nothing more than combining the existing resources and using the Mage Country's military technology to build a new batch of military factories. In order to avoid trouble, they would only use the current military factories' outer shells.
To put it bluntly, Rorschach and the board of directors no longer cared about the large churches' technology. They wanted even better technology, technology from the mega empires.
Magic armors, ground combat machines, and battleships were the three major industries in the military industry. The Mage Country had promised to give them the most advanced military technology, and the joint military factories wouldn't hold more than 49% of the shares.
Their sincerity was sincere. The first thing the Hatley Federation did after it was reborn was to suddenly change from a peaceful society of production and consumption to a militarized society.
There were many complaints and gossip, but considering the pressure of dimensional wars, nobody dared to actually stop this.
But at this time, the most important magic armor industry had a disagreement.
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