Chapter 222 Autumn Dusk Island High-tech Industrial Zone
After walking around several blocks, Horn was quickly recognized by the subjects of the Papal States.

Horn did not try to hide anything. He simply took off his hood and turned his secret visit into an open one. While promoting conscription, he also visited the people to investigate their conditions.

Horn gave impromptu speeches in each of the ten newly built neighborhoods and met with the ten heads of households at the bottom.

As for the subjects of the Papal States who were still living in ruins and tents, he visited them randomly, asked their names and family situations, and gave them some encouragement.

This was an old trick that was used so often in Horn's hometown, but it worked wonders here.

Without saying a word, Horn moved a group of refugees, young and old, so much that some people who originally did not plan to enlist started to enlist.

After bidding farewell to the reluctant laborer's family, Horn mounted his horse again and looked at the several blocks lined up along the road in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh.

After His Holiness the Pope personally acknowledged the conscription policy, the original concerns were largely dispelled.

The conscription, which was originally expected to be completed in three days, was estimated to be completed in less than two days, and even a large number of reserve soldiers were registered.

However, after the number of conscripts and reserve soldiers has reached the maximum, there is still one thing missing if they want to be able to officially go to the battlefield, and that is weapons and armor.

This problem cannot be solved in the residential area where they are now. They have to go to the high-tech industrial zone outside the ruins of the town.

At Horn's request, Witte divided the town into four areas: a residential area near the Pala River, a high-tech industrial area west of the residential area, an administrative area in the center of the town, and a commercial area at the dock in the east.

This is the first phase of the three-year plan, while the second phase of the five-year plan will require the addition of green areas and high-end residential areas.

The industrial zone is located in the lower reaches of the Para River, which is convenient for sewage discharge and ship navigation and shipment.

When Horn arrived at the high-tech industrial zone, the workers had built a simple road on the land that was originally overgrown with weeds and muddy.

In front of the industrial park, there is a circle of half-person-high fence, and in front of the fence there is a sign to inform visitors of the ownership of this place - this is an industrial park under the jurisdiction of the Holy Casting Department, and outsiders are not allowed to enter.

It is called a high-tech industrial park, but judging from the scene Horn saw while riding on his horse, it can only be described as extremely shabby.

The park is full of dilapidated brick-walled sheds, the smallest of which is only one or two hundred square meters, and the largest of which covers no more than an acre of land.

There were only seven or eight people working in each shed. The only larger one was the textile workshop, where dozens of female textile workers were weaving cloth on wooden pedals.

The wheels of these wooden looms are wrapped with wool and rotate under the drive of belts as the weavers continue to pedal.

After weaving the cloth, they immediately put the cloth into a rattan basket on the side. After a while, someone would take the rattan basket away and put an empty basket in its original place.

The woolen cloths in the wicker baskets were placed on a long table made up of several tables. From the front to the back, people were cutting, sorting, and sewing them into finished garments.

This assembly line model had been used when Horn was still on the Arduous March, and now it was just being picked up again.

After standing at the door and watching for a while, Horn discovered that the movements of the textile workers seemed to be disordered and the error rate increased a lot, so he could only chuckle and leave from the door.

"Go and call the supervisor of the textile workshop." Horn said to the child soldiers around him.

Standing in front of the workshop, Horn looked around aimlessly.

The entire industrial park has no more than 300 people in total, and there are four industries: furniture manufacturing, textile processing, alchemy and arms manufacturing.

The alchemical industry mainly consists of mortar workshops, while peat production is located in the foothills where the beastmen live.

As for furniture manufacturing, it is to produce the most basic furniture for the subjects of the Papal States, namely tables, chairs, beds, cabinets, doors, windows and floors.

This is a commodity in great demand, and these four groups of thirty-five carpenters are busy from morning till night every day to meet the demand.

The furniture workshop actually relies on the sawmill built near the Wild Spider Forest, and the furniture workshop is also in short supply of the sawmill.

But according to the outpost in the Wild Spider Forest, two more lumberjacks were attacked by giant spiders in the past two or three days. If we want to expand production, we may have to fight the giant spiders first. As for weapon manufacturing, it includes iron smelting, forging and assembling gun heads, mountain copper workshops, and clockwork gun assembly workshops.

The number of people working in the ordnance workshop accounts for one third of the entire industrial park, nearly one hundred people.

"Your Majesty..."

"Haze? What happened to your hand?" Horn was stunned when he saw Haze, who was missing his left arm and left eye. "Are you the supervisor of the textile workshop?"

This Heiz was one of the first ten household heads, and his status was similar to that of Jeshkabusak at that time.

However, his talents and character are average, and he often makes mistakes. Now, Jeshka has become a senior leader of the Salvation Army, and Busak has become a bishop. He is still a head of ten households, and was promoted after the bloody battle of Jeanne d'Arc.

Haze forced a smile. "When I was in Jeanne d'Arc, a knight attacked me and I raised my hand to block it... Anyway, later, Lord Madeleine transferred me to the Holy Casting Department to manage the textile workshop."

"...Well." Horn didn't know what to say. He stepped forward and patted Haze on the shoulder. "What happened yesterday is like yesterday's death. If you can do your current job well, you will get a promotion if you deserve it, and a raise if you deserve it."

Haze nodded slightly, but his expression was gloomy and he lacked a lot of fighting spirit compared to before.

Looking at his expression, Horn knew that he had lost his ambition and probably just wanted to stay in this position for the rest of his life, not seeking to make achievements but only to avoid mistakes.

He cannot interfere with personal choices, and he does not have the time or energy to interfere.

"I asked you to make 20 sets of Salvation Army uniforms. Have you done it?"

Haze turned and waved to the servant behind him, and soon someone brought over four types of Salvation Army uniforms: extra large, large, medium, and small.

Horn called a guard over and asked him to try it on as a model.

This type of military uniform is very similar to the later coats, with a lapel, a center opening, and spindle-shaped buttons.

The hem drops to just above the knee, and the two long, wrist-length cuffs allow for adjustable sleeve length.

A red shoulder strap was draped over the left shoulder, which secured the wide diagonal shoulder strap that held the wooden barrel for the iron sand projectiles.

The bottom of the khaki linen breeches on the lower body are tied tightly with leggings, and the trouser legs are tucked into stockings and leather boots.

Soon, the ten guards changed into brown and black military uniforms and stood in a row in front of Horn.

The soldiers from the old camp were in neat formation, with a murderous ferocity in their eyes. Combined with the reddish black color, it was chilling just to see them standing there.

"Damn it, this is so awesome." Du Valon, who was following Horn, murmured.

"Your Majesty, what do you think?"

"Not bad." Horn reached out and touched the fabric of the military uniform. This tweed cloth felt a bit rough and heavy, but it was just right for the soldiers undergoing combat training in winter and spring.

"How about this? I'll assign you 4000 people. Can you produce sets in one and a half months?"

"4000 sets?" Even though Haze was lying flat on his back, he was still shocked. "Your Majesty, our daily output is only 10 to 20 sets, and that's based on the ready-made woolen cloth.

Even if we add 200 more people and bring in new fabrics, we can only double the production by 40 sets at best, but we can’t even produce 45 sets in 2000 days.”

Horn didn't say anything after hearing this. He just took out a patent leather notebook and wrote two notes: "It doesn't matter. You try your best to organize production first. I will find a way to increase the output."

After explaining the work of the textile workers to Haze, Horn put away his patent leather notebook, but he caught a glimpse of several people walking towards him at the end of the road.

"Okay, now that we've finished the appetizers, it's time to look at the main course." Horn turned around and smiled at Hemodine and Pasrick.

(End of this chapter)