Chapter 164 Refugee 1
In the village of Kas, close to the southern border of Arda, the atmosphere today was extremely tense.
On the road south of the village, several roadblocks made of wooden fences were placed in succession, blocking the road tightly.
Makarov, who has been promoted to sergeant, led a hundred militiamen to form a cordon and stood ready facing the south.
Today is the day when the refugees arrive, and the staff ordered them to line up here to "welcome".
However, their welcome method was a bit special. Many people were holding swords, guns, swords and spears, and those without weapons also held farm tools such as pitchforks and iron drafts.
Everyone had a sullen face, as if they were about to fight.
There were several tents set up at the entrance of the wooden fence, with tables and chairs inside. In each tent were two people who were fully clothed and wearing large masks. His hands were all covered with gloves, and his eyes were exposed all over his body.
"Please cheer up when the refugees come!"
Sergeant Makarov shouted at the militiamen.
"Remember, be serious! Try to look as scary as possible. Make sure they are afraid of you and give them a strong sense of psychological oppression."
"Don't make them feel I’m here to enjoy the illusion!”
The militiamen shouted in unison: “Yes, sir!”
After hearing this, Very speechless: "Is this necessary? Those outsiders have suffered from war and are displaced. Shouldn't we give them the warmth of family?"
She and her teacher, Doctor Ward, and others Several doctors who participated in "medical training" together in Huxin Town were recruited by the Government Affairs Council and sent here to "quarantine" the refugees.
Her tent was dedicated to examining women, while her teacher examined men in another tent.
A militiaman ran over from the south road.
"Report, Sergeant Makarov!"
After standing still, he saluted and said: "The refugees are coming."
Makarov raised his hand Yang: "Pay attention!"
Soon on the road leading to the south, a large group of people appeared in everyone's sight. They should be the refugees received by the Government Affairs Council in the south.
As they got closer and closer, the militiamen saw clearly the appearance of these refugees. What kind of people they were. They were thin and shabby, and their clothes were ragged. They were poorer than the beggars in Northwest Bay.
A few men on horseback ran out from the refugee group. They rushed to the roadblock and saluted Makarov with a military salute.
"Sergeant, these people will be handed over to you first. We have to return to Lake Town to recover. This is the first batch, a total of 357 people."
Makarov said to They responded: "Don't worry, we will strictly control the situation here."
These men on horseback were from the Internal Guard. This time they went south with Hansel. They were responsible for guiding the refugees to the Northwest Bay, handling customs clearance procedures in the territories along the way, and trying not to let the refugees starve to death on the way.
After the handover was completed, they bypassed the roadblock and continued north.
Makarov ordered to the militiamen: "Go and line up the refugees according to the previous groups."
"Yes!"
Half of the militiamen They were divided into five teams and rushed towards the crowd in the south.
When the refugees saw a large group of people who were armed with swords, guns and clubs running towards them, they suddenly became frightened and frightened, stopped and whispered to each other in confusion.
“Listen to me!”
Jos, the militiaman, showed what he thought was the most terrifying expression and yelled at the refugees with a “ferocious look”: “You all line up in a column now, Have you seen the entrance to the wooden fence in front? Once you get there, go to the tent designated by the sentry. No rushing or disturbing the formation."
Maybe these southern refugees are here. In their eyes, Jos' northwest accent coupled with his "ferocious" look was a bit funny. Some of them not only were not shocked, but burst out laughing.
Jos looked depressed, and several other militiamen immediately took out their whips and swung them hard at the laughing refugees.
"You're laughing! If you laugh again, I'll beat you to death, you foreigner."
"Ouch! Please forgive me, sir!"
The refugees who were beaten all begged for mercy. After some threats of whips, the refugees became honest.
However, it was not easy to get them to line up. It took the militiamen a long time to form a column.
The column moved on and came to the roadblock.
The militiamen guarding the roadblock spared six people and drove them into six tents respectively.
The refugees who continued to wait suddenly smelled a fragrant aroma that made their index fingers tick. Looking along the scent, they saw a large pot burning in a big tent on the other side of the roadblock, and it was steaming hot. The steam seems to be cooking something.
“There is something to eat! There is something to eat!”
“Food! It’s real food!”
The news spread quickly, and the refugee team was suddenly in chaos. There was a lot of noise, and many people ran from the back to the front of the team. .
The fragrance that wafted over was much better than the messy things they used to satisfy their hunger on the road. The adults who led them on the way were only responsible for preventing them from starving to death.
"What are you doing? What are you doing? Don't you know you have to line up?"
The militiamen ran over, shouting loudly, and waving their whips at those who were running around, trying to restore order.
"My lords, please give us a bite of food first!"
Jos blocked the entrance with his body and shouted loudly: "Get in line, and as long as the doctor checks your body, you will have food."
But his voice was quickly drowned out by the noise of the refugees. middle.
"Sir, we have been eating pig food for nearly half a month. No, even pigs will not eat those things."
"Yes, and only a little bit every day Son, we are all starving to death.”
More and more refugees gathered in front of the roadblock, and many people began to try to climb over the roadblock.
Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Makarov shouted: "Everyone is here! Prepare!"
There were 50 militiamen standing beside him, each holding a long wooden stick with the front end of the stick Wrap in thick cloth.
The militiamen stood neatly in three rows. After hearing the sergeant's order, they immediately flattened the wooden sticks in their hands. The people in the second and third rows passed through the gap between the teammates in front of them. The stick stretched forward.
Makarov gave the order: "Attack!"
They started running quickly, and the wooden sticks in their hands quickly stabbed the refugees.
The refugees near the roadblock were caught off guard and were stabbed down in large numbers.
For a while, the sound of crying for father and mother could not be heard.
The militiamen turned around and pointed their sticks at the remaining refugees who were already petrified.
"Old... Master, have mercy on me!"
The man at the front knelt down and begged for mercy.
With one leader taking the lead, the people behind also knelt down.
Makarov came to stand in front of them. He was tall and had his hands behind his back, and the muscles on his face were tense.
Unlike the militiamen, the sergeant had personally killed a large number of pirates, and his whole person exuded a chilling aura.
He glanced at the unlucky ones who were still groaning on the ground.
“Restore formation within 10 minutes!”
"Everyone who was at the roadblock just now should queue up at the end of the line!"
The sergeant's terrifying voice struck everyone's eardrums hard.
(End of this chapter)