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In the No. 7 refugee camp of Pinghe Prefecture, ragged refugees gathered in the contiguous shacks.
A considerable part of these refugees are people living in the city of Saint Lei and the surrounding villages and towns within the territory of the Holy See.
However, a few days ago, the church guards of the Holy See suddenly broke into their villages and towns and forcibly drove them out of their homes.
They were suddenly driven out of their homes, and all their cattle, sheep, livestock and property were confiscated by the cathars.
The cathars also gave them a stern warning, ordering them to leave the territory of the Holy See within three months, otherwise they will be killed without mercy!
These people who were suddenly driven out of their homes were also panicked. They were penniless and unable to return to their familiar homes, so they could only gather near the border of the Far Eastern Empire.
Due to the lack of sufficient food, many old people such as women and children died directly in the border area, and there were dead bodies everywhere in the woods, ditches and roadsides.
Many people ventured into the Far East Empire, and they heard some of the benefits of the Far East Empire from those merchants.
But what made them desperate was that although some people ventured into the Far Eastern Empire, they were soon captured by the Far Eastern Empire's army, and their lives and deaths were unknown.
Because as far as the Far Eastern Empire is concerned, although these people have the blood of the Far Eastern people, they are members of the Holy See, and naturally they will not allow unauthorized entry.
These people who were expelled from their homes suddenly discovered that the world is so big that they have no place to stand.
Fortunately, the emperor of the Far East Empire, Chen Ziang, was kind, and soon passed down a decree to accommodate the refugees gathered at the border.
It was precisely because of the shelter of the Far East Empire that these displaced people were able to find a temporary shelter in Pinghe Mansion, the province in the middle of the cloud.
The Lord of the Town, Li Lang, has ordered the construction of many refugee camps in the territory of Pinghe Prefecture, and allocated food to relieve these refugees who are starved of food.
Although each refugee can only receive a bowl of porridge every day, it is much easier than the days of eating weeds a few days ago.
It's just that they are now only living in the Far East Empire as refugees, and cannot enjoy the same living conditions as the people in the Far East.
These refugees can't even leave the refugee camp for ten miles. Once they leave, they will be treated as enemies and killed without mercy.
These refugees gathered in the refugee camps. They felt that their future was still in a fog that could not be seen clearly, and they didn't know what their fate would be. They could only endure day by day.
At least in the refugee camp they can get a bowl of porridge to drink every day. If they want to go outside, they may have starved to death like those people on the border.
"Father, mother, get up and drink porridge soon."
In a shack built with thatch, a simple peasant youth entered with three bowls of porridge and greeted two tired old people.
This young farmer is called Pan Changshou, and he is a commoner in a village outside the city of Shenglei, the Holy See. He has made a living by farming for generations.
Like many people in the surrounding area of ??St. Lei City, he was expelled from his homeland by the cathars and became a refugee ever since.
Later, he was fortunate enough to be taken in by the Far East Empire, and was temporarily placed in the No. 7 refugee camp in Pinghe Prefecture.
"Longevity, you can keep these porridges for drinking. If we can't do it, we won't waste food."
Seeing the steaming hot gruel, the extremely weak old man swallowed, and said to Pan Changshou.
"Father, what are you talking about? You just feel cold occasionally. Drink this hot porridge and you'll be fine tomorrow." Pan Changshou felt distressed when he saw his frail parents.
After they were expelled from their homes, they suddenly lost everything, and their parents, who had been hit hard, couldn't afford to get sick.
If it weren't for Pan Changshou's care along the way, his parents might have died on the way to escape.
"Longevity, you have to live a good life, and you can't let my Pan family lose their incense."
Pan Changshou's father insisted not to drink porridge, but let Pan Changshou drink it, because it was the only hope for their family.
The two of them fell ill, and they felt that they were dying, so they felt that keeping their son alive was the top priority.
Just as the family of three was rejecting each other for gruel, several vicious people broke into their shack.
"Hand over the porridge note from the general!"
A strong man stared at Pan Changshou and said viciously.
? In order to prevent refugees from receiving porridge repeatedly, the refugee camp??Everyone issued a paper voucher for receipt.
As long as you rely on this note, you can get a bowl of gruel every day.
It can be said that this note is related to everyone's life, and some villains in the refugee camp naturally came up with this idea.
"Why should I give it to you?"
Seeing that someone suddenly wanted to take away his porridge receipt, Pan Changshou was naturally unwilling to give it.
Once the note is given out, it means that they will not be able to receive gruel in the future, and there will be a risk of starving to death.
"Boy, are you looking for a fight?!"
Seeing that Pan Changshou dared to refute him, the strong man immediately kicked him, knocking Pan Changshou to the ground.
"Search for me!"
As soon as the strong man waved his hand, several servants around him rushed forward to search for the note on Pan Changshou.
The strong man picked up the gruel that Pan Changshou had brought back just now, raised his neck and drank it.
"Beat someone, beat someone!"
Pan Changshou was unwilling to hand over the note, so he struggled and ran out of the shack, shouting loudly.
Several strong men also chased out, knocked Pan Changshou to the ground, and kicked and punched him.
People in the surrounding shacks also came out one after another when they heard the commotion, but they didn't dare to come forward to help when they saw a group of strong men.
Because these strong men used to be the servants of a big family in Shenglei City, and they had some kung fu.
This family has the blood of the Far East, so it is naturally also included in the list of expulsions, but they rely on their large numbers and power to seize them by force, and they live quite comfortably.
"Don't hit my son, don't hit me."
Seeing his son being beaten with blood all over his nose and mouth, Pan Changshou's parents also struggled out of the shack, begging for mercy loudly.
However, these strong men were ruthless, and naturally they would not show mercy when facing Pan Changshou who dared to disobey them.
The surrounding refugees also dare not speak out, because some of their notes have also been taken away, knowing that these people are not good.
"Stop!"
When these strong men punched and kicked Pan Changshou, a cold cry suddenly came from a distance.
Everyone turned their heads and saw a fat man striding forward with more than a dozen Qinghe soldiers.
Seeing the fat man he didn't know, the leading strong man waved his hand to stop the beating.
Although the other party is not the steward of the No. 7 refugee camp, but seeing Fatty Lu followed by more than a dozen soldiers of the Qinghe Army, he should be someone with status.
After all, this brawny man was once a member of the big family of the Holy Thunder City, but his vision is also unusual.
Don't look at them showing off their might in the refugee camps now, but they are still dependent on others.
Facing the people of the Far East Empire, they still have to be obedient, otherwise they will be deported.
"Why did you hit someone?"
Fatty Lu walked up to him, saw Pan Changshou who had been beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face, and questioned the strong man.
"My lord, this kid is a thief. He stole our porridge ticket. We can't be angry" The strong man explained hastily.
"I didn't steal their note, they wanted to steal our note."
Pan Changshou was almost beaten to death on the spot. Now that he saw someone coming out to take care of things, he naturally complained loudly like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.
"My lord, this kid is a habitual offender. If you don't believe me, ask the people around you, and ask your lord to see clearly and make decisions for us."
The strong man looked around at the surrounding refugees, his eyes full of warning.
Fatty Lu, as a general killed on the battlefield, naturally also saw the refugees around him dodging their eyes, and they were very afraid of this strong man. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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