Chapter 938 No move wins with a strange move

On the southern coastline of the province of Willante, rafts and boats were stranded on the shore.

Among these various ships, there were also some unmanaged wood branches and water-soaked boxes mixed in. The mess looked like a shipwreck.

And in fact this is indeed the case.

Most of the Weirant people squatting on the shore had a look of shock. Some were holding their wet shoulders and shivering, and some were hanging their clothes to dry on the branches, sitting in front of the fire and chanting "Ah."

sneeze".

And not far away from them, from time to time, people climbed out of the sea with difficulty and struggled to the shore with the help of other compatriots.

The Triumph City Offshore Defense Fleet put down the sailors on the ship and tried their best to help them. They used rubber boats and ropes to rescue the poor people who were swept into the waves and brought them to the shore.

The encounters of these Wilantes huddled on the shore in the province of Batoya were different, but their situation at this moment was generally the same, they were all soaked by the sea water.

Due to the city of Triumph's border closure policy, most ferries from the province of Batoa to the province of Valente are held up at the docks in the province of Valeant.

The Southern Legion, which spared no effort to evacuate the people, could only requisition all available ships, including fishermen's fishing boats and even bathtubs stolen from private houses.

The vast majority of Willant people participated in this march in the name of mission without preparation.

Those who can board a serious ferry are the lucky ones, or they are the family members of a captain of ten thousand.

Many people were simply deceived into arriving at the dock in the north of the province of Batoya and boarded the hovercraft used by the landing troops.

These hovercraft fuel tanks are usually not large, so it is naturally impossible for the Southern Army to prepare spare oil drums for them.

Many hovercrafts are useless when they reach two-thirds of the way, and they can only use human oars to complete the remaining half of the journey.

There are some unlucky ones who are even more pitiful.

They were not even assigned a hovercraft, but were violently chased onto a raft by a group of alien soldiers carrying guns. Then, several rafts were tied together, and a speedboat was attached to them before they ran to the other side of the sea.

Some rafts simply disintegrated in the second half of the journey. The Wilantes sitting on the rafts could only desperately hug the pieces of wood, and then wait for the offshore defense fleet on the other side to rescue them.

What made the sailors of the offshore defense fleet even more furious was that most of the Wilantes who participated in this death march were old, weak, women and children.

Most of the young men in the Southern Army were sent to the front line, and those who did not go to the front line also served in the army.

The only men were either wounded soldiers who had retired from the front line, or they were engineers or technicians working decent jobs in the city, or citizens in other industries.

On the deck of a Coast Guard Fleet destroyer.

Looking at the old man who was rescued by the soldiers, Captain Mallock couldn't help but say.

"Are you crazy? Triumph City has closed its borders. Even if you land in the Weiland Province, you won't be able to get there!"

"Close, close the border?" The old man wrapped in a blanket looked confused, sneezed, and said tremblingly, "We have never heard of it... The soldiers of the Guards told us that there will be a boat to pick us up when we get to the shore.

, but when we got to the shore, we found that the big ship had already gone, and there were only a few small boats that could be capsized by one wave!"

When he said this, the old man's emotions became excited, and his lips trembled with anger, "Tier said like a dog... We got to the shore and there was nothing! He lied to all of us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, another middle-aged man wrapped in a blanket next to him muttered.

"Guards? You are from the city of Avent, right? The one who chased us away was the 1.17 millionth group. Those guys were not polite. When they came up, they said that the alliance had invented some kind of lethal agent and that the plague was coming.

We want to kill all the Wilrants. They didn’t mention anything about Marshal Julius’s funeral, or that there was a ship waiting for us, and they just herded us into the truck.”

Listening to the conversation between the two, a thin woman also joined in.

"Drink...they talked so much nonsense to you? We live in a small town in the north of the province of Batoya. We originally thought that even if there was a war, we wouldn't be able to reach us, but as a result, the alliance didn't even come here, but we were attacked.

He was beaten by his own people."

The old man stared, as if he had heard something incredible.

"They still dare to beat you?"

The middle-aged woman curled her lips and whispered.

"The servants didn't care about so many people. They dragged us into the car...and they only said a few words to us when we were in the car, saying that they were sending us to Triumph City. What the hell!

"

The man wrapped in a blanket clenched his fists and cursed in a low voice.

"Oh shit……"

There were noisy discussions on the deck, with people telling their own experiences and complaining to the people around them.

confusion.

anger.

And unbelievable.

This is what Malok heard from them, and everything that is happening in the province of Batoya.

After listening to all the chatter, he gritted his teeth so hard that he wished he could break his back molars.

"This devil..." With these words squeezed out of his mouth, Malok could not wait to order the march south and smash the villains who were driving the Velant people into the sea into pieces.

Seeing the hatred and anger in his eyes, the adjutant walked to his side and lowered his voice and spoke.

"Calm down... our top priority now is to save people."

"Save people..." Malok twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and looked towards the south with an angry look on his face, "No matter how much we save people, we can't stop them from driving them into the sea!"

The adjutant lowered his voice and continued to persuade.

"You only have one destroyer. We can't drive the destroyer to the shore...and if we start a war at this time, it will play into their hands!"

Malok's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly realized something.

The Southern Legion drove the people to the north, and their purpose was obvious. It was nothing more than to confront the border blockade orders of the Praetorian Guards and even the Triumph City, trying to use the "human sea tactic" to penetrate the isolation zone they had set up on the coastal border.

He didn't know why Tyr did this, but it seemed that all they were doing was hoping that the "death agent" mixed in the refugees would spread to the province of Willant across the sea.

The reason why the current situation is still under the control of Triumph City is because they have nearly 500,000 troops at their disposal.

And these 500,000 troops are the fundamental reason why Triumph City can ensure border stability and establish nearly 20 quarantine zones!

If the two sides go to war, at least half of the 500,000 troops must go to the province of Batoya to fight!

By then, Triumph City will have no time to take care of the refugees on the border, and will have no choice but to allow them to infiltrate into Triumph City from the border.

Not to mention that the Southern Army still has more than a dozen steel airships in hand, and a real fight may not end the battle in a short time. Once the two sides fall into a state of war, the lethal agent will immediately infect the entire Weiland Province without any hindrance, causing

Civilians on both sides were plunged into war and plague at the same time.

If you take action yourself, it is equivalent to helping the other party complete the most difficult war mobilization and giving the other party an excuse for war!

But why?

Malok had an incomprehensible expression on his face and stared hard at his red eyes.

He couldn't understand what the top leaders of the Southern Army were trying to do.

Would the Confederate Army be in any meaningful way benefited from the extermination of the Vaillants?

He would rather believe that it was the Alliance that stole the genetic source code of the Vaillant people, and that it was the Alliance that created the "death agent" against the Vaillant people.

At least this would make him feel better and prevent him from falling into self-doubt and confusion.

Otherwise, he really couldn't help but suspect that it was the Southern Legion that had stolen the genetic source code of the Weirant people.

After all, only those guys have the possibility of succeeding.

And judging from their efforts to spread the virus to Triumph City, they are undoubtedly the most suspect.

Otherwise, why would these guys pretend that nothing happened when the Praetorian Guards announced that "the genetic source code was stolen", and drove their civilians out of the city of Avente, and even participated in Marshal Julius's attack?

This lame pretense of a funeral...

But the problem is back to the original point.

They are obviously from Weiland, so why do they do this?

Looking in the direction of Avent City and the planks scattered by the waves, Captain Mallock let out a suppressed roar.

"Then what should we do now? Are we just going to watch?"

"Rescue people first, strategic matters are not something we can decide." Looking at the vast sea, the adjutant sighed deeply, "I heard that researchers from the college have arrived... I hope those people can find a way to solve the problem.

Method."

On the other side, there is a coastline about ten kilometers away from the destroyer.

A group of Wilant soldiers wearing chemical protective suits arrived at the beach in a truck under the leadership of their commander, and began to prepare to establish an isolation area and a refugee rescue site.

At the same time, a long shuttle-shaped silver aircraft flew from the east and landed steadily on a rocky beach about 200 meters away from the beach.

The high-tech shape and the college's logo seemed out of place with the messy scene around it.

The hatch slowly opened, and a group of people walked down the gangway from the research ship.

Standing next to the gangway, Ye Shi looked at the refugees on the beach with a complicated expression and couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Oh my god...how many people are there?"

Staring at the holographic screen unfolded on the watch, Jiang Xuezhou said solemnly.
To be continued...