Chapter 264 First encounter with the refugee’s nightmare purgatory

Of course Jia Cong doesn't know.

His brows have not relaxed since he entered Shandong.

Not to mention Xue Baochai, even Lin Daiyu, he thought very little...

Scenes everywhere in Shandong are shocking.

It's good to have a county seat, and you can still see the county government distributing grain to provide disaster relief.

The government officials also arranged for farmers to dig deep into the fields and carry water for irrigation.

Working hard to save the wheat that we don’t know how much more we can harvest.

In a slightly remote place.

The government's power is so weak that it's almost as if nine rooms out of ten are empty.

Jia Cong ordered his soldiers to dig a pit and bury a starving corpse lying on the roadside.

Looking up at the still bright white sun.

I couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Obviously Zhongqin and Jia She arrived in Shandong one after another, why did they still die of hunger in the wild?

He didn't know it at this time.

He and Jia She Xiong Xu did not walk the same path.

After passing Hejian Prefecture, cross the canal from Ningjin County, and then cross the Yellow River from Jiyang County, Shanghe River.

Until Licheng.

Licheng is the seat of Jinan Prefecture.

The conditions in the prefectures and counties that Jia She and others passed through were naturally much better than where he is now.

After all, in this day and age.

Logistics is far less convenient and fast than in later generations.

Many disaster relief materials have not yet been transported to specific villages and towns.

Jia Cong is a compassionate person at heart.

Whenever I meet a refugee, I always give them food and grass.

Until this day, at the junction of Shanghe and Jiyang counties.

He met a truly large-scale refugee population!

Fortunately, a scout came early to report his whereabouts.

Jia Cong originally thought that after crossing the Yellow River, he would reach Licheng and meet up with Jia She Qi Youlu.

We can also send out some more grain and grass from the general to provide relief.

Every one can be saved.

But.

When he saw large-scale displacement with his own eyes, he knew that he was completely wrong.

These people's eyes were blood red and they looked like zombies.

It's possible that the thing he was most worried about has already happened.

When Tu Xun faces a war, his reflex arc is not long at all.

Immediately ordered the entire army to change their formation.

Guard the center with grain, grass, military supplies and other supplies.

All soldiers raised their sharp swords!

Looking at the endless stream of refugees, slowly passing in front of the military formation.

Except for the occasional cry of children, no one in the refugee team spoke.

The atmosphere is terrifyingly silent.

Just when the refugee team is about to pass.

Suddenly!

A woman cried shrilly!

"My child..."

I think another child starved to death...

Jia Cong's heart beat suddenly!

Both fists were suddenly clenched!

I saw a few sallow-looking men rushing out from the end of the refugee queue!

He snatched the dead baby from the woman's arms and ran away!

Then about ten more people followed!

The woman chased her for a few steps before being held tightly by a man.

He covered her mouth tightly and dragged her back to the refugee queue to continue moving forward.

The dozen or so people were searching for twigs and other flammable objects in the wilderness.

His eyes were constantly looking at the military formation where Jia Cong and Tu Yao were waiting.

Jia Cong knew what they were about to do.

It felt like my heart was blocked by something heavy, so blocked that I panicked...

I closed my eyes hard.

Finally, he pointed forward and shouted in a deep voice: "Qilin Guard!"

"Kill without mercy!"

After all, he couldn't just watch the tragedy happen.

After dozens of screams.

Jia Cong took Zheng Duofu forward and saw that the baby's eyes were closed and his face was ashen.

Has been dead for a long time.

He said softly: "The child is buried..."

"Those guys who are not worthy of being human...ignore..."

Wait until the refugee team is no longer visible.

Tu Xun then ordered the army to set off and continue moving forward.

Seeing that Jia Cong was in a depressed mood, he returned alone.

Tu Xun asked quietly: "Brother Cong, what happened just now?"

Jia Cong shook his head and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

"Brother Xun, it's nothing..."

"Those things, I hope you never know..."

It's almost dark.

Jia Cong and Tu Xun finally arrived at the Yellow River.

Seeing that the water here is extremely fast, it is difficult for the boat to cross.

It is clear that Licheng is on the other side of the river, but we can only look at the ocean and sigh.

Jia Cong said in a serious tone: "Set up camp and find a way to cross the river tomorrow."

It’s already the seventh day of April.

The crescent moon is shining brightly.

Only the Yellow River water, although half dry, is still rolling and roaring as it flows eastward...

Jia Cong sat on the rocks by the river until midnight.

Then I got up and returned to camp.

Not long after I lay down.

Jia Cong, who had always been in good health and rarely had cold or fever, suddenly developed a high fever that wouldn’t go away!

His eyes were closed tightly and he kept mumbling.

Jia Cong was trapped in a nightmare, and the purgatory-like scene was all before his eyes.
To be continued...