;8bfb;7f51; Amid the surging crowd, Mohr, a soldier from the fifth company of the 506th Regiment of the 101st Division of the Eastern Army, stood at the gate of Weizi City, shouting at the top of his lungs while trying to stabilize
Keep your body shape.
At this moment, he felt like he was standing in the waves, and the waves kept rushing towards him. No matter how hard he tried, the tide would still swallow him up at any time.
In front of the city gate, there are countless people walking towards this side. Their figures are everywhere in the mountains and plains, stretching from the front to the horizon, seemingly endless.
Because they have all received a terrible news: the demons are coming~!
Those bloodthirsty demons, murderers of babies, cold-blooded perverts...they are coming~!
After the last tragic failure, they dormant for a thousand years, and then they set foot on the land of the human race again.
Although thousands of years have passed, humans will never forget that during the last war, armies of undead and demons rampaged across the human land, killing at will.
Wherever the cavalry passed, they left behind mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
And now, they are here again~!
Therefore, these Ruman people living in the north of the empire did not hesitate to abandon their houses and land before the Semitic army arrived, burned them so that they could harvest the wheat fields immediately, and fled south with their families.
These Ruman people know very well that not a single grain of food can be left to the invading demon bad guys - even the food they regard as life can be burned without hesitation.
As long as it can cause trouble to the enemy, no matter what they do, they don't care.
Because they know that the demons are the mortal enemies of mankind, and the grievances between the two sides cannot be washed away even if all the water in the river and sea is poured out. It can only end when one party falls.
If they didn't have confidence in the future and knew that the empire would win the final victory, these vicious Ruman people would even plan to poison the well water and throw in a few dead rats, dead pigs, etc. before leaving.
As long as those demon tribesmen take a sip, they will definitely foam at the mouth and turn their eyes white within five minutes. Compared with the five-step heartbroken grass, half a step with a smile, and a day-to-day death powder, this kind of top-notch poison is better.
It works. Of course, if they had the physique of the legendary Tang people, then there would be another story.
They fled their homeland and marched non-stop towards the south day and night.
They have a common goal - Vizi City.
Weiji is the center of the north, and it is also a solid military fortress built on mountains and rivers. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack.
The three-layered city defense system inside and outside is tall and solid, and each city gate is equipped with an urn.
In the past hundreds of years, during the war between the empire and the barbarians, it withstood the test of countless fires and never fell.
Vezi City is the steel barrier in the north of the empire.
When the people of Ruman learned about the invasion of demons, their first reaction was to flee to Weiji City, where they would be safe.
All the people from the north came in droves, putting great pressure on Weiji City.
Every day starting from the opening of the city gate, no less than tens of thousands of people crowded in front of the city gate of Weiji City.
There were walkers carrying packages and holding children, people pushing carts filled with luggage, people leading old sows, and driving oxcarts and horse-drawn carriages.
Even the nobleman's car was mixed in with the crowd, moving forward little by little with difficulty.
People were shouting, shouting, and shouting. There were also the sounds of children crying, adults scolding and reprimanding, and cows braying and horses crowing.
Various sounds mixed together and turned into a huge and terrifying noise that reached into the sky.
Moore's mind was filled with buzzing sounds, which made him upset. He stood outside the city gate trying to maintain order.
A local Weiji official stood on top of the carriage next to him, holding a microphone in his hand and shouting at the top of his voice to everyone: "Don't mess up. Go inside and follow the signs to the temporary camp. Don't mess up~!"
But at this time, due to being infected by the people around them, these Ruman people who fled their homes all had panic expressions on their faces. As if they were afraid that if they took a step slower, the demons would come over and kill them. They used up all their strength to fight desperately.
Drill in the city.
Moore was squeezed back by the refugees in front of him. Several strong men also had shy faces and tried their best to get into the crowd. Several children next to him were squeezing and crying.
Under this situation, Moll's temper was not very good. Especially when he saw those grown men bullying women and children, he became furious.
He cursed angrily: "Fuck your grandma."
Then, he threw the weapon in his hand aside and rushed into the crowd - he was afraid that he would lose control and kill those bitches with a knife.
Moore squeezed into the crowd, then grabbed the unruly young man and threw him out hard.
The man fell heavily to the ground, screamed, and rolled several times on the ground. Before he could figure out what happened, Moore had already caught up with him, kicked him hard, and then forced him off the ground.
Pulling him up, he muttered dissatisfiedly: "I've traveled two thousand miles, and that's not what I'm here to do."
With that said, he took the guy and threw him back into the crowd on the side.
The other soldiers nearby who were responsible for maintaining order were the same as Moore. When they said it was useless, they chose the simple and crude way of saying it recently, punching and kicking the unruly people in front of them, beating them until they screamed.
, and returned to the crowd honestly.
The refugees squeezed through the gate, and their vision suddenly opened up. What appeared in front of them was the wide main road of Vizi City.
The roads are still crowded, but the atmosphere in the city has eased a lot - the refugees entering the city can finally breathe a sigh of relief. Protected by tall city walls and soldiers, they are safe.
Both sides of the street were lined with heavily armed soldiers, waving to the crowd, beckoning them to move forward, and loudly shouting: "Follow the signs and go to the temporary settlement site."
The route was drawn with eye-catching red paint on the road to indicate the direction of the temporary camp, and the sign in big letters read "Free medical care and food provided."
Those who had money or relatives to rely on naturally didn't care and left as if they hadn't seen him. However, those Ruman people who only had a little food left with them hurried to the temporary resettlement site as if they had seen a savior.
This so-called temporary resettlement site was actually just an open space in the original city, which was opened up by the defenders and put up with simple tents. The tents were already filled with refugees who had fled from the north.
White lime divides the temporary settlement site into different blocks, marking roads and functional areas.
The entrance is where food is distributed, guarded by a group of soldiers. Simple coarse bread, pickles, and hot soup are provided to the refugees.
Usually this is low-quality food only eaten by the poorest people, but now it has become a delicacy.
It is impossible for Weizi City to provide them with anything good, and food must be saved as much as possible.
Although there is now a steady stream of food and supplies arriving, the pressure on supplies is still great. The worried quartermasters are all losing their hair because once the city is surrounded, supplies cannot be supplied. The soldiers and civilians in the city plus
There are hundreds of thousands of refugees, and they can only survive by storing food.
The refugees who had just walked into the resettlement site immediately devoured the food after receiving it. They were in a hurry to escape for fear of being overtaken by the terrifying demons. They never had a good meal.
A priest in a white robe walked among the crowd, loudly reciting the gospel from the "Divine Book" and comforting the frightened refugees.
Everywhere they went, the refugees bowed down and saluted, with pious expressions on their faces.
Just as the refugees who had lost their homes and property were sitting in simple tents, chewing on unpalatable multigrain bread, a group of strange people suddenly appeared in the camp.
They are strange because their attire is incompatible with the refugees. These people are neatly dressed and have fair faces. They look like upper-class people at first glance. However, each of these upper-class people is extremely kind and always has a sincere smile on their face.
When people saw it, they all felt a little scared and couldn't help but tighten their wallets.
However, those people didn't care.
They walked into the tent and greeted the refugees politely. They also took out candies from their pockets when meeting children.
When the refugees looked at these "masters", their initial surprise gradually turned into vigilance. They all revealed their identities, took out a business card, and said: "We from the Flying Eagle Group, we don't know when the war will begin."
It's over, are you interested in finding a job?"
The refugee he asked looked at this uninvited man in surprise. After waking up, he nodded immediately.
Who doesn't want a job?
They cannot just wait for a little relief food to take care of the whole family.
Having a job undoubtedly means more and better food, as well as a stable place to live. These are all what they urgently need.
Moreover, who doesn’t know about Feiying Group?
It was a large state-owned company, and its boss was Mr. Leo Lei, a dignified young prince of the empire and the future emperor.
The resounding iron rice bowl~!
After entering, if you do well, you will be appreciated by Mr. Lei, and you will become famous all of a sudden. Maybe in the future, Mr. Lei will become an official, get a title or something like that when Mr. Lei ascends the throne.
Usually, even if you break your head, you may not be able to grab a good thing. Now, at this time, it is actually the turn?
Many people couldn't believe it. Their mouths were wide open and they stared blankly at the person coming.
Seeing the other party's heartbeat, the people from the Flying Eagle Group immediately spoke up and said: "Look, this war will last for who knows how long. Weiji City is no longer safe. We will provide you with a way to leave Weiji."
Opportunities and jobs in the city.
The Flying Eagle Group is recruiting workers, and the Ruman people will be provided with food and accommodation, and a monthly salary of one gold coin. If they perform well, they can also study at the Lanxiang Advanced Technical School for free.
If you can’t learn it this time, you can learn it for free next time... Uh, I’m sorry. What I just said doesn’t count. I was used to it when recruiting students. Haha, hahaha..."
This condition quickly impressed these Ruman people who had lost their homes. The most exciting thing for them was to leave Weiji City and go south.
This place is about to become a battlefield. An army of 500,000 demons will surround Weiji City. Although the Ruman people firmly believe that they can defeat the damn demons in the end, who knows how long this city will be surrounded by enemies.
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Of course it would be best to leave here.
Of course, there are also many people who don't want to stray far from their homes in the north.
Those old-timers who have lived by the land all their lives have an extremely optimistic attitude towards the war and believe that the war will end soon.
At that time, they can go back immediately. If they are lucky, they might be able to catch the end of autumn sowing and plant whatever they want.
Those who are willing to work for the Flying Eagle Group will sign a contract, then bring their family members with them and be taken care of by the Flying Eagle Group all the way south.
Now, with the popularization of steam engines, society has a huge demand for personnel. Coupled with the huge demand generated by the war, various related industries have developed rapidly.
Railways, factories, mines, etc., all enterprises and factories are in urgent need of manpower. Those capitalists wish they could pull out all the old sows and use them as labor force.
As Mr. Lei, a pioneer and leader of capitalist society, a super tycoon of human capitalists, in a sense, he is also grateful for this war.
It was precisely because of this war that countless people left their homes and provided a large amount of cheap labor. Otherwise, the sheep-cannibalism incident in the budding stage of European capitalism would have happened here.
At that time, Mr. Lei had to stink so bad that he would never stand up again. He might even have his ancestral graves splashed with bloody shit. But now, he only pays a low salary of one gold coin a month, but he still makes the people miserable.
They are grateful and loyal.
It can be said that he has won the hearts of the world.
The governor of Weizi City is also happy to see this situation. Too many refugees gathering in the city will only put more pressure on the defense and consume more supplies.
If they can be allowed to leave Vizi City voluntarily, that would be the best thing and can reduce the pressure on Vizi City.
Governor Wei Zi was very cooperative in this matter, to the point of obeying the advice of the Flying Eagle Group, and would even use public funds to pay traveling expenses for the people who were willing to go south.
Therefore, a spectacle has formed in Weiji City. Tens of thousands of refugees pour into the city every day, and large numbers of people leave the city from the south gate every day, heading south with hopes and dreams in mind.
The soldiers of the Eastern Legion worked hard to maintain order in the city. Only a small number of the refugees who poured into the city were left. On the road leading to the north, hordes of refugees could no longer be seen.
This means that the mass evacuation involving hundreds of thousands of people north of Weizi City has ended.
Moore held the long knife in his hand, heaved a long sigh of relief and looked up to the north, saying: "Come on, bastard, you guys are ready, get ready to kick the iron plate, you demon bastards."
"Du, wu, wu..." Suddenly a long bugle sounded from the city wall, and the low and transparent sound spread throughout the city.
On a hill several miles away, a group of cavalry suddenly appeared. They held high the golden lightning flag and looked at Weizi City from a distance.
"The demons are coming~!"
I don't know who yelled. The refugees blocking the city gate immediately began to panic.
The crowd screamed in fear, and those who were still outside the city hurriedly dropped their packages and vehicles and rushed into the city together, causing chaos in front of the city gate.
Moore and his comrades were unable to block the attack and were pushed out by the crowd.
At this time, the soldiers maintaining law and order did not care about managing the refugees.
Colonel Xinke, the regiment commander commanding outside the city, shouted in his powerful voice: "The 506th Regiment, line up and prepare to fight!"
The eagle flag of the Ruman Empire fluttered in the wind. Moore and the soldiers around him gripped their weapons and quickly rushed towards the flag.
The long and hard training of the Northern Army was most fully demonstrated at this time.
The soldiers of the 506th Regiment quickly gathered under the flag. The officers shouted loudly for their companies. Behind them, the soldiers quickly formed a neat queue according to the feeling they had been familiar with thousands of times, raised their weapons and prepared to fight.
Moore was breathing heavily, staring at the demons at the top of the hillside.
Only vague figures can be seen in the distance, but they don't seem to be eight feet tall and eight feet in waist like the legend says, and they look ugly and ferocious.
On the contrary, they all look similar to humans.
Moore breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they weren't monsters, they wouldn't be afraid of another group of humans.
The Semitic cavalry on the hillside suddenly whistled, and their horses rushed down from the top of the hill, charging towards the Ruman people who were crowding at the city gate.
Semitic cavalry poured down the hillside in a steady stream. There were thousands of them, forming a dense formation, waving their sabers and shouting as they charged towards the city of Vizi.
This was a good opportunity. The panicked civilians completely blocked the north gate. The troops in the city could not come out. The only ones guarding the outside of the city at this moment were a few companies of the 506th Regiment, only five to six hundred people.
The Semitic cavalry were confident that they could defeat this group of human infantry with just one impact, and then rush into the crowd and kill, establishing their Semitic prestige in front of the Ruman people.
Moore's heart was beating nervously. He clenched the weapon in his hand and stared at the Semitic cavalry approaching rapidly.
He did not expect that this first battle would happen suddenly, and he was not prepared at all.
With infantry fighting against cavalry that outnumbered them, this battle was not optimistic, especially since the soldiers of the 506th Regiment had no reinforcements behind them. They could not count on reinforcements in the city in a short time because the refugees blocked the city gate.
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Moore gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice: "You idiot, you really know how to choose the right time."
The soldiers of the 506th Regiment must resist the Semites and buy time for the people to enter the city safely.
The enemy was getting closer and closer, and the sabers of the Semitic cavalry reflected the dazzling cold light.
"Enter the enemy and prepare to fight~!" The officers raised their weapons and pointed them at the galloping cavalry.
"Chirp..."
A sharp whistling sound, with a long tail sound, passed over the top of Moore's head.
Just when Moore and the others were in a daze, the crowd of running Semitic cavalry suddenly burst into a ball of orange-red flames.
In the flames of the explosion, several Semitic cavalrymen and their horses were thrown into the air by the explosion, and their broken limbs flew out spinning in the air.
A cloud of gray-white smoke rose from the impact point of the shell.
The artillery in the city was in full force.
"Okay~!" Moore and the 506 soldiers cheered excitedly.
"Nice fight~!"
"Blow these sons of bitches up."
The first artillery shell was obviously fired at the school, followed by the artillery group's concentrated fire.
"Chirp...chirp..."
The cannonballs flew over Moore's head with a loud sound, making a loud noise.
Continuous explosions sounded in front and behind the Semitic cavalry team, submerging the entire cavalry in orange-red firelight.
The Semitic cavalry found themselves caught in an attack they had never encountered before. They could not see the enemy, they could not see the weapons attacking them, but destructive explosions kept lighting up before, behind, and left of them.
In the rapid artillery attack of just ten seconds, more than a thousand Semitic cavalry formed a long queue, and only a few groups remained.
They were so frightened that they turned their horses' heads in horror and fled back as hard as they could.
The artillery in the city was obviously unwilling to let them go. The artillery fire followed the fleeing cavalry, and the explosions of fire lit up one after another around them.
No matter how fast the horse's legs are, it can't move faster than cannonballs. Each escaping Semitic cavalry is greeted by several artillery pieces, and dozens of violent explosions are heard simultaneously every second.
On a high platform in the city, a security general in black uniform held up his long binoculars and stared at the battlefield. He put down his binoculars and curled his lips angrily, shouting down below: "Ceasefire, ceasefire~!"
You bunch of prodigal bastards are just dealing with a few cavalry, there's no need for you all to fire."
A security officer in black clothes and silver ornaments in the audience spread his hands and shrugged, saying: "Boss, this is not about fighting demons. Everyone is more enthusiastic."
"Your grandma's, there are only so many artillery shells. Once you've fired them all, come up and chew them with your teeth." The general of the security army scolded angrily: "I will give them an ideological class at night, saying that waste is shameful and thrift is glorious."
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