When the dwarf refugees, wearing thin clothes and hungry, arrived at the tent area that housed them, they were simply frightened by what they saw.
The prisoners of war are working non-stop on the sidelines, expanding this huge new "city". The streets inside have been cleared, and snow has been piled on both sides. Looking further into the distance, there are densely packed tents as far as the eye can see.
Yes, they are all tents. The dwarf women are holding washbasins and looking at these new compatriots calmly with a faint smile on their faces. They are not like occupied victims who have lost their motherland, but more like a group of
Ordinary people who have returned to a peaceful life.
"Get your things! Pay attention to keep up! Cooperate with the staff and don't cause trouble to others!" After walking in, the person shouting was no longer the soldiers of the Tang Army, but a dwarf carrying a rifle.
He was wearing strange attire: a bright red woolen coat with a nice double-breasted design, an armed belt tied outside, and a warm-looking leather hat on his head.
This set of gadgets has no combat attributes. It can be seen from a distance in the snow, in the woods, or even in the city. The main purpose is to be conspicuous.
Wearing this thing is easy to identify, and you will not lose sight of your target when standing in a crowd. The Tang army was obviously very particular about issuing such "suits" to the dwarf prisoners who maintained law and order.
The dwarf soldiers, who were wearing cotton-padded clothes inside and coats outside and wearing leather boots, who were much more impressive than before, kept the prisoners in line and allowed them to move forward in formation.
While walking, there was a tough female dwarf who was distributing these refugees: "Six people per tent! If you have people you know, please stay together and don't separate! If there are four, five, or more people in a family
...Then keep going forward! Don’t stop!”
"Families of three people, two families in groups! After you find the matching family, come to me! Turn left at the next intersection!" A female dwarf holding a sign on the side of the road kept shouting with a loudspeaker.
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The originally quiet shelter suddenly became noisy. The dwarves followed familiar people at a loss and walked forward, and then they walked in front of an empty tent that belonged to them in a daze.
"Okay! This place belongs to you from now on! The number plate is the proof of use of the tent it belongs to, and it is also your identity certificate. Don't lose it! There are six of them!" He gave the aluminum sheets stamped with numbers to a few dwarves.
On his hand, the dwarf responsible for arranging their accommodation warned: "I live in the first tent in this row and am your person in charge. If you need anything, you can come to me."
He pointed at himself: "Every day, supplies will be distributed here. Men need to come to help, once in the morning and once in the afternoon. Don't feel embarrassed. We are carrying food and drinking water for you... If you feel tired,
You don’t have to come.”
As he spoke, he led a few ignorant people into the tent, and told the others behind him not to move: "Just wait, I will go in and explain and then take you to the next tent."
After entering the tent, he began to talk very skillfully: "Over there are two washbasins, one for each family. There is soap on the small cabinet next to the washbasin, and there are quilts on the bed, and there are cotton-padded clothes that belong to you.
, children’s clothes may be a bit too big, if they are really too big, just come to me and tell me.”
"There are shoes under the bed...the food is distributed according to each person, instant noodles and some bread. Don't be surprised. I know it is much better than what you have eaten in the past, but these things are indeed prepared for you."
After he finished speaking, he walked to the door: "I will come back after I finish my work. I will first get familiar with my new home."
Several dwarf refugees really had a lot of questions to ask, but before they had time to ask, they saw the capable female dwarf walking out. She led the other dwarves and continued walking forward to another tent.
"My God, are these all for us?" The child's father looked at the various supplies piled on the bed in surprise and couldn't believe his eyes.
He and his wife's cotton-padded clothes were snatched away by the dwarf soldiers, and all their food was plundered. Those damn beasts didn't even spare the children's clothes...
But those aliens who were said on the radio, the humans who would kill them, actually prepared new cotton-padded clothes for them and gave them so much food...
"Can I eat it?" A child of another family nearby pointed to the bread on the bed, swallowed his saliva and asked, "Mom?"
"I can't tell, I just heard that woman say, this is for us, right? Since it's for us, we can't stop eating it, right?" A man from another family glanced at the new friend he met on the road.
asked cautiously.
It can be said that they were very lucky and were not arrested as slaves. The certificate of skilled workers they carried saved their lives at the critical moment.
It was also a lucky factor that both of them were on the outskirts of the city: they became refugees so quickly that before the dwarf garrison could react, they had already reached the area controlled by the Tang army.
The father of the child who spoke first was looking down at the familiar aluminum sheets stamped with numbers. They were things he was familiar with.
Yes, these materials are obviously aviation aluminum materials used to make MiG-19 fighter jets. He is also very familiar with the stamping machinery: it is estimated that the factory that made these brands is the factory where they once worked.
Ironforge's First Aircraft Manufacturing Factory was once the most profitable factory in the Ice Empire and one of the most advanced factories introduced.
Now, it has become an area occupied by the Tang Empire. It seems that the Tang people used some of the still functioning mechanical equipment to make these gadgets that do not require much technology.
"Honey, can we eat these things?" Seeing her husband looking down at the small iron piece in his hand, the wife couldn't help but ask again.
"Oh, oh. Of course, I think we should eat something first. We can't say it's for us and ask for it back." The child's father said quickly after he came to his senses.
Although it was still very cold in the tent, they had quilts, cotton-padded clothes, and food. There was even a small stove in the tent with firewood piled next to it. The chimney protruded from the side of the tent, and the joints were even sealed.
So the two families began to open the plastic bags, took out the bread inside and wolfed it down. They had not eaten a bite for more than a day, and now they could eat such soft bread, tears flowed out of their eyes.
