There are several large-wave shipping transport ships moored in Foshan Bay. These transport ships arrive according to a certain schedule, with an interval of about ten days each time. The refugee formations are also arranged roughly according to this cycle.
It is not certain how many ships come from Jeju, but they can transport at least 3,000 people each time - in fact, the number of refugees stranded here is rarely less than this number. In addition to the steady stream of refugee formations sent from Unseonggwan, there are also
There are many desperate refugees who come here spontaneously. The fact that there are boats to pick up refugees in Foshan Bay has spread like wildfire in the local area. Although they don’t know where they will be taken on board the boats, let alone what their future is, it is imminent.
The deaths still forced the refugees to take this road - just to survive: since there is a ship to pick them up, it is not necessarily necessary to kill them at sea and feed them to the fish.
When Wang Ruixiang arrived at the Bay of Fohand, thousands of refugees were sleeping outside the refugee camp as usual. These people had no shelter and food. They only relied on the small amount of relief rations distributed by the Bay of Fohand garrison every day. Hundreds of people died every night.
.However, new refugees arrive every day, so there are always a lot of people gathering outside the refugee camp.
Wang Ruixiang turned over and dismounted, took out a handkerchief and wiped the snot under his nose. He watched the refugees collecting corpses under the command of the defenders in the camp - the corpses of the refugees who died of cold and starvation at night would be collected at dawn.
The frozen corpses hung hard and covered with ice were piled one by one on rough sledges like lumber, dragged to the seaside, loaded onto small boats, and thrown into the sea.
The people doing this work are all refugees who are almost half dead sleeping outside. Without him, working for the transfer station can get an extra bowl of relief.
If you want to survive in this time and space, you have to be hard-hearted. Wang Ruixiang listened to the crunching sound of the ice and snow under his feet, and walked past the refugees with a gloomy face. The refugees gathered outside the refugee camp had automatically moved out of the way.
A wide road - anything that is still on the road is either dead or about to die.
The door of the refugee camp has been opened. Huang Xiong, the person in charge of the Foshou Bay Transfer Station, is standing upright in front of the door. He is wearing the winter uniform of the northbound detachment. He wears a white sheepskin vest outside the gray woolen coat.
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"Report - Report: The captain of the Foshan Bay dispatch unit, infantry lieutenant Huang Xiong, is reporting to you! The unit should have fifty-five people, but the actual number is thirty, and we are waiting for your instructions!"
His voice was a little urgent, as if he didn't expect Wang Ruixiang to arrive in person.
"Take a break." Wang Ruixiang's eyes paused on the officer's face for a moment, and saw that he looked uneasy. It seemed that the informant of the Ten-man Group was true.
"Disband the team! Take me to your headquarters!"
"Yes Yes……"
Huang Xiong's headquarters is located on the pier. The pier in Foshou Bay is just a smoke pier. The entire pier is made of rammed earth and is not covered with bricks. It has been lack of maintenance and has collapsed many times. Around the pier and abutment are
There is a wall four meters high and about a hundred meters long, and outside the wall is a trench.
Entering the wall of the pier, there is a row of pier military houses built on the left side. There is a well next to the house - but the water source has long been chlorinated and is not drinkable. To drink water, you have to go to the nearby river to fetch it. In winter, there is ice and snow that can be melted.
Water is slightly more convenient.
On the right side of the wall are the Dunjun's horse pens and warehouses, which are used to stack various necessary military supplies in the dock. Although these houses are in disrepair, with broken windows and leaky roofs, they are compared to those outside.
The shacks were still much stronger. Therefore, after some repairs, these houses were used as barracks and command posts for dispatched units.
Wang Ruixiang walked in and saw that the inside was clean and there was no trace of ice or snow. The garbage was sorted and the firewood was piled neatly.
Huang Xiong's dormitory and command post is located in the best room among them. This kind of house has two rooms at the front and back. The outside was originally the kitchen and main room, and the back was the bedroom, with a fire pit that connected the front and back walls. Huang Xiong moved in.
Later, the outside room was converted into a command post, and the inside was his bedroom.
As soon as Wang Ruixiang walked in, he smelled the smell of powder. Seeing Huang Xiong's uneasy look, he knew that what the report materials said was true. But he was not in a hurry to expose it. He looked at the table on the table calmly.
Documents, maps and stationery, and he looked at the rifle hanging on the wall. He noticed that the curtain leading to the bedroom was new and the room was too tidy.
"Captain Huang," Wang Ruixiang sat down, "you are living a good life."
Huang Xiong was already in a state of anxiety, but when he was aroused by Wang Ruixiang's words, he immediately stood up and said: "Report to the leader, compared to other detachments, the conditions here are indeed better..."
"Nonsense!" Wang Ruixiang interrupted him, "You have a feminine touch in this house!" He pointed at the door curtain, "Everyone is crawling on the ice and snow, rushing to rescue more refugees. It would be better for you to stay in the golden house first.
It’s time to hide your love!”
Huang Xiong's whole body shivered: He was indeed a treasure hidden in a golden house. Since they set up a transfer station in Foshou Bay, in addition to the refugees sent from Yizhou, refugees from all over the country have been arriving in an endless stream. Zhang Daochang and Wang Ruixiang wanted to make more people come.
In order to keep as many refugees alive as possible, the dispatch team is allowed to use a certain amount of relief rations to rescue the refugees every day, which can give them some possibility of survival. However, these refugees are "unregistered", and they will die and lose no matter how many come.
It is undocumented. The civil affairs department only records the number of "extra refugees" who are finally able to board the ship.
Refugees are willing to do anything in order to survive. For women who have nothing left, selling their bodies has become the only way to make a living. There are women who use their bodies to seduce the soldiers who are dispatched to the detachment.
Although these women are unkempt and haggard, it is not a problem for soldiers who have served for a long time and look like old sows with double eyelids, not to mention that many of them are the daughters of middle-class families or even wealthy families who are pampered on weekdays.
My daughter-in-law, although she has been brutally tortured by natural disasters [***], she still retains her charm.
After being on duty for a long time, it was inevitable that the records would be lax. Some brave soldiers took action. At first, they just exchanged a bowl of goo for a woman's love. Gradually, the soldiers developed feelings for some of the women. They
I also needed someone to help with sewing, mending, washing, and so on, so they quietly lived the life of a dewy couple in pairs.
Huang Xiong was quickly involved, but as an officer, he did not bother to mess with refugee women. It took him a while to choose a ten-year-old who was both talented and sexy, and who came from a scholarly family.
A six-year-old girl is considered his "wife".
As soon as an officer took the lead, things that were originally secretive became open and honest. Now, not only do most of the soldiers in the detachment have "temporary wives," some soldiers even keep women by their side as casual couples while continuing to have sex with each other.
Fuck other women outside - as long as you give him a bowl of goo, as many women as you want will lie down.
"It's such a violation of military discipline!" Wang Ruixiang denounced, "Why do you deserve to be a soldier of the Senate! Women, women, can't live without that hole?!"
Huang Xiong blushed. He knew that the attitude of the Senate towards soldiers was completely different from that of the Ming Dynasty: Fubo Army soldiers were not only treated well, but also had a high military status. They were given preferential treatment wherever they went out. And no one was allowed to insult soldiers, companies and soldiers.
My wife is guilty of all the murders.
But there are more men than women in Lingao, and the soldiers have almost no opportunities to interact with the public. Not to mention ordinary big-headed soldiers, even those like Huang Xiong who have served for several years and have been promoted to officers cannot find wives - soldiers
It has never been a profession that attracts women.
Now seeing boats after boats of women being transported away under his nose, and women coming so easily, the desire that has been suppressed for a long time naturally bursts out.
Wang Ruixiang continued to scold: "...Do you still have any human conscience! How many refugees are starving to death outside, but you are using relief rations to play with women!"
Huang Xiong didn't dare to reply - Elder Wang's rage was understandable: the Senate regarded military discipline as a lifeline, and it was most taboo for soldiers to have sex with women while on duty - prostitution was free during vacations - as long as it was a yellow card.
Remember the girl. But once you are on duty, you are not even allowed to mention the word woman.
Thinking of the clause in the "Array Discipline" about the death penalty for those who annihilate women, Huang Xiong's neck went cold. He knew a thing or two about this leader: it was said among the naturalized people that he was good with an axe.
He cut off countless heads during the wars between the men of the great masters.
If the chief had said, "Pull him out and kill him," he would immediately become one of the corpses put on a boat and thrown into the sea.
However, at this moment, he didn't know how to explain: the leader obviously came prepared, and he couldn't make a name for himself if he wanted to argue, and Fubo's army didn't want to kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy. So he had to stand still.
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Wang Ruixiang saw him dumbfounded, blushing and speechless. He walked a few steps and lifted the door curtain of the back room. The supplies inside were burning warm. The room was tidy, and several sets of replacement clothes were folded neatly.
There is also a patched uniform shirt lying on the bed.
Wang Ruixiang snorted coldly and asked: "Where are the people?"
"Report, report to the chief, all... are hiding in the refugee camp..."
"You know I'm coming, right?"
"Yes, yes," Huang Xiong suddenly shuddered. Wasn't he intending to deceive the leader? He quickly said, "No, no, no..."
Wang Ruixiang waved his hand and walked out again.
Huang Xiong trembled and turned pale, and said: "I have been obsessed these days. I have not restrained the team well, and I have also taken the lead in violating discipline. Please give the leader a severe punishment: I will be pulled out and shot immediately without any hesitation."