After the rainstorm, the low-lying artisan area is soaked in the water. The drains are clogged all year round, and after the rain, they are covered with debris, and the whole dredging work is extremely slow.

The magnates of the city were not surprised by this kind of thing, and they were very experienced with it. The day after the rains, the city's soldiers cut off the roads in the artisan quarter and other urban districts, and drove the excess out of the city as much as possible.

When the rain stopped, the stricken artisan area was burned to the ground. Anyway, they are all broken shacks, and it's not a pity to burn them down. As for the displaced people, when they are killed by hunger and disease, it can reduce the burden on the city, including the food supply.

The Otherworld has always been overpopulated, and the powerful have never worried about no one to serve them. A group of displaced people will die, and soon another group of displaced people will pour into the city from all directions, filling the low-end labor force and forming a new prosperity.

No food, no water, nothing. About 10,000 displaced people were driven out of the city, and they described them as withered, weeping and wailing, but they could not even do the weak to riot.

The magnates hid behind the safety of the city walls, quietly waiting for the outcasts to die.

As long as the excess population dies, the trouble will naturally disappear.

Outside the city, Fabro's estate.

The 'Chief Alchemist' stood on the wall of the manor, staring indifferently at the wandering homeless people outside the wall. Those who are homeless or have withered bodies, or are covered with pus, or have festering flesh and skin, can no longer be called 'people'.

Zhou Qingfeng also stood on the wall, with a 62-type telescope in hand, which could easily see the situation within a kilometer of the surrounding area. As far away as the walls of Coldwind City, you can see it several kilometers away.

He 'experienced' a heavy rain that nearly destroyed the Artisan District, and then ran to kill the cultists of the Evil Insects, causing chaos in the city. He heard some news about the disaster after the rain, but he didn't have time to care.

Lorraine followed Zhou Qingfeng's side, trembling all over. The little girl was extremely frightened, if she was not lucky enough to meet Zhou Qingfeng, her whole family would inevitably end up in a situation of 'no one is a person, no ghost is not a ghost'.

"Every year or two, something like this happens in Coldwind City. Don't worry too much, there is no threat to the displaced people once they are driven out of the city.

None of the Dominions will take them in. Without food and medicine, these people will die in a short time, so the most we can do is collect their bodies and prevent the plague from breaking out. ”

Fabro made a judgment in a deep voice.

Just a few minutes earlier, a group of 100 homeless people had launched an attack on the estate. They were already dizzy from hunger, they couldn't run, and they were tired and panting from a distance of dozens of meters. The house slaves on the wall used a few hard bows to crush the homeless.

Desperate homeless people sit on the ground and cry for death. The people in the manor told them to die far away, to die somewhere else. In times of fear, the selfishness and ruthlessness of human beings are undoubtedly revealed.

Zhou Qingfeng's telescope looked to the other side, and a containment camp was built in a vacant lot a few hundred meters away from the manor. The camp is not small in size and is complex in organization.

"Your Excellency Hugo, what are you sure you want to do? This won't do you any good, but it will make you look too different, and it will even anger the nobles of Coldwind City. They don't want to see you do these things. ”

Fabro's tone was admonishing, but it didn't have any effect.

Zhou Qingfeng ordered Lorraine: "Raise the flag and tell the camp." About 700 meters to the south of them, there was a wave of displaced people of about 400 people, and an armed team was sent to contain the useful ones. The number of displaced people is large, so pay attention to safety. ”

Lorraine ran a few meters and pulled out a large 'second kick' from his pocket, lit it and exploded. The sound reached the containment camp a few hundred meters away.

The containment camp is only a simple fence, one and a half meters high. Behind the fence there are several watchtowers five or six meters high. The sentries on the watchtower also held binoculars, heard the sound of cannonballs, and immediately paid attention to the flag message sent by the manor.

With the strange maid, Zhou Qingfeng can be regarded as much easier. In particular, after the addition of Sophia, a keen and studious scholar, her ability to teach knowledge has been greatly strengthened.

In the past, communication basically relied on roaring, and Zhou Qingfeng also felt that the cost of information transmission was too high and the timeliness was too poor, but he never thought of any easy way to improve.

Nowadays, with flags during the day and lights at night, coupled with telescopes, very simple measures can increase the efficiency and range of communication by a hundred times.

As long as it is within visual range, there is no need to send someone to run after the order is issued, and the communication has been corrected within 500 meters. If it is a long distance, you can also set up a transit tower to get the 'wolf smoke' set.

Don't underestimate the distance of 500 meters, it's already a very amazing change. In the era of 'roaring', instant communication was only carried out within 50 meters. Beyond this distance, you can't even find anyone to contact.

Fabro stood on the wall of the manor, watching coldly as Zhou Qingfeng used a group of civilians and even displaced people to establish a communication system. This system is simple and efficient, and it is indeed convenient.

But as a wizard, Fabro resisted this convenience from the bottom of his heart. Communication is like a nerve, and fools should be dull and numb. If communication is developed, the brains of fools will become bright.

The 'Alchemy Chief' always felt that convenient communication should be controlled by the superiors, and even had to be carried out by the superiors. It doesn't matter if it's less efficient.

Let the bottom of society have this ability, just like an ignorant animal can suddenly speak, think and communicate, and even be like a human being who can get rid of fate and even look forward to the future, this is terrible!

But Fabro's exhortation was only verbal, and he got the hand-cranked centrifuge provided by Zhou Qingfeng. The device was so good that it would shut him up and make him pay attention to Victor. Hugo is a quasi-ally.

Maybe the two sides were hostile before, but as long as there are enough interests, anything can be said. Although this interest is fragile, it is sufficient for now.

The containment camp 500 meters away was built on a high ground, and the camp director was the elder Borg, who believed in the 'mother of the plague'. The coolie laborers who had built the storehouse in the city were now under the command of the dwarf witch doctor.

Coldwind drove the city's homeless people out for security purposes. Zhou Qingfeng immediately had a bold idea in his mind. He transferred more personnel and supplies from Harmony Village, and borrowed Fabro's manor territory to build a shelter camp.

The camp tower received information from Zhou Qingfeng and passed it loudly to the old Borg who was in the simple tent. An armed militia of fifty men immediately set off and appeared in front of the group of displaced people a few hundred meters forward.

The number of displaced people far exceeded Zhou Qingfeng's estimate, about seven or eight hundred. They nestled in a sunny slope to bask in the sun, helplessly waiting for death. Armed militiamen, wearing masks and carrying spears, shouted to pick who they needed.

"Get up, you're in luck. The benevolent Lord Hugo decided to take in a group of slaves. We have prepared camps, medicine and food, and some of you can live. ”

Forging spearheads, mechanical spear shafts, and force suppression make the homeless people fearful. The shouting and propaganda gave hope to the displaced people. Soon someone stumbled to their feet and pounced on the armed militia.

"Stand up for me." The militia captain had long expected the uproar of the homeless people, he drew his long knife with a cold light, and a dozen spearheads lined up side by side, "Whoever dares to rush into our formation will be killed immediately." We don't need to save everyone. ”

With the blessing of force, hundreds of displaced people could not resist. They were all hungry, and they were mentally and physically at their limits. Many people are unable to even stand up and need to be supported by others to move.

The armed militia is picking people, and they refuse as long as they are young and strong, and the old and weak. The number of women is small, and restrictions can be relaxed. But those who are seriously ill will never be accepted.

In the ranks of the displaced people, however, a few were stunned and unmoved. They watched as the elite of the displaced people were singled out by the armed militia, the old and weak were ruthlessly abandoned, and the effect of their own secret agitation disappeared in a blink of an eye.

A man with a hidden insect head shouted in anger, "Who sent this group?" He took away the sacrifice that my lord needed. ”