Rutsford knew he was going to take over a mess, but he didn't expect it to be this bad.

In the face of a sudden disaster, only by unanimating the upper and lower levels can we resist it, and now it seems that the situation is extremely unoptimistic.

The tsunami washed away the northeastern corner of Jagenke, and now, half of the city in the southwestern corner is safe.

A large number of victims rushed to the southwest, and the insatiable nature of the big business groups was exposed, on the one hand, they raised the price of daily necessities and hoarded Juqi, and on the other hand, they arranged a strong defensive line, and ordered the captain of the city defense team, Balin, to build a huge ice wall to isolate the southwest of Jagenke from the affected area, and set up a strong defense line along the ice wall, and anyone who dared to cross the line would be mercilessly killed.

This icy wall is known as the "Bahrain Wall". It brutally split Jacques in two, and completely tore the relationship between the common and the rich.

On one side is the sound of crying all over the place, and on the other side is the song and dance of the warbler.

Rusfou suggested that the big conglomerates partially open the Bahrain Wall and recruit some skilled victims, on the one hand, to supplement the cheap labor, and on the other hand, to somewhat calm the anger of some of the victims. In addition, he suggested selling goods at low prices, lowering tariffs, and increasing trade with mainland countries to hedge against the impact of Stanford goods.

Both proposals were rejected by the big consortium.

Since Stanford began to poach workers with high wages, a large number of Jagenk workers have fled, and some enterprises have even had labor shortages, and factory owners have had to raise workers' wages, which is almost the life of factory owners, and now there is hope for a solution to this problem, as long as a sufficient number of victims are maintained, and the role of the labor reservoir can be maximized, wages can be pushed down fiercely.

Look at how many poor people are waiting to eat outside the walls of Bahrain!

As for the second proposal, it is even more unlikely to be adopted.

The tsunami has hit Jacque's production capacity hard, and if you allow the influx of mainland goods at this time, won't you uproot the local factories?

As for the refugees not being able to survive? I'm sorry, who caused it, who to find!

Rusford, you are just a disguise, a scapegoat that can be thrown at any time, and you dare to make suggestions?

Luxford couldn't sleep at night, tossing and turning.

"This year's spring is colder than usual, and how can the refugees who are wallowing in the muddy water live? ”

He laughed self-deprecatingly, if it weren't for his own tricks and self-defeating, now, it should be time to integrate all the forces of the North Sea and compete with the mainland countries!

Jagenke's stable and prosperous situation, Stanford's superb technology, coupled with my scheduling arrangement, the mainland country, which one can be an opponent!

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world.

What the future holds, let's take it one step at a time.

At this time, there was a soft knock on his bedroom door: "Father, it's me, are you sleeping?"

Rustford rolled over and sat up: "It's Kushner, I haven't slept yet, come in." ”

Kushner was like a schoolboy who had made a mistake: "Father, I'm sorry, I ...... Kicked out. ”

Rustford smiled: "Look, what did I say, your Uncle Alfran didn't have the last laugh." Now, his family can't even afford to hire a servant, so of course he can't keep you for dinner. ”

"So, we, what are we going to do?"

"It seems that you also know that our family is not optimistic now. ”

"Either we run away. ”

Rustford laughed, "Silly son, it's not there yet. Don't worry, I have a solution. I ask you, what would you do if you had too bad a hand?"

"Flip the table and stop playing. ”

"Yes, I need a chance, I need a chance. Wait and see, it's almost there!"

Luxford's instincts were accurate. Early the next morning, a portrait spread through the streets of Jacque.

It was a 3-year-old boy who had died outside the walls of Bahrain.

His parents tried to cover him with a worn blanket and sneaked across the Bahrain wall to the southwest, but they were waiting for them to rain arrows from the top of the wall.

The little boy was not shot in the vital point, and he was terrified, and cried in a pool of blood.

The people at the top of the wall and under the wall were stunned. They remained motionless and watched as the young body gradually lost its life.

For the wealthy who drink coffee and talk about which golf course is better, it's just an after-dinner conversation.

But for the people inside and outside the walls, it was the last straw that broke their fragile nerves.

yes, now we're lucky to be fine, what if the tsunami happens again?

In the afternoon of the same day, countless postings appeared on the streets and alleys, and the content was the same: "The time of death is coming!"

Jacques declared a state of emergency, imposed a curfew, and a large number of military and police took to the streets, but they were surprised to find that there were no people walking on the streets, and everything was surprisingly quiet.

Once again, Luxford suggested that the mood of the population was about to explode and that if no action was taken, it would lead to unforeseen consequences.

This time, after thorough research and careful consideration, the big consortium reluctantly agreed to put some food and medicine outside the wall to calm the mood. But that amount even Kushner shook his head and smiled wryly when he saw it.

At about 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Stanford sent someone to contact him, saying that in the spirit of humanity, he was willing to provide a batch of food and medicine to the refugees free of charge, and the first batch of rescue ships had already departed.

Luxford suddenly secretly complained, at this time, whether to accept it or not to accept it is a big trouble. However, accept that at least there is a little room for manoeuvre.

The big conglomerates arrogantly rejected Stanford's request for assistance, saying where you came from and where you went back.

The Stanford envoy's expression was wonderful, and when he was about to leave the door, his eyes were pitying, as if to say that the dignitaries in the Jagenk Chamber were idiots.

At about 5 p.m., the Stanford fleet docked and found that it could not find a dock to moor. Thousands of refugees rushed to the beach, using their hands and shoulders to carve out a path through the mud and rubble, and then the Stanford fleet dispatched four flat-headed landing assault ships to force the beach and carry relief supplies ashore along the road opened by the refugees.

Tents, lunch boxes, medicine ...... A steady stream of water flows out of the boat. The landed rescue team transferred the injured and seriously ill refugees to the ship, and then sent them to the rear floating island base for emergency treatment. The engineering team seized the time and worked with the able-bodied refugees to repair the wharf.

By about 10 p.m., 40,000 refugees had gathered on the beach, and Stanford's Second Fleet arrived, this time all but two frigates.

Perhaps a finding of conscience, Jacques acquiesced to Stanford's bailout.

Under the walls of Bahrain, the courtyard is deserted. Almost all the refugees flocked to the sea.

Wrapped in thick coats, Mr. Rusford and Mr. Kushner watched the bodies of fallen refugees and the mess of improvised camps from the top of the Bahrain wall, silent.

"Mr. Luxford, Master Kushner. ”

Rusfou didn't reply: "Commander Mosaria, you're back." ”

"Why, why is this happening!"

"You keep talking about disaster relief, why are you from the southwest?"

Seeing that the two began to talk about business, Kushner, who had no position, confessed his guilt and went to contact the dock.

"Because, because the port and dock in the northeast corner were completely destroyed, we are warships, and we lack large machines to ......"

"Enough. Originally, I expected you to find out in your conscience that you could use the army in your hands to say a few words for the refugees. ”

"Subordinate, subordinate miscalculated......"

"Everyone's motives will deviate from the starting point, and then make the world out of each other's fallacies, hehe, don't blame yourself too much. It's always good to be able to retain a little bit of energy. ”

"What are we going to do now?"

"Maintain this half of the city. Hopefully, there will be a turnaround. Look at the old men behind us, not a single one of them came here to take a look! Even Governor Darker of Stanford himself came to direct the rescue. I really don't know if this governor of Jacqueques is me or me. If he organizes a campaign now, it is estimated that he will be elected with a high vote. Let's hope something doesn't happen to him. ”

Mosaria was taken aback: "This, why?"

As soon as his unilateral armistice came out, we could not and could no longer be his enemies. The tsunami has nothing to do with him, but he is so zealous, and it doesn't matter what the purpose is, but in the hearts of the refugees, his status is second only to the god of the sea......, right?

Mosaria's face was already like that of a dead man.

At this time, Kushner shouted and pounced: "Father, father, it's not good, it's not good!"

Rustford said angrily: "What's the matter, say!"

"Duck...... Governor Dark, at the docks, assassinated! Assassinated by the Assassins who mingled with the refugees! Father, father?"

Rustford passed out in his wheelchair.

At 3 a.m. on April 20, 1645, Duck, the governor of Stamford Floating Island, was assassinated while on his way to Jagenk to provide relief to refugees. The murderer was caught on the spot and attempted suicide. After interrogation, it turned out that the assassination order was issued by Mosaria, the commander of the Jagenke fleet, and it was planned by staff officer Mattis, and the background of Mattis's big consortium was also exposed.

The killer is very vicious, and even after being caught, he insists that Duck is a demon who can not only create fog, but also use some evil spell to cause a tsunami. Had it not been for the Stanford military's efforts to maintain order, he would have been nearly torn to pieces by angry refugees.

At about 5 o'clock in the morning, there were two emergency messages from the Stamford floating island. First, Stanford will continue to provide assistance to refugees to the best of its ability. Second, in view of the hostile conduct of official Jacank, the unilateral ceasefire agreement shall be null and void with immediate effect.

Jacques remained calm.

The main fleet has rushed back, you have a bunch of transport ships, what can you do with me?

What is the credibility of a unilateral investigation report? Isn't the world ultimately going to rely on fists?

What they don't know is that stupidity and arrogance have torn Jacquek apart, and the trident of the sea god has been raised high.