Chapter 50: The City of Arnus in the Eyes of the Indigenous People (Part I)

ps: I took a look at the comments on the post bar.,It's all about how to black sci-fi.,As for the name of the protagonist of the next book.,It seems that no one cares at all.。 Ranwen? ??．? ｒ?ａ?ｎ?? ｅ?ｎ `ｏｒｇ

Or it's better to call it Wang Qiu, a nickname Qiuqiu. I feel that the name Wang Qiu seems to have become one of the contemptible brands.

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Fantasy world, Falmat, Arnous hills

Today, the Arnous Hills are no longer visible as desolate mounds, but are completely encased in a huge city. Around the city, the once-soaked salt-brine marshes have been transformed into farmland, orchards, nurseries and pastures, as well as artificial lakes. Roads and trails weave through them, bridges over former valleys and cols, and clear snow from distant mountains flows along irrigation ditches into fields and reservoirs.

As for the streetscape in the city, it is quite modern, except for the lack of skyscrapers. If you don't consider the two exaggerated city walls around the periphery of "Arnoos City", which seem to have been moved out of "Attack on Titan", then it is probably equivalent to the level of a prosperous county in a developed coastal province in China.

However, the population living in the city is still surprisingly small. In addition to the more than 10,000 garrisons and more than 3,000 state employees, there are less than a thousand vetted volunteers who are allowed to live in the outer walls between the two walls and do some service work. Occasionally, a team of specially approved reporters will come to visit and report on the other world on the "door", but they are all day trips and are not allowed to stay overnight.

However, outside the current city walls of Arnous, it has gradually begun to become a little popular, even bustling......

“…… Ding dong! Good morning! It's seven o'clock in Arnoos local time! A new day has begun! It's time for hard-working people to get up! I'm today's on-duty announcer, cute puppy Polly! Next is today's morning song, "Perfume Lily" from another world......"

With the sweet call of a certain dog-eared girl, the subhuman refugees in the No. 3 purification camp at the foot of the mountain in the suburbs also opened their worried eyes and stumbled out of bed. Then, while listening to the cheerful music coming from the loudspeaker outside the door, they began to dress and wash, and all the refugees were checked twice a day, morning and evening, and those who did not meet the requirements were severely punished. Even races such as pig-headed people, who were accustomed to being sloppy in the past, have been taught by the otherworlders to know how to wash themselves clean with sticks, leather whips, electric shocks, and hungry food.

However, Mishali, a red-card prostitute in front of the Black Street of the Imperial Capital of the Winged People, was ready for a new day before that, as the saying goes, "the early bird gets the worm". Although the Winged Humans do not eat insects, they still preserve the habit of early risers. She had already woken up on the roof of the barracks as early as the end of the day, and now she had combed her wavy blonde hair and snow-white wings on her back.

Well, the habit of nesting and sleeping in high places is also a traditional custom of races such as the Winged Humans and Harpys. In the past, when she relied on laughter to make a living in the Black Street of the Imperial Capital, Mishalie directly found a big tree to build a nest on it. Even if they can't find a suitable tree, they try to sleep on the roof, according to them: "If there is something above your head blocking the sky, it will be very uncomfortable and it will be difficult to fall asleep." ”

Such a racial quirk used to make the administrator of the No. 3 purification camp scratch his head for this at the beginning, but fortunately, the refugee dormitories in the purification camp are all flat-roofed board houses, and the problem of sleeping a few "birds" on the roof is not too big. And when it rains, they also move into the house......

All in all, while the vast majority of the subhuman refugees in this purification camp were busy taking care of their hair, fur, and clothes in case they were spot-checked by the stewards, Mishalie could continue to lie on the roof, enjoying the fresh mountain breeze in the morning and a moment of leisure.

However, when the morning song played on the loudspeaker gradually ended, and the smell of food began to waft from the huge shed in the center of the purification camp, which served as a cafeteria, Mishalie had to jump out of the nest on the roof, pick up the plastic bowl issued to her, and line up to get her breakfast for the day.

As in previous days, the breakfast provided by Camp 3 today is still biscuits and hot soup: at the beginning, the authorities also provided bread as a staple food to the subhuman refugees. But the more than 30,000 Yaren refugees, plus the nearby mountain people who had been sheltered before, consumed a huge amount of bread every day, and it was really troublesome to transport and store. So later, in order to save trouble, the staple food was simply replaced with soda crackers that are smaller in size and easier to transport and preserve, and in the eyes of some people, it is already very humane to not let them nibble on expired compressed cookies.

The main content of hot soup has also been downgraded from vegetables and fresh meat at the beginning to dehydrated dried vegetables and canned aged meat in the strategic reserve warehouse, because there is oil and salt in the canned meat, so there is no need to prepare condiments, as long as when making the soup, let the indigenous men recruited from the refugees in Gota Village pour the prescribed share of dehydrated dried vegetables and canned meat into the cauldron, and then boil the water in the pot.

By the standards of modern Chinese, such a biscuit + stewed soup meal is naturally comparable to pig food, and as long as it is supplied for three consecutive days, it will definitely provoke mutiny. But for the natives of Farmatt, especially these subhuman refugees at the bottom of the otherworldly society, it was already a festive feast, at least much stronger than the black bread mixed with sawdust and grit, and the salted meat that was harder than wood.

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Now, the subhuman refugees in this No. 3 purification camp have been able to line up in front of the steaming soup pot in a very regular manner. But in the beginning, they were able to break their heads for a bowl of hot soup, and now their obedience is completely made by sticks.

Like the cultivation of modern personal hygiene habits, in order to let these indigenous residents on the Falmatt continent with loose discipline concepts develop the rules of queuing as quickly as possible, the only way that the relevant departments can come up with is stick education. The refugees from the former Gota Village, who now work for the Arnus City Government as the guard of the subhuman purification camp, were beaten enough by the prison guards temporarily seconded by the relevant departments for three meals a day and free clothing and shelter. Now it's their turn to use sticks to teach newcomers how to obey the rules, naturally they are all gearing up and being extremely fierce, waving the hard rubber stick loudly, and from time to time they catch an unlucky guy who forgets the rules and rushes into the queue and beats him hard.

However, even when they were beaten and rolled all over the ground by the sticks of the guards, these subhuman refugees only endured in silence. In fact, the torture and suffering, which was even worse than a few strokes of sticks, had already been enjoyed when they were in the purification camp, and first of all, their luggage and clothes were taken away and sterilized at high temperatures, and then they were divided into two groups, men and women, and were herded into a bathhouse of astonishing size, where each of them was given a piece of sulfur soap and a brush, and ordered to wash their whole body clean. If you don't wash it cleanly, you won't be allowed to come out, and as a result, many unlucky werewolves and cat people will be washed and shed.

Then there was another extremely shameful medical examination, from blood and urine tests to filming, and it was probably almost a gastroscopy. Some of the orcs who had not been washed to the point of losing their hair were shaved off because of skin diseases, so that they could be easily dressed. Eventually, each refugee was given an identity badge with a rope around their necks and told to eat with a sign in the camp and that they would be severely fined if they lost it.

I finally got through this toss, got back the luggage that was sent for unified disinfection and sterilization, received plastic cups and bowls for eating and drinking, as well as towels and toothpaste and toothbrushes, and ate a fragrant white bread and hot meat and vegetable soup to suppress the shock. You are not allowed to climb over the barbed wire fence to visit other decontamination camps, and you are only allowed to use cups, bowls, toothbrushes, and other things for your own use, and you are not allowed to exchange them. All personal belongings are to be placed on shelves in an orderly manner, spitting and defecation are not allowed, and they are not allowed to leave the barracks at night, even if they go out to the toilet, they must receive a "pass" from the sentry at the door to go out...... There were a lot of unheard of cumbersome rules, and these sub-human refugees, who were accustomed to being free and loose, rolled their eyes for a while, and they couldn't bear it.

However, under the roof, people have to bow their heads, and since they are counting on eating free relief food from the aliens, no matter how cumbersome the rules are, the subhuman refugees have no other choice but to accept and endure those truly unruly violent elements, and they usually do not stay among the refugees until now to eat. Therefore, the refugees finally chose to publicly swear to obey, expressing their willingness to obey all the orders of the aliens.

Seeing that a cat-eared girl was scolded by the fat aunt in charge of the cafeteria because she lost her identity card, Mishalie, who was queuing up with an empty bowl, couldn't help but sigh slightly, "...... Alas, it is really not easy to eat Chinese food! ”

At the beginning, these sub-human refugees called these strange human soldiers "green people" according to the color of each other's clothing, and later heard about their coming, and changed their names to "otherworlders", until they entered the purification camp and received a simple and rough education, these subhuman refugees finally dimly knew a little common sense about the other world, and finally learned to call them "Chinese".

However, although it is not easy to eat Chinese food, no matter how troublesome it is, it is much better than having no food at all. Rather than a daily gruel provided by the imperial government, the vast majority of subhuman refugees preferred to try to follow the red tape and then enjoy the sumptuous food provided by the Chinese. Moreover, the Chinese from other worlds not only took care of them three full meals a day, but also gave them free clothes to wear, and arranged good houses to live in those board houses and iron frame beds in the purification camp, which is simple enough in the eyes of modern people, but in the eyes of the natives of the other world, it is already much higher than their leaky thatched mud huts and straw piles that serve as beds. In particular, the huge pieces of transparent glass on the windows of each prefabricated house made the subhuman refugees speechless for a long time: in this world, glass is still a luxury......

Of course, there are a handful of fellows who have become wild and cannot stand any discipline at all, and after several failed club education, they are finally dragged out of the purification camp, supposedly stuffed into the mines where they are not seen in the light of day, and in short, no one has ever seen them again.

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After half an hour of breakfast, a group of Chinese soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms entered the No. 3 purification camp in a truck, and then under their drinking order, the refugees in the camp followed the leaders to go out to work or train the Arnous city government to do charity in the other world, although it is still a quarantine period, and they cannot be allowed to enter the urban area within the city walls, but they must also adhere to the principle of "no work, no food", and let them do some work outside the city. Or study and train in advance for future work.

For example, the pig-headed people in the camp were given a nail rake, and the bull-headed people were given hoes and plowshares, and then, under the supervision and instructions of local indigenous farmers, they reclaimed wasteland outside the city and cultivated all kinds of local unique crops. Otherwise, if you use the agricultural machinery used to grow corn to grow rice, and to plant strawberries according to the season of winter wheat, the result will definitely be no harvest. Nowadays, the only scientific way to deal with all kinds of unheard of and ignorant vegetables, fruits, herbs and crops from other worlds is to consult local indigenous farmers and ask them to cultivate according to traditional experience, and at the same time observe closely throughout the whole process until enough data has been collected.

As for werewolves, foxes, cat-people, and other groups that lacked agricultural talent, some were ordered to act as porters and carry luggage, and follow hunting and scientific expeditions around the nearby mountains, collecting samples of animals and plants, surveying the topography, minerals, and water sources. The other part was pulled to various construction sites in the suburbs, responsible for some manual work such as moving bricks and laying floors, which were difficult to replace by machinery, and they were tired and staggering when they came back every day.

Even the sub-human women and children who remained in the camp were assigned some simple manual work, weaving small crafts from grass stalks and reeds, or taking care of daily chores such as cleaning. Obviously, as the former red-card prostitutes in the black streets of the imperial capital, Mishalie and her little sisters were very impatient to do this kind of lack of oil and water, and after barely washing their clothes for a few days, they took the initiative to find a Chinese official who came to inspect the No. 3 purification camp, showing their occupation and identity, hoping to change to a "more professional counterpart" post.

However, after listening to the complaints of Mishalie and the sub-human street girls, the official did not take them to "comfort the soldiers", nor reprimanded them for their debauchery and debauchery with a look of contempt, but soon found a middle-aged woman called "Mama-san", who was said to be the proprietress of a brothel in another world, and came to give them "pre-job training". , the soul and the flesh are blended, the male and female guests have taken it, and you still need to teach that little bit of? But that "Mama-san" immediately used a neutral slap to show her professionalism.

“…… Don't look at you all blonde hair, blue eyes, long breasts and thighs, looking like angels, if you can't even sing and dance and make customers happy, how can you attract business? They speak so vulgarly, they really ruin your faces! What the? As long as you open your thighs, there will be men who are willing to pay for it! Joke! Don't sell meat for a bad job! Nowadays, all industries are sluggish, and the guests who are really willing to spend a lot of money are very picky, pay attention to what mood, what cosplay they like to play, and what situational role games...... If you want to make a lot of money, you have to have quality! Diathesis! ”

After a mouth-wrenching reprimand, these warblers in the black streets of the imperial capital were speechless as far as Mishalie and the sub-human street girls knew, those top famous prostitutes who really haunted the upper class of the empire, made many rich and nobles fall under the pomegranate skirts, and lived a luxurious life and made money, were also good at singing and dancing, proficient in literature and etiquette, and were by no means comparable to them, the lower class warblers who mixed in the black streets.

However, no matter how much they yearn for these top courtesans, there is no place to learn relevant knowledge, they can only silently envy, envy and hatred in their hearts, and now the people of the other world seem to have plans to cultivate them in that direction, so they must naturally grasp it firmly, and they must not give up the opportunity easily.

Therefore, after breakfast, Mishalie, who was the head of the eldest sister, took a group of little sisters of different races to a clearing near the barbed wire fence at the edge of the camp to listen to the teachings of the "Mama-san" adult, and outside the barbed wire, there were many idlers watching curiously.

“…… Today's lesson is still the same as yesterday, first practice the simplest square dance! Now put on the music...... Lift my arms and thighs up for me! One, two, three, jump! You're my little apple, like the most beautiful cloud in the sky......"

So, in the unrestrained melody of a modern Chinese platinum-level "brain-burning divine comedy", all the orcs from another world with exposed clothes, different hair colors, and graceful demeanor once again scratched their heads and danced a square dance...... (To be continued.) )