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After the value of the displaced people is squeezed out, they will die in despair and disperse in despair. After they dispersed, they also died on the road. In such a situation, the crisis will be resolved. This is the case in all countries and regions throughout the world, and the government does not have a suitable plan for how to help the victims. Of course, there are also some accidental cases, that is, the power of the displaced people has swelled to an extremely large extent, the city will be broken, and the disaster will continue for some time.

This year's situation is somewhat different from previous disaster years.

A group of officers and soldiers from the south appeared below the county seat of Fangping.

These people are neatly styled, and the ranks are neatly arranged. The spear in his hand was so strong that just standing there made people feel a kind of oppression, as if they were out of breath, and their breathing became a little shorter. The cavalry rode around the victims, and the cavalry looked like they had been trained for a long time and had excellent riding skills. The sudden appearance of officers and soldiers made the victims feel very frightened. One by one, they gathered together, and their eyes were full of frightened eyes.

Are these officers and soldiers here to kill people?

A middle-aged officer, who seemed to be the leader, walked out. He is tall, with long eyebrows and thin eyes, and his facial features look extremely square. Dressed in black iron armor, he was majestic, and he was awe-inspiring between his expectations.

It is impossible for displaced people to pay attention to hygiene. The dead and the living are mixed together. The smell of corpses, excrement, and the smell of the homeless people were mixed together, and the smell of the noonday sun made people want to vomit. But the middle-aged officer walking in the crowd always had a kind and emotional expression on his face.

Yang Yi was one of Yang Tianhong's generals who stayed in the Chu country, and he was also the presiding officer of the affairs sent to the north to collect the victims. He brought 5,000 Xuanhuo troops in order to transport all the victims of the Northland to Anju and enrich the population there.

Dozens of men in strong suits stood on Yang Yi's side and left and right. Several people were armed with weapons to protect them, and the rest were responsible for quickly erecting a platform in the open space. Beside. More than a dozen carts were removed from the fence and piled together to form a large wooden platform. There were hundreds of large baskets on top, full of food.

Something is strange. No one notices how the food comes from. The movements of the officers and soldiers in building earthen platforms and gathering carts were clearly seen by the displaced people. I just don't know when these hundreds of big baskets will appear. What's even more surprising is that there is so much grain in the basket, and it is not the gruel that the gentry officials in Fangping County originally used for relief. Rather, it is made of sorghum flour, a solid multigrain cake. It smells very good, and I wonder if there is oil and salt in it.

People who have been hungry for a long time have an instinctive madness about food. Especially under the temptation of the strong aroma of food, the homeless people suddenly became agitated. A few of the displaced people standing at the front were red-eyed with hunger, and they did not listen to the orders of the officers and soldiers, and rushed to the platform desperately, trying to reach out and grab a few pieces of bread from the basket. The officers and soldiers waiting next to him scolded repeatedly, and the steel knife in his hand cut down on the spot mercilessly. Several human heads suddenly flew into the air. The body that lost its head staggered and slowly fell to the ground.

There was chaos at the scene, with shouting and cursing. The homeless people behind let out a hoarse scream. The crowd in front of them was terrified and pushed back. There was no order at all. The officers and men shouted at the crowd with a metal horn of strange shape, which seemed to be rolled up with thin iron sheets.

"Don't mess around, line up and come one by one. ”

"Everybody has a share. If anyone dares to step forward and rob indiscriminately, the guy who was cut off just now is a role model. ”

"The old man, the woman and the child are in front. The young man is behind. In order, the swords and guns have no eyes, and if you want to die, you can try it yourself. ”

The commotion is a commotion, but no one dares to rush up and make trouble. The homeless people can see that these wolf-like officers and soldiers are very fierce, even if they are kung fu with fists and feet. It's not at all that the emaciated self can resist. What's more, what people say is also very reasonable, if you take the opportunity to make trouble, it must be a dead word. If you are honest and obedient, you may be able to get food.

The allure of multigrain cakes is simply irresistible. Many people couldn't help but swallow their saliva, and many people subconsciously crowded to the front, but they were stopped back by angry scolding and random beatings. The officers and men did not spare the slightest hand for the homeless people who broke the rules, and when they were beaten on their bodies with iron-clad sticks, they would be crippled on the spot. After a violent beating, there were already dozens of dying young men screaming in pain on the ground. The homeless people also understood the other party's behavior, saying that snatching food will kill you, then you must really kill people. As a result, the chaos was immediately shaken.

The homeless people are not afraid of death, but if they are not afraid of death, they will not beg for food in Fangping County. As soon as Yang Yi arrived with the fierce Xuanhuo Army, with knives and guns and clubs, the homeless people no longer dared to be reckless.

The officers and men distributed food very regularly, and each person had a piece of bread, neither more nor less. They were all shouting for the homeless people to eat all around, and then let the team behind them continue to move forward. Someone who cares took a look, and dozens of people have been erected around this kind of food distribution platform, and people in the distance are also surrounding. Come to think of it, this should be the relief organized by the government.

A palm-sized piece of bread is clearly not enough to satisfy your stomach. It's not that Yang Yi doesn't want to have more hair, but if he is hungry for too long, he will inevitably die if he suddenly eats too much. Everyone understands this truth, but they are so hungry that they can't manage so much at all. Some of the able-bodied homeless people ate their bread in two bites and snatched it from the women and dolls. In this case, the soldiers of the Xuanhuo Army who were in charge of guarding would not show mercy at all, and immediately beckoned from the side with a few sticks, or simply slashed down with a volley of knives, directly cutting the robber into two pieces.

That's right, the grandfather really needs these homeless people to enrich Anzhou. But rules are rules, and killing a few homeless people to deter others is not a waste of resources. What's more, this kind of person who doesn't even talk about basic morality will be killed if he kills it.

The bread in the large basket of hundreds of mouthfuls was soon distributed. The homeless people at the back of the line were disappointed and angry. I thought everyone had it, but I didn't expect that it would be my turn to be gone. Just when they had nowhere to vent their anger and wanted to rush forward and shout, they saw a scene that they will never forget.

Several soldiers climbed up to the platform, each carrying a pocket the size of an ordinary bag. They untied the tethers from their pockets. Pieces of bread were poured out of it, and soon the empty basket was filled to the brim.

Many homeless people rubbed their eyes vigorously, thinking they were dazzled. How can such a small bag hold so much food? Who would believe such a thing if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes?

The Qiankun bag is already the most common equipment in the cultivation world. However, between the mundane. But it is an extremely mysterious treasure. Monks usually don't have much contact with the world, and a situation like Yang Tianhong, who is a member of the Guiyuan Sect on the one hand, and the Duke of Chu on the other, is even more unique. Yang Yi only had 5,000 officers and soldiers with him, and even if he transported food from Fuzhou for a long distance, it would be a drop in the bucket for millions of victims. The most fundamental and effective method is to use Qiankun bags to transport grain.

Yang Yi's order was simple: divide all the victims into a team and send them to Fuzhou in order. As soon as you get there, there is a fleet of ships waiting. These people were sent to Anju in batches.

Naturally, it is much better for someone to lead the action than for the homeless people to run around like headless flies. It's just that not all homeless people will believe Yang Yi's words. Some people think that this will be a trap of the government? Let everyone go south, maybe they will start arson and kill people somewhere? and some people think that it is better not to go anywhere, just stay on Fang Ping's side. After all, the further south you go, the farther you get from home. This year of drought cannot last like this. God has to rain. This went to the south, and God knows when it will come back?

Some are cautious and hesitant. Others just can't wait. There are millions of displaced people, and it is impossible for Yang Yi to explain them one by one. In a word. Those who are willing to go will form a team and set off immediately, and those who are not willing to go will not be forced. That night, several groups of people followed the guidance of the Xuanhuo officers and soldiers and headed towards the south.

Those who remain will no longer have much to eat. At dawn, the news quickly spread among the homeless people. Those who do not want to leave will no longer be able to get food. It's useless to cry and scream. On this issue, Yang Yi resolutely carried out Yang Tianhong's order -- just stand up and walk. There is food to eat. Conversely, starvation to death is starvation.

News kept coming back from the teams that had already set off in front. There was food, porridge, and bread. Looking at the rice soup on the faces of the people who came back to report the news, even the homeless people who didn't want to leave their homes were moved. This kind of season. What could be more appealing than to live?

......

Zhang Yan had a bird gun in front of him.

When he saw this kind of thing for the first time, Zhang Yan didn't associate it with the word "weapon" at all. I have the impression that weapons either have sharp edges, or they are extremely heavy like steel hammers. An object like this is a pipe, Zhang Yan doesn't say that he has seen it, and he has never even heard of it.

Yang Tianhong rehearsed the process of shooting a bird gun in front of Zhang Yan. At the same time, he bluntly said: This kind of bird gun is just an immature experiment, and even ordinary iron armor cannot be worn at a specified distance. If you can't shoot at close range, you won't have much power. Anzhou is still continuing to develop a new type of firearm that is more powerful and easier to operate. It's just that the thing has been made, and what we have to see now is that Zhang Yan can use the spiritual energy here, and turn the ordinary bird gun into a magic weapon that can be driven by spiritual energy.

Zhang Yan is simply fascinated by birds. From gunpowder to bullets, he had to study them carefully. The danger of gunpowder Zhang Yan was not mentally prepared at all. The people of the Fire Hall have become instinctive when it comes to controlling fire. There were several explosions in the laboratory, and Yang Tianhong had to arrange for people to bring gunpowder over again and again. Zhang Yan himself was not comfortable, because he did not abide by the rules and regulations, he himself was almost blown up alive.

Monks are also human beings. The explosion was so high that even Mahayana monks could hardly resist the power of gunpowder. However, according to Yang Tianhong's calculations, it is too difficult to blow up the Mahayana master alive. Even if it is the most powerful *** in another world, I am afraid it will take tens of thousands of tons, and it will be detonated in a closed and narrow space to achieve this effect.

Psionic energy is a very magical energy. To put it simply, it is more like gunpowder is highly purified and stored in the form of crystalline energy. Ordinary gunpowder has limited lethality for monks, and if the power energy used to drive the bird gun is replaced with spirit stones, the effect will naturally be completely different.

This is what Zhang Yan is doing now.

Yang Tianhong ordered the people below to get a few pigs, and the fat pigs were covered with armor. Zhang Yan shot at close range with a bird's gun, and the poor pig was beaten in half. The armor was blasted out of a big hole.

If you can kill a pig, so can a bullet hit a human. Looking at the bloody pig, Zhang Yan fell into deep thought.

This is definitely an unprecedented powerful weapon. The crux of the matter is, how can the energy in the spirit stone be extracted and truly used in actual combat?

According to the drawings, Zhang Yan created two Xuantie bird guns. Ordinary Bird Guns made of mortal iron can only use gunpowder. If it is driven by spirit stones, it will not be able to withstand the vibration amplitude of strong energy at all. But even so, the bird gun in Zhang Yan's hand still couldn't fire normally. After all, the spirit stone is not gunpowder, although Zhang Yan knows how to absorb the energy in the spirit stone, he can't use this energy for the bird's gun.

And so things came to a standstill.

Yang Tianhong was not in a hurry. He was very patient. Of course, it is best to be able to make a Psionic Firebolt. If you fail, you have nothing to lose. However, the other world has long proved that science and technology are the primary productive forces. The threshold for transitioning from cold weapons to hot weapons is not high. A lot of things are far more mysterious than they seem. The craftsmen were able to make bird guns that far surpassed this era in Anju, and similar shooting weapons would naturally appear in the cultivation world. The lifespan of a monk is much higher than that of ordinary people. Even if Zhang Yan has spent thousands of years in this area, Yang Tianhong still feels that it is worth it.

That's how things go by and on. When guns appeared, the cannons naturally wouldn't be too far away. Now, things are generally going in my favor. The opening of the big city of Lizhou is imminent, and with a stable source of income, the army will naturally not be a problem. The situation in Anju is getting better and better, and with the large number of displaced people, the total amount of food produced each year will only increase. According to Yang Tianhong's plan. There is a stable logistics base.

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The northern part of the Chu State, Youzhou.

The season when the snow melts. At a glance, it is no longer the white expanse, and the grass on the flat grassland has re-emerged buds. Cattle and sheep chirp happily, telling that a new season has arrived. This time of year is a time of hope on the prairie. The grassland may not be as colorful as summer or full of laughter as autumn, but it is the most anticipated time after the cold and cold winter. The women who had been in the tent for a whole winter showed their bodies in the sun. They stepped out of the thick blankets.

Compared with the Central Plains countries in the south, it is really difficult for the Rongdi women on the grassland to make people have a sense of so-called beauty. They are very athletic, and their waists are extremely large to be exact. The long-term life of feeding on beef and mutton makes these women exude a strong fishy smell at any time. In the bitterly cold winter days, tallow tin fat is an indispensable good thing to infiltrate the skin. But even so. The women's skin could hardly resist the knife-like white-haired wind. It is said that the white plague is one of the most terrifying natural disasters on the grassland, and women must pay the price for the disaster. They are destined to have nothing to do with words like beauty, even if they are born with the color of the country, after years of hard work, they are also like dead trees, and their complexion is forever solidified between the strong contrast of black and red.

This year's situation is a little different than in previous years. Dadan Yu Tuyuhun had already issued an order: most of the men on the grassland had already gone south with the army. Almost all of the people left behind on the grassland are old and young and women.

In winter, the grassland will always only have the pale sky and the white plains, and spring is coming, and the earth is dressed up with new colors, but there are only green grass buds, and the color of the grassland is very monotonous, resulting in the color representing whether a tribe is strong or not. Women living in powerful tribes have colorful clothes, while women in small tribes have monotonous clothes that are always gray plush.

Yes, colors, beautiful colors. As long as it's a woman, there's no one who doesn't like colors. However, there are only a few colors that can be used to dress up clothes on the grassland. The legendary Rouge Mountain, and only the nobles who have permission to go up to pick flowers. It was a legend many years ago that ordinary herders were able to pick red and blue flowers freely in the mountains. Now, it has become a forbidden place for the nobles of various tribes. It is said that the beautiful flowers produced on the mountain belong only to the most beautiful Shan Yu Yan.

I heard that those countries in the south have a lot of beautiful clothes. The women there are naturally beautiful, and their ability to wear makeup and dress up is far beyond that of any woman on the grassland. Their clothes are brightly colored, not at all the homespun cloth dyed with white mud on the grassland. There is also silk, which should be a beautiful existence similar to Yunxia in the legend. It's very light and slippery, and you can't feel the presence of the fabric at all when you wear it. There are so many legends about silk on the grassland, but only a few women have seen them. After all, compared to the broken promises, iron pots, and cotton cloths that are most needed in life, the beautiful and expensive silk is really beyond the reach of the prairie women.

On a peaceful morning, the women of the Aries tribe carried wooden bucket pockets as usual, humming songs about the deeds of the warriors. The crisp female voice is echoed by the river, and in the sound of the rising sun, the women of the Aries tribe sing that the army is about to enter the southern country, snatching beautiful clothes and adding color to the tribe, singing the good battle of the warriors, and the people of the southern Chu country will cry in the scimitar, singing and singing uncontrollably, waiting for the men to return, the tribe will have new slaves. (To be continued.) )