ff37; u85c0f; 8bf4; 66f4; 65b0; 6700; 5feb; 5c0f; 8bf4; 9605; 8bfb; 7f51; In the midst of the surging crowd, Mohr, a soldier of the 5th Company of the 506th Regiment of the 101st Division of the Eastern Legion, stood at the gate of the city of Viji, shouting hoarsely and trying to stabilize his figure.

At this moment, he felt like he was standing in the middle of the waves, the waves kept rushing over, no matter how hard he tried, but the tide would still swallow him at any time.

In front of the city gate, there were countless people walking towards this side. The mountains and fields are full of their figures, from the front of them to the horizon, as if they are endless.

Because they have all gotten terrible news: the demons are coming~!

Those bloodthirsty demons, infanticides, cold-blooded perverts...... They're coming~!

After a painful defeat last time, they hibernate for a thousand years, and then they set foot on the land of the Terrans again.

Although a thousand years have passed, human beings will not forget that in the last war, the undead and demon armies were rampant on the land of mankind, killing and poking at will.

Iron rode through, leaving behind patches of corpses and a sea of blood.

And now, here they are again~!

Therefore, these Rumans, who lived in the north of the empire, did not hesitate to abandon their houses and land before the Semitic army arrived, burned themselves and immediately harvested the wheat fields, and fled south with their families.

These Ruman people knew very well in their hearts that not a single grain of grain could be reserved for the invading demon villains - even if it was the food they regarded as life, they could burn it without hesitation.

As long as they can cause trouble to the enemy, no matter what they do, they don't care.

Because they know that the demons are the mortal enemies of mankind, and the grievances between the two sides cannot be washed away even if they pour out the water of the rivers and seas, and they can only end when one side falls.

If it weren't for faith in the future, knowing that the empire would be victorious, these vicious Rumans would have planned to leave even before leaving. Poison the well water, throw a few dead rats, dead pigs or something.

As long as those demons take a sip, they will definitely foam at the mouth and roll their eyes within five minutes. Compared with the five-step gut-breaking grass and the half-step with a smile, the top-notch poisons such as one-day death scatter are effective. Of course, if they have the physique of the legendary Tang people, then there is only another story.

They fled their homes, non-stop. Day and night to the south,

They had a common goal - the city of Viz.

Vizi was the center of the north and a fortified military fortress built on the edge of the mountains and rivers. Easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The inner and outer three-story city defense system is tall and sturdy, and each gate is built with an urn city.

Over the centuries, in the wars between the Empire and the Barbarians, it has withstood the test of countless wars and never fell.

The city of Viji is the steel barrier to the north of the empire.

When the people of Ruman learned the news of the demon clan's call, their first reaction was to flee to Weiji City, and it would be safe to flee there.

The people of the north all flocked to the city, which also caused great pressure on the city.

Every day begins with the opening of the city gates, and there are no less than 10,000 people crowded in front of the gates of Viji.

There is a backpack package. There are walkers with small children in their arms, people pushing carts full of luggage, people leading old sows, and ox carts and horse-drawn carts.

Even the nobleman's sedan mixed in with the crowd, moving forward with difficulty.

People shouted, shouted, shouted. In the middle, there are also the cries of children, the scolding and reprimands of adults, and the sound of cows and horses.

The various voices mingled and turned into a huge and terrible hustle and bustle, reaching straight into the sky.

Mor's mind was full of buzzing sounds, and he was distraught as he stood outside the city gates trying to maintain order.

On the roof of the carriage next to him, a local official of Weiji stood with a microphone in his hand and shouted hoarsely to everyone: "Don't mess around. Go inside, follow the signs to the temporary camp, don't mess around~!"

But at this time, due to the infection of the people around them, these Ruman people who fled their homes were all panicked. As if they were afraid that if they were one step slower, the demons would be killed, so they used all their strength to drill into the city desperately.

Moore was squeezed backwards by the refugees in front of him, and several strong men were also shy, desperately burrowing into the crowd, and a few children next to him were crying.

In this case, Moore's temper was not very good. Especially when he saw those big men bullying women and children, he was even more furious.

He scolded indignantly, "your grandmother." ”

Then, throwing the weapon in his hand to the side, he rushed into the crowd - he was afraid that he would not be able to control it, and slaughtered those sluts.

Moore squeezed into the crowd, then grabbed the unruly young man and threw him out.

The man fell heavily to the ground, screamed, and rolled on the ground several times, but before he could figure out what was going on, Mohr had already followed, kicked him hard, and then dragged him up from the ground, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Lao Tzu is not here to do this across two thousand miles." ”

With that, he slipped the guy back into the crowd on the side.

The other soldiers next to him, like Moore, chose the recent simple and crude method of saying that it was useless, punching and kicking the unruly people in front of them, beating them up and screaming, and honestly returning to the crowd.

The refugees squeezed through the gate, and their vision suddenly opened up to the wide main road of the city.

The roads were still crowded, but the atmosphere in the city was much more relaxed - the refugees who had entered the city could finally breathe a sigh of relief, protected by the tall walls and the soldiers, and they were safe.

The streets were lined with heavily armed soldiers, waving to the crowd and signaling them to move forward, shouting, "Follow the signs to the makeshift settlement." ”

Routes are drawn in striking red paint, indicating the direction of the makeshift camps, and signs read "Free medical care and food provided" in large letters.

Those who had money or relatives to take refuge in naturally didn't care, and left as if they hadn't seen it, but those Ruman people who only had a little food left on their bodies walked quickly to the temporary settlement as if they had seen a savior.

This so-called temporary settlement was actually just an open space in the original city, which had been carved out by the defenders and put up improvised tents, and the tents were already filled with refugees from the north.

White lime divides the temporary settlement into different sections, marking the roads and functional areas.

The entrance is where the food is distributed, and a group of soldiers guards it. Refugees are provided with simple coarse bread, pickled vegetables and hot soup.

Normally, this is a poor quality food eaten by the poorest people, but now it is delicious.

It is impossible for the city of Viji to provide them with any good things, and the food must be as economical as possible.

Although there is a steady stream of food and supplies, the pressure on the supplies is still very great, and the worried quartermasters all lose a lot of their hair, because once the city is surrounded, the supplies cannot be replenished. The soldiers and civilians of the whole city, plus hundreds of thousands of refugees, could only rely on food stocks to hold on.

The refugees who had just entered the resettlement site immediately devoured their food, and they fled in a hurry for fear of being overtaken by the terrible demons. A good meal was not eaten either.

A white-robed priest roamed the crowd, chanting aloud the Gospel from the Divine Code and comforting the frightened refugees.

Everywhere they went, the refugees all bowed down and saluted, with a face of piety.

Just as refugees who had lost their homes and possessions sat in their humble tents, munching on unpalatable multigrain bread, a strange group of people suddenly appeared in the camp

They are strange because they are dressed out of place with the refugees, who are neatly dressed. His face was white, and he looked like a superior person. But all of these superior people were extremely kind, and they always had sincere smiles on their faces.

When people saw it, they all felt a little hairy, and they couldn't help but tighten their wallets.

But those people didn't care.

They walked into the tents and greeted the refugees politely. When encountering small children, they will also take candy out of their pockets.

When the refugees looked at these "masters", from the initial surprise to the vigilance, they showed their identities one after another, took out a business card, and said: "We from the Flying Eagle Group, I don't know when the war will end, are you interested in finding a job?"

The refugees he questioned looked at the uninvited man in surprise. After coming to his senses, he nodded immediately.

Who wouldn't want a job?

They can't just wait for a small amount of relief food to take care of the whole family.

Having a job undoubtedly means more and better food, as well as a stable place to live. These are all things they desperately need.

And, Flying Eagle Group, who doesn't know?

It was a large state-owned company, and the boss was Leole's second master, the dignified little grandfather of the empire. The future Emperor Xià.

A well-sounding iron rice bowl~!

After entering, he did a good job, and he was appreciated by Second Master Lei, and he suddenly soared. Maybe in the future, Second Master Lei will ascend the throne, and he will be able to be an official and be knighted or something.

Usually even if you break your head, you may not be able to grab a good thing. Now at this time, it's actually your turn?

A lot of people almost can't believe it. With his mouth wide open, he looked at the person in a daze.

Seeing that the other party's heart was moved, the people of the Flying Eagle Group immediately puffed up their tongues and said, "You see, I don't know how long this war will have to last, and Weiji City is no longer safe. We offer you an opportunity and a job to leave the city of Viji.

The Flying Eagle Group is gathering workers to pay a monthly salary of one gold coin to the Ruman people, including food and shelter. If you are excellent, you can also get free study at Lanxiang Senior Technical School.

I won't learn this term, and I will learn again for free in the next term...... Uh, sorry. This sentence just now doesn't count, I'm used to admissions before. Haha, hahaha......"

This condition soon impressed the Rumans, who had lost their homes, and the most exciting of them was to leave the city of Vizis and head south.

It's about to turn into a battlefield, and the 500,000 demon army will besiege the city of Viji, and while the Rumans are confident that they can eventually defeat the damned demons, who knows how long the city will be surrounded by enemies.

Of course, it would be nice to be able to get out of here.

Of course, there are also many who are reluctant to leave their homes in the north.

Those who have lived by the land all their lives have an extremely optimistic attitude towards the war, believing that the war will soon be over.

When the time comes, they will be able to go back immediately. If you're lucky, you might be able to catch the tail of autumn sowing and plant whatever you want.

People who are willing to work for the Eagle Group will sign a contract, then bring their family members and travel south under the care of the Eagle Group.

Nowadays, with the popularization of steam engines, there is a huge demand for personnel in society. Plus. The huge demand generated by the war led to the rapid development of various related industries.

Railways, factories, mines...... And so on and so forth, and the factories are all in dire need of manpower. Those capitalists hate to take out the old sows and use them as labor.

As the pioneer and leader of the capitalist society and the super tycoon of the Terran capitalists, in a sense, he also has to thank this war.

It is because of this war. Countless people left their homes and provided him with a large number of cheap laborers, otherwise, the sheep cannibalism in the embryonic stage of European capitalism. That's where it happens.

At that time, Lei Erye had to stink forever and couldn't turn over, maybe even the ancestral grave would be splashed with dog blood and feces. And now, he only paid a low salary of one gold coin a month, but he still made those people grateful and loyal.

It can be said that it has collected the hearts of the people all over the world.

The governor of Viji was also happy to see this, as the concentration of too many refugees in the city would only increase the pressure on the defenses and the consumption of supplies.

If only they could leave Viji City of their own free will. That's the best thing to do, and it can take the pressure off Viji.

The Governor of Weiji was very cooperative in this matter, to the point of obeying the Flying Eagle Group, and would even use public funds to pay for the passage of ordinary people who were willing to go south.

Therefore, a spectacle was formed in the city of Weiji, where tens of thousands of refugees poured into the city every day, and a large number of people left the city through the south gate every day, heading south with hopes and dreams.

The soldiers of the Eastern Legion worked hard to maintain order in the city. Only a small half of the refugees poured into the city were left, and the main road to the north was no longer full of crowds of refugees.

This means that the evacuation of hundreds of thousands of people north of Viji City has come to an end.

Moore pressed the long knife in his hand, looked up at the north with a long sigh of relief, and said, "Come on, bastard, you are ready, ready to kick the iron plate." Demon pups. ”

"Woo, woo......" A long trumpet suddenly sounded on the city wall, and the low and transparent trumpet sound spread throughout the city.

On the hill a few miles away, a group of cavalry suddenly appeared, holding aloft the golden lightning banner and looking out over the city of Viji.

"The demons are here~!"

I don't know who yelled. The refugees blocking the city gates immediately began to panic.

The crowd screamed in fright, and those who were still outside the city hurriedly dropped their packages and vehicles, and rushed into the city without hesitation, and the city gate was instantly in chaos.

Moore and his comrades couldn't even stop it, and were pushed out directly by the crowd.

At this time, the soldiers who maintained law and order also did not care about managing the refugees.

Colonel Hink, the commander of the regiment who commanded outside the city, shouted in his majestic voice: "Five and six regiments, line up, prepare for battle~!"

The eagle banner of the Ruman Empire was unfurled in the wind, and Mohr and the soldiers around him clenched their weapons and quickly rushed under the flag.

The long and hard training of the Northern Army was most fully demonstrated at this time.

The soldiers of the 506th Regiment quickly gathered under the flag, the officers shouted loudly about their company, and the soldiers behind them, according to the feeling they had already familiarized themselves with thousands of times, quickly formed a neat formation, raised their weapons and prepared for battle.

Moore gasped and stared at the demon people at the top of the hillside.

In the distance, only vague figures could be seen, but they did not seem to be eight feet tall and eight feet waistline, as the legend said, and their appearance was ugly and vicious.

On the contrary, they all look like humans.

Moore breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't a monster, they wouldn't be afraid of another group of humans.

On the hillside, the Semitic cavalry suddenly whistled, and their horses rushed down from the top of the slope and killed the people of Ruman who were crowded at the city gates.

Semitic cavalry poured down the hillside, numbering in thousands, in dense formation, waving sabers and shouting as they charged towards the city.

This is a good opportunity, the panicked civilians completely blocked the north gate, the army in the city came out, and at the moment there were only a few companies of the 506th Regiment guarding the city, five or six hundred people.

The Semitic cavalry were confident that they would be able to crush the human infantry with just one impact, and then rush into the crowd and slaughter them, establishing their Semitic prestige in front of the Rumans.

Moore's heart pounded nervously as he clenched his weapon and stared at the approaching Semitic cavalry.

He didn't expect this first battle to happen all of a sudden, and he was not prepared at all.

With infantry against more cavalry than them, this battle was not optimistic, especially since the soldiers of the 506th Regiment had no reinforcements behind them, and they could not count on reinforcements from the city in a short time, because the refugees blocked the city gates.

Moore gritted his teeth and scolded in a low voice: "Dog's day, I really know how to pick the time." ”

The soldiers of the 506th Regiment must resist the Semites to the death and buy time for the common people to enter the city safely.

The enemy was getting closer, and the swords of the Semitic cavalry reflected a blinding cold light.

"Engage the enemy, prepare for battle~!" the officers raised their weapons and pointed at the speeding cavalry.

"Tweet ......"

A high-pitched whistling sound, with a long tail note, streaked across Moore's head.

Just as Mor and the others were stunned, the crowd of Semitic cavalry who were running wildly suddenly burst into an orange-red flame.

In the flames of the explosion, several Semitic cavalry companies and horses were blown into the air by the explosion, and their broken limbs swirled in the air.

A cloud of gray-white smoke rose from the point where the shell landed.

The city's artillery was in full swing.

"Okay~!" Moore and the soldiers of Five Zero Six cheered excitedly.

"It's a beautiful fight~!"

"Blow up these bitches. ”

The first shell was apparently fired at school, followed by a cluster of artillery fire.

"Chirp...... Tweet ......"

The cannonballs flew over Mohr's head with a loud sound.

A continuous stream of explosions rang out in front of and behind the ranks of the Semitic cavalry, drowning the entire cavalry in orange fire.

The Semitic cavalry found themselves caught in an attack they had never encountered before, an enemy they could not see, a weapon that could not be seen attacking them, but a devastating explosion lit up in front of and behind them.

In just a dozen seconds of artillery fire, more than a thousand Semitic cavalry formed a long line, and only a few groups remained.

Frightened, they turned their horses' heads in terror and fled desperately to the back.

The city's artillery was clearly unwilling to let them go, and the artillery fire followed the fleeing cavalry, and the flames of the explosion lit up one after the other around them.

No matter how fast the horse's legs were, there were several cannons to greet each fleeing Semitic cavalry, and every second there were more than a dozen violent explosions at the same time.

On the high platform in the city, a general of the security army in black uniform held up long binoculars and looked at the battlefield, he put down his glasses and pouted angrily, and shouted loudly below: "Ceasefire and ceasefire~!"

You loser rabbits, just dealing with a few cavalrymen, you don't need to shoot all of you. ”

A black-clothed and silver-decorated security officer in the audience spread out his hands and shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Boss, this is not a demon fighter, everyone is more enthusiastic." ”

"Your grandmother's, there are only so many cannonballs, and when you run out, you can go up and gnaw on my teeth. The general of the security army scolded angrily: "Give them an ideological lesson at night, and talk about the shame of waste and the glory of thrift." ”

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