After heavy rains, the low-lying craftsmen's area was soaked in water. The drainage ditches were blocked all year round and were covered with debris after rains, making the entire dredging work extremely slow.
The dignitaries in the city were not surprised by this kind of thing, and they were very experienced in it. The day after it rained, the soldiers in the city blocked the roads between the craftsman area and other urban areas, and tried to drive away all the excess people as much as possible.
Get out of town.
After the rain stopped, the disaster-stricken craftsman district was burned to the ground. Anyway, they were just shabby shacks, so it would not be a pity to burn them down. As for the refugees, waiting for them to be wiped out by hunger and disease would actually reduce the food supply of the city.
burden.
The foreign world has always been overpopulated, and the powerful have never worried about no one to serve them. If a group of refugees dies, another group of refugees will soon come to the city from all directions to fill the low-end labor force and create new prosperity.
There is no food, no drinking water, nothing. There are about ten thousand refugees who have been driven out of the city. They are haggard, crying and wailing, but even the weak ones cannot even riot.
The dignitaries are hiding behind the safety of the city wall, quietly waiting for the refugees to die.
As long as all the excess population is eliminated, the trouble will disappear.
Outside the city, Fabbro's manor.
The 'Chief Alchemist' stood on the wall of the manor, staring indifferently at the refugees wandering outside the wall. Those refugees' bodies were either withered, or covered in pustules, or their flesh and blood were sore. They could no longer be called 'human beings'.
Zhou Qingfeng was also standing on the wall. With a 62-type telescope in hand, he could easily see the situation within a kilometer of the surrounding area. He could even see the walls of Hanfeng City several kilometers away.
He 'experienced' a heavy rain that nearly destroyed the Artisan District, and then went to kill the evil insect believers, which caused chaos in the city. He heard some news about the disaster after the rain, but had no time to pay attention.
Lorraine followed Zhou Qingfeng, trembling all over. The little girl was extremely frightened. If she hadn't been lucky enough to meet Zhou Qingfeng, her whole family would have ended up in a situation of 'human beings, ghosts not ghosts'.
"Something like this happens in Cold Wind City every one or two years. Don't worry too much, there is no threat after the refugees are driven out of the city.
None of the dominions will take them in. Without food and medicine, these people will die soon. The best we can do is collect their bodies and prevent the plague from breaking out."
Fabbro made a judgment in a deep voice.
Just a few minutes ago, a group of hundreds of refugees launched an attack on the manor. They were already dizzy from hunger and could not run. They were panting from exhaustion after only a few dozen meters. The house slaves on the wall used several
He defeated the refugees with a stiff bow.
The desperate refugees sat on the ground, howling and waiting for death. The people in the manor asked them to stay away and die somewhere else. In times of fear, human selfishness and ruthlessness are clearly revealed.
Zhou Qingfeng's telescope looked to the other side, where a shelter camp had been built in an open space a few hundred meters away from the manor. The camp was quite large and complex in organization.
"Sir Hugo, what are you sure you want to do? This will not do you any good. Instead, it will make you look too different and even anger the nobles of Cold Wind City. They don't want to see what you do."
Fabbro's tone was admonishing, but it had no effect.
Zhou Qingfeng ordered to Lorraine: "Sign up and tell the reception camp. There is a wave of about 400 refugees about 700 meters south of them. Send an armed team to take in the useful people. There are a lot of refugees, so be careful.
Safety."
Lorraine ran a few meters away, took out a large "two-kick" from his pocket, lit it and exploded into the sky. The sound spread to the internment camp hundreds of meters away.
The holding camp only has a simple fence with a height of 1.5 meters. Behind the fence are several sentry towers with a height of 5 to 6 meters. The sentries on the sentry towers also hold telescopes. When they hear the sound of firecrackers, they immediately pay attention to the semaphore messages sent by the manor.
With the addition of the strange maid, Zhou Qingfeng has become much more trouble-free. Especially after the studious and studious Sophia joins the team, his ability to teach knowledge has been greatly enhanced.
In the past, communication basically relied on shouting. 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 simple way to improve it.
Now with semaphores during the day and lights at night, coupled with telescopes, very simple measures can increase the efficiency and range of communication hundreds of times.
As long as it is within the visual range, there is no need to send a special person to make a trip after the order is issued, and the communication is correct within 500 meters. If it is a long distance, a transfer tower can also be set up to implement the 'wolf smoke' trick.
Don't underestimate the distance of 500 meters. This is already a very amazing change. In the era of "reliance", instant messaging was only possible within 50 meters. Beyond this distance, you could not even find the person you wanted to contact.
Fabbro stood on the wall of the manor and watched with cold eyes the communication system that Zhou Qingfeng established with a group of civilians and even refugees. This system is simple yet efficient, and indeed convenient.
But as a wizard, Fabbro resisted this convenience from the bottom of his heart. Communication is like nerves, and stupid people should be dull and numb. If communication is developed, stupid people's brains will become brighter.
The 'Chief Alchemist' always feels that convenient communication should be controlled by the superiors, and must even be performed by the superiors. Even if the efficiency is lower, it doesn't matter.
Allowing the bottom class of society to have this ability is like a foolish animal suddenly being able to speak, think and communicate, or even being able to escape fate and even look forward to the future like a human being. This is terrible!
But Fabbro's advice was only verbal. He got the hand-centrifuge provided by Zhou Qingfeng. That equipment was so easy to use, so useful that he could shut up, and it was so useful that he had to pay attention to maintenance.
Quedo Hugo is a quasi-ally.
Maybe the two sides were hostile before, but as long as there are enough interests, anything can be discussed. Although this interest relationship is very fragile, it is enough for now.
The internment camp five hundred meters away was built on a high ground, and the camp manager was Old Borg, who believed in the 'Mother of Disease'. The coolie laborers who originally built warehouses in the city are now under the command of this dwarf witch doctor.
Cold Wind City expelled the refugees in the city for safety reasons. Zhou Qingfeng immediately had a bold idea in his mind. He transferred more people and materials from Harmony Village and borrowed Fabbro's manor territory to build a reception camp.
The camp sentry tower received the intelligence from Zhou Qingfeng and loudly passed it to Old Borg in the simple tent. An armed militia of fifty people set off immediately and appeared in front of the refugee team several hundred meters forward.
The number of refugees far exceeded Zhou Qingfeng's estimate, about seven to eight hundred people. They nested on a sunny slope to bask in the sun, waiting helplessly for death. Armed militiamen wore masks and carried spears, shouting loudly to choose themselves.
People who need it.
"Get up, you are in luck. The kind Master Hugo has decided to take in a group of slaves. We have prepared a camp, medicine and food, so that some of you can survive."
Forged spearheads, machine-made spear shafts, and forceful suppression made the refugees fearful. Shouting propaganda also gave the refugees hope. Soon, some people stumbled up and rushed towards the armed militiamen.
"Everyone stand still for me." The militia captain had already anticipated the commotion of the refugees. He drew out his gleaming long knife and lined up a dozen spearheads side by side. "Whoever dares to collide with our formation will be killed immediately. We don't need it."
Save everyone."
With the support of force, hundreds of refugees were unable to resist. They were all hungry, and their mental and physical strength reached their limits. Many of them could not even stand up and needed help from others to move.
The armed militias are looking for people, and they will reject them as long as they are young and strong, old or weak. The number of women is small, so restrictions can be relaxed. However, those who are seriously ill will never be admitted.
There were a few people in the ranks of the refugees who were still in shock and disbelief. They watched as the best of the refugees were singled out by the armed militia, the old and the weak were ruthlessly abandoned, and the effects of their own secret agitation disappeared in the blink of an eye.
A man with a worm-shaped head revealed angrily and shouted in shock: "Who sent this group of people? He took away the sacrifices my lord needed."