Nine Hundred and Thirty Four Plagues

In a dilapidated private house in the southern part of the Ireland Hill Empire, a man looked at his son lying on the bed, his eyes full of despair.

The house was built of stones, and there was almost nothing of value in the rooms, and if it were more hopeless, and more accurate, there were not many worthless things.

There was a table in the room. One of the legs of this table was broken, and it could only be propped up by a stone.

The stool is even more pitiful. There are only two things that can be used as stools in this room. Yes, they are two cut tree stumps...

The whole family is really poor, not even a decent cabinet. The only thing that can be said to be usable is the bed where the child is lying.

Frankly speaking, this bed, these broken furniture, and this room do not belong to them. The original owner of this house didn't know whether he was dead or alive a long time ago. He has experienced the invasion of demons and the war of Alan Hill going south. He can live in any unowned land...

It has been occupied by the Alan Hill Empire for more than half a year, and many emerging things have indeed changed people's lives.

For example, there is a telegram in the city, and occasionally you can see transport planes from the Alan Hill Empire in the sky, as well as some giant dragons who don't know where they are going.

In the past, these monsters were invisible at all, but now these huge, scaly reptiles can be seen occasionally.

The army of the Alan Hill Empire occupied this place and left some supplies when they passed by here. Of course, these materials were all controlled by the acting consul, and they have not been distributed to the poor until now.

But the wars experienced here are real, so the people here can be said to have nothing but one life.

For another example, people here have never seen a car before, but now, a simple earthen road has been built about 30 kilometers away from this small town, where you can often see transport vehicles full of various vehicles. all kinds of things.

Robbery is absolutely unimaginable, because those Mercedes-Benz cars will be escorted by soldiers, and those Alan Hill soldiers with terrible weapons in their hands can easily kill the refugees who robbed the road with only a few people.

For these southern refugees who are living in misery

"Dad...I feel so bad..." The child lying on the bed looked very ugly, because of the high fever, his face was flushed sickly,

It looked like cooked seafood.

Because of the war, the population of this small town has dropped to two-thirds of its original size, and now the plague has broken out, and the whole town is filled with a smell of death.

"You will get better soon! You will definitely get better." The man looked at his son, choked up and comforted him.

"Father... Tell me, what does the meat... taste like?" The little boy was struggling to speak, his breathing was weak, and he was already in a state of breathlessness.

The man had already started to cry, and comforted him, "Son... Dad, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, you two!"

After finishing speaking, he buried his head on the edge of the bed and wept bitterly. His wife died yesterday. The plague killed half of the people in the town, and most of the remaining people began to get sick one after another.

There are no more than ten old people in the town, and the old people who are barely alive are now volunteers, responsible for incinerating and disposing of the corpses in the town.

Although there is no snow here, the winter in the south is still very cold. The house was very damp and cold, and the poor people who had no clothing to keep out the cold had to take off the clothes from the corpses of the dead and wear them on themselves.

But in this way, the plague spread faster, more people died, and more people were worse off than dead.

The living seem to be in hell, and the dead seem to be liberated. There was an inexplicable stench everywhere, like the smell of decay, and it seemed to be the stench of burning corpses.

The deputy consul who was riding on people's heads and domineering, had already taken his family to hide in the big city.

There are medical teams sent by the Alan Hill Empire, as well as special medicines specially prepared for the plague. Hiding in the city, the probability of surviving is ten times that of a person waiting to die in a rural village!

"Father is useless! Dad is useless!" Hearing his child say that he doesn't know the taste of meat, the man became even more sad.

He was originally a skilled farmer, and before the war years, his family of three could barely survive.

But last year, the demons invaded, and he lost his land. Many people were slaughtered by the demons, and the remaining people managed to persevere, only to encounter the army of the Alan Hill Empire going south.

The war had cost him his savings, and some of the food he had stashed had been exhausted. Now he is destitute and has nothing left.

His wife survived the invasion of the demons and the turmoil of the war, but in the end she couldn't survive the plague...

The child in front of him is already his only sustenance now. He beat his head in pain, as if he hoped that his pain could replace the pain of some children.

Why...why no matter it is the rule of the southern kingdom, the invasion of demons, or the occupation of Alan Hill, can't change the bitter life?

As a farmer, he never had any rebellious thoughts. He didn't hurt anyone, and he didn't have the guts to do anything outrageous, but fate seemed to be so unfair, and he didn't leave a way for the kind-hearted family to survive.

"Ah..." He stretched out his hand and held his cold son's hand, he could feel the life was draining from this young hand.

"Father...cough...cough cough..." The little boy panted in pain, as if his breathing would stop at any moment due to a cough.

For a father, listening to such a voice is a torment every minute. He was weeping, and the tears soon wet his chest.

The tattered, not thick clothes were covered with patches, and looked dirtier than a rag.

In fact, people here rarely have a chance to take a bath, and their clothes are full of fleas. Compared with Seris, poverty here is like hell.

Also bathed in the sacred sunshine of the Alan Hill Empire, people in some places are already tired of eating big fish and meat, and even began to pay attention to mixed nutrition.

And in some places, people still die because of poverty and humbleness, and even after death, there is not even a decent cemetery.