Ms. Nine Hundred and Fifty One
A group of civilians are slowly marching on the rugged path in the southern part of the Ireland Hill Empire. They were still wearing ragged clothes, but their faces looked much more normal.
When they first set off, there were not so many of them, but now, the team at the extension is huge, and almost 3,000 refugees with their families have gathered.
These refugees all gathered from nearby villages. Every time they passed a village, the team would eat the civilians in this village like a snake, and then make themselves more spectacular.
Their travel goal is also very clear, that is, to go to the vicinity of Bribane and wait for further instructions there.
Because the plague was cured by the soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire, they didn't have the slightest doubt about what the other party told them. They even regard these words as the truth, and believe in these words like gods.
Therefore, when they knew that these soldiers wanted them to advance eastward, they dragged their families on the road without hesitation.
What didn't disappoint them was that they saw the supplies promised to them by the soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire on the road. They saw the supply convoy and saw more refugees who gathered eastward like them.
"Father! When I grow up, I want to be like Lieutenant Brown, an officer of the Imperial Army of Ireland!" A little boy held his father's hand, and the eyelashes on a pair of big eyes fluttered. Looking at this world that is not friendly to him.
His mother died from the plague, and both his grandpa and grandma were slaughtered when the demons invaded.
Before these disasters came, their family was not going well. The old aristocrats have been cruelly exploiting them all the time. Their family works hard every day, but they can't get enough to eat all year round.
But in the past few days, they have enjoyed the goodwill of this world: the supplies provided by the Elland Hill Empire allowed them to eat delicious instant noodles and bread, let them taste crystal clear "pure water", and even ate delicious food. luncheon meat!
Although they didn't know that most of the ingredients in luncheon meat were starch, and the instant noodles and bread with a one-year shelf life they ate were not good things to praise.
However, this is indeed the happiest time they have lived in the past six months. So there was a smile on the boy's face, a smile he hadn't seen for a long time.
The boy's father's face showed a lot of vicissitudes, and he was even more desperate for the world, so he was not as optimistic as the boy.
In his cognition,
No loaf of bread is given away for nothing. He is a poor man who has almost nothing, so he has been thinking about a question along the way. This question is, what does the monarch of the Alan Hill Empire whom he has never met, that is, the great His Majesty Chris, want Get something from him.
He has nothing to lose. If it is just his life, he can give it without hesitation, but what he is worried about is his son.
"As long as you grow up, become strong, and be able to support yourself... that's fine." Thinking of this, he stroked his child's head, and finally a stiff smile appeared on his face.
After all, he hadn't smiled for almost three years, and he hadn't laughed since the demons invaded the south.
"It's not a good thing for us to go to Bribane like this." A man who was a little nervous approached, and seemed to have found someone to confide in.
It seems that he is the kind of person who has read some books and has some knowledge. He was still young, but a little too thin. Standing next to the man leading the child, she looked almost like a girl.
"I'm sorry, my name is Benjamin, and I'm a teacher." The man who came over smiled kindly, as if he had introduced himself.
Then, he continued to chatter on his own accord: "I have been to Bribane, and there are more nobles and rich people there... My personal experience, as long as you rely on those people Too close, certainly nothing good."
"You're right." The boy's father nodded, agreeing with what the man who approached him proactively said.
According to his experience, what the other party said is indeed correct. It must not be a good thing to get involved with those damned nobles in the past.
This time, though, it was clear that someone had a different opinion. The boy he was holding suddenly retorted: "I don't think Second Lieutenant Brown will lie to us! They are good people!"
For these ragged refugees walking on this road, this sentence undoubtedly represents the truth, an irrefutable truth!
Ensign Brown is a good guy! Because it was Ensign Brown who saved them. It was Second Lieutenant Brown who brought people special medicine and vaccines, and Second Lieutenant Brown brought them food.
Even if they are walking on this road now, it is also the "order" of Second Lieutenant Brown. They can find food here, and this is a proven fact!
"This is what I can't figure out! They saved us, but it's obviously better for them if we die." The man who claimed to be a teacher rubbed his nose horizontally with his fingers, and rubbed the boy with his other hand s hair.
Soon, the crowd began to stir slightly, because at the front of the line, someone began to pick up today's food from the truck parked at the intersection.
As long as they follow the road, they can receive their food at the designated place. This unbelievable thing used to only appear in dreams.
A jeep drove against the crowd and finally stopped in the middle of the line. A man wearing a digital camouflage military uniform and a Kevlar helmet jumped out of the car.
Wearing a pair of glasses, he looked more like a scholar than the thin man in the crowd who claimed to be a teacher.
"Second Lieutenant Brown!" The boy who saw the acquaintance had already started waving to the man, and the nearby refugees who heard the shout also stopped on their own initiative, bowing slightly to salute the officer.
"Hey! Young man!" The officer named Brown walked up to the boy, stretched out his hand and rubbed the boy's messy, but not dirty hair: "How is it? We have traveled so far in two days, Are you tired?"
"Not tired!" The boy straightened his waist, tried his best to assume a soldier's standing posture, imitating the appearance of those Elland Hill grenadiers, and solemnly replied with his chin as high as possible.
"Good job!" Second Lieutenant Brown took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and handed it to the little boy: "Share it with your friends! Do you understand?"
"Yes!" The little boy was very excited. He knew that he would have good luck when he saw Mr. Brown. Looking at the children around him, he knew that he would definitely become the king of children in a while! The King of Kids who holds the candy distribution power!
"In front is a small town that has been vacated! The original residents have left! We rearranged it a little bit." Brown pointed to the direction he came from and said to the people around him.
"You will arrive there in the afternoon, and everyone can choose to settle down there, or continue to Bribane!" After attracting the attention of others, he said again.
Then he paused, looked at the confused crowd, and continued: "If you choose to stay, you have to start working... Only by working can you receive food. This is something you must keep in mind in the future. Work, you will have food!"
"Those who have farming experience can sign up for farming! Each adult man can plant 5 mu of land, which is about the size of 70 Nantes in the past... Those who have no farming experience can sign up for road repairs." He shouted at the top of his voice , frowning as he shouted, as if regretting that he forgot to apply for a megaphone.
In the eyes of everyone, what he continued to shout shocked everyone: "We urgently need the following talents... people who can read and write, teachers are the best! We plan to build a school in a small town, and children go to school during the day , adults go to night school at night!"
The old aristocrats are unwilling to let the common people learn, and the policy of obscuring the people is definitely not a characteristic of a certain country. All those in power seem to be afraid of the wisdom of the populace.
Therefore, in the old days, it was almost impossible for the poor to send their offspring to school.
But now, the Alan Hill Empire seems to plan to let the children of the common people go to school in addition to preparing to feed people. What kind of fairy operation is this? Is this intended to train commoners to become nobles?
"Sir, aren't you a teacher?" The little boy felt that he had to show his worth after taking Mr. Brown's chocolate. He looked at the thin man standing beside him and asked.
"Are you a teacher?" Brown's eyes lit up, and he walked up to the thin man who claimed to be a teacher, his face full of surprise.
For a region that urgently needs teachers, it is really not easy to find a living teacher.
Teachers in many places have died of disease in the plague, and some have been killed by demons. In short, in the entire southern region, there are not many educated grassroots education forces left.
However, the expression on his face soon became more exciting. He looked at the child with an innocent face, and then at the father of the child beside him: "What should I call you?"
"Ben...Benjamin..." The thin and thin man replied unnaturally.
"Okay, Benjamin... Teacher. I have another question. Should I call you Mr. Benjamin, or Ms. Benjamin?" Brown smiled and opened his mouth to expose the other woman's disguise.