Seven Hundred and Sixtieth Chapters Refugee Camp

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A piercing air defense siren sounded in the sky, and the whole Pearl was in chaos.

Cannonballs rained like rain, and fighting at sea was even more overwhelming.

In November, Mingzhu fell and refugees flooded in.

The northern and eastern areas of the public concession were turned into ruins during the war, and the area north of the Su River was essentially controlled by the Japanese.

The main part of the prosperous concession, the Central District and the Western District, was garrisoned by the troops of Britain, the United States, and Italy. About 400,000 refugees poured into the concession.

Nanshi was the last area to be occupied. The little devil bombarded the entire area with sulfur bombs, and the fire burned for 9 days.

Refugees from Nanshi and Pudong flocked to the nearest French Concession.

Lujiazui warehouse, 5,000 acres of open space, more people than tungsten mines, the big guy sits next to the pile of mines piled up into a hill, and builds a shed with cloth and cardboard as his home.

The warehouse took in 150,000 refugees in five days, and finally had to drive them out. It was really too much to accept, and if they squeezed any more, they would die. There might be hope if they went elsewhere.

Refugee camps that have sprung up in other areas are also accepting people from the occupied areas.

The most famous of them is a priest surnamed Rao, whose Chinese name is Jia Kui.

The refugee camp established by him took a total of 270,000 refugees. Proficient in Japanese, he often travels between refugee camps and Japanese-occupied areas.

Taking in refugees is not a problem, the biggest problem is how to solve the problem of food.

Hundreds of thousands of people live and live together, but people have to eat every day! Even making a living is not an easy task.

Hundreds of thousands of mouths, half a cake and half a bowl of rice soup per person, to maintain basic survival, thousands of dollars a day.

Immediately afterwards, housing became a problem. In November, when fleeing, they all wore thin clothes. Soon, the old people and children were froze to death.

People from all walks of life appealed for donations to barely maintain life in the refugee camp.

On the fifteenth day of the fall of Mingzhu, the Refugee Committee gathered all organizations and individuals hosting refugees to discuss how to tide over the difficulties together.

Lian Qinglin attended the event as the person in charge of the Pearl Office of Anglo-American Mining Company and announced a donation of US$200,000.

His identity was originally a secret, but now he is a representative of the Anglo-American company to the outside world. With the United Kingdom and the United States as his backs, he is always in a good position wherever he goes.

Affected by war factors, the exchange rate of French currency has plummeted in recent days.

The current exchange rate between U.S. dollars and French currency is 1:10, and 10 U.S. dollars equals 100 French currency.

With this $200,000, the refugee camps in various places can last at least a year and a half.

"Boss, why don't we donate more?" After the meeting, the secretary who followed Lian Qinglin asked in a low voice. He thought those children were so pitiful.

"It's not necessarily a good thing to have more money... It's good to survive." Lian Qinglin sighed.

Donate more, so that everyone can be warmly clothed, have enough food, and then use quilts and mattresses, okay?

The next day, the little devil had to find an excuse to rush into the refugee camp and rob everything inside.

Now the little devils don't move in the refugee camps. Apart from being concerned about Western countries, the other thing is that those refugees don't have much to offer.

Poor people, the poor can't even afford shoes, the benefit is out of proportion to the contribution, and there is too much international attention on the Pearl, so the little devil also has to consider the impact.

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The Mingzhu refugee camp is gradually stabilizing, but Jinling is being bombarded.

"Brother Dog, the devil is coming in soon." Wang Dagou was sitting in his office looking towards the city gate, so Liu ran in with a "thump, thud, thump".

The bombardment outside has been going on for 3 days, and all the troops in the city have run away, only the bitter ones with millet and rifles left.

"What's the hurry!" Wang Dagou gave him a sideways glance, thinking about the news from Mingzhu.

When I first learned about the word concession, I thought it was heaven. Later, I gradually learned in the United States that it is a shame for a country.

But now, Wang Dagou is a little grateful for the existence of the concession.

In the French Concession and the Public Concession, as many as 700,000 refugees flooded in after the war broke out, and refugee camps built by priests and international organizations also accepted hundreds of thousands of refugees.

Not only from Mingzhu, but also from northern Jiangsu and surrounding areas.

If it weren't for the concessions, those places would have become Japanese-occupied areas by now. Where should the millions of refugees go?

"After all, the country is still too weak!" Wang Dagou murmured with a complex expression.

It's not that he doesn't move, it's that he can't move. There are hundreds of thousands of Japanese troops outside, and there will be hundreds of thousands more in the surrounding areas.

Now he will bring hundreds of special guards up to defend the city. If the city is broken, can the refugee camp still exist?

The same is true for S.H.I.E.L.D. Although they have tens of thousands of employees in various places, what is the use of them? Compared with a country, it is not worth mentioning.

What's more, if private organizations confront the country, what will other countries think, and who can tolerate the existence of S.H.I.E.L.D.

The 'threat theory' that some people in the United States have been shouting for years is about to come true.

"Brother Dog, you really came in." Looking at the "dog skin plaster" erected behind the ruins in the distance, Gu Liu said in a daze.

Only at this moment did he truly realize that the land under his feet no longer belonged to the country, but was occupied by invaders.

"Put up the sign and photos, and ask Hansen to talk to them if there is any trouble." Wang Dagou took out a cigar, put it on his mouth, leaned back, and bit it gently.

"Ah~"

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, bang."

"My lord, please forgive me, please forgive me!"

"Master, Lord, don't..."

"Little Japan, Grandpa fought with you."

boom!

"Long live Huaguo!"

"Long live Huaguo!"

"Fight with the little devil."

Click.

The armrest of the chair in Wang Dagou's hand was crushed, and the cigar in his mouth was shaking non-stop.

On the streets, ordinary people walking with their necks hunched were shot at random, and the doors of shops were smashed open by Japanese soldiers, and there was an endless stream of gunfire.

Without the obstruction of foreigners and international influence, the Japanese army killed at will in Jinling City.

But none of the people who appeared in front of them survived, and poultry, clothes, quilts, etc. were all taken away.

As long as it is useful, regardless of its value, it will be wiped out.

"Brother Dog, refugees are coming." Gu Liu ran up again panting heavily.

"Open the door and let them in." Wang Dagou closed his eyes and said.

He didn't want to and didn't dare to go down to look, because he was afraid that he would lose his temper.

A large number of homeless refugees poured into the camp, and the originally empty place became more and more crowded, and soon everywhere was full of people.

"Brother Dog, I can't take it anymore." Gu Liu said, looking at the closing door below.

"Find someone to take them to another place, not a German priest also built a refugee camp, and look for other refugee camps in the city,

Unify the caliber with them, all counted as a neutral safe zone, let Hansen negotiate, and I will contact the boss. "