Chapter 511 10. Population Plundering

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"Hey"

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On the land of northern Xinjiang that finally cleared up, the young man Barney was "training" with sweat all over his head. He held a heavy training sword in both hands, and a wooden target was placed in front of his eyes.

The 13-year-old boy was very serious. From time to time, he let out a childish battle roar, and looked at the target in front of him with the long sword in his hand. In his fierce eyes, the target in front of him looked like a living demon. In that torrential rain, the demon who killed his brother.

"Bang, bang"

The low-pitched sound of hitting the target with the sword during training made the people who came and went a little curious. Some children who were full and playing in the open space also lay down next to Barney, watching the big brother practice martial arts.

This should be a very heartwarming scene, if you ignore the undead infantry patrolling around this big camp... Yes, this is a prisoner-of-war camp, to be precise, it is used by the Berserkers on the Dark Blade front A rear camp for human civilians, not only humans lived in this camp, but also some dwarves and gnomes who lost their homes in the attack of demons, and a small number of high elf civilians.

A large part of them are refugees from the vicinity of the battlefield when the Berserkers were exterminating demons, such as the young boy Barney. Lord Er noticed the sudden appearance of demons. He was afraid that the human civilians would be killed by the violent demons that day.

Today's northern land is no longer safe, and the frequency of infiltration by the demon squad is becoming more and more frequent. Coupled with the encirclement and suppression of the dark blade, the final struggle of the human empire, soon, there will be another big battle here.

And like the refugee camp where Barney is located, there are several more on the line from Gilneas to Arathi Highlands. Under the shelter of the undead, the number of human refugees who escaped the disaster of demons is very considerable. After Zhou's settlement, the refugee camps have reached saturation, and the war groups are ready for the next step of the war, but before that, these protected refugees must first be transferred to a safer place. place.

"hush huh"

After eating a lunch that was not very rich, but enough to fill their stomachs, sharp whistles sounded in various areas of the camp. When they heard the whistle, those guys who had lived in the refugee camp for more than half a month immediately demanded The launch seemed to rush out of their own room, and the guys who had just been sent over reacted a little slower, they were a little dazed, but quickly rushed to the square of the camp under the silent gaze of the undead infantry.

The crowd is bustling and standing in the sun. They are just a group of civilians who have lost their hometown, so don’t expect them to have such a strong discipline instinct. After there are too many people, it becomes noisy here, but the heavily armed undead infantry around them also Leave them alone.

And a few minutes later, some humans in strange uniforms, escorted by the undead infantry, appeared in various areas of the camp. The appearance of these people caused a burst of small discussions among the refugees. The peasants in the countryside under the feudal rule are somewhat ignorant. They are not good at expressing their opinions publicly, but at least their eyes are not blind.

They can easily tell the difference between the undead and the living. These guys who are escorted by the undead and wearing weird uniforms are all genuine human beings, and the radiance and expressions on the faces of these guys, the confidence and businesslike His temperament seemed to be some kind of sign, telling these refugees that the people who came were a bunch of decent people.

Well, maybe the aristocratic gentlemen in the south.

Barney was carrying his training sword on his back, and was standing beside his compatriots. He was standing in the front, curiously looking at the heroic young woman not far in front of him. She looked just grown up, dressed in A pleated skirt like a military uniform, a hat tilted to one side, and epaulets representing status on the shoulders.

This girl is very beautiful.

But when her eyes swept across the crowd in front of her, behind Barney, those whispered voices of discussion were subdued at this moment, because the girl's eyes were very strict, like those masters who always rode on horses them.

"Ahem, let me introduce myself."

The girl's eyes lingered on Barney for a while, but she quickly raised her eyes to see the slightly agitated crowd, and said loudly:

"I am from the Defias Federal District, Staff Officer Amber Gilney of the Western Wilderness Garrison Corps. In the name of the Western Wilderness People's Council and the sacred rights bestowed on me by the Federal Supreme Council, I hereby declare to you that you will be Allowed to go to the Westfall of the Defias Federal District within 7 days, and will be given new land, work, and temporary citizenship according to personal registration information."

This very formal official declaration is like a bible for the refugees who don’t know the big characters in front of them. Looking at their dull and blank eyes, the young staff officer Jierni feels very embarrassed, but fortunately, this refugee camp The person in charge of Section 1 explained it to the refugees in plain language.

"Listen, you idiots! The masters in southern Xinjiang have shown kindness and want to allocate new land for you to cultivate in southern Xinjiang. Craftsmen can identify themselves when they register, and they can be assigned to help in workshops in southern Xinjiang. , as long as you live there for three years, the land you cultivate will belong to you, and no one can take it away.”

This remark immediately made the refugees feel like a huge wave was set off. They talked about each other. Many people thought it was incredible, but more people didn't want to just leave the home where they had lived for more than ten years or even their whole life. But no one was stupid enough to jump out to object at this time, because the indifferent undead infantry around them were watching them.

All it takes is one command, and these emotionless undead will step up and beat them up.

But people's emotions are uncontrollable. Soon, the first person started to cry. It was a peasant woman who lost her husband when the devil invaded. She hugged her two children and sobbed silently. This kind of sadness The emotion quickly spread to other people, and in just a few minutes, the atmosphere at the scene became sad and filled with an untimely tragedy.

This scene made staff officer Amber Girney very depressed. She was the first batch of young officials who graduated from Stormwind Comprehensive College 4 months ago, and she was assigned to the southern border for a large migration project as soon as she returned to her hometown to work. , compared to those experienced colleagues, she was somewhat at a loss as to what to do in the face of this situation.

"There's going to be a war here soon."

A deep voice sounded from the back of the crowd, which made many sobbing silently unable to bear to look back, and then saw Lord Saurfang walking in armor, seeing this tall orc Death Lord, let Many people took a step back subconsciously, but Barney didn't. He stared at Saurfang, clenched his fists tightly, and seemed a little excited.

"Did you hear that? Ladies and gentlemen, let me say that here, your hometown, is going to war... The devil is just an insignificant part of this war. We are here to defeat the supreme emperor in your mind and his Legion, this will be a cruel war, if you want to stay, fine, I welcome it, I will incorporate you into my legion and send you to the front line as cannon fodder."

"If you don't want to participate in this war, just follow Jierni staff and return to the southern border honestly. Maybe you can come back after the war is over! Now... those who are willing to stay, step forward!"

No one is moving forward, no one is stupid, civilians just rely on their hometown, but if they were asked to choose between their hometown and war, they would never choose the latter. Stay, and you will be incorporated into the army of the undead... who will stay?

no one!

"Huh? Is there no one?"

Saurfang's icy eyes swept across the crowd, and after a while, he snorted with some disdain, and then pointed to the tent that had just been set up in front of the camp:

"Then go there and register! This afternoon, the first fleet of the Federation will come to pick you up!"

Under Saurfang's order, the silent necromancers held their weapons and maintained order while letting the timid refugees register their information. Seeing that things were on the right track, Saurfang shook his head , turned around and was about to leave.

"Lord Saurfang, thank you for your help."

Staff Anbo caught up nervously and expressed his gratitude to Saurfang. The orc death lord looked at the young girl in front of him and said in a deep voice:

"Be strong, little girl, you represent the majesty of the entire Federation sheltered by the Dark Blade, and you are not facing those easy-talking farmers in the West Wilderness. One tenth of these refugees who can write their names are not It turns out that they don't understand your official rhetoric at all... Also, don't treat this place as the land of the Federation, children, this is an enemy-occupied area, you'd better not stay here for too long."

"Yes, sir, I understand."

Staff Officer Anbo's face was flushed with shame, and Saurfang ignored the little girl's embarrassment. He took his guards and walked straight to the exit of the camp. At the moment when the final battle against the empire was about to begin, he was Very busy.

But after walking a few steps, another blocker appeared before Saurfang's eyes. It was a teenage child with a wooden sword on his back.

"Your name is Saurfang?"

Boy Barney was a little nervous, he tried his best to cheer himself up, and then said loudly:

"My lord, please let me join your army to kill those demons!"

"Um?"

Saurfang froze for a moment, he stretched out his hand to stop the knight who wanted to chase the kid away, he looked at him, and within a few seconds, the death lord suddenly realized:

"You are the kid whose brother died...I remember you. You have the courage to cut off the neck of a destroyer with your own hands. When you grow up, you may become a qualified soldier."

"But now, I refuse!"

Barney kid's eyes widened, and he couldn't help shouting:

"Why? I've already killed one demon, and I can kill more. Those monsters killed my brother, the last of my family. I want to avenge him! Please, let me join your army !"

"Your brother's revenge has been avenged, and you avenged it yourself."

Saurfang waved his hand impatiently:

"I won't have a kid in my army, now, go register, forget the painful past, and go live in the Westfall...the dead are not dead yet, and it's not the living's turn to hold a gun On the battlefield!"

The Lord of Death rudely rejected Barney Boy's invitation to fight. He strode away from the camp, leaving the distraught young man there. Barney Boy clenched the training sword in his hand. He lowered his head, wondering What, a few seconds later, a crisp voice sounded behind him.

"Hey, you're still a little man. Speaking of which, are you really not afraid of demons?"

Barney was startled, and when he turned around, he saw that the Anbo staff officer was looking at him curiously, staying with such a big sister at close range, which made Barney's face blush, and he backed away subconsciously. took a step, then bowed his head and said:

"I'm not afraid! I even killed a destroyer together with Mr. Saurfang with my own hands. That demon killed my brother. I hate them!"

"Well... But the federal law stipulates that young people under the age of 18 are indeed not allowed to join the army, so don't embarrass Lord Saurfang, but if you really want to hunt demons, I heard that the farm in Westfall The masters jointly funded and established a small organization called "Demon Hunting Guild", and when you grow up, maybe you can join it and become a demon hunting mercenary in Southern Border."

Staff Officer Amber Gilney touched her chin. She tilted her head and said to the kid in front of her:

"Of course, you have to pass the preliminary exam of Stormwind Comprehensive College first, and there are very few people using swords there, so you have to take another special firearms license. In short, I mean, your brother Your revenge has been avenged, and it won't help if you stay here, do you want to go to the wild west with us? Barney, you may have a bright future there."

"There are demons in Southern Border too? You didn't lie to me, did you? Sister."

"Of course! There are not only demons in Southern Border, but also many things you haven't seen before. Go and register, silly boy."