Chapter 574 Great Immigrants in the Northern Territory

The sun above the sky is getting weaker and weaker, and it has completely lost its arrogance in summer. Winter is coming. Although the first snow has not yet ushered in the northern border, the temperature has begun to approach zero.

And at the north-south junction between the Grand Duchy of the North and the imperial capital, the border between the two sides is 30 kilometers away.

A black crowd appeared between this increasingly cold world. These people almost covered the entire road, and there were all these ragged people for more than ten kilometers before and after.

The soldiers were wearing cotton coats, whips in their hands, and swords around their waists, but even so, their noses were still red from the cold.

"Give it to me! No one is allowed to escape! If anyone dares to escape, I will kill him!" The soldiers waved their whips and shouted at the top of their voices.

The soldiers in charge of the escort were in a very bad mood. It was really not a good job to go to the northern border during this time period, and the escorts were all bloody serfs, and they couldn't squeeze a little oil from them.

With nothing to gain and having to endure the cold, these soldiers will naturally not be in a good mood.

And they were in a bad mood. Obviously, these serfs who were escorted would not have a good life.

"Damn it! Damn it! You pigs who have been sent to hell! Make me suffer in this damn place, go to hell!"

A soldier angrily kicked one person down, and frantically beat the serfs on the ground with a whip in his hand.

The whipped serf wailed, still begging the soldiers to let him go.

However, this Minhang soldier didn't show the slightest compassion, and kept whipping the whip in his hand.

Gradually, the serf's struggles and cries became less and less loud, until it was completely useless.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the soldier spat on his body and said with a depressed face, "Unlucky!"

Afterwards, he put away his whip and walked away. As for this emaciated body, dressed in tattered clothes that could not even cover the blood-oozing whip marks on his body, there was no one to take care of him.

No one would care about the corpse of a serf, not to mention that it was a real soldier who killed him. The life of a soldier and the life of a serf are not the same price at all, and no one cares about it.

As for whether the serf was innocent or not, no one cared either. Isn't it rare for an innocent serf to be beaten to death by the lord in order to establish his prestige? "

An innocent corpse fell on the road like this, and the serfs behind supported each other and hugged each other to keep warm. When they reached the corpse, no one responded, they just walked over at a wider pace.

A life, a human life, just disappeared without a sound. At that time, no one will even remember him except his family.

The eyes of these serfs were numb and cloudy, unable to see any hope for the future, and the ultimate fate of this corpse would be to stay in place for a few days, waiting for scavengers to come and clean it up.

These serfs were drawn from various places by the Earl of Redmara. They came from many places, but they all have one characteristic, that is, they are both thin or less-needed labor force, old, weak, sick and disabled. If so.

It can’t be said that, in fact, most of them are young men and women and teenagers, because in the class of serfs, very few people can live to the age of forty, and thirty-five years old is considered an advanced age.

Actually...

This is the true lifespan of a human being.

Humans start to go into heat in their teens, and then raise their offspring. When a few offspring become adults, their mission is completed and they can die. This is why people in their thirties feel their bodies are weakening.

But in fact, lifespan can be extended through living environment and diet, but these serfs obviously do not have such conditions.

Their living standards are actually not much different from those in primitive societies. The progress of the times has only brought about more efficient methods of killing people and a more convenient and safe ruling system.

However, the living standards of some people have improved, and that is the aristocratic rulers one by one.

This team started from the imperial capital relatively early, and the number was about 40,000. Earl Redmara was worried that Leonardo would think too much, so he just gathered some people and sent people to the north to send them.

Raising people was not honorable and was not accepted by the serfs.

Raise, yes, raise.

There is no mistake in using the term "raise". In the lords and aristocrats, including the Earl of Redmara, serfs are essentially no different from their gold coins and livestock, and they are all their own property.

These serfs couldn't help crying when they heard that they were going to be kicked out, and the two opened up the adults' manor and farmland. Although they would be oppressed here and worked hard all year round, they still couldn't get enough food to eat, but they Already very satisfied.

They are lowly in the eyes of the grown-ups, and they themselves think so. If they didn't take the job they were given and let them go out to make a living, they would have starved to death long ago.

Especially after they heard that they were going to be sent to the cold northern border, they were even more panicked.

Speaking of which, they didn't have any clothes that could effectively keep warm in winter, so they could only fill some grass with a lot of rags and linen, and just survived the winter of the imperial capital abruptly.

But they all heard people say that even urinating in the northern region will freeze them in winter, so how can simple measures to keep warm work?

Survival is the instinct of every creature, and these serfs are no exception, so they desperately want to stay in their hometown, but under the order of Earl Redmara, no one can get their wish.

They could only cry and howl helplessly, but they couldn't change any facts.

Under the escort of these soldiers, the serfs finally walked northward with difficulty, but there were many people who tried to escape. Although the prosperity of the northern border has spread in recent years, philosophy is always in the farmland. How could the farming serfs know this, thinking that what they were going to was a land in dire straits.

A series of escapes, combined with the mistreatment of soldiers, has now reduced the ranks by nearly a thousand men.

Fortunately, those who chose to escape were bachelor serfs who had nothing to worry about. If they were killed, they would be killed, and they would not cause any burden to the northern border.

At this time, Leiner had already dispatched troops to station at the border. Ten days ago, the messenger of this team rode a fast horse and arrived in Mecaron City, and told Leiner the good news that the first batch of immigrants were coming soon.

Two regiments, that is, 600 infantrymen were waiting at the border, and receiving and appeasing a total of 40,000 people could not be done casually. Leiner had to successfully transform these people into his own strength.

Let them become their own staunch supporters, taxpayers, sources of the army, producers of all goods, the meaning of the population lies in this.

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