Outside Shanhaiguan, the slightly fat Viscount Lanny Parker was watching the report in his hand with a headache.

The coalition was halfway through the half-year period, and his army even drove away refugees and defended the territory, let alone preparing the army to join the coalition.

The refugees in the territory became more and more fierce, and even more people became thieves. Although they were all old, weak, sick and disabled, there were many people. Parker could only let his knights and soldiers guard against cities, villages and towns, and there was no power to clear the city.

More importantly, the noble officials under his command were constantly assassinated, and even he himself almost was assassinated once. Now he dared not walk around at will. He was even more cautious inside and outside his castle, in order to prevent those elusive assassins from coming to assassinate him with courage.

The supplies promised by the Garfield Chamber of Commerce to him were only received 2,500 flight tomahawk suits, and these equipment were also expanded by him and are now in training.

As for future supplies, Parker no longer expects them. The refugees outside the city made it difficult for the Garfield caravan to move forward. The mercenaries of the caravan could not withstand the harassment of hundreds of thousands of refugees.

"Come on, call the Polish Knight." Parker shouted loudly to the outside of the door.

After a while, the burly body of the Polish Knight Captain came into Parker's eyes.

"See Lord Lord." Porant stood straight with his tall body, walked to Parker, stroked his chest and saluted, "I wonder what orders did the Lord Lord asks me to come down?"

"Captain Knight, how are the training of 2,500 tomahawk soldiers?" Parker asked.

Polante replied strongly: "Lord Qi, after more than two months of training, the Tomahawk Team has completed its initial training. The rest can only become an elite force after long-term training. Now these soldiers can only bully civilians."

When Polante said the last sentence, he did not agree with the army in the territory to oppress refugees.

Parker didn't care about that much. After hearing that this army of tomahawks could bully civilians, he lit up his eyes and said, "It's enough to bully civilians. The training time in the future is too long, and now there is a chance to train troops."

When Polante heard his lord's words, he suddenly had a bad premonition.

really!

Parker ordered directly: "Captain Polante Knight, I ordered you to lead this brigade of battle axe out of the city to clean up the thieves and drive out all the refugees in the territory. If you don't listen, you will kill them all."

At the end, Parker gave a very cruel order lightly.

Since it was an order issued by the Lord, although Polante was reluctant, the Knight's code made him choose to obey the orders.

So Polante's face turned up, his legs were all together, and he stroked Parker's chest and said, "Sir, obey the order!"

Parker saw that Polante's face was a little wrong and knew the character of his knight captain, so he comforted and explained: "Polante, I don't want to give this order, but you also know the harm of these refugees to the territory."

Polante thought about the harm these refugees had caused to the civilians in the territory, and his face was a little calmer and said, "Yes, my subordinates know."

"It's good that you know. If it weren't for the territory of the lord that he could not accept so many refugees, he would be very willing to accept these refugees." Anyway, there were not so many ifs, so he would highlight his kindness before the lord.

Parker still valued his knight commander very much, so he comforted him a few more words. If it were someone else, he would be too lazy to say more and just order his subordinates to do it.

Polante earnestly promised: "Don't worry, Lord Lord, my subordinates will expel the refugees and clear the thieves to ensure the stability of the territory."

Polante's commitment is also his way of doing things.

After he returned to the military camp in the city, he immediately summoned these 2,500 tomahawk soldiers and rushed to the outside of the city to clear out the unstable refugees in the territory.

The first thing to be cleaned up was the surrounding area of ​​Nanshan City.

Nanshan City led by Nanshan is built at the foot of a mountain, with its back against the east wall, and only the other three walls have external gates.

When I arrived outside the Nanshan City, I was a simple gathering place built by refugees. Dirty things were everywhere. The ragged refugees had sunken faces and were staggering around looking for something that could fill their stomachs.

Suddenly a refugee fell down and didn't even move, and there was no movement.

Several refugees not far away looked at the man lying on the ground, and their eyes suddenly shone and spread them all together. In less than a moment, the people lying on the ground disappeared.

In addition, the refugees who were far away sighed, as if complaining that they were too far away to catch up.

Then these people looked at the people around them and looked around with anticipation so that they could pounce on them as soon as possible.

In a shack built of stones and rotten wooden boards that may collapse at any time cannot be called a house. A fairly healthy woman fed a piece of bloody meat in her arms into the mouth of a little boy in the shack.

He whispered: "Xiaokang, come on, this is meat. Are you hungry? Eat quickly."

The little boy smelled the pungent fishy smell, and under his instinct, he felt that the smell was so sweet. Regardless of whether his weak body could withstand such a bloody thing, he immediately started to bite it in big mouthfuls.

Such a scene is basically performed at every gathering place for refugees.

The previous month, these refugees used branches and leaves to fill their hunger, and then went to the farmlands around the villages and towns to harm the crops. After the crops were harmed, they went to harass the villages and towns.

After being blocked by the soldiers guarding the villages and towns, some of them gathered around the villages and towns, outside the city, some robbed everywhere, and some dispersed to the surrounding areas...

The refugees gathered outside the city didn't know what they were waiting for. Maybe they hoped that the lord in the castle could take them in and comfort them. If they couldn't, they could only wait for death here again.

Polante left the city from the south and saw such an unsightly side. He ordered with a very ugly face: "Dispel the refugees, if there is any one who refuses to follow, kill them!"

The last word "kill" was spoken so decisively, without any hesitation when meeting the lord in the castle.

Because these refugees can no longer be called human in Porant's eyes, but a group of walking dead scavengers!

Although these tomahawk soldiers are soldiers, they are just new recruits who have been trained for more than two months.

At this moment, these soldiers looked at the gathering place of refugees who could no longer be described as dirty and messy. Under the orders of the officers, they could only endure torture, rushed into it, and began to drive away refugees.

The soldiers knew that the things these refugees did in their territory made their homes and families persecuted, so they signed up for the army.

Maybe it was because they didn't recognize it, maybe they couldn't do it, and the soldiers were all driving it loudly, and rarely really attacking to kill people.

Polante looked at the soldiers' cowardly look and couldn't help but shout, "What are you doing? Haven't you heard the order clearly?"

He suddenly saw a soldier not far away who seemed to be pulling up the thin and black woman squatting on the ground, and shouted hurriedly: "What about you, soldier, are you going to take that woman home?"

Under Polante's sharp eyes, the soldier had to raise his battle axe and slashed at the woman who could not get up.

After the soldier completed his mission, Polante continued to yell at the soldiers: "As long as you don't leave, kill them all!"

...

The same actions as those of the Nanshan Territory are carried out in several territories near Shanhaiguan.

Unable to bear it, all of these lords raised their butcher knives and chopped off the refugees - this is also a solution to the problem!

But the hundreds of thousands of refugees were hit by the enemy. Without any way forward, they could only become dead souls under the swords of the lords, except for hiding in the mountains and companions with wild beasts.

In fact, when Xia State decided to expel local indigenous people to Shanhaiguan, Yang Song could already predict the fate of these refugees.

Even so, he decided to do so, and the same sentence: He is the monarch of Xia State, and everything he made should be based on the interests of Xia State!

As for the indigenous people, he did not feel cruel. This matter is right or wrong, and it is not about right or wrong.

Because this is a struggle for survival and a struggle for race, it is only life and death!
Chapter completed!