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"Empire Hegemony" Chapter 559
?Luyang Province, south of Yongning Prefecture.
In the season of recovery of all things, the territory of Yongning Mansion is full of fleeing people in ragged clothes, looking lifeless.
The people who fled without food and clothing gathered in various cities and areas around market towns, praying for a morsel of food.
The prince of the dynasty and the four princes confronted each other in the northern part of Hezhong Province, Pingyang Province and Gyeonggi Province, so that the people in these areas rushed to flee.
Because the two sides gathered nearly a million troops to fight in the three provinces, the battle lines were also staggered.
Most of these three provinces have been reduced to war zones, and the people have become sandwich biscuits, suffering from both ends.
Facing the two armies with corrupt military discipline, the common people suffered so much that they had to leave their homes and flee to the surrounding provinces.
Most of the refugees from the province in the middle of the river flooded into the neighboring province of Luyang. Facing these refugees with their families, King Ning, who occupied the province of Luyang, didn't like them very much.
?Because of the influx of a large number of refugees, the burden on Luyang Province was directly aggravated, and the law and order continued to deteriorate.
King Ning now maintains 200,000 troops, and he is also self-respecting, and there is no extra food to feed the refugees.
The prefectures and counties in Luyang Province are also struggling. The local people can't survive by themselves, let alone help refugees.
The refugees who fled could not find food in one prefecture and were forced to flee to the next prefecture.
However, every prefecture and county sent troops to intercept them near the city gates, strictly prohibiting refugees from entering the city.
Moreover, the squires in various villages and towns also organized guards to guard against death and not allow them to enter the villages and towns.
A large number of refugees lived in the open, hungry, and they had to eat weeds and roots, but everything they could eat became their food.
But even so, there are still piles of skinny refugee corpses on both sides of the road, and many of them have even begun to rot.
King Ning is now sitting on the mountain watching tigers fight, and seeing his two nephews fighting, he is also staring at the throne with ambition, so naturally he has no time to take care of those refugees.
For King Ning, even if all the refugees starve to death, it has nothing to do with him.
But what King Ning didn't know was that a large number of hungry refugees were like dry wood. Once they encountered a little spark, they would turn into a raging fire.
Next to a village in the south of Yongning Prefecture, thousands of refugees gathered around the village. They collapsed in groups of three or four, and they were too hungry to walk.
"I beg you, give us a bite to eat."
"We haven't eaten a grain of rice for several days, please have pity on us."
"Just give us a bite to eat, and we will set up a longevity tablet for you."
"We only need one bite to eat, and we can be cows or horses."
Outside a high wall built by a squire in the village, countless refugees kept kowtowing, trying to beg for some food.
"Give me a good look! Anyone who dares to approach will be shot on the spot!"
On the high wall, the potbellied squire saw those sallow and emaciated refugees, his eyes were full of disgust.
More than fifty servants kept by the country gentry were also standing on the fence. They held weapons, showed fierce faces, and kept yelling at the refugees who tried to approach.
"Phew!"
A staggering refugee held a broken bowl and tried to get close to the high wall of the squire's house to beg for food. A servant bent his bow and set an arrow, aiming the arrow at the refugee.
"Teach them a lesson!"
Seeing a large number of refugees gathered around, the squire also felt uneasy, and ordered his servants to kill others as an example.
"Phew!"
This famous servant also obeyed orders, loosened the bowstring, and the arrows shot out.
"Pfft!"
The powerful arrow pierced through the body of the refugee who was trying to approach, he staggered forward a few steps, and then fell headfirst to the ground.
"Baby's father, baby's father!"
A woman with a child in her arms saw her man fall to the ground after being shot by an arrow, so she also put down the child and rushed over crying.
"Don't go there!"
Zhou Ting and several brothers from the Qinghe Army disguised themselves as refugees and wandered among the refugee crowd. When they saw the woman rushing towards her, they hurried forward to stop her.
"Pfft!"
Before the woman ran to the man's body, she was shot by an arrow and fell into a pool of blood.
"Mother, mother"
When the child who was only seven or eight years old saw his parents fell to the ground, he burst into tears and tried to pass.
Fortunately, Zhou Ting rushed to the front with a few strides and stopped the child.
"Whoever dares to approach again, they will end up!"
The squire's warning sounded from the fence, and the surrounding refugees all showed fear and retreated in unison.
"Damn it!"
Holding the struggling and crying child in his arms, Zhou Ting stared at the squires and servants who were waiting in full force in the distance, his face was also full of anger, they shouldn't have killed people.
After Zhou Ting handed over the crying child to a brother beside him, he took up a big rock on a slightly higher ground next to it.
After Chen Ziang talked with Zhou Ting that day, Zhou Ting selected a few trustworthy brothers and sneaked into Luyang Province.
Their mission was to find opportunities to pull teams in Luyang Province. They saw a large number of refugees, so they disguised themselves as refugees to look for opportunities.
Now seeing these hungry refugees on the verge of an outbreak, he knew the time had come.
"Everyone be quiet, listen to me!"
Seeing the weak refugees around him, Zhou Ting shouted loudly.
Zhou Ting stood on the stone condescendingly, his loud voice immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"Fathers and folks, we have no way to survive. If we continue on, the officials and gentry everywhere will still not pity us, nor will they give us a grain of food. We will only starve to death!"
After hearing Zhou Ting's words, the refugees were filled with a sense of despair, because they left their hometowns, and now they are forced to sleep in the open.
"There is food in the high wall over there, but the squire would rather store it there than give us a little to keep us alive!"
"They don't want us to live, and don't give us a way to live. We have to figure out a way for ourselves to survive. If they don't give it to us, we can only rob it, or we will all die!"
One word awakened the dreamer, the refugees had been pleading and begging, but the country gentry officials did not show mercy to them, they were still struggling hard on the line of life and death.
Now some people stand up and call on them to grab life-saving food. Some of them are eager to move, while others show hesitation.
"It's the men who stand up for me. In order for your parents, wives and children to have food and not starve to death, take up arms and let's save life!"
Seeing the refugees gathered around the stone, Zhou Ting shouted with real arms.
"Live!"
"Live!"
Several confidants of Zhou Ting who were among the refugees also shouted loudly.
"Live!"
"Live!"
The refugees have been struggling and have endured to the extreme. Under the guidance of Zhou Ting and the others, their emotions suddenly exploded.
The stones, wooden sticks, and kitchen knives that the refugees were looking for, under the leadership of Zhou Ting and others, shouted loudly and approached the high-walled compound of the squire.
Seeing the black crowd of refugees coming, the squire also turned pale, because he realized that something was wrong.
"Quickly report to the county magistrate and ask him to send troops to suppress the mob!" The squire tremblingly ordered.
The servants also felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Several servants with bows and arrows even bent their bows and set up arrows, and the arrows were aimed at the refugees outside.
However, there were so many refugees that they didn't know who to target, and they also showed panicked expressions. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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