Chapter 932

Chapter 932

My Empire Chapter 932

2020-11-03

Chapter 932 934 Plague

In the southern region of the Alanhill Empire, in a dilapidated house, a man looked at himself lying on the bed Son, there is despair in his eyes.

This house is made of stone, and there is almost nothing of value in the room. If you say it more desperately, and more accurately, there are not many worthless things.

There is a table in the house. One of the legs of this table is broken and can only be supported by a stone.

The stools are even worse. There are only two things in this room that can be used as stools - yes, two cut tree stumps...

The whole house Really poor, not even a decent cabinet. The only thing that can be said to be usable is the bed on which the little child is lying.

To be honest, this bed, and all this tattered furniture, and this room, don't really belong to them. The previous owner of this house didn't know whether it was alive or dead. It has experienced the invasion of demons, experienced the war of Alanhill's southward movement, and can live in any land without owner...

It has been more than half a year since it was occupied by the Alanhill Empire, and many new things have indeed changed people's lives.

For example, there is a telegraph in the city, and occasionally in the sky, you can see the transport plane of the Alanhill Empire, and some giant dragons that don't know where to go.

In the past, these rare beasts were never seen at all, but now these huge, scaly reptiles can be seen occasionally.

The army of the Alanhill Empire occupied this place and left some supplies when passing by. Of course, these materials were all held by the acting consuls, and so far they have not been distributed to the poor.

But the wars experienced here are real, so the people here can say that they have nothing, and basically only have one life left.

For another example, people here have never seen a car before, but now, about 30 kilometers away from this small town, a simple earthen road has been built, where you can often see people coming and going. transport car full of various things.

The robbery is absolutely unimaginable, because those Mercedes-Benz cars will be escorted by soldiers, those Alanhill soldiers with terrifying weapons in their hands, only need a few people to kill Highway Robbery with no difficulty refugees.

For these refugees in the southern region who are living in misery

"father...I'm so uncomfortable..." The child lying on the bed looked very ugly. Because of the high fever, he His face was morbidly flushed, and he looked like cooked seafood.

Because of the war, the population of this town has dropped sharply to the original 2/3/2022, and now a plague has broken out, and the whole town is filled with a smell of death.

"You'll be fine soon! You'll be fine." The man looked at his son, choked up, comforted.

"father...you say, what does meat... taste like?" The little boy was already struggling to speak.

The man had already put on a crying voice and said comforted: "child...father I'm sorry for you! I'm sorry for both of you!"

After he finished speaking, he buried his head on the edge of the bed and cried bitterly. , his wife died yesterday. The plague took away half of the lives of the people in the town, and most of the remaining people started to get sick one after another.

There are not one out of ten old people in the town, and the old people who are barely alive are now volunteers, responsible for burning and disposing of the bodies in the town.

Although there is no snow here, the winter in the south is still very cold. The house was very damp and cold, and the poor people who had no clothes to keep out the cold at all could only pick off the clothes from the dead bodies and put them on themselves.

But in this way, the spread of the plague will be faster, more people will die, and more lives will be worse than death.

The living are like hell, the dead are more like liberation. There was an inexplicable stench everywhere, like the smell of decay, and the stench of burning corpses.

The acting consul, who originally rode on people's heads and tyrannically abused power, has long since taken his family to hide in the big city.

There are medical teams sent by the Alanhill Empire and special medicines specially prepared for the plague. Hiding in the city, the probability of surviving is ten times that of people waiting to die in the country village!

"Father is useless! Father is useless!" Hearing that his child said he didn't know the taste of meat, the man became more saddened.

He was originally a skilled farmer, and his family of three could barely survive before the war years.

But last year, the Demon Race invaded and he lost his land. Many were slaughtered by the Demon Race, and the rest managed to persevere, only to encounter the Alanhill Imperial Army heading south.

The war had drained his savings, and some of the food he had stashed had been depleted. Today, he is destitute and has nothing left.

His wife survived the invasion of Demon Race, survived the chaos of war, but failed to survive the plague...

The child in front of him is already him now The only sustenance. He beat his head in pain, as if hoping that his pain could replace the pain of some children.

Why...why can neither the rule of the southern kingdom, nor the invasion of the devil, nor the occupation of Alanhill, change the bitterness of life?

As a farmer, he never had any rebellious thoughts. He has never hurt anyone, and he doesn't have the guts to do anything wrong-but fate seems to be so unfair, and there is no way for the kind-hearted family to survive.

"Ah..." He extended the hand and held his cold son's hand, and he could feel the life being lost from this young hand.

"father...cough...cough cough..." The little boy gasped in pain, as if his breathing would stop at any moment with a cough.

For a father, listening to such a voice is a torment every minute. He was in tears, which soon wet his chest.

The tattered, not bulky dress was covered in patches and looked more soiled than a rag.

In fact, people here rarely get a chance to take a bath, and their clothes are full of fleas. Compared to Serris, poverty here is like hell.

It is also bathed in the sacred sunlight of the Alanhill Empire. In some places, people are tired of eating big fish and meat, and even start to pay attention to the combination of nutrition and nutrition.

In some places, people still die because of poverty and humbleness, and even after they die, there is not even a decent cemetery.

(end of this chapter)