() There are several large shipping transport ships anchored in Foshou Bay. These transport ships arrive according to a certain schedule, with an interval of about ten days each time. [No pop-up novel website] The refugee formations are also arranged roughly according to this cycle.
It is not certain how many ships come from Jeju, but they can transport at least three thousand people each time - in fact, the number of refugees stranded here is rarely lower than this number. In addition to the steady stream of refugee formations sent by Yunshengguan, there are also many desperate refugees who come here spontaneously. The fact that there are boats to pick up refugees in Foshan Bay has spread like wildfire in the local area. Although they don’t know where they will be taken on the boats, let alone their future, the imminent death still forces the refugees to take this road. ——Just want to survive: Since there is a ship to pick up the shipment, it is not necessarily necessary to kill them at sea and feed them to the fish.
When Wang Ruixiang arrived at the Bay of Fohand, thousands of refugees were sleeping outside the refugee camp as usual. These people had no shelter or food. They only relied on the small amount of relief rations distributed by the Bay of Fohand garrison every day to survive. Hundreds of people died every night. . However, new refugees arrive every day, so there are always a lot of people gathering outside the refugee camp.
Wang Ruixiang got off his horse, took out his handkerchief and wiped the snot under his nose. Watching the refugees collecting corpses under the command of the defenders in the camp - the corpses of the refugees who died of freezing and starvation at night will be collected at dawn. Frozen corpses covered with ice were piled one by one on rough sledges like lumber, dragged to the seaside, loaded onto small boats and thrown into the sea.
The people doing this work are all refugees who are almost half-dead sleeping outside. Without him, working for the transfer station can get an extra bowl of relief.
If you want to survive in this time and space, you have to be hard-hearted. Wang Ruixiang listened to the crunching sound of the ice and snow under his feet, and walked through the refugees with a sullen face. The refugees gathered outside the refugee camp have voluntarily given way to a wide road - those who are still crossing the road are either dead or about to die.
The door of the refugee camp has been opened. Huang Xiong, the person in charge of the Foshou Bay Transfer Station, is standing upright in front of the door. He is wearing the winter uniform that is only issued by the northbound detachment. He wears a white coat outside the gray woolen coat. Sheepskin vest.
"Report - Report: Captain of the Foshan Bay dispatch unit, Infantry Lieutenant Huang Xiong reports to you! The unit should have fifty-five people, but the actual number is thirty, and we are waiting for your instructions!"
His voice was a little urgent, as if he didn't expect Wang Ruixiang to arrive in person.
"Take a break." Wang Ruixiang's eyes paused on the officer's face for a moment, and saw that he looked uneasy. It seems that the tip from the Ten-man Group is true.
"Disband the team! Take me to your headquarters!"
"Yes Yes……"
Huang Xiong's headquarters is located on the pier. The piers of Foshou Bay are just smoke piers. The entire pier is made of rammed earth and is not covered with bricks. It has suffered from lack of maintenance over the years and has suffered many collapses. Surrounding the pier is a wall four meters high and about a hundred meters long, and outside the wall is a trench.
Entering the wall of the pier, there is a row of pier army houses on the left side. There is a well next to the house - but the water source has long been chlorinated and is not drinkable. To drink water, you have to go to the nearby river to fetch it. In winter, there is ice and snow that can be melted. Water is slightly more convenient.
On the right side of the wall are the pier army's horse pens and warehouses, which are used to stack various necessary military supplies in the pier. Although these houses are in disrepair, with broken windows and leaky roofs, they are still much better than the shacks outside. Therefore, these houses were slightly repaired and used as barracks and command posts for dispatched units.
Wang Ruixiang walked in. It was clean and there was no trace of ice or snow at all. Garbage is sorted and firewood is stacked neatly.
Huang Xiong's dormitory and command post is located in one of the best rooms. This kind of house has two rooms at the front and back. The outside was originally the kitchen and main room, and the back was the bedroom, with a fire pit connecting the front and back walls. After Huang Xiong moved in, he converted the outside room into a command post, and the inside was his bedroom.
As soon as Wang Ruixiang walked in, he smelled the smell of powder. Seeing Huang Xiong's uneasy look, he knew that what the report materials said was true. But he was in no rush to reveal it. He quietly looked at the documents, maps and stationery on the table, and then at the rifle hanging on the wall. He noticed that the curtain leading to the bedroom was new and the room was extremely tidy.
"Captain Huang," Wang Ruixiang sat down, "you have a good life."
Huang Xiong was already in a state of anxiety, but when he was aroused by Wang Ruixiang's words, he immediately stood up and said: "Reporting to the leader, compared with other detachments, the conditions here are indeed better..."
"Nonsense!" Wang Ruixiang interrupted him, "You have a feminine touch in this house!" He pointed at the door curtain, "Everyone is crawling on the ice and snow, rushing to rescue more refugees. It would be better for you to stay in the golden house first. It’s time to hide your love!”
Huang Xiong felt cold all over: he was indeed the hidden beauty in the golden house. Since they set up a transfer station in Foshan Bay, in addition to the refugees sent from Yizhou, refugees from all over the country have been arriving in a steady stream. In order to allow more refugees to survive, Daochang Zhang and Wang Ruixiang allowed the dispatch team to use a certain amount of relief rations to rescue the refugees every day, which would give them some possibility of survival. but. These refugees are "not registered", and there is no record of how many they came, how many died, or how much they lost. Civil affairs authorities only record the number of "additional refugees" who are ultimately able to board ships.
Refugees are willing to do anything to survive. For women who have nothing left, selling their bodies becomes the only way to make a living. There was a woman who used her body to seduce the soldiers who were dispatched to the detachment.
Although these women are unkempt and haggard, it is not a problem for soldiers who have served for a long time and look like old sows with double eyelids, not to mention that many of them are the daughters of middle-class families or even wealthy families who are usually pampered. The daughter-in-law, despite being brutally tortured by natural disasters, still retains her charm.
If you are on duty outside for a long time, you will inevitably be lax in your records. Some brave soldiers took action. At first, they just exchanged a bowl of goo for a woman's favor. Gradually, the soldiers developed feelings for some of the women. They also needed help with sewing, mending, washing and other things, so it became a The pair quietly lived the life of a dewy couple.
Huang Xiong was quickly involved, but as an officer, he did not bother to mess with refugee women. It took him a while to choose a sixteen-year-old girl who was both talented and beautiful, and who came from a scholarly family, to be his "wife".
As soon as the officer took the lead, things that were originally secretive became open and honest. Now, not only do most of the soldiers in the detachment have "temporary wives", some soldiers even keep the women by their side as casual couples while continuing to have sex with them. Fuck other women outside - as long as you give him a bowl of paste, as many women as you want will lie down.
"It's such a corruption of military discipline!" Wang Ruixiang denounced, "Why do you deserve to be a soldier of the Senate! Women, women, can't live without that hole?!"
Huang Xiong blushed. He knew that the Senate's attitude toward soldiers was completely different from that of the Ming Dynasty: Fubo Army soldiers not only received good treatment, but also had a high military status. They were given preferential treatment wherever they went out. And no one is allowed to insult a soldier, even having sex with a soldier's wife is a crime.
However, there are more men than women in Lingao, and the soldiers have almost no opportunities to contact the public. Not to mention ordinary big-headed soldiers, even those like Huang Xiong who have served for several years and have been promoted to officers cannot find a wife - the military has never been a profession that attracts women.
Now seeing boats after boats of women being transported away under his nose, and women coming so easily, the desire that has been suppressed for a long time naturally bursts out.
Wang Ruixiang continued to scold: "...Do you still have any human conscience! How many refugees are starving to death outside, but you are using relief rations to play with women!"
Huang Xiong didn't dare to reply - Elder Wang's rage was understandable: the Senate regarded military discipline as a lifeline, and one of the most taboos was for soldiers to have sex with women while performing tasks - during vacations, you can do whatever you want - as long as you get a yellow card. Where is the maid? But once on duty, they are not even allowed to mention the word woman.
The back of Huang Xiong's neck felt cold when he thought of the clause in the "Array Discipline" regarding the death penalty for women who violated the law. He knew a thing or two about this king's leader: it was said among the naturalized people that he was good with an axe, and had chopped off countless heads during the wars fought by the masters.
If the chief had said, "Pull him out and kill him," he would immediately become one of the corpses put on a boat and thrown into the sea.
However, at this moment, he didn't know how to explain: the leader obviously came prepared, and he couldn't make a name for himself if he tried to argue, and Fubo's army was not in the mood to kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy. He had to stand silently.
Wang Ruixiang saw him dumbfounded, blushing and speechless. He walked a few steps and lifted the door curtain of the back room. The supplies inside were burning warm. The room was tidy, and several sets of replacement clothes were folded neatly. Kangtou. There was also a patched uniform shirt lying on the kang.
Wang Ruixiang snorted coldly and asked, "Where are the people?"
"Report, report to the head, all... are hiding in the refugee camp..."
"You know I'm coming, right?"
"Yes, yes," Huang Xiong suddenly shuddered. Wasn't this an intention to deceive the chief? He quickly said, "No, no, it's not..."
Wang Ruixiang waved his hand and walked out again.
Huang Xiong trembled and lost his composure, and said: "I have been obsessed these days. I have not restrained the team well, and I have also taken the lead in violating discipline. Please give the leader a severe punishment: I will be pulled out and shot immediately without any hesitation."
