Catastrophe - Chapter 1572 pity

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Most of the fortresses where the chaebol capitals are located will be built in the hinterland or behind to ensure their own safety.

Take the Pei family as an example. Before the civil war broke out, the capital No. 84 was set up in the center of the left and right, and it was very far away from other Beihuang chaebols. It can also trade with the Central Plains chaebol more effectively.

Later, the rebels occupied half of the territory, including Fort 84, and directly set up their headquarters at No. 87, which is the farthest from the front.

However, No. 82, the temporary capital of the Pei Clan, was the closest to the front line among the remaining territories of the Pei Clan.

Pei's move is tantamount to showing his determination to stick to the end and never back down. At the same time, he is also inspiring the soldiers on the front line to show an attitude that the chaebols are with them.

Pei's approach seems very tragic, but from a certain point of view, it is also helpless. After all, it can only show their bottom line and is not very useful for their counterattack.

No. 82 is only a medium-sized fortress. Compared with No. 84, the conditions in all aspects are much worse. This dilapidated fortress also seems to be a sign that the former overlord of the Pei family is now declining.

After days of heavy snow, the desert has been covered.

The chimney inside the fortress spewed black mist and rolled toward the sky.

The refugee area was starved to death, and there were countless corpses lying on the side of the road. These people still maintained the appearance of their lives, some people kept leaning against each other to keep warm, some died in their sleep, some people curled up, and some women held their own. child.

Ning Zhe hadn't seen such a sight for many years. In the past, he was already numb to this kind of sight. When he met a corpse on the way back from hunting, he would take off the other party's clothes and go to the grocery store to put on a little salt.

At that time, he had no understanding or concern for the world outside his life circle. For refugees, death was a common thing.

However, his life experience in Jin Qinhuan and his identity as a revolutionary army have made a strong change in his mood and attitude. Now Ning Zhe once again looks at the corpses who died of cold and starvation, and his heart is completely gone. For the joy of surviving, but full of grief.

In front of an exit of the fortress, the street was spotlessly swept, the floor was covered with red carpets, the guards of honor were like guns, lined up on both sides of the road, and the Pei officials who were in charge of contact were full of fat, wearing expensive furs, because they did a good job of keeping warm , his face was still slightly hot.

Even though the two sides were in a state of war, Pei still made the scene very grand, which represented their attitude and also showed their financial strength.

There were no corpses near the city gate, not even the homeless.

Ning Zhe has never hated the chaebols as much as he does now. In his opinion, these guys who live in temples and have already split with the people will only talk about their experience of the suffering of the people, no matter what the chaos is down there, no matter what the frontline wars are. No matter how tight they are, they also enjoy delicacies made by famous chefs every day, drink the highest quality water source, and eat special fruits and vegetables.

Even if the Pei family is truly occupied by the rebels one day, these guys can carry unimaginable wealth for ordinary people, and even take away all the money on the financial accounts of the chaebols and the antiques of the museum, and live in a new place. Generations can still step on the heads of ordinary people.

Xing, the people suffer.

die, the people suffer.

The people suffer, and the refugees suffer even more.

In order to maintain the war, even the fortress has implemented a planned distribution system, and the fortress people have repeatedly lowered the standard of food and clothing line, and the poverty level of the refugee area can be imagined.

After many years, Ning Zhe saw Meng Fan again, but it was only a back.

Greeted by the official No. 82, Ning Zhe briefly exchanged a few words with the other party, and then got into the luxury motorcade, took Shi Cong School and more than a dozen cronies and disappeared, and disappeared in the fortress that separated the two worlds. in the city walls.

"Boom!"

The city gate fell, and the officer who led the guarding force shouted with a loud horn: "All the soldiers boarded the car, retreated to camp outside the market town, and waited for the next order! Act fast!"

"when!"

The officer's voice fell, and a stone fell on his helmet in a parabola.

"Whoa!"

There was a sound of guns being loaded, and countless muzzles were aimed at the direction the stone was flying from.

A soldier ran over and quickly brought the half-year-old boy who threw the stone in front of him.

The officer looked at the little girl who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and his eyes were gloomy: "You threw the stone just now?"

The ragged, flesh-and-blood refugee girl glared at her and scolded, "Invaders! You have invaded our homeland! You are demons! You are beasts!"

The officer drew his pistol, loaded it, and aimed at the girl's forehead.

Seeing this, Zhang Fang put his finger on the gun safety.

Ning Zhe held Zhang Fang's wrist and shook his head gently.

"boom!"

The girl's head exploded, and the splattered blood stained the gray snow on the roadside.

The officer didn't even bother to look at the corpse lying on the side of the road, he turned around and waved his hand: "Retreat!"

Everyone turned around and started boarding.

In order to keep an eye on the guards on the side of the rebels, the law enforcement team and the mercenary team on No. 82 also kept people outside. Just now, Pei's people saw the rebels execute the little girl, but no one stopped them, and they also did this. Indifferent.

No matter for Pei and the rebels, the refugees are like pigs and dogs. They are not their own people, but they are tools that can be used to oppress and resist indefinitely. If they die, they will die.

Before boarding the car, Ning Zhe couldn't help but turn his head. He glanced at the little girl who had lost half of her head and had blood dripping all over the floor. He didn't feel pitiful, just sad.

Whether it was the rebels fighting over or the Pei clan fighting over, the refugees were still refugees, and their identities and classes would not change due to the change of chaebols, nor would they be accepted and recognized.

But she used her own life to defend something that didn't belong to her and had nothing to do with her, in exchange for the ridicule of the fortress people and the ridicule of her companions.

Ning Zhe sat back in the car, pulled out a cigarette, and opened the matchbox to find it was empty.

Hu Yihan's hand stretched out from the side and handed the lit kerosene lighter to Ning Zhe: "This is how the refugee area is, but we have lived in Jinqinhuan for too long, and we forgot..."

"I didn't forget." Ning Zhe lit the cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke: "I don't sympathize with her, and I don't have much feelings for the dead person. I just have a firmer belief! That is, the chaebols will only make the world a better place. It's getting worse and worse, and if our revolutionary army doesn't build a new world, the refugees really have no other way out."