The granary is located in the southwest corner of the city, and should be the farthest point from the eastern and northern cities, which are surrounded by undead and orcs. Of course, this place should have been empty and could starve to death at any time, but due to the arrival of the last few batches of reinforcements, the stockpile in the granary has suddenly been filled. He also felt that his heart was full, and of course there was Colonel Pagell, the military ration manager of the defending army.

Barley flour from the Kingdom of Milan, jerky and sausages from the Duchy of Vickel, salted fish and seashells from the Kingdom of Cross, and even fruit wine and a variety of fruits and vegetables from the Duchy of Hilminster. Although these assortments are not luxuries, they are diverse enough to open a restaurant. In any case, as a storekeeper in charge of materials, seeing that the treasury he managed was finally filled with supplies from the allies, Brigadier General Pager's mood that had been empty for several weeks couldn't help but be slowly filled with a sense of security.

Indeed, this old gentleman does not look like a soldier, with a chubby and round figure, a kind and cute smile, and a temperament that is as soft as a ball of cotton, even if he wears a military uniform and has a sword hanging from his waist, this is more like the owner of a small hotel on the street. Because of the good temper of the good temper and the good price and good craftsmanship of the good money, the business is prosperous, and the popularity and prestige in the neighborhood are good, but because of the lack of ambition in the character, it has been impossible to turn a small hotel into a large restaurant.

In fact, the chubby Mr. Peggier was neither a magician nor an ambitious and valiant warrior, but a very good manager of affairs. It is very recognized by the big names above. On the other hand, he himself has no ambitions. has a good relationship with everyone, and in this way, he slowly climbed to the status of a general. In charge of all the logistics of the entire Black Man City garrison. This is also the highest position he can get before he retires, and if he can retire safely, the Federation, which is "occasionally still very humane", should also give him a major general's retirement treatment.

Of course, this qiē must have been for Mr. Pager to survive this war.

"In any case, at least it is impossible for the officers and men of the whole army to run out of food within a month." The chubby old brigadier said so happily to the man next to him. As long as there is enough food, at least the city will not fall because of lack of food, and the rest. It's up to others to fight for results. He could only trust the others, after all, he couldn't do anything other than manage the material in this granary. This is what Major Pager wanted to say, and perhaps that was what he meant.

"That's not good." The young man he was talking to smiled and said, "There are still three or four hundred thousand civilians in this city." If you count their rations, it will only last a few days, right? Once the people make a fuss because of the lack of food, it will be ......"

"That's it? This ......"

"I've heard of a famous general in ancient times when he was besieged to the point of running out of food, and even after all the rats in the city had eaten up. He slew his favorite concubine and gave her flesh to the defenders. This decisive approach frightened the besieging enemy, and then they retreated in a panic. ”

"You, don't scare me! You can't joke with an older person when you're young. The old brigadier laughed dryly. Then he noticed the convoy at the end of the street.

"You ...... this"

"Reinforcements from the Duchy of Lasai." The lead officer of the convoy gave Colonel Pager a standard military salute, and then took out a letter from his bosom: "Please count the quantity and type of some supplies, and the lower officer can complete the handover." ”

"It's weird. I didn't hear of a supply fleet arriving at the docks today. The colonel took Wen Jiàn and looked puzzled.

"It came in by land from the south gate. The enemy army did not completely trap the entire city. You know that, too. ”

"It's still very difficult to be completely trapped in such a black city. With the strength of the orcs and the undead now. It is not impossible to surround the whole city...... However, it will be difficult to launch such a fierce attack. Mr. Colonel nodded silently. Although he was a civilian officer in a transactional role, he had neither fought nor led troops in a serious manner, but he still had a minimum of military knowledge.

"However, the heat energy of the Principality of Lasai is fed by land, which is really remarkable." Along the Blackwater River in the eastern city, as well as in the area of the southern city, although the orc undead alliance did not set up a company camp that stretched for hundreds of miles like the east and north of the city, it also deployed a sufficient number of scouts and guerrilla troops, and the combat power and strength should not be underestimated.

"Of those alliances of nations on the Dragonclaw Peninsula, the only one that can fight is the Duchy of Lasai, right? The Highland Halberd is also a well-known and powerful army in the world. If it weren't for the fact that their territory was too small and their population was too small, they might have unified the entire Dragonclaw Peninsula. The young man, who had been talking to Colonel Peggier, replied as he walked over.

"That's right. If it were a thousand highland halberd sergeants who escorted these grains and grass, well, even if it was five hundred, it would still be a great boost to the morale and morale of the soldiers in the city. The old colonel turned his head and smiled at the young man.

At the very moment when he turned back, the officer leading the convoy suddenly drew a dagger from his waist, and the sharp blade was slashing towards the old brigadier general's neck.

At the same moment, located in the central square of the black man, another conflict was also on the verge of breaking out.

The Adventurer's House was temporarily turned into a front-line hospital, and the priests of the church became the doctors of the front-line hospital, so the church and the large square in front of the church became a gathering place for most of the refugees who fled to the city for refuge. The city's indigenous people have their own homes, but these refugees have nowhere else to gather for warmth, and those who are lucky may find a spacious place to pitch a tent, while those who are unlucky will be left to fend for themselves. Some well-meaning residents would have come over and give some food and daily necessities to these refugees, but after all, it was a drop in the bucket. During this more than a month of life, many refugees still died of panic and starvation. Then it was hastily gathered by the federal soldiers and burned.

Most of these refugees are federal citizens. As well as a part of the serfs of the noble gatekeepers. Once again, they listened to the government's propaganda and thought that they could find hope for a new life on the ground. But now, all of them are classified as zero...... Now even lives are under direct threat. Under such circumstances, the mental state of these refugees can also be imagined.

In fact, during the past few days of the battle, adventurers and mercenaries, as well as some other residents of Black Manga City, have spontaneously helped defend the city, but almost none of these refugees who have just escaped have moved.

"We've done enough for this country!" A man in the prime of life said to the officers who came to recruit strong men: "If you want money, I will pay you taxes; You want slaves. We have lost our children, brothers and sisters; You want more industry, and we lose our farmland, our shops, and our hometown! We've given so much, but we keep saying that we'll protect us from the Union Army, and where are the magicians who enjoy our worship and worship? Now, don't think about letting us lose our lives again! ”

"And then just wait for the orcs and the undead to fight and become food, or will they be enslaved by eternity and not even be able to free their souls?" The officer asked in a cold tone.

“…… We have been eternally enslaved, by the magicians you serve. By the alliance of knowledge! The man was silent for a few seconds, then shouted in a louder voice and a tone that bordered on a roar.

"What did you just say? Untouchables! Such outrageous remarks can already constitute treason! The officer let out a sharp shout, and his right hand was already pressed against the hilt of his sword.

"Not yet...... You just don't say a few words, don't exacerbate the contradictions, right? Another officer, who seemed to be more sensible, quickly stopped his companion. Then he squeezed out a somewhat stiff smile at the refugees: "Don't be afraid, all we need now is some people, carry some weapons and supplies." I won't ask you to go to war. ”

Everyone was unmoved, and the atmosphere in the whole square suddenly cooled down.

"See. These untouchables are meant to be such virtues. The officer, who had almost caused the conflict before, pouted and stepped forward. He said loudly: "Forget it, I didn't expect that you, untouchables like pigs and dogs, would have any sense of mission and sacrifice for our great and sacred country. Just huddle here and shiver like a pack of guinea pigs. Now, I ask that all the slaves step forward and follow me up to the wall! Your master has given you the right to use you, and now, the Federation forces have the right to order all of you, including you to die! Do you understand? If you want to prove that you are still useful, don't shrink into these untouchables and come out on your own. ”

His words caused a longer silence, and many of them cowered and tried to hide in the crowd for fear that the sun would shine on them, while many showed obvious anger and looked up at the officers with their chests held high, like a flock of angry rams. Slaves and commoners are not too clearly defined in the strange country of the Federation. Citizens who lose their jobs and can no longer pay taxes become commoners, or refugees, and have to attach their lives, liberty and dignity to the powerful in order to get a bite to eat, and they become slaves.

Strangely, of course, the lack of jobs is not due to the fact that there is not enough capacity in the Confederation to provide enough jobs, but because, in the concept of the magical magnate, hired hands and tenant farmers need to be paid, but slaves don't need anything. As a result, they will consciously accept immigrants from the ground and then find ways to turn these refugees into slaves. The result is a peculiar state formation, with plenty of wasteland and mines to be cultivated on floating islands, but unemployment is always high.

If it was in Lu Xi's hometown, such an undisciplined way of ruling would have been overthrown twenty times by the awakened people's uprising, but in this occult world where the force of magicians can crush hundreds of thousands of dicks, the strange high-pressure ruling method of the Academic Alliance has been maintained like this, and it has maintained a superficial prosperity.

But this was before. The current situation is that the Scholarly Alliance has failed miserably. The floating battleships of the eternal sky have turned into large fireballs over the Ironstone Canyon, and the battlemages who call for wind and rain have become the military rations of the orcs and the corpses of the undead.

In terms of class, refugees and slaves belong to the same level. They also have no permanent property in their hands and no permanent karma, and they can be willing to cut their bodies when they are down. They were meant to fight side by side.

A few seconds later, a stone suddenly flew out of the crowd and struck the officer in the forehead with precision.

"Stooge!" The voice of the man in the prime of life was as fanatical as that of a martyr of high ideals: "Die with your masters!" Everyone, unite! Protect our own poor brothers! ”

"Ahh The officer clutched his forehead and let out a cry like a duck stuck in his neck, and blood flowed from between his fingers, covering half of his face. (To be continued......)

PS: It's the last day, of course, ask me why I suddenly got into the free channel...... Actually, I don't know