Section 145: Planning

Lin Xiang stood up and walked slowly to the simple window made of iron bars and wood. Looking at the messy refugee tents scattered in the wilderness in the distance, he said lightly: "If possible, I don't want to do this. But Cobert, you have to understand that although there are recommendations from Emma City, Blanche is an outsider after all. Only through this uninterrupted test of abnormal channels can I infer her ideas and thinking ideas to a certain extent."

“Unstop testing?”

Surprised Cobert keenly grasped the core of his words: "You mean, will the game like today continue like a double act like this?"

"I don't want to do this either. But I have no choice—"

Lin Xiang's black eyes released a calm gaze: "I watched Yinyue transform from a small town into a city with my own eyes. I can't imagine and absolutely cannot tolerate any harm to the people living on this land. There are too many dirty and ugly things in this world. For the sake of interests, those guys hiding in the dark brewing conspiracy will use any means to destroy and destroy everything we have. Of course, I am not saying that Blanche will be one of them, and I am not absolutely sure to explore her thoughts. However, it is not very reassuring to use an outsider to manage Yinyue City. I must know her better, understand her heart, feel her pain and joy, and subtly make her truly our person."

Cobber nodded and asked, "The monitoring is only for Blanche? Or all the management staff sent from Emma City?"

"We must monitor everyone." After pausing, Lin Xiang added: "We cannot take risks."

"What, don't you believe Gliffiz and Elena?" Cobert's face showed a puzzled and strange look.

"Haha! Of course I believe them."

Lin Xiang smiled: "But Glifiz and Elena are not gods, and they cannot see everyone's hearts clearly. Among these assigned managers, there may be Ferdinand or Sosbia, or even spies from other forces. We cannot achieve 100% absolute lie detection. We can only arrange logical tests again and again according to the specific progress of the incident, but not to be explored by them, and gradually distinguish their true identities."

Cobert nodded silently: "So, for those refugees gathered outside the city, are you really going to implement Blanche's plan?"

Lin Xiang always smiled: "Without definite evidence of a person's specific identity and belonging, every manager in Yinyue City is our friend. In dealing with the current chaotic situation, Blanche was right - the best way to solve the problem of refugees is to use the most severe and direct means to completely eliminate the camp leaders."

To the north of Yinyue City, dense mountains wind and undulate hundreds of kilometers. The height of the peaks is very low, no more than kilometers at most, and the gap between them is not large. Some large woods similar to the broad-leaved trees in the old era are densely filled with gaps between mountains and ditches. Due to the lack of necessary moisture for growth, the tops and slopes of the mountains are occupied by barren blanks.

The season is approaching early autumn, but the weather is still not weaker than the hot summer. A gray-white road paved with crushing fine stones also enters the center of the field of view as the eyes move. The spacious road surface is more than ten meters, and the stones and the mud used to fill the gaps are shattered very strongly. The southernmost end of the road is connected to the residential area of ​​Yinyue Neicheng. The bifurcations on the east and west sides surround the inner city to form a transportation network connected with countless branches. As for the north side of the main road, it extends towards the mountains and reaches the foot of the mountain in the distance.

At the end of the road, it disappeared into a huge valley. There was no plant distribution here. It slowly moved northward along both sides of the valley from the outside and the inside in an inclined half-slope shape. The valley was filled with busy people, wearing simple nude sweatshirts, or half-naked thick and strong bodies, wielding hard steel drills and huge hammers, and chiseled cracks from the huge rock surface that exploded from the center of the mountain, and polished them into different types according to their size. More than a dozen trucks and hundreds of double-headed ox carts, wildebeest carts, and wooden human carts, circulated back and forth on the wide road. It seemed that the lucky ones who discovered the treasures in the legend stubbornly and seriously hollowed out the mountains, loaded and transported them with vehicles to carry them away the materials necessary to create a new home, and built their own homes on the desolate wilderness.

At the southernmost end of the city, dozens of independent warning towers made of large pieces of stone and reinforced concrete are scattered. This type of defensive building with a height of more than twenty meters is very strong. Under normal circumstances, each tower has generally six to ten guards. The towers store enough food and water to last a week, as well as an astonishing amount of weapons and ammunition. When equipped with heavy weapons, it is impossible to cause any damage to these towers. They are like a line that has no actual connection but is leaning against each other and connecting to each other, firmly surrounding the entire city.

About eight hundred meters away from the warning tower, a soil trunk made of soil mixed with gravel and various debris stood. Compared with the sturdy stone tower opposite, this wall that can only protect the chest, like a half-dead earthworm winding and twisting, is simply a toy made of mud. It forms an irregular arc from east to south. Thousands of armed refugees holding old muskets and various old weapons, relying on this simple fortification, confronted each other with the heavily guarded city guards on the opposite side.

This is a very strange phenomenon. It feels like the dense grassland hyenas in the old era, standing opposite dozens of lions, grinning and showing a fierce look. At first, refugees would stand behind the earth every day, greeting the guards themselves and their relatives in various dirty and dirty languages. This is an activity with special significance and encouraging nature. Looking at the history of human wars left over from ancient times, both sides of the enemy often use mutual cursing methods to belittle their opponents, raise themselves, boost morale, and ultimately achieve the role of achieving a practical effect in the battle to decide the outcome.

In response to this, the guardians of Yinyue City in the alert tower never responded to any reaction. It was not that they were all born with good tempers. It was difficult to see the movements on the opposite side by their naked eyes alone, let alone hear the inexplicable sounds in the mouths that opened and closed quickly.

The wilderness is full of people - tents built with various colors and materials occupy the vast space behind the earth in disorder. Each tent is filled with refugees, and this simple obstruction separates them from families or close people. There is no obstruction around the tent, and the transparent environment allows everyone to peek at each other's privacy at close range. Almost everyone is desperately cursing the sun that releases dazzling light in the sky. When the dark night comes, it is also the happiest time of the day that refugees are most looking forward to.

Only by comparison can you be happy.

Citizens living in Yinyue Outer City have to work hard and hard every day from morning to night to get a rationed food issued by the City Management Committee. The amount of food is not large, enough to eat enough, but no surplus will be left. If, according to the old viewpoint, this kind of labor method that simply costs food, would undoubtedly be given a variety of exploitation titles. However, people living in the city still feel peaceful and happy. Compared with the refugees in the wilderness, they undoubtedly live in heaven because they can eat enough, and on the periphery of the living area, there are also a large number of armed personnel to ensure safety and stability. In this regard, it is enough to make the displaced people feel envious in the wilderness.

Not everyone thinks so. Unfortunately, it is these people with different thinking that determine the fate of a large number of refugees.

To the south of Yinyue City, in the middle of the refugee camp about one kilometer away from the earthen village, a huge tent covered with black waterproof felt stands. Looking down from the air, it is like a large garbage dump formed by countless refugee tents, surrounded by strange shapes and terrible sizes.

It's lunch time now, and a circle of rice squares is placed in the spacious tent, with exquisite and beautiful small red oil square tables. There are golden wheat bread in the wooden dining plate, and the large bowl next to it is filled with fragrant barbecue. The chef's craftsmanship is very good. The meat is roasted so crispy and shiny oil beads on the surface. People sitting cross-legged in front of the coffee table poured the prepared marinade on the meat, tore off large pieces of leather oil, and stuffed it into their mouths and chewed it slowly.

Donnashe, sitting in the center of the tent, was a thin and elegant old man with a slightly elegance. His straight and slightly convex nose bridge and deep eyes embellished with a stubborn but wise face. He wore a soft white linen robe and sat on a thick and soft cotton pad embroidered with a gold lily pattern. In the most elegant posture, he held a glass of fresh red wine, and concealed the kind smile on his face, and looked carefully at everyone sitting around him.

There were 48 guests sitting in the tent to attend the banquet.

They were all surrounded by the leaders of major camps who were unwilling to undergo quarantine and enter the city according to the adaptation requirements, nor were they willing to leave. They all had a large number of refugees. The number was about 3,000, and the least was more than 1,000. Roughly speaking, the total population had exceeded 60,000.

Donnashe Mumford is an old man with great ambitions. He never thought of relying on a certain city or large settlement. Since the decades when he became the leader of the Mumford clan, the number of refugees has been steadily increasing. Judging from all the refugees gathered near Yinyue City, the Mumford Camp, which has more than 5,000 people, covers the largest area and has the strongest strength.

No one likes a displaced life, and everyone yearns for stability and happiness. But Old Donnaschul's understanding of happiness is obviously different from that of ordinary people - he will never allow the Mumford tribe to become a vassal of a certain force. In the past few decades, he has refused countless attractions and temptations from other settlements. He is very clear: power can only be firmly held in his hands and must not be dispersed. There is no so-called loyalty in the refugees in the wilderness. As long as there is enough food and water, they will obey who they will do.

Due to radiation, almost all land in this world cannot be continuously cultivated. Even when rain is sufficient, crop planting can only last for one year at most. As soon as the harvest season ends, refugees must start new migration and travel to another piece of land to start new cultivation. The period of reciprocating tillage is generally about five years, which is also a necessary time for the soil to desalinate the dust accumulation of surface radiation.

This way of survival of migrating and farming is very similar to the nomadic peoples in ancient times. However, the refugees faced much more difficulties than ancient humans. They had to go the longest path in the shortest time to not delay sowing and tilling and obtain the food consumed for one year. If there was insufficient rain or large-scale disease and pest disasters, the sharply reduced crop yield could not supply the needs of the whole tribe. Under the threat of hunger, the ethnic group had to abandon some of the elderly and weak, kill them and make them into jerky meat. Or contact slave traders and sell some of the population in exchange for enough food... In short, refugees in the wilderness must face various difficulties that humans could not imagine in the old era. Therefore, the basic population of refugees is mostly maintained at a relatively stable number. It will not be too high or too little, and it depends entirely on the food and arable land grain output that each ethnic group has.

The Mumford tribe led by Old Donaldshe was very lucky. In the past fifteen years, the ethnic groups have migrated back and forth between six pieces of different farmlands at different distances. They have not encountered any natural disasters, and the crop harvest has been maintained at a relatively high level. This makes the Mumford tribe much more reserved grain than other ethnic groups and has a stronger ability to absorb scattered refugees in the wilderness. During the migration process, the Mumford tribe even attacked continuously and swallowed several small groups with a population of only a few hundred, making itself even bigger and stronger.

Ambition and strength are always proportional. Old Donaldsey is no exception.

In this era of lack of population, five thousand people are a large number and an extremely considerable amount of wealth. They can even control a region and become independent forces occupying it. But the Mumford tribe did not do this. They still ran back and forth between the various ploughs in the wilderness, harvesting food from the land that had just eliminated radiation.

It’s not that they don’t want to settle down, but that they don’t have the right conditions.

There is no water source near all the farmlands that is consumed for a long time. Without water, there is naturally no place to live.

Old Donnashe dreamed of finding a land with water. Only by settling down can the Mumford tribe be stable and can they have opportunities for development and expansion like those powerful families.

Like all the leaders of large camps, Old Donaldshu also dispatched a large number of exploration personnel to the surrounding areas. Among them, the news from the direction of Yinyue City made him very moved - this fertile land contains abundant water. What is even more tempting is that they can be drunk directly without purifying.

Old Donnashe didn't delay for a second, and led the entire clan to Yinyue City as fast as possible. He knew very well that having water means food, and there was no need to summon and persuade. All refugees in the wilderness would consciously and actively gather in the sweet water land in the face of this irresistible temptation.

It turns out that he is right.

The number of refugees gathered near Yinyue City was so large that it was terrifying. Old Donaldshu had an unprecedented impulse and excitement. He had a premonition that this was his opportunity and the best time for the rise of the Mumford tribe. As long as he united the leaders of all refugees and firmly occupied the outer periphery of Yinyue City, he could gain a foothold and divide all the resources on this land equally.

This is not a basisless delusion. Old Donald Xiu was very rational. Of course he understood that it was impossible to fight against Yinyue City with the weak armed forces of the Mangfude tribe. But now it is different. If all the refugees outside the city are united, they can obtain a huge army of more than thousands of people. Of course, they do not have the power to attack Yinyue City, and they cannot break through the defense line composed of a warning tower, but they can form an effective defense behind the earth base and resist the counterattack of the forces in the city.

You should know that the population in that city is at most tens of thousands. However, the refugees gathered outside the city are as many as 60,000. Moreover, this number is gradually increasing over time. Although the managers in Yinyue City have repeatedly released news, claiming that they would give food and formal citizenship to the group of refugees who were adapted.

Every camp leader scoffed at this. Refugees are the foundation of power and power. Once they accept the adaptation, those poor people can certainly have enough food. However, what can I get?
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