"Guard platoon, come over and cut your braids one by one. Whoever dares to resist will be shot on the spot!”
"Leave the head, leave the braid, leave the debate, leave the head!”
After the order was given, the guard platoon's machine gunners aimed their general purpose machine guns at the refugees. The rest of the soldiers pulled out their tactical straight knives and strode towards the refugees.
The refugees were stunned by Zhu Lingye's order!
Leaving the head without the braids, leaving the braids without the head, this was simply forcing them to cut their braids!
"No... No, the imperial court's weirdo is coming down... Bang ~"
The left side of his face was swollen and his words were unclear. He still wanted to dissuade him.
The next second, Zhu Lingye decisively pulled out his pistol and shot him in the head.
Scared!
A gunshot rang out, and Old Muramasa's head exploded. The man who had wanted to resist was so frightened that he quickly squatted down and let the National Defense Force soldiers cut his braids.
It was his first time shooting someone. Zhu Lingye didn't feel uncomfortable looking at the yellow brain.
Am I born to be an executioner?
[The host is a ruthless person. F * ck!] The corpse is still mosaic?]
[Of course I have to play. There are too many underage voices. It's not right if I don't mosaic them.]]
This order is exactly the same as the hair-cutting order from back then, but it's been changed back.]
[Vicious, ruthless and decisive. The host is a person who does great things!]]
[It's a little ruthless, but for the streamer's current situation, this is definitely a good way to break through!]]
[666 I admire the streamer. I like his ruthless personality!]
[Yeah, it's too much for my liking. It's useless to be gentle. I have to be so ruthless that everyone in the world is afraid of me. Only then can I quickly overthrow the Barbarian Pure and rebuild a brand new world.]]
[I'll tip you five grenades first. Time to go to work ~]
[Me too. I'll tip you a frag grenade. Watch the replay after work!]]
Hahaha, I'm off today, so I can watch from morning till night!]
[I'm so jealous. Let's go to work ~]
Half an hour later, the 800 refugees were squatting by the roadside and wolfing down their food.
Zhu Lingye and the guards did not laugh at them!
If you hadn't eaten your fill for five years, eating wild vegetables, tree bark, and leaves every day, and suddenly having a pot of fragrant white rice porridge, you would probably be worse off than them.
However, these refugees were malnourished all year round. It was not easy to adjust. It would take at least a year and a half!
Duan Peng, the platoon leader of the security platoon, walked over with a roster in his hand.
"Commander-in-chief, there are a total of 814 refugees. Among them, 344 are youths aged 16 to 28, 248 are adult men aged 28 to 45, and only 34 are elderly. The rest are women and children.”
So many men?
Zhu Lingye was a little surprised and immediately understood.
In a year of great famine, the elderly would be the first to starve to death. Because their physical fitness could not support them for long, they might even be abandoned by their families.
The second was children who did not have the ability to survive independently.
The survival rate of adult men and women was much higher. After all, they had good physical strength and could go to further places to find food. They could also resist hunger.
" Bring out the adult males between the ages of 18 to 28 for a physical examination. Those who have no problems with their bodies will be incorporated into the recruit camp. Let the First Regiment Commander, Ding Wei, transfer a class to train the recruits.”
"In addition, let the military doctors examine the bodies of the refugees. Those who are sick will be treated, and those who are not sick will be given sharp candy to fight roundworms.”
Yes.
"What's a pointy candy?"
A crisp and sweet voice came into his ears. Zhu Lingye looked down and saw a girl with dark yellow skin, thin body, and yellow hair. However, from the outline of her face, as long as she had enough nutrition, she was definitely a little girl.
The little girl looked up at Zhu Lingye, her big eyes full of desire.
She was seven years old, and she had only eaten a small piece of sugar cane the length of a finger last month.
That taste was very sweet! Mother said that sugar was also very sweet.
Sharp Candy? Candy!
Zhu Lingye bent down and picked up the little girl, not caring that her clothes were ragged and dirty.
The little girl was very light, less than 20 pounds. Even Zhu Lingye, who had an inhuman physique, could not feel the weight.
He held her with his left hand and wiped the dust off her face with his right hand. He asked gently,"Tell me how old you are, and I'll give you candy, okay?”
It was the first time she had come into contact with someone with such fair skin and new clothes. The little girl was very reserved.
She lowered her head and nervously clasped her hands together as she whispered.
"Seven years old!"
"Where are Father and Mother?"
"Father was washed away during the flood this year. Mother is taking little brother to eat porridge.”
The little girl pointed to a place not far away. Among the refugees, a young woman wearing coarse linen clothes was looking over with worry. She was thin and frail, but it could not hide her beautiful face.
The young woman had just finished feeding her youngest son porridge when her eldest daughter disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Just as he was about to get up and look for her, he happened to see his daughter running to the Flame King's side. She was even carried up by the Flame King, who was dressed in luxurious clothes and was as clean as a god who had descended from the heavens.
The Flame King was a nickname given to Zhu Lingye by the refugees because he was the commander-in-chief of the Yan Huang National Defense Force.
The refugees were all illiterate and did not know what the commander of the Yan Huang National Defense Force meant. However, the way he shot down the old Muramasa just now was like the living King of Hell.
Therefore, he should be called the Flame King!
At this moment, under the afternoon sun, all the refugees saw the Flame King smiling as he hugged the little girl, not caring that the girl was dirty at all.
A 17 or 18-year-old thin boy looked at Zhu Lingye and then glanced at the fully-armed guards. His dull eyes suddenly burst into flames.
"Father, I think the Flame King is definitely a good person ~"
"Chongxi, go and serve the Flame King! The ancestor of our Old Bai family is the Lord of Wu 'an, Baiqi. Do well in the army and don't embarrass our ancestors!”
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