I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 169 The Magical Siege (I)

The scorching sun baked cracks into the loess. More than 2,000 laborers worked under the watchful eye of a supervisory flagpole in the rear. Next to the flagpole stood a dozen crosses, with several dead and several living people hanging on them.

The dead were motionless, but the living were cursing loudly with all their might, their curses sounding very harsh.

Butcher Bosur put down the hoe in his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and looked up at the person on the wooden shelf. He was a little surprised and amazed.

Bosur recognized the dead man on the wooden shelf. He was the thug who robbed several refugees who were carrying food back to the city outside the prince's army camp last night.

Food was now so precious that even Bosur, the heir to a butcher family for generations, could not stand the starvation in the city.

He ignored his father's dissuasion and ran out to work with a shameless face. He wielded the hoe that he had never used before in an unskilled manner and dug the ground with his butt sticking out, just to earn a bag of pancakes a day.

The flatbread distributed by Prince Bing was not tasty. It was obviously made of unleavened dough and some miscellaneous stuff. Not only was it as tough as wood, but it also tasted bitter and salty.

If it were a peaceful day, Bosur would not even look at such a thing, but in times of famine, it was a good thing. A pancake the size of a human head could make a pot of batter, which could feed two or three people and keep them from starving to death.

Therefore, such a bag of flatbread was really precious to everyone. The refugees who were threatened and attacked would rather die than hand over the flatbread, so they started fighting with the gangsters.

Then, the refugees were knocked to the ground, all the pancakes were snatched away, and two of them were stabbed to death with sharp knives by the hooligans.

Death was a common occurrence for the refugees, including the city dweller Bosur, who was watching from not far away. Many people were watching, but no one helped those poor souls.

What can Bosur do?

I was tired and hungry, my hands and feet were weak, and I didn't even have a hoe, while those hooligans had sharp knives... Forget it, let someone die.

The result was that after these gangsters killed people, they were smug and prepared to rob more people. Then a group of the prince's cavalry rushed out of the military camp and captured these people. They were hung on wooden racks on the spot and hanged to death.

+Killing someone means you will be killed, strong alkali must be remembered, stealing and robbery means you will be cut off your hands+
Because of this incident, Bosur remembered this rule and remembered it firmly.

As for those who had the strength to shout, they were hung up this morning. They were not even locals, but soldiers of Prince Chris. Why were they on the wooden racks...

"Listen up, you bastards, tell me quickly, where did you hide the food?"

In front of the wooden rack, a man wearing red and blue armor, who looked like an important person, was shouting and interrogating the living people. This aroused the curiosity of many people nearby, including Bosur, who subconsciously stopped what they were doing and pricked up their ears to listen.

"No, we have brought all the food here, there is no shortage..."

"It's missing! You took me for a fool! Thirty-two food carts. Logically, you only ate two at most on the road. That's already impressive. You're considered big eaters. But you're missing five, and three of them are canned meat!?"
You take me for a fool! You must have embezzled money and hidden the grain carts. Tell me now!

The officer was still not satisfied after shouting, so he swung the wet leather whip in his hand and hit them hard several times. With the crackling sound, they were beaten until their naked bodies were torn and flesh was exposed. Four or five bloody whip marks appeared on their chests, making the whole place bloody.

It was so tragic that even Bosur, who was watching from a distance, felt a phantom pain in his body. If he had been whipped like that, he would have told everything, even the time when he wet his pants as a child or peeped at the widow next door taking a bath.

As a result, after being whipped, these people not only said nothing, but also shouted and cursed loudly to defend themselves.

Ah, they are all tough guys. Although it sounds like they did not do good things and embezzled food, but excluding the bad things they did, they are indeed tough guys, men as hard as steel. If Xiaodao knew that someone behind him had such thoughts, he would definitely be so angry that he would turn around and whip this person.

Tough guy?

Bullshit, these guys have turned the pain level down to the lowest, and they may not even be online. They are just using the smart butler to hang up, and then talking and joking with themselves across the network.

If it was an NPC who embezzled food, Xiaodao could understand it. In troubled times, food is so precious. It can be sold for money, exchanged for gold and women.

However, players are not short of food. As long as they have some reputation points, they can exchange them for food coupons, and then use silver dollars to buy them at the supply and marketing cooperatives.

These bastards hid the grain cart just for fun. They wanted to play a joke on Xiaodao and trick him into signing the receipt documents to trick him a little.

Xiaodao doesn’t mind a little joke on normal days, but not now. Food is life, and it is the reputation of the regiment.

Xiaodao had no idea what was going on. He originally just wanted to find some people to clean up the battlefield, but when he turned around, he found that hundreds of people had been recruited by other players. They cleaned up the battlefield in no time, and even the blood-stained soil was shoveled away.

Xiaodao didn't think it was a big deal, and even thought it was an opportunity.

It's just a little bit of food. Using it can speed up the project, which is a good thing.

So Xiaodao asked others to command these refugees to build a camp.

As the construction was going on, he realized that these people were too smelly and the dirt on their bodies was too disgusting. If they gathered together, it might cause a large-scale epidemic. So he had these refugees build two collective bathhouses, one for men and one for women, and boiled hot water for them to take a bath first.

If you don’t wash it clean, you are not allowed to work.

After the bathhouse was repaired, Xiaodao discovered that many of the refugees were sick, suffering from colds, fevers, indigestion, and festering wounds on their bodies. These diseases did not seem serious, but were actually life-threatening.

Come on, let’s build a temporary hospital. Fortunately, we have enough medicine and doctors.

After the hospital was repaired, it was time to build the trench fortifications for the siege... Then, during this process, Xiaodao was shocked to find that the number of refugees who came to his command looking for work was so large that he couldn't even count them, causing his originally sufficient food to become insufficient.

Therefore, Xiaodao urgently applied for food aid, and Prince Chris was also very generous. An emergency logistics convoy escorted by players rushed over day and night and arrived before his stock was used up.

Xiaodao was very happy at first, until he was about to sign, he found that the number on the grain truck was not right.

How could Xiaodao, who was struggling to feed the refugees, not be angry?

He was almost furious.

I don't ask you to put in a lot of effort to help me, but you shouldn't cause trouble for me at this critical moment.

(End of this chapter)