The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

Moreover, it was already winter, and the freezing weather made their situation even worse.

Shu Yichao naturally couldn't just sit back and watch.

- "Oh my God!"

“My population!

“These are all my people!”

"My people, my land!"

The wounds all over the ground made Shu Yichao seem to see the upper limit of his troops being reduced at an incredible speed.

Can this be tolerated?

Shu Yichao immediately began to make all-out efforts to provide disaster relief.

Fortunately, thanks to the troops under his command, food is not a problem at all for Shu Yichao.

Lingnan.

A thin line of people, all in rags and looking like an army of beggars, was winding forward like a twisted giant snake.

"Tang Zun."

Several strong men holding long sticks came up to a middle-aged man wearing a tattered official robe and a goatee, bowed, and then pursed their dry lips.

"More than a hundred people died today."

"I'm just afraid..."

There was a hint of sadness on their sallow faces.

"If we keep going like this, we won't reach our destination."

The county magistrate, whom they called "Tang Zun", couldn't help but have a sad look on his face.

Just a few days ago, a terrible flood roared in from afar and submerged their county town in an instant.

Houses were destroyed, crops were drowned, food was washed away, and a large number of people were swept away by the whirlpool...

But in the blink of an eye, the entire county was almost completely destroyed.

Only a few people managed to run to higher places in time and escaped the disaster.

But even so, tens of thousands of people in the entire county and nearby villages and towns immediately became victims of the disaster.

Unfortunately, the county magistrate of this county happened to be one of the few officials with a conscience.

So he led some county officials, constables and yamen runners, and a large number of disaster victims and began their journey of escape.

Along the way, disaster victims from other counties also joined in.

It is conceivable that such an escape route is simply a road to death.

Looting, riots, murders, starvation, disease...

They buzzed towards him like flies smelling a rotting corpse.

Both sides of the road were filled with dead and dying people who looked like skeletons.

"Alas." The county magistrate raised his tired eyes, looked at the huge crowd of disaster victims, and sighed silently.

"Your Excellency, how about..." the county magistrate, who also had a worried look on his face, asked in a low voice.

His meaning was very clear, that is, to abandon these disaster victims, take the little food they have, and travel light and fast.

In this way, there is a great probability that you can escape to a safe place.

“…” The county magistrate was silent for a while and then shook his head.

"What guilt has beenfallen these living beings?

"Hmm?" The county magistrate, the constables, and the yamen runners suddenly noticed that the ground was shaking slightly, and small pieces of gravel were bouncing up and down.

"This is…"

They looked up and were shocked to find smoke and dust billowing ahead, as if an army was approaching rapidly. The big flags with the words "Ming" and "Meng" were fluttering in the strong wind.

"not good!!"

The county magistrate and his subordinates cried out in surprise.

“It’s the Meng Army!

The county magistrate was not interested in the Meng and Qin armies, which were said to be fighting fiercely in Lingnan.

As the saying goes, the imperial power does not extend beyond the county level. As long as these people do not take the initiative to participate, the situation will basically be decided by the order.

Whether it was Zhu who became emperor or Aisin Gioro who sat on the throne, they all had to pay royal taxes and perform corvee labor.

嗏

Bandits pass by like combs, and soldiers pass by like rakes.

How could an officer like him not understand the nature of soldiers?

Because the army's daily supplies were often very tight, when they went out to fight, they would burn, kill, loot, and commit all kinds of atrocities.

These people are now simply fat sheep in the eyes of the opposing army.

Even if you don't have money, capturing them and using them as laborers, cannon fodder, or even selling them as slaves can still bring in a considerable amount of money.

"Everyone, run away, run away!"

The county magistrate shouted loudly.

But the people tortured by hunger and plague were like walking corpses.

They just looked at the county magistrate with their cloudy eyes, without a trace of light in them.

There was no response at all to the county magistrate's shouts or the rapidly approaching Meng army.

“Snap!”

In the short moment when the county magistrate shouted, the army that came in with great momentum had already surrounded the victims.

Their appearance was more like human-shaped plant monsters, which made the county magistrate tremble with fear.

"Is it the Dian King's army?"

In the southwest region today, various news about the King of Dian have long been circulating.

The troops under his command, who are made of plants and trees that have become spirits and are called Grass Head Soldiers, are well-known to everyone.

"......" Although the county magistrate was very scared, he swallowed his saliva and took the initiative to step forward and bowed to the big mushroom who was wearing a gray coat and a flying saucer hat and seemed to be the leader.

"Excuse me, Mr. Jun, what are you doing..."

The big mushroom glanced at him and said nothing.

Then the county magistrate saw the plant army, with the help of some cavalry, dragging over dozens of large pots.

Pour water, spray fire, and dump a large amount of beans, potatoes, mushrooms, peppers into the pot...

In just a moment, the aroma of food wafted out.

“!!!!!

boom!!"

The victims came back to life in an instant, and then rushed in like a tide.

"Master Jun, please be kind.

"I haven't eaten in three days!"

"Give me a bowl, I can work like a slave for you!"

Half an hour later, the county magistrate was holding a wooden bowl of porridge, his eyes full of dullness.

"what?"

"Heavenly King, is he also in charge of disaster relief?

Over the past decade or so, the Meng Army and the Xuan Army have been engaged in a tug-of-war. The county magistrate has seen enough humanoids, so his brain is almost overwhelmed.

"This this……"

“This is also…

"This is too unbelievable." A red-haired man with a big beard exclaimed in the depths of a fortress.

"Lord Pereira, can you imagine?"

“That Dian King of the Meng Army actually dispatched his own troops to various disaster-stricken areas to provide relief to the victims.

“They were then taken to a safe place in the rear, and food was provided along the way.

"I can swear to you, in the past 20 or 30 years, I have never seen such nonsense..."

Red Beard has been engaged in smuggling, piracy and maritime trade here for so many years, and he has a deep understanding of the character of the gentry in this land.

On the one hand, he is greedy for wealth, and on the other hand, he disdains to run any business and only wants to seize it by various means.

They held an extremely contemptuous attitude towards any agriculture or handicrafts other than studying, believing that those who did these things were extremely dirty and inferior people.

However, these guys who despise production and only like to squander and enjoy themselves often have deep roots in the government.

The result was that every year of disaster was a great opportunity for them to seize land and buy and sell people.

Disaster relief?

What disaster relief?

Oh, you mean those untouchables who can’t even get enough food to eat.

Alas, it's not a big deal. Just close the city gates tightly and wait for a large number of them to starve to death. Isn't that enough?

Therefore, when Red Beard saw Shu Yichao busy commanding the plant army to carry out large-scale disaster relief, he felt incredible.

But Alexia has a different opinion on this.

"yes.'

"It's incredible."

In her hand, she held a rough wooden bowl filled with cold porridge.

That was what her spies collected.

"So." Alexia put down the bowl in her hand.

"That's all you saw?

"Uh..." The red-bearded man laughed awkwardly.

"Please, my Lord, explain your words more clearly."

"Hmph." Alexia snorted.

"After Shang Zhixin tore through the seawall, the number of victims was over a million."

“This is an absolute catastrophe!”

"Logically speaking, the entire Lingnan region should have become a living hell."

“But the King of Dian was able to organize such a large-scale disaster relief effort.

"So far, Lingnan hasn't had any major trouble."

"The amount of food, manpower, and material resources consumed during this period...just how horrific was that? Haven't you calculated it?"

"Even in a year of great disaster, they were still able to feed so many disaster victims."

"Besides, these disaster victims are still constantly migrating and moving...

"In the meantime..." Alexia looked at Red Beard with a half-smile.

“What’s the situation in Guangzhou City?

"..." The corner of Red Beard's mouth twitched slightly, and he answered subconsciously.

“Although the grass-roots soldiers didn’t attack much.

"But Guangzhou City is still surrounded so tightly that not even a fly can escape."

"Uh..." Red Beard was completely speechless.