Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 95: Otis City Daily
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Miller is a small worker in Otis. As an authentic royal man, Miller has been busy for so many years and married a good-looking wife. A few years ago, he had a lovely couple Children.
From this point of view, Miller can be regarded as the most happier group of Charlowes.
However, Miller didn't think so at this time.
Taking a bite of a cold purple nose, Miller and a group of charlotte civilians, who are also civilian working class, gathered at the market gate of Otis City.
They are all here to get relief food. Otis City has been besieged for almost a month. Without the input of external resources, many people in this city have starved to death. If it weren’t for the nobles’ mercy, every day These charlotte civilians who could not survive were partly helped, and the city of Otis had already been in chaos.
I don't know how long I waited, a huge stone gate in the market slowly opened, and a group of Charlowe civilians met, and the tide rushed past.
"Disperse! Disperse!" A whole team of Shirelo soldiers with big waists brandished their spears to drive away these excited civilians.
There are only a squadron of Charlo soldiers, and there are thousands of civilians here, so how can they be suppressed?
Charlotte civilians are starving and don't care if the weapons of these soldiers are not sharp.
The stone gate was only half opened, but it was blocked by the agitated charlotte civilians and couldn't open it.
"Stop!" Finally, there was a big shout full of breath, and along with the use of vindictiveness in it, a voice came, causing many of the nearby Charlottes to cover their ears in pain. Pale red blood, flowing from the ear.
The fighting spirit is transformed into a form of sound waves. This is at least a high-level knight attendant. From his perfect control of fighting spirit, it can be seen that he is still the best among high-level attendants.
The excited civilians in the front were blocked, but countless people squeezed from behind, and the scene was still chaotic.
It wasn't until the leading high-ranking knight attendants used a long sword to chop down a few of the most powerful civilians of Charlotte, and this chaotic situation was able to abate.
The group of civilians who had been hungry all day was finally calmed down by blood and knife light.
The leading high-ranking servant of Charlotte stared coldly at the group of civilians in front of him. All the civilians of Charlotte who met his gaze lowered their heads. They had no doubt that they were hidden under the armor. Yes, is a murderous demon.
The stone gate was fully opened, and a ten-meter-long horse team was exposed. Behind each horse, a flat wooden cart was pulled. On the wooden cart was piled half-high potatoes and rice potatoes.
Every charlotte civilian who saw the food involuntarily licked his lips and swallowed dry spit.
Distribute food and proceed in an orderly manner. Every civilian who was suppressed did not dare to be presumptuous again.
Such a scene, if you look from the top down, there are six places in the city of Otis, a big city!
Miller was lucky, and he was clever in the middle of the team here.
There is less and less food on the wooden carriage in front, and Miller's heart is getting more and more anxious.
It's finally his turn. The horse team is more than ten meters long. At this time, there are less than two boards for food.
At this time, a person in front of him was praying to the soldiers who were distributing food, "Please, give me another piece. I have a six-year-old child to raise."
This person seems to be quite old, and his voice has a boring characteristic characteristic of northerners.
The soldier who gave him food was a young man, and when he prayed to someone who was much older than himself, the young man was embarrassed.
This should be a recruit. Miller guessed in his heart that those veterans who would be kind to civilians like them would have already kicked him.
"Do you want love, why is there so much nonsense!" Sure enough, when the young soldier was raising money, next to him, it seemed that a non-commissioned officer of his squad leader, grabbed a piece of potato that the civilian was holding. Threw it out.
As the potato flew out, what followed was the greedy gaze of a group of Charlotte civilians.
The man in front of Miller also didn't care about asking for food, and even scrambled to chase the potato. This is food for him and his son to save lives today. If they lose it, they can only starve.
It's Miller's turn, so he won't have naive fantasies like the man before, but politely said "a piece of potato, thank you!" to the soldier who gave him food.
Whether it is a pure King Charleston accent or a friendly attitude, the soldier who gave him food has a good first impression of him, so he got a piece of potato that is slightly larger than the other potatoes.
Getting the potatoes in his hand, Miller didn't stay here, and left in a hurry.
There is not much food on the board, but there are still half of the people in line, and there will be confusion later.
After a while, just as Miller walked out of less than two hundred meters, a noise and yelling of soldiers came, accompanied by the screams of people being injured when the wooden car crashed.
Miller quickened his pace and left this place of right and wrong.
At this time, the advantage of the man in the capital was manifested. After three rounds and five rounds around the city, Miller got rid of those who might follow him who were so hungry that there were only two skins left on his chest.
Went to the place where I lived, in the southwest corner of the city. There are large townhouses. Most of them are natives of Otis City.
Because this place is relatively close to the Royal Palace of Charlotte compared to other places, most people really have no way to get a house here.
Miller stared guardedly at the group of people lying dead in twos and threes in front of the townhouse. This is not all his neighborhood, because of the decline of the battle of Charlo.
In many areas that have been occupied, a large number of nobles and civilians poured into the city of Otis before the siege of the Faustans. The city of Otis, which originally had 120,000 inhabitants, now has 150,000 people piled up here.
This is still a situation where a large number of civilians starve to death in the city every day.
Miller’s neighbor, a good 40-year-old man who has not married a wife in his life, adopted a child who had escaped a few days ago and was looted by refugees who fled with that child.
Not only the food was robbed, but he himself was beaten and thrown out. As for the child he adopted, he was driven away by the group of scum. Now the two of you are still picking up food in the city.
If Miller hadn't been hostile to this group of outsiders together with his old neighbors who had lived together for many years, I am afraid that they would have been given an idea.
But the good times are not long. There are more and more refugees from other places here. These people are hungry every day and can't do anything. They just lie there "lying dead" with their protruding eyes staring at the passing by. People. It makes people shudder.
Miller has seen a lot, and I don't want to be afraid of them, and don't want to provoke them. He hid the food he had just received, and walked past the refugees who were lying on the ground.
He even accidentally stepped on some hapless guy, leaving a scream, and it was posted on the road.
Walking to a door with a pale yellow wooden plank, Miller knocked on the wooden plank blocking the window. After a while, a smart little face appeared, and Miller's stern face finally relaxed.
"Bob, open the door!" Miller said to the child in the door with a smile.
The forty square hut has only a kitchenette and a bedroom. Miller’s family of four was crowded into this small house.
Miller put the potatoes he had received in a wooden bowl in the kitchen. His sons and daughters were shining big eyes, leaning on either side of Miller, they knew this was their food today. . The two little guys rushed all over the ground.
After a while, Miller's wife came back. This is a woman who doesn't look much worse than Miller, Betty, Miller's wife.
Betty didn't have the squeamishness of a southern woman. When the two had just met, Miller immediately saw Betty, who had a cheerful personality and was not much worse than a man, who came to Wangdu to work.
In the end, Miller, by virtue of his identity as a resident of Otis and the advantage of owning a house in the city, stood out among many Betty's suitors and embraced the beauty.
Betty gave him a son six years ago, and a daughter four years ago. The family should have lived happily for a lifetime, but the truth is. . . . . .
Betty, who had just returned home, took off her jacket and took out a palm-sized potato. There was only one coat at home, Miller didn't wear it, and left it to his wife. He had been cold enough before.
"Good luck today, I got a potato." Betty said lightly. Years of hard work and hardship in recent years have left Betty, who was also a beautiful young woman, only deep wrinkles and dry hands.
Betty is very thin. It is caused by malnutrition all the time. She can't tell that she is already the mother of two children.
Just like Miller received relief food at the bazaar, Betty received it from another place. In order to prevent chaos, the nobles separated men and women to deliver food.
Don’t think that Betty’s are all women, just so much better than Miller. On the contrary, because it is a female, it is even more crazy over there.
Charlotte’s soldiers can act on civilians or refugee men like Miller, but they rarely act on women. Soldiers also have a conscience. They can't beat the Faustans on the front line, and they have no face to attack the women of their country. No matter how cold-blooded he is.
It is precisely because of this that the women who receive the relief food are more confused. A group of women went up to grab food with their teeth and claws. It would be nice for the soldiers to maintain order.
Betty also took advantage of her height and strength to grab a potato this time. The price is a few more scratches and bruises on the arm. The women moved their hands, not much worse than the men.
"It looks like I can eat a little bit full today." Miller forced a smile, and he was busy looking for Betty's tincture. It's been messy outside recently. They always keep things like medicinal wine at home.
Betty began to prepare their dinner, a simple stew of mashed potatoes, sprinkled with a little salt and crushed wild vegetables, this is the supreme delicacy of the commoners.
Feeling the arm, the husband carefully rubbed the medicinal wine on the wound, Betty's heart was peaceful.
Although I didn't enjoy any blessings with this man, the world is like that. Betty has no complaints. She is a cheerful person, but she is overwhelmed by reality.
After eating, the family lay on the wooden bed. Miller and Betty put the two children in the middle to sleep. The scarcity of food made the family dare not waste a little energy. Apart from going out to collect food, they were holding their children to sleep at home.