Most of the fortresses where the chaebol capitals are located will be built in the hinterland or rear to ensure their own safety.

Taking the Pei family as an example, before the civil war broke out, their capital No. 84 was set up in a central location evenly distributed between the left and right, and far away from other Northern Wilderness chaebols. It was close to the Central Plains side, which could prevent other forces from coveting.

It can also trade with the Central Plains chaebols more effectively.

Later, the rebels occupied half of the territory, including Fortress No. 84, and directly located their headquarters at No. 87, the farthest place from the front line.

However, No. 82, the temporary capital of the Pei family, is the closest to the front line among the remaining territories of the Pei family.

Pei's move is tantamount to showing his determination to stick to the end and never retreat. At the same time, he is motivating the frontline soldiers and showing an attitude that the plutocrats are with them.

Pei's approach seems very tragic, but from a certain perspective, it is also a kind of helplessness. After all, this can only illustrate their bottom line and is not of much use to their counterattack.

No. 82 is only a medium-sized fortress. Compared with No. 84, the conditions in all aspects are much worse. This dilapidated fortress seems to also mark that the Pei family, once the overlord of the party, is now in decline.

After several days of heavy snow, the desert has been covered.

The chimneys inside the fortress spit out black mist, rolling toward the sky.

Starvation is everywhere in the refugee area, and countless corpses are lying on the roadside. These people still keep their appearance in life, some keep leaning against each other for warmth, some die in their sleep, some are curled up, and some women are holding their own.

child.

Ning Zhe had not seen this kind of scene for many years. He had been numb to this kind of scene in the past. When he met a corpse on the way back from hunting, he would take off his clothes and go to the grocery store to change into a little salt.

At that time, he had no understanding or concern for the world outside his own circle of life. For refugees, death was a very common thing.

However, his life experience in Jinqinhuan and his status as a revolutionary army have caused a strong change in his mood and attitude. Now Ning Zhe looks at the corpses that died of cold and hunger again, and his heart is completely empty.

Instead of feeling lucky to have survived, I was filled with sadness.

In front of an exit of the fortress, the street was cleaned spotlessly, with a red carpet on the ground. Guards of honor, shaped like guns, lined up on both sides of the road. The Pei officials in charge were all fat and wore expensive furs because they were well kept warm.

, his face was still slightly steaming.

Even though the two sides were in a state of war, the Pei family still made the scene very grand, which represented their attitude and also demonstrated their financial resources.

There were no corpses near the city gate, not even the refugees.

Ning Zhe has never hated the plutocrats as much as he does now. In his opinion, these guys who live in temples and have long been separated from the people will only talk about understanding the sufferings of the people, no matter what the chaos is below, no matter what the war is on the front line.

No matter how tight they are, they enjoy delicacies prepared by famous chefs every day, drink the best quality water, and eat specially supplied fruits and vegetables.

Even if the Pei family is really fully occupied by the rebels one day, these guys can carry wealth that is unimaginable for ordinary people, and even take away all the money in the financial accounts of the chaebol and the antiques in the museum, and change to a new place to live and have children and grandchildren.

Several generations can still step on the heads of ordinary people.

When things are prosperous, the people suffer.

Death, people suffer.

The common people are suffering, and the refugees are suffering even more.

In order to maintain the war, a planned distribution system has been implemented even in the fortress, and the people in the fortress have repeatedly lowered the standard of food and clothing. The level of poverty in the refugee areas can naturally be imagined.

After many years, Ning Zhe saw Meng Fan again, but it was just a silhouette.

After being greeted by official No. 82, Ning Zhe briefly exchanged a few words with the other party, then got into the luxury motorcade and disappeared with Shi Congxiao and more than a dozen of his cronies, lost in the fortress that separated the two worlds.

within the city walls.

"Boom!"

The city gate fell, and the officer leading the guarding troops shouted with a loudspeaker: "All soldiers board the car, retreat to camp outside the market town, and wait for the next order! Act quickly!"

"when!"

After the officer finished speaking, a stone fell on his helmet in a parabola.

"Wow!"

The sound of guns being loaded was heard, and countless muzzles were pointed in the direction in which the rocks were flying.

A soldier ran over and quickly carried the half-grown boy who had thrown the stone in front of him.

The officer looked at the little girl who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, with gloomy eyes: "Did you throw the stone just now?"

The refugee girl in ragged clothes and flesh and bones stared and cursed: "Invaders! You have invaded our homeland! You are demons! You are beasts!"

The officer pulled out his pistol, loaded it, and aimed it between the girl's eyebrows.

Seeing this, Zhang Fang put his finger on the gun safety.

Ning Zhe held Zhang Fang's wrist and shook his head gently.

"boom!"

The girl's head exploded, and the splash of blood dyed the gray snow on the roadside red.

The officer didn't even bother to look at the body lying on the roadside. He turned around and waved his hand: "Retreat!"

Everyone turned around and started to board the car.

In order to keep an eye on the escort troops on the rebel side, the law enforcement team and mercenary troops of No. 82 also left people outside. Just now, Pei's people saw the rebels executing the little girl, but no one stopped them.

Indifferent.

To Pei and the rebels, the refugees are just like pigs and dogs. They are not their own people, they are just tools that can be exploited endlessly without resistance. If they die, they will die.

Before Ning Zhe got on the bus, he couldn't help turning his head and took a look at the little girl who had lost half of her head and was bleeding all over the ground. He didn't feel pitiful, he just felt sad.

No matter whether the rebels come over or the Pei family comes over, the refugees are still refugees. Their identity and class will not change due to the change of plutocrats, nor will they be accepted and recognized.

But she used her own life to defend something that originally did not belong to her and had nothing to do with her. All she got in exchange was the ridicule of the fortress people and the ridicule of her companions.

Ning Zhe sat back in the carriage, took out a cigarette, opened the matchbox and found it was empty.

Hu Yihan stretched out her hand from the side and handed the lit kerosene lighter to Ning Zhe: "This is what the refugee area is like, but we have lived in Jinqinhuan for too long and forgot..."

"I haven't forgotten." Ning Zhe lit the cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke: "I don't sympathize with her, and I don't have much feelings about the dead person. I just have a firmer belief! That is, chaebols will only make this world a mess.
Chapter completed!