blenderwars Chapter 202 The Tragic Situation in the Northeast Prefecture 2
Chapter 202 The Tragic Situation in the Northeast Prefecture 2
The veteran's lips twitched, and he fell silent.
Below the city wall.
The people were also talking about it.
The streets of the prefectural city were packed with people.
They were all refugees who had fled from various acropolises.
The Northeast Prefecture originally had eight garrison cities.
Three are now lost.
The remaining five citadels were garrisoned only by troops in order to protect themselves.
Ordinary people were all relocated to the prefectural city.
The population of the prefectural city suddenly increased several times over.
The streets were packed with people.
Some families have more than ten members crammed into a small room.
There wasn't even room to turn around.
An elderly man with gray hair sat on the steps by the roadside.
A bundle was placed on his lap.
The bundle contained the last of his valuables that he had brought from home.
He stared blankly northward.
His lips were chapped, and his fingers were trembling slightly.
"I heard that the central government of Kyoto sent some kind of Grand Commander, saying that he would rescue us."
"Grand Commander? What Grand Commander?"
"The Grand Commander of the Four Provinces, in charge of military affairs in the four provinces of Northeast Prefecture, Mountain and River Prefecture, South China Sea Prefecture, and West China Sea Prefecture. I heard he's only in his early twenties."
"In his early twenties? Isn't that just a greenhorn? Sending a greenhorn to rescue us?"
A middle-aged woman's voice shrieked.
"Tens of millions of people have died in our Northeast Prefecture, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers have perished in battle. We haven't even received our pensions for three years. The capital doesn't care about us, and now they've sent some greenhorn to fool us."
A young man stood outside the crowd.
He was wearing a tattered Taoist academy uniform.
He was a student at the Northeast Branch of the Taoist Academy.
The branch was destroyed when the vampires invaded.
He fled all the way to the prefectural city.
"Ye Feng. I know him. He's from Jiangcheng in Shanhe Prefecture, a seventh-level Martial Venerable. He killed the advance team of the Mechanical Race and also wiped out the Third Legion of the Heavenly Demon Race. It's said that three Martial Gods of the Third Legion of the Heavenly Demon Race died at Ye Feng's hands."
The young people spoke up.
"If he's willing to help us, the Northeast Prefecture will be saved."
"Do you know him?" someone next to me asked.
"I don't know him. But I've seen his profile. He's very capable."
"Data is data, and real combat is real combat. That Blood Demon of the Blood Clan is a late-stage Martial God, while Ye Feng is only a seventh-level Martial Venerable. How can a seventh-level Martial Venerable fight a Martial God? With his head?"
"Besides, those achievements you mentioned have never been officially acknowledged! They're all just rumors."
The young man fell silent.
Several influential figures also arrived in Northeast Prefecture.
They are all livestreamers with tens of millions of followers.
The Wang family paid a high price to hire them.
The task is to livestream Ye Feng's challenge in its entirety.
After they arrived in the Northeast Prefecture.
The live stream started immediately.
A female news anchor in a white dress stands on a street in the city.
Holding a selfie stick, the camera is pointed at himself and the refugees behind him.
Her voice was sweet, and her expression showed pity.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am currently in the capital city of the Northeast Prefecture. As you can see, the refugees behind me have all fled from various garrison cities."
"In eight years, the Northeast Prefecture lost three garrison cities, suffered tens of millions of deaths and injuries, shattered countless families, and displaced countless people."
The live stream chat exploded with comments.
"Tens of millions dead or injured? Really?"
"I know about the situation in the Northeast Prefecture. My third uncle is from the Northeast Prefecture. His family lived in the city that was breached, and they still haven't been found."
"Isn't the central government taking any action?"
"What business is it of yours? Who cares about the lives of ordinary people?"
The female anchor's team is very experienced.
When it's time to be emotional, be emotional.
Take control of the situation when necessary.
The rhythm was amazing.
The other influential blogger was a middle-aged man.
He was wearing a military green jacket.
His voice was deep and powerful.
His live stream didn't have as many viewers as the female streamers.
But the fans are very loyal.
They are all long-time fans who follow military and current affairs.
"In eight years, the Northeast Prefecture lost three garrison cities, with over 100,000 soldiers killed and countless wounded."
"Three seventh-tier Venerables died in battle, more than a dozen sixth-tier Venerables, and hundreds of fifth and fourth-tier Venerables."
"The key issue is that the soldiers' compensation has not been paid for three years."
"These figures are all data I obtained from the official sources in the Northeast Prefecture, and they are authentic and reliable."
The chat fell silent.
The live stream was silent for several seconds.
Then the comments section started flooding the screen.
"No pension payments for three years?"
"What is the central nervous system doing?"
"What is the King doing?"
"The battlefields outside the region need money, and the Northeast Prefecture also needs money. Where exactly did the imperial court's money go?"
The online trolls started stirring up trouble.
"Everyone, calm down. The central command is having a tough time too."
"The extraterritorial battlefield is being relentlessly pressured by alien races. The Heavenly Demon Clan and the Mechanical Clan are putting pressure on each other. Elder Wang has finally managed to reach an agreement with the Mechanical Clan through a combination of alliances and maneuvering, but it has been sabotaged by someone with ulterior motives."
These comments were immediately met with criticism. "What do you mean, 'malicious person'? Are you talking about Ye Feng?"
"What were you doing when Ye Feng was killing the machine race? Were you polishing Wang Zun's shoes?"
"The Mechanical Race treats Great Xia's land as an enclave, and not only does the King not object, he even sends an investigation team to arrest Ye Feng. Does this kind of person deserve to be called a Grand Secretary?"
The online trolls were thoroughly vilified, and finally unleashed their ultimate weapon.
That's like praising someone to death.
"Doesn't Shanhe Prefecture have six Martial Gods? With great power comes great responsibility."
"The Northeast Prefecture is in such a dire situation, shouldn't the Mountain and River Prefecture send a few Martial Gods to be stationed here permanently?"
"Ye Feng is now the Grand Commander of four provinces, and the Northeast Prefecture is also under his jurisdiction. He can't just stand by and watch us die, can he?"
This is a very vicious trick.
If Shanhe Prefecture does not send troops, it is tantamount to abandoning those in dire need.
If Shanhe Prefecture sends troops, its forces will be dispersed.
Facing the mechanical race.
They would be too busy taking care of themselves.
No matter which option you choose, it's not suitable.
But the people of the Northeast Prefecture didn't care about these things.
All they care about is who will come to their rescue.
In the live stream room.
An old soldier from the Northeast Prefecture stepped forward.
He said something to the camera, his voice was soft but firm.
"Ye Feng, if you can save Northeast Prefecture, I'll kowtow to you three times."
The comments section went quiet, then erupted.
"The people of Northeast Prefecture are suffering too much."
"Ye Feng, please help them."
"The martial gods of Shanhe Prefecture, I beg you."
Ye Feng was unaware of these matters.
He was on the airship, leaning back on the sofa, looking at the clouds outside the window.
Vivian sat next to him.
Blue eyes stared at the light screen in front of them.
The screen displays a map of the Northeast Prefecture.
The territory of the vampires and the defense line of the human race were marked in dense markings.
He will arrive in the Northeast Prefecture in a little while.
Cao Keyuan sat opposite him, holding a document in his hand.
These are battle reports from the Northeast Prefecture in recent years.
He frowned as he looked at it.
"Ye Feng, the situation in the Northeast Prefecture is far worse than you imagine. We've lost three garrison cities in three years, with tens of millions killed or wounded. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers have died in battle, and countless others are wounded."
"Three seventh-tier Venerables have died, more than a dozen sixth-tier Venerables have died, and hundreds of fifth and fourth-tier Venerables have died. The compensation for the deceased has not been paid for three years, and the soldiers are all waiting."
"It can be said that the Northeast Prefecture has now reached a dead end."
Ye Feng took the battle report and scanned it.
His face darkened.
The Shanhe Prefecture was already in a terrible state.
I never imagined that the Northeast Prefecture would be a hundred times worse off than the Mountain and River Prefecture.
It's practically on the verge of annihilation.
The vampires had been entrenched there for a long time, gradually encroaching upon the territory for ten years.
The pain of being cut with a dull knife is more agonizing than each wave of beasts.
"But! I've arrived! Then the Northeast Prefecture is saved!"
"Because I am Ye Feng!"