"Send someone to notify Lulong Pass! Tell them not to open the gates to help the refugees! You can hang some supplies from the city walls for them, but don't open the city gates!" Roland's eyes suddenly widened. He realized that if the refugees came from the south... You know, the system will refresh and summon refugees and other living beings at the edge of the border. Once Lulong Pass opens the city to help the refugees... Roland has no doubt that these crazy refugees will fight with the garrison for food. The 500 fortress defenders will not be able to withstand the influx of refugees. Once the fortress is occupied, it will be a big deal!
"System, you're such a rip-off!" Roland was filled with grief and indignation. If the fortress were truly taken away, recovering it wouldn't be impossible with Roland's current strength, but it would require significant losses. Afterward, forget about anything else and just lie low for a few years to recuperate! Just attacking the infantry with eight Falling Dragon Towers would cost Roland over a thousand men. If their targets were accurate, taking down Kaslo would be no problem.
"This..." Kaslo instantly figured out the connection. With a dreadful look of death, he immediately summoned his dragon and left the city of Rapids with only one sentence: "I'll go and inform them!"
After all, Kaslo was a perfectly capable dragon rider. Any dragon rider wouldn't have nothing better to do than single-handedly challenge a war fortress with eight Fallen Dragon Towers. That would only turn him from a revered dragon rider into a figure worshipped by all, like some unknown prime minister. (Some unknown prime minister: "I've only been here for three days, why are all these people singing and dancing? I feel offended.")
"Do we need to notify the Tuput Forest?" Renault grinned at Roland. He now felt that this tiny country was full of defense loopholes.
"Forget it, the Centaurs are much smarter than we thought! They won't approach those hungry refugees casually! At most, they will send someone to inform us." Roland was very confident in the Centaur Lord Balder. Centaurs could not survive in the harsh environment of the north without brains. Reading people's expressions was their most basic ability to survive. Roland didn't believe that they would welcome the influx of refugees who looked so formidable.
"Oh right! Order the knights to scout the outermost area! There may be professional soldiers among the refugees! We can't rule out the possibility of high-level professionals." Roland let out a breath. He remembered that once during the refugee tide, a lord encountered a complete knight group of a hundred people, and a barony was shattered.
"Thank God! Your Highness always brings good news..." Marcus's head was about to explode as he listened. As a city defense officer, he must be under a lot of pressure, right?
"If there is really no other way... we can only take ruthless measures!" Omsk said harshly, clenching and unclenching his fists. Every sixth-level professional has experienced bloody storms. If necessary, Omsk does not mind fighting violence with violence, even if it is their citizens... because he fights for the glory of the king and the kingdom!
"No! No! No! This is a crime! They are the people of the empire! Our compatriots! They need help, not killing! You butcher!" Radil shouted excitedly, his words full of anger.
"Don't stare at me! I fight for the kingdom and the king! Anyone who wants to destroy this place is an enemy!" Omsk, holding a sword, burst out with a terrifying sixth-level pressure at this moment and pressed towards Radil fiercely.
"Tsk!" With a light tsk, the pressure on Radil disappeared instantly, and Yun Feng, dressed in a robe and holding a staff, appeared in front of everyone.
"Knowledge tells me that our enemies will never be our own people, but the shadows and darkness in the abyss! Lord Omsk, you've gone too far! Although alchemists are not good at fighting, I don't mind teaching you a lesson you will never forget." Yun Feng slammed his staff on the ground, and suddenly layers of hexagram magic circles emerged around him.
"Enough! I told you to discuss a solution! I didn't ask you two level six guys to come here and show off and fight!" Roland said with a headache. As expected, the contradiction between warriors and spellcasters will always exist.
"Your Highness, I reserve my opinion...but I cannot allow refugees to attack our land." After saying this, Omsk sat aside and said nothing more.
"As a noble, I think we should not try to avoid the impact of refugees but think about how to accept and help them. After all, they are just citizens of the empire who are stranded abroad!" Yun Feng sighed. The status of high-level professionals is equivalent to that of nobles. Except for the lack of titles and territories, their status is not inferior to that of nobles, especially the sixth-level professionals. They can already sit on equal footing with the powerful viscounts.
"Your Highness... It's true that our population is small and needs to be replenished, but our ability to cope with risks is also not very high! I can't take risks with the empire's last hope!" Omsk sighed and lamented to Roland.
Yun Feng fell silent after hearing this. After all, the population base of Jiliu City was there, but the number of refugees was still unknown. Once the number was too high, it would be the last straw that broke the camel's back.
"Damn it! If only you gave us another year!" Yun Feng slammed his fist on the table and roared angrily.
After all, the supplies in the City of Rapids are not sufficient. If the refugees arrive after the autumn harvest, the situation will be very different. With sufficient food, the City of Rapids will be able to withstand even tens of thousands of refugees.
Roland also sat in the chair with a sad face. After all, there were not many humans in the entire north, and they had to face the invasion of orcs all the time. In the entire north, there were almost no large human gathering areas except for River Valley Town and Caryan Ferry, and the cultivated area was extremely limited. When Roland and White Wing brought humans here and the dwarves restored their country, this place regained a bit of its former prosperity.
"If all else fails, we can only ask the elves for help. The dwarves probably don't have much left in stock... Only the elves still have some." Roland rubbed his chin after thinking for a while.
"And we will also send residents to fish in large quantities! Thanks to the Rapid River that gave birth to me and raised me, the resources are so abundant!" Marcus added.
"Fish meat can only last for a period of time and cannot be eaten as a staple food. Food is still important." Omsk shook his head. Eating fish all the time will cause problems.
"Mix it with wheat bran. We can make the most old-fashioned black bread. Although it tastes bad, at least it is enough to fill the stomach when paired with fish soup." Radil suggested.
"Let's first see how many people there are. Your Highness, is the information you have received accurate?" Yun Feng looked at Roland in confusion. How did he know that a wave of refugees was coming?
"Did I tell you that I have a system? Is this something the system did to disgust me?" Roland muttered to himself.
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"What's going on? Aren't there refugees every day? Is it necessary to go to so much trouble?" A Badanian archer riding a Charles warhorse was wandering around the outermost area controlled by the Rapid City. He couldn't understand why his highness suddenly sent out all the mobile forces. He heard that the entire army of the Knights Tempest was dispatched!
"Oh! Dragon God! What is that?" Suddenly he noticed a black torrent rolling in from the northwest...
"Is that a flash flood? How spectacular! No! This is a plain! Where did the flash flood come from!" The Badaniya shooter slapped himself to wake himself up, and then he activated his skill - Overlook!
His field of vision was suddenly lengthened with the help of his skills, and with his extraordinary eyesight, the Badaniyan shooter finally saw the "torrents" clearly.
"Dragon God! It's the Tide Infantry! They are actually wearing Tide Infantry armor! It's worn out like this! The green armor has turned black! What have they been through!" The Badanian archer, who was shocked by a group of refugees carrying large and small bags with their families, stayed where he was, and didn't even react when he saw the Tide Infantry mixed in the team.
"Oh! Damn! They are refugees!" The Badaniya shooter quickly detonated the magic flare he carried with him. A bright red signal light rushed up to a height of hundreds of meters and exploded, turning into a pattern of a red dragon head.
"Oh my God! They are speeding up and rushing towards us! Your Highness Roland... It's not that I'm not loyal or brave enough... It's just that there are too many of them... I have to retreat first!" The Badanian archer was sweating profusely. Faced with the surging "flood" of refugees, he was forced to retreat towards the Rapid City. If he stayed here, who knew whether they would eat him alive.
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