Firearms in a Fantasy World

Chapter 164: Refugees 1

Translator: Cinder Translations

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In Kas Village near the southern border of Alden, the atmosphere today was exceptionally tense.

Several roadblocks made of wooden fences were placed in a row on the road south of the village, completely blocking the passage.

Sergeant Markalov, now promoted to corporal, led a hundred militia forming a defensive line, facing south in readiness.

Today was the day the refugees were arriving, and the staff headquarters ordered them to line up here to "welcome" them.

However, their way of welcoming was somewhat peculiar; many were armed with knives, guns, swords, and spears, while those without weapons held farming tools like pitchforks and iron staves.

Everyone had a serious expression on their face, as if preparing for battle.

Several tents were set up at the entrance of the wooden fence, furnished with tables and chairs. Inside each tent sat two heavily clothed individuals wearing large masks that covered their entire faces, with gloves on their hands and only their eyes visible.

"Keep your spirits up when the refugees arrive!" Sergeant Markalov shouted loudly at the militia.

"Remember, be serious! Try your best to look intimidating; make them fear you and feel psychologically oppressed."

"Don't let them think they're here to enjoy themselves! Is that clear?"

The militia responded in unison, "Yes, sir!"

Susan, inside one of the tents nearby, sighed deeply, "Is this really necessary? These outsiders have suffered so much from the wars, shouldn't we provide them with warmth and hospitality?"

She and her mentor Dr. Ward, along with several other doctors who participated in medical training in Alden Town, were requisitioned by the Ministry to come here and conduct "quarantine" inspections on the refugees.

Her tent was specifically responsible for examining women, while her mentor was in another tent examining men.

A militia member ran over from the southern road.

"Report, Corporal Markalov!"

He stood at attention and saluted before saying, "The refugees have arrived."

Markalov raised his hand, "Attention, everyone!"

Soon, a large group of people appeared on the road leading south, within everyone's sight; these should be the refugees received by the Ministry in the south.

As they approached closer, the militia could see clearly what kind of people these were—pale and thin, dressed in tattered clothes, more destitute than beggars in the Northwestern Bay.

Several riders on horseback emerged from the refugee group, galloping to the side of the roadblock and saluting Corporal Markalov.

"Corporal, these people are handed over to you for now. We need to return to Alden Town to report. This is the first batch, totaling 357 people."

Markalov returned their salute, "Rest assured, we will strictly guard this place."

These riders were from the Internal Security Forces, accompanying Hansel on his journey south, responsible for guiding the refugees to the Northwestern Bay, handling customs procedures in the territories along the way, and ensuring that the refugees did not starve to death halfway.

After the handover, they bypassed the roadblock and continued northward.

Markalov ordered the militia, "According to the previous grouping, go and line up the refugees."