My Empire

In a dilapidated house in the southern part of the Ailan Hill Empire, a man looked at his son lying on the bed with despair in his eyes.

The house is built of stone, and there are almost no valuables in the room. If it is more desperate and accurate, there are not many worthless things.

There is a table in the room. One of the legs of this table is broken and can only be supported by a stone.

The stool is even more pitiful. There are only two things that can be used as stools in this room. Yes, they are two cut tree stumps...

The whole house is really impoverished, not even a decent cabinet. The only thing that can be said to be usable is the bed where the child is lying.

To be frank, this bed, these broken furniture, and this room do not actually belong to them. The original owner of this house didn't know if he was dead or alive. He has experienced the invasion of demons and the war of Ailan Hill going south. You can live in a land without an owner...

It has been occupied by the Ailan Hill Empire for more than half a year, and many new things have indeed changed people's lives.

For example, there is a telegram in the city, and occasionally you can see the transport aircraft of the Ailanhill Empire in the sky, and there are some dragons that don't know where to go.

In the past, these monsters could not be seen at all, but now these huge, scaly reptiles can already be seen occasionally.

The army of the Ailanhill Empire occupied here, and when passing by here, left some supplies. Of course, these materials were all controlled by the acting consul, and they have not been distributed to the poor.

But the war here is real, so people here can say that they have no longevity and basically have only one life.

For another example, the people here had never seen a car before, but now, about 30 kilometers away from this small town, a simple earthen road has been built, where you can often see transportation cars coming and going, full of various vehicles. All kinds of things.

Robbery is unimaginable, because those Mercedes-Benz cars will be escorted by soldiers, and those Ailan Hill soldiers with terrible weapons in their hands can easily kill refugees who block the road and rob them with just a few people.

For these refugees in the southern region who are living in suffering

"Dad...I'm so uncomfortable..." The child lying on the bed looked very ugly, because of the high fever, his face was sickly flushing, and it looked like cooked seafood.

Because of the war, the population in this small town has dropped sharply to two-thirds of its original size. Now the plague has broken out again, and the whole town is filled with a smell of death.

"You will get better soon! You will definitely get better." The man looked at his son, choked and comforted.

"Dad... You said, what exactly does meat... taste?" The little boy was already struggling to speak, his breathing was weak, and his state was full of anger.

The man was already crying, and comforted: "My child...I'm sorry, Dad! I'm sorry you mothers!"

After speaking, he buried his head on the edge of the bed and wept bitterly. His wife had died yesterday. The plague claimed the lives of half of the people in the small town, and most of the remaining people began to get sick.

There are no more old people in the town, and the old people who are barely alive are now volunteers who are responsible for burning and disposing of the dead bodies in the town.

Although there is no snow here, winter in the south is still very cold. The room was very damp and cold, and the poor people who were not prepared to keep warm clothes at all had to pick off their clothes from the dead body and put them on themselves.

But in this way, the plague spread more quickly, more people die, and more lives are not as good as death.

People who are alive seem to be in hell, and those who are dead are more like being liberated. There was an inexplicable smell everywhere, like the smell of rotting, and the stench of burning a corpse.

The acting consul who was riding on people's heads as a domineering blessing had already taken his family to hide in the big city.

There are medical teams sent by the Ailan Hill Empire, as well as special medicines specially prepared for the plague. Hidden in the city, the probability of surviving is ten times that of the people waiting to die in the country village!

"Dad is useless! Dad is useless!" Hearing his child said that he didn't know the smell of meat, the man felt even more sad.

He was originally a skilled farmer, but he hadn't caught up with the years of war, and his family of three could barely survive.

But last year, the demons invaded and he lost his land. Many people were slaughtered by the demons, and the remaining people finally persevered, and finally encountered the Ailan Hill Empire army southward.

The war caused him to spend all his savings, and some of the food he had hidden had been exhausted. He is now impoverished, with nothing left.

His wife survived the invasion of the demons and the war, but failed to survive the plague...

The child in front of him is his only sustenance now. He beat his head in pain, as if he hoped that his pain could replace the pain of some children.

Why...why can neither the rule of the southern kingdom nor the invasion of the devil nor the occupation of Ailan Hill change the bitter life?

As a farmer, he never had any rebellious ideas. He has never hurt anyone, nor did he have the courage to do anything that hurts the world and reason. But fate seems to be so unfair, and he didn't leave a way for the kind-hearted family to survive.

"Ah..." He stretched out his hand and held the cold son's hand, and he could feel that life was being lost from this young hand.

"Dad...cough...cough..." The little boy gasped in pain, as if his breathing would stop with a cough at any time.

For a father, listening to such a voice is a torment every minute and every second. He was in tears, and the tears soon wet his chest.

The tattered, not sturdy clothing was covered with patches, and it seemed to be dirtier than a rag.

In fact, people here rarely have the opportunity to take a bath, and their clothes are full of fleas. Compared to Seris, poverty here is like hell.

Also bathed in the sacred sunshine of the Ailan Hill Empire, people in some places are tired of eating big fish and meat, and even start to pay attention to mixed nutrition.

In some places, some people still die because of poverty and humbleness. Even after death, there is no decent cemetery.