Azur Lane: I Crossed the Graduation Port Area

Chapter 535 The Detainees in the Refuge (3000 words)
"Mom, I'm so hungry..."

In the large underground shelter of the former Tianxing Consortium Building, thousands of citizens who hid here sat weakly and buried their heads on the ground.

Dim lights shone on these Oran people who seemed to have lost their souls, and the dirty smell permeated the air, but no one vomited.

They've already gotten used to the smell.

Compared with the people who failed to hide in the shelter and were still freezing and frightened in the ruins of the urban area on the ground, they were already much luckier.

But even so, the amount of food sent per person has become less and less, making it difficult for many asylum seekers to feed themselves.

And those former employees of the Tianxing Consortium are already ashen-faced, and what's more, they are already lying on the ground weakly, with bloodshot eyes in their godless eyes, obviously experiencing serious trauma to their hearts.

There is no way, the truth that Zhao Tianyi, the powerful director of the Tianxing Consortium, is a siren disguise is enough to make any consortium employee feel that the world view has collapsed.

If it wasn't for Zhao Heyan, the returning eldest lady of the Tianxing Financial Group, who had stepped forward during this period, organized several large shelters, set up a death squad at the forefront, and opened up a supply line leading to the food production area.

I am afraid that the people in the underground shelter have already completely collapsed due to hunger, fear, and despair.

But even so, because the automation equipment and robots in the food production area have received inexplicable electromagnetic interference and cannot be used, the food is getting less and less.

Until yesterday, the food for these refugees was only porridge and steamed buns with coarse grains, and they couldn't keep their fill.

The one who made the sound was a little Liaozhou detainee girl with a pair of rabbit ears on her head. She curled up in the arms of her mother who also had rabbit ears, and had to beg her mother because she was hungry.

And her words of shouting hunger also aroused the resonance of many people around her.

It was almost noon now, but they didn't wait for anyone to distribute food this morning.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that there is less and less food in Huanyang City, and there are wandering sirens everywhere outside.

When the robots and all automated means of transportation have been paralyzed, the members of those death squads are using their lives to deliver supplies to them.

They don't blame the heroes, but...

That doesn't mean people in shelters can't find someone to vent their stress on.

"Since the food sent by the Death Squad is getting less and less, why...don't deprive those detainees of their food share?"

A skinny young man wearing glasses watched the rabbit-eared mother and daughter in Liaozhou, and whispered softly, as if the words were just for himself.

But this seemed to be an opening, and the surrounding Oran people looked at the Liaozhou mother and daughter with a slightly strange change in their eyes.

That's right, since they don't even know whether Oran still exists, do they really need to treat these "foreign races" as the same kind according to Oran's law?

Sensing the changes in the eyes of the people around her, the little girl with rabbit-white ears buried her head tightly in her mother's arms out of fear, not daring to make a sound.

And her mother hugged her tightly, with fear in her eyes.

Both she and her daughter came to this country ten years ago with her husband who works in Tianou Group.

At first, she was a little worried. After all, this is a completely strange country. Will people in Oran discriminate against her family?

But with the outbreak of the Siren Plague, even in the severe environment at that time, the Oran people still did not discriminate against them, and even offered to help them.

This also made her almost forget that she does not belong to the aborigines of this country.

"I...my husband is also a member of the Death Squad, he, he..."

Just as the mother of the Liaozhou detainee was about to explain in a panic because of the strange eyes of the people around her, suddenly, a weak voice of a young man sounded from the crowd:

"Don't worry, they won't really do that."

"I believe that the civilized order of the country of Oran will not collapse so easily."

"After all... this is a civilization that has been able to fight our country for a hundred years, and the foundation of a thousand years..."

The sound not only attracted the astonished gazes of the mother and daughter, but also the surrounding Oran people all looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a black-haired man with a sword, with bandages all over his body, leaning against the load-bearing pillars of the shelter, with his head hanging down, like a corpse.

Combined with the words of this young man, his identity is self-evident.

Residents of the Natlan Empire.

And his words made many Oran people bow their heads in shame, including the young man wearing glasses who said he would deprive the mother and daughter of food.

In fact, the young Oran man was just venting his anger verbally, and didn't really want to do such a thing.

"Don't worry, everyone, I have already contacted my sister through our country's special method, and they will come back with enough food soon...cough cough cough!"

The man from the Natland Empire wanted to speak to comfort everyone, but in the middle of speaking, he coughed up blood, causing the Oran people around him to back away from him.

What's more, they are even ready to call the security personnel of the shelter and want to send him to the medical isolation area.

"Don't worry, everyone... this is just caused by trauma, and... I was transferred here from the hospital... Cough cough cough cough..."

Having said that, the surrounding Oran people all heaved a sigh of relief.

In today's dirty and closed environment, once someone suffers from an infectious disease and is not treated in isolation, the consequences will be disastrous.

After learning that the members of the Death Squad were about to return, the people in the shelter stopped looking at the Liaozhou mother and daughter, and fell into uneasy waiting again.

"Hey, what you, a resident of the Natland Empire, just said is quite interesting. Since you have mastered the secret arts of the Natlan Empire, you should be good at it, right? What's going on with this injury? Where did you get it? "

Just as the black-haired man from the Natland Empire lowered his head and was about to close his eyes for a rest, two Oran youths who were also bandaged came over curiously and spoke to him.

"Heh... I'm ashamed to say that this injury was caused by the gunfire of the ship's mother in the Western Continent."

"Hiss! Are you some kind of criminal? Why would the ship's mother attack you innocently? No, no, you can survive from the ship's cannon attack by the ship's mother?!"

His words caused the two young Oran men to widen their eyes and act vigilantly.

"Cough cough cough... don't worry, you two, I am not a criminal."

"Before now, I was in the Western Continent, providing security work for Ye Zhanke, the boss of Tomahawk Military Industry."

"It's just that the Ministry of the Navy suddenly launched an attack in order to unify the Western Continent, and destroyed the Tomahawk military headquarters building where I was located. I was lucky enough to recover my life from the collapsed ruins."

After the Natlan man explained in a weak tone, the two Oran youths suddenly realized.

As early as when the leader of the new alliance made an emergency broadcast, they had already learned that the Western Continent had been unified by the new alliance.

It's only now that they know that Ye Zhanke, the boss of Tomahawk Military Industry, was beheaded by the Navy Department of the Western Continent.

But that's not a bad thing either.

Ye Zhanke has always been unpopular in the hearts of most Oran people, but this death has, to some extent, prevented the outbreak of civil war in the Western Continent.

"Hey... Brother, you are also a hard-working person. You have not been back to the Eastern Continent for a long time, and I don't know how long it will take to be tall."

These two Oran youths were so talkative that the Natlan man slowly raised his head and looked at them.

Compared with most of the despairing people around, the faces of these two young men covered in bruises looked much more energetic.

It was as if they still had hope for the future in their hearts.

This made the Natlan man a little strange. Do they think that in this situation, there will be reinforcements to save them?

You know, even when he was reading the secret codes of the Imperial Capital Library when he was a child, in the records of the god-killing war thousands of years ago, the terrifying description of divine punishment was far inferior to the black sun and black storm created by the sirens. shock.

What is it that keeps these two Oran youths from falling into despair under such circumstances?
"I bet you that the leader of the new alliance will get us all out in three days."

"Three days? Are you underestimating him? I think all those bastard sirens will be beaten to death just today."

"Hey, why don't you say that after driving the Sirens out of Huanyang City, he restored the communication blockade across the continent and became the president on the spot?"

"How do you know that my elder brother who joined the Death Squad told me so?"

Hearing the joking and quarreling between the two with louder and louder voices, many Oran people around heard the news and joined in on this topic.

In the originally lifeless underground shelter, because of the discussion caused by this topic, a bit of life was born instead.

"It's time to eat! All the asylum seekers, please line up at the elevator entrance to receive your meal according to the serial number issued to you!"

At this time, the sound of a horn came from the elevator in the shelter in the distance.

"Brother, your Natlan secret technique is really good. What's your serial number, do you need us to bring you food?"

"...I took it with good intentions, my sister will bring me food, the two of you can go first."

After declining the kindness of the two young Oran people to help with the meal, the Natlan black-haired man stared blankly at the crowd who were still discussing the topic just now even though they had already started queuing up to receive the meal, and was stunned for a while. .

"If that leader can really lead Oran through this catastrophe in such a desperate situation..."

"Then he must be the one whom the emperor sent us to Oran to find...the person who can resolve the curse of killing gods."

(End of this chapter)