Chapter 208 The profiteers and the second suffering of the Ostara people

After all, Fo Degen is not the leader.

As a businessman, when wandering around the Mellaren Market, he was willing to give some copper coins to the small group of poor beggars wandering around the dirty streets in order to get the satisfaction of giving alms.

Having the experience of giving alms in the past, Fordegen could not ignore the refugees who were sitting quietly waiting to die.

He is not the kind of so-called saint who can deliberately go bankrupt for charity. He simply enjoys the satisfaction brought by charity.

Now, he cannot watch a group of refugees from his allies die miserably.

Save them? How to save?

Refugees need food! The only food that can be obtained quickly now is the cattle and sheep in the hands of the Gran people.

The attitude of the Gran people is very resolute, and they will not generously give out their property.

However, if money is used to solve this problem, it is not a problem.

Fordgen was indeed moved with compassion. He closed his eyes and thought about it. It suddenly occurred to him that if it was because of his help, a small group of refugees would run to Mälaren and tell the locals who they were. A lifesaver.

Fo Degen feels that he should have a good reputation among businessmen. After all, everyone has amassed a lot of wealth and they are all "charity-loving" people.

He naturally thought of the great businessman Gould. It was exactly when he thought of this old guy that he suddenly thought of learning a plan from Gould during the chat.

Suddenly, Fordgen, who was still hesitant, stamped his feet fiercely, faced the leader of the Gran people, and said firmly: "I have decided, I will try my best to save people, I will Take the refugees to a safe place as much as possible."

"Huh? What are you trying to do?" the leader asked with his mouth wide open.

"What are you after? It's just a reputation and a secret."

"Oh, then you are really a kind person. Maybe you think you can win over them, and then Become the new leader of the Ostara people."

"Who knows?" Fordgen shrugged, "I only have one last request for you."

"Tell me, what's your request?"

"I want some cattle."

"You!" The leader immediately had blue veins on his face: "You are just greedy for my cattle, you are really a wicked person ."

"Oh, forgive me, my friend." Fo Degen deliberately opened his robe and showed the delicate linen bag hanging on his belt: "Look, I will pay a good price. My friend, you must be short of money when you open a settlement in a new place."

The most important thing in difficult times is food and clothing. The leader of the Gran people held his chin, considering entering new areas to open up new territories. , it is inevitable to start dealing with the Yelmalen people. At that time, no one will dislike more money.

The leader looked at Fo Degen and said with difficulty: "I can sell you some cattle, but I can only sell you a little."

"That's okay. ”

Now is the time for extortion.At this time, the leader closed his eyes and thought: "There are too many people in this group of refugees. It seems to me that they can eat two fat cows every day. I'm sorry, I can only sell you two."

"You! You are so stingy."

"I price a cow at two gold coins, or twenty silver coins."

"Huh? So expensive? I have five silver coins. I can buy you a cow. I think you just don't want to cooperate. "You are trying to steal money."

“Robbing money?” The leader blew his beard and made an angry expression. He put his face close and threatened: “In times of crisis, we can rob your caravan. You Look, I didn't order this. Fo Degen, don't make me angry while I'm still kind."

"You!" Look at the old guy's wide eyes again. Degen could only give in.

For Degen’s caravan, those oxcarts were also pulling a batch of cowhide and sheepskin, and there were even transportation packages that he carried with him in the caravan.

And the precious sword in his waist.

If they offend the Grans, they will not hesitate to transform into existences exactly like the Danish pirates.

Frustrated, Fo Degen obediently took out forty silver coins and took away two old and skinny cows from the Gran people.

Can all the refugees be saved by killing two old cows? That's impossible.

The Granites took away the young women with the best health among the refugees, leaving behind a group of people who were in poor health and could survive as long as they had one or two meals.

Fo Degen personally walked into the refugees.

He saw some mothers holding their sons and daughters in their arms. The mother looked pained and helpless, and shouted for help. The child's eyes were empty and confused.

Fordgen stood among the refugees, his brows furrowed, revealing deep wrinkles.

His mercenary leader hurried over and reported: "Sir, there are many women with children, some helpless children, do you want to take them away?"

"Take away? To put it lightly, we can't save them all."

"Then..."

"Take your brothers and try to gather the refugees to me. Also Yes, I will take a few brothers to slaughter the two cows and start roasting the beef immediately."

His subordinates immediately conveyed the order of the donor, and the refugees who felt that they had met the kind man also moved towards this person. A noble man who is richly dressed and supported by many warriors.

Hunger and exhaustion still control the spirits of the refugees. They sit on the ground and constantly beg the nobles for some food.

At this time, Fo Degen hurriedly and clumsily pulled out his exquisite sword. The blade of the sword buzzed, and while the soldiers admired the gold master's good sword, the refugees fell silent.

He held his sword high as if he were a warrior, but his big belly did not match the image at all.

“You Ostarians, I can only save some of you. Are there any of you who have money with you? Come with me if you have money, and I will give you a barbecue. "

It seemed as if the refugees didn't understand.

Fordgen yelled again: "Those with silver coins, follow me! I'll sell you barbecue! "

Money? In fact, many Ostara people did flee with some money.

Some people even had more than a dozen silver coins in their linen pockets.< /p>

It’s just the richest people in the tribe who are often the bravest. They use their money to buy and make leather armor, mail armor, and a variety of weapons. Some tribesmen even spend a lot of money to make bows.

After all, in the Nordic world, there are too few excellent bow craftsmen in the current era, and it would cost a lot of money to make a single oak bow and some arrows.

I found it possible. If you use money to buy meat, no matter how much you spend, the barbecue will actually go into your stomach.

This somewhat fat businessman is much kinder than those people in Gran. < /p>

Including the pair of sisters, after learning that they could use money to buy food, the elder sister suddenly forgot about the pain in her legs. She pulled her younger sister up with difficulty and followed the moving crowd.

In order to survive, they also get up and try to grab a piece of meat to eat.

About three hundred people followed Fo Degen. Faced with so many refugees, he firmly believed that there must be freeloaders among them.

Except for those who wanted to freeload, did the rest of them carry a lot of money. ? Based on his previous understanding of the people of Ostara, Fo Degen believes that these suffering people are very pitiful. Maybe they all carry a lot of money.

Businessmen. Business talks.

Because of the end of the commotion, the vigilant Gran people relaxed. It was getting late now, so continuing on the road was not a good option for Gran. People camped on the spot and lit bonfires, and some tribesmen even took the opportunity to drive cattle and sheep to graze.

On the edge of another forest, Fo Degen set up a camp here.

Most of the refugees who died in the stampede gathered in front of his "barbecue shop" and looked eagerly at the beef roasted on the fire, dripping with laughter.

In the Buddha. Under Degen's instructions, his people processed the beef very thoroughly.

As a labor of love, his guards took away the best meat from the two cows and the rest of the messy edible parts. , all roasted on the fire.

Even the beef intestines, which exude a strong visceral smell, have become meat and potatoes that can save people's lives.

There is also cow blood.

The sky is getting darker and the beef is starting to be cooked. Looking at the current situation, even the woman holding the child has become an evil spirit.

People will lose their minds when they are hungry. Fo Degen estimated that if it were not for his subordinates,With both swords and shields in hand, the looting has already happened.

He did give an order to his subordinates that anyone who tried to rob, no matter who they were, would be executed immediately without mercy.

The unkempt people looked at the fragrant beef eagerly. There was a group of women standing at the forefront. Their sarongs were badly worn, and their half-exposed legs were full of wounds.

They have now forgotten the need to cover their bodies; all they can think about is eating meat.

A soldier struggled to grab a wooden stick with about thirty kilograms of barbecue on it. Judging from the outside, the meat was already cooked.

Seeing this, Fo Degen immediately issued an order: "The meat is ready. People with money come over and eat the meat! Guards! Let them show their money, and only those with money will be let in."

As a result, women began to show their money bags, which contained some silver coins, and the first diner was let in.

She approached the arrogant Fordgen, took out more than ten silver coins of her own, and asked weakly: "Sir, is this money enough? I...I still have two more. "A child."

"You?" Fordgen accepted the money readily and motioned to his men to cut off two fist-sized pieces of roast beef.

Facing this piece of meat, the woman's face was full of embarrassment: "This... Sir, can you give me some more? I'm going to Mellaren, and I have to go to Hjärmalen to hire a boat. , I need some money, I need more food.”

“More meat?”

“Oh, sir, we are all allies. Come on." As she said that, the woman knelt down directly.

Seeing her painful face, Ford was moved with compassion. But when he saw those eyes glaring at them like hungry wolves, he also became cold.

After all, there is only so much meat. It would be okay if the Gran people gave them two fat cows, but they were obviously two thin old cows.

Besides, if the thirty warriors who protect me don’t treat my own people well, will they rebel?

The more he thought about it, the more Fodegen felt that the Gran people’s decision was correct.

At this time, you must be ruthless.

Seeing that he was indifferent, the woman also had a bad taste in her mouth: "You seem to be a Melalen businessman. Only you Melalen people are like this, you are simply profiteers."

"Profiteers. "Forget it." Fo Degen pointed his sword at her face: "I can give you more beef, but you and your children will be my slaves."

This. The words were undoubtedly a bolt from the blue!

"Aren't we allies? You shouldn't give us such treatment, and you shouldn't let your allies be slaves. You Mellaren people can't be so cruel."

"No! I'm merciful. You only have enough money to buy this amount of meat. You want more beef? I can even send you to the port of Mälaren, isn't that what you want? If you give me a thousand silver coins, I can escort you all the way, but it's a pity that you only have fifteen.

I will not ask you to be a slave, but you and your children will have to work for me in the next few years, and then I can give you your freedom.

I think this deal is fair. Do you choose to starve to death now? The leading men are already dead. The Gran people have no intention of saving you. Only I can save you. Do you have a better choice? ”

I have to say that this woman has no beauty at all. While Fodegen said harsh words, he also complained that the Gran man took away all the beautiful women.

Looking at this man's stubborn appearance, Fo Degen's heart was filled with fire and his eyelids were twitching. He wished he could stab him to death on the spot. This woman is disrespectful to her benefactor. Is money still money in times of trouble? Can you enjoy it in the underworld if you are sitting on a golden mountain?

, the second woman was let in.

This woman was even more generous and actually took out twenty silver coins. She had no complaints about this situation. How can Gen not be shocked? It seems that he is indeed a big profiteer, because the old cow provided by the Gran is only 20 silver coins.

Fo Degen was a little surprised that the refugees had a lot of money. Money.

More than a dozen female refugees got the barbecue and left. They first gave the meat to their hungry children and then ate the rest themselves.

Sitting with his back against the big tree, he looked at this kind scene eagerly, his eyes full of envy.

My sister muttered: "Sister, you want us to buy some meat too. "

"No, dear. We are too weak and have to wait until the end. "

"Why? I'm very hungry. ”

“Please be patient and let’s see how things go.” "While saying this, my sister's hand covered by the burqa was tightly holding a piece of high-grade amber that was polished and crystal clear.

People often lose their minds when they fall into extreme hunger.

Many poor refugees, even some women, may not be able to defeat sword-wielding warriors, but they cannot deal with women of their own race.

The riots come without warning.

Almost instantly, the women and children holding the beef became the target of public criticism.

People began to scream, and the fight caused them to fight.

Now, no one is afraid of the warrior’s sword.

“Damn it! defense! Quick defense! Come and stab him to death! "Fordgen has never seen such a wild scene, and his guards were also shocked.

The warrior's instinct acts on the heads of the guards, anyone who dares to attack the barbecue stall now is the enemy.

Those who competed for food were either knocked to the ground by shields or stabbed to death instantly by swords.

This group of position-based mercenaries are all about killing people, and they always do things neatly.

However, the large number of refugees could not be tolerated, and a large group of people rushed to the barbecue stall. Regardless of the heat of the flames, they started grilling meat with gun butts.

Seeing this situation, Fo Degen also became ruthless and immediately ordered: "Brothers, kill all the robbers! They are no longer refugees, they are all enemies who want to rob my goods. Brothers. Everyone, when we get to Melalen, everyone will get a gold coin!"

The next step is the madness of the guards.

They became efficient killing machines, and for a time, the Vordegen camp was filled with terror.

There were more and more corpses on the ground, and blood seeped into the grass.

Beef? No! All the barbecue stalls collapsed. Some refugees who were stabbed fell into the fire pit and soon transformed into ferocious people on fire.

"Sister, what's wrong with them! I'm so scared!"

"Damn it! Let's hide quickly!" The elder sister, who was afraid that she would fall into chaos and die unknown, pulled her younger sister to hide. In the shadow of the big tree.

The two sisters survived the catastrophe, and those who did not suffer were the refugees who did not participate in the looting operation.

Seeing that the looting had been curbed by the most profiteering method, the furious Fodegen loudly ordered: "Brothers, enough is enough! You take all the corpses away, and we will continue to sell barbecue!"

The refugees who were still alive fell into panic. They were all sitting in the sunset. Many people felt that they were about to be killed and were completely at a loss.

Obviously, the businessman did not want to continue the violence.

The corpses were carried away one after another, and some roasted beef was pulled out of the fire.

The sword-wielding Fordgen staggered towards the frightened refugees, escorted by five mercenaries.

He roared in a low voice: "Now, the troublemaker is dead. What about you? Do you want to live or die? If you want to live, bring money. No matter how much it is, I will sell it to you. Beef. Remember! If you dare to rob, you will be stabbed to death on the spot!”

That’s it? Some refugees who had been frightened staggered over with money.

After all, I am really hungry!