Chapter 4: People are hungry and rely on the city moat (please recommend votes for the new book and

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In the rain curtain, only gray and white colors remained, and the sound of thunder could not wake up the silent things.

The originally bright sunshine became extremely gloomy, shining through the gaps between the thick clouds.

However, in this desolate scene, there are skinny figures.

He looked numb and staggered, like a ghost.

But they are not ghosts, they are people, civilians fleeing.

Boom! !

Thunder followed by lightning, and some people fell to the ground tremblingly, but could never get up again.

The faces of the remaining people were only numb, and their dull eyes looked in front of them, without looking back at those people.

Because such cruel deaths happen all the time in the Kingdom of Rain.

People like them, when they die, disappear like water into the water.

As a civilian in a small country, I feel nothing but numbness in my heart.

They didn't know if there was really a way to survive ahead, but they would definitely die if they stopped. They could only crawl aimlessly towards the capital city that was not affected by the war.

Like a wild dog covered in mud...

No, just like straw in the ground, it will fall when a gust of wind blows. Even if there is no wind, it will still be shaky.

However, there are some people who are different from the walking zombies who are almost unconscious.

"Hey, that..."

"Yahiko! I need to use the honorific!"

"I, I know! But..."

Hearing the mutterings of the two little ones behind him, Yunchuan, who was following the refugees, turned his head, took a deep look at the awkward Yahiko, and then smiled slightly and said: "If you don't mind, call me Yunchuan, I'm better than How old are you?"

Hearing this, Xiao Nan behind him was stunned for a moment, then waved his hands quickly and said: "This, how is this possible! You saved us..."

Not paying attention to Xiaonan's fuss about the title, Yunchuan turned his head and looked at the desolate road ahead.

"Don't worry, it's almost there."

They didn't know how far they had walked. Although the world was still desolate, there were many ruts and horse tracks under their feet.

The horses were not eaten, indicating that there were people in front and there was no shortage of food there.

The number of refugees has visibly increased. They are not just corpses like before. It is obvious that they are gathering here.

Perhaps, in their opinion, as long as they reach the capital, they can survive.

"Konan, Yahiko." Yunchuan asked without turning around, "You were planning to go to the capital in exchange for some food, right?"

"Yes, Yun, Brother Yunchuan." Xiaonan hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

"You don't need to think about it. At this time, only the capital is safe. Only His Highness the Daimyo can protect some people!" Yahiko shouted, and finally cursed secretly, "Damn ninjas, if it weren't for them..."

"Yahiko! That's enough!" Xiaonan quickly pulled his sleeve to signal him not to continue talking.

After all, in their opinion, the boy in front of them was also a "ninja".

"Ninjas" are cruel and ruthless beings who don't care about the life and death of civilians. They are the ones who brought the war to the Land of Rain.

Yahiko has always thought so, but he was saved by the "ninja" he hated, so he has a very conflicted attitude towards Kumokawa.

Under Yahiko's subtle influence, Xiaonan used to think so, but now she feels inexplicably...

"Brother Yunchuan seems to be different from those ninjas."

Looking at the figure walking in front, Xiaonan's pupils trembled slightly as she recalled his gentleness before.

"...Brother Yunchuan." After a moment of silence, Xiaonan asked softly: "Are you saying that even if we reach the capital, it will be difficult for the two of us to survive?"

As soon as he said this, Yahiko, who was holding the ninja bag tightly and clamoring to exchange bread and fruits for bread and fruit when he arrived in the capital, suddenly choked and turned to look at Konan in disbelief.

Xiaonan, how could such an idea come up?

"I see that you haven't been to the capital yet."

Yunchuan just chuckled, shook his head and said: "However, it is not in line with my character to easily deny the possibility of your survival."

"It's better to go see it with your own eyes. I happen to be passing by the capital..."

After that, Yunchuan said no more, and ignored Yahiko who was hesitant to speak. He looked at the staggering figure in front of him with slightly curved eyes without any smile.

Compared to Yahiko who was worried about gains and losses, Xiaonan noticed a different meaning in Kumokawa's words.

"Passing by the capital on the way..." Xiaonan lowered his head slightly and thought to himself, "In other words, he doesn't live in the capital?"

Although it is also a one-country-one-village system, the situation is different from that of the five major countries.

Because the country's territory is so small, the shinobi villages of the Rain Country are not separate from the country. The Rain Hidden Village is within the scope of the capital.

Therefore, the capital city where all the ninjas from Hidden Rain Village gather is already the safest place in the Country of Rain.

With the ability that Yunchuan has shown before, he will definitely get preferential treatment in Yuyin Village, but he didn't choose to stay in the capital?

Why?

Just as Konan lowered his head and thought, he found that Yahiko next to him suddenly stopped at his feet.

"We've arrived, the capital of the Kingdom of Rain."

Hearing Yunchuan's voice, Xiaonan subconsciously raised his head.

However, the moment she looked away, her face also changed into the same expression as Yahiko next to her.

He was frozen in place as if he was being restrained by a spell, and his immature brows were only dull.

As far as the eye can see, outside the capital city, everything is deserted and desolate.

The black rain curtain washed the eyes of the two people. The houses on both sides were still mostly dilapidated. It was almost dusk, but there was not even a trace of smoke from cooking. Rats, insects and ants were everywhere in the broken walls and weeds.

This scene was not what Yahiko and Konan had expected before.

Even the stench and piled up corpses here were far beyond what Yahiko and Konan had seen before.

The capital of the Rain Country was surrounded by a moat that was dozens of meters wide and bottomless. There was only one bridge leading to the city, but the city gate was also closed at this time. It was obviously a blockade and martial law was implemented. No one was allowed to enter or leave the city at will.

But more and more civilians came for a glimmer of hope, regardless of the slightly cold rain that soaked their bodies.

Countless figures slumped by the city wall, their drowsy eyelids could hardly lift up, and their confused and numb faces looked withered.

The whole body was skinny and bones, with deep eye sockets, like a living skeleton, and the arms like sticks hung at the side, trembling slightly.

Exhaling more and inhaling less, they looked like they were running out of energy and could die at any time.

But some of them were already dead, while others were still breathing.

As for those who were still alive...

Sniff! Sniff!

Konan and Yahiko sniffed subconsciously and could smell the endless fishy wind swirling in the air.

However, in addition to the rotten smell in the air, they could also smell a strange smell.

It was the smell of meat.

The smell of meat could not be covered up even by the rotten stench of corpses.

"Ugh!!"

Finally, Konan collapsed to the ground and vomited unbearably.

Yahiko's face was also extremely pale, and his body trembled as he looked at everything outside the capital.

"I don't know whether future generations will record this war, and how they will describe the harm the war has caused to civilians." Yunchuan had a hint of pity in his eyes, and the frost on his face had surpassed the cold winter. He said softly: "But, to describe it with a sentence I once read, that is..." People were starving, relying on the dead in the city trenches, and the bandits were captured for food. There were thousands of people every day, so they prepared hundreds of huge pestles, ground bones and skin into mortars, and ate them together!