blackstone code

Chapter 1519 Landing Smoothly
Two weeks passed quickly.

Ballot stations across the country were packaged and sent to Bupain by train, and the votes will be counted in Bupain.

The workload is a bit heavy, but it is not impossible to complete. Considering the current situation, the working group has added some people.

The whole process will last about three days and will be completed before January [-].

This year's winter is still as cold, and people are still discussing the issue of the general election and who will eventually become the new president.

Whether it's the old Mr. President, or the candidate who is waiting for the result, or whoever else.

New TV shows, new hosts, and new TV dramas are constantly appearing, which can make people find some fun to pass the time in the cold winter.

Come back from get off work every day, lie on the soft sofa, enjoy the warmth, watch TV, there is nothing happier than this!

All in all, this New Year's Eve is very happy.

Perhaps because they have adapted to the cold winter, people don't think there is anything unacceptable about it, it's just cold.

But in the north, the cold has become a deadly thing.

Far away in Marilo, the whole world seems to be white.

It can even be difficult to see outside the windows, as the difference in temperature between indoors and outdoors can cause mist on the windows, which can quickly freeze to ice in extreme freezing weather outside.

Even if the temperature inside some houses is so high that the windows will not be frozen, everything outside the windows is still white.

The wind is blowing violently, and the strong wind in the environment of tens of degrees below zero is like the scythe of death. Anything with moisture in the body will be frozen almost instantly!
Even if people wore thick clothes and used the fur of other animals to protect against the cold, they would have a hard time surviving outside.

it's too cold!
Someone took the risk to try this, and it didn't take long for their feet to be blackened and dead from the cold. The winter in Marillo was really a disaster for the people living here.

Only when these storms die down will people be able to leave their homes and get outside to have a look.

Further south, the situation got better, but only a little bit better, it was still cold, and the most frightening thing was that people's food needs became a big problem after winter came.

It has been three years, but the people of Marilo still haven't been able to store enough winter food before winter comes, because for people in the north, winter is too long.

On the border between Maliro and the Federation, many refugees have gathered, and these people have all fled from the north.

They hope to go to the Federation. In their perception, the Federation is a warm and wealthy country.

Even a homeless person can live a good life. He can have cigarettes, beer, food and drink, and he can go to the hospital when he is sick. Come the bullets to kill.

Or not noticing the change of the weather one night, and being frozen into a popsicle.

A large number of refugees want to find opportunities to smuggle into the Federation every day, but the recent situation is a bit complicated. The Federation not only sent more border patrols, but also built some fortress walls not too far from the border.

This made the people of Mariro more fearful and uneasy, and all kinds of true and false rumors were mixed in this growing group.

In fact, what is even more surprising is that the racial conflicts in Marillo that have always been unresolvable have finally been perfectly resolved at this moment, under another situation that threatens everyone's lives.

Here, whether it's a Maliro or a Mallory, they can mix together, and no one hates or attacks each other.

Because they are very clear that the mutual hatred and attacks at this time will not bring them any benefits, but will cause greater unpredictable dangers.

"Did you find out?", in a small tent temporarily built with wood and some clothes and quilts, a guy shivered and got in.

As soon as he came in, other people asked him this question, did you hear it?

It was a small group, and the guy in the tent was called Rekatos, and he was a real Mallorian.

In the past, he could be regarded as a small captain under the command of a small warlord, but as the winter became more and more difficult, the lack of supplies and various reasons, the small warlord group collapsed.

In fact, it wasn't just the small warlord group he belonged to that had collapsed, but now the entire Mariro, even smaller groups were finished.

Even for those big warlords, life is not easy. The winter is long and cold. They not only have to ensure their own livelihood, but also the winter of the people under their command.

Otherwise, once people run away, they will soon have no one under their command.

A warlord that no one can use, in an environment like Marilo where there is almost no law, is tantamount to a deep sin!

A warlord without people is just a moving vault.

The big warlords can still support themselves, but the small warlords are completely helpless.

This is the case with Rekatos. The warlords have gone to other countries by themselves. They don't care about them. They usually don't have much savings, and they don't have any good ways to fight against such bad weather.

The only way is to go south.

He is usually more prestigious, and the big guys are willing to follow him, so he brought people here.

What he asked this person to inquire about was news about going to the federation.

Don't look at the borders of the Federation as if there are loopholes everywhere, but you don't know where there are some patrols hidden.

Since the number of smugglers suddenly increased the year before last, the Federation has also increased a lot of patrols on the border. They even heard that the walls of the bunkers are to prevent smugglers.

This also made many people panic. Once the walls of these bunkers are built, it means that it will be difficult for them to smuggle into the Federation. There have been some firefights recently.

Stowaways continued to be shot dead and thrown in front of them. Unfortunately, these did not stop people's determination to go to the Federation, but deepened it.

The young man who came in was shivering from the cold. He sat around the stove for a while before he recovered.

"After ten o'clock every night, the patrol will change from half an hour to an hour. If there is a strong wind, it will become an hour and a half. That's our chance."

Rekatos nodded, "Everyone, get ready and act tonight."

Someone asked, "So fast?"

Rekatos looked at him, which made the questioner lower his head slowly, avoiding his gaze.

After re-establishing his authority, Rekatos explained, "We can't wait too long, haven't you noticed that there are more and more federal people on the border, if you don't leave now, it will be too late !"

In fact, it's not just Rekatos who is nervous now, the whole world is in a state of tension.

As the sea fortresses of the Penteo people were successively launched into the water, the war was almost imminent.

It could be in a few weeks, a few months, a year or two, or it could be now!

The Mariro people have piled up a large number of refugees on the Federation. If they have an impact on the Federation border and the Penteo people start a war brazenly, the attention of the Federation people may be divided in two.

Moreover, the Strategic Command has considered whether there is a possibility that maybe the Penteo people have already contacted the Mariro government.

The new president of Marillo is different from his father. He seldom says anything internationally, and he has never considered saving these refugees, but let them flee by themselves.

It feels like there's always a sense of intrigue.

Once these hundreds of thousands of Mariello gun-wielding refugees flood into the federal territory, it will cause a devastating blow to the federal mainland!

Yes, these Marillos are almost all armed, very scary!
So the more refugees there are, the more patrols on the border, and even the army, they have to beware of problems that break out anytime and anywhere.

As the number of people on both sides increased, the escalating tension also affected some people, as did Reikatos, he was unwilling to wait any longer.

Regarding his decision, there was no disagreement among the people here, and they all nodded.

A group of people began to rest except for two people guarding the temporary tent.

Time passed quickly, and seeing that it was twelve o'clock, these people also woke up one after another.

First they ate something—

Some tree roots and wild vegetables that can be found nearby are also decreasing, after all, there are too many refugees.

These things were smashed and thrown into the pot to cook. The cooked things had a strong grassy smell and were hard to swallow.

Those thick and long fibers are like barbed thorns, which are always firmly attached to the throat and esophagus, and can only be swallowed by swallowing with leaves.

But I have to say that this kind of crude fiber food is really hungry and has a strong sense of satiety.

As soon as the group got out of the tent at night, they found that there were still several groups of people in the temporary camp that hadn't slept.

After looking at each other for a while, they understood each other's thoughts, and then they took the lead and sat together.

From the current point of view, the purpose and interests of these people are the same, and they all want to go to the Federation.

Since the purpose is the same, why can't they cooperate?
As for who is lucky and who is not lucky, it depends on God's will.

Maybe everyone can cross the border?
At 01:30 in the evening, Mr. President is dreaming. In the dream, he achieved his re-election and left an indelible page in the history of the Federation——

A ten-year president!

This kind of situation is extremely rare, or it is difficult to replicate. People will talk about a series of changes in the economy, military, politics, culture, and society of the Federation during his tenure.

He will be the president with the most pages in federal history textbooks!

Just as he was being congratulated by the world, the phone rang.

He opened his eyes in the darkness, looked at the dark ceiling, and suddenly sighed.

All the beauty just now was a fucking dream!
He got up and picked up the phone, put it to his ear, and then he was stunned...

"Massive firefights at the border, a regional patrol post captured, large numbers of Mariroans crossing the border..."

(End of this chapter)