Chapter 710: Caravan
In the dark night, somewhere in the vast desert of Busaimit, on a raised wind-eroded rock, there are two figures standing here at this moment, standing in the black wind carrying sand and dust.
One of them was a bald, fat man. He was the Immortal Cult cadre who had been in charge of Bastis' affairs, Jawahar. At this moment, he was standing respectfully in the wind. Opposite him was an old woman with a hunched body, wrinkled face, and withered white hair.
The old woman was wearing a few pieces of cloth with twisted lines printed on them, and a variety of jewels and broken bones of creatures were strung together to make jewelry and necklaces. She held a twisted wooden cane in her hand, and her pupils were ten centimeters cloudy. She stood quietly in the cold evening wind, and it seemed that her old body was not affected by the wind and cold.
"Chief Amuyaba... those Glow lackeys outside the city have already accepted more than 20,000 refugees. Based on my estimation of their food reserves, they will use up all the food in two days at most. If they continue to maintain their ridiculous scale of relief, the entire camp will soon collapse..."
Jawaharlal reported to the old woman called Amayaba in the north, and after listening, Amayaba was silent for a while, then spoke slowly in a hoarse voice.
"I see... Then, those people still don't want to attack Bastis?"
"No! They are all very patient. There is no sign of a strong attack. They are just guarding outside the city. Not only that, they didn't even try to infiltrate and capture me for interrogation. This is a little different from what we thought before..." Jawahar said to Amaya. After listening to Jawahar's words, Amaya paused slightly and then continued speaking.
"It seems that they have a calm person leading them. What a pity. If they had chosen to take a tough approach on the issue of Bastis, the Glorious Cult would have had no chance of gaining a foothold in Busaimit..." Amaya said with a little regret. After listening to her words, Jawaharlal spoke again.
"Yes, the nun named Vanya is not very aggressive... We want to trap her in Bastis's trap. But it doesn't matter. Our other methods have already begun to work. In two days, once they run out of food, they will either attack the city to steal food or leave..."
"So they haven't studied how to cure this holy plague?"
"As far as I know, there is no such thing. The food and management issues alone are enough to make them exhausted. They have no time to study the Holy Plague. Hey, in fact, I hope that Sister Vanya can spend more time studying the cure for the Holy Plague. The more they study, the stronger the Holy Plague will be. When the Holy Plague finally breaks out in the Radiance Base, it will be more difficult for them to deal with it..."
Jawahar said this with an obviously smug smile. After listening to his words, Amayaba did not say anything more, but continued to look towards Bastis in the distance. After looking twice, he spoke again.
"Although, as long as this holy plague does not end in Busaimit, we will be invincible, but we still cannot take those people lightly. You continue to monitor them and do not let down your guard until they have completely withdrawn...
"Okay, let's stop here today. You will meet Bastis first. Remember, don't discuss any key information in the city, especially those related to the Holy Plague and me. It's not clear what cards the Holy Mountain has given to the little nun. She may have some connection with the so-called Heavenly Judge Cult. Any important information exchange that is not beyond my influence is not allowed."
"Yes." Jawaharlal responded to Amayaba respectfully and affirmatively. After seeing the other party's response, Amayaba also looked into the distance again.
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After the moon sets, day and night rotate, and a quick night has passed. The morning sun rises from the edge of the desert in the east and illuminates the world.
In the Bastis Oasis, the camp of the religious relief mission welcomed the new day under the sunshine. Wisps of smoke rose slowly from between the vast tents, and there were crowds of people everywhere.
Compared to the recent period, the scale of this camp has expanded a lot. Due to the continuous influx of refugees, the size of the camp has increased countless times compared to the beginning. At a glance, there are wailing crowds everywhere, and the staff who originally belonged to the mission are already too busy to handle everything.
Of course, what is making the camp more tense now is the food problem rather than the shortage of manpower. Due to the shortage of food, the camp has seen a reduction in handouts for several days in a row, and many refugees cannot get enough food. Although after explanation, the vast majority of refugees expressed their understanding and cooperated with the reduction in food, a small number of people began to show dissatisfaction, and this dissatisfaction has spread to the present, and has begun to induce some vicious incidents.
"This morning, there have been 21 fights over food in Nanying and Dongying. At least 25 people participated in one of the fights, resulting in 10 injuries and 2 deaths. The total number of casualties caused by various vicious incidents is 47..."
In the big tent that belonged to Vanya in the center of the camp, Sister Phil stood in it, reporting to Vanya who was sitting on a chair. After hearing what Phil said, Vanya paused slightly, and then spoke again.
"Has it increased so much compared to yesterday? Although food supply has been restricted, it's not to the point where people will starve to death, right?"
"Yes... the food supply is indeed not at that level now. But because of the reduction in supply, panic has spread in the camp. Many people think that our food will soon run out, so they want to scramble to stockpile more... and what they think is not wrong. If we continue to maintain this level of food expenses, we really can't hold on for long..."
Phil looked at Vanya and said with a serious look. After listening to Phil's words, Vanya did not respond immediately. Instead, she sat there with a heavy face, not knowing what she was thinking about.
Faced with Vanya's silence, Sipare, who was standing on the other side, seemed to be unable to sit still. He stepped forward and spoke.
"Sister Vanya, we can't hesitate any longer in the current situation. Our food supply won't last long. We should just order an attack on the city! No matter how much food there is in Bastis, we can at least hold out longer after we get it!"
匠斯帕雷 said this, but Vanya did not respond to 匠斯帕雷, but continued to sit in her chair in silence. After 匠斯帕雷 saw this, he couldn't help but get anxious and had some thoughts in his mind.
"Sister Vanya... you are too kind. This is not the time to be indecisive..."
"Sister Vanya, as a believer of the Virgin Mary and a savior, your character is indeed impeccable, but as a leader, it seems that she is not particularly suitable. Whether to fight or retreat, we should have made a decision earlier, instead of hesitating until now... No wonder there have always been voices in the Holy Church that regard Sister Vanya as a lucky bottle..."
Standing on the other side, Sister Phil looked at the silent Vanya and thought in her heart that as an assistant assigned to Vanya by the Redemptionists, she also had her own abilities and opinions.
"This trip to Busaiette may also be a test for Sister Vanya as a leader... Now it seems that this test is difficult to pass. Sister Vanya... Not every difficulty will be protected by fate... I understand your desire to save as many people as possible, but if you just do this, food will not appear miraculously out of thin air..."
Sister Phil was thinking this in her heart, and at this moment, the curtain of the big tent was suddenly lifted, and then a figure walked quickly from behind it. It was a guard of the delegation.
"Sister Vanya, a large camel caravan was spotted outside, approaching Bastis."
"Camel caravan? What are they doing?" After listening to the guard's report, the originally silent Vanya couldn't help but said with bright eyes, and the guard immediately answered.
"We don't know yet, but we have sent out scouts to contact them, and we should have results soon." After saying that, the guard stepped aside and stood there waiting quietly, while Sipare continued to speak seriously.
"With the epidemic spreading everywhere now... there are still large camel caravans moving around in the wild? It's a bit suspicious..."
Just as Sipare was expressing his opinion, the curtain of the tent was lifted again, and another guard ran in, reporting to Vanya loudly.
"Sister Vanya! We have contacted the camel caravan. They said they are merchants and came to Busaimit specifically to do grain business!"
The guard spoke loudly. Hearing his words, Phil and Sipare in the big tent were startled and looked at each other in disbelief. Vanya, who was sitting on the chair, breathed a sigh of relief and then closed her eyes silently, as if she was praying for something in her heart.
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Many people in the mission camp found it hard to believe that there were still legitimate merchants in Busaimit today. Not only that, they were legitimate grain merchants, grain merchants carrying huge amounts of grain. Whether it was plague or bandits, these were things that merchants avoided, but there were still people willing to do business here. Although it was unbelievable, it was also true.
"Here! Here, hurry up guys, put all the things over here and show them to the customers, so they can check them carefully~"
At the edge of the Bastis Oasis, a little away from the camp, a large caravan was staying here at this moment, with camels and trailers loaded with goods gathered in groups. Under the guidance of a fat bearded boss wearing a luxurious robe, countless caravan men were unloading large sacks from the trailers and placing them in rows. After each bag of goods was placed on the ground, it was quickly opened, revealing piles of fine white flour.
Countless bags of flour were opened one by one, and then the guards of the delegation who were waiting on the side, led by Sipare, rushed forward to carefully inspect each bag of flour, not only to ensure the safety of the flour itself but also to ensure that there were no other bad things hidden in the flour.
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