Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 916 - 572: Disaster Relief is as Urgent as Fighting Fire

Chapter 916: Chapter 572: Disaster Relief is as Urgent as Fighting Fire

Twenty kilometers downstream from Black Feather Bridge, they had breached a section over a hundred meters long on the north bank at a vulnerable spot—destruction was always infinitely easier than construction, especially here where the flood had transformed the area into a river over the ground.

Massive amounts of river water surged recklessly in that direction before officially flowing into The Frozen Lands. They still had more than twenty kilometers to traverse, and this area belonged to the densely populated Feather Wing Valley.

With no riverbanks to contain it, wherever the terrain was low, the river water would rush there until it found its final outlet.

Everywhere there were collapsed houses, everywhere there were flooded farmlands, countless people were trapped on fragmented highlands or in trees, crying out in grief and despair, cursing the All Gods for their cruelty and injustice. They didn’t know that their current plight was not a natural disaster but a human-made one.

Above is the true projection photographed by Regina, who had returned early to Valley, from high above.

She was not only playing it for Gaven but also for those gathered villagers of Weizemay New Village. Everyone’s face showed unbearable sympathy, especially the prisoner mercenaries, most of whom hailed from Feather Wing Valley, Tillage Valley, and Scar Valley, with the majority from Feather Wing Valley and Scar Valley, directly affecting their personal interests.

"Natural disasters are dreadful, but even more dreadful are man-made disasters. The Sambiyan merchants, for their own selfish desires, completely disregard the lives of the people of Feather Wing Valley and Tillage Valley, massively discharging floodwater here to save their own levees. Pursuing accountability can be postponed, but rescue cannot wait.

Although many among us are outsiders, the people of this land extended their Hand of Aid to us in our time of need, welcomed us, allowed us to settle and build our new homes here. Now that they are in trouble, we cannot ignore it; we must extend our Hand of Aid." Gaven loudy addressed the lieges below.

"Lord is right. Since we have chosen to settle and live in Valley, we should abide by the customary rules here. When other Valley People are in danger, we must extend our hand of aid."

"Only cold-blooded, evil merchants could do such things. We absolutely cannot stand by idly. Lord, tell us what to do? We will fully comply with Lord’s arrangements!"

"Lord is merciful; we were blinded by benefits earlier, accepting employment from those cold-blooded, greedy Sambiyan merchants. Please, Lord, you must save our families. We are willing to personally go for disaster relief. We swear we will not flee halfway; if we break our oath, may we be forsaken by both gods and men."

"I am proficient in water activities, Lord, please send me. I am willing to take an oath."

"I am from Feather Wing Valley, my home is near the breach. I am very familiar with the situation there, taking me along would greatly aid the relief efforts."

No need for prompting, the opinion of Weizemay New Village villagers was unanimous. Given their ability to help, they could not sit idle.

"Very well, you have not disappointed me." Gaven nodded in satisfaction, "Kregi, heed my command."

"At your service." Kregi hurriedly walked to Gaven, kneeling on one knee.

"I now appoint you General of the Weizemay Escort Fleet, the existing fifteen longships, all under your command. Organize personnel immediately, fully staff all longship crews, and then rush to the flood site for emergency relief immediately. Prioritize human life, starting now, there’s no distinction between immigrants or prisoner mercenaries, prioritize the rescue mission. Those who disobey orders will be dealt with by military law. I grant you the authority to execute first and report later during the relief period." Gaven seized the opportunity to officially form his inland fleet, which was a chance to fully assimilate the prisoner mercenaries. Believing this opportunity would convert many prisoners into his own lieges.

The more cold-blooded and profit-focused the Sambiyan merchants are, and the more they oppress the Valley People, the more advantageous it becomes for him.

"As ordered." Kregi declared fervently.

Commanding an army was his lifelong dream, but under the overshadowing glow of his father, he always felt like a fledgling that never matured, everyone who saw him thought not of his name but of him as Kopofiel’s son. He always wanted to prove himself, hoping one day his father would be proud of him.

He felt the past six months had been the fastest growth period in his life, not just because the young man before him had given more rights and trust, but crucially, because he had been separated from his father Kopofiel, providing ample room for growth.

Although the longship was no match for a three-masted sailing ship, and the inland waterways were no match for the sea, it was at least a good start, wasn’t it?

Gaven couldn’t help but ask with concern, "It’s continuously raining now, the waters of the Ashaba River are swollen, many sections have become very turbulent and complex, will you have any issues navigating upstream?"

Navigating by water was purely out of necessity. The continuous rain had turned all the trade routes of Valley into muddy terrains, struggling to get across by land, which would take at least two or three days, would not be to rescue people, but to retrieve their bodies.