Riding and chopping: Overlord of the Han and Hungarians

Chapter 257 255. The Mountain Top
August.

The mountains are full of insects and birds, and the vegetation is dense.

On the mountain.

The dirt road stepped on the original animal trail leads directly to the top of the mountain.

This is an unknown mountain with few people.

But near a rockfall platform not far from the top of the mountain, there are hundreds of tents densely packed.

Crowded.

They were holding sharpened wooden guns in their hands, listening to the orders of the leading young men and stabbing at the void.

Among these people, there are not many young and middle-aged people, and not a single child.

The youngest of them all looked over 40 years old, and looked extraordinarily old.

"It's time for dinner, remember some rules, line up to get the meal!"

Around the falling stone platform, several decent smokeless stoves were dug up on the spot, and the iron pot set up on the stove was bubbling with pale green heat.

At the end of the stove, there is a little blue smoke floating, very thin and light, making it hard to see clearly.

"Close the gun! Stand still!"

The instructors who were training this group of mostly elderly people gave orders loudly.

These people put the wooden guns on the right side in a dignified manner, and stood still.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the young instructor couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It's been more than two months, and he can be regarded as leading these refugees to a certain extent.

"After disbanding, put the wooden guns in the gun racks, and line up for meals, is it clear?"

"Yes! Instructor!"

Although the voice is a bit old, it is also considered vigorous and powerful.

The instructor nodded, stood still and gave the order to disband.

The team dispersed, and put the wooden guns in their hands on the gun rack at the corner of the rockfall platform. It was said to be a gun rack, but it was actually a simple rack made up of several logs.

Putting down their spears, these people rushed to the dining area and formed a queue. The training team was not large but there were more than a thousand people, so they also had an organizational system, consisting of corporal leaders and special leaders.

With the order to put out the meal, one after another tents were lifted, and some resting old women also came over to line up to receive the meal.

The bowls of food were handed out, and at the very edge of these tents, an old man lifted the curtain of the tent.

"Boss, I don't have enough to eat. There are not many wild vegetables and fruits picked these days, and there are not many bird eggs and mushrooms left."

The old man opened the curtain of the tent and reported to the young man inside who was feeding a pigeon.

Hearing the worry in the old man's tone, the young man chuckled.

"Don't worry, Guolao, we won't be short of food soon."

After feeding a small handful of millet, which was extremely precious to Guo Lao, to the pigeon, the young man stood up.

"Let's go, let's eat something too, we have some work to do in the afternoon."

The young man said lightly.

Guo Lao's face became a little surprised.

Work hard?
The last time I went down the mountain to do physical work, there was no shortage of food in the camp for more than a month.

"Eh."

"It's good that the leader has connections, and it's not in vain for everyone to follow you."

Guolao rejoiced from the bottom of his heart.

Last year, when a disaster occurred, the whole village couldn't pay the taxes and fled the famine and became refugees. They walked aimlessly along the way, and I don't know how many people died.

Later, the leader in front of him appeared beside everyone with a dozen people, saying that he could give them a bite to eat.

If there is food to eat, there is no reason for these refugees not to follow.

Originally, their group was not so large, because people died along the way, so there were not more than a hundred people, but they just followed the leader and stopped all the way, up and down the mountain.

Although I seldom had a full stomach, at least I never died. As scattered refugees gathered along the way, the team became larger and larger, with as many as 2000 people.

But the amazing thing is that although there are more and more people, it seems that they are eating more and more. Everyone follows the leader and has confidence.

Until two or three months ago, the leader brought his group up to this mountain, saying that they could fill their stomachs without leaving, and then everyone stopped here, and it was two or three months in a flash. During this time, The dozen or so people around the leader started to drill the big guy.

He said that he wanted to do a major event in the future, so that he would no longer have to suffer from hunger. After following the leader for so long, everyone was used to listening to the leader. Everyone also obeyed the order.

The young leader and Guolao walked out of the tent, and also served hot soup with green water in the dining room.

Although it is not good-looking, it can also fill the stomach.

The young leader was not pretentious, and drank the hot soup in the bowl in two or three gulps.

After lunch, today's practice is over.

There wasn't enough food, and the young leader didn't dare to engage in high-intensity drills, which would kill people.

But fortunately, a letter was delivered from home today, and a boatload of food will be delivered in the afternoon, enough to feed the 2000 people for two or three months.

At that time, it is not too late to strengthen the training intensity relatively.

The role of these people is to make the Han army's rear fire, not for real fighting.

That's right, this young leader is the spy who weaves the net and is also a member of the Luocao Project.

After eating, these refugees returned to their tents to sleep in twos and threes.

Refugees are all like this, eat when they have something to eat, sleep when they have nothing to eat, and live a day is a day.

As for why they are alive, even they themselves don't know.

Fortunately, they have followed the leader, so they have a future goal.

The refugees went to rest.

But the Weaving Agents rallied together.

12 people, two teams.

They ran into each other when they were retreating after receiving the order to close the net from Weaving Nest.

After walking a few steps, they happened to meet Guolao's group of refugees, so they didn't leave at all, and stayed in Handi to start the Luocao plan.

"Your drill went well?"

Sitting on a rough stone, the young leader asked the instructor in charge of the drill.

The instructor nodded: "It's okay. I've already thought about it. It may not be useful to fight, but it is still useful to rob food."

"Enough is enough, our main task is not to fight wars, besides, there is still plenty of time, so take your time.

By the way, manpower still needs to be recruited, and a batch of grain, grass and ordnance will come home in the afternoon. I am afraid that there will be some crooked people among these refugees. "

The young leader gave a warning.

The instructor in charge of the drill showed a murderous look: "I don't think anyone dares, don't worry, there are two centurions that are completely trustworthy, plus us, if there are a few people with crooked intentions, we can't make any troubles." , directly shoot them to death!"

"It's enough for you to know what's in your mind. Collect the information and send it back to Weaving Nest. We will take people down the mountain later."

"Ah."

Around the original stone, twelve web-weaving spies began to summarize the information collected during this period, and then wrote in code words (simplified and mixed phonetic pinyin) commonly used by web-weaving spies. .

(End of this chapter)