Villager of Daming

Chapter 1239 I Really Want to Stay

"Actually, I like rainy days, especially when there are thunderstorms. If there is a thunderstorm at the Tianshan Temple... uh... we will have meat to eat."

The head of the village listened to the sound of rain outside and watched Hanhan flipping the sticks, looking very relaxed.

He is now free to grill meat, but he still loves to eat meat, unlike before when the whole village was short of meat.

He recalled that night. The people guarding the village changed from that day. Everyone had some doubts in their minds, but Hanhan was able to tell them what happened in the past, and that was enough.

The key is that only Hanhan dares to switch back and forth between the ancestral hall and the mountain temple every night. Both places are scary.

"Right now, we are not pursuing eating meat ourselves, but to let more people eat meat. As human beings, our heritage has continued for so many years, and we have defeated many animals in the world. Isn't it for the purpose of eating meat?

We stand at the top of the food chain, fighting against nature, against wild beasts, and against ourselves. Only through struggle can we promote social development.

We are fighting with Naha now. Oh my! I suddenly realized that he arrested so many people, and those arrested have families.

The more I think about it, the sadder I get. Let's just give him some people!
Let those who are not seriously ill go, and let them go. We will not shoot them. We will stay and take care of those who need to change their medicines."

Zhu Wentian first said some cruel words about the law of the jungle, but then he showed kindness and wanted to release the people.

"Release them? They are all good laborers!" The head of the village took the skewers of meat.

"But now they can't work and they still have to eat our food. The food we seized is also very precious." Zhu Wentian shook his head.

"Ah? Silly, are you planning to give the captives to Nahachu to be raised? Will they still be able to eat?"

The village head suddenly realized that there were more than 15,000 prisoners released on the battlefield, including those released before and this time.

Nahachu lost a lot of baggage while running, and then there were people without weapons...

"What does it have to do with us whether they eat or not? We are not their parents. It's settled. After the rain stops, we will rush to the place and he'd better not run away."

Zhu Wentian decided to keep an eye on the telegrams. He had his own people over there, and their number was increasing. They would take a detour and go upstream and downstream.

The people who went over later were mainly guards carrying assault rifles, so that they could stop Nahachu at the critical moment or let him go depending on the situation.

The head of the village nodded slightly: "That fried noodles is really unpalatable. How can they make something that is obviously delicious taste unpalatable?"

"Maybe they think that one tastes better, who knows! Some people like sweet food, some people like salty food, it's different." Zhu Wentian shook his head.

"Who doesn't like sweet food? Everyone will like candy if you give it to them." The head of the village believes that everyone can accept sweet food.

"The sweetness of candies and food... I think they will like it if they know sugar is added."

Zhu Wentian found that when he was lacking sugar, he could tolerate sweet meals.

He handed the head of the village another string of pork tendons and said, "In fact, the problem of fried noodles with animal oil is easy to solve. The smell of animal oil mainly occurs during the process of boiling the animal oil. We have so many methods, we can just use any one of them.

If it was just animal oil, we could still process it further. But they fried it into noodles, and it would be very troublesome to process it again, and the cost is not worth it.

It would be better if the rain was heavier, so that the river would be wider and the water flow faster, and Nahachu would not run away immediately. "

"Crackling..." As soon as Zhu Wentian finished speaking, the sound of raindrops on the top of the tent suddenly became dense and loud.

Li Chang: "..."

Zhu Wentian: "..."

"Give me a warehouse of medicines, another warehouse of modern weapons, and another aircraft carrier. No, I don't want an aircraft carrier, I want a warehouse of diesel engines."

Zhu Wentian muttered softly, "Bring it to me quickly, I need it."

…The heavy rain continued until the morning, and the rain clouds in the sky finally dropped most of the water they brought this time, and the rain gradually decreased to drizzle.

The team continued to move forward, and the road became increasingly muddy. Fortunately, everyone was not used to the convenience of asphalt roads and thought that this was normal.

By evening, the large group finally arrived at the river. The river was already more than seventy feet wide, and much of the grass and trees that had been growing on the riverside were washed downstream by the water.

Some of Nahachu's men were still guarding the shore, and some were cleaning up the messy things hanging on the rope.

"Did they use all the ropes? It won't stretch straight! The rope is being washed in the water, which means it's not strong enough."

The fifth brother Zhu Su saw the other side struggling to clean the things on the rope and felt worried for the enemy.

The river is two hundred meters wide, so a lot of force is needed to tighten the rope.

Nahachu obviously didn't have such a good rope, it was just a hemp rope with both ends a little higher and the middle part exposed in the water. Fortunately, people could grab it and swim over there.

"How much of our ship has been lowered down?" Xu Da ignored King Wu's words and asked Wang Yiqian, who was responsible for this matter.

"Thirty-two ships. The other eight had some problems and are being repaired."

Wang Yiqian gave the data, a total of forty disassembled ships, which will be reassembled here.

It was raining and the craftsmen were working very hard, assembling the parts in the shed. The ground was bad so they had to use boards, and there was a lot of oil stains.

If some of the parts are not taken apart, they can remain in that position. After disassembly and reassembly, the worn parts can be replaced and they will not get stuck.

The craftsmen had to make adjustments, temporarily grinding the new parts and then putting them in place.

"Very good!" Xu Da praised. Since he couldn't do it, he would be satisfied if others could do it well.

He knew that it was useless to urge him because the craftsman was more anxious than him. That was the craftsman's task and the craftsman also had professional qualities and a sense of honor.

"They are all placed upstream. If they run upstream, it will consume a lot of fuel. So they are placed upstream and tied with ropes. When needed, they can be untied and come down.

In fact, ten boats would be enough to stop them from crossing the river. The river is wide and the current is fast. If the rope is broken, they will need very good swimming skills to swim across.

They are not from Jiangnan, and here only people who live by the river can learn to swim.

We can defeat them in a naval battle, but only some of them are strong enough."

Wang Yiqian used a telescope to look at the enemy positions. There were positions on both the shore and this shore.

"That's right!" Xu Da nodded, and then looked at the head of the village: "It's almost done, should we release the people?"

"Let him go!" the headman nodded.

"Release him!" Xu Da ordered.

Fifteen thousand, a round number. Each person held a leather bag in his arms, which contained enough fried noodles for them to eat for five days.

They were released, without weapons and in normal clothing, and told to go to their own military camp on this side of the river.

The wounded who needed care were not released and stayed behind, and some normal prisoners were also left behind to help with care and carrying.

Those wounded would surely die if they were sent back. Zhu Wentian didn't want to do anything about it and wanted to leave a way out. However, the line left behind was actually a pit. It depended on how Nahachu would fill it.

There was no joy on the faces of the fifteen thousand people. They moved in small steps in the drizzle, looking back from time to time, with an expression that said, "Actually, I don't want to leave. Actually, I want to stay."

(End of this chapter)