Lao Luo, who heard the movement, naturally didn't pay attention to a few dilapidated houses anymore, although this place was a little strange. When he turned around and went out to check, Lao Luo found that there were indeed people in this kind of ghost place, and there was more than one.

It's just that the warriors present can be said to be elite, either good at scimitars, good at bow hunters, and good at running fast...... It's still easy to catch a few suspicious guys.

It's just that the guy who was caught was a little strange, with a big head and a small body, and a short height, and he ran very fast, dwarf? Dwarf? For a moment, Lao Luo thought a little too much, and it wasn't until the soldiers brought the six captured people to him and examined them carefully that he realized that these were obviously just children.

The six are all children, or street children, and they can't distinguish between men and women from their faces, they are all thin and thin, their cheeks are fleshless, their hair is messy and dirty, and they can't even look colored, and they are wearing clothes that should be made of adult robes, perhaps because no one takes care of them, and many of the worn places are not sewn at all, but they are strung with tiny vines, and the shoes on their feet seem to be made of tree bark, which can barely prevent the soles of the feet from being injured by stone and wood thorns......

"Han Chinese? Turks? Lao Luo asked as he walked closer. It is a hassle to communicate with such children, who are very guarded, and even when they are caught by the fighters, they are constantly struggling and trying to bite people with their mouths.

It's a pity that Lao Luo's tall stature frightened these children, and the two who were still a little calm began to panic.

"Munich, you ask! Find out who they are and where they come from! Helplessly spreading his hands, Lao Luo had no choice but to call someone who was familiar with this place to ask.

There are no people in the pro-soldier team and the scout camp who are less than 1.75 meters tall, although they are different in size, they are all strong men, even if they are thin guys, they are the kind of flesh hidden in the bones.

Maybe it's because Munic's short guy is more amiable, or maybe it's because this cunning guy with a smile on his face is not a threat and quickly solves the problem of communication.

The six children were all from the surrounding tribes, but they were not part of the tribe, except for the children of an ordinary herdsman, the others were escaped slaves, and their parents died for various reasons, either because of vendettas, or because of the abuse of the master's family. Originally, there were more than six of these children, but because they didn't have enough food, they were also attacked by wild animals, and they attacked each other, so it was a blessing to be alive.

"Lord, these children can't be put in the boy boy camp, at least not ...... for now," Olki whispered as he walked over to Lao Luo.

"Why?" Lao Luo was a little strange that Alki rarely took the initiative to interfere with his opinion.

"Lord, look......" As he spoke, Olki unfolded a rag package he was carrying. The parcel was spread out on the ground, and there were scattered things, such as clusters of arrows with iron rods, rusty pieces of iron, half-truncated knives, spearheads with short wooden handles......

"These things have been found from a few children, Lord you look at this ......" Olki picked up a piece of iron, he couldn't tell what it was on, maybe it was a tattered shield, maybe it was an accessory on the cart, but this thing was ground out of a sharp spike, and behind it was a place that was wrapped in rags to resist slipping, and the rust on it was a blue-black mark, apparently the remnants of blood.

"It seems that our warriors have captured a few wolf cubs, what is your opinion?" Lao Luo confirmed Olki's suggestion, the children in the boy camp may have fought with each other, but they are by no means so fierce, and the children who have seen blood and those who have not seen blood must not be mixed together.

As for what the children have done, even if they have eaten human flesh, Lao Luo has no heart to investigate, and has no independent ability to survive, in such a barren and dangerous place, any extreme behavior is not suitable to be revealed.

"Put them in the scout camp, there aren't many tasks in winter, at least those warriors who are hunters will have no problem taming these little wolves."

"How old are they?"

"The youngest is eleven years old, and the oldest is fourteen."

"Well, do as you say, wait for the people from the main camp to come over, change them into new clothes and food, call someone to take them in charge, observe the character of these children, and handle everything according to the rules of the newly accepted warriors. Oh yes, don't give them weapons just yet. Lao Luo casually arranged.

The so-called rules for newly accepted soldiers are a set of processes including personal hygiene and cleaning, distribution of personal supplies, and psychological inspections, which last for more than a month, and have become the norm for accepting new recruits since the first arrival of Sylvan to establish a new barracks. It is also very similar to the boot camp training in later generations, with such a process, no matter how stubborn the guy is, he will be broken and melted in.

This is just a small episode.

Trivial things are naturally handled by someone, and the things that Lao Luo needs to control and conceive in advance are troublesome things.

A total of nearly 80,000 troops can barely be placed in a small city, but stationing in a lonely city is the biggest defensive failure, not to mention one of the most troublesome things that must be seriously raised. Tens of thousands of horses and thousands of camels, plus some cattle and sheep and other livestock need to be taken care of more than people.

Not to mention how much space is needed to care for such a large number of livestock, and how much food these animals need every day, winter prevention alone is the most important thing to pay attention to - the plague is a thing that is more difficult to control in this era than in later generations.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Lao Luo to ponder alone, and the main battalion had already arrived.

Tens of thousands of people, horses, camel caravans, vans, and floating carts filled the periphery of the deserted town of Kuzak. Of course, the location of the camp could not be directly chosen in the abandoned town, but placed one kilometer northeast of the town, and only two kilometers to the east of this location was a large freshwater lake with an area of ten square kilometers that could be walked by boat.

The camp was still set up according to the usual practice, and tens of thousands of people were busy together, but fortunately, there was a lot of strength and there was no need to worry about time. After thousands of kilometers and three busy months, this kind of work has become a completely skilled craft, and except for a few ignorant guys and a few new entrants in Bukhara, basically everyone knows what to do.

No one will be lazy, not only because of discipline, but also because of the mentality of honor and disgrace, laziness is the most rejected behavior. This is also what Lao Luo wants to see - going all the way east is not just to rush, but to run in the team in order to unite people's hearts, which is the most realistic goal.

Lao Luo's military tent was the first to be set up, and seeing that the busy people on the left and right were in order, he went directly into the tent with a little relief, stuffed himself, and did not allow anyone to disturb him.

He needed to make an overall layout and plan for the winter camp according to the existing situation, such a macro plan was not something that could be completed by the current camp, even if he had the title of "Ibn". Without him, in terms of vision, experience and knowledge, Lao Luo is the outlier and demon of this era.

Although in later generations, Lao Luo was just a hawkish officer who looked outstanding.

In the evening, a large camp was erected.

There are still visiting balloons floating in the air, the trenches surround half of the hills, the middle dots are neatly distributed tents, each tent has a water guide trough, every four tents are a team, in the middle is a place for camping and barbecue meals, and in the middle of every two groups of tents there is a place for the reincarnation of grains, the function is needless to say, it is also covered by a perforated tent, and then there will be a special person responsible for cleaning it every day - this work is often done by the errant guy or slave......

The exclusive camp is surrounded by special wells and stinging horse piles, which are either women's camps, or boy boy camps, as well as the families of the soldiers of each battalion, and the different classes of civilians will also be classified, the reason for this division is purely for the convenience of management, although there may be small groups, but a unified order and discipline ensures the contrast between the branch camps, thus entering a virtuous circle.

Sergeants of different functions were stationed at various points of the camp, sword and shield men, crossbowmen, stone throwers, cavalry......

The scout battalion and the cavalry school were not normally grouped together with the main battalion, but were distributed on the periphery, and formed horns with the main battalion - safety was always the first factor at all times, and no one dared to be negligent in this regard, although there was no human population within a few dozen miles of the surrounding area.

Tens of thousands of horses and camel caravans are not set up in one place, but different fences are set up in the downwind direction, each fence can probably accommodate more than 1,000 livestock, and outside the fence is a "fort" surrounded by a partial van, the function of the fort naturally does not need to be explained, and the soldiers inside are all played by the people of the garrison camp......

By the way, the merchant procession, which always followed behind the group, was less than 2,000 people and stayed in Samarkand, at least for now, Lao Luo would not allow the outsiders of the brigade to infiltrate his main camp. Along with the caravan infiltrating Samarkand, there were also Helton and more than 100 scouts of the fake caravan he led, and this arrangement was naturally Lao Luo's handiwork, although the combat strength of the Qarakhanid Kingdom was not very good in Lao Luo's eyes.

A professional soldier like Luo Kaixian is not a civilian without a sense of crisis, and he will not think of counterattacking when he is attacked by the enemy. Presetting goals, discovering goals, and solving goals are his professional duties. In fact, this is also the fundamental difference between fighters and civilians, and the biggest difference is that civilians will gradually become passive in the attack of hostile forces, while warriors will take the lead in the first place.

Hollywood's scenes where civilians are more brave than soldiers can only be commercial hype and humanistic deception, and the protagonist template is definitely not a reality, even if it is a historical reality.

There is a difference between self-confidence and conceit, but the difference between one word is equal to 50 percent.