That night, in the small shacks, the new refugees tossed and turned, and almost no one slept.

Compared to last night, when I spent the night in a burned outpost, the environment here must be much better. There is no need to worry about the sudden arrival of Tartars, and there is no biting cold wind. Although the smell in the half-buried shack is not good, it doesn't matter if you get used to it. The thick straw was covered with felt, and a thick blanket was placed over the body—the old shabby hut in my house was not necessarily as comfortable as this.

But this made those refugees quite uncomfortable, and I have to say that this person is sometimes cheap. These fugitives were used to living a hard life, but happiness came too suddenly, but it was difficult for them to accept. During the day, I didn't dare to talk nonsense, and I didn't have time to think about it, but at this time, in the dead of night, when I lay down, many people began to mumble and mumble, thinking secretly in their hearts......

Is there a trap hidden in this? Is this Joan navy, who is strangely dressed, has a strange hairstyle, and behaves even more strangely, really so kind? It doesn't count giving them white rice and white noodles for these strangers who escaped, but they also give them felt blankets, is it true that their food and cloth are so abundant?

Or...... What is the ulterior motive of shorthair? For example, tricking people into going to Nanyang to sell coolies and so on? But even if it's selling coolies, it's better than being slaughtered by Tartars here at any time, right? At least the Shorthairs had gone to such great lengths to arrange for them to have food, shelter and bedding, and they certainly did not want them to die, and as long as they could survive, they had already achieved their original purpose of escaping from the Tartars with all their great pains - wasn't it just to survive.

As long as they survive, there is hope, and most of the new refugees think so, and they all go to sleep with good hopes. But there are always exceptions, such as two people hiding in a shack......

Because there were only two people, there was not much straw to be handed down, only enough to lay a floor on the ground, which was not a problem in the consideration of the managers at all - would it be warmer to squeeze each other?

But at the moment. There was only one man lying on the straw bunk, a young man, and another old man with gray hair and a face full of vicissitudes huddled in a corner, with only an old garment draped over his body, and the felt and blankets that had been taken over by the young man, even though they were all uncles and nephews when they mingled with the refugees and after entering the camp.

However, the old man obviously did not have the consciousness of being an "elder" at all, and said to the young man in a humble tone:

"Master, we have finally escaped to the realm of shorthair, shall we go to their official mansion tomorrow?"

"Don't worry, now that you've settled down, this group of shorthairs is so generous. Then it's not bad to eat them for a few days first...... Hmph, it's really pure white rice porridge, not even a little miscellaneous grain, the rice grain is not moldy, and the short hair is really richer than the legend. ”

The young "master" had a shrewd look in his eyes, and he sneered:

"Li Yongfang hasn't been lazy these days, and has sent a lot of people in, and there are only two of them that I recognize today, and I estimate that they must have made moves recently. Wait until they are in trouble. Regardless of success or not, shorthair will inevitably be greatly shaken, and when the time comes, we will be taken seriously. ”

"The master is really clever, and he deserves to be the most outstanding talent of our Wusu clan."

The old man's face was full of reverence. But the young man sneered:

"Okay, old man, it's all here, and you don't have to slap your feet all day. In the future, in the short-haired realm of people, the rules of the master and the slave do not know how to change. ”

As he spoke, the young man turned his head away. After a few deep glances at the old man, but there was no clue on the other party's always humble face, the young man sighed and said in a more sincere tone:

"Anyway, you are also my grandfather, who grew up watching me. If I die, I'm afraid that no one wants you, an old man, even if you are sold to someone else's house, then you will really become an old slave. The next time the Great Khan sends another army, there is a good chance that you will go and fill the trench...... I'll take you to escape, and I'm worthy of Mama. ”

The half-truths and half-truths made the old man's eyes immediately red, and he was about to shed tears with tears, and at this time the young man patted his side again:

"Come on, squeeze it first, it's still quite cold this night, and it's even more troublesome to get sick from the cold."

"Yes, yes, thank you, master!"

The old man crawled over gratefully, and of course did not dare to follow his master, but only took a place at his feet, and most of his body was still outside the bunk, but this was already very satisfying to him, like a loyal dog sleeping at his master's feet, and soon made a heavy sound.

And the young man continued to look at him with a rather complicated eye for a long time - there is also a benefit to being a slave, that is, there is no need to think too much, anyway, including his life and death, everything is decided by the master. But as a master, there are too many things to consider...... Thoughts swirled through his mind, and the young man eventually fell asleep.

This young man's judgment ability is not bad, and only a day later, the spies who infiltrated Lushunkou through various means by Li Yongfang, the famous spy master of the Later Jin Dynasty and the grandson of Li Chengliang, the former general soldier of Liaodong, began to do it. No, early in the morning, Pang Yu and Xie Xi stood outside the Nancheng camp, looking at the port area where black smoke was still emitting, and their faces were not very good-looking......

- Hou Jin is really good at using it, although Pang Yu has long thought that there must be spies mixed with Hou Jin among those refugees, he still underestimates the scale and determination of the other party's actions. The men acted decisively and with a clear objective: first, a group of men set fire to the camp in the middle of the night in an attempt to stir up all the refugees and create chaos, while another group of people took advantage of the chaos to set fire to all parts of the camp, especially on the side of the warehouse area, in an attempt to destroy the supplies of the Joan navy.

Of course, the Jan navy was also prepared for this, and the camp was divided into several small camps, separated by fence walls and fire escapes, just to prevent spies from causing trouble. Even the refugees themselves have been repeatedly told: there must be Tartar spies among so many fugitives, and everyone should be more careful, don't be alone, don't go to remote places, and don't listen to rumors. At night, if you encounter a camp roar, fire, etc., you can leave the shack and take refuge in an open area - each camp has a special open area. It is used as a place for drying and activities, and can be used for the assembly of people when necessary - but it is absolutely forbidden to shout, run and run, and especially not to leave the camp - anyone who dares to run beyond the fence will be treated as a spy and killed.

Under these strict rules, most of the refugees remained calm, and the spies made a lot of noise at one point, but in the end there were not many areas that could be destroyed. They focused on attacking the material warehouse, because it was also a key defensive target. The Houjin spies left dozens of corpses in vain, but they failed to achieve any effect, and they failed to light even a small fire.

However, they made some success after this night-the floating barrel trestle deep into the sea on the other side of the pier was burned, after all, the trestle was completely made of planks and empty barrels, and a lot of hay was laid on it to prevent slipping, and the front section was lit, and no one behind could go up, so naturally there was no way to save it.

Of course, this was not a big problem for the Qiong Navy, and under the personal leadership of Pang Yu, the engineers repaired the trestle in only half a day, which was originally burned down several sections. There are a lot of spare materials such as empty barrels and wooden planks in the warehouse, so you can just replace them.

However, the Houjin side seemed to have found a breakthrough in this way, and the trestle had just been repaired, but it was burned down again that night - this time it was not a riot in the refugee camp. Instead, Houjin sent a small force, which quietly rowed from the sea in the middle of the night, using grease and gunpowder, so this time the burn was very thorough. After a night of fire, the entire pier was completely reduced to ashes.

At this moment, even Pang Yu is helpless - there is a shortage of spare materials and cannot be repaired in the short term. It wasn't a big deal. It's just that the liner sent from the rear is more difficult to dock, anyway, they haven't had any bulk material transportation recently, and they can still row a small boat to transport it if it's really urgent.

The Qiong Navy didn't pay much attention to it, but in the eyes of the locals, it seemed to have become a great event, and soon rumors spread secretly that the destruction of the dock had caused Qiongzhen to have no backup, and they were about to be abandoned!

Such words that shake the morale of the military have no market here in the Qiong Navy, and it is impossible for the dismissal to allow anyone to spread such arguments. However, in the Dongjiang army on the Huanglong side, it became more and more intense, and it was obvious that someone was secretly fueling the trouble, and the weakness of the Huanglong's incompetence in governing the army was fully exposed, and it was actually unable to control public opinion in the army, and even began to affect this side.

And the dismissal was also enraged because of this.

"A makeshift trestle is being advertised as our only way out? Good! Then I'll let you see how wide the 'retreat' of our Qiong Navy is! ”

"Send a telegram to Weihai, and ask Nanhai and Chen Jun to borrow the materials of the Northern Fleet first, and make a batch for us to send over!"

-- This kind of temporary trestle needs nothing more than empty barrels and planks, and the stock is limited here in Lushun, but Weihaiwei Port is the home port of the Northern Fleet or the Beiyang Fleet after the separation of the main force of the navy in the future. Although it is still managed by the 3rd Regiment, the navy has also begun to hoard supplies there, weapons and ammunition are not stored for the time being, all kinds of wood spare parts are piled up, and engineers and technicians are far more abundant than Arthur. With the dismissal order, Wu Nanhai and Chen Jun, who had withdrawn in advance, immediately took action, and built a large number of finished products in a very short period of time and transported them by ships.

So, on the afternoon of the third day after the old trestle bridge was completely burned down, everyone on the side of Lushunkou, including the refugees, the Dongjiang Army, and the Houjin spies who were secretly hidden, all looked at the port in amazement - the huge supply fleet of the Qiong Navy reappeared, although it was not like the last time, there were several huge ships like mountains in it, but it was enough to completely bankrupt the so-called "abandoned by the rear".

In addition to sending a batch of food and supplies again, they mainly hauled a large number of finished trestles over, and after some rapid assembly, not only did the original trestle completely restore, but also added a few more - now the floating bucket trestle from the port wharf to the ice-free area of the sea is no longer alone, but a whole five! And each one is wider and stronger than the original, lining up to fill the sea in the harbor area, as if to provoke the would-be saboteurs with a nouveau riche air peculiar to shorthair:

"Welcome to it!"

…………

"Exchange wooden planks for human lives, I want to see how many more people you Huang Taiji can send to die!"

Xie Xi was also ruthless - Houjin's spy war brought a lot of trouble to this side, but the price they paid was definitely not small: none of the ship's night raiders returned alive, including those spies the night before. Anyway, those who dare to come and attack the Joan naval camp, regardless of the results of the battle, must first be prepared to die.

This kind of dead man who is not afraid of sacrifice is a scarce resource in any armed group, and he does not believe that there are so many heroes who are not afraid of death in Houjin. The fact was as he expected - after the five trestle bridges were repaired, the Houjin side really lost interest in them, and later sent death squads to sabotage them, but they didn't bother to fight the idea of the trestle bridges.

And this performance of the Qiong Navy to show its material reserves and engineering and technical capabilities also played an additional role - the young "master" young man finally stopped hesitating and did not delay without any delay, and took the initiative to go to the management personnel to surrender overnight.

His old minion didn't quite understand this:

"Master, why are you in such a hurry? Didn't you say wait and see for a while? ”

"There's no need, if you provoke this kind of opponent, Daikin will definitely not be able to win. If you take the initiative to defect, you can still have a mixed background, but if you are found out, you will be unlucky. ”

-- The young man has been in the camp these days, and he has received a lot of education from the administrators. Although due to his background and mentality, he is not interested in education such as "confession and leniency", but he is still a little afraid of the words "resistance and strictness".

Since the refugee camp has been subjected to a sneak attack, he is naturally strictly investigating the spies in the past few days, although he has been lucky enough to avoid the previous rounds of investigations, but he does not know if there will be such good luck in the future. After all, as a Manchurian, he could not behave exactly like those who escaped, and sooner or later he would show his feet.

What's more, there is this old minion by his side - even if the other party has always behaved very deferentially, but after staying here for a long time, no one knows what changes will be made in his psychology.

-- Isn't it because of this vigilance that he was able to escape in time? (To be continued.) )