Tian Xifa, Wang Zhongyu, and Song Fugui will go to meet the "Lu Jiajun" who is ready to go first, and will wait on the way to the way.

At the same time, Song Fusheng and Si Zhuang had also led a team of 2,000 people, and they were walking towards them.

The two parties formally met.

Xiao Quanzi hurriedly stepped forward, and immediately knelt down on one knee and hugged his fists and said, "Song Tou." ”

This kneeling means that from now on, you will obey your orders.

As long as it is Song Fusheng's order, he will obey it, and he will not and must not disobey it at all.

"Song Tou!"

"Song Tou!"

With this call, Hulala knelt on the ground one after another 450 "Lu Jiajun".

These four hundred and fifty family members who once belonged to the four young ladies of the Lu family will be tied to the fate of Song Fusheng and their group from today onwards.

Song Fusheng held up Xiao Quanzi with both hands and patted Xiao Quanzi on the shoulder.

Then he went to hold up a few people behind Xiao Quanzi and waved his hand to signal everyone to get up.

"What's it called?"

"Back to Songtou, the slave's name is Chang Da, what is this?"

Song Fusheng waved his hand to interrupt: "There are no slaves here, you are not slaves, from today on, you are my brothers." ”

Is it a brother?

Song Fusheng only met these people, and the first sentence made these "Lu Jiajun" feel a sense of belonging and warm their hearts.

The "Lu Jiajun" looked at the people around each other, looked at Song Fugui and them, and found that Song Fugui was looking back at them and laughing, and they couldn't help laughing.

Yes, Song Tou is right, we are brothers.

In the future, we will twist into a rope and clench into a fist for a common mission.

We are not capable, we are not a regular army, but we will be more united than the regular army.

In the future, we will think of each other as brothers in our hearts.

No matter how difficult and dangerous the road is, he will take the lives of his brothers as his own.

"Head, Chang Da is my brother, and my name is Chang Er." Eighteen years old, a young man who has only been married for a year, took the initiative.

"Okay, good name," Song Fusheng patted the shoulder of the person who spoke, and his eyes looked at the person who was obviously standing in the front row.

Xiao Quanzi introduced: "Head, this is the shopkeeper Xie." ”

Shopkeeper Xie hurriedly clenched his fists.

Song Fu was surprised, it seems that Shopkeeper Xie is the one who will take over the people's food delivery team in the future, that is, the successor that the eldest lady of the Lu family found for him, it can be seen that this person is no problem in terms of ability and identity.

Next, Song Fusheng didn't get to know "Lu Jiajun" again, there was time on the way to get acquainted with each other, and he was busy checking weapons.

These weapons were something that Song Fusheng did not expect.

When the weapons were distributed to Song Fusheng's own group, Song Fugui touched the shining spear like a baby, and Wang Zhongyu used the long knife to make a few gestures to kill pigs.

Tian Xifa, who has always been calm, made a gesture to draw a bow and shoot arrows.

Look at the arrows of others, it is estimated that they can snort when they shoot into the body.

He wanted to see if he could shoot the stupid roe deer with an arrow this time. The arrow that was homemade at home once made the robe drag and hurt his leg and ran away, but it didn't make him angry.

You must know that these people are the elders of the iron-headed Dalang, and they can all be excited like this, let alone Dalang and them.

Gao Tietou played with a sword, which was 100 stronger than the one he had prepared: "This is the Closed Moon Shame Light Sword that the fat girl said, right?" ”

Da Lang clumsily held his shield and laughed at him, "Then you have to match the yin and yang moves of heaven and earth." ”

It can be seen that Song Fuling's words on weekdays, these brothers all remember them.

It can deter the 2,000 people's grain transport team.

Especially Tian Xifa shot an arrow to the tree on the side of the road, Sizhuang adhered to the idea of saving as much as he could, ran to the side of the road at great speed, and pulled out the arrow after a few swishing strokes up the tree, as if he could fly, the people were stupid: what is it that you have practiced?

The people looked at the five hundred people and looked at Song Fusheng: What is this? Head, you still have a detachment? When did this happen? We didn't hear anything before we left.

The people looked down at themselves again, and most of them still had to carry their hands on their shoulders.

Look at that team again, not only are the guys complete, and no one who sees those big guys will dare to stand up, but the mule convoy is so old and long, there are hundreds.

I feel that the rectification is reversed, and the team of 2,000 people is stunned that the 500-person detachment does not look powerful.

Song Fusheng glanced at a number of mule carts, and the painting on the cart was "! The wooden box was full of mines, as well as the newly developed grenades of the girl.

The grenade can only be detonated by ignition, and the girl said that there is no way to extend the time and throw a grenade out in time, so she can only burn the line, and then throw it out when the line is ignited.

He also said, Dad, I can't wait for you to come back, and I can develop it.

So what's the use? It's okay who wants grenades.

In short, Song Fusheng stared at those dangerous goods, and he didn't dare to waste any time at this time.

"Let's go!"

Angry hair rushing to the crown for the red face, no, it is the angry hair rushing to the crown for the land side, and the vehicles listen to his order: plant the green flag.

Normal food delivery vehicle queue, planting blue flags.

This time, it's really set off, and I'm on the way in the starry night.

Of the 400 people led by Song Fusheng last time, two of them also appeared in the team of 2,000 people.

Yes, these are the only two left.

No one knows where those three hundred and ninety-eight people are at present, and no one knows if they are still in this world.

These two people were lucky enough to be in a small team, so they muttered: "It feels different from last time." ”

Seeing Song Fusheng, these two people couldn't be happier.

After breaking up with Song Fusheng, the two of them went to other teams, and compared to the cruelty of other leaders who didn't treat them as people, they missed Song Fusheng, the leader they met on the way to deliver food.

Unexpectedly, his dream came true, and he was led by Song Fusheng again, at least he didn't suffer any offense along the way.

But they didn't expect that Song Fusheng was in a hurry than any of the teams they joined, and walked all the time, all the time, all the time, and rarely shouted the order to rest, but they were tired to death.

And compared to the bowl of water last time, this time it was too eccentric, and the later team of 500 people didn't do anything, and they just stopped when they were empty.

Then they talked to their former captains, and they didn't know what they were talking about, as if they weren't nagging enough, and they didn't stop talking all the way, and they took turns talking.

The one who drove the car, this one who came to chat, bury the pot to make rice, chop wood and dig vegetables, it was all done by these people.

The leader also pretended not to see what the gang was doing and didn't stretch out his hand.

In fact, these two husbands misunderstood Song Fusheng.

Song Fusheng didn't pretend not to see it, he asked for it.

As long as Xiao Quanzi and they understand how he commands those people to divide labor and cooperate, they don't need to work and be busy with logistics now, they have to recuperate and maintain good physical strength.

In addition, let Song Fugui and Xiao Quanzi mingle with them, and along the way, they want to tell them some of the cooperation tactics he designed clearly, after all, we have not trained together, and we can only rely on "talking" at present, and have some tacit understanding as soon as possible.

In the future, fighting more with less will be a tacit war.

The evening of the first day of departure.

The people were resting, but the five hundred people were not resting, and a few of the boys from Da Lang and Gao Tietou showed their hands to Xiao Quanzi.

This hand call, in the dark of the night, can quickly bury mines by touching.

"Do you have the guts?"

"Yes!"

"Let's practice."

On the seventh day after the departure, Song Fusheng led this mighty team into the city in the evening.

This means that the people no longer have to sleep in the open air tonight, and the government will arrange a place for them to rest when they pass through the major cities at night.

Song Fusheng didn't stop, picked some of his own people, and took advantage of the fact that the sky was not completely dark, knocking on the door of the villager's house in this city, and buying all kinds of melons, fruits, pears and peaches everywhere.

Food could not be bought, but now it was the season for the melons and fruits to come down, and since they had been gone for seven days, after removing the consumption, they could pour out some empty space on their mule carts, and they had to make use of all the empty places.

Fruits, pears, and peaches, sometimes water can be used as food.

In the past, the shopkeeper Xie who followed Lu Zhirun and Xiao Quanzi who followed Lu Pan saw Song Fusheng buying a basket of fruits at a high price for them and for the young master Lu Pan.

When they went out of the city, Tian Xifa, Song Fugui, Dalang and others looked proud.

Because, listen: "My lord, you take it." After handing back the customs clearance documents with both hands, the city guard signaled the city gate to be opened, and stood upright, watching Song Fusheng, who held the eight-grade quartermaster card of the household department, leave.

This brand was licensed by Master Li, and he also said to Song Fusheng meaningfully: "Put it away, you may have to wear this official card with you in the future." ”

And Song Fusheng's escort must go through the same route as he fled from the south to the north.

Da Lang said: "Third uncle, if you take this road again, I can't tell you clearly, but I feel that I am a little different." ”

Song Fusheng: Who is not, he himself is also growing.

He couldn't tell whether he was a modern businessman Song Jianye or an ancient boy Song Fusheng.

Life is less and less like the modern self, and of course, even less like the ancient one.