After sleeping for a few hours, Zhou Qingfeng got up again, and it was still not dawn. But today is the day of the counterattack, and he must arrange all the more than 200 people under him like a grassroots company and platoon-level officer.

Of the more than 200 villagers who came out of the village, half were frail. These people can't do anything, so they can only be raised first like sick people.

According to the rules of survival in the Black Forest, the frail untouchables are not qualified to survive at all. Getting abandoned is a routine operation, and some are even killed outright. Feeding them is a waste of extremely valuable food.

"Get up, get up, get up all for me. Go find your own team leader and line up. ”

Zhou Qingfeng gritted his teeth and took precious rations to make porridge for the infirm, so as to hang their lives. As for the other half who are in slightly better shape, they are well fed and ready to work.

"First of all, I need ten people with good brains who can run errands to convey my orders and contact my subordinates and allies."

Hearing Zhou Qingfeng's shouting, the villagers of Heinuma Village came out of their camping tents one by one. After the march and mobilization, these elm heads seem to have opened up a little bit and acted a little more actively—those who are lazy will be driven away, without mercy.

Zhou Qingfeng pulled Rubio over and appointed this black-hearted profiteer who could speak well as the leader of the communications class. "Rubio, take your men and call for the leaders of the other villages and tell them to get their troops in order. After dawn, we will set off. ”

Rubio, who has two triangular eyes, is currently considered a 'general' under Uncle Zhou, so he can understand his orders, and he can make adjustments according to the actual situation and do his job well. For this flexibility, it is worth burning incense to express gratification!

Rubio trotted away, while Wilson and his craftsmen packed up the all-important trebuchet. Whether the next battle can be successful depends on whether these two war machines work properly? More than 50 people were responsible for escorting the transportation to ensure safety.

Finally, there are logistics handymen who boil water and cook, and there are dozens of people. Since there were really no reliable managers, Zhou Qingfeng could only personally direct them to work. Otherwise, the idiots in the team don't know what kind of shit will happen?

Eating and hiding is a trivial matter, and it would be fun to get food poisoning, after all, these guys don't have a good hygiene habit at all.

The chaotic and orderly work was quite amazing, even the villagers of Tielu Village were woken up, and many people came to see the excitement. The Druinal came to Zhou Qingfeng and brought him five servants by the way.

Zhou Qingfeng was standing in front of several desks, determining how much flour to take out to make bread. Different mission personnel have different ration standards and different numbers of people who eat. The number of people below is not good, and it is all up to him to control.

Although Zhou Qingfeng has been scolding his subordinates, specific problems can be quickly solved in front of him, and any mistakes can be broken by him and quickly corrected.

Nal watched for a long time before he stepped forward to say hello, "Good morning, Your Excellency Hugo." The last time you offered to help me train a few servants, I just sent them over, and I would like to thank you again by the way. ”

It's going to be a war, and it's not okay to go hungry. Zhou Qingfeng's logistics team not only has to provide three meals for his family, but he also takes part of the food supply for other teams. Baking bread is also a craft, and many people don't know how to bake bread at all.

A few servants behind Nal were in a daze, and they listened to Uncle Zhou yelling at the handymen like a cook to do menial work—especially when he repeatedly insisted that everyone must wash their hands and ensure hygiene, which was hard to accept.

There was a plate of bread just out of the oven, and it was hot and fragrant.

Zhou Qingfeng took one casually and handed it to Naer, "Taste it, in the past few days of fighting, our staple food is bread and jerky, plus enough hot water." I'm going to make sure everyone has enough to eat and fight. ”

While Na Erpin was trying to eat, Zhou Qingfeng's gaze swept over the servant who was sent, and asked in a deep voice, "Are there any literate people?" ”

The five heads shook together.

"Counting?"

Only one head nodded, and the other four shook their heads.

Zhou Qingfeng asked the nodding head, "What is four times four?" ”

The nodding head froze, then put ten fingers up and tried to calculate.

"Stop." Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand, "I know your level." Do you see the cauldron on the other side that is boiling hot water? First, go to the hot water group to wash your hands and face. I want you to be clean and have a face that I can recognize.

Join the distribution group, Rubio will be your head. That black-hearted profiteer is not very good, but he has good abilities, and I hope you can learn something during your internship. ”

In a few words, the five intern servants were dismissed, and Zhou Qingfeng looked back at Naer.

The female druid had already eaten most of the bread, and nodded seriously: "If we can ensure that we can eat this kind of bread and sufficient hot water for every meal, I think we will win the next battle." All will follow in your footsteps and never back down. ”

Hahaha...... Zhou Qingfeng only regarded it as a compliment.

Knar said very seriously: "We sent people to the White Crow Village to investigate, and it is said that the old Xiusi and his gang have no way to guarantee hot food outside the village walls, not to mention hot food.

A large number of goblin soldiers are sent to the front every day, but they flee every day because of hunger. Even the traitors in the Grey Village couldn't stand it and complained that the supply of this battle was a complete disaster.

It's not that there are no supplies, they are all hoarded in the stucco village. But just a few kilometers away, things just can't be transported. I'm guessing Bane isn't even half as good as you. ”

As she spoke, she solemnly put the remaining half of the bread into her backpack, took out the kettle and ran to the cauldron of the hot water group to fill a pot of boiling water, and carried it behind her waist. "If you don't have to worry about eating and drinking, victory will be really easy."

The female druid gently patted Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder this time and left with a smile. For the next battle, her confidence has become stronger than Zhou Qingfeng. But Uncle Zhou himself was stunned for a long time - isn't it a routine operation to eat and drink enough?

After breakfast, Zhou Qingfeng asked the team to set off immediately. Fei Zhe and other village leaders also gathered their respective subordinates, and two or three hundred people left the Iron Furnace Village and slowly advanced towards the first target, the Violent Rat Village, a few kilometers away.

Before leaving, each of the combatants received a day's worth of bread from Zhou Qingfeng's logistics team and filled a pot of hot water. It was such a simple thing, and it caused a wave of high morale.

Fei Zhe and the others tossed all night last night, and they didn't sleep at all with excitement. Everyone slipped in and out of the elven mine, all kinds of thoughts. Some people even want to make a fortune by not leaving, and divide the mine into a penny.

Fortunately, this kind of idiotic thinking has not become the mainstream, but Zhou Qingfeng is deeply vigilant - he really can't have too high expectations for these Black Forest buns. Their lower limit is always beyond the imagination of normal people.

And when they found that their 'alliance leader' had arranged their food and drink in an orderly manner without making a sound, the leaders of each family were happy and thoughtful - in the past, they never considered this when they engaged in internal fighting, and the logistics were all provided by themselves. When you're done eating, go home.

Zhou Qingfeng mounted his bantam horse and embarked on a journey to the battlefield with two trebuchets and craftsmen. At the same time, the sentry of the Tyrant Village was fleeing into their village, shouting in panic, 'Coming, coming, those troublemakers are coming.' ’