José frowned, looking at Gould a little strangely, but the fat man smiled faintly, his eyes turned to the side, and glanced at the crowd of homeless people. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

José followed Gould's gaze, and saw that many of the children who had just been distributed dry bread had just returned to the crowd, and several adults surrounded them, as if they had said something, and then snatched the dry food from the children's hands and put it into their mouths.

After one of the children was robbed, an old man next to him stepped forward and seemed to try to get the bread back. Instead, he was pushed aside by the men who grabbed the bread, and after being punched a few times in the chaos, he sat on the ground and gasped weakly, and the children on the side were suddenly frightened and cried and hid behind the beaten old man.

Joseph's face suddenly became a little ugly:

The adults who snatched the children's bread were not the child's parents or other relatives at first glance, but other homeless people who were traveling with them, while those who tried to fight for the bread but were pushed down and beaten were probably the child's parents and relatives.

Gould sighed on the side, and said in a somewhat complicated tone:

"Actually, you don't have to be so angry, after all, these homeless people are also human beings, and they are all selfish. Along the way, there have been many people who have fought for a bite to eat and drink, and even lost their lives...... This kind of thing, after watching too much, you will get used to it.

Blame the damn war, damn it!"

Although the fat man said this, he was also a little uncomfortable in his heart. Zongma walked directly to the old man sitting on the ground, untied a cloth bag from his waist, and threw a piece of bread over.

The old man on the ground looked a little hollow, but when he saw the dough, he immediately glanced at Gould uneasily, and then carefully picked up the dough, ignoring the dust on it, and took a hard bite. Then, as if remembering something, he shoved the dough that he had only taken a bite into the mouth of the child next to him. Watching the child swallow the bread in a big gulp, the old man got up, and his eyes regained some light, and he stared at Gould with some gratitude:

"Thank you, noble knight, my little grandson hasn't eaten for two days, thank you......"

"You haven't eaten in a few days...... Don't thank me, if you want to thank me, thank the adults next to me!"

Gould glanced back at José, grinned, and threw another piece of bread over.

The old man on the ground was naturally grateful to Dade, and hurriedly nodded his head at Joseph in thanks. After watching his little grandson eat his fill, he took a piece of bread himself, just ate a few bites, swallowed his saliva again, and took the half of the bread into his arms.

When the fat man saw this scene, he could only sigh secretly, and then deliberately shouted with a straight face:

"Eat it, I can give it to you again after eating, but I can't take it back!"

The old man was a little surprised, but seeing that the Gould man was tall and big, and he looked like a tiger with a bear's waist, he could only hesitate to take out the bread and eat it.

When Gould saw that he had finished eating, he threw another piece of bread in his hand. It was only after the third piece of bread was eaten that the old man seemed to be full. The fat man thought about it, but threw another piece of bread over, and then walked back on his horse.

"A full meal is enough for him and the child to support him and his children for three or five days. Only in this way can we ensure that the old man can eat the food with confidence. ”

Gould then explained.

"If you do something like you just now, it is naturally easy to be coaxed by other homeless people...... In fact, if it weren't for the fact that there were a dozen of us, all of them wearing armor and carrying swords. I'm afraid these people will still attack our idea, after all, we are still too conspicuous in these outcasts. ”

When Gould said this, his eyes glared coldly at those homeless people, and several homeless people with a somewhat sneaky demeanor suddenly withdrew their gaze with some fear.

Jose glanced at the fat man with some surprise, then smiled slightly, and when he looked at these homeless people again, there was a bit more complicated taste in his eyes:

"I'm afraid there are not a few such displaced people in the northwest, right? Why don't you organize these people, if you carefully select a group of young and strong refugees to form an army, you can prevent the displaced people from scattering, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"

"It's not that simple. ”

Gould shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Although there are many displaced people in the northwest, almost all of them are ordinary peasants who have not received any military training at all. Even if a peasant army is pulled up, it will be difficult to form any combat effectiveness without more than half a year of training.

But we are now faced with a situation in which the Macedonians will withdraw from the front at any time, and we must seize the time to gather the rebel army. Because even an ordinary garrison, or even a scattered horse thief, is much more effective than a peasantry. Instead of recruiting homeless people, it is better to gather some rebellious army and horse thieves.

All in all, these displaced people are a good source of soldiers, but unfortunately, the reality is that we don't have enough time and energy to wait for them to be effective. ”

Listening to this rough fat man talking eloquently, this made Jose a little surprised: I didn't expect this seemingly vulgar guy to have a bit of vision in military affairs!

Seeing Joseph's expression, Gould could naturally guess what he was thinking, and couldn't help but continue with some pride:

"Of course, I'm also helpless about this. If time and supplies are guaranteed, give me a year, nay, even half a year! I am confident that I can train these fellows to be no less than ordinary soldiers.

With hundreds of thousands of people in the valley corridor, I can at least raise an army of tens of thousands! Damn, what are the Macedonians still afraid of at that time?!

Pity...... Such an approach was too risky and would consume a lot of military supplies, so Alok did not approve of it. ”

Seeing Gould's helpless look, Joseph couldn't help but smile and said:

"I think your idea is risky, but it's also very much in line with your temperament. Well, that Alok should have been a steady and thoughtful general, and judging from the current situation, his considerations were indeed more practical and appropriate.

But, you bold and reckless guy, it's very much to my liking, if one day in the future, you can't get along in the army, you can come and follow me, haha......"

............

The group walked outside the gate for three whole days, and on the third day, at dusk, led by Gould, they crossed a hill and saw a town built on a hill in the distance.

From a distance, this town is not small, and when Qiao Se and the others got closer, they felt that this town was bigger than all the small towns they had seen along the way.

"Boulder Town", this somewhat rough and straightforward name is the name of this town.

The town takes its name from a nearby boulder that is abundant. This boulder is hard and is often used to build houses and walls, and the outer walls of Boulder Town are made of this stone.

According to Gould, the walls of this megalithic town, both in terms of wall thickness and height, were built according to the level of a military fortress. The four corners of the walls were also set up with angular towers, which could be transformed into a military stronghold in the event of war.

In addition, this town was originally built according to the mountain, and the water source in the city is both mountain water and underground rivers, as long as there is enough food, although it is not impregnable, but it is enough for several times the enemy army to gnaw for a while.

When Joseph took advantage of the afterglow of dusk to look at the city wall, he found that there were many deep and shallow marks on the wall.

It was clear that these marks were left behind by swords and violent impacts...... Traces of War! )