North of the North Mountain Fort, on the mountain road.

From time to time, there are homeless people who drag their families with their mouths, take soft packages, and go south. Their faces were covered with trepidation, as if something was chasing them after them.

In a wide place in the mountain road, Liu Quan, a militiaman from Beishan Fort, led dozens of militiamen and escorted several carts full of large buckets to deal with these displaced people.

"Folks. We are Wu Nian of Beishan Fort, the soldiers of Wu Baihu. It was Wu Baihu who beheaded Zhu Changtian, the commander of Mengyuan. He asked us to guard this place and bring water to the villagers to quench their thirst. ”

Liu Quan is short in stature, but his voice is loud and stout, and he can speak well.

Now it hasn't been long since Wu Nianjin beheaded Zhu Changtian. The news has not completely passed, and the people of Liaodong have some impression of this Lord Wu.

After hearing his words, the people involuntarily stopped. The main thing is that they are indeed thirsty.

Flee. If you are not familiar with the terrain, it is difficult to find water in the mountains.

"Don't be in a hurry, everyone, and don't drink too much. Drink plenty of cold water to have diarrhea. One scoop per person. Liu Quan hurriedly shouted.

After drinking Liu Quan's water, the displaced people also stopped to rest, and some people took out dry food and ate it. And the woman with the baby was not ashamed, but untied her clothes and fed the baby.

After drinking water, an old man took the opportunity to talk to Liu Quanpan.

"It's worthy of Lord Wu. We fled all the way. The guards, stations, forts, and officers and soldiers in the places they passed either surrendered or fled. Only here is Beishan Fort, and Wu Baihu is still guarding it. ”

The old man was sixty or seventy years old, his face was full of wrinkles, but his body looked tough, and he sighed with emotion.

"yes. It is worthy of beheading Zhu Changtian in a battle, and destroying Lord Wu who is full of Liu family's fists. It's a capable one. ”

"If the people of Liaodong Jiangmen are like Lord Wu. Then how can we Han people be driven around like a flock of sheep? ”

"Hey. Poor us. ”

The people everywhere also sighed, and they were quite sad.

This autumn was a bumper harvest, and the people of Liaodong had just harvested their grain. As a result, as soon as the Mengyuan people arrived, they couldn't sell their grain, so they could only put it at home, bring soft dry food and broken silver, and roll it to cover it.

Although I heard that this time the generalissimo of Mengyuan used troops on behalf of Prince Chunyuan, and he was quite benevolent and righteous, and he easily did not slaughter the Han people. But the Mengyuan people used to slaughter cities and destroy villages, and they abounded.

The people were like frightened birds, and a wave of refugees was formed.

It's a pity to run away from home now, but if you don't run away, you may lose your life, the lesser of two evils.

Liu Quan also sighed, his heart was heavy, and he was very empathetic.

If it weren't for Wu Baihu with them, they would guard this Beishan Fort. They will also run away like these homeless people, swarming after the officials.

Liaodong Han people, bitter.

The land in eastern Liaodong is barren, and it is not easy to farm. He also had to be exploited by the imperial court and the generals, and he had to be harassed by the foreign tribes of Mengyuan.

In Liu Quan's heart, he was very grateful to Wu Nian. Soon he shook his head, leaving behind the distractions in his mind. He said to the group of homeless people: "Everyone, all the villagers. Now the news is flying on the road, some say that 200,000 households of Mengyuan people are going south, and some say that 100,000 households of Mengyuan people are going south. ”

"It is said that General Wei Changqing, who guarded Haitian City, committed suicide. Some people also say that General Wei Changqing is still resisting desperately. ”

"True and false news is flying around. Now there are too many people fleeing, and the rich are choosing to cross the sea. The poor people chose to go to Shanhaiguan. The road was crowded with people, and the food was expensive. Now fleeing for your life is either starving to death on the road, or being chased and killed by the Mengyuan people. ”

"We are Beishan Fort Wu Baihu. Determined to resist the Mengyuan people, not only is he brave and good at fighting, but he also acts in a very disciplined manner. The Beishan Fort is well organized and has enough food. You can go to our Beishan Fort to rest for a while and wait and see the situation. Don't say anything else, rice porridge is enough. ”

When disaster comes, everyone has their own aspirations.

Although Wu Nian has a very good reputation, the official is just a small banner.

Now I don't know how to become a hundred households, in charge of Beishan Fort.

But even if it's a hundred households in Beishan Fort, is it useful?

How many commanders and thousands of households have been defeated, not to mention the small hundreds?

The displaced people were divided into two factions, and after drinking water and thanking them, they continued to flee south. But there are also some displaced people who choose to stay.

"Lord Wu is a hero and will treat us well."

"That's right. Lord Wu is brave and good at fighting. He is now guarding the North Hill Fort, and he is definitely understaffed. I have the strength to help him. I have two brothers who died at the hands of the Mengyuan people, and I have long wanted to join the army. It's a pity that Liaodong Jiangmen is all waste. Now it's a rare opportunity. ”

The rest of the displaced people may have the ambition to compete with the Mengyuan people, but there is no way. Or because they have no food, they are afraid of the road ahead, and they want to stay and wait for a while.

Either way, they chose to stay.

That's what Liu Quan did.

He immediately asked one of his subordinate militiamen to take these people to Beishan Fort to register. The displaced people cannot be allowed to flow, they must be managed.

Wu Nian was going crazy.

The carrying capacity of Beishan Fort is limited, and it can accommodate up to 10,000 people. Originally, there were about 4,000 people in Beishan Fort, but now there are more than 15,000 displaced people.

The eating, drinking, and Lazar of 20,000 people quickly emptied Wu Nian's family. The mountains of grain in his warehouses are declining at a rate visible to the naked eye.

No way.

Everything is people-oriented, and without people, no amount of food is useless.

And these days.

Wu Nian also officially moved into the 100 households in the barracks to coordinate the overall situation.

Inside the hall.

Wu Nian, who had lost a lot of weight, couldn't lift his energy, and drank a wild mountain tea to refresh himself. Below are Li Yong, Wang Gui, and Zhang Sheng.

Everyone has lost at least one lap, as if they have been hollowed out by the color of wine.

"Your Excellency. Now there are too many people to manage. I think we should recruit some scholars, give them money, and let them help manage it. ”

"Also. I pondered for a moment. The previous pavilion chief system can be implemented. And they divided the people into a pavilion of five hundred men, and set up a pavilion chief. It's also easy to manage. ”

"And food. There should be a rationing system. A minimum ration is given every day to ensure a long flow of water. ”

Poor old Li had a lot more white hair, and after saying these words, he gasped for breath and hurriedly drank tea to suppress his shock.

Wu Nian looked at Li Yong in surprise, but he didn't expect that this old Li was really thinking hard, and he had some talent in managing logistics and people.

"Do as you say." Wu Nian didn't think much about it, then nodded and said.

Li Yong exhaled, a heartfelt smile on his face.

"You two are hurrying up to recruit militiamen. Recruit strong men who have the will to fight and want to fight with the Mengyuan people. Pull out of town training again. ”

Speaking of this, Wu Nian withdrew his eyes from Wang Gui and Zhang Sheng, turned his head to look at Li Yong, and said sincerely: "Old Li." There can be no rationing system for the militia, at least they have to be fed with white rice. ”

Li Yong sighed and nodded.

Wu Nian remembered one more thing, and turned his head to Wang Gui and Zhang Sheng and said, "Also." You have to negotiate the patrol tasks during the day and at night. Now the people are frightened birds. If something happens, it can cause a big upheaval. Especially at night, patrols must be strictly enforced, and if anything happens, deal with it immediately. ”

"Yes."

Wang Gui and Zhang Sheng should be serious.

Soon the three of them went down, and Wu Nian also exhaled, and the whole person almost collapsed on the Taishi chair.

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Caring about these things is much more tiring than fighting.

With the influx of displaced people, the logistics of Beishan Fort were under great pressure, and the living environment of the people deteriorated rapidly.

The militia of Wu Nian increased rapidly, but its combat effectiveness was worrying.

The only constant is.

The strength of the three hundred households managed by Zhang Jin, Liu Wu, and Tie Niu.

Their training and salaries have not changed, but their daily meals have been affected to a certain extent. Now everything is messed up, and meat and vegetables cannot be adequately guaranteed.

But their morale was not affected.

They are the sharp knives in Wu Nian's hands, the forces that decide the victory.

Three hundred elite soldiers.