With the increase in refugees, Fu Xiaowa's need for food also began to increase, and war is like this, it is always the people who are hurt.

The horse farm is still as calm as ever, the horses are quietly grazing, and the horse management is also patrolling the horse feeding situation in the horse farm. This horse manager can be regarded as managing the war horses in the army for many years, with rich experience and is also very responsible. There has been no war for a hundred years, and the war horse has become an ornament in the army, and there is no activity for an individual to be fat and strong, looking strong but not able to run.

Looking at the situation in the horse farm, there is no big problem, but this war is worrying. He is past middle age, and no matter how much the horse does, he will not need to go to battle, but the outcome of this war will affect everyone's future.

Thinking about his wife and daughter, he can't rest assured, maybe he should have arranged it earlier, so as to face the results that he is unwilling to accept. At this time, he took his subordinates to a stable in the eastern district, and noticed the number of the stable, which should be the one managed by the young man.

Although he loved horses, he would not risk his life for a few animals, and this young man did give him an unusual impression, so he paid special attention to it when he passed by this stable.

But I saw that the war horses in the stables were eating grass quietly, and they were all neatly groomed, which looked much better than the stables elsewhere. Originally, he wanted to give a reward, but there was no one in sight, only an empty stable in front of him.

At this time, Fu Xiaowa was wearing the clothes of Batu soldiers and mixing in the grain transportation team, which he had plundered a few days earlier, and now he looked a little big when he wore it.

The team moved forward slowly, slowly and cautiously. Little did they know that in a gap of rest, a peeing soldier had been replaced. This is a grain transportation team of hundreds of people, and Fu Xiaowa can't grab it alone, so he has to find a way.

In front of me, I am about to cross a wooden bridge, the river is not very fast, but the water is very deep, the team leader is more vigilant, and ask people to cross the bridge to check one or two. And the grass all around. After making sure that there was no one, he slowly crossed the wooden bridge.

Soon, a whole team of grain and grass had crossed the bridge, and Fu Xiaowa was escorting the last carriage. He lowered the brim of his hat to avoid being noticed. watched the carriage in front of him being dragged up the bridge by the brutes. At this time, he took a deep breath and quietly took out a large porcelain vase from the treasure bag. With a thud, he fell to the bridge and was covered with fuel, and then threw a fire fold with his hand, and suddenly the flames flew straight up.

The whole food convoy was in disarray, the horses on the bridge were neighing, and the soldiers in front looked in panic and saw that the bridge behind them was on fire.

At this time, Fu Xiaowa knocked out a few barbarians next to him, clapped his hands, jumped into the carriage, and drove the carriage carrying grain backwards with a smile.

The hundreds of brute soldiers in front of them were screaming and shaking their steel knives, but a majestic fire had already ignited at the bridgehead to cut off their route back, and so many people could only watch others swagger and drive the carriage away.

The leader at the front was so hateful that he slammed the saber in his hand to the ground.

The theft of grain and grass three times and twice, and it is still so blatant, has alarmed the top of the Batu army, the original leader has been dismissed, all the soldiers who escorted the grain and grass have been replaced by the most elite soldiers, and the team leader has also been replaced by a sergeant who is not low.

This elite grain transport team, with a lineup comparable to the Guards, is just for transporting grain and grass, which makes people laugh when they say it.

But this team still could not stop Fu Xiaowa's plundering footsteps, when passing through the valley, a boulder fell from the top of the mountain, cutting through the long procession, and a figure fell from the sky, beating all the soldiers with severed tails, and then plundered the grain and drove away.

The refugees had found a small open space in Haocheng to gather, and the number of people was increasing, and the old village chief scraped the last pot of porridge clean, and apologized to the refugees queuing up behind: "Today's is gone, disperse, disperse!"

The refugees in the back queue dispersed with their broken bowls, Fu Xiaowa was silent, and the old village chief had already come over and smiled: "Although it is not enough, no one will starve to death, which is already very gratifying!"

Fu Xiaowa frowned and said, "How much is missing?"

The old village chief knew that this benefactor had done his best, and he was embarrassed to ask for anything, so he just said in embarrassment: "Also, there are still a lot of shortcomings!"

Fu Xiaowa thought a little, looked at the sad people, his face was haggard, he shouted: "Is there anyone who is not afraid of death, is there anyone who brings seeds, if you want to eat enough, if you want your family to stop starving, come to me, if you don't have food, ask the Batu army, and pull out from them if you don't have clothes!"

The sound resounded throughout the clearing, and the refugees slowly stood up and looked at the young man on the porridge table, who had done his best for them, and had prevented many misfortunes from happening. It is because of this young man that they are alive.

"Lao Tzu is not afraid of death, Lao Tzu's life is yours!" At this time, a young man stood up and stood in front of Fu Xiaowa with three feet and two steps, with an expression of hatred and death.

"I'll go too, instead of dying like this, it's better to fight to the death!"

"Count me one, for us you can fight with your life, for ourselves we have to fight even more, as long as you say, the sword mountain and the sea of fire, never give up!"

At this moment, several young people had already stood up from among the refugees, all full of blood, and what was there to fear of death.

The old village chief also said excitedly: "The old man also has a heart, but he is afraid of becoming a drag on you, may God bless and let the good people live a long life, I am here every day to pray for you!"

The last one to come was the child's brother a few days ago, the man touched the child's head and confessed, "Brother is not here, take good care of Daddy!"

The child was already a sensible child at such an age, and wiped away his tears and said: "I will definitely take care of my father and mother and not let my brother worry outside!"

"Okay, with this good brother, my brother will be relieved!" the young man smiled and stroked the child's head again.

The young man stood up, then walked up to Fu Xiaowa, and swore an oath: "I, Gong Shaobai, am willing to be born and die with my benefactor, and this oath will not change in this life!"

Fu Xiaowa nodded.

The sunset was silent, and the red light was imprinted on everyone's face, in front of Fu Xiaowa. The men who stood were all men standing up to the sky, and the ragged clothes could not cover their majestic figures. They are full of faith in seeing death as home, and they have a heart to protect their families and swear to die.

Fu Xiaowa stared at them, this was their life in their own hands, this was a heavy delivery to him, he said lightly, "Okay, let's go!"

(Why do you always have to drag half a chapter?,It's because the pig has a strict zhòng procrastination.,Less than nine or ten o'clock.,Death can't code words.,Escape if you can.,And before twelve o'clock,There must be five thousand words uploaded.,Plus there's been a lot of fart lately.,After two thousand words.,I'm going to do seven and eight.,Always can't complete the day's task.,I had to send half a chapter first.,And then make up half a chapter and then code it in the middle of the night.,Alas!)

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