Han Zhenhan felt much more comfortable after scolding him. The sentry on duty came back and reported that no refugee had smuggled away. It was also cold and cold. If it weren't for the large number of people who could rob a few wealthy landlords, these chaotic people would have starved to death in the snow and ice.

Now that no one takes the lead, no one will go to the wilderness alone and take risks with their own lives. Han Zhenhan can at least eat and sleep in the house. Although he can't stand his face, just like Han Zhenhan said, he will work hard.

The people on the land of China are hardworking. Most of these refugees and rioters are from decent families. Those who have some knowledge are those who have worked hard in Yuncheng. Since the leaders of the Brotherhood have said that those who have the strength to work and those who can work, don’t be idle.

The refugee camp, which was originally idle, began to move gradually under the guidance of the first person who worked silently, and there was no technical job to expand the refugee camp.

Although it is a refugee camp, the size and population of this fortress have obviously surpassed ordinary towns.

In addition, after experiencing the war, the security level here has been raised to a height comparable to Yuncheng in the hearts of all those who know this war. In a sense, it can become the fraternity member in their mouths, and gradually become a symbol of identity.

This is also the result that Han Zhenhan expected. The refugees who moved did not disappoint. Unlike the labor service that left the government, these strong men wanted to do something from the bottom of their hearts to make up for their mistakes, rather than being whipped or scolded to work.

When it was dark, Boss Bai took several carriages from the back of the fortress. Before the carriage could reach the place, everyone could smell the fragrance of food. These strong men were really hungry. After Han Zhenhan left at noon, none of the carriages, including the fish in the carriages, had moved them. Even if they were hungry, they would only take a look at them.

To the surprise of these refugees, Boss Bai of the Brotherhood came to their refugee camp again, and brought food that he had not eaten for many days. No one was embarrassed to come forward to ask for something to eat. But they all stopped their work and looked at the busy figures of Boss Bai and others.

Boss Bai, who stopped the car, took dozens of people from the carriage and got off the carriage and made more than a dozen large pots. In the gap between the wooden lid and the iron pot, a trace of steam wafted out with the fragrance of grain.

Boss Bai, who had arranged the work, looked around, and his longing but ashamed eyes snorted softly, with a smile on his face.

"What are you doing when I'm standing there? Wait for me to feed you! Clean up the fish, roast it and cook it. Boss Han said that people who haven't left have a conscience and cannot starve their conscience to death. They still have to eat."

Boss Bai was not a joke, but he followed Han Zhenhan's tone in the afternoon and said this. Although the words were not so pleasant, these refugees, who were like children who had made the wrong hearing, were forgiven when they heard this. Forgiveness was equivalent to tolerance. They could only eat some fish soup on weekdays, but today they could be roasted. Finally, they changed from a thin soup to a dry food. Isn't this a recognition and reward?

Everyone started to work together. Not long after, the smell of grilled fish was still not loud, and they were reflected by the bonfires with smiles. Everyone had a simple smile on their faces, and the scene in front of them also taught Boss Bai a valuable lesson on the road of life, different situations and different humanities.

When facing the threat of existence, any person may lose the glory of human nature and become a beast-like existence, but when food and clothing are free, people will have time to have good thoughts.

Just as Boss Bai was thinking, he was shouting while riding a fast horse, and one hundred galloped past the road.

"Urgent military information, emergency military information!"

"Urgent military information, give way forward!"

The one who rides on the horse is the skinny monkey that everyone knows. While shouting, he rode his horse and whipped it. The words of the skinny monkey woke up Boss Bai who was still summarizing the philosophy.

"What's up!"

Boss Bai stood up and shouted at the thin monkey passing by.

The thin monkey turned around and saw who was asking, and then returned in a voice that was drifting away.

"Thousands of unknown troops are coming in the northwest ahead..."

Boss Bai heard about it, but he also understood what had happened.

"There are all there, five minutes, and after five minutes, everyone gathers together and prepares to face the enemy."

All the refugees in the refugee camps suddenly became nervous. Although they had participated in a large-scale battle, many people robbed some landlords and wealthy families, it was inevitable that they would be nervous and timid. After all, they were driven up by people with bows and arrows and knives in that battle.

But what surprised Boss Bai was that although the refugees' hands trembled, their eyes were filled with fear, and their legs were a little out of control, they stood together spontaneously, and no one turned around and ran away.

This refugee camp may be the last place they have issued a man’s responsibility and mission, and should face and protect.

News of the enemy attack spread quickly to the fortress behind them. Although the Brotherhood soldiers participated in the battle and became the winners, every battle would make people nervous. However, everyone's actions quickly gathered together under the leadership of a new regiment of veterans and began to advance like a refugee camp.

In the past five minutes, the people guarding the refugee camp saw that in the open space opened by the Mongolian army, a small team appeared in their sight. As time went by, more people walked out of the entire horizon, and the initial team was just a small team of cavalry.

When the people guarding the refugee camp could see the other person's appearance and expressions clearly, many refugees quietly let out a sigh. Because the people on the opposite side were just ragged refugees, the weapons they held were all kinds of strange ones. There were sticks, rakes, fire sticks, and even huge ox leg bones.

Such a team is more like two villages fighting over water sources or other conflicts. However, as more and more enemies come up from the opposite side, the boundless crowd still makes people feel scared. There are too many people on the opposite side...

The teams that came to support from the fortress now only had three or five hundred people, and Boss Bai's palms had long been filled with sweat. This battle was not impossible to retreat, but if they retreated, the prestige that the brothers had just established would be reduced by a discount.

However, the number of the other party is too large. Depending on the posture, the other party should be at least two or three thousand in scale, and there are a large number of unknown refugees around him. This kind of cold weapon war without any formation is like a pure group fight. Once one party shows signs of defeat, it will face a large-scale escape.
Chapter completed!