North of Beishan Fort, on the mountain road.

From time to time, refugees dragged their families and went south with soft packages. Their faces were filled with panic, as if something was chasing them behind them.

In a wide area in the mountain road, Liu Quan, a militiaman from Beishan Fort, led dozens of militiamen and protected several large trucks filled with big buckets to deal with these refugees.

"Dear villagers. We are the soldiers of Wu Nian and Wu Baihu, Beishan Fort. They killed Wu Baihu, the commander of the Mengyuan thousand-man Zhu Changtian. He asked us to guard here and quench our thirst for the villagers."

Liu Quan is short, but his voice is loud and sturdy, and he is also eloquent.

Now it has not been long since Wu Nian's formation killed Zhu Changtian. The news has not yet completely passed, and the people of Liaodong have some impression of this Lord Wu.

After hearing his words, the people stopped involuntarily. The most important thing is that they were indeed thirsty.

Escape. If you are not familiar with the terrain, it will be difficult to find water in the mountains.

"Don't be anxious, don't drink too much. Drinking too much cold water can cause diarrhea. One spoon per person." Liu Quan shouted quickly.

After drinking Liu Quan's water, the refugees also stopped to rest. Someone took out the dry food and started eating. The woman with the baby was not ashamed, and untied her clothes and fed her.

After an old man drank the water, he started talking with Liu Quan.

"We are worthy of being Lord Wu. We fled all the way. The guards, solicitations, forts, and officers and soldiers who either surrendered or ran away. Only here in Beishan Fort, Wu Baihu is still guarding."

The old man was in his sixties and seventies, his face was covered with wrinkles, but his body looked very strong, and he sighed.

"Yes. It's worthy of the formation that killed Zhu Changtian and destroyed Lord Wu from the Liu Family Quan Sect. He is a capable person."

"If the people from the Liaodong generals were all like Lord Wu, then how could we Han people be driven around like flocks of sheep?"

"Oh. We're pitiful."

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

This autumn is a bumper harvest, and the people of Liaodong have just collected the grain. As a result, when the Mongolian Yuan people arrived, they could not sell the grain, so they could only keep it at home, bringing fine and soft dry food and broken silver, and rolling it up and covering it.

Although I heard that this time, the Grand Marshal of the Mongol Yuan used troops as a benevolent and righteous, and he did not easily massacre the Han people. However, the Mongol Yuan people used to massacre cities and villages, and there were many people.

The people were like frightened birds, and the tide of escape was formed.

It’s a pity to escape from the family now, but if you don’t escape, you may even lose your life. The worst is the two harms.

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

If Wu Baihu had not taken them to guard the Beishan Fort, they would have followed the officials like these refugees.

The people of Liaodong Han were very miserable.

Liaodong has poor land and it is not easy to farm. It has to be exploited by the imperial court and the generals, and has to be attacked by foreign tribes of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty.

Liu Quan was very grateful to Wu Nian. Soon he shook his head and left his distracting thoughts in his heart. He said to the group of refugees: "Everyone, fellow villagers. Now the news is flying everywhere on the Tao, and there is a saying that the people of the Yuan Dynasty have 200,000.

Some people who went south said that the 100,000 households of the Mongols and Yuan people went south."

"Some say that General Wei Changqing, who guarded Haitian City, committed suicide by breaking down the city. Some say that General Wei Changqing is still fighting to the death."

"Real and fake news is flying around. Now there are too many people fleeing, and the rich choose to cross the sea. Poor people choose to go to Shanhaiguan. The road is crowded, and the food is expensive. Now, the life is either hungry to death on the road or being deceived.

The Yuan people chased and killed them."

"We Wubaihu, Beishan Fort, are determined to resist the Mongols. They are not only brave and good at fighting, but also have a very orderly behavior. Beishan Fort is well organized and has enough food. You can go to our Beishan Fort to rest for a while and watch the situation. Don't talk about rice.

There is enough porridge.”

When a disaster comes, everyone has their own ambitions.

Although Wu Nian is very famous, the official is just a small banner.

Now I don’t know why I became a hundred households and I am in charge of Beishan Fort.

But even if it is Beishanbao Baihu, is it useful?

How many commanders have all been defeated, let alone a small hundred households?

The refugees were divided into two factions. One group drank the water and then continued to flee south. However, some refugees chose to stay.

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

"Yes. Lord Wu is brave and good at fighting. He is guarding Beishan Fort now, and his manpower is definitely insufficient. I have the strength to help him. I have two brothers who died at the hands of the Mongols and have long wanted to join the army.

It’s a pity that the Liaodong generals are all waste. The opportunity is rare now."

The remaining refugees may have the ambition to compete with the Mongols but have no way out. Or they may have no food and fear the future and want to stay and wait and see for the time being.

No matter what, they chose to stay.

This is what Liu Quan did.

He immediately asked a subordinate militia to take the group of people to Beishan Fort to register. The refugees could not let it move, so they had to manage them.

Wu Nian is about to get crazy.

Beishan Fort has a limited capacity and can accommodate up to 10,000 people. Originally, Beishan Fort had a population of about 4,000, but now there are more than 15,000 refugees coming in.

The food, drinking, defecation and urination of the 20,000 people quickly emptied Wu Nian's family. The mountains of grain accumulated in his warehouse fell at a speed visible to the naked eye.

no way.

Everything is people-oriented. Without people, no matter how much food is, it is useless.

And these days.

Wu Nian also officially moved into the hundreds of households in the military camp to coordinate the overall situation.

In the main hall.

Wu Nian, who had lost weight, couldn't get excited and drank a cup of wild camellia to refresh himself. Below were Li Yong, Wang Gui and Zhang Sheng.

Everyone lost at least a circle, as if they were emptied by wine and sex.

"Sir, the population is too large now, and I can't manage it. I think some scholars should be recruited, given their salaries, and asked them to help manage it."

"In addition, I thought about it. The previous pavilion chief system could be implemented. The people were divided into 500 people per pavilion and set up pavilion chiefs. This would be convenient to manage."

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

Poor old Li Bai had a lot more hair. After saying these words, he gasped and quickly took a sip of tea to suppress his shock.

Wu Nian looked at Li Yong in surprise. Unexpectedly, Old Li was really thinking hard, and he had some talent in managing logistics and people's affairs.

"Do everything you said." Wu Nian nodded and said without thinking too much.

Li Yong exhaled, and a sincere smile appeared on his face.

"You two speed up the time to recruit militias. Recruit all the strong men who have the will to fight and want to fight with the Mongols and Yuan people. Then pull them out of the city for training."

Speaking of this, Wu Nian took his eyes off Wang Gui and Zhang Sheng, turned his head to look at Li Yong, and said sincerely: "Old Li. You cannot implement a rationing system for militias, at least you have to fill your rice."

Li Yong sighed and nodded.

Wu Nian remembered something again, turned to Wang Gui, and said to Zhang Sheng: "Also. You must discuss patrol missions during the day and at night. Now the people are frightened birds. If something happens, it may cause it.

Great turmoil. Especially at night, patrols must be strictly implemented and deal with any problems immediately.”

"yes."

Wang Gui and Zhang Sheng should be serious.

Soon the three of them went down, and Wu Nian also breathed a sigh of relief, almost sagging on the Grand Master's chair.

Special code.

It's much more tiring to care about these things than fighting.

With the influx of refugees, Beishan Fort's logistics was under great pressure, and the living environment of the people deteriorated rapidly.

Wu Nian's militia increased rapidly, but its combat effectiveness was worrying.

The only thing that remains unchanged is.

Zhang Jin, Liu Wu, and Tieniu managed the troops of three hundred households.

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

But their morale was not affected.

They are the sharp swords in Wu Nian's hand, the force that determines the victory or defeat.
Chapter completed!