Author: Ke Ke Qi Wu

Chapter 257 255. Hilltop

August.

In the mountains, insects and birds chirp, and the vegetation is dense.

The mountain is there.

The original animal trail leads directly to the top of the mountain on a dirt road that has been trampled by humans.

It's an unknown mountain with few people visiting it.

But near a rockfall platform not far from the top of the mountain, hundreds of tents were densely pitched.

It was crowded.

They were holding sharpened wooden spears in their legs and stabbing in the air at the orders of the young men at the head.

There were not many young adults among those people, and not a single child.

The youngest among them looks to be over forty years old, and looks extremely old.

"It's time to serve food. Please remember the rules and line up to receive your food!"

Around the rock platform, several decent smokeless stoves were dug on the spot, and the iron pots set up on the stoves were sizzling with light green coals.

The smoke from the end of the stove is very thin and light, making it hard to see clearly.

"Put your gun away! Stand still!"

The instructor who was training the mostly elderly team shouted orders.

Those people put their wooden guns on the side of their right legs and stood still.

The young instructor looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but feel relieved. After more than two months, he had managed to lead the refugees to some extent.

"After disbanding, the wooden guns are placed in the gun racks, and we line up to receive the meal. Is this clear?"

"No! Instructor!"

Although the voice is a little blue, it is still strong and powerful.

The instructor nodded, stood still and gave the order to disband.

The team dispersed and placed the wooden guns in their legs on the gun stand in the corner of the rockfall platform. The gun stand was actually just a simple stand put together by a few logs.

After putting the spear in the east, those people rushed to the dining area and lined up. The training team was not large, but there were more than a thousand people, so they also had an organizational structure, consisting of corps commanders and chiefs.

Following the order to serve food, tents were opened one after another, and some old women who were resting came over and lined up to receive meals.

Bowls of food were distributed eastward, and at the edge of the tents, an old man opened the tent curtain.

"Chief, the food is gone. The wild vegetables and fruits picked from the sky, and the bird's eggs and mushrooms are all gone."

The old man opened the tent door and reported to the young man inside who was feeding a pigeon.

Hearing the worry in the old man's tone, the young man chuckled.

"Don't worry, Guo Lao, soon we won't be short of food."

After feeding a handful of millet, which was extremely precious in Guo Lao's eyes, to the homing pigeon, the young man stood up.

"Come on, let's go eat something too. If you have enough energy in the afternoon, please do some work."

The young man spoke lightly.

Guo Lao's face became a little surprised.

Strength work?

After doing strenuous work in Cidong Mountain, there was no shortage of food in the camp for more than a month.

"Eh."

"As long as the leader has connections, it's okay for everyone to follow us and come here."

Guo Lao felt happy from the bottom of his heart.

There was a disaster last year. The entire village could not afford to pay taxes and fled the famine and became refugees. They walked aimlessly along the way. I don't know how many people died.

Later, the leader in front of us appeared with more than a dozen people and asked if he could give them a bite to eat.

If they have food to eat, they refugees have no reason not to follow.

Originally, their group was not that big, because people died along the way, so everyone was exhausted, so they just followed the leader and stopped all the way, in Shandong Mountain.

Although his stomach was rarely full, no one had died at all. As the scattered refugees gathered along the way, the team grew larger and larger, reaching one or two thousand people.

But the amazing thing is that although there are more and more people, there seems to be more and more food to eat. Everyone has the confidence to follow the leader.

Until two or three months ago, the leader took his group to the top of the mountain and said that he could fill his stomach without leaving. Then everyone stopped there, and it was two or three months ago. During that time

, the dozen or so people around the leader began to train the big guy.

After saying it, I want to do something big, so that I no longer have to suffer from hunger. After following the leader for so long, everyone is used to listening to the leader. Although I don’t know what the big thing is, I don’t have to suffer from hunger anymore.

, everyone also obeyed the instructions.

The young leader and Guo Lao walked out of the tent and received hot soup with coal and green water from the dining area.

Although it doesn’t look good, it can still fill your stomach.

The young leader didn't show any pretense and drank all the hot soup in the bowl in a few mouthfuls.

After lunch, tomorrow's training is over.

The food was poor, and the young leader did not dare to engage in high-intensity training, which would kill people.

The port is very good. A letter will be sent from home tomorrow, and a boatload of food will be shipped over at midnight, enough to feed the one or two thousand people for two or three months.

It’s not too late to increase the intensity of your training when the time comes.

The role of these people was to set fire to the rear of the Han army, but not to actually fight.

That's right, the young leader was the spy who spun the web, or a member of the Luocao plan.

After eating, the refugees returned to their tents in twos and threes to sleep.

Refugees are not like that. If they have something to eat, they will eat. If they don't have food, they will sleep. They can live day by day.

As for why they are alive, even they themselves don't know.

Fortunately, if they followed the leader, they would have a clear goal.

The refugees went to rest.

The spies who spun the web got together.

Twelve people, two teams.

Did they encounter the situation when they retreated after receiving the order to close the net from Oriental Nest?

After walking a few steps, they happened to meet Guo Lao's group of refugees. They simply didn't leave and stayed in Han to launch the Luocao Project.

"Did my practice go well over there?"

Walking on a rough stone, the young leader asked the instructor in charge of the drill.

The instructor nodded: "Very well, I have already thought of something. Fighting may not be of any use, but robbing a food channel or something may be of some use."

"That's enough. Their main mission is not to fight in the first place. Besides, they have plenty of time. Take your time."

Wrong, people's legs don't need to be won over. Dongwu's family has returned with a batch of food, grass and ordnance, and he is afraid that there will be some people with crooked ideas among the refugees."

The young leader warned.

The instructor in charge of the drill showed a murderous look on his face: "He's looking at who dares. I can rest assured that there are two hundred-man teams that can be completely trusted. Adding to those people, even if we recruit a few people with crooked ideas, they won't be able to cause any trouble."

, just shoot them to death!"

"As long as you have an idea, gather some information and send it back to Zhichao. Later they will lead people to Dongshan."

"Um."

Around the rough stone, the twelve web spies began to summarize the information collected during that period, and then wrote it in the code words commonly used by the web spies (simplified Chinese mixed phonetic pinyin). After condensing it later, they asked to use carrier pigeons to send the message back.

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Chapter completed!