North of Beishan Fort, on the mountain road.

From time to time, refugees drag their families and carry soft packages and head south. Their faces are full of fear and anxiety, as if something is chasing them behind.

In a wide place on the mountain road, Beishanbao militiaman Liu Quan led dozens of militiamen, guarding several carts filled with large buckets, to deal with these refugees.

"Fellow folks, we are the soldiers of Wu Nian and Wu Baihu of Beishan Fort. We are the soldiers of Wu Baihu who killed Zhu Changtian, the commander of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty. He asked us to guard here and bring water to the villagers to quench their thirst."

Liu Quan is short in stature, but has a loud and strong voice and is eloquent.

It hasn't been long since Wu Nianzhen killed Zhu Changtian. The news hasn't completely passed yet, and the people of Liaodong have some impression of this Lord Wu.

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

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

"Everyone, don't be anxious, and don't drink too much. Drinking too much cold water will cause diarrhea. One spoonful per person." Liu Quan shouted quickly.

After drinking Liu Quan's water, the refugees also stopped to rest. Some of them took out dry food and started eating. Women with babies were not ashamed, undressed and fed their babies.

After an old man drank some water, he started chatting with Liu Quan.

"As expected of Mr. Wu. We fled all the way. The officers and soldiers at the guards, forts, and forts we passed either surrendered or ran away. Only the Beishan Fort is still guarded by Wu Baihu."

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

"Yes. As expected of Mr. Wu, who killed Zhu Changtian and destroyed all the Liu family's fists. He is a capable man."

"If all the generals in Liaodong are like Mr. Wu, then why are we Han people being driven around like sheep?"

"Hey, we are pitiful."

The people everywhere also sighed with emotion and felt quite sad.

It was a bumper harvest this autumn, and the people of Liaodong had just harvested their grain. As a result, when the Mongolians arrived, they could not sell the grain, so they had to keep it at home, and they could not escape without packing up their bedding and carrying fine dry grain and scraps of silver.

Although I heard that this time the Mongolian Yuan Marshal Prince Chunyuan was benevolent in using troops and did not massacre the Han people. However, the Mongolian Yuan people massacred cities and destroyed villages in the past.

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

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

Liu Quan also sighed, his heart heavy, and he felt the same way.

If Wu Baihu hadn't led them to guard the Beishan Fort, they would have followed the officials like these refugees and fled in droves.

The Han people in Liaodong are suffering.

The land in Liaodong was barren, and it was not easy for those who farmed. They had to be exploited by the imperial court and harassed by foreign tribes from the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties.

In Liu Quan's heart, he was very grateful to Wu Nian. He quickly shook his head and put aside the distracting thoughts in his heart. He said to this group of refugees: "Everyone, fellow countrymen. News is flying around on the road. It is said that there are 200,000 Mongolian people."

There are also reports of tens of thousands of Mongolian people going south."

"Some say that General Wei Changqing, who was guarding Haitian City, committed suicide after the city was destroyed. Others say that General Wei Changqing is still resisting desperately."

"True and false news are flying around. There are too many people fleeing now. The rich choose to cross the sea. The poor people choose to go through Shanhaiguan. The roads are crowded and food is expensive. Now those who want to escape will either starve to death on the road or be blinded.

The Yuan people caught up and killed him."

"Our Beishan Fort Wu Baihu is determined to resist the Mongols. Not only is he brave and good at fighting, but he is also very organized. The Beishan Fort is in good order and the food is sufficient. You can go to our Beishan Fort to rest temporarily and wait and see the situation. Don't talk about anything else.

Enough porridge."

When disaster strikes, everyone has their own ambitions.

Although Wu Nian was famous, his official position was just a small banner.

Now I don't know why it has become a hundred households, taking charge of Beishan Fort.

But even if there are 100 households in Beishan Fort, is it useful?

How many commanders and envoys have destroyed thousands of households, let alone hundreds of small households?

The refugees were divided into two groups. After one group drank water and thanked themselves, they continued to flee south. However, some refugees chose to stay.

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

"Yes. Mr. Wu is brave and good at fighting. He is currently guarding Beishan Fort, and he must be short of manpower. I have some strength and can help him. Two of my brothers died at the hands of the Mongolians, and I have long wanted to join the army.

It's a pity that the generals in Liaodong are all useless. Now the opportunity is rare."

The remaining refugees may have the ambition to fight against the Mongolians, but have no means. Or they may be fearful of the road ahead because they have no food, and want to stay and wait and see for the time being.

No matter what, they all chose to stay.

This is what Liu Quan did.

He immediately asked one of his subordinate militiamen to take the group to Beishan Fort to register. The refugees could not be allowed to flow and had to be managed.

Wu Nian was going crazy with work.

The carrying capacity of Beishan Fort is limited and can accommodate about 10,000 people. Originally, Beishan Fort had a population of about 4,000, but now the number of refugees coming in has exceeded 15,000.

The food and drink of the 20,000 people quickly emptied Wu Nian's family resources. The mountains of food in his warehouse were declining at a speed visible to the naked eye.

no way.

Everything is people-oriented. Without people, no amount of food will be of any use.

And these days.

Wu Nian also officially moved into the Baihu Office in the military camp to coordinate the overall situation.

Inside the hall.

Wu Nian, who had lost a lot of weight, could not feel energetic anymore, so he drank a cup of wild mountain tea to refresh himself. Below were Li Yong, Wang Gui and Zhang Sheng.

Everyone has lost at least one circle of weight, as if their bodies have been drained by alcohol and sex.

"Sir, the population is now too large to be managed. I think we should recruit some scholars, give them salaries, and let them help manage it."

"In addition, I thought about it. We can implement the previous pavilion chief system. Divide the people into five hundred people per pavilion and set up pavilion chiefs. This will make management easier."

"There is also food. A rationing system should be implemented. Minimum rations should be given every day to ensure a steady flow of water."

Poor old Li had a lot of white hair. After saying these words, he gasped and quickly drank tea to calm down his shock.

Wu Nian looked at Li Yong in surprise. He didn't expect that Lao Li was really thinking hard and had some talent in managing logistics and people.

"I will do as you say." Wu Nian nodded and said without giving it much thought.

Li Yong took a breath and showed a heartfelt smile on his face.

"You two hurry up and recruit militiamen. Recruit all the strong men who have the will to fight and want to fight the Mongolians. Then take them out of the city for training."

At this point, Wu Nian withdrew his eyes from Wang Gui and Zhang Sheng, turned to look at Li Yong, and said sincerely: "Old Li, we cannot implement a rationing system for the militia, at least they must have enough rice."

Li Yong sighed and nodded.

Wu Nian thought of another thing, turned to Wang Gui, and said loudly: "Also, you have to discuss the patrol tasks during the day and night. Now the people are all frightened. If something happens, it may cause

Big turmoil. Especially at night, patrols must be strictly enforced. If anything happens, deal with it immediately."

"yes."

Your Majesty, your voice should be serious.

Soon the three of them went down, and Wu Nian also exhaled a breath, almost slumping down on the Taishi chair.

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Taking care of these things is much more tiring than fighting.

With the influx of refugees, the logistics of Beishan Fort has been under great pressure, and the living environment of the people has rapidly deteriorated.

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

The only thing that remains unchanged is.

The troops of three hundred households were managed by Zhang Jin, Liu Wu and Tieniu.

Their training and salary 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 guaranteed to be sufficient.

But their morale was not affected.

They are the sharp knives in Wu Nian's hands, the troops that determine victory or defeat.
Chapter completed!