The matter in court came to an end, and Wang Mo was released from death row. The official really recommended him, and someone will summon him tomorrow. Now I no longer need to live in a refugee shelter, but have moved into the Juxian Hall. The first crisis after entering the battlefield was safely passed, but this was only a small beginning.
"There are quite a lot of people!" Wang Mo opened the wooden window and looked outside. It was obvious that many people were watching him. They should be the people sent by Mustache. Wang Mo decided to wait and see what happens and wait until he sees the recommended person tomorrow before making a decision.
"Prime Minister!" Mustache saw the old man who looked like a god again, and continued to complain with a cunning face, "Although the five spies have been brought to justice, Wang Mo is still suspicious, so we'd better not use them!"
"I heard about him. Those five were just bewitched, and Wang Mo was just the target of being framed!" The old man did not believe Mustache this time, but left the recommendation to him, "You can handle it tomorrow. Regarding Wang Mo, give him a reasonable trial and report to me after you get the results!"
"Yes!" After hearing this mission, Xiaozhu no longer insisted on Wang Mo's guilt and retreated.
"Come out!" After seeing Mustache retreat, the old man suddenly shouted. An old man bowed respectfully and walked up to him, knelt down and began to perform a great ceremony.
If we were here, we would definitely exclaim, "Isn't this the old village chief..."
"Senior, it's like this..." The old village chief told the old man everything, but when he heard that this was just a battlefield projection, the old man didn't seem to be surprised. The old village chief finally asked, "You You must find the unknown enemy, otherwise your descendants will suffer."
The old man did not speak, but counted with his fingers, and looked at the old village chief and said, "There should be one named Yao Jun, who is in Chaoge City now, and the other one is Wang Mo." Then he said, "The two enemies can also be counted. It’s out, but I can’t take the initiative to restrict it too much, and there are a lot of mysteries in it that are hard to explain.”
"What do you mean?" The old village chief didn't understand what the old man said.
"Just stay here for the time being, and you will understand what the result will be!" The old man left the village director alone without saying anything more.
Nothing seemed to have happened. Wang Mo welcomed Mustache the next day. When the two parties met, they still followed the rules of the game and did not break the proper etiquette. Wang Mo took the initiative and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"It's a good thing that your recommendation has been responded to!" Mustache's eyes were gleaming, and there was no good news at first glance. "The above will give you a team of 100 people, and you will lead it to exterminate the bandits a hundred miles southeast. , those are all deserters from the Shang and Zhou Dynasties." Lu Luhui said, "If you can make a triumphant return, then you will have successfully entered the camp of the Great Zhou Dynasty."
"Where is the hundred-man team?" After hearing this, Wang Mo wondered how good the conditions would be, so he had to ask clearly.
"Follow me!" Mustache took Wang Mo to the refugee camp again and pointed at the slender refugee camp inside. "This is your team of a hundred people. You must make good use of it."
"You..." Wang Mo wanted to get angry, but he suppressed it forcibly, and asked in an official tone, "There must be some supplies or food, right?"
"Not only are there no supplies, but a military order must be issued!" Mustache said, stroking his beard and turning to leave. "If the task cannot be completed within ten days, we will engage in military law."
"What a good condition!" Wang Mo became anxious after hearing this. This was tantamount to asking him and the refugees to die. "I will definitely report the situation here. Xiqi, who has always been known for his benevolence and righteousness, treats the refugees like this. Let's see what happens in the end. How to deal with it.”
Both sides were in a stalemate, neither willing to take a step back. This is not a simple quarrel between two people, but a battle between life and death. Suddenly Wang Mo said, "Shang Guan, why don't we compete here and decide who wins?"
"I think it's okay!" A thick voice came to the two of them from far away. This man is a sturdy, red-faced man wearing heavy armor. The super strong soul power is like a sun, even if it is suppressed, it still makes the two of them fearful.
"I am Huang Feihu. Prime Minister, let me take a look at the situation here." Huang Feihu looked at both parties with big eyes. He roughly knew the whole story, but he didn't know the true identities of both parties.
"General, let the little people decide!" Wang Mo was the first to cry. He finally understood the truth. Children who cry have milk to drink. Then he said everything he had just said, especially the issue of not caring about the life and death of the refugees.
"General, this was all promised by him in advance. I didn't force him." Mustache was still arguing. He didn't want to confront Huang Feihu, whose strength was at the ceiling level.
"A compromise plan, the refugees should still be led by Wang Mo, but the supplies and ordnance must not be lacking, and the ten-day deadline can be relaxed appropriately, how about it?" Huang Feihu was obviously helping Wang Mo, and looked around at the two people.
"It's all up to you, but Wang Mo still has to issue a military order." Mustache was still insisting at this moment, not wanting to miss this opportunity to kill someone with a borrowed knife.
"Issuing a military order within twenty days. If the task cannot be completed, I will give you a satisfactory explanation!" Wang Mo stared at the mustache and sat down to make a promise and pressed his fingerprints, and then suddenly asked a question, "If I succeed, are you willing to compete with me? You shouldn't refuse anymore!"
"Okay..." Xiaozhu didn't expect that Wang Mo had a backup plan, but he had to agree at this moment, and he was confident that he could get rid of Wang Mo, this difficult enemy.
"Waiting for your good news!" Mustache said with a smile and said goodbye. All his ideas had been achieved, and it was expected that Wang Mo would be unable to recover.
"Do you know what a refugee is?" Huang Feihu looked at Wang Mo and asked.
"They are some suffering people." Wang Mo answered Huang Feihu's question honestly, but with his special understanding, "But these people may have been talents before they suffered, and they cannot be underestimated!"
"Okay, I wish you success!" After Huang Feihu said that, he turned around and left. The only people left in the refugee center were a bunch of refugees watching the fun and Wang Mo himself.
"Sir, I am willing to join your team. I was a good hunter before!" A strong man stood up first and recommended himself to Wang Mo.
"You hear it clearly, and everyone hears it clearly." Wang Mo had a leadership style at this time, and his tone of voice had considerable appeal, "The combat effectiveness of a team composed entirely of us cannot be high. There will definitely be people on the battlefield. Casualties." After a pause, "If you stay here, there may be a safe resettlement plan."
"In these troubled times, only with military merit can we win a stable family fortune for our family." The hunter just shouted loudly, and it seemed that he had made up his mind.
"Sign up if you are not afraid of death. Those who come in must be prepared to die. In addition, they must obey my arrangements, otherwise they will be executed!" Wang Mo's tone was unquestionable, and his cold eyes directly persuaded a group of people to retreat.
After Wang Mo’s explanation, there were far fewer people signing up than before. But it was all completed after two hours, and a hundred-man team formed by refugees was established. Almost all of them were hunters or escorts with some basic skills, except for one teacher who inexplicably signed up. Wang Mo also had plans for this teacher.
"Three people make up a small team, three small teams make up a small team, three small teams make up a squadron, and ten squadrons make up a large team, a total of ninety people. The other nine people are investigators, which is the most dangerous position." Wang Mo told everyone The person told the team distribution situation and directly assigned the composition of each team.
"Sir, what should I do?" The old gentleman found Wang Mo, patted his chest and said, "I can also go into battle to kill the enemy, give me a position."
"As a military advisor, I will tell you about the tactics and practice techniques I know. You will be responsible for copying them and giving them to everyone. You will also record everyone's merits and mistakes. There will also be some follow-up work. Your job is very important. Heavy work!" Wang Mo gave the old man a job. Although he didn't understand it very well, he was still very happy.
The Refugee Hundred Team was officially established today, and its first task is to receive equipment and food. This is a kind of recognition and encouragement to everyone, and Wang Mo also attaches great importance to this matter. He led everyone deliberately through the bustling streets and then took a long detour to the armory. After explaining the situation, the guard led them to the most remote warehouse.
"Go in, take anything you can use!" The guard was obviously not very enthusiastic. Wang Mo also felt a cold breath. It must be the Son of Darkness who is causing trouble again.
When I entered the warehouse, I saw that it was indeed the case. This was simply an abandoned warehouse. Everything inside is all eliminated, either broken armor or weapons. If you want to go out, you will still be a refugee. It is like an army about to fight.
Everyone who came in immediately became angry, staring at the guard guarding the door. But midway, these people suddenly stopped and looked collectively at Wang Mo, who was silent behind them. Now they have to get used to being controlled. This is an army with orders and prohibitions.
"Find the best things to wear, walk through the busiest street, and then receive twenty days' rations." Wang Mo's voice was cold and murderous. He was obviously angry, but he still didn't get angry on the spot.
More than an hour later, a group of soldiers wearing shabby military uniforms passed through the city, but they looked as arrogant as generals. This also alarmed many people to watch, and the news also reached Huang Feihu's ears.
"Prime Minister, do you think Wang Mo is getting too big? This is tantamount to slandering the reputation of our army!" Huang Feihu was worried about his own morale, so he went to the Prime Minister to report.
"If he loses this time, it may really shake the morale of the army, but what if he wins with such equipment?" The prime minister said to Huang Feihu with a smile, "Let's watch the battle report in twenty days."
Wang Mo led a group of hundreds of people to another military ration warehouse. Unsurprisingly, the rations distributed were also moldy and spoiled. This aroused the anger in everyone's heart, and also awakened the self-esteem in everyone's heart. This is also the result Wang Mo hopes to obtain, but it also creates extreme difficulties.
"Does anyone know the nearest bandit stronghold?" After receiving all the supplies, Wang Mo was not ready to return to the camp because they did not have a barracks of their own, so he asked an unrelated question.
"There are a lot of bandits. There is a living bandit living on any mountain." The first hunter stepped forward and answered.
"Fight with war, practice with war, let's go!" Wang Mo then decided to feed with war, and drove out of Xiqi City in a high-profile manner.
