North of Beishan Fort, on the mountain road.
From time to time, refugees drag their families with them, carrying soft packages, and head south. Their faces were full of fear and anxiety, as if something was chasing them.
In a wide place on the mountain road, Liu Quan, the Beishan Fort militiaman, led dozens of militiamen and protected several carts filled with large buckets to deal with these refugees.
"Fellow folks, we are the soldiers of Wu Nian and Wu Baihu in Beishan Fort. We are the 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 has not completely passed, but the people of Liaodong have some impression of this Master Wu.
After hearing his words, the people stopped involuntarily. The main thing is that they are really thirsty.
Escape. If you are not familiar with the terrain, it is 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. There were women with babies who were not ashamed. They took off their clothes and fed their babies.
After an old man drank the water, he started chatting with Liu Quan.
"As expected of Mr. Wu. We fled all the way. The guards, forts, forts, officers and soldiers wherever 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.
This autumn is a big harvest, and the people of Liaodong have just harvested the grain. As a result, when the Mongolian people arrived, they could not sell their food, so they had to keep it at home. They took the soft dry food and broken silver with them, so they could not escape without packing their bedding.
Although I heard that this time the Mongolian Grand Marshal Acting Prince Chunyuan was benevolent and righteous in his use of troops, and he would not massacre the Han people easily. But in the past, the Meng Yuan people massacred cities and destroyed villages.
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 this Beishan Fort. They will also be like these refugees, running away in droves following the officials.
The Han people in Liaodong are miserable.
The land in Liaodong is barren and farming is not easy. They had to be exploited by the imperial court and generals, and they had to be harassed by foreign tribes from the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties.
Liu Quan was very grateful to Wu Nian. He quickly shook his head and put away the distracting thoughts in his mind. He said to this group of refugees: "Everyone, fellow villagers. News is flying around on the road right now. Some say that 200,000 households of Mongolian people are going south, and some are saying that 100,000 households of Mongolian people are 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 all choose to go through Shanhaiguan. The roads are crowded and food is expensive. Now those who run for their lives either starve to death on the road or are blinded. Yuan Ren catches up and kills him."
"Wu Baihu, our Beishan Fort, is determined to resist the Mongols. He is not only brave and good at fighting, but also very organized. The Beishan Fort is in good order and there is enough food. 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 has a great reputation, his official status is 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 thousands of households were defeated, let alone hundreds of small households?
The refugees were divided into two groups. After one group drank water and thanked them, they continued to flee south. But there are also some refugees who choose 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 the strength to help him. Two of my brothers died at the hands of the Meng Yuan people, and I have long wanted to join the army. It’s a pity that the generals in Liaodong are all useless. Opportunities are rare now.”
The remaining refugees may have the ambition to fight against the Mongolians, but they have no means. Or because they have no food and are afraid of the future, they want to stay and wait and see temporarily.
No matter what, they chose to stay.
That's what Liu Quan did.
He immediately asked one of his subordinate militiamen to take the group to Beishan Fort to register. Refugees cannot be allowed to flow and must 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 eating, drinking, and drinking of the 20,000 people quickly emptied Wu Nian's family fortune. The mountains of grain in his warehouse were falling 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, couldn't feel energetic anymore, so he drank a cup of wild mountain tea to refresh himself. Below are Li Yong, Wang Gui and Zhang Sheng.
Everyone has lost at least one circle of weight, as if their bodies have been hollowed out 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 also make management easier."
"There is also food. A rationing system should be implemented. Minimum rations are 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 talents in managing logistics and people.
"I will do as you say." Wu Nian nodded without thinking about it.
Li Yong exhaled, with 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 pull 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 militiamen, at least they must be fed with white rice."
Li Yong sighed and nodded.
Wu Nian thought of another thing, and turned to Wang Gui and Zhang Sheng and said: "One more thing. You have to discuss the patrol missions 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."
Wang Gui and Zhang Sheng should be serious.
Soon the three of them went down, and Wu Nian also exhaled a breath, almost slumping down on the Taishi chair.
Special code.
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. Everything is in chaos now, and meat and vegetables cannot be adequately guaranteed.
But their morale was not affected.
They are the sharp knives in Wu Nian's hands, the troops that determine victory or defeat.
Three hundred elite soldiers.
