Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

Yuchi Baoqi shuddered when he looked at the densely packed enemy soldiers at the entrance of the camp and the huge hill made of flintlock muskets at the front.

"So many? I can't see my head and the sun is tilted at a glance. Can the logistics handle it?"

Yuchi Jingde snorted coldly: "The spatula on Lao Duan's side has already danced out of its afterimage. The logistics team will drive over and drag this pile of tattered guns away."

Yuchi Baoqi scratched his head: "Is the living place enough? How about a squeeze?"

Wang Yan interjected from the side: "Originally, the troops deserted and surrendered. There was no place to sleep or food to eat. What do you think will happen if more than 30,000 people mutiny again?"

While they were talking, the truck came in, and a large number of logistics personnel began to count the guns and ammunition. After registering them one by one, they threw them on the truck and transported them away. Yan Feng, the head of the logistics department, walked towards Yuchi Baoqi.

"In the logistics supply warehouse, there are about 3,000 folding field tents. One tent plus three camp beds can sleep six people. So 18,000 people can solve the sleeping problem."

Yuchi Baoqi thought for a moment: "Is there still enough oilcloth? Can the oilcloth be cut and transformed into a tent?"

Yan Feng nodded: "The quantity of oilcloth should be enough, but the problem is time. Cutting and sewing takes time. It's almost time. I'm afraid it won't be out until noon tomorrow."

Yuchi Baoqi nodded: "It's okay, do it first, I'll buy you some time."

Yuchi Baoqi called Wang Yan and Shi Kuan: "Go and call all the brothers who can speak to them to register their names, ages and time of joining the army. Non-professional soldiers who have been recruited will be given priority to live in the tents, and then they will be admitted there again." Pass through."

Wang Yan nodded: "I understand and I'll do it right away. Do you want to ask the brothers to put up the tent?"

"That's the best thing. Then Brother Yan'er will be responsible for the tents, and Brother Kuan you will be responsible for the registration and diversion. We will divide the work and cooperate to collect these prisoners of war as soon as possible."

Yuchi Baoqi ran in front of the prisoners of war. The searchlight of the camp swept over them and could not see the end. Yuchi Baoqi stood on a platform made of several crates and prepared to speak.

"I believe that many of you were forced to be involved in this war. We will start registration in a moment. After registration, you will have a hot meal and then go to the prisoner of war camp to rest. Those who are willing to go home, We can also send you back to your families."

The speech was brief, but the prisoners who had endured an unimaginable journey through the night heard a few key words: a hot meal, rest, and most importantly, go home!

Shi Kuan was also reliable in his work. The sergeants moved tables one by one and set up several cordons to pull out the queues.

"Name, age, time of joining the army."

"Jeff Lyle, seventeen years old, was forced to join the army three months ago. Can I go home?"

"Put your fingerprints here. We will make arrangements when you get home. Don't be afraid. No one will hurt you here. Come on. Next!"

"My name is Hughes Watt. I am twenty-five years old. I joined the army three years ago."

"After pressing your fingerprint here, go over there and line up. Someone will arrange it for you."

Lao Duan came over with his brothers from Huotou Camp carrying boxes of food. Yuchi Baoqi could smell the strong fragrance of milk and wheat even from a distance.

"Old Duan, what is this?"

"Bread, I just had the stove repaired a few days ago. I originally wanted to give you, the princess and the governor, a taste of the exotic customs, but I couldn't make it in time. This bread is really fast. After kneading the dough, finishing the dough, put it all into the stove. It'll be done as soon as the time comes. You can do other things in the meantime, but if you can't win, get some bread for them to eat first."

Yuchi Baoqi was dumbfounded: "No, don't you need butter, milk, cream, etc. to make bread? Can you get eggs too?"

Old Duan nodded: "I kept all the chickens that were sent to lay eggs. I just killed some of them for cooking. I sent a lot of cans of butter and cream. I couldn't use them before, but I happened to use them this time."

These prisoners of war were from poor families. On weekdays, they ate some bread made from rye and soup made from beans, which was considered the Chinese New Year. When they saw the golden and fragrant bread, each one of them drooled all over the floor.

Shi Kuan placed a basket of bread next to the table of the soldier responsible for registration, and after registration was completed, he took a cushion to cushion his stomach.

The prisoners of war who were waiting in line to register were all eager to see the bread, standing on tiptoes to look at the bread. They only had two meals a day in the fortifications, one meal of rye bread with bean paste, and one meal for each person. Salted fish with a slice of rye bread.

Not to mention soldiers, even those who work in the fields every day cannot eat enough. After experiencing the mutiny and gun battle in the military camp at night and traveling all the way to the Tianwei Army camp, their stomachs were already hungry.

Yuchi Baoqi looked at the commotion of the prisoners of war: "No, send it to the back, carry the bread to the last position, and send it from the back to the front. Set up another two hundred registration points, hurry up!"

Until the sky turned white, the entire prisoner of war registration finally came to an end. Wang Yan came to Yuchi Baoqi with his brothers who were in charge of sentry reconnaissance.

"Commander, General, you should go and rest quickly. Galaqi and Shi Kuan are responsible for the security of the prisoner of war camp. The tents of the Logistics Department are also in place and occupied."

"I took my brothers to guard the perimeter."

Yuchi Baoqi hadn't stayed up so late for a long time and nodded: "Go ahead and pay attention to safety."

After falling asleep, Yuchi Baoqi woke up in the afternoon. Princess Changle gently stroked Yuchi Baoqi's face: "Are you awake? I heard from the military doctor that you and your father-in-law were busy last night until this morning? Do you want to sleep a little longer."

Smelling the faint body fragrance of Li Lizhi, Yuchi Baoqi grabbed Li Lizhi's hand and rubbed his face: "More than 30,000 prisoners of war, alas, it's a bit sloppy."

Li Lizhi did not expect that there would be so many people: "Have you recorded the records of foreign war prisoners? I heard that many of them were half-grown children. Even if we captured them and didn't let them die on the battlefield, they were still considered to be our unborn children." Children accumulate virtue.”

Yuchi Baoqi adjusted his sleeping position: "Just think of it as non-professional soldiers who were dragged here. I plan to register where they originally lived and see if I can send them back. If they are professional soldiers, they will have to be detained." ”

Li Lizhi took out a military newspaper from the bedside table: "My father-in-law asked the military doctor to bring it here. He said he would give it to you when you wake up."

Yuchi Baoqi took the military report and opened it. It was just that the second generation had been stationed in the northern border, and a large number of officials were sent to the northern border to appease the local people and educate them.

Li Jing, Cheng Yaojin, and Qin Qiong are heading towards the Tianwei Army with an army of 200,000 people, occupying the captured land and city-states, and building a complete logistics supply line.