It's not scary to travel through a book, you can change your fate as a cannon fodder by yoursel

The little man closed his eyes and thought for a while, "The dagger he carried was very sharp, we had never seen it before. We wanted to rob him, but in the end he took away the village..."

Chunhe frowned, this was not something an ordinary deserter could do.

Liang Bin stepped forward, grabbed the little guy by the collar and asked, "Where is your target these two days?"

"The boss has set his sights on a dozen horses belonging to a caravan leaving Shuncheng. I was the first to report it."

Liang Bin's tone was cold, "Where do you usually fight?"

The smaller man flinched at the shouting, "Normally, usually when they camp at night."

"Did you do it last time?" Chunxia came over and kicked the man, "We had to travel all night and almost froze to death."

Liang Bin's expression was stern, and he said to Chun He: "Brother, I'm afraid something might happen to Chen Cheng and the others, so I have to ask the general to send troops to protect them."

Just because of that foreign deserter, they couldn't just ignore him. "Then hurry back. It should still be in time to send cavalry over now."

"Where is this guy?" Chunxia kicked the man again.

"Take him back." Then he tore a piece of cloth from the man and covered his eyes.

Chunhe grabbed the man's belt, Liang Bin carried the bucket, and several people hurried back to the base.

After handing the little guy over to the guards, Chunhe ran to Yang Shuo and reported the main points of today's events.

"Maybe you can really catch a big fish this time."

In the last battle, the commander, Mo Tuo, was missing neither alive nor dead, and the seriously injured people could not cross the vast Gobi Desert. It is very likely that he fled to the Qin Dynasty, but this was just Yang Shuo's speculation. He sent letters to the prefects and county magistrates of nearby cities, but he had no authority to send troops to investigate, so the matter was delayed.

Chunhe naturally thought of Motuo and said with a smile: "We are blessed by Master Weng. If anyone wants to drink some fish soup, we can help them a lot."

Yang Shuo's mouth curled up, and he was inexplicably in a good mood.

For such a small matter, there was no need for the general to go there in person. It was enough to send a general with good martial arts skills to lead the team and let Liang Bin accompany him along the way.

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Before reaching Weng Xiaoxiao's residence, Yang Shuo smelled the aroma of fish.

Weng Xiaoxiao was sitting in front of the makeshift stove, watching the fire.

"Why did you do it yourself?"

"There's nothing we can do. It's not easy to catch a fish, but I can't bear to see it ruined by Chunxia's poor cooking. Whoever sees it gets a share. Wait, it will be ready soon." Weng Xiaoxiao invited Yang Shuo to sit over.

Yang Shuo laughed out loud, and thinking of the dispatch of troops, he consoled her, "The cavalry has been dispatched. Don't worry, they will arrive in time."

Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk, and the profits from business are high, but the risks are naturally also great.

"Thank you. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried, but it's useless to worry about it. I can only think of some effective preventive measures to avoid casualties as much as possible."

Yang Shuo agreed with this statement and further appreciated Weng Xiaoxiao's demeanor.

"Select a few veterans with good kung fu skills from among the wounded and discharged soldiers and use them in your caravan first. Without sharp claws, they are just lambs to be slaughtered."

"This is a good idea, killing two birds with one stone." Weng Xiaoxiao had also thought of this method, but had not yet proposed it. This idea coincided with Yang Shuo's.

Seeing that the two were chatting enthusiastically and had no intention of entering the house, Chunxia hurriedly brought a high stool for Yang Shuo.

The milky white fish soup tasted so delicious that I couldn't help but take another sip as soon as I swallowed it.

"If you add two wolfberries and some chopped green onions, it will be perfect." There was a slight hint of regret on his extremely satisfied face.

"I think it's excellent, not much worse than the ones in the restaurants in Beijing." Yang Shuo finished a bowl of soup in just a few gulps. He hadn't tasted such delicious soup since he left Beijing. Chunhe really needed to practice her cooking skills.

"Chunxia, ​​don't worry about us, just try it yourself."

"Master, I'll let it go." Chunxia swallowed secretly. A crucian carp is not big to begin with. The two masters have one bowl each, so what else is there in the pot?

Weng Xiaoxiao looked at the empty pot and smiled awkwardly, "I'll let you eat more of that carp later."

Seeing that Weng Xiaoxiao was getting close to the little girl, he made amends, "Today I drank Chunxia's portion, let Chunhe take you to catch it another day as an apology."

Chunxia waved her hands repeatedly, saying that her master deserved it, but she did not deserve the general's apology.

However, it was pitiful that the general couldn't even have a bowl of good soup. She had eaten a lot of delicious food with her master!

"Chunxia, ​​go into the room and get the notebook I often use."

Chunxia responded, cleaned up the dishes and went into the house.

"General, this is the problem I am thinking of now. You should have also counted the personnel to be assigned."

Weng Xiaoxiao just thought about the problems that might be encountered, but the implementation would depend on the condition of the injured.

According to Weng Xiaoxiao's suggestion, Yang Shuo has arranged for people to make a detailed statistics, and those who are homeless and seriously disabled will be the first batch of targets.

"Chunxia, ​​go find Chunhe and get the statistics booklet of the wounded."

Chunxia, ​​the errand boy, responded and walked out. Not long after, she came back with a thick book.

There was no table in the yard, and Yang Shuo was afraid that it would be too tiring for Weng Xiaoxiao to hold the book and look through it, so he took it and held it in both hands to show her.

Weng Xiaoxiao was not polite and turned the pages of the human bookshelf. It recorded in detail the household registration, skills, and disability of each injured person.

It was a thick book, recording the names of 132 people.

"I'll give this booklet to you. You can arrange the personnel on it as you like. They will all be your subordinates from now on."

Weng Xiaoxiao looked at the heavy notebook, which represented real people. An invisible burden had fallen on her shoulders.

The first thing to solve is the problem of feeding more than a hundred mouths.

Weng Xiaoxiao's expression became serious.

The girl knew the weight of the burden, and needless to say, he had to help lighten it a little.

"I have marked out those who can be managers, that is, those who have served as centurions. Let them manage the people below, and you just need to find work for them."

Yang Shuo pursed his lips, apologetically, "Weng Xiao, it's not easy to make these soldiers sincerely convinced. My orders will be discounted once they leave the barracks. But they all admire capable people. I believe you can win them over and make them your helpers."

Weng Xiaoxiao curled her lips and glared at Yang Shuo, "I only ate two of your rabbits, it's a big loss."

With that said, the girl agreed. Yang Shuo laughed loudly and patted his chest in a very heroic manner, "It's not that easy. If you want to eat, I'll go get you another one."

"Their discharge procedures will be completed next month. Those who are willing to go with you can sign the contract. Those who don't want to go can collect their pensions and leave. In the end, I have done my best to fulfill my duty as a comrade."