Guanzhong is bad, Shandong is good.

There is no reason, let go of the facts.

Don't think others think, just think.

The reason is very simple. If Guanzhong really looks up, the three auxiliary players have really become better, and the cavalry really wins, then the hardships they have endured over the years...

Isn't it just a waste of food?

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North of Yuncheng Basin.

Emei Ridge.

On the slope.

I don’t know when it started, but in Emei Ridge, rows of crooked and untidy simple sheds were built along the shelter of the ditch.

Because Emei Ridge, also known as Emei Plain, has a high terrain, so it is relatively dry. Although the sheds built along the shelter of the ditches are not good-looking, it makes the greatest use of the original terrain of Emei Ridge.

Simple but not simple.

To be honest, only the current cavalry army has the ability to mobilize soldiers and people to join forces to build large-scale projects in a short period of time. Otherwise, even if the civil servants led by Zhang Xiu's army or Xun Chen were able to do more labor, they might not be able to do it quickly and well.

The same people and the same things may be able to build a bridge that will last for a hundred years and turn the natural barrier into a thoroughfare, but it can also be built into a tofu that cannot last for three to five years, and a heavy truck can crush it.

The same Han Dynasty, the same Han flag, and the same Han army are now completely different.

This contradiction will continue to exist for a long time.

After pressing the last stone to make sure the felt would not slip behind, a man climbed down the roof and jumped off the ground. He then slapped the mud and dust on his body and complained: "What's this? I don't know what crazy he was, but he came here to build this hairy thing in the middle of the night... This place is in the wilderness, and there is not so much grass in raising livestock. Who would come here if you let someone live there? Isn't it a waste of effort to build so many sheds?"

The leader who was checking the solidity of the shed heard this and shouted in a low voice: "Shut up! I think you're just idle! Didn't you see that this place is not only the people from our village? People have been drawn from the villages around Linfen, and there must be something big! Otherwise, who would you think you would be blowing the cold wind here? Then......

The leader pointed to the distance, "Look at all those soldiers are working, and you are asking you to do some small things, and you are talking so much nonsense!"

The man looked up and saw a group of Hussar soldiers in armor building a shed in the distance. He laughed a few times, said nothing, picked up the wooden beams and pillars beside him, and started to build the next shed.

On the other side, in the middle of the shed that was built earlier, there were also some people busy with their butts sticking out. These people were digging out the stove directly on the ground. This is the benefit of the yellow soil. No matter how you dig it on the ground, it will not be like a rotten smell in the deep mountains and old forests, and there is no need to dry it deliberately. Most of them can be directly installed on the pot for use.

These are obviously the people who are preparing water and fire.

On the side of the shed were piled with food that had just been unloaded.

Several soldiers on duty beside the food and grass were muttering while helping.

"I want me to tell you, this General of the Cavalry is stupid again... There are so many refugees in the south, and it doesn't matter if the family and two families are together, but now there are so many people who really don't do anything, stay here to take care of two meals... Tsk tsk, how much food will be consumed... Then let go of your stomach and eat... How can you get so many mouths?"

"That's not something we worry about. No matter what, the boss wants us to do it, just do it, it's not about eating your food... Come on, just fight the pot over and light a fire first to see if the flue leaks..."

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Below Emei Ridge, near the earth plateau.

Many soldiers were looking into the south direction.

The flat and sparse smoke and dust in the distance rose at the farthest point of view. Then, after a long time, I saw some dark spots squirming in the smoke and dust.

"Here you... check the guardrail rope again!"

『The flag is well set!』

Slowly, refugees came towards Emei Ridge.

Stop, it was difficult, like a walking zombie.

He was tied up and carried some packages and loads.

There are children in front of you, and there are family belongings behind you.

Earth gray, earth yellow, earth black.

It's a mess.

The face that was dark brown by the sun, the rough and cracked face, the blank eyes, the expression was dazed and the expression was dull.

The Hussars under Emei Ridge boarded their horses and slowly headed towards the refugee wave ahead.

When the cavalrymen came, the refugees had an uncontrollable restlessness and riot, but they soon calmed down under the three-colored flag.

"Don't be afraid, fellow villagers!"

"The villagers walked forward, followed the road, followed the sign!"

Although the accents are a little different, the word "Friends" seems to be born with a soothing power.

It is obvious that these Hussar cavalry who came were not fellow refugees, and even the same tribes may not be consistent, because some were Huns and Qiang people. However, the three-colored flags above these people and the words "Friends" shouted in their mouths made these refugees gradually stop running, stagnant, suspiciously, looking at the Hussar cavalry who came...

"You can only eat if you line up!"

"Did you see the sign in front of you? Follow it!"

"There is hot soup and cakes! Whoever dares to make trouble will have no food!"

The Hussars were all armed with weapons, but no one raised them toward the refugees. So even if these Hussars were rude, their attitude was not gentle, but the refugees' hearts calmed down.

As long as there is a stutter...

Even if you die, you won’t be a starving ghost.

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"Come on, fellow villagers, eat something first... Although there are not many things, I can always keep my stomach first..."

A wooden bowl and a spoonful of hot soup.

A wooden plate, a cooked cake.

If it is said to be of value, it is indeed nothing.

There are basically only some oily seeds in the hot soup. They are just scratched with some fat before boiling water. The stewed porridge and wild vegetables that are too thin to be more green.

As for the cooked cakes, they are even dark and small, mixed with a lot of impurities of wheat bran. In order to cook consistently, they are specially made into steamed buns with hollow appearance, which looks a little big but is actually very small.

But such simple food made every refugee cry.

Because this is the food that people eat.

"Please take all the wooden bowls and plates, don't throw them away! If you lose them, you can't get food!"

"Walk forward after you get the food! Go forward!"

"Line up! When the queue is messy, no one eats food!"

In a long queue, the refugees were moving slowly.

The chaotic refugees were gradually sorted out into rows when they passed the pass of Emeiling.

After all, this is the terrain here. There are only a few channels, just like natural diversion devices.

Although the pre-built wooden stakes and ropes cannot really stop those with ulterior motives, they can make most refugees move forward in order, which makes some of the people mixed in a little bit of restraint even if they want to do anything.

In the chaos, several or even dozens or hundreds of people running around were not very conspicuous.

But in a relatively orderly queue, as long as a person who does not follow the queue comes out, it will immediately attract the attention of sentries on high places...

The wooden bowl and wooden plate held in the hand stabilized the hearts of these refugees at the beginning.

Even if a bowl of hot soup and a pancake cannot immediately make them eat well, it will calm their emotions and are more willing to obey the guidance and orders of the Hussars.
Chapter completed!