The suicide camp has a bad reputation, but it is well-known on the battlefield. For those who know them in Anyang County, the suicide camp is a love-hate existence. Usually, they are soldiers, bullies, and cannot afford to offend. When they see the suicide camp on the road, they have to walk around the road. But at this time, there is such an army stationed outside the city, which gives everyone a support and a trust.

It’s not that the scissors are really eloquent. When he walked among the people and shouted loudly that he needed people to help build a defensive position, countless people waiting outside the city to get up silently and set off towards Maoer Mountain. The number of people made the scissors stunned there.

There are many people and great power. In just three days, the small Maoer Mountain completely changed the world and changed its appearance. The trees on the top of the mountain until the hill were cut down completely, leaving only a circle around the mountain at the foot of the mountain, and directly turned into bald heads. The earth walls rose out of thin air, and countless obstacles made of tree trunks were distributed across the mountain road, with several defense lines stacking in layers, from the hillside to the top of the mountain.

They even helped the Death Camp to dig two wells on the mountain. For the army defending on the mountain, drinking water is a huge problem. However, with these two wells, although it is a drop in the bucket for the two thousand troops, as long as he is, there is no danger of being thirsty to death.

The food is enough. Cheng Pingzhi gave enough food to them here for more than a month. If they can hold on for so long and live for so long, some large weapons such as crossbows and catapults will appear too much for such a hill and are placed quite a bit, but they can be used as inventory and replaced by damaged ones at that time.

The abundant supplies made the people in the suicide camp feel slightly better about Cheng Pingzhi.

"Dear fellow villagers." Standing at a high place, Zhang Xiaomao tried his best and shouted loudly: "We appreciate your desire to join us in helping defend our defense, but everyone has seen that this Hauer Mountain is so big, and it really can't accommodate too many people. When fighting, it is not the better the more people the better. At least in Hauer Mountain, it is enough to have us. You are not soldiers, and defending your country is not your duty. Thank you for helping us build this defensive position. While the people of Xiqin have not yet arrived, everyone should go into the city quickly. The city is safer."

After repairing the defensive position of Maoer Mountain, facing the common people who were in a turbulent manner and demanding to join the army, Zhang Xiaomao could only persuade him with great care, what a joke, and he really wanted to join the suicide camp, wouldn’t he harm them?

Cheng Pingzhi was correct at least one thing, that is, the death camp and the Western Qin people are indeed blood feuds. Over the years, did they rush to the forefront whenever they fought with the Western Qin people? When the Western Qin people came to Anyang City, they watched the death camp hanging alone outside, and they rushed up and swallowed the leather and bones without excitement? Keeping them would hurt them.

"Scissors, give ten taels of silver to the fellow villagers who came to help each other so that they can go into the city to hide. We still have a lot of silver, which is useless to us. Keeping it by our side is a complete burden." Zhang Xiaomao said loudly.

The people holding the silver turned around and walked towards Anyang City. Soon, the noisy Maoer Mountain became quiet, leaving only two thousand soldiers of the suicide camp, surrounded their military flags, stood on Maoer Mountain, and calmly waiting for the arrival of the enemy.

There is no expectation, no support, and no hope. The rest is only calm. The Death Camp, which has fought an old war with the Western Qin people, naturally knows the weight of the Western Qin people. Not to mention the elite Thunder Army of the Western Qin from Yongdu, even the Western Qin border army that is broken and like a beggar army, is not enough to cover the combat power? It is a waste of life when fighting. Now there are only 2,000 people in the Death Camp, but facing the invading Western Qin army of more than 100,000. Not to mention the direct impact, the Death Camp can drown the Death Camp by one spitting.

The snoring sounds like thunder on the Maoer Mountain. These days, they have been exhausted. After the people retreated, they each started to set up the small traps they were good at before the position. Don’t underestimate these inconspicuous traps. This is not in their camp, and any of them can really kill people.

Zhang Xiaomao himself comes from the Death Camp, and is naturally very clear about the command system of the Death Camp, and is also very clear about the characteristics of several troops. The brigade of the Wild Dog is still at the front line. This brigade dares to fight and fight, just like their commanders, is a mad dog. The scissors are dark, and the timing is accurate. The loopholes exposed by the enemy in a flash can be seen at a glance and can be used immediately. Therefore, he is behind the Wild Dog and is ready to attack at any time, while the monk is on the top of the mountain. This is the last position.

"The wild dog insisted on going to the front to command his soldiers personally, and asked the two soldiers to carry him away." Looking at Zhang Xiaomao's land, Shu Chang shook her head and said, "What can he do when he goes to the front? He can still call him except for a mouth, and he can do nothing."

"The wild dog is right to do this. He has been leading this brigade in recent years. He is here, and even if he can't take action, his soldiers will feel at ease when they look at him." Zhang Xiaomao sat down. "The wild dog's injury is not a problem, right?"

"If it weren't for this damn war, you could recover after a few months of cultivation." Shu Chang smiled and said, "But now?"

"It's all the same!" Zhang Xiaomao interrupted him, "Doctor Shu, go, while it's still time, as long as you are not on our position, you can save your life. You are a soldier, not a person from the Death Camp. If you walk down this position and enter the city, no one will make things difficult for you."

Shu Chang stared at Zhang Xiaomao for a while, then suddenly waved her hand and slapped Zhang Xiaomao loudly. "Monk, he said, am I a person from the Death Camp?"

The monk who spread himself in a large shape smiled and said, "Kitten, who dares to say that Doctor Shu is not a member of our camp? Just pull a soldier from our camp to ask? Doctor Shu is the second-ranked figure in our camp except Boss Qin. Everyone is flattering!"

"You Zhang Xiaomao left early, and I'm too lazy to care about you, otherwise today would be a slap. Shu Crazy will not only save people? Doctors, killing people may not be slower than you." Shu Chang snorted.
Chapter completed!