That night, in the small shacks, the new refugees who had just moved in were tossing and turning, and almost no one fell asleep.

Compared with last night, when I spent the night in fear in the burned-out outpost, the environment here is definitely much better. There is no need to worry about sudden Tatar attacks, and there is no biting cold wind. Although the smell is not good in the shack half buried underground.

It smells so good, but it doesn't matter once you get used to it. There is felt on the thick straw, and a thick blanket covering you. Even the old shabby hut in my house may not be as comfortable as this.

But this made the refugees rather uncomfortable. It has to be said that this person is sometimes relatively mean. These escapees were used to living a hard life, but the suddenness of happiness made it difficult for them to accept it. During the day

I didn't dare to talk nonsense, and I didn't have time to think about it carefully. At this time, when people lay down in the dead of night, many people began to mutter and ponder secretly in their hearts...

Is there any trap hidden in this? Is this Qiong Haijun, who wears weird clothes, has weird hairstyles, and behaves even weirder, really so kind? Giving them white rice and noodles to strangers who escaped, they even gave them felt blankets. Could it be that they

Is the food and cloth really so abundant?

Or... what is the ulterior purpose of short-haired people? For example, to trick people into going to Nanyang to work as coolies? But even if it is to work as a coolie, it is better than being massacred by Tatars anytime and anywhere, right? At least short-haired people

They went to great lengths to arrange for them to have food, shelter and bedding. They certainly didn't want them to die. As long as they could survive, they would have achieved their original purpose of escaping from the Tatar rule. Isn't it just to survive?

What.

As long as they can survive, there is hope for everything. Most of the new refugees think so, and they all go to sleep with good hopes. However, there are always exceptions to everything, such as the two people hiding in a certain shack...

Since there were only two people, the amount of straw handed out was not much. It was only enough to lay one floor. This was not a problem in the management's mind. It would be warmer if we squeezed each other.

But at this moment, there was only one person lying on the straw bunk. He was still a young man, and the other had a gray beard and hair. The old man with a vicissitudes of life was huddled in the corner, wearing only an old clothes and the felt and blankets were all covered up.

The young man took over, even though they were referred to as uncle and nephew when they were mixed with the refugees and after entering the camp.

However, the old man obviously had no consciousness of being an "elder" at all, and instead said to the young man in a humble tone:

"Master, we have finally escaped to the short-haired land. Shall we go to join their government tomorrow?"

"Don't worry. Now that we've settled down and these shorthairs are so generous, it wouldn't be a bad idea to eat their white rice porridge for a few days... Humph. It's actually porridge made from pure white rice. It's not even mixed with any other grains.

The grain has not gone moldy, and the shorthair is indeed richer than the legend says."

The young "master"'s eyes were full of shrewdness, and he sneered:

"Li Yongfang is not lazy these days. He has sent many people to sneak in. I have recognized two of them today. I guess they will make some moves recently. After they attack, no matter whether they succeed or not,

No matter how short-haired it is, it will definitely be greatly shocked. Only when we go to seek refuge will we be taken seriously."

"Master is indeed brilliant. He is indeed the most outstanding talent of our Wusu clan."

The old man said with a look of reverence on his face, but the young man sneered:

"Okay. Old guys, we're all here now, so you don't have to flatter me all day long. In the short-haired world, I don't know how the rules of master and slave are going to change."

As he spoke, the young man turned his head and took a deep look at the old man. However, there was no clue about the old man's always humble face. The young man sighed and said in a more sincere tone:

"Anyway, you are also my father-in-law. You have watched me grow up since I was a child. If I die, no one will want you, an old man. Even if you are sold to someone else's house, you will truly become an old slave.

Okay. The next time the Great Khan sends out his troops, you, an old and weak person, will fill in the trenches... If I take you to escape, I will be worthy of my grandma."

The half-truth and half-false words immediately made the old man's eyes turn red, and he was about to burst into tears. At this time, the young man patted the bed beside him:

"Come here, squeeze in a little bit first. It's quite cold at night. It would be even more troublesome if you get sick from the cold."

"Yes, yes, thank you Master!"

The old man crawled over with tears of gratitude. Of course he did not dare to follow his master, but just occupied a position at his feet. Most of his body was actually still outside the bed on the ground, but this made him very satisfied, just like a sleeping bird.

The loyal dog at the owner's feet soon began to make a deep sound.

The young man continued to look at him with a rather complicated look for a while. Being a slave has its advantages, that is, you don't have to think too much. Anyway, including his life and death, everything is decided by the master. But as a master, the things to consider are

Too many... With all kinds of thoughts swirling in his mind, the young man finally fell into sleep.

This young man's judgment ability was pretty good. Just one day later, spies led by Li Yongfang, the famous espionage master of the Later Jin Dynasty and the grandson of former Liaodong general Li Chengliang, used various means to lurk in Lushunkou. No, a big group of spies started to take action.

Early in the morning, Pang Yu and Xi stood outside the Nancheng camp, looking at the port area where black smoke was still rising. Their expressions were not very good...

Hou Jin was really good at using time. Although Pang Yu had long thought that there must be Hou Jin's spies among the refugees, he still underestimated the scale and determination of the other party's actions. Those people's actions were very decisive, and their attack targets were also clear:

First, a group of people set fire to and made noise in the refugee camp in the middle of the night, trying to stir up all the refugees and create chaos. Another group of people took advantage of the chaos and rushed into the camp to set fires everywhere, especially in the warehouse area, launching a fierce attack in an attempt to destroy Qiong Haijun.

Material supplies.

Of course, Qiong Haijun had already been prepared for this. The refugee camp was not a large area but was divided into a number of small camps, separated by fences and fire escapes to prevent spies from causing trouble. Including the refugees themselves,

We have all been told repeatedly: There must be Tatar spies among so many fleeing people. We should always be more careful. Don’t be left alone, don’t go to remote places, and don’t listen to rumors. If you encounter camp roars, fires, etc. at night,

You can leave the shack and take refuge in an open area. Each camp has a dedicated open area, which is usually used as a place for drying and activities. It can be used for gathering people when necessary, but shouting, running and other behaviors are absolutely not allowed. Especially

They are not allowed to leave the camp. Anyone who dares to cross the fence and run outside the camp will be regarded as a spy and be killed without mercy.

Under these strict rules, most of the refugees remained calm. The spies once made a big noise, but in the end they could not destroy many areas. The material warehouse they focused on attacked, because the same

It is also a key defensive target. The Houjin spies dropped dozens of corpses without achieving any effect. They couldn't even light a small fire.

However, after all their fussing all night, they had some success. The floating barrel trestle deep into the sea on the other side of the pier was burned down. After all, the trestle was entirely made of wooden boards and empty barrels, with a lot of hay spread on it to prevent slipping. The front section was set on fire.

, no one behind can get up, and naturally there is no way to save it.

Of course, this is not a big problem for Qiong Haijun. Under Pang Yu's personal leadership, the engineers repaired the trestle in only half a day. Several sections of the trestle were originally burned down. There were empty barrels, wooden boards and other spare materials in the warehouse.

Quite a few, just replace them.

However, the Houjin side seemed to have found a breakthrough. The trestle had just been repaired, but it was burned down again that night. This time it was not that there was a rebellion in the refugee camp, but that the Houjin side dispatched a small force. They rowed quietly from the sea in the middle of the night.

When I got closer, I used grease and gunpowder, and this time the fire was very thorough. After a night of fire, the entire trestle was completely reduced to ashes.

Now even Pang Yu was helpless. The supplies were insufficient and repairs could not be made in the short term. Originally, this was nothing. It was just that it was more difficult for the liner sent from the rear to dock. Anyway, they had not been transporting large quantities of materials recently. They really needed to

In case of emergency, we can also use a small boat to transport it.

The people in the Qiong Navy didn't pay much attention to it. But in the eyes of the locals, it seemed to be a huge event. Soon, rumors spread secretly that the dock was destroyed and Qiong Town's support was no longer available. People like them

About to be abandoned!

There is no market for such words to shake the morale of the army in Qiong Haijun, and it is impossible for Jie Xi to allow anyone to spread this argument. However, it became more and more popular among the Dongjiang Army on the other side of Huanglong. It was obvious that someone was secretly adding fuel to the flames, and Huang Longzhi

The weakness of the military's incompetence was fully exposed. It was unable to control public opinion in the military, and it even began to affect this side.

And Jie Xi was angered by this.

"A temporary trestle is actually being promoted as our only escape route? Okay! Then I'll show you how wide our Qiong Haijun's 'retreat path' is!"

"Send a telegram to Weihai and ask Nanhai and Chen Jun to borrow supplies from the Northern Fleet and make a batch for us to send over!"

This kind of temporary trestle requires nothing more than empty barrels and planks, and the stock here in Lushun is limited. However, Weihaiwei Port will serve as the home port of the Northern Fleet or Beiyang Fleet after the main force of the navy is separated in the future. Although it is still operated by the third

The regiment operates and manages the regiment, but the Navy has also begun to stockpile supplies there. It is difficult to store weapons and ammunition for the time being. Various timber spare parts are piled up like mountains, and there are far more engineering and technical personnel than Lushun. Following Jie Xi’s order, Wu over there

Nanhai and Chen Jun, who had withdrawn early, immediately took action and built a large number of finished products in a very short period of time, which were towed and transported by ships.

So, on the afternoon of the third day after the old trestle was completely burned down, everyone at Lushunkou, including the refugees, the Dongjiang Army, and the secretly hidden Hou Jin spies, all looked at the huge Qiongqiong Bridge on the other side of the port with their mouths open.

The naval supply fleet appeared again. Although it was not like last time, there were several huge ships like mountains in it, but it was enough to completely ruin the so-called "abandoned by the rear".

In addition to sending another batch of food supplies, they mainly hauled a large number of finished trestles. After some quick assembly, not only did they completely restore the original trestles, they also added several additional ones that are now deep from the port terminal.

There is no longer a single floating barrel trestle in the ice-free area of ​​the sea, but a total of five! And each one is wider and stronger than the original one. They line up in a row to cover the entire sea surface of the port area, as if they are using a kind of short hair.

His unique upstart aura provokes those potential saboteurs:

“Welcome to do it!”

…………

"In exchange for a life with a plank of wood, I want to see how many more people you, Huang Taiji, can send to die!"

Jie Xi was also working hard and the spy war caused a lot of trouble to this side, but the price they paid was definitely not small: not one of the night raiders returned alive, including the spies the night before.

Anyway, whoever dares to sneak attack Qiong Haijun's camp, regardless of the outcome, must first be prepared to die.

Such soldiers who are not afraid of death are a scarce resource in any armed group. Jie Xi cannot believe that there are so many heroes in Houjin who are not afraid of death. The fact is as he expected. After the five trestles were repaired, Houjin really did not want them.

I was interested, but later I sent death squads to destroy it, but I didn't bother to think about the trestle bridge.

And this performance of Qiong Haijun's display of its material reserves and engineering technology capabilities also played an additional role. After the young "master" saw everything that happened around this trestle, he finally no longer hesitated and did not

Anyone who delays will take the initiative to surrender to the management overnight.

His old servant didn’t quite understand this:

"Master, why are you in such a hurry? Didn't you say you should wait and see for a while before talking?"

"It's not necessary. If you mess with this kind of opponent, Daikin will definitely not be able to win. If you take the initiative to defect, you can still hide your background. If you are found out, you will be in bad luck."

The young man has been living in the refugee camp these days and has received a lot of education from the managers. Although due to his background and mentality, he is not interested in education such as "confession and leniency", but at least he is not interested in "resistance and leniency".

The word "strict" is still a bit scary.

Since the refugee camp has been attacked by sneak attacks, the spies are being strictly investigated in the past few days. Although he was lucky enough to escape the previous rounds of investigations, he doesn't know if he will have such good luck in the future. After all, as a Manchurian, he cannot behave like this.

Just like those who escaped, sooner or later the trap will be revealed.

What's more, there is this old slave next to him. Even if he has always been very respectful, no one knows what will happen to his psychology if he stays here for a long time.
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