After sleeping for a few hours, Zhou Qingfeng got up again. It was still dark. But today was the day of counterattack and war. He had to arrange all his more than 200 people like a grassroots company and platoon-level officer.
Among the more than 200 villagers who came out of Kuronuma Village, half were weak. These people could not do anything and could only be kept as sick patients.
According to the survival rules of the Black Forest, weak pariahs have no qualifications to survive. Being abandoned is a routine operation, and some will even be killed directly. Raising them is a complete waste of extremely precious food.
"Get up, get up, get up, everyone. Find your team leader and line up."
Zhou Qingfeng gritted his teeth and used the precious rations to cook porridge for the weak, risking their lives. As for the other half who were in slightly better condition, they had to eat and drink enough to prepare for work.
"First of all, I need ten people who can run errands and have good brains to convey my orders and contact subordinates and friendly forces."
Hearing Zhou Qingfeng's shouts, the villagers of Heimao Village came out of the tents where they were camping one by one. After the march mobilization, these elm-headed people seemed to have opened up a little bit and acted more actively - those who are lazy will be kicked out
Go without mercy.
Zhou Qingfeng pulled Rubio over and appointed this eloquent and sinister profiteer as the leader of the communications squad. "Rubio, take your people to call the leaders of other villages and tell them to rectify the troops. After dawn, we will
Set off."
Rubio, who has double triangular eyes, is currently considered a "general" under Uncle Zhou. He can understand his orders, make adjustments according to the actual situation, and do his job well. Just this flexibility and mobility are enough.
It’s worth burning incense to show your joy!
Rubio trotted away, while Wilson and his craftsmen packed up the extremely important trebuchet. Whether the next battle can be successful depends on whether these two war machines are working properly? There are more than fifty people responsible for escorting and ensuring
Safety.
Finally, there are the logistics workers who boil water and cook, and there are dozens of people. Since there is really no reliable manager, Zhou Qingfeng can only direct their work personally. Otherwise, the idiots in the team don’t know what will happen.
Something bad is coming?
Eating and hiding is a trivial matter, but it would be great fun if you get food poisoning. After all, these guys don't have good hygiene habits at all.
The chaotic yet orderly work was quite surprising. Even the villagers of Tieliang Village were woken up, and many people came to watch the excitement. Druinar came to see Zhou Qingfeng and brought him five servants.
Zhou Qingfeng is standing in front of several desks, determining how much flour to make bread. Different task staff have different ration standards, and the number of people eating is also different. The number of people below is not easy to determine, it all depends on him
Come and take control.
Although Zhou Qingfeng keeps yelling at his subordinates, specific problems can be solved quickly when presented to him, and any mistakes can be pointed out by him and quickly corrected.
Na'er looked aside for a long time before stepping forward to say hello, "Good morning, Sir Hugo. Last time you expressed your willingness to help me train a few servants, and I happened to send them over. I would like to express my gratitude to you again."
Going to war means going hungry. Not only does Zhou Qingfeng's logistics team have to provide three meals for his family, he also takes over part of the food supply for other teams. Baking bread is also a skill that many people don't know how to do.
Several servants behind Na'er were in a daze. They listened to Uncle Zhou yelling at the handyman like a cook and doing menial tasks - especially when he repeatedly emphasized that everyone must wash their hands to ensure hygiene, which was difficult.
Make people accept it.
There happened to be a plate of bread freshly baked, hot and fragrant.
Zhou Qingfeng casually took one and handed it to Na'er, "Try it, these days of fighting, our staple food is bread and dried meat, with enough hot water. I will ensure that everyone has a full stomach to fight.
"
While Narpin was trying to eat, Zhou Qingfeng glanced at the servant who was brought here and asked in a deep voice: "Is there anyone literate?"
Five heads shook together.
"What does it count?"
Only one nodded his head, while the other four shook their heads.
Zhou Qingfeng asked the nodding head: "What is four times four?"
The nodding head suddenly froze, and then he put up his ten fingers and tried to calculate.
"Stop." Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand, "I know your level. Do you see the big pot on the opposite side that is boiling hot water? Go to the hot water team to wash your hands and face first. I hope you are clean, and there is one that can make
A face I recognize clearly.
You guys join the communication group, Rubio will be your leader. Although that black-hearted profiteer has a bad intention, he has good abilities. I hope you can learn something during the internship."
After dismissing the five trainee servants in a few words, Zhou Qingfeng looked back at Naer.
The female druid had already eaten most of the bread and nodded seriously: "If we can ensure that we can have this kind of bread and enough hot water for every meal, I think we will win the next battle. Everyone.
I will follow your steps and never back down.”
Hahaha..., Zhou Qingfeng only took it as a compliment.
But Na'er said seriously: "We sent people to Baiya Village to investigate. It is said that Old Hughes and his gang were unable to guarantee hot food or even dry food outside the village wall.
A large number of goblin soldiers were sent to the front line every day, but they fled every day because of hunger. Even the traitors in the Gray Mud Village couldn't stand it, and they all complained that the supplies for this battle were a complete disaster.
It’s not that we don’t have supplies, they are all stored in Stupid Village. But it’s just a few kilometers away, and things just can’t be transported. I guess the management capabilities of Benn Church are not even half as good as yours.”
As Naer spoke, she solemnly put the remaining half of the bread into her backpack, took out the kettle and ran to the big pot of the hot water unit to fill a pot of boiling water and carry it on her back. "If
Don't worry about food and drink, victory will be really easy."
This time, the female Druid patted Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder gently and left with a smile. For the next battle, her confidence became stronger than Zhou Qingfeng's. But Uncle Zhou himself stayed in place for a long time - full
Isn’t it normal practice to drink enough?
After breakfast, Zhou Qingfeng asked the team to set off immediately. Fei Zhe and other village leaders also gathered their men, and two to three hundred people left Tieliang Village and slowly headed towards the first target, Violent Rat Village, a few kilometers away.
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Before leaving, each combatant received a day's supply of bread from Zhou Qingfeng's logistics team and filled a pot of hot water. Such a simple thing actually caused a wave of morale surge.
Fei Zhe and others worked hard all night last night and were so excited that they couldn't sleep at all. Everyone was slipping in and out of the Elf Mine, with all kinds of ideas. Some even thought that they could make a fortune by staying put and dividing the mine.
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Fortunately, this kind of idiotic thought has not become mainstream, but Zhou Qingfeng is deeply vigilant - we really can't have too high expectations for these bumpkin from the Black Forest. Their lower limit will always be beyond the imagination of normal people.
And when they found that their 'leader' had arranged the food and drink in an orderly manner without saying a word, the leaders of each family were happy and thoughtful - in the past, they had internal fighting, but they never considered this, and they prepared their own logistics.
Go home when you're done.
Zhou Qingfeng mounted his pony, took two trebuchets and craftsmen on his way to the battlefield. At the same time, the sentinel from the Violet Rat Village fled into his village in a hurry, shouting in panic
Saying 'Here they come, here they come, the troublemakers are coming.'