If you want to escape the military disaster in front of you and persevere until the Later Jin retreats, you must have enough food in your hands.

Thinking of this, Wei Zheng sighed and asked directly to Zhao Yun in front of him: "Old Zhao, you are the closest person to me in the entire parcel. Tell me how many families there are left in our parcel. According to my deacid, the Later Jin Tartars that surrounded Zunhua City will never retreat in a few months. If there is no food, we will definitely not be able to survive the retreat of the Later Jin Tartars..."

Hearing the word "family foundation", Zhao Yun's honest face turned dim.

After taking a deep breath, he replied under Wei Zheng's gaze: "One of the boss, there were more than 140 people in our village. However, because of today's losses, more than 140 people beat the last 63 people."

Seeing the disappointed expression flashing on Wei Zheng's face, Zhao Yun followed closely and added: "Although there are only 63 people left, the remaining 63 people are all young and middle-aged without exception, and no one is dragged down by the old and weak."

At this moment, Wei Zheng suddenly interrupted, "Old Zhao, say a word in his heart, food is the most important thing in this world now. If there is no food, no matter how many people we have, it will be useless. At that time, there will be no need for the Tartars to attack us, even if we are hungry, we can starve to death."

"So, what I want to know most now is our grain reserves... How much grain is left in the entire copycat..."

"This..." Zhao Yun's facial expression, which was still gloomy just now, was actually covered in despair.

So a trace of bad premonition quickly came to Wei Zheng's mind.

He asked Zhao Yun back, "Old Zhao, do we have no food in our hands anymore... How could it be? We are bandits, how could we have no food? There is no food. We are too down-and-out as bandits..."

Hearing this, Lao Zhao seemed to think of more than 70 brothers who had just died at the hands of the Tartars. He replied to Wei Zheng with a heartache: "Big boss, if we have food in our hands, we would not take such a big risk to rob the Tartars who even officers and soldiers dare not fight with them in the wild. Our copycat would not lose more than 70 brothers at once..."

Although he had not seen the escape he had just experienced with his own eyes, through Zhao Yun's story in front of him, Wei Zheng had already understood that without those dead brothers, he would never have escaped the pursuit of the Tartars and returned to the clerk.

Whether it was out of the intention of avenging the dead brothers or out of his own hatred against the Tartars, that is, the Qing Dynasty in later generations.

Wei Zheng's face, which was still calm just now, was covered with an unprecedented seriousness. He comforted Zhao Yun in front of him with a firm tone: "Brother Zhao, don't worry, brothers will not die in vain. I, Wei Zheng, swear to the sky here that one day, I will make these Tartars pay their blood debts and make the Tartars pay the price..."

In Zhao Yun's opinion, Wei Zheng's guarantee is definitely a big talk to comfort him.

Because it is still unknown whether the current copycat can continue to persevere, let alone take revenge, and seeking the invincible Later Jin Tartar army to take revenge.

However, no matter what Wei Zheng thought, Zhao Yun's heartache face still showed a hint of relief.

After a brief thought, he replied to Wei Zheng: "One of the boss, we still have some food in our hands. However, all of these foods are coarse grains, and they can only maintain the needs of these people for seven days..."

Hearing this, a helpless wry smile quickly appeared on Wei Zheng's face and asked Zhao Yun: "Brother Zhao, I heard it right... The coarse grain that only lasts for seven days is also called food... I understand. We people say that they are a group of bandits who are gangsters, but in fact they are not much different from the refugees outside, and they can't even eat enough."

After saying that, he ignored Zhao Yun's ever-changing expression and continued, "There is no food, let alone silver, there must be no money. Besides, in this chaotic Zunhua territory, even if we have the money in our hands, we can't buy food..."

Just as the expression on Wei Zheng's face gradually changed from helplessness to disappointment, and then changed from disappointment to despair step by step.

Zhao Yun suddenly changed his words and said, "Of the boss, although we don't have much food in our hands, we have one thing in our hands, that is weapons."

"Since the Tartars knocked on the gate, as a large number of officers and soldiers collapsed without fighting, weapons in the entire Zunhua territory can be said to be everywhere. Our parody also took advantage of this opportunity to make a lot of money."

"Although the standard weapons that officers and soldiers could only possess before they set out today did not reach one person's hand. However, after losing so many people, almost every sixty-three people left, there was a standard weapon for officers and soldiers."

"If we were not Tartars, with such good weapons, we could even kill two or three hundred officers and soldiers."

Finally hearing such good news, Wei Zheng's desperate face also showed a hint of hope.

If you don’t have food, you can grab it from the Tartars. However, if you don’t even have weapons, you won’t even have the chance to grab it. Judging from the current situation, although the entire copycat is in a down-and-out manner, at least you still have the capital to continue to operate it.

Because Wei Zheng was only injured on the head, early the next morning, as if nothing had happened, he started to conduct the most basic physical training in the only yard of the copycat, which is his master's yard.

Although Wei Zheng has many combat skills that exceed this era in his memory, these skills require a certain amount of physical strength to be used. Although the body he currently occupies currently has brute force, if he cannot train all his limbs to be flexible, he will not be able to use many combat skills and movements he has learned.

So, just when it was dawn, Wei Zheng started a day of training.

However, what puzzled Wei Zheng was: he had been training in the compound for three hours, but the huge copycat was still not moving at all...

"Are these bandits still sleeping and don't usually train..." Wei Zheng, who had never really seen his more than 60 subordinates, thought to himself secretly.

At this moment, Zhao Yun happened to come to his compound. After seeing himself who was training, a stunned expression appeared on his face.

It was not until he asked about his doubts that Zhao Yun reacted from his shock.

"Of the boss, you won't even forget this... Although our copycat has a week's food, all of these foods have to be cooked into porridge before we can eat them. Brothers drink porridge three meals a day, and there is no meat, so how can we have the energy to train. In addition, in order not to get hungry, many brothers just lie on the ** and sleep." Zhao Yun answered for granted.

Wei Zheng, who had the last glimmer of hope for the clerk, was shocked again.

At the same time, I finally understood why in yesterday's battle, more than 100 bandits with absolute military strength could not even win the dozen Later Jin Tartars.

It was not that the Later Jin Tartars had too strong combat power, but that their subordinates, that is, the bandits had too poor combat power. Not only did they have poor combat power, but they also went to fight against the Tartars on hungry days.

In Wei Zheng's opinion, it was no different from sending death to such a group of people to fight against the elite Later Jin Tartars.

After a brief thought, he said firmly to Zhao Yun: "No, you can't let your brothers rest like this, otherwise, next time you meet the Tartars, we will have no room for fight back. We must let your brothers get up and train. Only after training can we go out to grab food. With food, we can live longer..."

Zhao Yun shook his head and asked, "Boss, I know you are thinking about everyone. However, if you can't even eat enough and don't get enough for several days without getting meat, how do you ask your brothers to train..."

Under Zhao Yun's gaze, Wei Zheng directly affirmed in an uncontroversial tone.

"If there is no food, we will find ways to find food. If there is no meat, we will find ways to find meat..."

Seeing Zhao Yun frowning in front of him and quickly falling into deep thought, Wei Zheng pointed to the mountain behind the mountain village and asked, "Brother Zhao, nothing unexpected happens. There must be a lot of prey in the mountain behind us..."

Zhao Yun's eyes lit up suddenly, but it quickly dimmed after only five seconds.

He nodded first, then shook his head, and finally said, "The boss, not only are there prey in the mountains behind him, but there are also many large prey like wild boars. However, we don't have bows and arrows, muskets, and we don't have hunters here, so we can't even see prey."

Survival in the wild is definitely the most basic lesson for a special forces soldier.

If you want to survive in the wild for a longer period of time, hunting is one of the compulsory courses for special forces. Wei Zheng, standing in front of Zhao Yun, was a very outstanding hunter in his previous life.

A smile flashed quickly across the corner of his mouth, and he decisively ordered Zhao Yun in front of him: "Who said that you can't hunt without bows and arrows? Don't worry, with me, the boss, I will definitely let everyone eat meat tonight..."

After saying that, he ordered Zhao Yun, who was shocked again in front of him, and said, "Brother Zhao, go find twenty good-good brothers immediately, bring shovels and big swords to go into the mountains to hunt with me. Please hurry up, now is the time to hunt..."

Zhao Yun did not leave immediately, but asked blankly: "You are the boss, you can hunt... But why have I never heard of when did you learn to hunt..."
Chapter completed!