Zhao Wen looked at the corpse in front of him and was speechless for a long time.

"Oh, how pitiful." Zhao Wen sighed, then turned his head and stopped looking at the corpse.

After everyone had completely cleaned the beacon, there was already a glimmer of light in the eastern sky.

Zhao Wen stood in the center of the beacon and said, "Brother Song, what should we do with this collapsed wall? Is it possible that we just ignore it?"

"How is it possible? After the sky is completely bright, I will go and mix some mud to patch up this wall. Otherwise, if the wind blows, people will freeze to death." Song Hu gathered firewood on the ground and lit it with a fire sickle.

The temperature in the entire beacon increased a bit. Zhao Wen sat next to the fire, and the firelight illuminated his face red.

After an hour, it was already bright and the fire in the beacon gradually dimmed.

Zhao Wen stood up from the ground, rubbed his groggy eyes, and then said to Song Hu: "I'm going to use the toilet in the nearby woods."

Song Hu looked at Zhao Wen and said, "Why do you have to run so far to go to the toilet?"

"I'll go to the toilet and get some firewood, otherwise the fire will be extinguished." Zhao Wen looked at Song Hu with a guilty conscience.

In fact, Zhao Wen did not go to the toilet at all, but found a deserted place and returned to the warehouse.

Zhao Wen walked alone to a bush not far from the beacon. He looked around and found no one else, so he rolled up his left sleeve.

Zhao Wen stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the black mark on his left arm.

"Whoosh!"

A white light flashed and Zhao Wen disappeared.

Zhao Wen landed in the warehouse. He dusted off his butt and walked directly to the largest warehouse in the center.

Zhao Wen returned to the warehouse mainly to replenish some ammunition. After all, the ammunition had been almost consumed when he killed those Tatar cavalry last time.

Zhao Wen moved a box containing bullets from the shelf, took out several magazines, and filled them all with bullets.

Zhao Wen stuffed the four or five loaded magazines into his arms, with a sneer on his lips: "Huh, Tatars, I don't believe you are invulnerable."

Zhao Wen pinned the Big Black Star to his waist, and then took two more from the box containing Type 67 wooden handle grenades.

After everything was done, Zhao Wen reappeared in the bush.

He looked around and saw no one, so he picked up some firewood from the ground and returned to the beacon.

The fire in the beacon had dimmed. Zhao Wen saw that no one doubted him, so he hurriedly put the firewood in his hand on the fire.

"boom!"

The fire began to glow with life again and began to burn.

Liu Wu squatted next to the fire, holding a wooden stick and stirring up the fire.

A large amount of air entered the fire, and the entire fire burned more violently in an instant.

Liu Wu put down the wooden stick in his hand and took out an iron pot with a corner missing from the bag he was carrying.

Among so many people, Liu Wu is the only one who can cook.

Liu Wu blew the dust in the iron pot with his mouth, then placed it on the fire, took off the water bag from his waist, and poured the water into it.

The flames licked the bottom of the iron pot, and soon the water in the iron pot began to boil.

Song Hu took out a large coarse porcelain bowl, scooped out a bowl of hot water, and drank it slowly.

Zhao Wen saw some impurities in the iron pot rising and falling as the hot water rolled, and he suddenly lost the idea of ​​drinking hot water.

Liu Wu added a handful of firewood to the bottom of the pot, and then took out a rag bag.

The rag bag contained some millet. Liu Wu opened the rag bag, poured the millet into a large porcelain bowl, and blew on the rice husk on it.

I didn't even wash it and poured it directly into the pot.

A group of people were sitting around the fire. Li Xiaosan's face was red, and he was looking straight at the millet in the iron pot, and the rice was dripping all over the floor.

"Hehe, I still have some pickles here." Zhao Daniu laughed playfully, and then mysteriously took out a piece of black pickles from his bag.

Liu Wu took the pickles, wiped them casually, then took out his saber, cut the pickles into small pieces, and put them into the iron pot.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Liu Wu took the iron pot off the fire and put it aside.

A scent of millet filled the entire Fengsui.

Li Xiaosan didn't care about anything else, he took out his bowl, reached into the iron pot and scooped out a large bowl of pickled vegetables and millet porridge.

Liu Wu scooped up a bowl of millet porridge and put it in Zhao Wen's hand.

"Eat, otherwise you won't have the energy to work later." Song Hu looked at the troubled Zhao Wen and advised.

"Yes, yes, eat it quickly. This millet porridge is so fragrant. Brother Liu's cooking is really delicious." Li Xiaosan said with a satisfied look on his face while holding the bowl.

Zhao Wen looked at the dark pickles and black millet in the bowl, so he bit his teeth and poured it into his mouth.

Fortunately, the millet porridge is not hot now, otherwise, Zhao Wen would have to spit it out.

After Zhao Wen drank the millet porridge, he suppressed his nausea and said, "I'm full, I won't eat anymore."

"Are you full now?" Liu Wu looked at Zhao Wen in surprise.

This is just one bowl, can you be full? What’s more, this millet porridge is so thin that people can be seen in it.

Zhao Wen put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands and said, "I'm really full. You don't need to worry about me. I'll go out and get some fresh air."

Zhao Daniu looked at Zhao Wen going out and whispered: "Brother Zhao must have been the son of a wealthy family before. Otherwise, there is no way he wouldn't be able to eat this food. You didn't see it just now. His face was slapped together."

"

"Shut your mouth. Can't the millet porridge still shut your mouth?" Song Hu put down the bowl and chopsticks and glared at Zhao Daniu.

"Hiccup~"

Song Hu let out a long burp, and then said: "Daniu, Wang Qi, Liu Wu, the three of you follow me to mix the mud. Xiaosan, you stay here and clean these bricks."

Since they had no weapons at hand, Song Hu and others had no choice but to use sabers to dig on the ground.

Zhao Wen leaned against the door frame and looked at Song Hu who kept digging.

Half an hour later, a huge mound of soil appeared in front of Song Hu and others.

Li Xiaosan took everyone's helmets and ran to a small river not far from Fengsui to get some water.

Li Xiaosan poured water on the soil, poured some firewood, and then started stirring with a waist knife.

Adding some firewood to the soil can improve the viscosity of the mud and make the bricks and tiles bond more firmly.

"I used to be a skilled mason, and I was very famous throughout the country." Zhao Daniu smeared some mud on the green bricks, pressed them on the ground, and boasted without blushing or heartbeat.

Li Xiaosan squatted next to him, handed Zhao Daniu a brick, and said with a smile: "I think you are bragging?"

Zhao Daniu rolled his eyes and said: "What do you know? My craftsmanship is very exquisite. What do you think, do you want to become my teacher?"

"Tch, I'm not going to bow."

…

After the wall was completely repaired, the sky gradually became dark.

A crescent moon hangs in the sky.

"I will keep vigil today, you can go to sleep first." Song Hu said to the people sitting on the kang.

The firewood in the fire pit is burning, making the entire fire pit steaming.

Although it is only September, it is already very cold due to the Little Glacier.

"I'll go with you." Zhao Wen jumped down from the kang and took a long knife full of gaps on the bedside.

This long sword was left behind by the soldiers who died in the beacon fire. Song Hu saw that Zhao Wen didn't have a suitable weapon, so he gave the sword to Zhao Wen.

Song Hu looked at Zhao Wen, frowned and said, "The weather is so cold, can you bear it?"

"You can bear it, why can't I?" Zhao Wen said unconvinced.

"Okay, let's go." Song Hu couldn't resist Zhao Wen, so he had to agree with Zhao Wen's idea.

Before leaving, Zhao Wen and Song Hu wrapped all the clothes that Zhao Daniu and others had taken off around themselves.

Zhao Wen stood on the beacon tower, looking at the stars in the sky, and was speechless for a long time.

When Song Hu saw Zhao Wen like this, he thought that Zhao Wen was homesick, so he didn't bother him.

The two people just stood on the beacon tower, quietly looking into the distance.

A gust of night wind blew, and Zhao Wen tightened his tight clothes.

Zhao Wen looked into the distance, feeling sleepy.

After all, everyone traveled all night last night and had to clean up the beacons, so they didn't have a good rest.

Therefore, Zhao Wen became tired after standing for a while.

"Brother Zhao, there is a situation."
Chapter completed!