Some of the wooden houses near the outer barracks have been pushed down at this moment. The fish soup in front of the porridge shed is scattered on the ground and the pot is gone. There are people in the crowd of hundreds of people holding pots on their heads, and three or four carriages are also wrapped in the team by these people.

Han Zhenhan was a little angry and couldn't help but speed up his pace. Everyone who followed Han Zhenhan to the meeting followed. Just as Han Zhenhan wanted to squeeze into the crowd, several young and strong men rushed out from Han Zhenhan's left and right.

Han Zhenhan looked back and saw that behind him was filled with people, while Lao Fan stood aside, pinching his waist and panting. The people who rushed up were not only the 800 brothers brought by Han Zhenhan, but also a large number of peripheral members of the Brotherhood. After a life-and-death battle with Batulu, both the cohesion and centripetal force of the Brotherhood had qualitative changes.

With thousands of numbers, you can resist tens of thousands of regular troops. Whether you have knowledge or have no knowledge, the people involved are extremely proud, let alone killing more enemies than your total.

With the training of the "veterans" of the new regiment, the Brotherhood seemed to be a fission of the new regiment, but the purpose and direction changed. Hundreds of young men joined the queue to maintain order and confront the rioters.

The young men rushed out of the fortress had never experienced starvation and freezing, and were more imposing. With the cooperation, they cut the originally chaotic people into two parts.

There were also more than a dozen people left behind Han Zhenhan as the force to protect Han Zhenhan at any time. Han Zhenhan was very satisfied with the performance of the brothers in the Brotherhood. Soldiers were the courage of generals, and generals were the soul of soldiers. The subordinates had such performances, and the character Sichuan was turned on Han Zhenhan's brows also faded a little.

After the crowd was dispersed, a road was left in the middle with two carriages parallel. The dramatic thing was that a carriage was still on the empty road. The people who were washed away didn't know what was going on for a moment, and the whole scene became a little quieter.

This is the first time Han Zhenhan has been in front of these refugees. Boss Bai and Lao Fan usually deal with refugee matters. For the refugees, this man standing in the center is unfamiliar.

But this person's spirit made every refugee present think that he was not an ordinary person, which may be what people often call aura. The quiet crowd made Han Zhenhan have a plan in his mind, and he walked slowly to the lonely carriage.

On the carriage was a thick-faced old man with a wrinkled face. His hands were still holding the reins tightly, and he sat on the left side of the harness turned his head to look at Han Zhenhan who walked into him.

"Old man, where are you going?"

"I...I...I...I'll go home, me!"

"Oh, you're going home...but is this carriage yours?"

"This car belongs to Boss Bai. Boss Bai has some cars, and it's not bad for this one, hehe..."

As he spoke, the old man showed a simple smile, bared his mouth with yellow teeth soaked in alkaline water. He slipped out of the shaft and released the reins in his hand.

"Oh! You are very familiar with Boss Bai, but did he give you the fish in this car?"

The old man was asked by Han Zhenhan's left question and the right question. He was anxious in his heart. He thought that this fish was for refugees, so he naturally gave it to himself. He said,

"Ah! Yes! This fish is for me to eat!"

With his neck in his arms, the old man didn't dare to look at Han Zhenhan's eyes. He looked at the irrelevant direction, but he still secretly looked at Han Zhenhan's expression with Yu Guang.

"Bai Yuming!"

Han Zhenhan didn't even look at the old man. His unreasonable expression was said that those who had made great contributions could control their tempers, but Han Zhenhan had never seen such a shameless person, and he could say such words.

His roar directly scared the two people, one was the "messy" old man in front of him, and the other was Boss Bai who was jogging over. Han Zhenhan almost never called Boss Bai's real name.

Only when he was not familiar with him at first, he would occasionally scream, but after he became familiar with him, he never called Boss Bai his real name. Boss Bai certainly knew that he was not the fault, but Han Zhenhan didn't get angry much. However, once he started to fire, the firepower would be quite large.

When he ran to Han Zhenhan, he was a standard military salute, stood at the sight of his salute, and the dust on the ground stomped to the height of his calf. When the old man saw that the high-ranking official, Boss Bai, ran to the young man in a manner, his eyes widened, with horror and disbelief.

Because the young man in front of him was wearing ordinary clothes, he looked handsome and did not look rich, how could he call a high-ranking official like Boss Bai and whisper it to him?

Just when he couldn't understand all this, Han Zhenhan's voice roared again,

"Boss Bai! Is this car yours?"

"no!"

Han Zhenhan pulled his neck and shouted, and Boss Bai also pulled his neck and answered with the sound he used to do the dispatch on weekdays.

"Is the fish in this car yours?"

"no!"

"Whose car and this fish belong to?"

"Report! It's from the Brotherhood!"

Han Zhenhan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the old man who was covered in sweat, but couldn't laugh on his face, the old man with trembling mouth continued to speak,

"Who handles this car?"

At this time, Boss Bai did not answer immediately, but went forward and looked down at the bottom of the shaft on the right. Because this is the least likely place to wear, the places where the vehicle is different from the person in charge are here.

"Report! It's Hu Li's car from the 1st Company of the Second Battalion!"

"Old fox's car?"

Boss Bai shouted and answered, but Han Zhenhan did not shout again, because Hu Li and Han Zhenhan were particularly impressed by him. This was a veteran who was so cunning that he was arrested as a strong man recently, but no one could tell whether he was arrested or had committed a crime.

The old fox is the nickname that everyone gave him according to his name. As his name is, although he is cunning, he is a man with implicit feelings. Inspired by Han Zhenhan's full salary, careful leadership of troops, and asking him to read and read, he admires Han Zhenhan from the bottom of his heart. He is always slick with anyone and dares not speak when he arrives in front of Han Zhenhan.

This is also the reason why Han Zhenhan asked questions. The old fox never suffered a loss. How could his car get under the old man's butt...

Just as Han Zhenhan was looking around, Shunzi came over from opposite Han Zhenhan, supporting a middle-aged man with red blood on his head. The person Shunzi was supporting was Hu Li, the old fox himself.

"I'm embarrassing you, let the old guy give me a humble man."

With Shunzi's support, the old fox walked to Han Zhenhan, without feeling wronged or talking nonsense, but felt a little guilty and embarrassed.

Han Zhenhan's eyes moved away from the blood on the old fox's head, and then turned his gaze to the old man.
Chapter completed!