【Roasted wolf meat (cooked)】

The militia respectfully handed the wooden skewers to Adam—this man has become their support.

There is a lot of wild game in the mountains, but poisonous snakes and foreign objects are lurking in the fruit bushes, wolves and resentful spirits wandering in the forest, and weak refugees have become the bottom of the food chain.

They gradually lost their livestock and dried food. The carts were trapped in the swamp, and their companions disappeared one by one. The hunger and cold caused their mental collapse.

for a long time.

Finally someone walked forward and lowered his head beside Adam.

"My dear lord, thank you for saving our lives. Can you enjoy the food?"

The militia turned their attention to Adam so that he could make a decision, but the other party was just looking at the fugitives, and hunger had changed the complexion of the refugees.

The women who had just cried rushed up, and they did not dare to tear their tears on Adam, but their delicate tone and humble posture had already explained everything - they requested to take in and were willing to offer themselves.

Adam grabbed the other party's loose blouse, and she was trembling, her face turned pale and her tone was helpless.

"Sir...please..."

Adam let go, as if holding his anger in his arms, and pushed the begging refugee to the ground.

"That's it? You almost died here together just now, but now I put my hand on her clothes in front of you, but you just sighed at the destiny!"

He bent the refugees' backs with his eyes.

"Your arm is still there, you can still stand up. You have seven good guys, but I only have a few tips of wood and a piece of iron!"

Adam stared at the other party's shameful face, as if the drunkard was about to break the wine bottle before he showed his power, and threw the steel knife on the collapsed tree trunk.

The blade thrust into it with a buzzing sound, and the tail trembled.

"The guys behind me are much more backbone than you. Their lunch was hunted by themselves, and a few drops of blood replaced the lives of the hungry wolves."

The bandaged militia were particularly proud and showed the depth of experience in the world.

"Same, I will give you a job, cut off the branches of the needle pine, cut them into javelins, and exchange them for ten pieces of wolf meat!"

The apron in front of the woman was roughly pulled off by Adam. Before she could shed tears, she thought about how to grit her teeth and lie in the grass, and was hit on her face by a dirty white cloth.

Adam did not intend to pull off the clothes, but tied the thing into a simple cloth bag and threw it back.

"As for you, sorry, this kind of beauty is not enough to impress me outdoors. Can you pick some plants? Blue aconite grass and green celery, as long as you fill this bag, you will have some food to eat."

After Adam finished speaking, he turned around and sat down. He stared at the crackling fire, listening to sighs, grief, and crying...

It took a long time to hear the sound of the steel knife being pulled out of the tree trunk, and then the footsteps went away.

The map shows that the blue dots behind him have spread out. Adam and the militia in front of him are in contact with each other, nodding, indicating that these people are obedient and doing things.

While the militia were eating barbecue, the first javelin finally came up.

Adam weighed it. His [Long Pole Weapon] and [Shooting Technique] were not top-notch, but his level was not bad after all, and it could be seen whether it was good or bad.

The wooden javelin left his hand, and the concave and convex figure made it twist in the air. The whole pole came across and rolled to the ground like a drunkard falling down, slightly away from the target, and didn't even lift up some soil.

【Failed Wooden Javelin】

"You may have misunderstood something,"

Adam's face suddenly sank.

"Do I look like I'm giving you all, or wasting food kindly? This is work, sir, work! If you treat me like this, I promise to give you a good night's sleep!"

The refugees ran away in shame, and the others who worked were much more careful.

Adam instructed a militia to pick up the javelin, draw the sword and cut it short, and squirt it in his hand and waved it, and a whizzing sound!

There were originally village women who wanted to be lazy. They followed those who were honestly working. The aconite in their pockets might not be enough for a dish. They wanted to show off their tears or reveal a little when they bent down, in order to get the other party's tolerance.

But the sound of the broken wind of the wooden stick was extremely terrifying. It sounded like a tight skin and a deep heart. So it spread out one after another, bent down to pick it up in more blue and green places.

Adam sat on the rotten wooden stake, waved to the militia, whispered to a circle of people, pointing in a certain direction from time to time, or the iconic boulders and shrubs in the distance.

The team scattered everywhere, and these six people were Adam's real subordinates now.

They picked up wooden spears as instructed, called back the refugees who had walked away, and accurately pointed out the hidden corpse-speaker and stabbed poisonous snakes in the flawless haystack.

The militia limited the scope of the refugees' "work" to a certain area, and the distance was extremely accurate. Some monsters even wandered by within sight, but no one was discovered or attacked.

"God..."

The people who work hard are extremely shocked, but the militia are actually very touched.

"This mysterious gentleman must have grown up in the mountains, or mastered strange secret techniques!"

[The refugees are working as you ask, but the forest is too dangerous for them.]

Adam had a small map and ordered his subordinates to limit refugees to his own [reconnaissance] range, and then eliminate the small threats hidden in the corners. The red dots wandering in the distance were also notified in time - a miracle was born like this.

[The morale of the team increases, the charm increases, and management increases]

The first woman to complete her work was a woman. She had the lowest presence, no noisy, no laziness, and the plants in her cloth pocket were separated as much as possible, full.

"Good job, give her some clean water to avoid choking."

The woman squatted beside the fire, holding the wolf meat in both hands, biting it very hard, and couldn't help sobbing when she took the jar handed over by the militia.

This scene reminds Adam of Jane and laments the difficulties of women in survival in this world.

In fact, he is generous to such people who work hard, and at the same time he can't help but think about whether women are also releasing their pressure when men seek pleasure with protection or materials.

The javelins and plants were sent one after another, and Adam was basically satisfied. He asked the militia under his command to tie them into gun bags with wolf skin.

The wolf meat was divided into small pieces and was roasted to the right heat.

Adam's stick didn't come in handy, but just threw it behind a woman who had gained the least. Considering that there was nothing to pick within the boundary range, he raised his hand and let it go.

Under the supervision of his subordinates, there was no looting. Ten people were divided into two circles and they were crying. The militia did not feel guilty of helping the evil, but instead expressed deep gratitude to Adam.

They have been killed and robbed for a while, and even if they survive to Anton Vison, they will inevitably beg for a living.

Adam's so-called "work" is not much difficult, and it is a personal example.

Beggars, slaves and civilians are always at the bottom of the lords or city-states. Few decent adults care about their human rights.

And this generous gentleman is obviously very capable!

So, these guys prayed for Adam to take it in. After receiving a positive answer, they all came to peace of mind and had hope for getting out of this mountain range.

【7 refugees join your team】

【3 village women join your team】

【Team: 16】

Because there were too many people, rest was inevitable. After the afternoon nap, the six militia took on the heavy responsibility of standing guard at night. In the swaying flames, the militia with bandages in their arms spoke to the refugees.

Adam sat by the war horse, the pile of cut hay was quite soft, and he could vaguely hear words like "food", "cave", and "stronghold" - it seems that the militia still remembered the instructions last night.

The exclamation mark disappeared when entering the mountain. At the same time, the surrounding maps were shrouded in yellow. As long as you concentrate, you can still see it...
Chapter completed!