Yan Liuyuan stood there quietly. They now had six injured people. If they had to help all six of them complete their missions, it would be a terrifying amount of work.
When the reinforced company assigned missions to everyone, they would definitely set a mission that everyone would have to do their best to complete. This meant that it would already be very difficult for them to complete their own mission, so how could they help others complete it?
At this moment, Wang Fugui and Li Qingzheng walked up to him and said, "Don't worry, we'll be with you. Let's get through this together."
The other three uninjured male students also stood up. "Us too."
Even the female students raised their hands. "We can share some of the burden too, right?"
The injured Wang Yuchi also struggled to his feet. "My injuries are almost healed. I can go back to work too."
Yan Liuyuan smiled. "Sit down. Don't end up crippled. You don't have to make it sound like you're doing something heroic. It's just doing some manual labor. "
It had to be said that Yan Liuyuan still felt a little warm inside. These people around him had already experienced the test of time. They were all teammates who had gone through thick and thin together, so there was a foundation for mutual trust between them.
Looking at the other escapees around them, they did not even have anyone who could help them.
In the past, Yan Liuyuan and Ren Xiaosu had always been alone. But at this moment, Yan Liuyuan suddenly felt a sense of unity.
Sister Xiaoyu took a handful of mud and smeared it on the faces of the female students, Jiang Wu, and the others. "In this wilderness, when Xiaosu isn't around, we have to prevent others from targeting us. All of you are fair-skinned and beautiful, so there'll definitely be people who will have designs on you. Later, find a place with no one around and change your clothes. Wear something loose so that your figures won't be exposed."
The female students were put in a difficult position. Wouldn't it be too ugly to have mud smeared on their faces? However, the female students who could endure until this point were no fools. They allowed Sister Xiaoyu to smear the mud on their faces.
After they were done, everyone looked at each other and laughed happily. They were all equally ugly.
Sister Xiaoyu continued, "Remember to carry a stone in your pocket. If someone is really up to no good, use the stone to hit their head. Remember to hit an inch behind their eyebrows. You might be able to kill them if you use more force. This is what Xiaosu taught me."
This was the survival philosophy that Sister Xiaoyu had learned from Ren Xiaosu. Keep a low profile and hide. If you can't hide, kill.
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Building a refugee camp was not a small project. During the process, tamping the ground, digging the ground, cutting trees, building houses, and so on, each of which required a lot of manpower.
If a well-trained army were to build the camp, it would probably be completed in a few days.
However, it was obvious that the reinforced company only wanted to be the supervisor and had no intention of taking over.
Even when they found someone slacking off, they would mercilessly hit the person with the butt of their rifle. An old man was hit in the waist by a soldier and was unable to stand up again.
There were also some residents of Stronghold 108 who wanted to protest. But halfway through their protest, they were beaten to the ground by the soldiers.
The escapees went back to work numbly. They suddenly realized that when war came, their fates would also change.
In that war, no one would be able to stay out of it.
Actually, there was a deeper reason why the Yang Clan wanted to build the refugee camp. They wanted the escapees to expend all their energy in the process of building the camp. That way, they would not have the energy to cause any trouble.
This was usually the way they dealt with veterans. When a group of veterans was about to retire, the officers would take them to plant trees to prevent them from causing trouble.
They would have to dig countless holes and bury the trees. Every day, the veterans would be tormented to death. No one could care less about causing trouble.
Yan Liuyuan and the others were assigned to carry the trees that had been cut down. Their daily mission was to carry 10 pieces of wood back each day. Two people would carry a piece of wood that was as thick as a person's thigh.
The tree was extremely heavy, especially since Yan Liuyuan was slightly shorter. When the tree tilted towards him, he felt as though more than half the weight of the entire tree was pressing down on him.
At first, everyone thought it would not be too much of a problem to carry 10 pieces of wood a day. But when they actually got to work, they realized the wood was unimaginably heavy.
Fortunately, Yan Liuyuan had nanomachines. He gathered them on his shoulders, arms, and legs, which made it a lot easier for him.
But not only did he have to carry 10 pieces of wood, but he also had to complete the mission of helping the wounded like Ren Xiaosu and the others. Slowly, the nanomachines started to run out of energy. His shoulders were also aching from the abrasion, and blisters started appearing on his hands.
The others could still take a break after carrying a piece of wood, but Yan Liuyuan and the others could not. The Yang Clan troops had a register, and everyone had to register their names on it every time they carried a piece of wood back. This way, they would not be punished, and there would be no room for mistakes.
Moreover, the consortiums' troops did not care if they were men or women, young or old. Everyone was assigned the same arduous task, and if they failed to complete it, they would be beaten up.
Yan Liuyuan once told Ren Xiaosu that he hated the strongholds, the consortiums, and the stronghold residents.
He even told Ren Xiaosu that if Yang Xiaojin did not come looking for them, they would not go to Stronghold 88.
When Yang Xiaojin first came to Stronghold 108, Yan Liuyuan was quite happy. He always felt that Yang Xiaojin was different from the other stronghold residents.
Moreover, Yan Liuyuan also hoped that the Yang Clan consortium that Yang Xiaojin belonged to would be a little different from the rest of the stronghold residents.
But it turned out that all the consortiums in the world were equally evil, and there was not much difference between them in essence.
The only one who was different was Yang Xiaojin.
By afternoon, Sister Xiaoyu and the others had completed their workload, exhausted. However, Yan Liuyuan, Wang Fugui, and the others still had to continue.
Poor Wang Fugui. He was already so old. After a day of work, his life was almost half gone.
Sister Xiaoyu and the others took a short break before standing up to help Yan Liuyuan and the others share the burden. But the girls' stamina was limited, so Yan Liuyuan persuaded them to go back to work.
In the evening, Sister Xiaoyu waited for Yan Liuyuan to come back and said anxiously, "Liuyuan, take a break! You don't look too good! "
Yan Liuyuan's face was pale, and his lips had turned a little purple.
At this moment, Yan Liuyuan unloaded the log. Sister Xiaoyu pulled open the shirt around his shoulder and saw that it was a bloody mess.
Sister Xiaoyu whispered in distress, "Why didn't you use the nanomachines?"
"I ran out of energy." Yan Liuyuan sighed. He also wanted to use the nanomachines, but the problem was that the workload for the day was too heavy. Other people would only need to carry ten logs, but he, Wang Fugui, and the others had to carry more than 20 logs a day.
"Go back and rest." Sister Xiaoyu said, "There's still a few logs left. I'll go carry them."
Yan Liuyuan grabbed Sister Xiaoyu's arm and said with a smile, "It's fine, I can still take it. Compared to my brother's injuries, my injuries are nothing."
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