Basket.

Strength.

Human life.

The Cao army camp stood up one after another.

In front of the queue, the civilians staggered.

Although the wind and snow stopped a little, it was still cold. The auxiliary soldiers like Laojiao also had a worn-out Han military robe. As for the civilians, many of them were just wearing short robes and bare legs. They could have a few rags wrapped around their bodies.

In addition, the food and grass transportation has been difficult for this period of time. The original meal has now been reduced and reduced. At present, the food of a day is just a bowl of thin soup and a black cake mixed with sand, gravel and wood chips.

Many people are cold, hungry, and dizzy.

A civilian was not sure whether his legs were weak or he stepped on the air, so he tilted a little, and then fell to the ground, which immediately caused a mess of the queue.

"You're so unlucky, you can't even walk well!"

Suddenly, another auxiliary soldier, carrying a dark red short stick, went up, and without saying a word, he whipped the fallen man's thigh and buttocked.

The man was thrust on the ground and rolled on the ground, but could not hear the wail and scream. It seemed that even the pain was left with instinct and the man was already numb.

Without screams, the auxiliary soldier felt a little unhappy.

The assistant soldier is actually the same as the old stove, and is from a refugee.

However, the difference between that man and Lao Jiaotou was that he felt that he was no longer a refugee, but a military assistant. He had become a person who managed refugees. Naturally, he could not continue to hold a hoe. He should hold a sword and a gun. If he was not good, he would have to carry a stick to show his own power.

Therefore, if the fallen civilian whine a few times and then kneel down to beg for forgiveness, the assistant soldier would not have a little bit of relief in his heart, and he would have been spared, but the civilian would not even wail and just roll around. Wouldn't that make people feel that the assistant soldier would deliberately let go of water, or even lose the energy to whip and encourage?

The auxiliary soldier glared and gritted his teeth. The stick in his hand changed direction from the thicker place on the buttocks of the thighs and buttocks. He thrust on his cheeks with a stick, and his skin suddenly burst into pieces and blood flew!

"Okay! Bear!" Lao Zaotou took two steps forward and reached out to grab the blood-stained stick of the auxiliary soldier.

The auxiliary soldier looked ferocious and stared at the same time, as if he wanted to eat human blood and flesh. He didn't listen to the old stove at all, so he wanted to beat the stick.

Some people wear long gowns and arch the cabbage in the city, and think that they can cover their mud legs. From then on, they will be the best people. They can drink human blood and eat human flesh. They can no longer be compared with the untouchables and unruly people. When facing the same mud legs as they were, they will start with three more ruthless than others. On the one hand, they will show their determination and kill and eat people without any scruples. On the other hand, they will also show their loyalty to the long gown class in order to go to a higher level.

If someone scolds or investigates it, he will just shirke him. On the surface, he seems to be obedient and has no choice but to do it, but in fact he is just for the sake of the dirty greed in his heart, dyeing his blood on his head with a cap.

Lao Jiao was holding tightly, and the auxiliary soldier couldn't pull it out for a while, so he shook the flesh on his face, "Lao Jiao, what's the point of you?"

'Nothing...' Laozhao said, 'If this kid is lazy and doesn't work, it would be fine if you beat him to death... But this is still halfway. Not to mention being beaten to death, even if he is broken, will he lose one manpower? If he is missing one manpower, will everyone else have to carry more soil and dig an extra stone when he arrives? Otherwise, I won't stop him, and the work he should do at that time will be on your head?"

『…』 The auxiliary soldier jumped with a fat on his long face, and his hands were relaxed. He slowly pulled out the stick from Laozhao's hand, stood there, spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the fallen man, and then shouted, "For Laozhao's face, let this bitch go for the time being! Bitch! Listen clearly! Be lazy and take care of your life!! Why are you standing? Move! Move! Move! Move!

The auxiliary soldier walked away cursingly.

"Let's go." Lao Jiao signaled the people beside him to help the fallen husband up and continue walking forward.

Perhaps seeing that the old stove was relatively peaceful, a civilian man plucked up his courage and asked: "Old Jung-in, how long will this battle last? When will it be the end?"

"This is all caused by the thieves in Guanzhong!" Lao Zaotou said, "Your Majesty said that Guanzhong and Guanxi are all thieves. Only then did the Prime Minister lead the troops to fight. As long as we win, we can go back..."

"Is a thief in Guanzhong?" someone asked.

"Towards." Lao Zaotou nodded, "I didn't understand it very much before, but later I realized that the people of Guanzhong were mixed with the people of the Western Qiang. If the Prime Minister had not protected our Shandong, I was afraid they would have been arrested by the Qiang people and Hu people!"

Lao Zaotou said while walking.

In fact, he didn't understand very well, but because he didn't understand very well, half of the bucket of water swayed, he wanted to have a thought of connotation or confirmation.

"At that time, the Western Qiang was in chaos! Later, it was the bad guy from the Western Qiang, which caused Luoyang... Now the Guanzhong people are with the Western Qiang again. What's this a thief?" Lao Zaotou said, and he was also sad, "Oh, how many people have died in these years..."

The old stove has not been able to access much external information.

Since everyone says that Cao Cao is a good prime minister, then he should be a good prime minister...

After all, Lao Zaotou really hopes that the great man can have a good prime minister who can lead everyone out of pain and rebirth.

Only in this way can the old stove have the motivation to survive, and feel that it is worth it to work hard with the Cao army, for the revival of the Han Dynasty and for the pacification of the world.

Only his suffering, his fatigue, and everything he has value.

Lao Zaotou walked and said, "The thieves in Guanzhong want to fight and will not take care of our lives like the prime minister, so they have to fight. If they win, they can do it..."

"Take care... life..." The man who was beaten to the face of blood just wiped a layer of soil on his head to stop the bleeding. He staggered and murmured, "Take care... life... our lives... life...

"Well..." Lao Zao stepped forward and looked at the wound of the civilian, "Okay, don't bleed... If you fight, death is inevitable, but you have to live well... Everyone must live well..."

Lao Zao coughed and looked at the surrounding people, "Everyone is the same, everyone must live well... Is it better to live without death... When the war is over, the hard days will come to an end..."

He raised his hand and pointed forward, "Everyone heard from me... Guanzhong was taken away by thieves, and we always have to take it back! Otherwise, those thieves will cause trouble again, what should we do? Everyone works hard now and have food to eat. In this world, can't we always fight for war? Is it necessary to farm and eat? Now that I have to endure the hardships, I will have fields to cultivate and cultivate at that time!"

The old stove looked ahead with hope.

He believed this because everyone said so...
Chapter completed!