Chapter 1042: The Kingdom of Sang 2

The closer the rebel army along the river and water and land is to the inside, the more powerful it is, destroying and destroying some forces and existences that dare to block the front.

The Bai army holding the Hengbo Banner, guided and pioneered by the local Yi Township soldiers, stepped into the devastated Guangzhou area. It was already the coolest month for the cold wind and bleakness in the local area.

However, this was originally the most active season for the scholars and the people, but it was shrouded in silence and decay.

This made Xu Qing, the commander of the Imperial Camp rear army, riding on horseback, sigh and change. After all, after fighting from south to north and from north to south, after a long battle from south, and returning to the original starting point, the familiar faces who participated in the oath-taking and reviving in Guangzhou had already withered up early;

Even the subordinates behind him had already changed several times, and most of them were from Jiangnan and northern regions in the ridge, and there was no longer any connection or origin with the various roads outside the ridge and the inner and inner Guangzhou.

Therefore, for those who have seen many corpses and blood along the way, all this is just a little curiosity and novelty that emerges in all kinds of numbness and indifference.

However, in a short period of time, this world's most powerful place with rich people turned into a cold ghost creature with foxes and rats. This shows how these rebels have done their best and are in a rebellious way to the people.

On the horizon where he was moving, the swelling smoke represented another situation that forced them to march with all their might.

If they didn't make it into the metropolis, it would be better to say anything else, but they were scared that they could no longer stay out of it. Even if they had accumulated considerable fatigue and pressure, if the mansion in Jiangning could only return to a ruined capital, then the contributions they had worked hard to this day would be greatly disappointed and discounted.

And with the sudden outbreak of fighting and roars in front of us, the endless attacks and encounters began to become frequent in an instant. Obviously, some people are still unwilling to withdraw from the stage of history so easily...

At the foot of the northern barbarians in Songzhou, the sky had just turned white, and everything was shrouded in the white colors.

In the narrow and cramped ground nest, the burning firewood charcoal was still in the dark red, emitting a faint heat, and the biting cold wind that penetrated from the corner and the unique moisture in the ground nest were forcibly forced to retreat beyond the small radius of the pond.

Zhen Wuchen, who had to get up early and was responsible for fetching water and cleaning the entrances and exits buried by snow, also sighed with white smoke.

"It's still snowing..."

Finally, it is possible to work without being driven to death. Zhen Wuchen, who had a short leisure time, felt a little lost after a while. After all, in this cruel world, no one likes to raise a group of prisoners for nothing. The longer the rest interval, the less they have, they have no idea.

At this time, a sound like a sound of nature bloomed in time outside the nest where these twenty people were located.

"Arise..."

Even the rustling footsteps and loud heads were shouting from outside.

“It’s time to work…”

"Only after cleaning up the snow, there will be food..."

"Old practice, the last ten people in each group don't have hot soup..."

At this time, the rag curtain had been lifted open, and the people in the ground rushed out in a hurry. Some people were still covered with straw or coal ash, so they couldn't wait to spread the snow on the snow to wipe their faces and hands and feet so that they could wake up as soon as possible...

Half an hour later, a trumpet sounded, and then their uneven chorus came, which sang the Yuefu and folk songs of the North; they mainly lamented the difficulties of the world and the difficulties of their livelihood, and felt sorry for their own displaced life, their homes were broken and flesh, and they didn't know where to get a living.

Before, I was still thinking about the singleness and feeling nothing in the center of the army, but after I experienced the hardships of labor and survival, the more I heard it, the more I felt more and more sad it was.

To suppress this kind of mood, Zhen Wuchen also got a hard-frozen breakfast food. Although it was left overnight, it was better because it was large amounts. It was thick soup dumplings sinking to the bottom of the pot. It could be eaten as long as it was placed on the fire pit and heated it a little.

Then, he had to start cleaning the sanitation of the ground nest, transport the remaining filth and other garbage at night to a designated place, and then bring back the living water and fill the stored thick jar.

At this time, a new work task was released: one hundred people need to be drawn out to go further to clear the snow on the road and clear the ditches; another sixty people need to go to the river to dig out the ice to catch fish; another one hundred and fifty people need to transport more heating charcoal...

These temporary releases have varying lengths of work, but they all have temporary food or other supply quotas; therefore, they are quite popular for a while.

It’s a pity that he couldn’t participate because of his part-time vigilance. He just saw these tense expressions and enthusiastic body movements surrounded by three layers inside and outside.

Zhen Wuchen suddenly became a little confused. It was only a matter of time that these people who were originally rebellious in the army, or veterans, thorny guys, etc., had already been wiped out by their will.

Many people can do the most humble and humble activities for an extra bun or a bowl of vegetable soup without hesitation to clean up the stinky water and collect the night fragrance.

Of course, as for those who refuse to do this or cannot let go of their stature, they cannot survive here. It is either because they have accumulated too much punishment, and they have accumulated too much fatigue and hunger, and they have fallen head on the ground while working and can no longer stand up.

Zhen Wuchen himself was no exception. He was responsible for the errands of vigilance and maintaining the fire pit. Although it was quite boring and difficult, he could drink hot water continuously, as well as a few slices of dried ginger and a piece of roasted potato to wake up the spirit.

This is also a very important task. People who are not particularly responsible and persevering can persist; because it is not easy and easy to maintain a pond fire all night after dark until dawn when the wind and snow are the coldest.

There has been a tragedy elsewhere where the air was so hot that the fire pit was extinguished due to the exhaustion of the night watchmen on the night watch, and the entire nest was frozen so that more than half of the people could never wake up again.

Although it is not news to die in a prisoner of war camp, the result of sleeping so casually due to others' negligence makes them feel really sad. Moreover, here, even if they are frostbite and physically disabled or have cold symptoms, it is basically no different from death.

Zhen Wuchen also has a new direction of struggle, which is to find ways to show and gain recognition, so as to enter the logistics team, and finally go to the house to help, so as to get close to the goal that touched him. Or his life and the rest of his time can be worked hard for this.

Unfortunately, after gradually getting used to and adapting to the pace adjustment of the prisoner-of-war camp, coupled with the harsh environment of wind and snow outside, there are basically no people who want to escape, and there is no chance to leave and report.

Thinking of this, he rubbed his face with snow, swallowed the bumps of breakfast in a few bites, then walked to a bunk beside the fire pit and lay down, wrapped his body tightly on the bale, and used this last bit of residual heat to make himself sleep.

What I dream of is not the past of the iron horse and gold sword, nor the life of the army with high spirits. It is not the tragic scene of flesh and blood flying in the past; many people who have just arrived will constantly have nightmares in the difficult and difficult living environment, yelling and waking others up one after another;

But this time, Zhen Wuchen dreamed of something very early and early. At first, he was still a young man, but before he was taken to the army by his father and brother of the same clan, he made a bold statement to his childhood sweetheart and a little favored sister next door, and he made a bold statement to be recruited in the future.
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