"A true army, obeying orders, and true soldiers have both righteousness, reason, ambition, loyalty and obedience?12?? A sense of responsibility, mission and glory are surging in their blood at any time. They are loyal to their leaders, caring for their comrades, caring for their family, caring for their lovers, and asking for themselves that are almost perfect and harsh. Always firm in their beliefs and principles of being a human being, regard responsibility and glory as more important than life, and never betrayal or compromise."

Luo Yishui must have never expected that when he was saying this, another man was saying the same thing far away from him. When he said this, the man was sitting cross-legged on the ground. Behind him, a very handsome soldier was holding a razor in his forehand and shaving his hair.

The monk whispered sadly: "You don't know that before Boss Qin arrived at the Death Camp, our Death Camp was a gathering place for scumbags, and there were all kinds of people!"

"I feel like you are still a scumbag after leaving the Death Camp!" A laugh of laughter came from behind.

The hair fell to the ground, slowly revealing the scalp of green stubble, and the original ring scar inside. Hearing the teasing behind him, the monk couldn't help but blush, "That's because I thought Boss Qin was dead. You don't know that at that time, I had no direction in my life at all. Kittens and others were thinking about revenge, but I think Boss died, who can tie the death camp? How could he have the ability to take revenge? If you are so sad, how could you understand my feelings at that time? If I leave the team where I stay for a day, wander around the world, and rejoice in my old career, be careful, just live one day, and be killed if I get caught. Then I know that I will meet you, a weirdo! Ah..."

A scream was a bit ruthless by the person behind him. His hands were constantly shaving his hair, but his other hand quietly lowered, pinched out the monk's soft flesh and twisted it hard.

Hearing the monk's scream, the villagers and soldiers who were resting around turned their heads to look at them. The monk quickly sat upright and raised his face.

"Get lighter!" he said quietly.

"If you are lighter, you will have no memory!" The voice behind him was also very low, but it was full of threat. "What else did you, Boss Qin, say?"

"The boss also said that a man's life exists to fulfill his promises, defend his faith, and be loyal to his responsibilities." The monk thought for a while and said.

"You Boss Qin is really not a simple person. It's so good, monk, I'll tell you that if you dare to break your promise to me that day, I won't kill you, and I'll just kill you with one knife."

The monk shivered and said repeatedly: "Don't worry, how dare I? Since I met you, every word I said has been fulfilled, and I have never said a lie."

"Hmph, you don't dare to measure it!" A proud voice came, and the sound of squeaking continued to sound. After a short while, the cold little hands gently stroked the scalp, "Okay."

The monk raised his hand and stroked his bare scalp. At this moment, he seemed to be back when he was in the death camp.

The pretty soldier is naturally his wife Yu Xiu'e. She sat cross-legged opposite the monk, with her chin on her hands, tilted her head, and looked at the other party with a smile, "Can you tell me more about your death camp? Humph, I have been married to me for two years, and I haven't even told the truth about your origins, and I have been making up randomly. Do you know? My father also sent someone to check you, but it hasn't been found at all. It's true that you are in a place like the death camp, no wonder you can't find any information. If we hadn't cooked rice long ago, my father might have chopped you."

The monk coughed twice, thinking that I am pretty good at acting and martial arts. He has always been well-behaved and studious in front of your father. Your father likes me. If I hadn't taken you, I'm afraid you haven't gotten married yet. Of course, he would never dare to say this, otherwise, he would be beaten up again and begged to get on.

It is also a shame to be unable to beat my wife. The monk touched his scalp and suddenly thought of a terrible problem. When he returned to the death camp, if this topic was leaked, he would be afraid of being ridiculed. How could he hide this from those guys?

He felt that this problem was very tickling.

"What are you thinking? What am I asking you?" A delicate little hand stretched out from the opposite side, and Beng Buen knocked his bald head.

"I almost entered the Death Camp with Boss Qin. At that time, he relied on a pair of fists to conquer everyone in the Death Camp. At that time, he was only sixteen years old." The monk said. "Of course, there are no other people in the Death Camp, that is, there are all kinds of talents, mechanisms, poisoning, and all methods used up. As a result, the people who attacked were very miserable. Since then, no one dared to provoke him. Since then, Boss Qin has begun to transform the Death Camp."

"What about you, have you ever attacked him?"

"Of course I did it, of course I was beaten up very badly!"

"We men are really bad guys, and we won't be convinced if we don't beat you." Yu Xiu'e looked at the monk's bald head with a smile, and the monk quickly covered his head.

"Somehow, looking at your shiny head, I just want to hit a few fists." Yu Xiu'e laughed. After hearing this, the monk quickly pulled over a piece of clothing and covered his head.

"In fact, it's not just the death camp. In any army, the fist is not strong, it's impossible to say anything." The monk said. "Boss Qin asked us to memorize this sentence. At that time, he said that we scumbags really understood the meaning of these words. I'm afraid it's not possible to do it in a short time, but as long as we carry it and do it every day, one day, we will become such men. To be honest, when I heard him say this, I thought it was a joke."

"What happened later?"

"Later, our death camp really became such a group of people. We became the strongest combat-capable force among the western border troops of Chu. Of course, this creed is only applicable to the death camp. Not only are the enemies afraid of us, but friendly troops also afraid of us. Because there is only one loyalty to us, that is, Boss Qin. Our responsibility and glory are to make the death camp win every battle." The monk clenched his fist and shook in the air.

"But such a yummy army was destroyed in the hands of his own people in the end." The excited monk suddenly lowered his head and his voice began to sob. "I was watching helplessly, watching my five hundred brothers fall into the rain of arrows, under the spear, and in the sea of ​​fire, but I can't do anything about it."

Looking at the monk who never cried in the past, shed tears, Yu Xiu'e felt pity in her heart, stood up, and gently held the naked head in her arms, "Okay, okay, don't think about the past, aren't you Boss Qin developing again now? One day, you follow him and kill all the enemies one by one!"

"Of course, we will kill back, no matter how powerful the enemy is, we will kill back." The monk whimpered.

A soldier was holding a bald head with a ring scar on his head. This scene was very strange no matter how you look at it. The soldiers and civilians around him all turned their heads to look at them.

Yu Xiu'e looked up and saw these strange and even twisted faces. She snorted lightly, hooked her feet, and the big knife lying on the ground that was taller than her suddenly flew into the air. She held the big knife weighing dozens of pounds with one hand, raised it flat, and pointed at the people, "What are you looking at? Who dares to look at again?"

Everyone suddenly lowered their heads. Along the way, they saw this small, sissy guy who was talking, waving this big knife and teaching countless people who were not open-minded. Changyang County is not Shayang County, but has just been under the control of the Taiping Army. There are really many bandits in the countryside.

That knife weighs dozens of pounds. It usually takes a lot of effort to hold it flat by one person, but this guy seems to be made of paper when he holds it in his hand.

"Captain Huang, we are going to get out." A blind veteran came over and said to the monk, he was an old man from the Death Camp and knew the inside story.

"Let's go!" The monk stood up, his eyes a little red and swollen, "How long will it take to go to Mengshan Camp?"

"It's almost done. According to our current foot strength, it will take about half a day. This place has entered the area actually controlled by the army. There will be no small thief who is not open to his eyes to make a decision." The blind man smiled. "Captain Huang, my brothers from that year are so happy to see you coming back!"

The monk was a little ashamed: "I hope they don't dislike me, because I am a deserter. When you were following Boss Qin in the snow, I ran away."

"Captain Huang, you have been there for a while. In fact, we were all very nervous during those days. I don't know if there is tomorrow after today, but we have nowhere to go and have no courage to leave the team and wander around. But who knows that Boss Qin is still alive, and no one blames you. In that situation, everyone's hearts have really dispersed. If Mahou hadn't brought back the news that Boss was still alive, we would have been unable to survive in those few months. Every time the old brothers gather, when they talk about you, everyone is regretful. Everyone missed you. If it weren't for the fire you set, we wouldn't know whether we could break out of the city. But later, we completely lost your news."
Chapter completed!