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"Monk"

Zhou Huaian took it for a long time to come back to his senses and asked in a daze.

"Are you talking about me?"

The person who speaks is obviously not old and not tall, but looks old because of obvious malnutrition, has a slightly hunched figure, and has mixed hair.

A few strands of gray with few white-headed hairs.

But the deep-fly half-body armor covered with iron sheets and bubble nails, and the purple sheathed sword straddled around his waist, tied with green and polyester silk handrails, put porridge here.

The temporary venue reflects an outstanding identity and momentum.

In fact, Zhou Huaian had noticed the reconciliation he had before this. No matter how crowded the rebels who maintained order were, they were all

Respectfully and extravagantly, let go of a distance and space.

"Only you monks are not in the body and body of your parents who are called to me..."

The other party pointed at the top of his head that was shaved with only a little short hair left.

"If you are not a monk, what's the matter..."

Well, Zhou Huaian touched his scalp and remembered that he was different from the other party's greasy bun. When he was walking in the medical team, he was out of tropical hygiene.

I was considerate and had a very busy haircut. Looking at my half-hanged wrapping cloth with my shoulders, it seemed to be a bit like an ascetic on the South Asian continent.

Dao, suddenly speechless.

"actually..."

Zhou Huaian felt that he could work hard to save/dispute.

"It depends on how kind you still have, do you want to eat something good?"

The gray-haired leader, who looked a little premature, waved his hand and strongly interrupted him without saying a word.

"I'll give you a chance to take care of yourself..."

After hearing this, Zhou Huaian hinted that he had changed his mind and silently shut up.

"Looking at how tall you, the monk, are born in a tall and stout manner. I'm afraid you are not a disciple of that big temple. You have eaten a lot in the past..."

"Can you sing the scriptures? I'll give me a brief rebirth later..."

"It's also unlucky if there are too many people dying in front of you..."

"It's okay to read anything casually, so that brothers can feel at ease,"

He muttered a lot of thoughts, and his eyes were always on Zhou Huaian, but he had an expression that could not be refused at all.

"Of course, I won't be in vain."

"The general has ordered him to treat the Han people well, even if you are a monk, it will be ordinary."

"Of course those monks are different, Hu Er should die..."

"As long as I can satisfy my brothers, it's not a big deal to eat enough..."

"I may not be able to give you a reward of one or two..."

It was finally easy to find an opportunity and gap to the other party’s endless talk.

"But I don't know, yes... what do you call me?"

Zhou Huaian could only touch his head and bow down for the time being, and said to the leader who was a little shorter than him.

"What's the most expensive official? My surname is Chai, and my name is Ping. I'll call me Chai Captain."

After talking none of them, although the other party seemed to be indifferent, the occasional evil spirit in his eyes made people

I vaguely feel that it is not a character that can be fooled or seemed to be with.

Following the Chai Captain Chai on a red horse, two elderly guards who were closely following Zhou Huaian and crossing Zhou Huaian into each other, he walked out for a while.

After a distance, the hilly scenery outside the city, which had intermittent obstruction of view, and the green mountains and fields, suddenly disappeared quickly.

Only the shocking scene before Zhou Huaian was left; the scattered corpses flying all over the sky like a rolling cloud, the scattered corpses stacked in a row, and

There are many broken weapons, overturned chariots, horses and wooden fences, covering the wilderness outside Guangzhou, like the mottled and dark sea tides that remain after the passing of

It is like a thing, flooding all kinds of hills, slopes, shrubs and fields in the field of view.

Is this the battlefield left outside Guangzhou City?

And further away, several large camps with crowds of people and hustle and bustle are standing on the banks of the Pearl River, and various teams are constantly coming and going in and out.

There were also mixed with war horses and cavalrymen flying by.

After the convoys from the city winded out from all the city gates, they all gathered here, and the most conspicuous among these camps is undoubtedly the most conspicuous one.

It is like a crane standing out from the flock of chickens, a large yellow flag with a large number of chaotic flags, and two vertical strips hanging next to it.

flag,

Looking from afar, one of them reads the black characters "The Great General of the Sky" and the other one is the red "Million Rebels Commander";

Could this be where the famous Huang Chao and Huang Chongtian were? Zhou Huaian couldn't help but guess in his heart.

A small wooden basin with the leftover rice from the bottom of the charred crumbs and sprinkled with some black pickles on it, which is what the other party said to be a full meal; although it is basically nothing

How to remove shells and grind yellowed brown rice, and also carry a lot of burnt and grinded grains. It is really a coarse thing when chewing it in your mouth to your teeth and mouth.

The test of sausage, but compared to the mud cakes and sour rice dumplings that I had eaten in Uncle Hei’s tribe, it is no longer so difficult to accept or speak.

Love is here.

This reminded him of a time when he was trapped in the medical team for three days and three nights due to a mudslide caused by heavy rain, and almost all the toothpaste around him.

After everything was eaten up, the rescue team arrived and the taste and mood of eating the simplest bowl of instant noodles cakes.

Soon, Zhou Huaian grabbed and scooped it, and even the sticky residue of the pot crumb was scraped off. Then, his empty stomach had just been filled.

He was just half full, and even touched his stomach with an unfulfilled feeling, he couldn't even burp out; and the commander Chai was watching next to him.

The color has changed slightly.

"Okay, you can eat monk..."

"This is enough food for five to seven people..."

"Next, it depends on whether you are worth the appetite of so many people,"

After a while, he was taken to a hasty place to build a spiritual shed and incense table. Some magical instruments such as wooden fish, slabs, and chimes were thrown on the ground in a mess. No one had cleaned up. There were some splash marks of suspected vomit and suspicious dark stains on it.

Well, the other party must have done it on purpose, Zhou Huaian couldn't help but think. He just finished a meal that was slightly filled with food, and he didn't even have a chance to digest food. He was hit in front of this kind of "color, fragrance and smell" at close range.

However, when walking in Africa, Zhou Huaian had seen many human tragedies created by famine and war, and also knew many roots and inside stories. He was no longer so fierce in response to this, and only the sentimental and touching of the most basic humanitarian complex was left.

However, this fell into the eyes of the Huitou Chai Captain who felt that he had some origins, but it was another feeling and evaluation; at least the compassionate feeling of the other party, which was as calm as a monk and great virtue, was just a little too light in age.

"Is it okay to bring another one...

"At least I didn't spit it out on the spot, I should be able to make do with it..."

"You have pulled several of them before, and they all vomited to death."

"Even if you force yourself with swords and guns, you can't maintain it,"

Listening to the meticulous discussion not far away, taking advantage of this opportunity to wait and arrange, Zhou Huaian secretly looked at the surrounding environment carefully, and also looked for routes that might be used to escape and places to hide.

I saw that although the dead in the spirit shed were mostly officials who were united with soap robe and ear caps; or village soldiers and earthen groups wearing hats; the bodies of rebels mixed with brown clothes and short shirts and straw sandals were easily identified because most of them were bare-headed and had only a bun with a flat hair.

Between these corpses, like a group of vultures or ragged wild dogs, they are stripping everything from the pile of corpses.

The things used left behind a piece of bare corpse, which was soon covered by dense clumps of crows;

The wild dogs in the distance slowly gathered over amid some horn sounds, roaring and roaring, showing off with the shiny and fat crows that were eating shiny

A new round of competition and conflict is like a certain kind of invisible tacit understanding with clear division of labor.

In the midst of the indescribable strange smell, some corpses seemed to have died for some time, while some were obviously bright red that had just been killed.

Moreover, the trauma was almost all in the same position, and the fallen positions were relatively concentrated and neat, which was obviously executed collectively later.

Then, as if Zhou Huaian's conjecture was verified, a group of people with bruised noses or wounds were driven over, begging and crying noises; then spare swords and guns were stabbed down from behind one by one, poked into these temporarily dug ditches; although there were still people struggling painfully in the red mud, and some people were stumbled and wanted to escape;

At this time, someone pulled the arrow at him, but was pressed down by the leader's vicissitudes of life.

"Save some arrows and kill more official dogs in the future..."

Then, he soon took his people to chase after them. He kicked these survivors who were not far away from behind, slashed their heads to the ground, and then picked them up in the ground with blood dripping, throwing them back in the ditches covered with corpses.

"Monk, do you think you can't see it?"

The Gray-Haired Chai Captain who brought him here suddenly explained

"That's a big bite, because his father was hungry in the disaster year and stole a local Qin Fengweng's dog."

"Looking back, the whole family was buried by the officials of the government..."

"In the end, he was the one who was pulled out by a wild dog..."

Then, Zhou Huaian learned that the so-called burying stakes means burying alive, and it is the kind of burying his head downwards in the soil in order to achieve sufficient shock effect and save energy; then as people slowly suffocate and die of pain, incontinent feces and urine will spray out from the exposed upper end due to the sealed pressure.

No wonder he was so bitter and revenge. This was simply an extreme manifestation of the "class struggle and contradiction" in later textbooks; Zhou Huaian's heart

The evaluation and meaning suddenly became a little complicated, but the face still encouraged to maintain a certain numbness and dullness.
Chapter completed!