Amid the whispers and careful examination, everyone found that the old man's face was engraved with the word "capture". The workers finally reacted and showed a ridiculous look, passing by the tall old man directly, leaving only two sarcastic words: "Traitor."

After the workers left, other passers-by also showed contempt, whispering and pointing, and even felt that it was dirty to stand with such people, so they didn't even buy sesame cakes and left one after another.

"Hey...hey! Come back! It's about to come out, why are you leaving?" The old woman was so anxious that she kept knocking on the stove with her pliers, and said angrily, "Come back! I won't buy the baked cakes. It will be cold for a while and no one will want them. What do you want me to do?!"

The old man walked up tremblingly, poked his neck out, looked into the stove, took out a cloth bag from his arms timidly, and muttered, "If no one wants the rest, then I'll buy it..."

The old woman obviously recognized the person, looked up and down with a look of looking at the clown, and finally her eyes fell on the word "capture" on his face, and she sneered briefly and said sarcastically: "Okay, there are 10, 100 Berries, you have bought them all."

The old man held the cloth bag tremblingly, counting the money one by one, while sucking out, muttering in his mouth. When he finally counted to 78, he held the banknotes and coins in his hand and said in a confused manner: "That... that's all... Do you think it's cheap?"

"It's so unlucky." The old woman mocked her sarcastically, took the money over, and didn't wipe her hands. She picked up 10 sesame cakes and took a pack of grease paper and handed it to the old man.

Just as the old man was about to take the sesame cake, the old woman deliberately relaxed her hands and shouted hypocritically: "Hey! Her hands slipped! Keep it up!"

The old man couldn't catch it, and the oil paper that fell to the ground spread out and the pancake rolled all over the floor.

The old man was old and had some joint problems. He squatted down with difficulty, stretched out his hand to pick up the sesame cakes, clumsyly patting the dust on it, muttering: "What a good sesame cake... It's okay... It's okay... It's still edible if you pat it clean..."

After the old man picked up all the sesame cakes, he stood up with difficulty, took out one and started to chew, but he had problems with his teeth and appetite. After eating half of it, he couldn't eat it anymore. So he wrapped it in oil paper and put the sesame cakes in his arms, then he left tremblingly.

"Customer, come again." The old woman looked at the old man's back with a sneer. After she left, she cursed inwardly, "Traitor."

...

Outside the Eagle Flag Army Camp in the royal capital, two Eagle Flag officers were walking out of the military camp, one was lieutenant and the other was communicating some work matters. When they walked out of the military camp, they suddenly found an old man standing outside, looking like he was stopped by a checkpoint.

The second lieutenant didn't want to pay attention, but by chance he felt it was familiar, so he looked closely and cursed, "It's him again."

The old man stood outside the cordon of the checkpoint. He took off his coat and placed the oil paper wrapped in the sesame cake on it. Then he took out a piece of cloth sewn from his arms, pinched two pieces with his big hand and raised it over his head, aiming it at the Eagle Flag Army Camp in front.

The flag is made of black fabric with an eagle painted with red paint.

Eagle is the symbol of the Eagle Flag Army. Red pigment refers to the Red Blood Empire. Red Eagle means that the Eagle Flag Army will always belong to the Red Blood Empire.

In the first two years of the most chaotic autonomy in the North, this flag was a symbol of the opposition, representing anti-autonomousness. It was once spread throughout the streets and alleys, but was completely banned in the later order suppression, and those who hold it privately may be sentenced.

At this time, the old man was holding the anti-autonomous banner and standing openly at the gate of the military camp, but no soldiers were going to capture him, as if there was some special reason.

The lieutenant walked up and down to look at the old man, and said in a lazy tone: "Luhanlin, you have to come here to raise the flag every day. Is it useful? Even if you give it another ten or eight years, no one will pay attention to you."

Luo Hanlin still held the anti-autonomous banner, aiming at the main building of the Eagle Flag Army in an unbiased manner, aiming at the direction of Leng Yuan's office. The glasses in the Eagle King's office are all anti-sighted and cannot be seen from the outside, so Luo Hanlin could not see Leng Yuan, but he knew that Leng Yuan must be looking at him now.

The lieutenant tsk and said impatiently: "Luhanlin, if you don't arrest you, it doesn't mean you are allowed to do this. If you are entangled here again, don't blame us for being rude."

Luo Hanlin didn't say anything, but still raised the flag and looked at the building where Leng Yuan was, as if he was looking at her.

The lieutenant and the lieutenant looked at each other and gave each other a wink. The lieutenant understood and suddenly ran behind Luo Hanlin, picked up the oil paper containing the sesame cake, and shouted: "I got it and got it!"

Since Luo Hanlin surrendered and captured in the battle of Grace Ridge, the word "capture" was maliciously engraved with the word "capture" on his face by federal officers, becoming a laughing stock of the entire army. Because of this, Leng Yuan and him completely separated from each other after the war. Luo Hanlin was no longer a general, or even a soldier. His Thunder God Mansion was demolished and confiscated, and he did not enjoy any retirement treatment. He was just a commoner, holding a little bit of subsistence allowance every month. In the military's post-war propaganda, he also appeared in the eyes of the world as a surrender and was ridiculed by later generations.

The money for buying sesame cakes just now was saved by Luo Hanlin. Before getting the next minimum living allowance, these sesame cakes were his next food rations. At this time, he was taken away. Luo Hanlin suddenly became anxious and ran over with staggering steps, saying anxiously: "Give it back to me!"

With age and a blow to will, the Thor in Luohanlin's body had already been completely exhausted, and there was no power. At this time, he was just an old man. He ran and shook his way, as slow as a turtle. The lieutenant easily avoided Luohanlin, threw the oil paper into the lieutenant's hand, shouting: "Sir! Continue!"

The lieutenant took the oil paper, took out a sesame cake and swallowed it in a few bites, opened his eyes wide and raised his thumbs up: "It's so delicious! Where did you buy it? I want to buy some too!"

"Give it back!" Luo Hanlin ran to the lieutenant panting. The lieutenant threw away the distance in just a few steps and threw the oil paper to the lieutenant.

After taking it, the second lieutenant took out a pancake and started to chew it. He saluted hypocritically and said with a solemn expression: "Thank you General Zhenbei to give me pancakes! Great kindness and virtue will never be forgotten!"
Chapter completed!