After saying that, Sun San turned and left.
A man walked towards me quickly, and at the same time he stretched out his hand to stop him: "Brother Sun, you can't do this!"
Sun San sighed and said it was endless.
The man took Sun San aside: "If they really find a new one, the newly elected one will definitely not like you, and you will be finished! If you are the leader now, then no one will
It doesn’t matter what you say, if you have some luck, you might be destined to be the emperor!"
They were some distance away from the sea of people holding torches, at least fifty steps.
The firelight in the distance showed that Sun Sanbi, who had a clean face, was a head taller than the man who came to block the road, and his posture was more upright.
"Brother Sun, please agree. After all, you are the deputy sword guard of Weiping Mansion. You are the only one among us who has served as an officer! If you are enlightened, your brothers can follow the chickens and dogs to heaven!" the man said again.
"I call you brother, can you let me go?" Sun San frowned, "I really don't want to do anything big, I just want to have something to eat."
"But now we have nothing to eat!"
"There's no food to eat, so why do you want me to be the team leader?"
"You were an officer!"
Sun San shook his head. In fact, everyone understood that his young officer was here because of his family background.
But now, less than one-tenth of the people in Weiping Mansion are alive, and his relatively good family background has long been washed away by the incoming river tide.
Sun San didn't want to be verbose, so he waved his hand, turned around and left.
The man who came to block the road sighed heavily and looked at the clean-faced man behind him.
"Brother Zhong, Third Brother Sun is a dead-brainer. It really doesn't make sense."
Brother Zhong looked at Sun San's back coldly and said in a slightly stiff Youzhou accent: "It's not a dead brain, it's a waste."
His voice was silent, but Sun San heard it.
Waste.
Sun San thought to himself that as long as he had food to eat, it would be fine to be a waste...
But, I'm really hungry now.
The refugees who surrounded the head of Qingxiang Village were stopped by a tall horse-fighting gun. Behind the horse-fighting gun, there was a very deep ravine.
The only road leading into the village was guarded by three hundred militiamen armed with swords.
This road was full of torches, and the blazing fire illuminated the cold blade. The young militiamen stood ready, and many people yawned quietly.
And in front of this road, more and more refugees are coming.
Only fifty steps away, the refugees were clamoring for food and to get in.
Some people even threatened to rush in and kill people if they didn't give them food.
Master Zhan Qi, with his sharp ears, heard the sound from a distance and immediately became angry.
"Beat that man to death!" Master Zhan Qi quickly walked down from above, pointed at the refugee who wanted to kill him, and said sternly, "Whoever beats him to death, I will share the food with him!"
The refugees were stunned for a moment.
Several sages and squires next to Mr. Zhan Qi also shouted in unison, demanding that the person who talked nonsense be beaten to death.
Desire is a blazing fire, and long-term hunger is the strongest and most powerful fuel.
The eyes of the refugees gradually became fierce, greedy, and hungry.
"If you kill him, you will definitely give him food!"
"Kill all those who just said they were going to come in and kill people!"
"Kick them to death! If you dare to fart again!"
"Whoever beats this man to death first will get another bowl of meat!"
…
The refugees who thought they were united were suddenly in chaos.
Once the group is dominated, the individual's goodness, thinking ability, and discernment ability will become nothing.
No matter how rational the elder is, he has become a murderous knife.
When Zhan Jiuye arrived, the scene was full of fierce and ferocious faces.
The several refugees who were beaten to death could not tell their appearance. One of them had his scalp torn off, which clearly showed that he had suffered great pain during his lifetime.
The corpse was pulled out by the refugees and thrown on the ground. Master Zhan Qi ordered several militiamen to carry food to exchange.
And these corpses, amidst the cries of their relatives, were hung high at the entrance of Qingxiang Village.
Master Zhan Jiu frowned, stood for a while, then turned and walked towards the ancestral hall.
After walking a few steps, I saw Lao Tong standing over there, being pulled to count. Lao Tong also had a knife in his hand.
Zhan Jiuye didn't expect him to fuse so quickly. After thinking about it, he raised his feet and walked over: "Master Tong!"
Lao Tong looked at him expressionlessly.
"This..." Master Zhan Jiu didn't know what to say.
"The refugees are pitiful enough," Old Tong said in a heavy voice, "They shouldn't be touched, but they want to go into the village and kill people. If this idea is ignored, the people in the village will not be safe."
"Yes!" Zhan Jiuye sighed.
"It's all about living," Lao Tong looked at the hanging corpses, "This troubled world is so damn disgusting!"
Master Zhan Jiu did not go back to the ancestral hall and stayed here to stand with Lao Tong.
Although Master Zhan Jiu didn't know what to say, Lao Tong and Zhi Changle were people close to Miss A Li, and he wanted to get closer to Miss A Li through them.
The scene in front of the village continued.
The refugees were quiet for a while, and then someone dared to speak again, wanting to ask for a bite of food.
Master Zhan Qi retreated to the back, listening to the sounds outside.
Everyone is agitated and fearful.
If you are really desperate, hungry, and risking your life to break in, what should you do?
The storm gradually subsided at midnight, but Zhan Qiye did not allow anyone to relax their guard, and they had to take turns to be on guard until dawn.
And those corpses were kept hanging high like this. No matter how hard the relatives of the corpses begged, Master Zhan Qi remained unmoved.
Sun San sat on the roadside, watching the retreating refugees pass by numbly and silently.
In the past, when he saw poor people, Sun San would give some of his money to charity.
Several beggars on the street relied on him for this purpose.
But now, the troubled times have reached this point, and he has become a pitiful person.
"Brother Sun!" Wen Yan, who had been looking for him, finally found him, "Brother Sun, everyone is looking for you!"
"No!" Sun San said without even thinking.
"No, I want you to come and see who is better to choose. The man named Zhong went to find two more people."
Sun San raised his eyebrows, somewhat unexpectedly: "Weird."
"Why is it strange?"
"It took several days to select me before, and you spent so many days working on me, and now you have found two people at once. Is he so anxious?"
"Aren't you the one who doesn't want to take in the wealth and salt?" He sneered after hearing this, "It's better for you not to let the wealth and water go to other people's fields. I'll send you to be the emperor, but you don't want it."
The word "emperor" made Sun San laugh.
"Why are you laughing?" Hearing this, he said unhappily, "Brother Sun, I know we are in a bad situation now, but isn't the big fat guy in front?"
He pointed to Qingxiang Village.
Sun San raised his head and looked towards the brightest place in front of him.
The village at the end is full of lights.
"Yeah," Sun San said, "There are really big fat guys over there."
"If you bite off this piece of fat, we will have capital!"
Sun San said nothing and waved his hand again.
This chapter has been completed!