"It's already snowing in the Central Plains at this time, but this damn place is still so damn hot!"
In Yangon City, Myanmar, Zhao Shi, who had a dark face and no trace of his former handsomeness and ambition, sat under a big tree with a straw stick in his mouth, squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky, cursing silently in his heart.
Now he is more like a soldier. His seemingly peaceful eyes are full of cruelty and ferocity, and his gestures are full of hostility.
Since landing in Myanmar, he has never fought without fighting.
At the beginning, he could not face the cruel battlefield, the inhumane massacre, let alone the crying women and children. Even though those people were not considered human in the eyes of many Ming soldiers, he still could not take action.
Can not bear to look.
He would often wake up from nightmares and tremble all over.
But now he is completely indifferent.
He is so indifferent that even if he is transferred back to Yangon City to rest, he will still hold the knife in his hand tightly and still look at everyone with vigilance. Even deep in his heart, because there is no one to kill now, there is something difficult to vent.
mood.
War can bring out the worst in a person.
It can also make people transform from good people to evil people.
The sun is very dazzling, and the winter in Myanmar is still very scorching, making people's bodies sticky.
Zhao Shi squinted his eyes and lowered his head, his eyes casually scanning the military camp where he was. This place used to be the private estate of Burmese nobles, but now it has become the paradise of the Ming army.
"Haha, Boss Cao is going to eat meat again!"
In the distance, a burst of wanton and ferocious laughter reached my ears.
Several wounded soldiers wearing leather armor rushed towards the camp gate with a roar.
"Let's go, let's go!" Cao Rui couldn't stop laughing and waving his hands, "I'm going to play first, get the hell away, don't listen to the wall!"
"Hahaha!" There was a burst of laughter from the surroundings, and all the soldiers had strong expectations in their eyes.
Zhao Shi could see clearly that Cao Rui was holding a Burmese woman with dark skin but very plump shape in his hand.
The woman did not scream or suffer. She was dragged on the ground by Cao Rui in a numb state. But the light in her eyes was like that of a wolf cub or a poisonous snake.
"Cao Tou, be careful this little bitch gives you a bite out of the blue and bites off your words!"
Seeing Cao Rui dragging the woman into the house, some soldiers cheered loudly.
Tear!
Before the door was even closed, there was the sound of clothes breaking.
Zhao Shi pouted, shook his head and turned his gaze elsewhere.
In the past, he might have gone up to stop it. But now...he is too lazy to care, not willing to care, let alone care.
Because he knew that no matter what he cared about, these Ming troops were the invaders in the hearts of the Burmese people.
Not only will people not be grateful to him, but his kindness will also harm himself and Pao Ze.
Just like the time when they set out from Yangon City a few months ago, the musketeer battalion he was in occupied a village. It was just an occupation. There was no murder or arson, nor was there any robbery of property. They even returned some things to the Burmese people.
One of his comrades went to fetch water from the well, but was stabbed hard in the back by a skinny boy.
The man who died in the hands of a child was only seventeen years old...
And so on, someone was stabbed by a woman, by a child, by an old man because of his soft-heartedness, the list goes on and on.
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"Hiss...hoo...hot!"
A soldier, who was a few years older than Zhao Shi, grinned and held a boiling pot as he hurried over.
Before anyone arrived, the aroma was already fragrant.
"Huh!" The soldier put down the pot, kept blowing on his hands, and then grinned, "Uncle Guo, try it, it's so delicious..."
This soldier is from Guangdong. When he was seven years old, his family was sent to Gansu to serve as a soldier because his father committed a crime. No one knew his name, and everyone called him by his nickname, Bad Eyes.
Although he looks harmless when he smiles, he kills people as neatly as a butcher.
Zhao Shi glanced at the hot meat in the pot and curled his lips, "What's that again?"
"Snake!" Lan Yanming laughed, "It's been cooked for a long time, it's so good!" He took the chopsticks to fish out the meat and continued, "Listen to my dad, over there in my hometown,
In winter, snake meat is eaten to keep away the cold..."
"It's as hot as summer today, where's the cold coming from?" Zhao Shi also picked up the bowl and started quickly.
"Well..." Hearing this, Ming's eyes froze, and he looked into the distance with a hint of loneliness on his face, "Yes, it's not cold here!"
But in a second, he started eating meat viciously again, "It doesn't matter if it's cold or not, I'm going to eat something good anyway!"
Then, with a swipe of his mouth, he said, "I'll catch voles tomorrow... Didn't you see, the voles caught in the forward camp are bigger than cats!"
"Catch it, catch it and bake it, it will taste good only if it is dry!" Zhao Shi chewed the snake meat in his mouth vigorously.
"What a pity!" Lan Yanming spit out a piece of cartilage from his mouth, "There is no soup... Hey, I haven't had soup for a long time, and my body is very damp!"
Zhao Shi ignored him and continued to eat the meat in the pot. It was very fragrant, smooth and tender.
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It only took a while, but the pot was almost completely eaten away, leaving only a few scattered pieces of meat.
Just as Zhao Shi was about to take off his chopsticks, a big hand reached in and snatched away the best piece of meat.
"Uncle Guo, you are not being honest, you are hiding here and eating alone!"
Zhao Shi raised his head, looked at the other party, and then looked at the distance. A group of soldiers were almost beaten into pieces because of who entered the room first.
"So fast?" Zhao Shi looked at Cao Rui in confusion.
Cao Rui, shirtless and covered in hair like a monkey, asked, "What's so fast?"
"No..." Zhao Shi wiped his mouth, "You came out right after you entered? Isn't that too fast?"
The rotten-eyed Mingye nodded, "Yes, it's too fast!" He said, scanning Cao Rui, "Do you want me to make soup for you tomorrow?"
"Go away!" Cao Rui gave Bad Eye Ming a slap in the face and looked at Zhao Shi, "Are you unhappy? You guys have half a stick of incense when you go in, right?"
"At most it's time to fart!" Zhao Shi curled his lips.
"Tsk..." Cao Rui couldn't help but asked, "Are you trying to kill me on purpose?" As he spoke, he continued with some annoyance, "That's what happened. He cut the mess with a sharp knife, as fierce as a tiger.
Just be comfortable and that’s it!”
"Hehe!" Zhao Shi smiled mischievously, "You feel comfortable, where are others?"
"As long as I feel comfortable, I don't care about her!" Cao Rui became more and more angry and squinted, "Uncle Guo, you are a bad student!"
"It would be weird if I don't learn to be a bad person when I'm with you guys who are killers!" Zhao Shi gave him a look.
At this time, he suddenly saw Cao Rui lowering his head, coming over, and whispered, "Uncle Guo, I want to discuss something with you!"
"If you fart, let it go!" Zhao Shi leaned against the tree trunk and clicked his teeth leisurely.
"I heard that you got two boxes of gold sand!" Cao Rui leaned next to him and said with a wink, "Shall we exchange it? I will exchange it with you for the cat's eye gem..."
"You can pull it, that thing is a fucking disaster now! It's everywhere!" Zhao Shi said disdainfully, "Your stupid abacus hit me on the head!"
The war completely changed this young man who used to be very gentle and gentle, from the inside out.
"How dare I!"
At first, these killers were a little resistant to the uncle in front of them, but after more than half a year of contact, they have become one with him.
"I want Jinsha to be useful!"
"What are you doing!"
"Melted into gold bars!"
"Then what!"
"Then... hide it at home and spend it as money!"
"Get out of here!" Zhao Shi scolded angrily, "As expected of the son of Marquis Jingchuan, he doesn't even look like gold or silver, he's really a descendant of the same blood. Oh, you know that gold sand can be used as money, I don't fucking
You know? Go ahead and find someone else to fight against. Don’t fuck with me! Besides, these things were all robbed based on ability, why do you trade with me? "
"I..." Cao Rui looked annoyed, "I went home late and didn't rush..."
As he spoke, he shook his head and said, "Who knew that cat eyes would become worthless so soon!"
Things are more valuable when they are rare. Once there is too much of anything, it will naturally become worthless. In the past, in the capital of the Ming Dynasty, cat's-eye gemstones were considered extremely rare and could be used as money.
Now, as these killings are shipped back box after box, they are no longer very valuable!
At this moment, a soldier came quickly and said, "Uncle Guo, I'm calling you from the platform!"
This chapter has been completed!