Is it really okay to be spurned by more than 2,900 prisoners, standing in this stinky pigsty, and being teased like a monkey by the soldiers of the Age of Gods?
Qingchen asked himself that he didn't have such a strong heart yet, but he had to start learning to understand.
Understand the hardships in this world.
Understand the helplessness of little people.
When I was at Luocheng Foreign Language School, many students felt that Qingchen was very hardworking and had to earn tuition and living expenses by themselves.
But now think about it, what does that hardship mean to today?
Even in Prison No. 18, before he became a knight, what he experienced was far less than one ten thousandth of what he experienced today.
Li Shutong helped him resolve his past sufferings, and now it's his turn to go on his own.
Jindai Yun looked straight at the prisoners, and was satisfied that the prisoners had finally succumbed to the temptation of food. He smiled and said to the Jindai soldiers: "Let them move the rocks for another hour, and distribute 2900 synthetic protein pills to 2921 people in the evening."
Great."
He broke the contract. He promised that he would not have to do any hard work today and would only get one protein bar per person, but he could change what he said at will.
Kamidai Unnao seemed to be declaring deliberately.
In this A02 secret military base, he has the final right of interpretation.
The prisoners lowered their heads numbly, and no one glared at Shendai Yun directly. Qingchen knew that these people should have been facing this kind of situation for decades.
Objections and complaints will result in a severe beating.
Jindai Yun came straight to Qingchen and said with a smile: "Isn't it ironic? Those who once swore allegiance to the Qing family are now spurning you for a bite to eat. Do you know that Qing Mu is just for this group of people to continue to live?
That’s why I didn’t commit suicide.”
Qingchen smiled and said: "Your mother is dead."
Divine Generation Yunzhi's expression froze.
He thought Qingchen would tell him about Qing's beliefs and the insistence of Qing's intelligence personnel, but what he didn't expect was the most vulgar curse.
Qingchen continued: "If you think you have the ability to make me surrender, then give it a try. From the moment I know you can't kill me, I know your ending. I'm ready to face that day.
,are you ready?"
Since the gods will not kill him, the worst case scenario is that he will be trapped here for the rest of his life.
In this case, why give in?
Jindai Yun turned around and left: "Don't worry, you will be trapped here for a long time, we can play slowly."
After finishing speaking, he said to the soldier: "First let me starve him for three days and three nights, and then feed him pig food. I will see if he is still so stubborn."
Night falls.
Qingchen saw the prisoners slowly walking towards the prison area organized by the God's Generation Soldiers.
Under the darkness, more than half of the prisoners lined up in a row, and the people behind them put their arms on the shoulders of the people in front, like a train game they played when they were children.
Those in the back have unfocused eyes, like blind people.
Qingchen was startled for a moment, but he quickly realized that this was because the prisoners had not taken in enough nutrition for a long time and had developed night blindness.
They must be guided by someone with intact vision so that they can return to the prison barracks at night.
Qingchen looked at these prisoners. Their clothes were thin chemical fiber winter clothes, and their feet were only a pair of thin rubber shoes.
Many people's ankles were swollen from the cold, and their swollen feet could barely fit into their original shoes, which looked particularly awkward.
Qingchen sat in the mud of the pigsty and looked at the empty stone trough. He patted a certain black pig and said, "You are so unlucky that I will starve you for three days."
The prisoners were silent for a while, and one prisoner who was convicted of stealing a high-caste vehicle whispered: "Is there something wrong with this guy? How long has it been since he still cared about pigs?!"
Someone behind him reminded: "Silence."
The nights in the bitter cold land were extremely cold, with temperatures reaching minus 30 degrees Celsius, making Qingchen feel as if he was frozen in the mud.
This temperature cannot kill a C-level master, it will only cause pain.
He felt all this seriously and remembered everything he experienced in his mind.
In the past, he would want to hide the painful experience, but now, he wants to feel it more deeply.
Even the sufferings of the past were brought out by him to examine one by one.
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Early the next morning.
The prisoners were driven like lambs to the quarry.
While everyone was working, they looked over at Qingchen from time to time.
They found the young man sitting in the pigsty with frost on his hair and eyebrows.
Everyone knows how difficult the night here is, especially since Qingchen's clothes were wet with saliva and he didn't eat anything.
At this time, an airship arrived, and several civilian officers in military uniforms disembarked from it, holding filming equipment in their hands.
The prisoners knew that this was to record Qingchen's embarrassment and spread it to destroy the morale of Qing's intelligence personnel.
Previously, the Jindai Financial Group was forced by Qingchen to hand over Qingmu, and the intelligence alliance was broken by Qingchen. These things have become a laughing stock in the intelligence community.
Now, the Shendai Financial Group has caught Qingchen and made him make the same mistake as Qingmu. This is the most ironic counterattack.
The officer set up the equipment and focused on the embarrassed Qingchen.
Some people wanted to get closer to take a close-up, but saw a godly soldier from the A02 base hesitate and stop them: "Don't get too close, it's dangerous."
The civilian officers were stunned for a moment. They looked at the soldiers and then at the trapped and embarrassed Qingchen in the pig pen. They did not understand where the danger came from.
However, when these officers of the God Generation Consortium were standing in the pig pen preparing to take pictures, all the prisoners saw Qingchen standing up with heavy shackles on his back.
The shackles made a clattering sound, and the frozen clothes on Qingchen's body made the sound of ice tearing, like a frozen towel being rubbed hard in winter.
At this time, everyone discovered that the Godly Soldier who was responsible for guarding Qing Chen subconsciously took a step back.
But the soldiers quickly realized that the opponent's hands were all shackled and could not be lifted, so they were unable to hurt him anymore.
He adjusted his expression and said to the civilian officers: "You can take pictures as soon as possible."
The civilian officers raised their cameras, but were shocked to see the young man slowly raising his right arm in the camera lens.
The heavy shackles made his arm muscles start to tremble. The alloy shackles weighing 800 kilograms per hand and used to restrain B-level masters made people feel breathless just by looking at them.
The prisoners watched silently. They saw the young man raising his arms little by little.
Then he smiled brightly and made a V sign with his right hand.
"Compare your life!" Qingchen said.
The civilian officers were stunned. They were here to take pictures of how embarrassed Qingchen was, but how could he look embarrassed at this moment?
The civilian officer angrily said to the soldiers: "Your superiors notified us to come over for filming, but you haven't even captured him yet. How can we film? Where is Kamishiro Unnao?"
Kamishiro Yunzhi came from the distant military camp with more than a dozen officers. He said coldly: "When will the civilians hiding in the back be able to yell at me?"
The civilian officer's momentum froze, and he said vaguely: "The superiors require that the promotional materials be photographed within seven days. It's up to you."
Kamishiro Yunzhi frowned and said: "You stay in the military camp for three days, and it will be fine after three days. Second Lieutenant, you take them to hunt in the wilderness and eat some game, which they cannot taste outside."
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An officer beside him nodded: "Understood."
"Okay, that's what you said. I'll wait for you for three days." The civilian officers took the equipment and followed the second lieutenant.
Qingchen put down his arm and said with a smile: "Hey, why do I feel that your situation in Shendai is not very good? The civil servants are so arrogant in front of you, otherwise you can join the Qing family and clean the toilets in my office at PCA.
, I will keep you safe throughout your life."
Jindai Yun looked at him directly, and then said to the prisoners: "Stop what you are doing, and each person will hit him with a stone. Just like yesterday, the person who hit him will have a synthetic protein bar to eat. One less person will hit him. Everyone will hit him with a stone."
They don't even have to eat. If anyone loses his strength, he will be whipped."
Then, Jindai Yunhe whispered again: "Don't let anyone really smash him to death."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
A prisoner who was brought here for hooking up with a high-caste woman picked up a fist-sized stone and ran over and threw it at Qingchen's head.
Qingchen just moved his head and dodged.
But being shackled and restricting his movements, he could still dodge even one person, but there was no way he could dodge more than two thousand.
One after another, the prisoners walked outside the pigsty and threw stones.
Except for Qingchen's face, which was not injured, Qingchen was covered in scars all over his body.
Qing's intelligence officers came forward. They hesitated with stones in their hands. Even though the soldiers beside them whipped them, they did not throw the stones out.
I saw the blood dripping from the backs of those people.
Qingchen said calmly: "It's okay."
Those four words again.
Qing's intelligence officers finally threw the stone, hitting Qing Chen with a loud bang, and the wounds on Qing Chen's body were opened again.
The blood mixed with the soil along the clothes, and the black pigs were frightened and hid in the corner again.
No one spoke, including Qingchen.
After all the prisoners left, he sat in the pigsty gasping for air. The prisoners were all hungry and had no strength to throw stones.
But being punched by more than 2,000 people was painful to the bone even with his current level of strength.
Early morning on the third day.
When all the prisoners came out of the prison area to work, the first thing they looked at was the pig pen, wanting to see if the boy was dead.
But the next scene stunned everyone.
I saw that around the pigsty that was originally ventilated, the boy used the stones that he threw at him yesterday to build a wind-proof wall.
The other party did not feel sorry for himself, nor did he give in. He still used his actions to demonstrate his will.
There were soldiers from the Age of Gods who rushed over crazily and knocked down the rubble wall, but Qingchen didn't look depressed.
At a certain moment, Qing's intelligence officers even felt that the young man looked at the God's Age soldiers with some pity.
