I remember that a long time ago, Niu Jinda, the general manager of the march, once said to Xiao Han: In this life, a person can die of illness, falling, old age, or even fighting! The only thing is that he cannot starve to death!
Because hunger is the most vicious punishment from God! There is no one!
As a modern person, Xiao Han, who had never experienced what it felt like to be hungry, found it difficult to understand the old general's thoughts.
When he thought about it, he was just hungry for a few meals and not stabbed a few times. How could he be labeled the most vicious?
So this doubt lasted until he and Liu Hongji were blocked in the Qinling Mountains and had no food for several days in the ice and snow, and then they finally understood the true meaning of the old general's words.
He had only been hungry for a few days, but he felt that his mind was already blank! He was only thinking about one thing, and that was to find something to fill his stomach!
Apart from this, he has no interest in other people or things.
"Dad?!Dad!"
After organizing the team, Jiayi led Xiao Han and others from the front, walking through the huge team of refugees outside the city.
Originally, Jiayi was worried that something might happen to him during this period, such as being stopped by refugees begging for food.
But what he didn't expect was that when the refugees who were sitting or lying on the ground saw them coming, they just raised their heads with difficulty, looked at their withered horse bags, and then quickly lowered their heads, not bothering to look further.
One glance!
However, they didn't have the energy to look at Xiao Han and others, but Xiao Han and others' eyes inevitably passed over these people!
Just like that, when they were halfway through, one of the captives accidentally saw a familiar figure not far away, and he was immediately stunned!
That figure is clearly his father!
But when I followed those people, my father had clearly been settled, so why did he appear here again?
"Yazi?"
On the other side, he suddenly heard the call of his relatives. The old man with unkempt hair and sunken eyes was also startled, and then looked here blankly!
"father!"
Looking up, he completely confirmed that this scrawny old man was his father! The refugee prisoner screamed and was about to pounce on him!
But the rope around his waist violently pulled his thrown body down. With a loud "plop", the refugee prisoner fell heavily to the ground!
"Yazi! You..." Seeing his son fall with blood all over his face, the old man not far away struggled to stand up and stumbled over to this side.
"Stop! Don't come forward!"
At the same time, when they saw the old man running staggeringly, some generals from the Xiao family were worried that he would be in danger and immediately stepped forward with their guns drawn to stop him!
However, the old man turned a blind eye to the bright tip of the gun and just bumped straight towards him.
"Let him come over."
Seeing that the sharp spear point was about to hit the old man's thin body, Xiao Han in front sighed softly and waved his hand to signal the general to get out of the way.
"Here!"
After receiving Xiao Han's order, the general immediately raised his palm, wiped the old man's tattered clothes with his spear, and took it back to the horse.
"Yazi, what's wrong with you!"
The old man, who had no idea that he had just walked away from the gate of hell, stumbled to the refugee prisoner, grabbed the thick rope tied around his waist, and asked in a weak and trembling voice: "Did you do something?
You did something bad and got caught?"
"Dad!" The refugee prisoner fell to the ground and did not answer his father's question. He just said in a trembling voice: "Didn't they give you a house to live in and food to eat? And the belongings I got, didn't they?
Did someone give it to you? Why are you here again! Where are mom and the others?"
"House, food?" After hearing these two words, a glimmer of light finally flashed through the old man's cloudy eyes, but in an instant, the glimmer disappeared again.
"You, after you left, they kicked us out. At that time, many people clamored for an explanation, but they were chopped down by those people! In the chaos, your mother and I were separated..."
After struggling to say these words, the old man gasped twice and remembered that his son was still tied up. He struggled and knelt down to the generals on horseback around him:
"Dear heroes, did my bastard steal your food? I beg you, hero, for the sake of being very hungry, please spare him! If that doesn't work, you can just arrest the old man and take the blame. The old man will kowtow to you. Kowtow to you."
Got it!"
After saying that, the old man shivered and started kowtow!
However, because he hadn't eaten for a long time, he only knocked twice and became dizzy for a while. In the end, he could only lean on his son and breathe heavily.
"Dad! Dad!"
Looking at the pale old father, the refugee prisoner had already burst into tears!
Perhaps, in the eyes of my father, who has been kind all his life, the worst thing he can do is to steal a bite of food from others when he is hungry!
But he would never have imagined that in these days, under the bewitchment of those people! He seemed to be possessed, killing, looting, burning, almost doing all the worst things in the world!
Now, thinking about what he had done, he suddenly woke up and really regretted it!
However, in this world, is there any regret medicine that can be taken?
"Let's go!"
Ahead, Xiao Han sighed softly, and immediately a general jumped off his horse, forcibly picked up the refugee prisoner who had fallen to the ground, and continued to move forward.
"Yazi! Yazi!!"
Behind him, the old man suddenly lost his support and struggled to hold his son, but in vain he only stretched out his hand to grab a ball of air. In front of him, his son was being carried by those black-armored cavalry, going further and further away until he disappeared.
among the refugees.
People must be responsible for their own actions.
Putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha immediately is sheer fart!
I want to become a Buddha, I want to repent! OK! I’ll pay off the debt I owe first!
Otherwise, this so-called repentance is the greatest irony to those who have been hurt!
The life and death of the old man and his son did not cause even the slightest stir among the countless refugees under Ningcheng City.
Perhaps for these refugees, they have seen too many joys and sorrows these days, enough to make them numb!
They really don't have the extra energy and thought to pay attention to other people's grief and sadness.
But those refugee men who were also captives were as if they were falling into an ice cave, while their eyes were wide open, wanting to see if there were any relatives of their own among these refugees.
