Hu Gechi's eyes were still fixed on the book, "You are talking about the military prostitute camp!"
"Hu Gechi, stop reading." Arnold ran to his side and snatched the book from his hand. Recently, she noticed that the little kid Hu Gechi seemed to have become more studious. He had never been more studious before.
Seeing that he was so serious, he had been busy reading recently. He looked down at the book in his hand and saw only the four words "Sun Tzu's Art of War" on the cover. It turned out that what he had been reading recently was a book on war.
Hu Gechi looked helplessly at the little girl in front of him, took the tea on the small table and took a sip, "Why did you suddenly ask about the military prostitute camp?"
Arnold's face turned slightly red, and his eyes rolled around. What did she say? She said she went out to play in the camp and saw a Mongolian soldier raping a woman? No, she was only three years old.
How could she know that? After thinking about it, she said slowly: "I accidentally walked there when I was going out."
"Don't run there if you have nothing to do. That's not the place you should go." Hu Gechi took the book back from her hand, found the place where he was reading before and continued reading.
Arnold always felt very uncomfortable in his heart, "I saw a sister being bullied by a group of people. Hu Gechi, can you go and save her?"
"Why do you care about the life and death of those women?" Hu Gechi finally put down the book and looked at Arnold with a puzzled face, "You are so weird today."
Arnold felt a little anxious and felt that those women were pitiful. However, she was too stupid and didn't know how to help them. "Hu Gechi, is this always like this in the military camp?"
Hu Gechi stretched out his hand and patted her head as if to comfort her, "They are Han people, specially captured military prostitutes. You are still young, and you don't understand these things yet."
She really wanted to say that she understood, and she was already in her twenties, but it was impossible for him to believe what she said. Did she want him to know that she was actually a monster, someone who came here by chance many years later?
In this era? Speaking of which, if she doesn’t understand, then he understands? “Listen to you, do you understand?”
The lights in the tent flickered slightly, and Hu Gechi's face seemed to turn red in a daze, "I, of course I understand." He focused his eyes on the book again, obviously unwilling to continue discussing this topic.
Arnold calmed down and sat on the small stool, looking outside the tent and waiting for Zhenjin to come back.
The moon was bright and clear, and in the military prostitute camp on the west side of the Mongolian army camp, screams and moans were mixed with the sound of whips. A row of soldiers were tied to wooden pillars from the waist up, and opposite there was a row of soldiers holding whips in their hands.
The big man kept thrashing him.
Zhenjin stood under the moonlight with a gloomy face, and the black robe with silver threads on his body made his figure slim. The light of the torch combined with the moonlight illuminated his face, and at this time his face was full of
It was frost, and the dark brown eyes were like sharp swords cutting into the bodies of those soldiers.
"General, have mercy on me, general, have mercy on me!"
Zhenjin slowly raised his hand, signaling the executioner to stop. "If there is a next time, I will kill him without mercy."
"Thank you, General, for sparing your life."
Zhenjin stopped talking and walked towards his tent with his slender legs.
In the small tent, Arnold was sitting there alone, getting more and more bored. Zhenjin hadn't come back after so long. Could it be that he had also gone to the military prostitute camp? While he was thinking wildly, a very familiar figure appeared in his sight.