When he opened his eyes, he saw Huagu Xiong staring at him, and there were a few bamboo shoots with mud on the ground.
Looking at the bolt again, the good guy is sleeping soundly with a piece of rotten wood between his legs.
The skin of the rotten wood was almost bald.
"Sir, you're awake!"
Yang Yuchun rubbed his eyes. This half-grown child hadn't slept much all night.
It's not that it's cold, but that I'm worried that enemies might touch this place, so I'm always on guard holding an iron bar.
It’s really difficult for this child.
"Woke up!"
Jia Liu kicked his slave Yang Zhi's butt angrily, causing the latter to jump up in shock: "One of our own, don't shoot!"
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The speechless Jia Liuzhen didn't know how his father Daquan thought that his son would not die as long as Shuan Zhu was around.
He scratched Hua Gou Xiong's chin and asked Shuan Zhu to quickly cut off the bamboo shoots and share a portion with everyone. He also called Madri, the captain of Sauron's army,
Ask him to take people to dig some bamboo shoots nearby.
At present, the team of several hundred people has no food at all, so just get some bamboo shoots and mats.
A meal is a meal.
After going to see the condition of Lao Changtong's wounded, Jia Liu picked out the tenderest bamboo shoot and personally delivered it to Master Bo.
What happened last night was so shocking that Mr. Bo's condition after he woke up was obviously not as good as before.
When Jia Liu came over, President Li, who had just woken up, was comforting Mr. Bo, saying that no one thinks about unexpected things, but what can we do if they happen? Drinking water can choke people, and going to the latrine can also drown people. The King of Hell If you ask someone to die at the third watch, can you still delay it until the fifth watch?
Therefore, this is fate, Master Bo, please don’t take it too seriously.
Mr. Bo was leaning under an old pine tree that was probably hundreds of years old, staring blankly at the withered grass at his feet without saying a word.
Seeing Jia Liu coming over, President Li immediately became energetic, mainly because he saw the bamboo shoots in Jia Liu's hands.
I've been very angry these past two days.
It’s best to eat something light.
"grown ups,
Please have something to eat,"
Jia Liu relayed his persuasion.
What he can say is that Mr. Bo, the Vice-Capital of Manchuria, is the backbone of the big guys.
A large group of people are waiting for Mr. Bo to lead them out. What will happen to so many people if Mr. Bo falls?
Not a word was mentioned about the incident last night when 35 Eight Banners officers and soldiers, including a third-class imperial guard, were collectively martyred due to Mr. Bo's excessive bravery.
"Yes, yes, you can't fall. Once you fall, people's hearts will fall apart."
President Li grabbed the bamboo shoots from Jia Liu's hand and began to peel them. After peeling, he broke off the tenderest part and handed it to Mr. Bo along with the salt, while he ate the rest.
Perhaps it was Jia Liu's youthful vitality that awakened Mr. Bo's withered heart, and he actually spoke.
"I'm not hungry, you can eat."
Mr. Bo pushed back the bamboo shoots that President Li handed him.
"Sir, people are like iron and rice is like steel. If you don't eat even one meal, you will be hungry."
Jia Liu couldn't let Bo Qing'e sink into ruin. He pointed at the opponent and rushed forward to cover for him.
There was another round of earnest persuasion, but to no avail.
I was getting a little impatient and was wondering whether I should give this old boy a slap in the head to make him see the situation clearly.
That guy Zu Yingyuan came over with a bunch of braids.
Some of the braids were bloody.
Jia Liuyi was startled and asked Zu Yingyuan whose braids belonged to them.
Zuda,
It was the fallen soldiers who were accidentally killed last night. He also explained that he was going to take out the braids of these fallen soldiers and give them to their families.
This can give people something to think about at home.
After saying that, he rolled his eyes at Jia Liu pretending to be nothing.
Jia Liu's eyelids twitched, Zu Yingyuan was such a loser.
"Sir, this one belongs to the imperial guard Mr. Kongo,"
Zu Yingyuan specially picked a braid to show to Deputy Governor Bo.
Mr. Bo reacted. After looking at the dozens of braids in a daze, he suddenly stood up and slammed into a big tree not far away in front of the shocked eyes of the three people.
No way!
Jia Liu was stunned. His instinct was to pull it, but he was still a step too slow.
Gulu
He saw Master Bo's fat figure flashing past his eyes like an arrow from a string.
President Li also did not expect Mr. Bo to be such a strong-willed person. The bamboo shoots he had not chewed in his mouth dropped to the ground with a shocked "clack".
Zu Yingyuan reached out and pulled it, but it was lonely.
What can Jia Liu do, who has no time to stop him? He just waits to collect the body.
However, after two or three breaths, I did not hear the "plop" sound of hitting the tree.
In front of the big tree, Master Bo suddenly stopped his feet, his body still bent forward, his head about two palms away from the tree, and his right foot slipped on the ground and left a mud mark about four or five feet long.
"well!"
Master Bo, who punched the tree, suddenly turned around and rushed towards Zu Yingyuan, snatching his saber while the opponent looked at him in astonishment.
It turns out that Mr. Bo was worried that he would not be killed and would make these people laugh, so he wanted to end his sinful life in a more violent way.
"Bang!" sound.
Master Bo, who used all his strength to draw the knife, leaned back due to the inertia, like a beautiful arc.
With a "plop", it landed heavily.
When he landed, his right hand was holding a knife handle without a blade.
Jia Liu was dumbfounded, President Li was dumbfounded.
Zu Yingyuan looked at the scabbard hanging on his waist and twitched his cheek several times: "My knife broke when it rolled down the slope yesterday."
"Sir, you can't do this!"
President Li rushed forward and helped Mr. Bo up, whose butt hurt from the fall.
"Why, why don't you have a knife in your sheath!"
"I can't help the soldiers, I might as well die!"
"Let me die!"
"I am ashamed of the emperor and the Qing Dynasty!"
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Bo Qing'e was very emotional and struggled desperately to break free from Chairman Li's restraints.
He really doesn't want to live anymore.
He felt that he was simply a joke to the Eight Banners and a disgrace to the imperial court!
After coming to Jinchuan for three months, he didn't kill a single bandit, but killed 35 Eight Banners soldiers. How could he have the dignity to see the emperor!
"Why are you still standing there, come and hug me!"
"Ah? Ah!"
Zu Yingyuan quickly stepped forward to help President Li "control" Mr. Bo.
"Let me die, let me die"
Master Bo had tears streaming down his face, his eyes were red, his breathing was rapid, and he looked like he had no love in his life.
Jia Liu was so shocked that he could not speak. He did not expect that there were such staunch people in the Eight Banners. He had to reflect on whether he had underestimated the heroes of the Eight Banners.
If everyone in the Eight Banners was as strong as Bo Qing'e, it would be really difficult for him to make progress.
Forget it, since he is bent on seeking death, Jia Liu has nothing to say, and all dirty thoughts have been completely given up.
He is greedy for life and afraid of death, but he respects heroes who take death seriously.
Gritting his teeth, he pulled out the saber that he had never seen blood with a "bang" sound. He walked calmly to Bo Qing'e, who was struggling desperately, and handed the knife to him respectfully.
"Sir, please!"
President Li was stunned, and Zu Yingyuan was stunned. There was only one thought in their minds: I don’t want this vice president anymore?
Jia Liu shook his head slightly and told the two of them clearly: Think of other ways.
President Li let go of his hand, and so did Zu Yingyuan.
Mr. Bo was startled for a moment, but for some reason he turned his head into the distance.
It's the north.
It’s also my hometown.
After seven or eight breaths, Mr. Bo turned his head back again, but sighed softly and said: "I die, what will you do?"