Jiaohua

Chapter 709 waved his hand (second more)
After speaking, Sun San turned and left.

A man walked towards him quickly, and at the same time reached out his hand to stop him: "Brother Sun, you can't do it!"

Sun San sighed, endlessly.

The man pulled Sun San to the side: "If they really find a new one, the newly selected one will definitely not see you well, and you will be finished! If you are the leader now, no one will I can control you, what you say is what, if you have some luck, maybe you are the emperor's life!"

They were some distance away from the sea of ​​people holding torches, at least fifty steps away.

In the light of the fire in the distance, Sun San was a head taller than that man with a clean face, and his figure was even taller than the man who came to block the way.

"Brother Sun, let me agree. You are the deputy sword guard of Weiping Mansion, and you are the only one among us who has been a military officer! If you have the Tao, the brothers can follow the chickens and dogs to ascend to heaven!" the man said again.

"I'll call you brother, can you let me go?" Sun San frowned, "I really don't want to do big things, I just want to have something to eat."

"But now we have nothing to eat!"

"There's nothing to eat, why should I be the team leader?"

"You were an officer!"

Sun San shook his head. In fact, everyone knew that his little officer was able to rely on his family background.

But now, less than one-tenth of the people living in Weiping Mansion are less than one-tenth, and his fairly good family background has long since been washed away by the incoming river tide.

Sun San didn't want to be verbose, waved his hand, turned and left.

The man who came to block the way sighed heavily, and looked at the man behind who had a clean face.

"Brother Zhong, Third Brother Sun is a dead-headed man, it really doesn't make sense."

Brother Zhong looked at Sun San's back coldly, and said with a slightly blunt Youzhou accent: "It's not a brain, it's a waste."

His voice was silent, but Sun San heard it.

Trash.

Sun San thought to himself, as long as there is food to eat, being a waste is fine...

But, I'm really hungry now.

The refugees surrounding Qingxiang Village were stopped by tall carbine-repelling guns, and there was a very deep ravine behind the carbine-repelling guns.

The only main road that can enter the village is guarded by [-] militiamen armed with swords.

This road is full of torches, and the raging fire shines on the cold blade. The young militiamen are waiting in battle, and many people are quietly yawning.

And in front of this road, more and more refugees are pouring in.

Only fifty steps away, the refugees clamored for food and wanted to go in.

Some even raised their voices and threatened to rush in and kill people without food.

Zhan Qiye had sharp ears, and when he heard the sound from a distance, he immediately became angry.

"Kill that man to death!" Zhan Qiye quickly walked down from the top, pointed at the refugee who said he was going to kill him, and said sharply, "Whoever beat him to death, I will distribute the food to him!"

The refugees froze for a moment.

Several sages and squires beside Zhan Qiye also yelled in unison, demanding that the nonsense talker be killed.

Desire is the fire that ignites, and long-term hunger is the fiercest and most intense fuel.

The eyes of the refugees gradually changed, vicious, greedy, and hungry.

"If you kill him, you will be given food!"

"All those who said they would come in and kill people will be killed!"

"Kill them to death! Don't dare to fart!"

"Whoever kills this person first will get another bowl of meat!"

……

The refugees who thought they were united fell into chaos in an instant.

Once the group is dominated, the goodness, thinking ability and discerning ability of the individual become nothingness.

No matter how rational an elder is, he has become a murderous knife.

When Zhan Jiuye arrived, the scene was filled with ferocious faces.

The few refugees who were beaten to death could not tell what they looked like, and one of their scalps was torn off, which shows that they suffered great pain during their lifetime.

The corpses were pulled out by the refugees and thrown on the ground, and Zhan Qiye ordered several militiamen to bring food in exchange.

And these corpses were hung up high at the gate of Qingxiang Village amidst the howling of their relatives.

Zhan Jiuye frowned, stood for a while, then turned and walked towards the ancestral hall.

After walking a few steps, he saw Lao Tong who was being pulled over to make up the count, who was also holding a knife in his hand.

Zhan Jiuye didn't expect him to fuse so quickly. After thinking about it, he walked up and said, "Daxia Tong!"

Old Tong looked at him expressionlessly.

"This..." Zhan Jiuye didn't know what to say.

"The refugees are pitiful enough," Old Tong said in a heavy voice, "They shouldn't be touched, but they themselves want to enter the village to kill people. If this idea is ignored, the people in the village will not be safe."

"Yes!" Master Zhan Jiu sighed.

"It's all for living," Old Tong looked at the hanging corpses, "This troubled world is so fucking disgusting!"

Zhan Jiuye didn't go to the ancestral hall anymore, and stayed here to stand with Lao Tong.

Although Zhan Jiuye didn't know what to say, but Lao Tong and Zhi Changle were people close to Miss Ah Li, and he wanted to get closer to Miss Ah Li through them.

The scene in front of the village continued.

The refugees were silent for a while, and someone dared to speak again, wanting to ask for a bite of food.

Zhan Qiye stepped back and listened to the voices outside.

Everyone is irritable and fearful.

If you are really in a hurry, you are hungry, and you are desperate to break in, then what should you do.

The turmoil gradually receded at midnight, but Zhan Qiye did not allow anyone to relax their guard, and took turns to be on duty until dawn.

And those few corpses have been hanging high like this, despite the begging of the relatives of the corpses, Zhan Qiye will not be moved.

Sun San sat on the side of the road, watching the retreating refugees pass by numbly and silently.

In the past, when he saw poor people, Sun San would give some of his money to charity.

A few beggars on the street relied on him for this.

But now, the turmoil of the troubled times has reached this point, and he has become a poor man.

"Brother Sun!" Wen Yan, who had been looking for him all this time, finally found him, "Brother Sun, everyone is looking for you!"

"No." Sun San said without thinking.

"No, I want you to take a look and see who is better to choose. The one surnamed Zhong ran to find two people."

Sun San raised his eyebrows, somewhat unexpectedly: "Strange."

"Why is that strange?"

"It took me a few days to choose me, and I spent so many days on me, and now I have found two people at once. Is he in such a hurry?"

"You don't want oil and salt!" Hearing this, he scoffed, "It's good for you if the fat and water don't flow into the fields of outsiders. You don't want to be sent to be the emperor."

The word "emperor" made Sun San laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Hearing this, he said unhappily, "Brother Sun, I know we are in a bad situation now, but isn't the big fat one in front?"

He pointed out that it was Qingxiang Village.

Sun San raised his head and looked towards the brightest place in front of him.

The village at the end is full of lights.

"Yeah," Sun San said, "there's really big fat over there."

"Eat off this piece of fat, and we will have capital!"

Sun San didn't speak, but waved his hand again.

(End of this chapter)