Douluo's Fate Modification System

Chapter 513 Chapter 520 Second, don't shoot, your own people!
The closed door of the star gate creaked open.

Just walked through the gate of hell, the joy of being able to return to the old army as a Xingluo soldier has not yet faded from Song Wu's face.

Just like everyone else, he was pinned to the ground on the spot by his own men who rushed out of Guanzhong.

Reverse clamp, binding, locking, gag, body search, everything is available.

The clothes in their baggage were taken away together with the box of candy and the golden dragon medal, and even the few big pot helmets that the cook kindly gave them were not spared.

The ultra-thick pancake baked with ten catties of noodles, although it tastes like ordinary pancakes, is much more delicious than dry food mixed with wheat bran, rice bran and rice husk.

The soldiers in charge of the body search almost couldn't hold back the tangy noodle fragrance and the slightly sweet taste of burning sugar.

Everyone swallowed hard into their throats, resisting the urge to stuff them directly into their mouths, and put these "enemy assets" into a big box.

Song Wu whined, trying to explain something.

But his mouth was gagged and he couldn't speak at all.

His arms were locked with ropes and shackles, and more than 300 other soldiers were thrown into a cold prison by his former subordinates.

These soldiers who were just glad that they survived and were not excited about returning to the army couldn't figure out what was going on?

After finally resisting the temptation and preparing to come back and serve the country loyally, why would I be treated like an enemy by my avatar?
Xia Ling had expected that these loyal and patriotic soldiers would receive such treatment.

Because this is what he arranged and wanted to achieve.

The final step of the scheming.

Destroy the enemy's morale from within.

Although he admired the spirit of these people very much in his heart, he had to do so, and he would not be soft-hearted because of this.

The position of the buttocks is different, the position is different, and the problems that are done are naturally different.

As the saying goes: In his position, seek his own government.

Xia Ling, as the de facto supreme leader of Wuhun Hall, must be responsible for the lives of his subordinates and the safety of the entire continent.

Now that the war has been launched and Douluo Star is ready to be unified in a short period of time, he is ready to be called an executioner, a devil, and bear infamy on him.

Even if the mainland public opinion is now in the hands of Wuhundian, he can gain a momentary reputation.

But Xia Ling knew very well in his heart that according to the urine nature of the human race, someone would definitely pull him out and criticize him after tens of thousands of years.

However, he doesn't care.

Having lived in Douluo Continent for more than 20 years, he is no longer the college student who just crossed over from a civilized society.

In order to accomplish the set goal in the shortest time and at the lowest cost, Xia Ling must use some tough methods that will cause trauma to some people.

With fewer hard bones like Song Wu, the less resistance Wuhundian will encounter in unifying the mainland.

To these loyal soldiers, he could only say "sorry" silently in his heart.

By the time Wu Song and the soldiers in the prison were untied, but still wearing steel shackles, it was already evening.

Song Wu no longer tried to defend himself, he observed everything in Tianxing Pass coldly.

The food seems to have improved slightly compared to before they were captured.

At least Dai Mubai didn't let the soldiers eat hard food continuously.

When it’s meal time, the auxiliary soldiers in charge of logistics will throw some grains with their husks into the pot to cook, sprinkle a little salt, and then throw some black things that can’t be seen clearly.

In fact, it was the firewood jerky given to the veterans before.

Such a lot of things can be cooked casually, and it can be regarded as broth.

Although the taste is still worrying, at least it is much better than dry chewing.

At any rate, soak the dry food in it and eat it without snoring!
After the soldiers had finished eating, the auxiliary soldiers carried the cauldron to the prison gate to feed the suspected spies.

One bowl of soup per person is the same as that of other soldiers, gone.

Don't even have to eat a piece of dry food.

And there are no pieces of dried meat in it, only some boiled and unknown crops.

Strictly speaking, this thing is much stronger than when they forced dry food down.

However.
This is simply a kind of torture for the prisoners who have eaten the food of the Wuhun Army for nearly a month, with one meat, two vegetables and one soup every day.

What did that sentence say?

I could have endured the darkness if I hadn't seen the light.

Song Wu held the bowl in both hands, staring at the bowl of clear soup with little water in a daze.

"Song Jiang. Then what, why don't you eat it? You are pawing and pawing, and I secretly hid some pieces of dried meat and dry food for you. Hurry up, or if someone comes later, Neither of us are having a good time."

The auxiliary soldier who was in charge of serving the meals obviously respected Song Wu very much, so he whispered these two words to him when no one was around.

Song Wu showed a look of embarrassment, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, squeezed his nose and snorted, and poured it into his mouth.

The dry food has been soaked soft, like a cotton sleeve.

Coupled with the seasoning of only salt and the heavy, moldy earthy smell after the grains have been stored for dozens of days, the taste and taste are completely indescribable in words.

The jerky was as salty and bitter as ever, even after being stewed for a long time, it didn't soften at all, and it was still a challenge to the cheeks.

Song Wu has now begun to doubt life.

I have eaten this thing for decades, but this is the first time I find it so difficult to swallow.

He wasn't the only one like this, all the prisoners grinned, as if they were taking poison.

They all gritted their teeth and poured it into their stomachs.

If you can't eat it, you have to eat it.

According to Dai Mubai's moody temper, the ghost knows if the next meal will be available, and when it will be available.

Don't die in the war, but starve to death in your own cell, that would be a lot of fun.

In the middle of the night, the prisoners leaned on each other to sleep in the cell.

They were all pulled out for interrogation one by one just now, and Song Wujiang told all the information he knew about the Wuhun Army.

Song Wu leaned against the wall, looking at the deep starry sky through the narrow window.

He didn't regret that he didn't lead the toll home with the younger brother he had recognized earlier, because he was a soldier, General Huwei of the Star Luo Empire.

But now, he was locked in a cell by his own people, as if they were really traitors and traitors.

He had a bitter smile on his face.

After eating, he already figured out the intention of Wuhun Army at noon.

Just based on the scene of eating together and the call "brother", Dai Mubai will never trust them again.

Even if the Wuhun army really didn't ask anything in these 20 days, it didn't help if they really didn't say anything.

But what he said was empty-handed, and the suspicious Dai Mubai would not believe it at all.

late at night.

With the determination to die, several former subordinates of Song Wu came to the room where Dai Mubai lived temporarily.

They were going to say a few good words for their former boss and see if they could save his name.

However, to their surprise, the messengers standing guard outside let them go in directly.

When a few people walked in bravely, what they saw was Dai Mubai who was playing with a few golden dragon medals in his hands, and still eating sugary fire in his mouth.

There are still several large boxes of this kind of sugar burning, there are as many as a thousand, and they are all piled up in this room now.

Not made with brown sugar though.

But the combination of sugar, sesame paste, and white flour is still very good. If Xingluo says it is only for the royal family, people will definitely believe it.

"Is something wrong?"

Those bloody eyes that came from hell raised up, and the cold and hard eyes made people feel cold all over.

The officer with the highest rank gritted his teeth, knelt on the ground and said, "Your Majesty, General Song Wu, he will never betray the country, and several of his subordinates are willing to guarantee it with their lives!"

"Hmph, I need you to remind me? Of course I know that General Song will not treason!"

Dai Mubai threw out the golden dragon medal in his hand.

At this moment, the magnificent medal turned into a murder weapon, piercing one of the officer's ears and piercing through the extremely thick wall.

"When I was still the prince, General Song was bestowed with the word "Huwei" by the late emperor himself. Do you think I don't know what this means? I need you, an idiot, to remind me?"

Tiger Might, this is the highest and most special title among the generals of the Star Luo Empire.

It is difficult even for a soul master to have this title, let alone Song Wu is just an ordinary person.

Sometimes there will not be a Tiger General in a hundred years.

Only warriors who are absolutely loyal to the Star Luo Empire and have outstanding military exploits will be awarded this special title.

Song Wuzu has been a general for generations, and he has accumulated his own talents from generation to generation, which is how he earned the name of Huwei.

"Then why are you"

A general blurted out.

But he stopped abruptly after speaking only halfway through.

The talking head has moved.

It was also a golden dragon medal that smashed his head.

Dai Mubai smiled contemptuously.

"What do I need you to teach me? What are you? Get the hell out of here while I'm in a good mood."

The other general could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and wanted to explode on the spot.

The colleague on the side had sharp eyes and quick hands, hurriedly strangled his face, and pulled him out of the room after hurriedly thanking him.

"General Huwei? It's just trash, hmph! You want me to lock Wu Song up as a spy and drive a wedge between me and my soldiers? I won't let you do it!"

Dai Mubai crumpled a large handful of golden dragon emblems in his hand into a twisted metal aggregate, and threw it on the ground casually.

Looking at this small badge, he could always think of Xia Ling's face with a smug smile.

Dai Mubai got up angrily, and disappeared into the room in a flash.

The next time it appears, it is already the place where Yu Xiaogang recuperates.

Under the treatment of the blood crystal, the wound he was blasted by Soul Devourer had almost healed, and he even improved a bit in terms of cultivation, successfully condensing a bloody cultivation core.

Yu Xiaogang opened his eyes, seeing that the person who came was his favorite student, there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

"Mubai? You came at the right time. Come and see the achievements of Teacher's practice. I have successfully condensed the black crystal you mentioned. Now I feel that I can beat the ten previous selves!"

"Yes, that's really great, disciple is very happy for you."

Dai Mubai replied with a half-smile, and at the same time used his mental power to check the situation inside Yu Xiaogang's body, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Teacher, our supply convoy has arrived two days later than the scheduled time, and the scouts we sent have not come back. I suspect that our supply line has been cut off, and the Wuhundian may have detoured to the team in a way we don't know rear."

Yu Xiaogang turned pale with shock.

With their current food reserves, they can only last up to seven days without supplies.

Seven days later, the food was cut off, and the 200 million army had to mutiny.

"Mubai, what should I do? Why don't I lead the troops to attack them again?"

Dai Mubai waved his hands calmly.

"Teacher, don't worry. Those soldiers who have escaped have already explained that the Wuhun army can't exceed 15 people at best. The supply of food will be open for the next three days. After three days, when you have stabilized your cultivation, we will fight to the death with the Wuhun army." .”

The next day.

After pinching his nose again and eating a bowl of "broth", it didn't take long for the more than 300 prisoners suspected of spies to be released.

But they were all deprived of their positions and incorporated into the battalion of dead soldiers.

Even Song Wu was no exception.

Dai Mubai did not deprive him of the honor of General Huwei, but he still lost his military rank and rights, and became a soldier at the bottom.

This is a team composed of criminals, prisoners, wrong soldiers, deserters, etc.

In daily life, they have to do the most and the most tiring work.

In a war, they have to take the worst equipment and charge on the front line.

Fortunately, their food is the same as everyone else's and has not been skimped.

When it was time for lunch, not only did everyone get a bowl of soup soaked in several pieces of dried meat with a few leaves floating in it, and a piece of dry food that was not mixed with a large amount of unknown ingredients, they even got a handful of dried meat. Beans sautéed with salt.

Except for the captives who had just been released, the soldiers in the death camp all ate without image, even the soldiers who were closed guards, and even the elite soldiers of the elite army next door devoured them.

This is already the best food they have eaten in half a year, and everyone is as happy as the new year.

Song Wu still soaked the dry food until soft as before, and gulped it down forcefully.

Finally, with an extremely difficult expression, he chewed hard the iron-like salt beans, and rinsed them with water.

This process is really difficult for a veteran who is nearly [-] years old, and his teeth are almost broken.

Compared with others, Song Wu is still good.

The rest of the people who had the same experience as him had hideous facial expressions and ugly faces.

Seeing these [-] or so people who had just been released grin their teeth, the people who were in the camp beside them couldn't help but ask: "I said, brother, you can't do it? The food is delicious, why are you all eating?" That face is as ugly as a dead old lady?"

The person who was asked stopped chewing and swallowing vigorously, took a sip of the soup, and swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty.

He took a few breaths before replying: "Fuck you, your old lady just died. I didn't think this thing was so bad, but since I was captured by the Wuhun Army, I didn't know what it was called. gourmet food!"

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