The Nameless of the Common Clans

What should I write?

The moonlight is good tonight. There is no candlelight, but sitting outside the tent, under the bright moonlight, you can still vaguely distinguish things. Chen Mo sits cross-legged, and the cloth spread out in front of him keeps shaking in the night wind.

Although he has decided to secretly communicate with the city and help them defeat these Taiping thieves, how can he help? What can he do? Chen Mo is confused now. He can only do as his mother said, agree on a place first, and wait outside the city at an agreed time, but other than that, he feels that he should do something.

Can't do it.

Chen Mo has a headache. He has good archery skills and can hurt people's lives within ten steps, but this skill is not good on this battlefield. Even if he goes to assassinate Zhou Fang, it is probably difficult to get close to the other party ten steps. Even if he succeeds by luck, how can he escape? He wanted to communicate with the city and help defeat the Taiping bandits. He had some utilitarian purposes. He wanted to take this opportunity to get more opportunities so that he could enter the official career. He wanted to keep himself and his mother safe, but he didn't think of risking his life.

You can take risks, but you can't lose your life. This is Chen Mo's bottom line.

"You haven't slept yet?" Dalang came out of the tent, sat next to Chen Mo, and asked while looking at the cloth with only a few lines of words written on it.

"Well, I can't sleep." Chen Mo nodded. It was the first time to do such a "big thing". He was quite excited. In addition, he didn't have a rule about what to write. He just sat here in a daze most of the time.

"Ergou..." Dalang looked at Chen Mo, hesitated for a moment and said, "Can you teach me skills?"

"Skills?" Chen Mo was stunned: "I am good at archery. Do you want to learn from me?"

So far, although Chen Mo has accumulated a lot of skills, in Chen Mo's opinion, it seems that only archery is good.

"Anything is fine. I'll be alone from now on." Dalang sighed and said, "I don't know what to do either. Now that I think about it, you were so young and you were able to support a family. You were really capable. I want to learn from you."

Before, his parents were at home, and he didn't feel anything. But since his parents died and he lost their protection, Dalang gradually understood a lot. Although Chen Mo is two years younger than him, since his home was destroyed, most of the villagers were at a loss. They were driven away like dogs by the Taiping Cult. Only Chen Mo could live well in this environment. Not only did he not starve to death, but he could also protect his mother and his dog.

Forget about the people. In this environment, it is not easy to save the dog. At the beginning, Dalang saw Chen Mo kill people for Heizi with his own eyes. Dalang couldn't express how powerful Chen Mo was when asked to say that he was great, but until now, everything Chen Mo did was quite admirable.

"Do you dare to kill people?" Chen Mo suddenly asked. In this world, people like them, if they want to live and live better than others, you have to be ruthless. Chen Mo knew this truth before, and after this journey, Chen Mo felt it more deeply.

"I dare to, the one who bullied my mother was killed by me later, and no one knew." Dalang was silent for a moment and nodded.

"That's fine. In this world, you can't be timid." Chen Mo nodded and said, "Follow me to practice when you have nothing to do. I don't know what will happen in the future."

The rebellion of the Taiping Sect is naturally a disaster for them, but it may not be an opportunity. It depends on whether the wooden stake will stand up tomorrow.

Chen Mo sighed and finally wrote down what his mother taught him. He really couldn't think of any extra methods now. If it didn't stand up, he would shoot wooden arrows at people like he did during the day. Today, with the help of Dalang and A'dai, he made more than 20 wooden arrows for him. I hope it won't be wasted tomorrow.

After writing the arrow book and carefully tying it on the wooden arrow and sorting out the quiver, Chen Mo and Da Lang returned to the tent to rest.

Although it was already spring, the night was still very cold. Several people unconsciously huddled together. Heizi huddled beside Chen's mother. When he heard Chen Mo coming in, he moved his ears and shook his tail. In the dark, Chen Mo naturally didn't see him. He fell down and huddled with Da Lang and Ah Dai, and soon fell asleep.

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"I won't go. You can kill me. I'll die sooner or later anyway!"

Early in the morning, the Taiping Cult's gathering of troops was not as smooth as yesterday. The battlefield was obviously not an environment that ordinary people could adapt to. After all, for most people here, the battlefield is a place of death. Although they were able to rush to the top of the city occasionally yesterday, they didn't actually make much progress. The price was that thousands of corpses fell under the city, and no one has cleaned them up yet.

Chen Mo had just come out of the tent to gather and saw that a lot of people had gathered in their area. An old man was sitting on the ground. No matter how the elite Taiping Sect members in charge of this area scolded him, he just wouldn't get up.

"These Taiping Sect people are really interesting. That old man is about fifty or sixty years old, right? How useful can he be? If he doesn't want to leave, then don't leave." Dalang and A'dai followed Chen Mo to watch the fun, and A'dai couldn't stand it.

"If he doesn't leave, how many people do you think are willing to leave?" Chen Mo shook his head. He had bumped and bruised all the way, and he had some experience of human nature. It's not about how important a person is, but about fearing that these people will follow suit. This is the same as when Chen Mo directly killed people to protect Heizi from being snatched away and stewed.

"Yes, if that old man doesn't leave, I will definitely not go like this. So many people died yesterday, who would be willing to go?" Dalang nodded in agreement.

"Brother Mo, what are you looking for?" A'dai asked curiously when he saw Chen Mo looking around.

Chen Mo found a long wooden stick on the ground. He used a knife to cut it while looking at Dalang and said, "Who beat my mother yesterday?"

"The one who cursed the most fiercely." Dalang pointed at Chen Mo, then looked at Chen Mo and said, "Ergou, are you going to do it?"

"This is a good opportunity." Chen Mo looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to them. He whispered, "I'll touch him and hit him later. When you see the chaos ahead, mix in the crowd and shout that the Taiping Sect is killing people. Remember, when the surroundings are in chaos, get out immediately and meet up at the tent."

"I'll help you!" Dalang's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

"No need, too many people will get in the way. You help me mess up the scene so I can get out!" Chen Mo took the cut wooden thorn in his hand, wrapped the sharp knife and hid it in his arms, looked around, held the wooden thorn in his backhand, and went into the crowd.

"Brother Dalang..." Ah Dai looked at Dalang and was a little confused for a moment. Is he going to do it now? There was no sign at all.

"When you hear me shouting, just follow me!" Dalang said, and then he excitedly went into the crowd, leaving Ah Dai alone, looking nervously into the distance...

During this extraordinary period, everyone should stay at home if they can, and remember to wear a mask if they must go out