In his dazed state, Lin Yanjun only heard his father shout angrily: "Look at the state you've become! Where has your vow gone!"

He felt a surge of strength and wondered if he was dead, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hear his father's voice.

He couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow, and when he looked up, he saw his father looking regretful.

Overwhelmed with grief, he said, "Father, I have been bound for many days. The fact that I can see you now means my time is up, and I will no longer be able to fulfill your last wish."

His father was furious: "You fool! If you hadn't been so determined to die for that good-for-nothing cousin, you wouldn't be in this state!"

Then he shouted angrily, "You should have killed Lin Yanqing long ago to rid the people of this scourge, but you want to be buried with him. I am ashamed before my ancestors!"

As his father spoke, he suddenly stepped forward and struck his head hard: "Go back! Don't linger here!"

Lin Yanjun suddenly awoke, his soul returned to its place, and a hint of sweetness appeared in his mouth.

He wondered: Could it be that I'm still dead? He clearly remembered that a few days ago, his mouth was dry and his mouth was full of bitterness.

So where does the sweetness come from at this moment?

Lin Yanjun struggled to open his eyes, and what came into view was a woman, her lips touching his lips, passing water to him.

He felt that the woman so close to him was beautiful, with charming and graceful eyes like water.

When the woman saw that he was awake, she immediately got up and frowned.

He opened his mouth, his voice still hoarse: "Are you a fairy? Can someone like me go to heaven?"

To everyone's surprise, the woman's eyebrows shot up, her almond-shaped eyes widened in anger, and she snorted, "If you can go to heaven, I won't have to serve you anymore! It's my bad luck that you refuse to drink water, so I have no choice but to feed you without regard for my dignity!"

Lin Yanjun's mind cleared up a bit. He blinked his dry eyes frantically and turned to look around at the still bare trees and sparse dry grass.

Several of his trusted confidants lay beside him. Watching their chests rise and fall, some staring at him with weak eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief. They were still alive.

After taking another look at the woman in front of him, he felt that she looked somewhat familiar, and couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"

The woman scoffed, "Important people often have bad memories. Aren't you an important person? Your memory is so terrible!"

She continued through gritted teeth, "Didn't you see your cousin raping us? A few days ago, you even dragged me out of his arms and threw me to the ground, causing me a lot of injuries."

Lin Yanjun suddenly remembered: "So it was you!"

The woman turned her back to him angrily, her tone unfriendly: "I wish I could kill all of you bandits! If I weren't in dire straits myself, who would want to be with you!"

Remembering that it was this woman who had saved him by crossing the water, Lin Yanjun's tone softened considerably: "These people watching over us said they wanted us to die of thirst and starvation, and you..."

How could she dare to give him water?

The woman turned around, glaring angrily: "It's all because of that dead man Zhao Rong, who suddenly gave the order that I take care of you, saying that if you die, I will be buried with you!"

As she spoke, she put on an extremely aggrieved expression: Xie Aishuang hadn't died; she had used all her skills to please a minor leader who was in charge of them in order to get some food and drink.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Rong came to visit and, seeing that she was not unconscious like the others, ordered her to take care of them.

Seeing her sometimes angry and sometimes aggrieved, Lin Yanjun didn't know what to say.

He looked around. The people guarding them weren't far away. Even if they weren't being watched, they would have a hard time escaping, being bound hand and foot.

Despite the pain in his throat, he shouted, "I surrender! Go and inform the commander that I, Lin Yanjun, am willing to surrender!"

He didn't want to die; he still had unfulfilled wishes.

Zhao Rong, who was arranging things not far away, heard his shout and chuckled: "The commander is indeed a prophet!"

Lin Yanjun and he are similar in that once they decide who to follow, they will never easily go back on their word!

Lin Yanjun and his confidants ate their first meal in several days – thin porridge.

"We're giving you thin porridge because you haven't eaten or drunk anything for several days. You probably can't handle eating dry food."

Zhao Rong personally accompanied them; he valued what the leader valued.

Lin Yanjun and the others nodded in understanding.

After finishing their porridge, these people were temporarily assigned to the medical team, who needed to give them a thorough check-up to see if there were any problems.

Fang Chenyan happened to be there. This morning, the leader summoned Hao Zheng and ordered him to pass on a message to Zhao Rong, asking him to give Lin Yanjun and the others a chance to live. The leader also asked him to come back with him.

Fang Chenyan carefully examined these people, his eyes showing helplessness: "You all have no problems. Just eat a few meals properly and you'll be fine."

These days, Fang Chenyan's medical team has basically learned to identify herbs and also learned the basics of making herbs.

Although there are significant differences in how they access medical care, they can generally tell each other's basic knowledge of diseases and whether someone is in good health.

Fang Chenyan handed over the basic task of checking whether the refugees were healthy to the deputy captain Fang Chenxiang, and then took his apprentice Shen Hai and went out with Shen Xi.

When I came back today, I thought these people had some serious problems, but after a check-up, I found out that they were all healthy, just hungry and thirsty.

After checking Lin Yanjun and the others, he had someone inform Zhao Rong. Upon hearing that there was nothing wrong, Zhao Rong rearranged them and assigned them to different locations.

Lin Yanjun followed him in the vanguard, and his confidants were assigned to different places according to their different talents.

One of his trusted confidants whispered to Lin Yanjun, "Second Master, we should stay together and be careful."

Lin Yanjun glared at him: "Qian Feng, now that you've submitted, you must be wholeheartedly loyal and not let him down!"

Qian Feng blushed: "I'm just worried about the second-in-command."

Lin Yanjun said very seriously: "I know what you're thinking, but remember, I'm no longer the second-in-command. I'm now a member of the vanguard team."

"Yes, we understand."

Now that the second-in-command has made his choice, they'll follow suit!

At this moment, Fang Chenyan, who had calmed down, carefully asked his clansman Fang Chenxiang, "Brother, how have you been these past two days?"

Because Fang Chenyan is of a higher generation, Fang Chenxiang, who is already 65 years old, has become his older brother.

Fang Chenxiang's expression was very serious: "The people checked the past two days were all fine, but in today's batch, a few people showed some abnormalities."

Fang Chenyan's expression also tightened. The abnormality Fang Chenxiang described was definitely not an ordinary illness: "What's the problem?"

"These people have high fevers, rashes, and coughs with phlegm. One of them is already unconscious."

Fang Chenyan frowned: "Are you sure it's not a common cold?"

"No, we asked carefully, and these people are from the same group. Several others had died like this before, and these people also contracted the disease one after another."