The Chibei captives, with their red and swollen mouths, lined up obediently, waiting for a sip of hot porridge.
"Mi! It's really Mi!"
"So fragrant, so soft, so sweet!"
"The north is dry everywhere, the grasslands are covered with dead grass, and the cattle and sheep have no water to drink and no grass to eat.
Many tribesmen starved to death, but I didn’t expect that there was really food in Dajing City! ”
“Everyone says that the people of Dajing are cunning, but we attacked the city of Dajing and they gave us food.
It seems that we are really nothing! ”
Baturu rolled his eyes and waved to his confidant.
"General Hu's guess was correct. Dajing City really has a large amount of food.
If only these grains could be transported out of the city.
...
...
Our people, your parents and family members all have a way to survive. ”
As soon as Baturu finished speaking, several of his confidants began to hesitate.
“Deputy General Ba, we have all been poisoned by Da Jing.
My mouth still hurts so much now. If I really die from the poison, won’t I never see my tribe members again? ”
Baturu raised his hand and slapped him: "In order to protect the tribe from being exterminated, we should put our lives at risk!"
The confidant who was slapped in the face muttered softly while holding the rice porridge: "But why can't we exchange things for food?
I don’t think the prince of Dajing is an unreasonable person. ”
He spoke in a low voice, and Baturu could not hear these words.
The Chibei captives had just finished drinking the rice porridge when shackles were put on their ankles to prevent them from escaping or causing trouble.
Before leaving the city, Yang Jin was wearing armor, with his right hand on the hilt of his sword, his eyes sharp and solemn.
He walked back and forth with a stern face.
"Everything is fine, there are soldiers holding arrows on the city walls.
How dare you cause trouble, escape, and tip off others.
If it's long, the person will die from the poison; if it's short, the person will be shot to death with an arrow! ”
When the Chibei captives looked up, they saw the city wall was full of people, a dark mass that was terrifying.
The prisoners were driven out of the city gates, followed closely by carriages.
The scorched earth was covered with blood, and after a night the blood mixed with the mud, becoming sticky and smelly.
The Chibei captives had their feet shackled. Two people worked together to pile up the bodies into a small hill, tied them up with ropes, and transported them to the city gate.
Dajing soldiers would send people to drag the corpses into the city and put them into the incinerator.
From the incinerator in the abandoned school field, thick smoke rose into the sky and soon dissipated into the clouds.
Xiao Jingzhou stood on the city wall and had a panoramic view of everything happening below the city.
He handed the telescope to Gu Zhenbei: "Uncle, you need to be more cautious here."
Gu Zhenbei said solemnly: "I will definitely fulfill my mission!"
…
Jiang Zhenyu took Ling Shuang out early.
Last night she discussed with Xiao Jingzhou about using a conveyor belt to transport the bodies from outside the city to the incinerator.
This not only saves time and manpower, but also prevents the people in the city from being infected with germs.
It can also prevent the Chibei Army outside the city from discovering the existence of the incinerator and prevent them from damaging the incinerator with malicious intent.
Ling Shuang was driving and Jiang Zhenyu was sitting in the back seat.
When approaching the small Western-style building, Ling Shuang looked in the direction of the small Western-style building through the rearview mirror.
Jiang Zhenyu wrapped herself tightly, fearing that people passing by on the street would be able to see her appearance clearly.
After the last rear-end accident by a gangster, she is still afraid of this road.
Ling Shuang glanced at the nervous Jiang Zhenyu through the rearview mirror in the car.
She smiled faintly, “Jiang Zhenyu has not found any danger at the moment. I will get off first when we get to the air-raid shelter soon.
When it's safe, you can come down. ”
Jiang Zhenyu's face was exposed, with only his two eyes showing. He nodded obediently.
"good."
The car slowly stopped near the air-raid shelter, and Ling Shuang got off the car and returned shortly afterwards.
Only then did he drive the car to the front of the air-raid shelter.
Jiang Zhenyu, with a scarf wrapped around his head and wearing a pair of sunglasses, opened the door of the air-raid shelter and walked in.
Ling Shuang stood in front of the car, looking around vigilantly.
Jiang Zhenyu took out a wooden bowl from his backpack and whispered.
"Xiao Jingzhou, I'll send the conveyor belt over."
Xiao Jingzhou's voice was as gentle as the spring breeze: "Okay."
Two huge guys suddenly appeared in the abandoned parade ground in Zhiyi City, one of them was more than ten meters long!
"Your Highness, can this iron lump be bent?"
Xiao Jingzhou turned on the screen of his mobile phone.
He unfolded the trifold, and the palm-sized phone instantly turned into a scroll.
There is an instructional video in which two people watch the conveyor belt being spliced and bent.
The level of cognition was broken again.
"With this thing, climbing over the wall and stealing goods would be as easy as pie!"
As soon as the thought came to Lu Chen's little head, he was frightened by Xiao Jingzhou's look and stood up straight.
He scratched his head awkwardly, and suddenly remembered something. He immediately swore to prove his innocence: "I was just talking, I definitely didn't mean to do anything bad!"
Xiao Jingzhou saw through his attempts to cover up his crime.
Lu Chen asked quietly: "Your Highness, when will this be delivered to the North City Gate?"
Xiao Jingzhou said: "It is not advisable to move the incinerator while it is under construction. Move it before dawn tomorrow."
Near noon, the Dajing army pulled more than a dozen carts of steamed buns out of the city.
When the Chibei captives saw the food, they put down the corpses in their hands and rushed to the dozen or so carts of steamed buns.
Qi Hou tapped the barrel with the handle of his knife.
"Get in line! Wash your hands!"
"Each person gets a steamed bun. The drinking water is in the car behind. After eating, continue moving!"
When the Chibei Army heard about washing hands, they were all stunned.
The north has been dry for many days and the riverbeds have dried up.
In Chibei, countless animals and people died of thirst.
Dajing actually used such precious water to wash the hands of these captives?
This is too luxurious!
Questioning voices arose one after another.
"What's going on?"
"This is the first time I've heard that you need to wash your hands before eating?"
“Are all people in Dajing so particular?”
Many Chibei soldiers began to pick their ears, fearing that they had heard wrongly.
Qi Hou saw that everyone was standing there like wooden stakes, motionless, and slapped the wooden barrel hard.
"What are you standing there for? Do I need to be taught how to wash my hands?"
The Chibei captives were drooling at the sight of the white steamed buns.
When they heard Qi Hou's angry roar, they suddenly reacted and started lining up to wash their hands and get steamed buns.
Wash and dry clean your bloody hands.
Everyone held the white flour buns and started to eat them with relish.
Baturu was exhausted after half a day's work and his stomach was already choking with hunger.
He quickly finished his steamed bun, turned around and reached out for the steamed bun in his confidant's hand, but found that each one was eating faster than the other.
Some people even had their throats choked and started lining up to get water.
Baturu sat on the ground, looking at his hands, confused for a moment.
He looked up at the sky, and for a moment he wished he was a citizen of Dajing.
At least he could ensure that his tribe had enough food and clothing and did not suffer from hunger.
The confidant brought a bowl of water to Baturu.
“Deputy General Ba, we are starving in Chibei, and we can’t even have a full meal even if we fight to the death to plunder the city.
Now we are poisoned, why don’t we just listen to Prince Dajing and accept the labor reform? ”
Baturu's expression relaxed a little, but the deep-rooted thoughts in his mind still defeated him.
"Don't say these words again, or I will be the first one to not forgive you!"
The confidant's face froze and he dared not say anything.
…
Jiang Zhenyu came out of the air-raid shelter and went to the logistics park again.
The feed sent from the horse farm has arrived.
Five thousand horses are still waiting for food and fodder. They have to be well fed before they can work.
As soon as her car drove into the logistics park, Zhang Jingxuan called.
"Boss Jiang, please come to Warehouse No. 1 as soon as possible. The people from the Supervision and Administration Bureau want you to cooperate with the investigation!"
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