Chapter 208 Fire Stick
Kill one person and you will have bread to eat.
Kill five people and you will have food to eat.
Kill twenty people and you can get a piece of meat.
Kill eighty people and you can enjoy half an hour in the land of pleasure.
In a place where it is clearly marked "equivalent exchange".
There was only one thing in the eyes of every Black Scale Cavalryman:
Kill the Nan soldiers madly.
By conquering cities and territories, we can obtain "military rations".
In the eyes of the Black Scale Cavalry, the soldiers of the Southern Kingdom are not human beings, but dinner and desire.
This almost perverted method of motivation is the secret to the Black Scale Cavalry's extremely powerful and brutal combat effectiveness.
Dan Kou gave the registration list to Yun Chen, saying that she was the most popular among the Black Scale Cavalry in the military brothel camp, and she should be able to fool people when they called the roll.
Yun Chen took the roster, blurred out Dan Kou's name with feces and urine, continued to pretend to be mute, and successfully passed all inspections.
She should continue to explore the camp's defenses.
Now that we have the roster with great difficulty, we should devote all our efforts to completing the important task of setting up the anti-theft map.
But when she stood at the door of a kitchen, looking in shock at the broken limbs and arms hanging on the wall, she felt a chill all over her body and her blood ran cold.
A boundless anger kept hitting my heart.
The ground and walls were covered in bloodstains, and large clumps of clothes and hair were piled in the furnace as firewood.
The steaming pot was roiling and emitting a sickening aroma of meat.
A cook was swinging a machete, chopping a human leg into small pieces. His eyes swept over Yun Chen at the door and he asked in a casual tone:
"Are you hungry? Bring you a piece of meat?"
Yun Chen was speechless and her whole body felt cold and numb.
The cook looked at Yun Chen again, poured rich spices into the pot, scooped out a bowl of broth, placed it on the table near her, and said:
"Look at you, you must have been captured from Yancheng. Eat now, don't be picky. You won't survive for many days. Twenty thousand prisoners, two hundred thousand people have to eat, how many days can we eat..."
Yun Chen couldn't hear what the cook said next.
She looked at the steaming broth in front of her and the white meat chunks that smelled of spices. Her throat tightened and she suddenly bent over and vomited.
The cook smiled and said:
"I think you're just too full to handle. Otherwise, you'd be eating your own flesh, not to mention other people's. I've seen it all. When the army first started cannibalizing humans, they all resisted, but after fighting a few battles on an empty stomach, they'd be so hungry they'd even want to eat shit, so why would they care about meat?"
The cook suddenly changed the subject, with a strange smile on his face:
"We'll eat you Yancheng people until we're full, and then we'll go attack Yancheng after we're done. Hehe, isn't that awesome?"
Yun Chen vomited so hard that his face was covered with snot and tears, he almost vomited out his gallbladder and couldn't even straighten his back.
When the cook turned his back to cut vegetables, she couldn't help but stare at him with hatred.
They are all beasts!
A beast that eats its own kind!
A beast who has lost all conscience and is destined to go to hell
But what's the point of killing a cook? !
We must kill Jiao Zuotai, the man who formulated such brutal military regulations and led the Black Scale Cavalry in such a ruthless manner!
Kill them all! Let the heads of 200,000 of them be chopped off and their blood spilled! Blood debt must be paid with blood!
So! Stay calm! Don’t let your impulsiveness ruin things!
Continue to steal the defense map!
Stay firm!
After successfully stealing the image! Don't stop for a moment! Immediately bring the Lion Army to kill them all!
Yun Chen wiped his face fiercely with his sleeve, and a chill suddenly rose in his heart. He was about to leave with murderous intent, but he heard the cook ordering her:
"The fire in the furnace is a little low, light some more for me."
Seeing Yun Chen's head hanging down without moving, the cook called out again and continued:
"My clothes and hair are burning too fast. Take the stick on the ground and poke them to make them firmer. I'm talking to you, do you hear me? Little errand boy, don't blame me for not reminding you. If you obey, you can live two more days. If you don't, I'll have someone chop you up right now."
The last sentence calmed Yun Chen's anger a little.
It is not easy to infiltrate this time, and we must not create any complications here and put ourselves in trouble.
She slowly got up from the ground and walked to the mountain of various clothes and hair. She closed her eyes to hide her tears, but her brows trembled slightly uncontrollably.
She bowed her head in silence for a moment, then slowly reached out and hugged a ball, walked to the stove, and knelt in front of the hearth.
What kind of mood should I be in...
How powerless, humiliating and painful it must be...
She felt as if she was stuffing the people of Yancheng into a furnace and killing them with her own hands. The flames burned more and more vigorously, as if burning her bloody heart.
"Poke it with a stick!"
The cook reminded again in an impatient voice, kicked the long stick on the ground, and it rolled to Yun Chen's hand.
She subconsciously reached out and held it—
A cool and familiar feeling spread from the palm of the hand to the heart.
She stared blankly at the "long stick" in her hand, carefully looking for familiar traces from the end that had turned black and was dripping with black ash, and sure enough, she found a "M"-shaped crack.
That was when she was still a small wandering martial artist in Yancheng. One time, she was grabbing eggs for an old lady. When she was carrying the egg basket with her crutch, she accidentally hit the end of the crutch against the wall, leaving a crack.
At that time, she wanted to buy the old lady a new crutch, but the old lady smiled and said:
"It's okay, this is what makes it look good. This 'rice' character is something that Yun gave me, unique in the world. No old woman or old man can snatch it from me. I guarantee I won't lose this cane, haha..."
The old grandmother’s kind and loving voice is still there, but the purgatory before her where bones are torn apart and flesh is eaten, makes it impossible to piece together any complete human form.
The resolute murderous intent that had just surged up suddenly evaporated like boiling water, turning into powerless gray smoke that pierced the heart and lungs.
"Where's its owner..." Yun Chen tightly grasped the cane with both hands and swallowed his tears several times before he could speak: "Where is its owner..."
The cook glanced at the "firewood stick" that he had used for many days and was the right length and comfortable to use, and nodded towards the pot on the stove:
"In the pot, or in someone's stomach, or in the toilet, where else could it be?"
His tone was so matter-of-fact, as if he was stating something that was perfectly natural. He then continued working on the kitchen counter, chopping meat while humming a cheerful tune:
"Men are strong and muscular, and women are not like sheep... If you keep burning a fire, the children will become boneless and rotten..."
What a dehumanizing scene...
For many years afterwards, Yun Chen could never forget the scene.
Countless times in her dreams, she returned to the blood-stained kitchen, listening to the cook singing a strange and depressing tune, accompanied by the sound of knives chopping bones...
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember how she finally left the kitchen.
She only remembered that she had silently repeated "Defense map... Defense map..." over and over again, and then continued to walk towards the central camp of the Black Scale Cavalry with heavy steps like rusty iron.
She walked through tent after tent, frantically cleaning and changing toilets, as if she wanted to vent all her emotions in the most smelly filth.
After working day and night for five days, she finally arrived at the Black Scale Cavalry's central camp.
Although she was extremely depressed, she did not forget her mission.
She drew in detail on paper the distribution of the camps she saw along the way.
Looking at the drawing in his hand, it was already half of the defense map.
This was the two-pronged plan she had originally planned: steal the picture and draw one herself.
At this moment, these two preparations suddenly became a "dilemma".
Should I take this half of the map back to the Lion Army and lead them to attack the Black Scale Cavalry with a 50% chance of success?
Or should I take another risk and steal the complete defense map from Jiao Zuotai's tent?
Yun Chen suddenly fell into hesitation. At this moment, the scene of the remains of his compatriots in Yancheng hanging all over the wall appeared in his mind again.
Her eyes then gradually became fierce and determined.
If we go back like this, the Lion Army will launch an attack and the Black Scale Cavalry will suffer a loss. They will definitely be more vigilant in the future.
It would be almost impossible to sneak in like this again.
There won't be a second chance to steal the defense layout—
There will never be another chance to be so close to Jiao Zuotai, to be so confident of approaching him and killing him without anyone noticing.
Having made up her mind, she quickly packed up a clean bucket, tied a hemp rope to it, and started walking towards the commander-in-chief's tent in the central camp.
As Dankou said, Jiao Zuotai didn't like crowds of people, so there were only two soldiers guarding the door of the tent.
But the surrounding areas were filled with officers' tents and personal guards. Once there was any movement in the big tent, at least hundreds of people would rush over at the same time.
Seeing Yun Chen rushing straight into the tent, the soldiers at the door hurriedly stopped him and cursed:
"What are you doing? Cleaning up the toilet? We're the ones cleaning up the general's toilet. Who allowed you to come?"
Yun Chen pretended to be anxious and made a lot of "ah ba" and "ah ba" gestures.
Another soldier asked Yun Chen to take out the list. He looked at the list with traces of feces and urine for a long time before giving up. "Prisoners from Yancheng? Do you know where this place is? How dare you rush in?"
Yun Chen pointed at the toilet and made a series of random gestures, looking so aggrieved that he seemed about to cry.
The two guards exchanged a glance, and one of them laughed sinisterly. He only searched Yun Chen's boots and sleeves, two places where daggers are most likely to be hidden, and then lifted the curtain:
"Go in, I won't stop you."
Yun Chen bowed repeatedly to express her gratitude, and walked in carrying the bucket. The curtain fell behind her, and she clearly heard the guard say:
"Let this idiot go. It's better to piss off the general. Then we can have more meat tonight."
"This guy is too skinny, not much meat. But it's better than nothing to eat."
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