There is no dignity here. They have only a small bowl of rice and a little vegetable soup at each meal, and they cannot eat enough at all, and if they want to eat more, they must rob others of the food in their bowls. At first, the prisoners endured it, after all, they were still bound by morality, but it didn't take long for them to endure the erosion of hunger and snatch food from each other. Seeing the prisoners fighting for food like dogs, the soldiers guarding them shouted, laughed, and mocked loudly......

Without self-esteem, are these prisoners still like a person, Zhou Bo felt a burst of anger and disgust in his heart whenever he saw such a scene, and finally became helpless.

Looking at a rice ball in his hand, Zhou Bo began to miss the scene when his father left the rice for himself, although the life at that time was hard, but he lived a happy life, at least he felt very happy. But now......

Where Zhou Bo was sitting, there was no one else around, because those who wanted to come and snatch his food were still given out one by one. Since then, no one has dared to hit the attention of this white boy again.

…… In the midst of a dull life and brutal training, two months passed quickly, and from today their suffering was just beginning, and hellish days awaited them.

On the field, the battalion guard commander had a serious face and said loudly: "After more than two months of training, you have basically become a qualified soldier, from today onwards, you will start actual combat training, all the prisoners in the camp will participate, if there are any dissenters, I will assign personnel...... and then divide all the prisoners by area

All the prisoners on the field were divided into eight groups, each group of about 1,000 people, and Zhou Bo was in this first group.

"Boom!" the thunder drum sounded, and everyone's spirits were lifted.

"First group, start!" shouted, and the first to do it was the group of black-clothed prisoners, who seemed to be very experienced, and rushed to the side. The fight begins, a thousand men beat each other together, and the bloody scene exaggerates cruelty and fear. To protect themselves, each smashed their clenched fists into each other......

Fighting......

Although no one died, there was still blood on the field, and almost all those who fell had only half a life left......

In the tent outside the arena, a man in a red military uniform sat on a chair with his legs crossed and drank leisurely. The battalion guard commander on the side said with a smile: "Master Yu, this time, do you guess how many people in the first group can stand in the end? I think there are about twenty people." ”

The man smiled and said, "Aren't you obviously letting me, the 'Iron Blood' is all in it, I think there must be only about ten people." ”

……

In just half an hour, more than half of the prisoners had fallen to the ground wailing and were dragged down by the soldiers. They didn't know why they were being treated so inhumanely, but no one of them flinched or resisted. Because they saw with their own eyes that the few people who tried to escape were all dead, and they died very miserably, and until now the bodies of those people are still hanging on the doorpost of the big camp, and it makes people shudder to look at them, let alone escape.

After fighting for half an hour, Zhou Bo now looks very embarrassed, his clothes are in tatters, his snow-white head is fluffy and scattered, and there are still a little blood stains on his body, of course, this blood belongs to someone else.

Zhou Bo also has a lot of combat experience, and he has been on the brink of death more than once, but it is the first time he wants to fight on such a large scale and in such a chaotic way.

At the beginning, he could easily deal with it, but it didn't take long for him to feel that the pressure around him was increasing, so he hurriedly ran the "Diamond Sutra: Dragon Pole Nine Changes" to protect his body, and at the same time used his hands and feet to use familiar tricks such as "Grabbing Eighteen Dozen", "Seventy-two Road Bullet Legs", "Breaking the Wind Palm", etc., although he was like a shadow with his fists and feet, and knocked down many besiegers, but just fell down one, and came up two or three.

After all, Zhou Bo still lacked experience in group fighting, blocking the people in front, but he was not in a hurry to block the attack behind. Fortunately, he is physically strong and recovers quickly enough, otherwise he would probably be lying on the ground today.

Compared with Zhou Bo, in the other group on the field, there was one person who was much easier than him.

This is a young man in his twenties, dressed in white prison clothes, about six feet tall, with a yellow face and thin muscles, and looks extremely thin. However, he is quite agile, shuttling back and forth through the chaotic crowd, striking when he sees an opportunity, and each attack must be at the vital point, and those who are knocked to the ground lose the ability to fight. Although more than half an hour had passed, his movements did not slow down at all, but his chest rose and fell more and more......

Nearly half an hour passed, and of the more than 1,000 people on the field, there were less than ten left, except for Zhou Bo and the thin young man, the others were all dressed in black.

The black-clothed prisoners suddenly became motivated, and they tacitly left the thin young man behind, and all rushed towards Zhou Bo. "Bump, bump, bump ......" a few times, and the group of men in black fell to the ground.

Zhou Bo wiped the blood on his face and fists, looked around, and now only himself and a prisoner in white were left standing in the huge arena, so he looked at the man.

The thin young man also stared at Zhou Bo, and after a moment, he smiled and said, "'Iron-blooded' winter rain." ”

Although Dongyu's face was covered with blood and his smile was very hideous, Zhou Bo didn't ......

Disgusted, he nodded and said, "Zhou Bo." ”

At this time, the battalion guard commander came out and said: "The first group of fights is over, the rest of the people can go down to rest, and enjoy more bowls of rice at night, and the rest of the people will have half the rice grain at night." Hey, hey, the second group starts ......"

In the evening, the actual combat training finally came to an end, but there were few of the thousands of prisoners who could still move normally.

After dinner, Zhou Bo returned to his camp tent, found a corner and sat on the ground, and was just about to start cultivating, when Dongyu walked in. He was dressed in a white prison uniform, the blood stains on his body had been washed away, and the whole person looked very dry, with his slender body, he was also a little chic, completely different from the competition, except that his long head was coiled around his neck, which was really a little weird. The face is slightly thin but very energetic, and there is a hint of warmth in his cold eyes.

The other prisoners in the tent were all badly wounded, lying on the ground resting, and had no time to care about anything else.

Dongyu walked to Zhou Bo and sat on the ground, and when he saw Zhou Bo's white hair, he was stunned in his heart, and said secretly: "Young white, interesting." Then he said, "I didn't disturb your rest!"

Zhou Bo shook his head and said, "I haven't rested yet, what are you looking for me?"

"I just want to talk to someone. Dongyu shrugged his shoulders and then lay on the ground casually, and said lazily: "You performed well on the field today, you are still the first Tsing Yi prisoner who can hold out to the end in that kind of scene." Look at your martial arts tricks, are you from the rivers and lakes?"

"It's not. Then Zhou Bo asked curiously: "They seem to be afraid of you?"

Dongyu was stunned: "You mean those people on the field today!"

Zhou Bo nodded.

Dong Yu smiled and said, "They will be very afraid of you in the future...... By the way, how did you get in?"

"Fighting in the streets, sentenced to four years of imprisonment. ”

Dongyu looked a little stunned, and propped himself up and said to Zhou Bo: "You won't be in the wrong place!"

"Why?"

"The people who enter here are all death row prisoners or felons, and the crimes you commit, even if you serve in the army, you will go to the baggage camp and other places, and it is impossible to come to this 'death row camp'. ”

"Is there a difference?" Zhou Bo didn't quite understand, he always thought that the army was like this.

Dongyu suddenly had the urge to beat people, he had been here for almost three years, and what he had experienced was far beyond what people could imagine. Under the baptism of blood and fire countless times, he still felt a little strange in retrospect. When I heard Zhou Bo's words just now, I was suddenly choked by the words, so I said angrily: "Of course there is a difference, compared to this, this place is no different from hell." So saying, he lay back on the ground.

The tent fell silent......

Dongyu broke the silence and said, "Why don't you ask me how I got here?"

"It's none of my business!" Zhou Bo said straight.

Dongyu didn't care either, and said with a smile: "Forget it." I'll talk about it later when you want to know. This time, I came to tell you about the "death camp", so that you can have a bottom in your heart...... "I turned my head to look at Zhou Bo...... lest you not know how you will die. ”

Then he smiled and said, "Do you know why this place is called the 'Death Battalion'?"

After a moment of silence, Zhou Bo frowned and said, "Is it that no one here has ever gone out alive?"

"That's right, I haven't heard of anyone getting out alive since I came here. I've been here for almost three years, and although I'm still alive, I don't have the confidence to make it out of here alive. ”

Zhou Bo couldn't help it......

"Why?"

Dong Yu's face changed, and he said angrily: "Because all the people here are cannon fodder!, damn, those people are really not raised, wait for Lao Tzu to go out...... Hmph!"

"The people here are not as alive as animals. Every time the army attacked the city, they would send us to the front to block the enemy's bows, arrows, swords and guns. On the battlefield, in the face of countless enemies, who dares to guarantee that they will be alive tomorrow, only endless killing and bloody ......" Dong Yu frowned, looking very painful.

It took a long time for him to soothe his brows, and then said: "In order to distinguish the prisoners here, the newcomers who have just come in, all the prisoners like you are wearing blue prison clothes, and the rest of the prisoners are wearing black, but there are a few exceptions, such as the white prison clothes I wear. Different colors represent different levels, and there is also a big difference in treatment, the prisoners in Tsing Yi not only have to sleep on the ground, but they can't even eat enough, the prisoners in black are better, at least they can eat enough, and the prisoners in white can not only eat enough, but also live in a tent alone, and the treatment is the best. However, there are very few people who can become prisoners in white, and now there are only three people left in the camp, in addition to my 'iron blood' Dong Yu, there are also 'spear' Xu Jie and 'fast arrow' Huang Zhenfeng, but I believe it won't be long before you will be one of them. ”

Dongyu sat up suddenly, and the expression on his face became extremely serious: "I think you must have never killed anyone." ”

"Nope. ”

"But the battlefield is a ruthless place, if you have any scruples in your heart, no matter how strong your martial arts are, there is only one way to die, so you must have the consciousness of death now!"

Zhou Bo's body shook and nodded slightly.

"It's not too early, I'll go back first, I live in the first camp in the North District opposite, you can come to me if you have something. ”

"Thank you!"

"Don't thank me, I just hope that there will be one more comrade-in-arms on the road in the future, and I think Xu Jie and Huang Zhenfeng will do the same. The road ahead will be difficult, and I don't know if we will be able to get out alive, but I hope we can all live in the future. Then he got up and wanted to go out of the tent.

After the winter rain left, the tent became quiet again. Zhou Bo pondered for a moment and then began the cultivation of "Dragon Pole Nine Changes", under the control of spiritual power, the red and cyan vitality in his body began to temper his body continuously, and the muscles on his body became more compact and hard.

Now Zhou Bo's comprehension of the "Heart Sutra" has reached a new level, and the method of spitting does not need to be deliberately practiced, it has become a habit of his breathing, although there is not much progress in spiritual power, but the understanding and perception of the seven emotions in the body has become more and more profound......

In the North Gate Pass, there are more than 300,000 troops of the Ming Dynasty.

In the center of the barracks is the camp of Mo Zheng, the commander of the crusade against the rebels, in order to prevent the enemy's sneak attack, so his tent is the same as the tent of ordinary soldiers, but the high bed and warm pillow inside are much more comfortable.

"Yu Liang, you went to see the fight of the "Death Battalion", what do you think of them now?" a gentle voice sounded in the tent.

"Coach, the overall strength has improved a lot, and I believe it won't be long before it can ......

The war began. The battalion's 'Iron Blood', 'Spear' and 'Quick Arrow' were still the best performers. Yu Liang replied respectfully.

"Well, I've always been happy with their performances, and if they make it out there alive, I'll consider promoting them. ”

Yu Liang said again: "But what surprised me was that in this fight, there was a prisoner in Tsing Yi who could be called the last, and he should only be fifteen or sixteen years old, but he was white, which looked very weird. ”

Mo Zheng was a little surprised, and muttered, "Oh! Young Bai, there is such a person." Then he said: "You go and help me find out his secret, and you should pay close attention to his actions, and report any situation directly to me." ”

"Yes!"

"You go down first!"

"Yes!" Yu Liang retreated.

……

The next day, the prisoners dragged their wounded and exhausted bodies to the arena and began a new day of training amid whipping and swearing. It's just getting started......

It will be carried out once a day, although the scene is bloody and cruel, but it has to be said that this is the fastest way to improve one's combat effectiveness. It's just that some prisoners who are not strong-willed can't bear this cruel torture, and their spirits have collapsed, like walking corpses, who only know training and tearing up, as if they have lost their consciousness. Even so, their fighting power cannot be ignored, and they fight like beasts in the arena, all in order to knock down the enemy.

Zhou Bo saw such a scene in the field, and suddenly felt a trace of unbearable in his heart. It's just that after the last time he talked to Dongyu, he knew very well in his heart that everything here could only rely on himself, and others could not help. So I cleaned up my mood and put all my energy into cultivation.

After several battles on the field, Zhou Bo is now more and more familiar with this kind of group battle, and his experience has become richer. From being in a hurry at the beginning, to being able to cope with it now, this has made good progress. Of course, most of the reason for this is due to his strong recovery ability and physical fitness, otherwise how could he stand to the end, so many people would be tired and tired to death.

Zhou Bo has always known that since he has never learned martial arts systematically, the actual combat of martial arts moves and footwork is his weakest point. It's just that there is no one to guide me, so I can only rely on myself to slowly explore.

Although this kind of fighting is very cruel, it is a very effective cultivation method for Zhou Bo, not only can he train his reflexes and agility, but he is also becoming more and more proficient in the application of moves.

"Grappling Eighteen Dozen" really has a very comprehensive interpretation of boxing, although it was learned from Wang Chong, but the moves are relatively complete. After his continuous actual combat, streamlining and combination, "Seventy-two Road Springball" and "Breaking the Wind Palm" have been integrated into his own boxing path, forming a new set of "Grappling Eighteen Dozen" prototypes. Although these moves are very ordinary, much inferior to the powerful punches, he thinks that this is the most suitable for him.