In the evening, the laborers sat in the courtyard of the barracks, holding steamed buns with broth in their hands. Due to the addition of new people, the progress of the project has been slowed down slightly. And these laborers were not able to eat meat dishes, but they did drink the broth anyway.

It seems that the old people in the labor force have become accustomed to such situations. Every time a new person comes, it inevitably slows down their progress. These newcomers will always find all kinds of reasons to grind the foreign workers on the first day, but when they actually drink the broth, they will work harder than anyone else on the second day.

In the labor camp, the management is not very strict, as long as you don't blatantly do things, no one will care about you. Work is basically all self-conscious, but how much work is related to how much food you can eat. If you can't finish the work, then there will be no dinner. When the work is done, it is an ordinary dinner. The more work you do, the more you will have a bowl of broth. If you can dry it up, then you will have an extra bowl of meat dishes. As far as Wei Han and Ma Han are concerned, where have they ever seen such good treatment, after they really eat meat, they work harder than seeing a woman's cheeks.

"You guys, you must work hard tomorrow, and then we won't drink soup tomorrow, but eat meat." The man who clashed with the third child during the day said to the third child and the others in the tone of a passerby.

"Whew, whew, whew."

Where did the third child and the others have time to take care of him, now they are all gulping down the soup, the fat oil flowers are floating on the soup, and the floating and heavy slices of meat are really panicking. They also eat some wild vegetables and coarse grains in the cottage to satisfy their hunger, and now they can endure it when they see meat.

The man looked at the third child and the others with a smile, and he was like this when he first entered the labor camp. But in the end, you have to bend your waist for five buckets of rice. The world is big, the belly is the biggest, whoever can make himself full will be the master, and whoever is the ancestor.

"Damn, it smells so good."

The third child swallowed the last drop of broth in the bowl, and then stretched out his fat and wet tongue to lick the oil flowers in the bowl clean. The third child swore that this was the cleanest time he licked the plate, that is, the last time his eldest brother was not at home, when he helped his eldest brother lick the plate, he didn't lick it so cleanly.

"Third brother, are we going to work tomorrow?" Someone asked in a whisper.

Everyone drank the broth in the bowl, and the bowl was cleaner than the other, and it was obvious that these people were masters of licking the plate.

"Dry, why don't you do it if you have meat to eat, just don't delay the business."

"I said that, let's eat some meat first to nourish our bodies, and then we will have the strength to kill the Qin people." The third child thought about the meat in the bowl yesterday, which looked much more hearty than today's broth. Now he only hopes that the people in the cottage will start a few days later, so that he can eat a few more meals of meat here.

"Oh my god, it's so fragrant."

The next evening, after finishing work, the third child stewed a bowl of meat vegetables and almost didn't swallow his tongue.

For five days in a row, the third child led his brothers and began to work hard, just to be able to eat a bowl of meat at night. The third child only thought that the brothers in the cottage could do it one day later, so that he could mix the meat for one more day. In fact, it's not that he is unproductive, but that the Samhan region is too poor, and the Weihan people near the sea can still eat some fish, but some people in Mahan may not even eat meat until they die. Even if they occasionally catch prey in the mountains, they will take it to the city and exchange it for coarse grain, because it will allow the family to eat for a few more days.

In the dead of night, there seemed to be no movement in the whole of the whole at this time, except for the patrolling sentinels. On the side of the west city wall, several black shadows suddenly appeared, and then one after another black shadows leaned towards the side of the city wall. This group of people is the group of routs hiding in the cottage, and they are still going to do it after all.

"This secret passage can only be used once, let's go straight to the direction of the dungeon after we enter, we must rescue General Wei and General Ma first, and then proceed to the next step." The scar-faced man commanded at the figures left and right.

"Yes." Everyone responded.

At this time, I saw the scar-faced man lifting a bluestone in the corner of the Turtle City, and a dark and secluded hole was revealed in front of everyone.

"Be careful and try not to make a noise." The scar-faced man said, and led everyone to quickly drill into the hole.

This cave is the back hand left by the Weihan people, the ghost town was built by their ancestors, and no one knows the turtle city better than the Weihan people. Just like this secret passage, Qin Junbian has never found out. First Chinese Network

The crowd entered the city smoothly, and with their familiarity with the city, they also successfully touched the side of the cell. It's just that there are guards around the cell, and if you want to save people, you have to fight hard.

The guards around the cell were the opponents of this group of soldiers, and seeing that they could no longer conceal their whereabouts, these people simply went straight to the cell and killed them, wanting to rescue Wei Shengjin and Yin Chengzheng as quickly as possible.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack."

"Kill, kill, kill."

The few guards in the cell were killed in just one round, and Wei Shengjin and Yoon Sung-jeong were rescued from the cell. However, the shouts of killing here had already alarmed the Qin army in the city. More and more Qin soldiers began to assemble in this direction, and these guards who came to save people were already blocked in the city.

"Brother Wei, can we still go out?" Yin Chengzheng bared his teeth and asked, although Wei Shengjin has not suffered much these days, he has not been beaten in prison because of his cheap mouth, and now all the square plate marks on his butt are square.

"Old scar, but there is a back hand." Wei Shengjin looked at Scarface and asked solemnly.

This scarface is Wei Shengjin's henchman, and he is also a veteran who has been a soldier for more than ten years. He is also quite steady in doing things on weekdays, Wei Shengjin guessed that he was left behind, otherwise he would not have been so reckless to kill into the city to save people.

"Yes, how not. I scattered more than 10,000 people into the labor camp of the Qin army back and forth, and the movement on our side has already spread, and I think that it will not be long before there will riot over there to meet us. The scar-faced man said confidently.

"Okay, then go to the dark passage and kill." Wei Shengjin commanded.

At the same time, labor camps outside the city.

The shouts and fires in the city had vaguely reached the labor camp, and some of the laborers in the labor camp looked extremely nervous, while some of them had abnormal complexions. These intense labors, for fear that if something goes wrong on the Qin army's side, they will not be able to guarantee their food tomorrow. And those who are nervous are mostly internal responses who are sent in. But now that they have adapted to working life, they have long forgotten about their characters.

"Third brother, the city is moving, shall we do it?" One of the third hand's hands asked with a tangled expression.

"Move, don't move." The third child also seemed very entangled.

"Third brother, if we move, we won't be able to eat meat in the future." When it comes to meat, this man is even more entangled.

"I'm asleep, and no one can wake me up."

"Whew, whew, whew."

The third child threw down a meaningful sentence, and then snorted like thunder.

The boy who came to report the news seemed to understand, and beckoned the third brother's brother to go to bed.

It was night, and the shouting and killing outside was still loud, but there was a thunderous snoring sound in the labor camp, and a few dream words could be vaguely heard in the snoring, and the dream words were nothing more than anything.

"Koreans will never be slaves, unless they are covered with food and shelter."