Axol slowly came to his senses. He found himself asleep again before he knew it, leaning limply against the fence, and the muscles in his lower back were sore.

Now the east has turned white, and the road not far from the greenhouse is flickering with fire. People who had been sitting or lying in the shed all night were aroused, and all of them looked at the approaching light of the fire, their faces mixed.

Axo also quietly tilted his head sideways, his hands hanging down to his side. When the light of the fire was close enough for him to see the illuminated person, he slowly shifted his body, trying his best to hide his face in the shadow of the railing.

The soldiers guarding the shed opened the gate. A dozen heavily armed warriors walked in, their muzzles drooping indifferently, and their eyes glancing at the people in the shed. Behind them, a man in a black Song suit was smiling at them.

"Hello everyone. First of all, we celebrate our liberation from the enslavement of the Houjin terrorist group. Let me introduce myself, I am the Director of the Immigration Division of the Governor-General Office of the Americas in China, Tang Benxuan, and everyone can call me Director Tang. This time, I'm here to tell you about today's arrangement. ”

Tang Benxuan looked at the pocket watch in his hand and said with a smile: "It's almost five o'clock now, everyone should rest." Now please pack up and set off with us, let's go check our health first, and then have breakfast. ”

There were some Australian and Song Chinese who followed Tang Benxuan in. They urged the people in the greenhouse—all freed Han Chinese—to get up from the haystack, and then led them one by one to line up and leave. Throughout the process, the soldiers standing in line on both sides of the passage clenched their rifles, and their eyes revealed a faint solemnity.

After the first night of escaping from the clutches of Jiannu in silence, the people in the shed gradually came back to life. Obviously, after yesterday's bloody battle, and for the first time living without the Son of Allah, all people have varying degrees of mental abnormality.

Akso was also called by the Aosong people. He slowly held on to the railing, keeping his head on the ground, and slowly moved through the crowd. As he walked, he observed Tang Benxuan at the gate with his peripheral vision.

In other words, observing a bald head beside Tang Benxuan.

The bald head kept looking at the people who walked out of the doorway. He was dressed in the clothes of an Australian Song person, but Axo dared to guarantee that the man must be from the white mountains and black waters just like himself.

Every time he passed through a haggard looking coat, the bald head would look at each other carefully. After the bald head nodded in a gesture, the guard waved and let the person go. Axo has been keeping an eye on the other side. The good news is that the bald head has not been moving anything other than nodding.

A few minutes later, Akso, who was in the middle of the line, walked to the door. There were still a few people in front of him waiting to be released. Axo had raised his head slightly at this time, making a blank look. In this position, he can look at the bald head up close, just as the other person can see himself.

The bald heads slowly moved their gaze away from Akso's face, and they didn't say a word the whole time. Axel had seen clearly in the previous few minutes, and the bald head would check several people approaching the gate at once, seemingly in groups of four or five. Although the guards only let one person go at a time, the people who the bald heads had seen together before would only get a symbolic glance when it was their turn.

Seeing that the bald head's gaze moved away from his face without pause, Axo slowly took his eyes off the other party. He was sure that he was not exposed, just like everyone thought that the assassination of Su He must be a rebellious coat.

As Axel had predicted, the guard lowered his hand after nodding his bald head, allowing the man in front to step out. There were only three people left in front of Akso, and the bald head's attention was clearly cast on the people behind Akso. Everything is so smooth, Axel has relieved his tension, and his movements and expressions are becoming more and more natural.

If the accident had not happened, perhaps Akor would have followed the group of more than 600 people from the camp behind the Golden State Line, boarded a train at Golden State Station to Lushun, and then sailed to Nagasaki to resupply all the way along the North Pacific Current to the Americas. And in my memoirs, there will be a few missing with him as the main character. However, since his story can appear here, this Jianzhou musketeer disguised as a Han Chinese coat finally revealed his identity.

The accident did not occur to Axol, but was caused by the man in front of him. For some reason, Baoyi, who was separated from Akso and was about to walk out of the greenhouse, suddenly stopped and said to Tang Benxuan, who was a few meters away: "My lord, where are we going?" ”

The hoarse voice immediately attracted the attention of all the personnel. In this suffocating silence, no matter how small the words are, they have the weight of thunder. Akso's heart seemed to be grabbed fiercely, his pupils contracted suddenly, he subconsciously lowered his head, and Tang Benxuan's gentle voice came from his ears: "This old brother, don't worry, we will take you to see Langzhong." When I finish checking my body, I will take you to Lushun and take you to the place where you are settled. ”

After speaking, Tang Benxuan said a few words of encouragement and patted the man's shoulder. After the man walked out of the greenhouse, Tang Benxuan asked the person in front of Akso with a smile: "What about you, little brother, do you have any questions?" Don't be afraid, we are all Chinese, a family, our own people, we will not harm you. We're just brothers and sisters who don't live together! ”

After speaking, Tang Benxuan turned around, opened his arms in front of the coat who was looking at him wordlessly, and said loudly: "Please rest assured, compatriots." There will never be a master who oppresses you, takes away your belongings, burns your homes, rapes your wives and daughters, kills your sons, turns you from a human being into a pig and a dog, and all this will never happen again! You are human beings, and you will always be dignified people! Those sinners who have mutilated you, we will make them pay with blood! ”

Axo hung his head and did not speak. Naturally, he knew what he had done with his people. If the Han Chinese returned to rule Liaodong, even if only one-tenth of the crimes he had committed, would be enough to put him on a gallows swing.

He heard heavy breathing gradually sound behind him, and an oppressive atmosphere slowly developed. It was like a dark cloud before a summer storm, giving birth to a bursting wind pressure in Tang Benxuan's expectant gaze.

"My lord, can you really take revenge?"

A stiff voice sounded behind him. Axol's body trembled again, but the man happened to be right behind him.

Tang Benxuan's gaze crossed Axo and poured into the speaker. It was a man with rough skin like a hundred-year-old tree, and his eyes were red and swollen in the light of the fire. Even after a concentrated rinse after surrendering, his face still had dirt carved into the cracked skin.

"Yes, man, yes. We will definitely help you take revenge, this is my promise to Da Song. ”

The man lowered his head, suddenly raised his head, knelt on the ground, and put his head on the ground deeply: "Jiannu killed the villain's father, killed the villain's second uncle, killed the villain's eldest sister, and killed the villain's son." The villain, the villain's mother-in-law was afraid of being humiliated by Jiannu, so she jumped into the well and died... The villain is afraid of death, and he has lived until now, please help the villain get back his life... Kill Jiannu! ”

He raised his body, kowtowed again, and his forehead hit the ground, making a muffled sound: "Kill Jiannu!" ”

"Master, kill Jiannu!"

"Kill Jiannu!"

The man shouted and shouted, but his voice slowly turned into a whimper, then into a suppressed cry, and finally a bitter cry, crying until there was no sound, crying until he fell to the ground, covering his face with his hands, and his mouth was full of bitterness and pain.

Tang Benxuan pursed his lips slightly. He slowly crouched down, holding the man's shoulder, unable to speak. At this moment, no amount of words can ease a man's pain. The pain in his heart came not only from the violent Jurchens, but also from the hatred and self-blame that he had generated in the past few years that he had survived until now.

"I promise, I promise." Tang Benxuan said softly. He tilted his head back, and no one in the shed remained calm. Everyone was red-eyed, and endless grief and anger were accumulating in the greenhouse. The soldiers who had been looking at the robes coldly—they, like the soldiers of Dengzhou Town who died in yesterday's battle, were all from Qingzhou—also suppressed the chill in their eyes at this time, and replaced them with silent sighs.

No, not everyone is stuck in the pain of the past. Tang Benxuan tilted his head sideways, looked at the person beside him, and frowned slightly. The man was also grinning, his facial features piled up in pain, and tears could be faintly seen in the corners of his eyes. But Tang Benxuan couldn't feel the sadness emanating from his heart.

Page Boken (Note 1), who had been standing behind him, stepped forward at some point and looked at the man silently. "Your Excellency, let them go, they are all Han Chinese." Page Boken said to him.

As soon as he finished speaking, Pagebotken jerked around and threw the man down. While he was still in the air, Pagebotken shouted, "This is Jiannu!" Get him! ”

Note 1: Page Boken, which means "handsome". He came from the Suolon tribe in the Heilongjiang River Valley, fled to Dongjiang Town in the early years of the Apocalypse, and has been engaged in counter-espionage work in Dongjiang Town since then.