Seven days later, Yingzhou City.

Finally, you can see the tall bluestone city wall of Yingzhou, there was a restlessness among the refugees, some people danced excitedly, and some people choked in a low voice, Su Jingchen was expressionless and sandwiched between them, like an outsider. Zhang Qiwan frowned slightly, the wound was still aching, he thought of that young man again, he, who is he? Zhang Qiwan raised his head and looked, Wei Zhai was still the same as seven days ago, his eyes were blank, and from time to time he would raise his head and look around as if he had woken up from a dream, and then slowly drooped down.

Zhang Qiwan sighed softly and asked in his heart, "Is it because of that girl?"

"Xu You," at the front of the team, Xu Muzhi suddenly spoke, "You go to the southeast corner of the city to set up a refugee camp, and distribute food to ordinary people according to seventy percent of their daily food consumption, and finish it by tonight." ”

"Yes, my lord." Xu You arched his hand, spurred his horse, and soon disappeared into the city.

Xu Muzhi turned his horse's head to face the crowd, raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, he cleared his throat and said: "Fellow villagers, this place is Yingzhou, nearly eight hundred miles away from the imperial capital, if everyone is still afraid that the war will burn here, then continue to go south, if everyone believes me Xu Muzhi, stay in Yingzhou, set up a camp in the southeast corner of the city, if necessary, just go with him," Xu Muzhi pointed to a tall and thin man beside him, "If you don't need it, then please take care of yourself." With that, he pulled the reins and led the army away. The rest of the men looked at each other, and then squeezed behind the tall and thin man, fearing that he would disappear in a moment, and only a small number of people followed the army into the city. After everyone had left, the tall and thin man began to march slowly with the team.

Despite the impact of the war, Yingzhou City is still full of traffic, shouting and shouting. However, here is a little different from other places, here shouting the most, the loudest sound, is the sound of shouting and cheering, if you pay a little attention, you will find that in Yingzhou City, large and small rings are distributed in all corners of the city, from fists to swords, guns and halberds, eighteen kinds of weapons, each of which may appear in the ring. Kung Fu is inferior to the opponent, and it often happens that he is killed. If it is a local who dies, then someone will notify his relatives to claim the body, and the people of Yingzhou are also enlightened, they will not cry or make trouble when they come, and they will leave after receiving the body. If it is a foreigner who dies, he will be wrapped in a straw mat and taken to a mass grave and hastily buried.

The tall and thin man was in front of the team, his eyes did not squint, and his aura was cold, but someone always stepped forward to greet him and called him Captain Zhang, he didn't stop on the horse, just nodded slightly, and some of the refugees had the courage to step forward and wanted to be close to him, but as soon as he spoke, he was frightened away by his eyes.

"Good archery!" Cheers suddenly came from the nearby school yard, and several people surrounded a man in the middle, saying compliments, and the man also clenched his fists and bowed, smiling politely back, and a hundred steps away, an arrow hit the red bull's-eye, and the arrow feathers were gently swaying with the wind.

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As it got dark, the camp was set up on a flat plateau on the northwest side of the city, with sporadic torches and a few soldiers patrolling, each assigned a tent, the larger one for six or seven people, and the smaller one for two or three people.

Su Jingchen received today's food, a bowl of gruel, two steamed buns, I don't know if I can eat such things in the future, he thought. Lifting the tent, an old man with half-white hair was sitting inside, gobbling up his own food, and when he saw Su Jingchen, he smiled awkwardly and continued to eat his own things. Su Jingchen walked to another corner and sat down instead, but he didn't move, lowered his head and didn't say a word, as if he was pondering.

"That...... Little brother," the old man looked at the food in Su Jingchen's hand and swallowed, "If you don't eat it...... Can you give it to me?"

Su Jingchen was stunned, raised his head and glanced at the old man, and handed over the two steamed buns, leaving only the gruel, "I want to keep this to quench my thirst." He said.

"It's okay, it's okay." The old man smiled and took the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

Su Jingchen lifted the bowl, took a sip, turned his head, and looked out through the gap in the tent.

"Little brother, your surname." The old man didn't know when he had finished eating what he was holding.

"Sue." Su Jingchen turned around and drank the bowl of gruel in one gulp.

"Where is Brother Su from?"

Su Jingchen was silent for a while, and said slowly: "Let's be regarded as a native of Gyeongju." ”

"Are your parents still alive?" The old man said again.

This time, Su Jingchen didn't answer him.

"Hey, look at my mouth." As he spoke, he suddenly regretted it, such a big child fled alone, and most of his parents were dead, he sneered, patted his mouth, scratched his head and didn't know what to say, and the atmosphere was extremely cold all of a sudden.

"What about you, what's your name?" After a while, it was Su Jingchen who spoke first, there was no expression on his face, I don't know if he was angry, or he didn't take the sentence just now to heart.

"Liu, my surname is Liu, you can just call me Lao Liu." The old man quickly replied.

"Liu what?" Su Jingchen asked again.

"Hey, I'm a big old man, I won't hear the name well, just call me Lao Liu." Lao Liu still smiled.

The two chatted like this, and before they knew it, the noisy sound outside the tent disappeared, and only the wind remained, gently fluttering on the tent, bringing a burst of noise.

"It's not too early." Lao Liu wrapped the clothes on his body tightly, and he didn't know where to take out a rag, spread it on the ground as a pillow, and then lie down instead, "Brother Su, sleep." ”

"Hmm." Su Jingchen replied lightly, then wrapped his hands around his knees, and just sat and closed his eyes. It didn't take long for Lao Liu's snoring to sound in the tent.

Suddenly, Su opened his eyes violently, his face was twisted in pain, as long as he closed his eyes, she, he, and them would appear in front of him with terrifying bloodstains.

Why...... Why did I survive? And why am I the only one who survived? He held his head and bit his lip tightly, what is the difference between being alone like this and being dead? How can they, how can they take everything from me, so easily take everything from me?

"I have nothing left now." He whispered, tears running silently down the corners of his eyes.

"I'm sorry." And he said, I don't know to whom.

The last little bit of hope was finally extinguished.

The sun was rising, the warm sunlight shone into the tent through the gap, Lao Liu struggled to get up, the bones of his whole body clicked, he held his shoulders and twisted, he couldn't help but scream "ouch ouch", and when he came back to his senses, he found that he was the only one left in the tent, and the sign engraved with the number belonging to Su Jingchen was deliberately placed next to him - the brand is one for each person, and this brand can only be used to receive food.

"Hey, this little brother, don't you want any guys to eat?" Lao Liu picked up the sign and gently brushed off the ash on it, and carefully put it in his arms.