Leader Fan and his entourage stepped into Qingyang County before sunset, handed over Tian Mao to another team of soldiers and left. This group of soldiers led Tian Mao through the gate of the barracks to the vast place where Qingyang County had the largest martial arts training.

There have already been dense crowds of people gathered here, they are all dressed differently, some are fat and have thick waists, there are old people next to them who keep admonishing, and women are crying and crying. Some sat alone with their legs crossed, with solemn expressions.

Tian Mao was pushed into the training ground by the soldiers, walking in the crowd in confusion. The wound immediately attracted some eyes, which made them a little afraid, and then they changed and became worried, worried that they would have more scars on their bodies in the future. Tian Mao also looked at them, listening to the dialects that they didn't remember but could understand as if they didn't understand.

It's a strange world, not the same as the one you remember. Tian Mao tried to explain what happened to him with scientific explanations.

After a while, there was a commotion from the crowd, and a group of soldiers with melee broadswords on their waists poured into the crowd neatly, forcibly dividing the crowd into a road, and a middle-aged general in his early 40s stood on the stage of the martial arts exercise, shouting: "Quiet!"

The sound was extremely penetrating, and the crowd fell silent in an instant.

"Let the family leave quickly!"

When the soldiers heard the order, they sprang into action and drove the family members who stayed here out of the barracks, leaving all the young men behind. Then, after dividing the rest of the people into a square of about 20 people in length and width, they began to distribute flatbread and water bladders.

A flatbread and a water bladder may be the reason for being too hungry, and although there is still hatred in their eyes, everyone can't wait to swallow it.

"This bread is too unpalatable, do you feed it to the pigs?" someone in the crowd began to shout, and an inexplicable anger rose in his heart in the face of the big cake of the enemy of the dead country, and the more he ate it, the more angry he became.

The soldier who was close to hear someone shouting and strode forward to snatch the loaf of bread, and the man was about to argue with him. But the soldier who was so handy with this kind of thing struck him with a fist, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and slammed into several soldiers who were walking towards him from behind, and the soldiers punched and kicked him until there was no more moaning and struggling.

A brutal method, killing chickens and monkeys, and there was no more discussion. resigned to his fate, and in the face of absolute power, he was not even qualified to resist. Even if they think about it, they think it is ridiculous that the life they cherish is not used to shed blood for their country, but to be used as cannon fodder for the enemy. But what can be done about all this? Humanity's own fear of death is aside, and their families and friends are all living under the sword of this new ruler, trembling and dying. Everything was taken care of.

Wait until it's completely dark. Nearly 400 people were arranged in two makeshift tents, the huge tents only had a road in the middle that was large enough for people to pass, and the two sides of the road were crowded with people, laying straw mats on the floor, and each person with a thin quilt to resist the cold of deep winter. The footcloths in the canopy were scattered and filled with the pungent smell of athlete's foot. Familiar and unfamiliar people, lying on their sides face to face, the distance between their faces and their faces is very close, so close that they can hit each other's nose with a breath of hot air. There were a few familiar whispers, a small number of big hearts began to snore, more people were troubled, and the bad breath or snoring next to him provoked him to frown, full of anxiety.

The straw mat on the ground made Tian Mao feel a little uncomfortable, and the wound was a little uncomfortable, and this feeling of being alive made him have to accept the reality. He turned over and looked at the back of the other's head, and many of the questions he had just opened his eyes had already guessed the answers to in his heart. He carefully sorted out the questions one by one:

Is it a crossing?

It is not a strange body, it should be your own soul or consciousness that occupies this body, and it happens that this world is the world of this body, not the world of Tian Mao's soul, as for what kind of connection this world has with that world, this is a question that I can't understand for the time being.

So what kind of world this is has become a question that needs to be understood at the moment.

After solving the above problems, how to live in this world has become the second problem that needs to be solved.

No one knows if if he dies again this time, whether he will really die.

Is it to live this life in this ordinary and ordinary life, or to live differently than the last time I was alive.

And then the most important thing is to go back to the original world? The answer to this question is obvious, I am still thinking about the original world.

So how to return to the original world becomes the third problem.

This problem must be the most difficult one, but the feelings engraved in Tian Mao's memory, parents, wife and daughter, comrades-in-arms and other series of worries, made Tian Mao determined to solve this problem.

Since he can come, he will definitely be able to go back, Tian Mao comforted himself.

Then start accepting the world!

Tian Mao, who thought clearly, turned over. The exhaled heat interrupted the contemplation of the young man who was lying on his side opposite, and he rolled his eyes to regain consciousness and looked at Tian Mao.

Tian Mao whispered to the soldiers on the road to ask the same questions, where to go, and so on, hoping to get some positive answers.

The scar on Tian Mao's face made the young man feel a little palpitating, and at the same time he was a little puzzled by Tian Mao's question, and there were still people who didn't know this?

Tian Mao made up a lame reason why he had never been out of the village since he was a child, but fortunately, he vaguely remembered that when he was hazy, the leader shouted and mentioned that the name of the village where Tian Mao was "born" and lived was Blackstone Village, and by virtue of the geographical location of Blackstone Village, he used the donkey under the slope to explain that the injury on his face was caused by a wild beast.

Apparently the young man had heard of Blackstone Village, but he didn't know about what had happened today. This made Tian Mao's reason easily established.

The young man patiently said some of what he had learned, some about the sudden invasion of Daxingguo for unknown reasons, the pace of aggression in the past three years, and the massive recruitment of troops caused by the invasion.

Tian Mao listened carefully, filtered and sorted out some key information, and made a preliminary judgment of the current situation.

With someone to talk to, the young man's heart slowly opened up, no longer restrained, and released his bold character.

The two introduced themselves to each other, and Tian Mao firmly remembered this simple name, because in a sense, this was the first friend Tian Mao had.

The young man's name is Zhou Heng, a native of Qilong Village, Qingyang County. Two days ago, he was chased by a pack of snow wolves and fell into a trap he hunted. The identities of the hunter and the prey have changed dramatically. A group of hungry snow wolves in the snow, and Zhou Heng, who was also hungry with a tiger in the pit, was sandwiched between the two forces for two days and two nights, dragging Zhou Heng to death. Later, fortunately, he was rescued by a passing recruiting team, so he joined the army directly. When he left the Dragon Riding Village this morning, Zhou Heng was not as preoccupied as he is now, and he had a high-spirited expression at that time. happily followed the ranks of the recruiting team, and the only goodbye left for the family was a shout from afar: "Old man, I'm going to be a soldier." "The father of the old man, how can he stand it, he has been looking for him for two days and two nights, and finally saw the living, and he has to go to the front line to fight hard, the old tears are crisscrossed, and he chased two miles step by step, shouting rebels all the way.

Later, when Tian Mao heard him talk about this incident, he asked him why he left like this at that time, and he explained melancholy: "Say goodbye to the old man? I don't know him yet? I am willing to cut off the flesh on my body for me to eat, can he let me go? Since conscription has become a fact, it cannot be changed." If I don't go, the old man will definitely not let go, and he will be beaten to death in the end? ”

The two people in the tent whispered, and Tian Mao made up some reasons to deal with Zhou Heng's question. After the sleepiness came up, Zhou Heng prayed for peace in the future, saying that tomorrow would be a difficult day to begin, and he should think about how to live.

In response to Zhou Heng's words, the next day, began a half-month-long arduous march. Facing the cold wind, the more and more mighty the team.

At first, some people fled, but eventually turned into cold corpses and threw them in the snow on both sides of the road, attracting the eyes of everyone passing by and intimidating some who thought the same way. After the procession passed, the corpses were torn apart and eaten by the snow wolves in the snow, and the red snow was then covered by the heavy snow and turned white.

The pace of the march stopped at the foot of the Nine Collar Mountain in the original Lingyin Country, and then turned over the Nine Collar Mountain to the west is the small view city of the Green Kite Country.

On the plain in front of Xiaoguan City, there is a dense Daxing expeditionary force.

The lonely city towers over the small view city, and the people are panicked.

At the foot of the mountain on the east side of Jiuling Mountain, 20,000 recruits stood trembling in the cold wind, and the shouts of the expeditionary force of 200,000 people in the west crossed Jiuling Mountain, making their red cheeks begin to panic.

They understood that crossing this mountain would be a battlefield where knives licked blood and corpses strewn across the field.

"After nine leads, enter Xiaoguan and go straight to Daguan County." The shouts knocked on the hearts of the Xiaoguancheng Tun army, and at the same time knocked on the hearts of the 20,000 recruits.

The 20,000 recruits were greeted by 7 middle-aged generals with different armors, and 20,000 people were waiting for them to choose from like goods. In order, a total of 7 generals, including the Golden Armor, the Silver Armor, the Tiger Head Armor, and the Eagle Armor, divided almost all of the 20,000 leading officers, and finally left 15 people, including Tian Mao and Zhou Heng.

The 15 people who were disliked were all skinny and weak.

A few people stood in the snow with each other's faces, didn't they have to fight?

At this time, a white-haired old man limped in, and he was the only one who did not wear a helmet.

The old face, not angry and arrogant, waved his hands, signaling everyone to come closer and align.

"You lucky people will live at least half a year longer than most of you who just left. ”

With a big wave of his hand.

"Let's go! Welcome to the circle of people!"