Yang Kuang is a thousand commanders of the Hangzhou Ninth Battalion Garrison, and he is also a hereditary military household title. Originally, his home was not far from the barracks, and he should have returned home at this time, even if the family had already been cut off, although there was no wife and children, but his father and mother were lying on the kang, waiting for him to go back, take this last possible reward, and continue this life.

But he didn't dare to go back at this time, because there was no salary for three years, and his brothers were almost no way to live. The only tax share of the city gate that can make everyone more or less alive was taken directly by the boss, which broke everyone's thoughts. And the emperor's reward during the Chinese New Year was greedy again. This repeated persecution has made the soldiers already angry, and all kinds of complaints and gossip have spread in various military camps, and a disaster is brewing.

Yang Kuang still has to be conscientious, he thinks about his brothers and tries hard to press them not to make trouble. But the soldiers are already desperate with hunger and cold, how can he be suppressed by a small Qianzong. Fortunately, he has a high prestige in the hearts of the soldiers, and although the brothers complained to the sky, under his persuasion, they still nested in the barracks, waiting for the only hope. It is the emperor's reward on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, which can come down as scheduled, so that the hundreds of brothers under him, as well as the family members behind them, can at least rely on a little reward at the end of the year to eat a decent Lantern Festival. Even if it's a bowl of mush, it's fine.

It's the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and by noon, it should have been a breakfast in the morning, but there has been no movement until now.

The brothers around Yang Kuang all had weak corpses, and no one was willing to move.

Yesterday I only drank one gruel, and the gruel could see the human figure, but even so, I couldn't take care of the water and fill it, and each brother only got a bowl.

is such a bowl of gruel, after a night and a half a day, it has already turned into a bubble of urine, and it has disappeared without a trace.

Lie down, only by lying still, can the feeling of hunger be reduced, and I don't know if it is dizzy from hunger, or really sleepy, all of them have weak breath to sleep.

Look at the hour, it is already noon, and the gruel that should have been there in the morning has not yet seen a shadow.

Yang Kuang sighed, got up with difficulty, pulled the belt of his trousers, dragged his weak body, and went to the stove room to check.

As soon as I entered the stove room, it was a clear pot and a cold stove, without a trace of fireworks, and several men collapsed weakly on a pile of firewood, gasping for breath with the same difficulty.

Yang Kuang asked weakly: "Brothers, the porridge that should have been distributed in the morning, why hasn't there been any movement at this time?" ”

The man staggered to his feet, lifted the lid of the pot with a numb face, and then picked up an iron spoon and knocked on the broken pot: "Head, there is not a grain of rice, will you let us boil our thighs?" ”

Yang Kuang became speechless, the situation was obvious, the entire barracks were really poor, and only the cold water in the well in the courtyard was left.

Just when Yang Kuang didn't know what to do, a tragic cry suddenly came from a barracks. Yang Kuang was taken aback, at this time, this voice appeared, and if it was not handled well, the outcome would be disastrous. You have to be the first to be there and see what's going on? Try to calm the anger that has spread throughout the barracks.

He staggered to the barracks where he was crying miserably. When he entered the house, he found that a soldier was hunched on the cold straw floor, and his mouth was full of straw, but he did not move. Beside him, a thin, half-grown child was shaking his already stiff corpse, crying miserably: "Brother, brother, wake up, brother, I don't shout hunger, I'll give you back the gruel, don't die, you come back to life——。 Then the half-grown child picked up a rusty knife and stabbed it into his stomach.

The companion in the room looked at the child so indifferently, and wanted to peel off his stomach with a knife, and return the gruel he drank to his brother, so that his brother could come back to life. Looking at such a tragic scene, no one stepped forward to stop it, but on their numb faces, there were a pair of eyes flashing with demonic flames.

Yang Kuang roared, pounced violently, and snatched the knife from the child's hand: "What the hell is going on?" ”

The boss of this half-sized child, Xiaoqi hugged his knees, and replied indifferently: "These two are brothers, when I was eating yesterday, this living brother shouted hunger, and his brother gave him the only bowl of gruel, maybe he was hungry in the middle of the night, so he wanted to swallow some straw to satisfy his hunger, but he choked to death, and now this child has become an orphan." ”

When Yang Kuang heard this, his heart couldn't help but tighten, and he hugged the child: "Don't cry, this is our life, your brother is dead, I will send someone to bury it properly, and you will be my brother in the future." The child lay in Yang Kuang's arms and cried.

Yang Kuang gently patted him on the back, comforted him in a low voice, and also listened to the other brothers: "The emperor's New Year's reward, we don't have it, but there is still a fifteenth reward, let's stay up again, it is estimated that before noon, we will be able to come down." ”

Then the whole barracks waited numbly, waiting until noon, and everyone was looking forward to the reward.

When the sun came overhead, it was still quiet at the camp gate. The sun has passed overhead, and the people who have given out the rewards have not yet come, and the soldiers who were lying in the various barracks with their heads down, their hearts became anxious and angry, and they don't know who shouted: "Lao Tzu is also a human being, Lao Tzu also has to eat, Lao Tzu's family has to live, Lao Tzu is here to guard their corrupt officials and cool officials to save their lives, but we can't even get a meal of gruel?" With this shout, the entire barracks immediately exploded, and countless roars gathered into a fury in the sky above the barracks.

Yang Kuang felt bad, and immediately rushed out of the barracks, at this time the barracks was already full of people, countless soldiers with red eyes, swaying like zombies, poured out from the barracks, and slowly gathered on the teaching ground, a large area of black pressure. With the convergence of the flow of people, the anger of the soldiers became even higher, and I don't know who shouted again: "Since the above does not give us food, we will find it ourselves, outside is the world of flowers, and outside is the sea of meat and wine of those corrupt officials and cool officials, let's go and find it ourselves." ”

"Yes, if you don't give it to us, we'll find it ourselves, and I'll never wait here to die."

Yang Kuang was in a state of death at that time, mutinied, and the mutiny that he had a premonition was about to break out.

The mutiny, no matter what, can't let it happen, it is not only a disaster for the people of Hangzhou, but also a dead end for these brothers.

Yang Kuang opened his arms and said loudly to his brothers: "Brothers, don't be impulsive, as long as you get out of this barracks, according to military discipline, you will be a dead end, brothers, you must not get out of this barracks." ”

Because of Yang Kuang's usual prestige, he stopped him hoarsely, and the commotion of the soldiers stopped walking towards the barracks.