"Here we are. Monk, it's time for dinner. ”

In the sporadic greetings, Zhou Huai'an looked at the soup and rice and cakes that were re-placed in front of him, although they were also not good things, just mixed vegetable soup and rice and pastries with a lot of bran, and there were ashes on it that had not been cleaned, but at least it looked much more decent than the leftovers eaten before, at least it was hot food that was freshly made and loaded in a broken basket.

Is this easy to pass the test, change your position and temporarily join the system? , Although it is just a peasant rebel army with the nature of a rogue nature, Zhou Huai'an looked at all this in front of him with a little dream, and he still needs to rely on fake monks to pretend to be ghosts to cheat and cheat the day, only to feel the absurdity and disparity that surged out again, and it was heavy in his heart

And he was just an African tribal shaman that scholars had seen, pretending to recite a few words of Swahili that he couldn't even understand, and then humming air-to-air for a few while according to the beat of Buddhist music such as "The Great Compassion Mantra" on the rotten streets of later generations, and so easily fooled through.

They didn't even need to check the things on Zhou Huai'an's body, but they were directly regarded as Buddhist utensils that had nothing to do with ordinary people, and they turned a blind eye to the past.

He even got a blue robe (monk's robe) that he didn't know from whom, and although he saved it, it was mostly clean, and there were no lice and fleas left, so that he could change the tangled rag;

Then he got the treatment of being able to eat with those little bosses, as long as he continued to stand in front of the strange corpses that needed to be buried, and hummed a self-composed and self-created superordinate scripture without changing his face.

It's just that after he finished eating the seventh gray bran cake without hesitation, scooped a large spoonful of vegetable soup and rice out of the crockpot, and drank it all, there was a noisy buzz around him again, but he didn't know when a small circle of people had gathered; It was all the little leaders of the rebels who were eating at the same time, and they were just gossiping.

"Okay, you monk who can eat."

"It's the seventh. Half a jar of soup is over. ”

"Can you really eat it all?"

"Hurry up and pay for it, everyone will lose my three eldest sons."

"If you can't take it out, you can use the small objects on your body to top it."

There was another particularly proud voice, in which he shouted three or four times.

"If you are willing to gamble, you will have to lose。。。。。"

Then the other party carried a basket and quickly piled up some copper coins and small objects.

Well, it seems that the daily life of these rebel soldiers is really monotonous, and this kind of thing can be used as a gamble for fun, Zhou Huaian muttered indifferently in his heart, and stretched out his hand to the last piece of bran in the straw basket; When he scraped off the last bit of soup base, he still couldn't turn his stomach slightly swollen into a real burp.

He couldn't help but sigh to himself again, according to the research of later generations, people will become extraordinarily able to eat and digest very quickly by relying on carbohydrates alone in the absence of oil and salt, which is obviously his current situation.

Then he suddenly sighed involuntarily, because he suddenly felt that his fixed field of vision, as if it had been loosened in some way, and suddenly could be pulled up far and near, and then there was a swimming frame that became synchronously focused on multiple points, and all kinds of details were presented to his senses, and then quickly disappeared in a certain sense of emptiness.

Although it was only a fleeting change, Zhou Huai'an, who was stunned, was moved in his heart, did this have anything to do with eating after he kept his hunger. Could it be that this inexplicable ability and sense needs to be guaranteed by enough food?

Then his expectations and plans will change.

"By the way, you don't have to bury it."

During this period, Zhou Huaian finally found an opportunity to interject and probe himself

"Aren't you afraid that it will rot in the wild out of thin air and become the source of the epidemic?"

"It's just a wild monk who has a little adopted son, and he is noisy."

"The matter of my righteous army, why do you need to talk too much"

It's a pity that in addition to the bitter and vengeful officer who glared at him meaningfully, he reprimanded him on his lips. The rest of the people paid no attention to him or cared about his words.

"The monk is really bold,"

But before it got dark, the gray-haired captain turned back again.

"Staying in the empty door is really a talent"

"It's better to follow the great cause of the Yellow King with me and do something for the people of the world who are desperate and desperate."

Of course, this Captain Chai actually had much more than that, because after watching his words and deeds, he was already somewhat surprised and sighed.

Could it be that this guy is really a disciple of some famous mountain and big temple, without any magic weapons and rituals (disgusted face?) Just by chanting and singing, can people hear the meaning of compassion and care?

It's just that how can this kind of character wander among the people and mix with these hungry people, is it a way to enter the world and practice? The more he thought about it, the more confused and suspicious he became. However, at least the suspicion of being an official and military spy has been greatly reduced, which has made him think differently.

"Now, do I have any other choice?"

Of course, Zhou Huai'an didn't know these twists and turns, so he could only show weakness in a low-key manner.

"Also, I'm not."

"Alright, come with me."

It's a pity that the other party didn't mean to listen at all, and pushed him straight in the other direction.

"I'll find you a place to spend the night. That's it."

When Zhou Huai'an was woken up by the noisy noise, from the mosquito bites that could not be prevented all night, from a door panel and a straw mat, he saw the strange and busy camp, and the materials that were obviously transported back after looting and looting, piled up in the open air.

"From now on, you will be my sons of the Fury Wind Camp"

The leader was none other than the bitter and hateful officer Cheng Da Bite, who was shouting at the gurgling head.

"From now on, good brothers who share blessings and woes, live and die together"

"Although my angry wind camp is not as good as those old camp children in Henan and Huaishang."

"But it's also the old guy who followed the Yellow King all the way from Jinghu,"

"If it weren't for the terrible fight after the break of the Great Yuling, it would never be cheaper for you clumsy goods."

After the exhortation-style grumbling was over, the Cheng Da bit waved his hand behind him, and the prepared rebels rushed up, and in the face of the newly recruited rebel soldiers, they were stunned by a meal of scolding and scolding, and then drove into a pile like ducks;

"Got the guys."

With a loud cry, bundles of newly-made weapons were stacked in front of them by Taylor

The only weapons given to them were freshly cut bamboos of varying thickness and sharpened tails, with obvious uncut branches on them, and they were named the so-called "Bamboo Nail Team" on the spot, and their only common denominator and characteristic was that they all stood barefoot in the mud.

Under the scolding of the big and small leaders, they stood in groups in a disorderly manner, and the bamboo poles held up in the air were sparsely impacted and entangled, just like the grass blown by the strong wind, which made people feel upset and irritable when they looked at it.

The so-called righteous soldiers who were responsible for suppressing and restraining these new pawns seemed to be slightly better equipped than them, and they were those who came from the Liangzhejiang and Fujian accents, obviously from the local subordination and coercion;

Although it was also ragged cloth, the bamboo and wood poles that were held were tied with slivers and ropes or fixed with iron tips and blades of different shapes, which were called "pole teams", and the wearing of straw sandals or cloth on their feet accounted for more than one-third of the rebels.

And those who are much smaller in number and more well-equipped are the so-called veterans of the rebel army, who are also the backbone and backbone members of the rebel army at this step, and are called "sentry teams" in daily life; It seems that there are about 200 people, and they spontaneously stand in a dozen relatively even communities on the periphery, which seem to be the key positions that facilitate vigilance and mutual support;

They were watching coldly at the jokes of these "pole teams" who were in charge of bullet pressure and restraint, or the "bamboo nail teams" who were as helpless as a messy flock of sheep or ducks, and from time to time let out bursts of laughter and ridicule;

Most of them were young men from the north, and they were generally slightly taller in height and spirit. There are also some old and new scars on the body; Whether it is a sword, a sword, an axe, a hammer or a stick, everyone has the same long and short iron weapon, at least a half-new leather holster or a half-cut nailed vest, or several layers of linen bundled, everyone has shoes and boots of different types of new and old to wear, and they basically play the role of a small leader in the rebel army.

It can be said that except for a small number of people who have dirty and worn hats and helmets with paint off, the others are wrapped in a plain cloth, which can be regarded as a unified means of identification.

Then, with a dull horn sounding, Zhou Huai'an saw that the old soldiers who were on standby also suddenly moved.