Chapter 1042 Martyrdom 2

The closer the counterinsurgency army marches along the small river, the closer it gets, the more it will destroy and crush the forces and existence that dare to stand in the way. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And the white army holding the Hengbo flag, under the guidance and opening of the way of the local Fuyi township soldiers, stepped into the devastated territory of Guangfu, the northernmost sub-city of Nanhai County, it was already the coolest month in the local cold wind and sparse month.

It's just that this was originally the most active season for the people, but it was shrouded in silence and decadence.

This can't help but let the rear army of the imperial camp on the horse control Xu Qing, and there are some things that are wrong and sigh at the vicissitudes of life; After all, from south to north, and then from north to south, after returning to the original starting point, the familiar faces who participated in the swearing-in army in Guangfu have withered away early;

Even these subordinates behind him have already changed several times from the old to the new, and most of them are Jiangnan and Beidi people in the Lingnan, and there is no longer any relationship or relationship with the various provinces outside the Lingnan and the Guangfu in the interior.

Therefore, for them who have seen a lot of corpses and blood along the way, all this that they have seen and heard is just a little curiosity and novelty in the midst of all kinds of numbness and indifference.

It's just that in a short period of time, this populated world's first-rate best place has become a cold ghost infested with foxtails, which shows how perverse and brutal these traitors are to the people.

And on the horizon where he was going, the steaming smoke represented a different state of affairs that forced them to march with all their might.

If they don't break into the inside, it's okay to say anything else, but if they have already broken into the inside, they can't stay out of it; Even if they have accumulated considerable exhaustion and pressure, if Jiangning's big mansion can only return to a capital full of ruins, then the credit for their hard work until now will be greatly disgraced and discounted.

And with the sudden outbreak of fighting and roaring in front of them, the endless attacks and encounters began to become more frequent in an instant. Obviously, there are still people who are unwilling to withdraw from the stage of history so easily.

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In Songzhou, at the foot of a corner of the northern corner of the Biyang Mountains, the sky has just turned white, and everything is shrouded in white and vast colors in the morning.

In the narrow and cramped dimple, the burned charcoal was still dark red, emitting a faint heat, and for the time being, the biting cold wind that seeped in from which corner, as well as the peculiar moisture in the dimple, forced back a small radius of the furnace.

And Zhen Wuchen, who had to get up early and was responsible for fetching water and cleaning up the entrance and exit buried by the snow, was also sighing with white smoke.

"It's still snowing."

Finally, I can work without being driven to die, and Zhen Wuchen, who had a short leisure, was a little stunned after a while of relaxation. After all, no one in this cruel world likes to keep a group of captives for nothing. The longer the interval between breaks, the more they have no bottom in their hearts.

At this moment, the sound of heaven bloomed outside the nest where the twenty of them were located.

"Get up."

Even the rustling of footsteps and loud pipes shouted one after another outside.

"It's time to get to work."

"After clearing the snow, there will be a morning meal."

"It's a good practice that the last ten people in each group don't have hot soup to eat."

At this time, the rag curtain has been lifted, and the people in the nest rushed out, and some people were still stained with straw or soot, so they couldn't wait to spread it on the snow with snow balls, scrubbing their faces and hands and feet to sober themselves up as soon as possible.

Half an hour later, there was a trumpet sound, and then their jagged chorus was heard, but it was the music and folk songs of the Northland; The main laments the difficulties of the world and how difficult the livelihood is, and pities his life experience of being displaced, his home is broken and scattered, and he doesn't know where to settle down.

I was still thinking in the center of the army and felt nothing, but after experiencing the hardships of labor and survival, the more people listened, the more they felt more and more reliant;

Suppressing this emotion that he didn't know what it was, Zhen Wuchen also got a frozen breakfast meal, although it was left overnight, it was better than a lot, and it was all thick soup lumps that sank at the bottom of the pot, as long as it was placed on the fire pit and heated slightly, it could be eaten.

Then he had to start cleaning up the nests, carrying the filth and other garbage accumulated during the night to the designated places, and then bringing back the living water to fill the coarse storage jars.

At this time, a new task was announced: a hundred people needed to be sent to further afield to clear the snow on the roads and dredge the ditches; Another 60 people were needed to dig through the ice on the river to catch fish; Another work requires a hundred and fifty people to bring back more charcoal for heating...

These ad hoc jobs vary in length, but they all have temporary rations of food or other quotas; Therefore, it is quite a sought-after thing for a while.

It's a pity that because of his part-time vigil, he can't participate. I just saw these three layers of encirclement, all kinds of nervous expressions and enthusiastic body movements.

Zhen Wuchen was suddenly a little stunned and a little confused, how much time has passed, these people who were originally unruly in the army, or they were veteran oilers, thorns and the like, have been dissipated into this picture.

Many people can compete without hesitation for an extra bun or a bowl of vegetable soup for the most despicable and humble thing to clean up the rancid water and collect the night incense.

Of course, as for those who refuse to do this or can't let go of their bodies, they can't live here at all. It's not because there are too many accumulated punishments that the head is hung on a high wall; It's because of the exhaustion and hunger that I have accumulated so much that I get stuck on the ground in the middle of my work, and I can no longer stand up on my own.

Zhen Wuchen himself is no exception, he is responsible for the night vigil and the errand of maintaining the fire pit, although it is quite boring and difficult, but he can constantly drink hot water, as well as a few slices of dried ginger and a piece of baked potato to wake up.

This is also a very important errand, and people who are not particularly responsible and persevering can stick to it; Because during the coldest period between dark and dawn, it is not easy and simple to keep the pond fire all night.

Elsewhere, there has been a tragedy in this icy winter night because of the fatigue of the night watchman, which caused the insulated fire pit to be extinguished, and the whole nest was frozen so that more than half of the people never woke up.

Although it is not news that people die in a prisoner of war camp, the result of sleeping and dying so casually because of someone else's negligence is really relatable to them. And here, even if you are frostbitten and crippled or have cold, it is basically the same as death.

And Zhen Wuchen also has a new direction of struggle, that is, to find a way to perform and be recognized, so that he can enter the formation of the logistics team, and finally be able to go to the big room to help, so as to get close to the goal that makes him feel uneasy. Or that his life and the rest of his time can be worked hard for.

It's a pity that after slowly getting used to and adapting to the pace and rhythm of this prisoner of war camp, coupled with the harsh environment of wind and snow outside, there are basically no more people who want to escape, and there is no chance to come out and denounce.

Thinking of this, he washed his face with snow, and after swallowing the lumps of the morning meal in three or two, he went to a bunk next to the fire and lay down, wrapped his body tightly on the straw bale, and with the help of this last bit of residual heat, he barely fell asleep.

What I dreamed of was not the past of the iron horse Jingo, nor the high-spirited army life. It's not the tragic scene of flesh and blood in the past; Many newcomers will keep having all kinds of nightmares in the difficult and difficult living environment, shouting and waking others up one after another;

But Zhen Wuchen this time, but he dreamed of something a long time ago, at first he was still a confused young man, and before being dragged by his father and brother of the same clan to join the army, he promised his childhood sweetheart and a little good impression of the sister next door, and promised a bold statement about the future scenery.

Then this memory, which he had forgotten for a long time, became a different scene, a large field and a few tent houses, and the elder sister who stood in front of the door to greet her as a woman, and the little children who rushed out of her but could not see their faces clearly. (To be continued.) )