"That, auntie. Can we stay with you overnight? I asked.

"This," the peasant woman seemed to have something to hide.

"Oh, it's inconvenient for you." I say.

The peasant woman slapped her thigh: "That's not it, the house of me and the head of the house is small." You guys, he can't squeeze through so many people. If you don't dislike it, why don't you stay in our firewood house for one night? ”

Also, the family only has these two thatched huts. Where our gang lives is a problem. However, it is better than sleeping in the wild.

"That auntie, it's okay. We just need a place to sleep. "I feel very dear to this peasant woman.

After my parents died, I went to an orphanage. Although the orphanage has three meals a day, the family affection is no longer there.

This peasant woman reminds me of my own mother, who also treats me as her son.

"Okay, okay, then I'll clean up." After saying that, the peasant woman entered the firewood room.

What she said about cleaning up is nothing more than putting away the clutter in the firewood room. It was a poor peasant family with four walls, and there was not even a decent thing.

Compared to the refugees who have been displaced by the war, this kind of family is a paradise.

"I said, old fellow, can you fix that time machine? Let's travel through a decent era. At least not in this era of war. "I looked at the old fox, and I said what everyone thought.

The old fox shook his head: "Without technology and parts, there is no possibility of repairing the time machine, don't think about it in a short time."

Ah Mao stood up: "If you want me to say that we don't go to that Liu Bei, what do we do."

"Mao is right, what we do. Why did we go to Liu Bei? I asked.

"Otherwise, where are you going?" The old fox looked at me.

"I said, "What, this peasant woman is so enthusiastic. We'll stay here longer. Monkey said.

"Just this farmhouse, just a few of us. Can people afford it? I couldn't eat three meals, so I ate them all. "I'm telling the truth.

"We'll leave tomorrow morning and go to Fancheng. Find Liu Bei. The old fox insisted.

"How do you say thiah? Say we're here to defect? Even if Liu Bei takes us in, I don't know what skills we have for Liu Bei to reuse? It's not good that Liu Bei sent us to the barracks as pawns. Wu Dalang voiced his concerns.

"Not really." Ximen Qing said easily.

"How could it not be, Liu Bei has Liu Guanzhang, and the strategist has Zhuge Liang. What do you want us to do, I'm afraid that few of you can write traditional Chinese. Besides, how to get there? No entanglements, no horses. Hundreds of miles, walking? "I don't know what the old fox thinks.

"Then find a nearby town first, and find a way to get money first." The old fox made up his mind.

Well, that's all there is to it.

Men and women don't kiss each other, but fortunately, the countrymen don't pay so much attention to it. But the peasant woman still separated the firewood room with firewood and gave it to Ye Xianxian.

The only bedding belonged to the peasant woman's son. Gave Ye Xian Xian.

The next day we said goodbye to the peasant woman, and the peasant woman had a handful of snot and tears. When I see his son, I must give me a message to tell him that he is safe.

I told a lie, a lie that made my heart ache out of countless lies in my life. I promised the peasant woman that I would find his son.

I changed into my clothes, peasant woman's son's. Wearing a Cao Ying military uniform is too ostentatious.

The clothes fit well, and the peasant woman's son should be about the same size as me.

The old foxes are still dressed in night clothes. A poor peasant woman is not so capable of giving everyone a piece of clothing.

In fact, the dress I was wearing was the only extra one in his family.

Ge Dog Egg, Gejia Village. I think my chances of meeting this peasant woman's son were like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The man of the peasant woman's family went to the village to inquire about it, and after a few days of walking southwest, he arrived at Eagle City.

We walked for another day, and there were broken walls everywhere. From time to time, I see piles of white bones.

Silence, everyone is silent. Not for the long road ahead, not for the day we haven't entered. It's something we call pity for what we've seen and heard along the way.

The crow stood on the white bones and pecked at the carrion, pecking a few times and raising its head to see if there was any danger around. Or maybe it's looking for anything else to taste better.

Wild dogs are biting at carcasses. They are man's most loyal friends, and it is his duty to take care of the home. But hunger has turned them into beasts entirely.

We began to go numb and saw too many bones and ruins. We've become numb.

We are not as lucky as yesterday. When night fell, we didn't find a place to live.

No one complains about the old fox anymore, whatever he does, he is not a real immortal. At least we're alive.

The night is already dark, and there is still a long way to go.

The firelight, mixed with the screams of women and the oblivion laughter of men.

Something went wrong ahead, and we picked up the pace.

We rushed over, and below was a dirt slope with a pit wall, and below the dirt slope was a village.

It was from here that the light of the fire came from, and the thatched huts were mixed with the sound of crackling and burning. Countless corpses lay on the ground.

It was the bodies of unarmed villagers, men, women, the elderly and children. Blood stained the land red.

Dozens of soldiers, to be exact, rout. They surrounded the fire, and several village girls were surrounded by them.

The maidens screamed and cried. This only increased the desire of these soldiers. The soldiers smirked, their evil eyes like the eyes of hell.

A soldier picked up a baby with his spear, and the baby was still crying intermittently.

The soldier with the spear rode a woman, who was the mother of the baby.

Ignoring the clothes she was tearing, the mother threw herself on the ground and raised her hands, trying to grab her child in the void.

The soldier laughed as he tore at the woman's clothes.

Anger poured in like a flood, and our eyes were torn apart with hatred.

We don't have the courage, we don't have the courage to change the world, we don't have the courage to be a superman who saves the world. We don't even have the courage to be a good person, we just want to find a place in this troubled world.

Anger gives us courage, and each of us is deeply enraged by the hellish scene before our eyes.

I'll admit that I'm cowardly in life, so cowardly that I don't even have the courage to kill a chicken, and they probably do.

But now our minds have been filled with anger, and the seeds of hatred have sprouted in our hearts.

There was no one to command, not even to give orders.

We rushed down almost simultaneously, towards the rout that was several times with us.

Anger does not mean that we have no brains, a rout is not as good as a bandit, and a rogue soldier is a thief.

They have no fighting spirit, and the rout has caused their beast, sex to explode from the bottom of their hearts. So they all became a bunch of brutes.

Forgive me for not finding any other words to describe them, they are simply not as good as animals.

We rushed down screaming, with a fury of sympathy and vengeance for the weak.

The dozens of routs were stunned, and in their eyes, we were strangely dressed and had short hair. The guys dressed in black are tantamount to mandrill ghosts.

We grinned and gnashed our teeth and roared to death you.

"Hell!" Some of the routs reacted, threw away their spears and tried to flee for their lives, so everyone scattered and fled.

"Captain Wu Tong, wait for me." I don't know which of the routs shouted like this and ran away.

The wind is loud, so that they are all soldiers. The rout has no fighting spirit, and when they meet someone stronger than them, they are even inferior to a flock of sheep.

The cold-faced beast and Ye Xianxian rushed in first, and they easily solved several routs with their bare hands.

I'm with Ah Mao and the monkeys, we don't know how to fight, but the three stinkers are Zhuge Liang, and the routs have already scattered in all directions.

We caught a soldier who was stupefied, and Mao used his body as a weapon to ram him.

The soldier was knocked out of the way, and the monkey and I jumped up and grabbed him by the neck, using all my life's strength.

I look back, Wu Dalang and Ximen Qing are smarter. The two of them had already snatched the weapons that the rout had thrown into the ground and rushed forward. Quickly knocking down a soldier, the hammer lifted the stone and slammed it into the rout's head.