On the calm Atlantic.

The deep blue waves rippled.

Suddenly, a behemoth opened a wide wave of water, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

It was a massive ship.

As far as the eye could see, more than a dozen ships sailed on the sea level, all heading in the same direction like ghost ships.

……

A silent night.

The bright moon hung high in the inky blue night sky, dotted with a few unlit stars.

The surrounding area is so quiet that only the gentle waves and the "sizzle" sound of the sand and rocks on the beach are gently brushed by, and the nearby fishing village is also accompanied by the soft sound of the sea, and gradually falls asleep......

The quiet moonlight shines on the undulating sea, and the starlight makes the sea feel like a dream.

Suddenly, not far from the shore, a large black shadow appeared, followed by another ...... The shadows gathered more and more, and they stopped not far from the shore.

After a while, in addition to the sound of the waves, the calm sea was mixed with the sound of some boat pulp stirring the sea.

In the faint moonlight, small boats marched towards the beach in groups, silently descending on the land like ghosts.

It was a secret landing.

——

Riots are happening all the time.

Outside the cities, refugees in exile can be seen everywhere in the countryside.

Major cities have also strengthened their city defenses, and refugees have nowhere to go.

Hunger is everywhere, miserable, and the difficult life of the people at the bottom is even more hopeless, and they have been abandoned by the state.

On the way, the armed forces organized by the reactionary forces that took advantage of the chaos were recruiting soldiers, and the able-bodied men were forcibly arrested to fill their numbers, and the war was brewing.

"Hurry, hurry!"

The cold and relentless shouts made this spring full of cold even colder.

A reactionary army armed with muskets urged the militiamen who had just been captured to quicken their pace.

In a few moments, it will be dark, and we must get to the camp of the reactionary army before it gets dark.

Along the way, there were a lot of footsteps, and it was eerily quiet.

The militiamen who were forced to capture were all disgraced and ragged, and their long exile had worn away their aura.

They walked silently, in the same state as the walking dead, and now they were facing the battlefield as cannon fodder, and there was no sign of happiness on their faces.

"Whew~"

A cold wind blew.

Everyone shrunk and wrapped themselves tightly in the thin rags on their bodies.

This year's spring seems to have been exceptionally cold.

……

The team marched for more than an hour and finally arrived at the camp before dark.

At this time, the camp has lit a bonfire, and from a distance, it is dotted with stars, and it is still a little beautiful.

In the open space not far away, curling smoke floated from the open space, and under the firelight, wisps of light white mist floated, which were sniffed into the nostrils by the militiamen.

The long-lost sweetness meant that they could finally have a peaceful dinner.

In a huge iron pot, a large pot of flour mixed with water boiled a large pot, but this is already the greatest gift for them who have been starving for a long time.

Holding the broken bowl, they lined up expectantly, the light in their eyes seemed to be full of happiness again, and every sliding throat was looking forward to the warm batter sliding through and warming their bodies that were cold by the spring breeze.

Every man who was filled with hot batter had an innocent smile like a child on his face, and he squatted down at random, and poured the hot batter into his stomach with a clatter, although his mouth hurt from being burned, the happiness on his face could not be concealed.

A guy greedily stuck out his tongue and licked the broken bowl that he had drunk, trying to absorb all the little batter breath that had seeped into the bowl into his stomach, but he accidentally cut his tongue by the broken bowl.

He covered his mouth and raised his head, refusing to let the blood flow out of his mouth......

Suddenly, he clutched his neck in pain and coughed violently, blood from his mouth spurting out, splashing on his face and spots.

But no one seemed to notice, nor seemed to want to pay attention to the poor fellow, and let him lie on his back in agony.

Suddenly, a thin young man ran out of the crowd, came to the guy's side, turned him over, and slapped him vigorously.

With a "wow", a thick stream of blood mixed with batter spat out of his stomach.

Seeing that he was all right, the young man silently walked back to his place, but saw that the place of the bowl he had just put down was long gone.

Sighing helplessly, the young man walked to the side and squatted down, his slightly delicate face was covered with dust, and his short blond hair was so dirty that he couldn't see the original color.

"It's all at this time, and I still have the heart to save others, you see, I can't even keep my own food." A sarcasm rang out overhead.

“……”

Han Qingluo didn't even bother to raise her eyelids, and she didn't say anything, but her rumbling stomach sounded as if she was deliberately hitting her in the face.

At this time, the sarcastic voice sounded again: "You see, even the stomach is mocking you for being incompetent." ”

Already hungry and angry, Han Qingluo felt that she was already at the critical point of the outbreak, but she still forcibly suppressed the anger in her heart, and stood up angrily to try to stay away from this annoying guy.

But there are such boring guys in the world who like to build their happiness through the pain of others.

The annoying voice was still buzzing in her ears like a fly, and the anger in Han Qingluo's eyes was about to erupt, the fist at her side became tighter and tighter, and the green tendons on the back of her hand also protruded.

She couldn't stop the volcano erupting in her body!

Coincidentally, this idiot is also a heartless guy, seeing that Han Qingluo didn't talk back, and said that he was addicted, he didn't realize that someone's patience was about to reach the limit, and he was constantly testing on the verge of death.

"Have you ever heard a word?"

Well?

The idiot laughed when he heard Han Qingluo's reaction: "It turns out that you are not dumb!" ”

Han Qingluo turned around, the corners of his lips hooked, and the typical skin smile did not smile: "Sometimes ......"

The fool looked innocent and waited for her next words.

"Don't waste your tongue on what you can do with your fists!"

“？”

Before he could turn his mind back, a fist was directly addressed in his face, right on the bridge of his nose.

In an instant, a warm stream flowed down his nose, and the fool took a few steps back with a starry eye, and almost fell to the ground.

Shaking off his aching hand, looking at this guy's embarrassed appearance, Han Qingluo had a smug smile on the corner of his mouth. didn't give him a chance to buffer, and directly came to a run-up, flew into the air, and kicked him over.

The idiot was kicked out without any resistance, knocking down a lot of people.

Han Qingluo's unilateral beating quickly attracted onlookers, and the rough men who were not too big to make a lot of trouble shouted and screamed, and as soon as they were full, they focused on joining in the fun.

At this time, his companion noticed the anomaly here and hurried over.

However, there were too many militiamen, and these regular soldiers belonging to the reactionary army could not squeeze in at all.

"Bang!"

"If you don't want to die, get out of the way!"

A loud gunshot was followed by a furious roar.

The crowd of onlookers who had just been crowded dispersed and made way of an avenue.

Several reactionary soldiers rushed in, helped up their companion who was lying on the ground, shook him with a bloody face, and shouted: "Captain Owen, are you all right!" ”

The other few directly pounced on Han Qingluo, who was making trouble.

However, when he beat Owen, he spent all his strength, and Han Qingluo was captured by them before he could resist for long.

"Let go of me!"

Han Qingluo gasped and shouted hoarsely, as crazy as chicken blood, as if he wanted to vent the suffering he had suffered during this period of time.

One guy saw her like a mad dog and picked up the butt of his gun and smashed her on the head.

A burst of dizziness made Han Qingluo settle down instantly, his scalp opened a hole, and blood quickly flowed down his forehead to his cheeks.

Owen was helped up by his companion tremblingly, and just as he wanted to take a step, he shivered again and almost lost his footing. The people around him wanted to hold him, but they were stopped by a gesture from him.

He wiped the blood from his nose, and stared at Han Qingluo with a pair of eyes full of cruelty.

After relieving himself, he slowly walked towards the captured Han Qingluo, she fell to her knees, her forehead was bleeding, and her embarrassed appearance did not look much worse than herself.

Walking up to her, Owen spat a mouthful of phlegm blood in her face and scolded, "You dare to beat me as a refugee? As he spoke, he raised his hand and gestured to give her a slap.

Han Qingluo stared at a pair of blue eyes, not afraid of his move at all, what is this little slap to her who has experienced life and death?

It's just a fly bite, itching for a while.

Probably frightened by the ferocity emanating from her eyes, Owen's hand did not let go for a long time, and finally stopped on the side of his head, grabbed his hair a few times in embarrassment, and shouted to his companions beside him: "Put him in a wooden prison!" ”

Looking at the honest Han Qingluo, Owen's face showed a look of pride, looked around at the onlookers, and scolded: "What do you see, do you want to be imprisoned in a wooden prison like him?" ”

With that, he walked up to the escort team.

Before arriving at the prison door, Han Qingluo learned that the guy he was beating was a small team leader in this reactionary military camp, named Owen. Or from a noble family.

"You're going to provoke a big guy as soon as you come, so ask for a lot of blessings!" One of the soldiers escorting her scoffed.

Between their unlocks, Owen followed: "Hey, don't let him in yet!" Owen stopped his men from putting Han Qingluo in the prison door.

The blood stains on his face had been wiped clean, but there were still rare traces of being beaten by Han Qingluo on his face, and he was already bruised and blue.

He walked up to Han Qingluo and grinned.

In the next second, Han Qingluo's abdomen was firmly hit by his punch, and she snorted in pain, arching her body, but her hands were bound, otherwise she would not be beaten for nothing.

Looking at Owen's villain's face, Han Qingluo spat at him unconvinced, looked at his annoyed face, and laughed.

"Untouchables!"

Owen was so angry that he grabbed her collar and slapped her, so strong that Han Qingluo's eyes were full of stars, and his cheeks only felt a hot pain.

He raised his hand again, and before the slap fell, a "gathering" stopped his movements.

"Captain Owen, the general told us to gather all the militia!" One of his men ran over.

Owen put down his hand angrily and let go of Han Qingluo's collar: "Count yourself lucky!" Glancing at the people around him, "Take her with you!" ”