The scattered militia stood in a heap, surrounded by reactionary troops armed with guns.

A general in armor led a group of retinues menacingly.

Stop, stand still.

The general glanced at the group of depressed refugees in front of him, suppressing his disgust in his eyes.

On the other side, Owen and his party, who were escorting Han Qingluo, pushed Han Qingluo rudely into the crowd, and returned to their place proudly.

This little episode only briefly attracted everyone's attention, and then they turned their gaze to the front.

The general took a deep breath, opened his loud voice, and began to brainwash the refugees before the war.

Probably the empress of this country treats the people harshly, asking them to join in the rebellion against the tyrannical empress, and besides, their reactionary army is a force subordinate to an old royal family, so that they can actively support it and overthrow the royal family that has lost the hearts of the people.

In short, this group of refugees is willing to die for them, in the name of justice for the people, and want to profit from this chaos.

On the other hand, the build-up of the reactionary army also attracted the attention of the British royal family, because of the frequent heretical disasters in the country, the existing army could no longer maintain the war with the reactionary army, and could only send a letter to the French royal family to send troops to carry out the rescue.

The reactionaries had already occupied most of the territory outside the city, to the northwest of the royal powers, and they now only had to go down to the southeast and capture the cities along the way to reach the Tower of London.

After the long brainwashing speech, the majority of the refugees began to reconcile, as if joining the reactionary army was their mission.

With the goal in mind, the spirit of the people also emerged, and the resentment that they had been forcibly captured at first completely disappeared, and according to the general's words, they were now fighting for themselves.

Taking advantage of the good atmosphere caused by the speech, the general struck while the iron was hot, and asked Owen and his men to start distributing weapons and armor to the recruits, and he was to lead the refugee team.

They were asked to pack up before the sun rose tomorrow, and together they would follow the large army to the city of Hokmu, the assembly place of the Southern Reactionary Army.

After the general left, Owen motioned for his men to get to work.

The team distributing weapons and armor quickly moved to Han Qingluo's side, and when she was almost there, Owen's voice sounded: "Wait a minute! ”

Everyone's eyes quickly focused on him, and Han Qingluo's hand that was about to reach out to pick up the weapon was retracted, hanging down to his side, his eyes staring at Owen who was getting closer.

Owen walked up to her, looked directly at Han Qingluo's unkind gaze, the corners of his lips hooked a sneer, turned his head to the subordinate who distributed weapons beside him, and said, "He doesn't need it, you continue!" ”

The subordinate nodded respectfully, directly skipped Han Qingluo, and walked towards the person beside her, while Owen glanced at Han Qingluo defiantly and turned to leave.

"How can I go to war without weapons and armor?"

Facing Owen's back, Han Qingluo asked without humility or arrogance.

Owen, who was caught by her questioning, turned around and smiled, "Then you can only wait for death!" ”

"I'm not convinced!"

Han Qingluo clenched his hand at his side, angry. There is no difference between going to the battlefield without weapons and protective gear, and there is no difference between giving her life, no matter how good she is, she is only a mortal in the flesh.

In such a chaotic place on the battlefield, it is impossible to block a hundred like a hanging.

Owen listened to her accusation, the smile on the corner of his lips deepened, he shook his body proudly, and slowly walked to Han Qingluo.

At this moment, her clamor is like a bubble spit out by a dying fish, imposing, but harmless, and even very pitiful.

He stood still in front of Han Qingluo, arrogantly leaned his face close to hers, stared at her with very provocative eyes, and said slowly: "Do you want weapons and protective gear?" ”

The eldest husband can bend and stretch, Han Qingluo is not a Rufu, she lost her mind with all her blood, for her own safety, she chose to compromise and temporarily succumb to Owen's obscenity.

Anyway, when he waited for the battlefield, in such a chaotic place, it was not impossible to find a chance to kill him, anyway, she wrote down this hatred.

"Yes, I need them!"

Han Qingluo looked ahead and swallowed the shame for the time being.

Owen slapped Han Qingluo's shoulder vigorously and continued to insult her: "Then you will kneel down for me and admit your mistakes!" ”

It is said that there is gold under the man's knees, but she is not a man, she is a villain.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and she will definitely repay the humiliation she suffered at this moment!

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Han Qingluo bent her knees without hesitation and knelt heavily in front of Owen, but her face was still engraved with unyielding.

"Hahahaha!"

Owen's laughter echoed through the camp and stung Han Qingluo's ears.

She only felt noisy and bored, and really wanted to punch Owen's dog's head, but the situation did not allow her to be willful, after all, she was as small as an ant in front of all living things.

And this guy Owen can completely treat her like an ant, put down her feet and crush her to death.

Looking at her unconsciously clenched fists, and then looking at her unyielding appearance, Owen was extremely happy in his heart, and he liked to see her want to kill herself, but she couldn't kill him.

He was pleased, and motioned for his men to bring their weapons and armor.

Taking the weapon and protective gear, Owen condescendingly leaned over to Han Qingluo, who was kneeling on the ground, and put away his teasing expression......

Han Qingluo stared at his face and slowly raised his hand......

"Phew!"

The weapon and armor collided and fell to the ground to the side with a crisp thud.

Han Qingluo's outstretched hands stopped out of thin air, and she looked very embarrassed to be played, her chest began to rise and fall violently, and her anger was burning and shouting.

Regardless of the expression on her face, Owen directly picked up the knife on the ground, chopped the protective gear, turned his head to Han Qingluo and said, "The weapons and protective gear you want are here, good luck!" ”

After that, he shouted to the group of refugees: "Give me some money, I will leave early tomorrow morning, and whoever dares to slack off, get out of the team for me!" ”

Then he swaggered away with a group of men.

There was not much time left for them to rest, and the refugees couldn't take care of Han Qingluo, the poor guy, so they scattered one after another, each finding a dry place to spend the night.

The crowd dispersed, and Han Qingluo got up from the ground, slapped the mud and grass off his knees, walked over to the weapons and armor that had been destroyed by Owen, and picked them up.

With a calm face, he put the damaged protective gear on his body, held the knife in one hand, and gently touched the blade with the fingertips of the other, and the dull sensation was obviously transmitted from the sensitive skin of the fingertips.

She was humiliated in every way, but she got a useless thing, and she really underestimated the sinister nature of people's hearts.

With a deep sigh, she walked to the place closest to the campfire and sat down, and began to look around.

Armed soldiers were on duty every fifty meters, and with the exception of the refugee concentrations, there were significantly fewer guards, apparently to prevent anyone from escaping.

It seemed that she couldn't get out even with her wings, Han Qingluo immediately dispelled the unrealistic idea of running away in her mind, she couldn't compete with something like a gun.

Moreover, on the other side, there is a pair of eyes that are also staring at her, and Owen will not let her go easily.

At the moment, you can only spend one night in the camp, and one step at a time counts.

Early the next morning.

Accompanied by a loud horn.

The new regiment of refugees was rudely woken up by Owen's men.

They were never regular troops, and they were gathered in a sparse and semi-coercive manner.

As the focus of Owen's "care", Han Qingluo was driven to the front.

Owen looked at her tattered armor and blunted knife in her hand, pleased with her masterpiece.

On the other side, the other troops had already assembled and set off towards the south, and Owen didn't want to get out of the rhythm of the large army, urging the group of recruits to hurry up and keep up.

Under the dawn of the sky, this group of cannon fodder who were about to rush to the battlefield set off with their own lazy steps, and they didn't know what they were going to face......

——

Five days later.

"Boom!"

Before the team reached the assembly area, the sound of artillery bombardment was heard, which was faint but shocking enough.

The new recruits, who had never been on the battlefield before, were so frightened by the loud noise that they knew they had arrived on the battlefield.

The team was still moving, and the further they went, the more intense the deafening explosions became, and there were constantly rescuers carrying wounded soldiers with stumps and broken arms to the rear, and there were groans and gunshots everywhere.

"Are you scared?"

The young boy beside him grabbed the knife in his hand, and his trembling voice betrayed his fear.

Han Qingluo patted him comfortingly on the shoulder: "Don't be afraid, the war will end soon!" ”

Having said this, Han Qingluo understood how the war could end so quickly, and only hoped that this child would not die too painfully by then.

The boy nodded, turning his head away.

The reinforcements requested from the French soon arrived in England, and a few days earlier they had arrived at the line of Hokmu ahead of schedule, and launched a fierce attack on the reactionary army, which had not yet been assembled.

With heavy artillery fire, the French army quickly drove the reactionary army out of the city of Hockwood and occupied the entire city, which was now being stormed by the reactionary army.

At this time, it is necessary to put a large number of refugees as cannon fodder for recruits and grab Hawkwood with a numerical advantage.

"All the men obeyed the command, and as soon as the trumpet sounded, they went to the gates." As if sensing the coldness of war, Owen put away his frivolous expression and shouted solemnly to the recruits, "Hurry up, hurry!" Rush to the front! ”

Just like that, a group of recruits rushed to the front line with ducks on the shelves.

Not far away, a cannonball thrown by the French army exploded, blowing up the black soil on the ground, and the explosion made everyone clearly feel the vibration of the ground, and the splashed earth could rain on them from a hundred meters away.