The students of Beijing Guozijian were sent to prison for gathering crowds to fight, but fortunately, the edict prison was under the management of the Beizhen Fu Division, and the leader was Gao Miao, who could basically be regarded as his own people, and it was estimated that he would not treat them badly.

But the students of Nanjing Guozijian did not have such a good time.

During the siege of Nanjing, they were "Nanjing volunteers", helping the Nanjing army to do a lot of things such as cooking and dealing with the wounded.

But not all of them were able to escape through the side door when Gong Lao Bali should join forces to enter Nanjing.

Gong Lao Bashu has not read much, but he has respected scholars since he was a child, and feels that he is not doing well now, all because his family is a military household and has no money for him to study and take the imperial examination, so this guy seems to uphold the tradition of "not killing civil officials" in Daheng, leaving the lives of this group of students.

Although the "capital crime" was spared, the "living crime" could not be escaped, and the students of Guozijian were held in a prisoner camp, tied back to back, without food or drink.

On top of that, Izuku is very troublesome.

Many people couldn't help it, and peed their pants in a humiliating manner. There were no clean clothes for them to change, so they had to wait for the sun to dry their trousers and robes.

Many people have thought about dying.

But the student who was led by Nanjing Yiyong said, "We can't just die." We haven't had the blood of the rebels on our hands yet, so it's not worth dying like this! ”

His name is Wang Ximing, that is, he is almost the age of the crown, and he is about the same age as Yu Jingning.

"But we're all like this, and what do you want to kill." The one next to him looked rather young and a little dejected.

They hadn't seen their family for nearly half a year.

"The court will send someone to save us, it will be." The man instigated emotions and said, "We are Nanjing volunteers, and we have been fighting side by side with the Nanjing Army for so long, don't you want to see Wang Shinanzu coming with your own eyes?" ”

"Master Wang?" The young one snorted. "The Sichuan army is not the king of the division? 100,000 Sichuan troops, how many deserters are left now? It was not as good as the original 20,000 Nanjing troops in the city. It's been so long now, and the old hens raised by the enemy are almost in their nests, so why haven't there been any reinforcements. ”

Don't think so, just after sleeping for a long time, he finally woke up at this time: "This is Nanjing after all, even if the imperial court is deaf and gives up Zhejiang and Fujian, it will never ignore Nanjing." The more the emperor is not good, the more he values the word 'dragon vein'. ”

It is said that the most courageous in the world is this group of students who have not yet entered the university - they have all begun to scold the emperor, and I don't know how many times He Xiao, who is thousands of miles away, sneezed.

"Jingyang." Wang Ximing frowned, and called a few words to the student who had just woken up, "Are you awake?" What about the wound? Does it hurt? ”

"It hurts." Jingyang hissed, "It's also a good thing to know that it hurts, which means that I'm not dead yet." ”

The youngest one saw that no one was paying attention to him at this time, so he hurriedly shouted: "Can you two stop talking endlessly, as long as you are awake, you can only hear your voices." Also, don't stop me, let me die, how long have I been suffering this kind of humiliation, I can't stand it, none of you stop me. ”

Jingyang's hair had already come out of the net, soaked in cold sweat, hanging down in front of his eyes, and he looked at the young man who was shouting playfully.

So Wang Ximing turned his head and tried to persuade again, who knew that Jingyang spoke first: "If you can break free from wiping your neck, you can also solve the trouble for us, do something good before you die, accumulate some yin virtue, and reincarnate as a good person in the next life." ”

Obviously, he couldn't break free, and the young man snorted for a long time, and said angrily: "I, I...... I bite my tongue! ”

"Oh." Jingyang's expression was cold, "Then you bite it." ”

Wang Ximing's eyes crossed faintly, "Brother Chen, it hurts to bite your tongue, you said that if you bite and don't die, you won't be able to speak in the future......"

Brother Chen looked at the two people around him who sang and squeezed him, his cheeks bulged, and finally he burst into tears and cried: "Then what should I do?" You say, what then?! ”

"Crying is not the way to go." Wang Ximing looked at Brother Chen, who was breaking down and crying, and said in a voice that only the three people around him could hear, "Zhu Chen, now there is no war in Nanjing, and the rebellious army can only be powerful in Nanjing City, because it is heavily guarded, and we can't get out." As long as there is an incident between them, the guards will definitely not be like now, there will always be a way. ”

"What do you do to give him so much nonsense." Jingyang's temples jumped suddenly, "Does this kid understand?" He reads the hardest. Don't talk to him. ”

Wang Ximing said, "It's all classmates, how can you ignore it." Before he could say anything, he heard Jingyang say impatiently: "If we really escape then, take him with us and it's over." ”

Zhu Chen sobbed, silently quieted down, and dried the tears on his face in front of the sun.

The crowd fell silent again.

This kind of anger and silence was common among the students of the Nanking Guozijian, and the cycle of death and anger went back and forth among them, almost draining everyone's energy.

Zhu Chen closed his eyes for a while and muttered, "It's summer, autumn...... I still have to take the autumn test in the autumn......"

Among this group of prisoners, he has not yet taken the township examination, he is not a lifter, but a student whose family "donated" him to study in the country.

Naturally, I don't have this kind of trouble with the rest of the people, but next year is the time for spring, and whether I can survive this year is still a question. If you really survive, will you be able to catch up with next year's spring?

If you miss it, it's another three years, and there are several three years in your life that you can live.

Zhu Chen secretly sighed in his heart that he was unlucky, why was he born in Nanjing, if it was in a nearby place, although it was not richer than Nanjing, but it would not be like now.

Thinking about it, Zhu Chen's thoughts were chaotic, and he was drowsy by the sunset.

It's almost night, and everyone is going to sleep in a daze again, and how many will wake up tomorrow is still unknown.

The sun had set, the patrol soldiers had changed shifts, and the camp was quiet, and the small chatter of the students could not be heard during the day.

Someone started snoring, and the snoring was intermittent, and it always made people feel like they were going to lose their breath.

In the midst of this intermittent snoring, there was a sudden earth-shattering noise, which woke up all the prisoners who were resting together.

What is this sound?