I don't know when a thin figure appeared in front of the gap, dirty, with a small schoolbag on his back, I don't know what was inside.

His face had turned dark because he hadn't been washed for a long time, and he walked forward with his little feet.

His eyes were fixed on the stove, his mouth kept swallowing saliva, and when he walked in front of the mecha, his two small hands were raised high, and he stumbled and said loudly in that immature and nervous voice: "Uncle, I want to eat, I don't have a weapon." ”

"I'll eat a little bit, and I'll eat a little bit if I eat very little."

The garrison soldiers in the mecha did not move, his eyes did not know when they began to turn red, he did not move, quietly watched him pass by him, and slowly walked inside.

The lack of nutrition for a long time made his progress very slow, and Ma Ping'an sat on the chair he moved out, looking at the thin and dirty figure.

A lucky man survived from the mouths of 300,000 displaced people.

On the way, he fell down more than once, but every time he gritted his teeth and stood up, he didn't cry out of pain, he didn't cry, he just carefully took out a rag from his pocket and wiped his eyes, and whispered in his mouth: "I don't hurt, I don't cry, my father told me that I was the most well-behaved." ”

Ma Ping'an didn't move, and his men wanted to go up to help but were stopped by him.

Since a child can survive from the mouths of 300,000 displaced people, it is his luck and his misfortune, since he survived and persevered until he went out of the city to rescue, then he can no longer be regarded as a child, he must continue to persevere, any help will make him weak and relaxed.

Ma Ping'an looked at the thin figure calmly, and calmly ordered: "This child can live in the circle we have drawn in the future, and he is not allowed to go out." ”

He looked outside, at the side of the homeless, and no child came into sight.

His tone grew cold.

"I want him to live, and if he dies, you all have to die, this is an order and my warning!"

Voices rang out one after another in the wartime communication channel.

"Yes."

Ma Ping'an stood up, came to him, slowly squatted down, picked him up, and walked inside.

A piece of sharpened iron was inserted into Ma Ping'an's right chest, Ma Ping'an frowned, then stretched it out again, and walked forward with his face unchanged, handing it to the cook.

"Wash his hands and face, give him something to eat, don't dry it too much, it's better to be thin, take care of him, whoever dares to rob him of his things, shoot him!" Ma Ping'an put the boy down and wiped the blood on his chest casually, not caring that his body had begun to bleed.

He muttered for a moment, then commanded, "Keep his things for him." ”

What Ma Ping'an said, everyone understood, no one made a sound, no one answered, just quietly looked at Ma Ping'an, looking at the small figure standing beside him.

He seemed to be a little well-behaved and strong, but the blood-stained iron in his hand was tightly held in his hand.

Ma Ping'an walked back, the wound on his chest was no longer bleeding, and his immature voice sounded again.

"Thank you, uncle."

Ma Ping'an smiled, didn't look back, and waved his hand: "The little rabbit cub gave me a good life." ”

"Hmm."

"My name is Lu Le."

The trust between people is sometimes very strange, you can't see it intuitively, you can only feel it, it's a kind of mysterious feeling.

A bowl of porridge, an egg, and a small plate of radishes were placed on the table of the little boy Lu Le, and the chief cook stood aside and looked at him with a smile, and kept saying that eat slowly, eat slowly.

Long-term lack of nutrition, reduced intake of food, stomach has already begun to contract, at this time people can not eat more, can only eat a little, to open the contracted stomach, otherwise, the stomach will blow up.

With the first successful examples, the homeless crowds began to go crazy, rushing forward.

The crowd formed three long lines and slowly moved forward, the first to go was entitled to sit at the table to eat, the last to enter could only stand, and after that, they could only walk out with the bowl, and after eating, they would line up again to put the bowl back.

A bowl of porridge, half an egg, and a little pickle is everyone's standard.

The displaced people began to gradually regain their senses.

Some people wept bitterly, and others, after eating what they had in their hands, went out, took out a sharpened wooden stick, inserted it into their bodies, and fell in a pool of blood.

Ma Ping'an looked at the crowd motionlessly, he had to be there today, he wanted to leave a deep impression in the hearts of this group of homeless people, for better or worse.

Some people became even more frenzied, and after eating their own, they began to focus on what other people were doing, scrambling, and then being killed by the garrison with precision.

Someone rushed to Ma Ping'an and pulled out his weapon, but before they could raise their hands, they were immediately killed.

The group of displaced people began to gradually calm down and began to regain their senses, Ma Ping'an picked up the megaphone and jumped on the mecha, looked at the group of refugees, and said slowly: "From today onwards, if there is a bite to eat in the city, there will be a bite for you, now, you must immediately put all the garbage, tents, tidy up outside the city, and those corpses, burn them and bury them." ”

"I don't care what you did before, what happened to your homeless people, I don't blame you for the past."

"Live, live until the beginning of spring next year, and you will have something to eat!"

The crowd looked at him, and someone asked loudly, "Why should we believe you?" ”

Ma Ping'an replied loudly: "With all this now, I have fought for you, otherwise, you have only one way to go, eat everything you can eat, start eating people, and then starve to death!" ”

The crowd began to have red eyes, and no one spoke.

All the people who are still alive have basically eaten their own companions, their own companions' children, women, to a greater or lesser extent.

The crowd began to move, some people carried the corpses at the city gate and walked out, some people went back to their tents, and they dug hard, desperately, frantically, and one by one the skeletons were dug up and carried away.

One by one, the figures began to walk alone, out of the group of displaced people, into the wilderness.

Then bring back a mecha that has been abandoned for a long time.

Ling Xiaobai was also one of them, he pulled his mecha and walked inside, placing the mecha in front of the garrison.

I don't know when it started, but people began to gather around him, and the same thing was that they all had a mecha behind them.

The mecha is covered with scars, and the paw prints can still be seen clearly even after so long, all the mecha are clean, and this group of people seems to pay great attention to the neatness of the mecha.

They raised their hands, stood in front of the garrison, and saluted.