The closing door of the Star Pass creaked open.

He had just walked around from the Ghost Gate, and the joy of being able to be a Xingluo soldier and return to the old army in a dignified manner had not yet gone down from Song Wu's face.

He was like everyone else, and was pressed to the ground on the spot by his own people who rushed out of the lock-up like a tiger.

Clamping, tying, locking, gagging, body search, you name it.

The clothes in their baggage were taken away along with the box of sugar fire and the golden dragon medallion, and even a few cauldron helmets kindly given to them by the cook were not spared.

Although the taste is ordinary cake, it is much more fragrant than dry food mixed with wheat bran, rice bran and rice husk.

The soldiers in charge of the search could barely hold back the smell of their faces and the slightly sweet taste of the sugar fire.

Everyone swallowed hard in their throats, resisting the urge to shove them directly into their mouths, and put the "enemy assets" in a large box.

Song Wu whined, trying to justify something.

But his mouth was gagged and he couldn't speak at all.

His arms were chained with rope and shackles, and he was thrown into a cold prison with more than 300 other warriors by his former men.

These soldiers, who were just glad that they had survived and were not about to return to the army, couldn't figure out what was going on.

I finally resisted the temptation to come back and be loyal to the country, why was I treated like an enemy by my own people?

For these loyal and patriotic soldiers to be treated like this, Xia Ling had long expected it.

Because that's what he single-handedly arranged, and he wanted to get the result.

The final step of the scheming.

Break the fighting spirit of the enemy army from within.

Although he admired the spirit of these people very much in his heart, he had to do it, and he would not be merciful because of this.

The position of the butt is different, the position is different, and the problems of doing things are naturally different.

As the saying goes: in his position, seek his government.

Xia Ling, as the actual supreme leader of the Martial Spirit Hall at present, must be responsible for the lives of his subordinates and the safety of the entire continent.

Now that he has started a war and is ready to quickly unify Douluo Star in a short period of time, he is ready to be called an executioner, a demon, and bear infamy on him.

Even if the public opinion of the mainland is now in the hands of the Wuhun Palace, he can gain a momentary fame.

But Xia Ling knew very well in his heart that according to the urine nature of the human race, someone would definitely pull him out and criticize him after thousands of years.

He didn't care, though.

After living in the Douluo Continent for more than twenty years, he is no longer the college student who just crossed over from the civilized society back then.

In order to achieve the set goal in the shortest possible time and at the lowest cost, Xia Ling had to use some tough methods that would cause psychological trauma to some people.

If there are fewer hard bones like Song Wu, the less resistance the Wuhun Hall will encounter to unify the continent.

For these brave and loyal soldiers, he could only silently say "sorry" in his heart.

By the time Song Wu and the soldiers in the prison were untied, but still wearing steel shackles, it was already evening.

Song Wu no longer tried to argue, he coldly observed everything in the Heavenly Star Pass.

The food seemed to have improved slightly from what it was before they were captured.

At least Dai Mubai didn't let the soldiers continue to gnaw hard dry food.

When it was time to eat, the auxiliaries in charge of logistics would throw some grain into the pot with the husks, sprinkle a little salt, and throw something black and unintelligible.

In fact, it was the firewood and jerky that the veterans had received before.

Such a large amount of stuff can be boiled casually, and it can be regarded as broth.

Although the taste is still worrying, at least it is much stronger than dry nibbling.

I soaked the dry food in it and snorted and ate without getting stuck in my throat!

When the soldiers had finished eating, the auxiliaries carried the cauldron to the door of the prison to give them the suspected spies to eat.

One person, one bowl of soup the same as the rest of the soldiers, gone.

You can't even eat a piece of dry food.

And there are no pieces of jerky in it, only some boiled and flying crops that I don't know what kind of crop.

Strictly speaking, this thing is much stronger than when they had forced dry food down before.

However......

This is simply a kind of torture for the captives who have eaten the food of the Wuhun Army for nearly a month, and they have one meat, two vegetables and one soup every day.

How do you say that?

I could have endured the darkness if I hadn't seen the light.

Song Wu held the bowl in both hands, looking at this bowl of soup with little water in a daze.

"Song Jiang...... What, why don't you eat it? You pull and pull, I also secretly hid a few pieces of jerky and dry food for you, you hurry up, or if someone comes, we will both have a hard time. ”

The auxiliary soldier in charge of putting the meal obviously respected Song Wu very much, and whispered these two words to him when there was no one around.

Song Wu's face was embarrassed, as soon as he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, pinched his nose and snored, and poured it into his mouth.

The dry food has been soaked and soaked like a cotton jacket.

Coupled with the salt-only seasoning and the heavy, musty, earthy smell of the grains after being stored for dozens of days, the texture and taste are completely indescribable.

The jerky is as salty as ever, and even if it is stewed for a long time, it does not soften at all, and it is still a challenge to the cheeks.

Song Wu has now begun to doubt life a little.

I've eaten this thing for decades, and it's the first time I've found it so hard to swallow.

He wasn't the only one, all the captives grinned as if they were taking poison.

It's all gritted and poured into the stomach.

If you can't eat it, you have to eat it.

According to Dai Mubai's moody temper, the ghost knows if there will be another meal and when it will be available.

Don't fight and die at that time, but starve to death in your own cell, then the fun will be great.

In the middle of the night, the captives slept leaning against each other in their cells.

They had just been dragged out individually for interrogation, and Song Wu told all the information he knew about the Wuhun Army.

Song Wu leaned against the wall, looking out at the deep starry sky through the narrow window.

He didn't regret that he didn't follow the little brother he had previously recognized to lead the way home because he was a soldier, General Huwei of the Star Luo Empire.

But now, he is locked in a cell by his own people, as if they are really traitors to the enemy.

He had a bitter smile on his face.

After eating, he had already figured out the intention of the Wuhun Army at noon.

With the scene of eating together and the sound of brothers, Dai Mubai would never trust them again.

Even if the Wuhun Army really didn't ask anything in the past twenty days, they really didn't say anything to no avail.

But when he said this, there was no evidence, and the suspicious Dai Mubai would not believe it at all.

Late at night.

Several of Song Wu's former subordinates, with the determination to die, came to the room where Dai Mubai temporarily lived.

They were going to say a few kind words to their former boss to see if they could save his name.

However, to their surprise, the heralds standing guard outside let them go straight in.

When a few people walked in, they saw Dai Mubai, who was playing with a few golden dragon medals in his hands and still eating sugar in his mouth.

There were several large boxes of such sugar burns, thousands of them, and they were now piled up in this room.

Although it is not made with brown sugar.

But the combination of sugar, sesame paste, and white noodles is still extremely good, and some people absolutely believe that it is a dim sum exclusively for the royal family on Xingluo's side.

"Something?"

The bloody eyes from hell were raised, and the cold and hard gaze made people feel cold all over the body.

The highest-ranking officer gritted his teeth fiercely, knelt on the ground and said: "Your Majesty, General Song Wu, he will never be able to commit treason, and several of his subordinates are willing to vouch for it with their lives!" ”

"Hmph, do you need to remind me? Of course I know that General Song will not be treasonous! ”

Dai Mubai threw out the golden dragon medal in his hand.

At this moment, the ornate medallion turned into a murder weapon, piercing one of the officer's ears and piercing through the extremely thick wall.

"When I was still the prince, General Song was personally given the word Huwei by the first emperor, do you think I don't know what it means? Need you idiot to remind me? ”

Huwei, this is the highest and most special name among the generals of the Star Luo Empire.

It was very difficult for even a soul master to have this title, let alone that Song Wu was just an ordinary person.

Sometimes there won't be a single Tiger General for a hundred years.

Only warriors who are absolutely loyal to the Star Luo Empire and have distinguished themselves in battle will be awarded this special title.

Song Wuzu was a general for generations, and the accumulation of generations plus his own talents made him the name of Huwei.

"Then why do you ......?"

A general blurted out.

But he was only halfway through his sentence before it came to an abrupt end.

The head that speaks has moved.

The same thing that smashed his head to pieces was a golden dragon medallion.

Dai Mubai smiled contemptuously.

"What do I need you to teach me? What kind of thing are you? While I'm in a good mood right now, get out of here. ”

The other general could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and wanted to explode on the spot.

The colleagues on the side hurriedly strangled his face, hurriedly thanked him, and then pulled him out of the room.

"General Huwei? It's just rubbish, huh! Do you want me to lock up Song Wu as a spy and drive a wedge between me and my soldiers? I won't let you succeed! ”

Dai Mubai crumpled a large handful of golden dragon badges in his hand into a twisted metal aggregate and discarded it on the ground at will.

Looking at this little badge, he could always think of Xia Ling's face that always had a smug smile.

Dai Mubai got up angrily and disappeared into the house in a flash.

The next time it appeared, it was already the place where Yu Xiaogang was recuperating.

Under the treatment of the blood crystal, the wound he had previously blasted out by the Soul Devourer was almost healed, and he had even advanced in cultivation, successfully condensing a blood-colored cultivation core.

Yu Xiaogang opened his eyes and saw that the person who came was his proud protégé, and his eyes showed a hint of joy.

"Mu Bai? You're here just in time, come and see the results of the teacher's cultivation, I've successfully condensed the kind of black crystal you said, and now I feel like I can beat the previous ten selves! ”

"Yes, that's great, disciple is happy for you."

Dai Mu replied with a smile, and at the same time used his mental power to probe the situation inside Yu Xiaogang's body, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Teacher, our supply convoy has been two days behind schedule, and the scouts sent have not returned, I suspect that our supply line has been cut off, and the Martial Spirit Hall is likely to go around to the rear of the team in a way that we don't know."

Yu Xiaogang was shocked.

With their current food reserves, they could only last up to seven days without supplies.

Seven days later, there was no food, and the two million troops had to mutiny.

"Mu Bai, how is this good? Why don't I lead the troops to charge them again? ”

Dai Mubai waved his hand calmly.

"Teacher, don't worry, those soldiers who fled back have already confessed, and the Martial Spirit Army does not exceed 150,000 at best. In the next three days, the food will be supplied openly, and after three days, when you have stabilized your cultivation, we will fight to the death with the Wuhun Army. ”

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Next.

After pinching his nose again and eating a bowl of "broth", it didn't take long for the more than 300 suspected spies to be released.

But they were all stripped of their positions and put into the camp of the dead.

Even Song Wu was no exception.

Dai Mubai did not deprive him of the honor of General Huwei, but he still lost his rank and rights and became a lowest-ranking soldier.

This is a contingent of criminals, captives, errant soldiers, deserters, and so on.

On a daily basis, they have to do the most and most tiring work.

In war, they have to take the worst equipment and charge at the front line.

Fortunately, their food is the same as everyone else's and is not deducted.

At noon, everyone was given a bowl of soup soaked in several pieces of dried meat and a few leaves floating on it, a piece of dry food without a large number of unknown ingredients, and even a handful of beans fried in salt.

Except for the prisoners who had just been released, the soldiers of the Dead Battalion had no image of what they were eating, and even the small soldiers who were standing guard at the gate, and even the elite soldiers of the elite unit next door were gobbling it up.

This is already the best food they have eaten in half a year, and everyone is as happy as the New Year.

Song Wu still soaked the dry food as before, and forcibly poured it down with a snort.

Finally, with an extremely difficult expression, he chewed the sturdy iron-like salt beans and rinsed them down with water.

This process is really difficult for an old man who is nearly sixty years old to grasp, and he almost broke his teeth.

Compared to others, Song Wu is quite good.

The rest of the people who had been through the same experience as him had a hideous facial expression and an ugly face.

Seeing the bared teeth of these newly released 300 people, the people who were also in the dead camp couldn't help but ask: "I said brother, are you not going to be able to?" This rice is so fragrant, why are you all as ugly as a dead mother? ”

The man who was questioned stopped chewing and swallowing vigorously, took a sharp sip of the soup, and swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty.

He gasped for a few breaths before replying, "Fuck off, your mother is dead." I didn't think this thing was so unpalatable, but since I was captured by the Wuhun Army, I don't know what food is! ”

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