There was a commotion, and Zhan Tian, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up.

Quickly touched behind him, and the items he sorted out last night were still in good condition.

He looked into the distance, and vaguely saw a large cart pushing out of the gate of the warrior's station, heading this way.

There were already quite a few war slaves, rushing towards the cart.

Holding the cloth bag in his hand, Zhan Tian turned over and jumped up, and ran towards the cart.

Before it got close, the "strong" aroma of rice porridge had already hit the tip of the nose.

"Goodong", Zhan Tian swallowed a mouthful of saliva and squeezed into the crowd.

On top of the cart, there is a large wooden barrel of clear rice porridge, and most of the cart of coarse grain steamed buns.

A worker slave pushes a cart, and two others are in charge, and two people distribute steamed buns.

Each war slave can get a bowl of rice porridge and two coarse grain steamed buns. This is a free meal provided at the war slave station.

The dream has long been forgotten, and Zhantian, like other war slaves, is looking forward to this rice porridge steamed bun.

The four of them distributed breakfast quickly, and after a while, Zhan Tian received his share.

Picking up the wooden bowl, he couldn't wait to take a sip of the white and bright clear soup first.

The aroma of porridge lingered on the tip of his nose, and the warm soup moistened his pale lips and dry throat, and then slowly sank into his belly, dissolving a cloud of heat in his stomach, making him feel refreshed.

A mouthful of soup that illuminates the figure of the person, and today's Zhantian actually eats the feeling of the Buddha jumping over the wall in southern Fujian!

He took a big bite of coarse grain steamed buns, he held a wooden bowl in his right hand, a cloth bag in his left hand, and a half steamed bun between his fingers, and walked quickly towards the fence.

"Bring it!"

A low shout suddenly sounded from beside him.

Zhan Tian was stunned for a moment and turned his head to look.

I saw a tall and mighty man with a stubble on his face, with four or five war slaves, coming to his side.

And the tall man, stretching out his arms covered with black hair, spread out his huge palms, and glared at him.

Zhan Tian was startled, and with a "hmm" in his mouth, he tried to swallow the steamed buns, wanting to speak.

"Do you want to die!"

A war slave beside the tall man scolded, and as soon as he grabbed it, he snatched away the complete steamed bun that he was holding in his left hand.

"You ......"

Zhan Tian had already swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth, and after he said half a sentence, he immediately woke up!

I'm afraid that I will meet a war slave who is the same as the "prison tyrant" of the earth!

Now, he doesn't have the strength to fight these people.

"How?"

The other war slave glared, took a quick step, and slapped his left wrist with a "snap".

As soon as his wrist was numb, the cloth bag in Zhantian's hand, as well as the remaining half of the steamed bun, fell off his hands together.

The war slave kicked the cloth bag away, caught half of the steamed bun with his hand, and then threw it far away!

Suppressed, the boiling anger in his chest, Zhan Tian slowly lowered his head.

"Still not convinced?"

Another slave sneered, raised his leg and kicked him in the right hand.

Zhan Tian was caught off guard, and the wooden bowl in his hand suddenly flew up!

The clear rice porridge threw a white shadow in the air, and finally with a "pop", it fell to the ground with the wooden bowl!

"Teng!"

A stream of blood rushed to the top door, the green tendons on Zhantian's forehead burst out, and the roots of his hair stood upside down!

Vaguely, he heard a war slave, open his big mouth, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth, and said word by word: "Boy, hand in a steamed bun every day in the future! Otherwise, ......"

"Hmph!" the big man who was the leader snorted coldly and turned around and left.

The other five war slaves also glared at Zhantian, who was silent, and one of them took a sip of rice porridge on the ground, and then followed the tall man and left one after another.

Everything around him seems to be far away from Kaitian all of a sudden. The anger in his chest dizzed his burning head!

Slowly lowering his body, his fingertips trembling, reaching for the wooden bowl on the ground.

In the wooden bowl, there was still half a mouthful of rice porridge left, which was not completely thrown out.

But his trembling hands failed to pick up the wooden bowl several times in a row!

"If Lao Tzu doesn't kill you, he won't be surnamed Zhan!"

A shout, suddenly exploded in the chest!

Zhantian's hands suddenly stabilized, grabbed the wooden bowl, and raised his head to drink half of the rice porridge.

At this moment, a certain "string" in his heart broke suddenly!

......

After about a quarter of an hour, the garrison was in chaos again, and the war slaves rose one after another and rushed towards the south gate of the garrison.

Zhantian, who was sitting in the corner, also got up and stood up.

At this time, it is time to gather at the gate and wait for the selection of warriors who go out to hunt.

There are about six or seven hundred war slaves in the south station, and there are generally two or three hundred warriors stationed in the warrior station.

There are about a hundred warriors who go out hunting today.

Some of them prefer to travel alone, but some need two or three, or even more, slaves to assist.

The warriors were selected quickly, and after about a stick of incense, all the warriors who went out left one after another, and there were about two hundred war slaves with them.

Most of the faces of the remaining war slaves were blank, but some showed disappointment and some happiness.

Zhan Tian was not chosen by the warriors today.

His thin body is inconspicuous at all, and many warriors who go out also have war slaves that they are used to.

Not being selected is Zhantian's luck, but also sad!

The crowd dispersed, but Zhan Tian walked out of the station and continued to search outside.

At this moment, he has completely calmed down.

This world is like this, it will not change with him, a little traverser, all he can do is try his best to adapt and try to live!

Half a mile away from the station, he untied the finished crossbow and used the remaining torn leather to make a slingshot leather and attach it.

Yesterday he had observed that outside the two war slave camps, there were also birds and finches occasionally frequenting.

However, the birds here are very clever and agile, and it is not easy to knock them down.

The stones used in the slingshot were everywhere outside the station, but after opening the bow more than 100 times and taking nearly an hour, nothing was found.

However, in the middle of his search for birds, he found a flint that could be used to make a fire!

The beast leather band he used to make the slingshot was also a very tensile item, and by this time, his thin arm was already very sore, numb and painful, and some of them could not pull the slingshot.

The abdomen hurt slightly, and Liu Gen sent out a cool meaning to repair muscle fatigue.

It was almost noon when his luck finally exploded and he landed a bird the size of a pigeon!

The tightly strangled stomach couldn't help but let out another violent hiss.

Zhan Tian looked around and saw that there was no one around, stepped forward to pick up the birds, and then headed south.

After walking a short distance, a small stream appeared in front of me.

The four stations are all built close to rivers and streams, so that they can easily get water.

I dug up some mud by the stream and wrapped the birds in it.

He took out the cloth bag he found and washed it next to the stream.

After that, Zhantian lit a fire with flint, set up a fire, and threw the mud ball that wrapped the birds and finches under the fire.

Finally, he erected a branch above the fire and put the washed cloth bag on it.

In this way, to outsiders, he is just baking clothes.