The autumn of the Helsey Grassland has the richest colors. The soft wind gently supports all things on the grassland, and the fragrance of the grass rolled up by the breeze makes people intoxicated. Such a beautiful grassland brings people infinite vitality and hope.

Since the inclusion of Watch City into the empire, this grassland, which suffered from war, has slowly recovered its long-lost vitality. For more than a hundred years, the blood and resentment that wandered in the grassland was washed away by a vibrant vitality.

An army escorting prisoners broke the original peace on the grassland, and the chill in autumn seemed to appear even colder because of the arrival of this army.

After entering southern Xinjiang, Sikong Haoxuan was slightly disappointed when he did not see his father. Then his mind was involuntarily attracted by this beautiful grassland. The grass had turned a little yellow in this autumn, but how could Sikong Haoxuan, as a tourist, care about these things? The fresh and vibrant breeze made his eyes a little confused, "This grassland seems to be no different, but it seems to be a little different."

After the prisoner team arrived at the important grassland city of Tianying City, they were divided into several teams and added to the six death camps from Tianying to Watchtower City.

Death camp, a deformed institution that emerged in the mainland war, is mostly composed of serious prisoners in the country. Because most of these prisoners have martial arts, they are qualified to fight on the battlefield. They are consumables in the battlefield, and their purpose is to die, and very few can survive for three years.

A unique dull aura of the dead camp surrounded the entire camp, and there was no trace of vitality in this aura. Sikong Haoxuan, who was standing at the door of the dead camp, really disliked this aura of dying.

"What else can you ask for prison in the battlefield?" Sikong Haoxuan smiled mockingly and walked towards a tent that looked good.

There were two big men guarding in front of the camp. From their naked upper body, which was covered with scars, it can be seen that they must be the last of a hundred battles. One of them glanced at Sikong Haoxuan and Nan Xing, "Are you new here? Just find a corner to nest, and come to the death camp and eat and wait for death."

Sikong Haoxuan smiled softly, "What's in this camp?"

The big man fiddled with the long sword in his hand, "I want to see the battalion commander. When you survive in three wars, the battalion commander will naturally find you."

A bald man walked out of the camp and smiled strangely, "Isn't this the fourth son of the Governor of Sikong Zhan? Why didn't your father pick you up and enjoy your happiness?"

This bald man is obviously not a simple person. He knows Sikong Haoxuan quite well. "I have requisitioned your camp, and I am not used to hiding in the corner." Sikong Haoxuan was too lazy to talk nonsense to the bald man. Nan Xing beside him always had a surprising understanding of his intentions.

The three corpses with crushed throat bones were thrown into the corner of the camp as garbage by Nanxing, and then stood outside the camp to replace the two previous men. On the battlefield, Nanxing might not be able to compare with these warriors, but at this time, they did not even have a chance to take action when they stepped into the half-killing Nanxing.

Nanxing's methods shocked many prisoners in the dead camp. No prisoner could have been so arrogant. This is the dead camp. There are elite Blizzard Legion stationed on the periphery. They dare to kill people in the dead camp. They don't want to survive?

But the facts were not as thought by the prisoners of the Dead Campus. The battalion commander of the Blizzard Legion soon learned about the murder in the Dead Campus, but how could he deal with it? One was the son of the governor, and the other was the son of Nan Liekong. The Blizzard Legion admired Nan Liekong. How could he make things difficult for his only son?

In the Governor's Office, Sikong Wuwo and his father Sikong Zhan handled the handover between the prisoners, Sikong Wuwo asked tentatively: "Father, my fourth brother has been incorporated into the dead camp this time and is now assigned to the fifth camp. Do I want me to take him out to meet you?"

Sikong Zhan snorted coldly, "Let him exercise first, your mother loves him too much, see what he is now, and he was sentenced to jail at a young age." Sikong Zhan obviously didn't know how complicated the background of Sikong Haoxuan's prison was. In his heart, he just hoped that all his sons would become iron-blooded soldiers like him. But for many years, Sikong Wuwo made him more satisfied.

A hint of pride flashed in Sikong Wuwo's ​​eyes, "Yes, my father is right, the fourth brother should indeed exercise in the battlefield."

Song Ziyan's shadow suddenly appeared in Sikong Zhan's heart. He sighed slightly, "No self, you have to take care of your brother more. After all, it is his first time on the battlefield. Don't make any mistakes."

"Father, don't worry, as long as I am on the battlefield, no enemy can hurt my brother a hair."

Sikong Zhan nodded with relief, "Don't be too obvious, let your brother exercise more, it will be beneficial to him in the future."

"Yes, father."

"You go first. I will go to Watch City later. The Skyhawk's defense will be handed over to you. Be careful, the new Acropolis of Zach is too close to us."

In the dead camp, Sikong Haoxuan threw all the things worth a little money into the ring in the camp, and threw all the garbage out of the tent, laying a pure white monster fur on the ground, sitting on it and slowly sinking into a state of meditation.

"Little brother, please inform the Fourth Young Master, I have something to talk to him." Sikong Haoxuan heard the voice outside the tent and sang: "Nanxing, let him in."

"Another bald man!" Sikong Haoxuan looked at the person coming in and smiled bitterly, "It's really a blessing to see two bald men in one day. How can this person look like a monk? There are monks in this world?"

The bald man dressed in a washed white cloth robe and saluted Sikong Haoxuan, "Fourth Young Master, my name is Beichen, what are your arrangements for this dead camp?"

"Beichen? Nanxing! Those who don't know really think they are brothers." Sikong Haoxuan was obviously very interested in Beichen's name. "Arrangement? What arrangements? What do I need to arrange for the things in the dead camp?"

Beichen smiled bitterly and said, "Fourth Master, if you kill the battalion commander of this dead camp, of course you should take his place and be responsible for the dead camp."

Sikong Haoxuan pointed his hand out, "It's not me who shirked the responsibility. In fact, it was the guy Nan Xing who killed your battalion commander. You should go and take responsibility for him, not come to me. I have no interest in the dead camp."

A trace of anger appeared on Beichen's face, "Fourth Young Master, I'm not here to joke with you. There is no one in the Dead Camp, and I'm in the mood to joke. Look at these prisoners in the Dead Camp, look at their expressions. They are simply a group of walking corpses. They have no future and dare not think about the future, but they are still humans, and they are still life. This camp without future is rare, and it is rare to have a leader, and it is rare to give this dead camp a little cohesion. You can't imagine how terrible a team without cohesion consumes on the battlefield. They are lives one by one. Since you have destroyed this only cohesion, you must be responsible for the Dead Camp."

Beichen's anger did not seem to touch Sikong Haoxuan. He asked calmly, "Are you a mage?"

Beichen squeezed out two words from his mouth, "Men."

"Monk?!" Sikong Haoxuan knew a little about the situation of monks in this world. They were essentially similar to monks. They were kind, compassionate, they had their own pursuits, and they were born to be healing masters.

"You asked me to lead the dead camp to massacre the people from the Zach Empire? Is this the request that you, a monk, should make?" Sikong Haoxuan asked at Beichen.

Beichen was stunned by Sikong Haoxuan's question, and secretly blamed him, "Yes, I have always thought about the people around me, but the people of the Sacre Empire are also life. Should they kill them? But are they just watching the prisoners in the death camp die?"

Sikong Haoxuan looked at Beichen, whose eyes were full of pain, and a trace of respect rose in his heart. Who can worry about the creatures in the world? He is suffering for their lives? "Beichen, listen to me tell a story, the story of a monk."
Chapter completed!