Jian Yao slowly backed away. She saw the wolf-like looks in the eyes of the soldiers. Looking at the woman again, she was surprised by the hatred in her eyes. Why did she hate her?

There was a loud bang, and the woman was thrown to the ground by the man called "Leng Touchong". The man punched her in the lower abdomen twice with his hammer-like fist, and then cursed: "Smelly bitch, you bitch!"

If you want to harm me, you are still young!"

After saying that, she stood up and left without looking back. Jian Yao looked at the woman writhing in pain on the ground in a daze. Suddenly someone slapped her on the shoulder. She looked back in panic and saw the young commander who had snatched the wedding that day was standing there.

Behind her, he looked at her intently. Searching his memory carefully, what was his name?

"Tapir Wolf! Aren't you in the military tent?"

The man turned back again and stepped on the woman's hair without mercy. Tapirang looked at the woman and then at the person who was talking to him and said lightly:

"The king asked me to come over and take a look!" After saying that, he turned around and guided Jian Yao towards Feng Xie's camp.

When Jian Yao left, he turned around and glanced at the woman, only to see her stubbornly raise her head and lock her eyes tightly on Jian Yao's face with hatred.

"Don't look, let's go!"

Tapir Wolf's big hand brushed against Jian Yao's cheek, covering her sight and gesturing for her to move forward. Jian Yao was startled and looked at his rough palm in surprise, then at his indifferent gaze, and then followed

He walked forward.

The two of them were silent all the way. Jian Yao fell slightly behind him, looking down at his heels. The sand and dust along the way rose up with his sonorous steps. His tall figure completely covered the afterglow of the setting sun, leaving a

Darkness is projected on Jian Yao.

"Red account...do you know?"

The tapir wolf suddenly made a sound. Jian Yao stopped and was stunned, then followed him again.

"Know!"

Jian Mucheng was born in a military camp, how could she not understand the loneliness and wildness of the marching soldiers, as well as the suffering and blood and tears in the red tent.

"The red tent in Beili is different. The women inside are not kidnapped from other countries or taken as slaves by officials, but the children of good families who came spontaneously from the common people in Beili."

Jian Yao didn't believe what Tapir Wolf said. Who's daughter from a good family would be willing to do such a thing?

"Why?" she asked. Looking at the young general in front of him, Jian Yao had a deeper curiosity about Beili. Everything here was different, different races, different customs, but these differences revealed more.

What are you wearing?

"Why? In order to have enough to eat, you can only have enough to eat in the army. Do you understand?"

Jian Yao fell silent, and Tapirang glanced at her sideways and continued walking forward. There was some contempt for Jian Yao, a pampered princess.

"Where are the prisoners of war?"

The tapir wolf paused, but continued to move forward without stopping.

"Prisoners of war? We never keep prisoners of war because we can't afford them!" After saying that, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Jian Yao. Jian Yao was startled, and saw his eyes burning like a wolf in the dark night, and couldn't help but shrink.

For a moment.

"Of course, they are still useful when we are in short supply of food. That is food!"

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Chapter completed!