Blue sky.

White clouds.

The vast Gobi Desert.

Thousands of civilians pushed the grain cart and followed the Western Expedition Army "huh" from east to west, traveling deep into the Gobi Desert.

Jiang Chen looked around, but still didn't want to believe it. When he woke up, he became an unlucky man in the David Wu Dynasty - the Western Regions Army (Qingzhou Division).

Confused.

shock.

Indescribable fear!

The Chinese people have always been the most patient group. Even so, they are often afraid of military corvee and fear that one day they will die in a foreign land and that their bodies will remain...

"The Book of Songs: The Boss Yu" says: "The solemn and solemn boss is gathered in Bao Xu. The king's affairs are not broken, and he cannot make millet. What parents have? The sky is in the sky! How can he have something?"

The great bustard flapping its wings and perched in groups on the clusters of oak trees.

The corvee service in the royal family is endless and endless, so I cannot go home to cultivate grains and grains.

How can my poor parents support me?

When will I return to my hometown with the unattainable God?

…………

Jiang Chen didn't expect that he had done the 9-point test of "Reading Ancient Poetry" in high school, but now he can answer it with his own experience.

Just five words can perfectly interpret the mood of the working people at that time:

***, refund!

The lower-class people pay the heaviest taxes, but still have to bear the distributed corvee service, year after year, endlessly, and even called him "the king's affairs". How unfair is this?

Jiang Chen held his breath, suppressed his anger, and reviewed the original owner's experience.

The same name and surname, the parents were chased by evil people, and both fell off the cliff and died.

The tax collector was jealous of the three acres of paddy fields left by his parents. It happened that the old emperor was very happy with the achievements and was very arrogant. He gathered the powerful soldiers of the Jiuzhou provinces. He wanted to attack the Western Regions, so he arranged it as a civilian of the Western Army (Qingzhou Division). He just waited for the news of his death to plunder the precious family business accumulated by the original owner and ancestors for generations.

When I went through the two prefectures of Hebei and Liang, the powerful soldiers of Qingzhou soldiers were always able to forcefully demand supplies from various counties. Those who refused to give them would cut off the county magistrate's...'s division or wife in public. "Bandits are like combs, soldiers are like castors, and officials are like shaved." Therefore, they are famous for their reputation and have relatively sufficient logistics supplies. Even civilians can eat a bowl of stinky pigs from time to time to go into the water.

But after entering the Gobi Desert, the death rate soared sharply at an astonishing speed!

Thirty thousand Qingzhou soldiers, more than twenty casualties;

More than 8,000 people died of 60,000 people, some died of heat, some died of thirst, some died of exhaustion, some died of heads by horse bandits, some died of hanging on flagpoles after escaping, and some died of scorpions like the original owner!

When I think of this.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but turn his head and ask the old man beside him:

"Why did dozens of people die in the army?"

The air was stuffy, and the old man wiped the sweat on his forehead, looked around and whispered:

"I heard from the veterans in the village that the elites selected from the states have been subjected to the brilliance of the Qingyang ceremony. They can not only prolong their life, but also have a stronger body than bears!"

He frowned and wanted to continue asking questions, but the old man shook his hand and said that he had just heard the veteran missed a few words when he was drunk, and he didn't know anything else.

Jiang Chen stared ahead, the tall state soldiers raised their heads and chests, with a proud look on their faces, and they were as relaxed as if they were a tourist attraction.

Even if he needs to face the enemy head-on, his survival rate is far higher than that of a civilian like himself. He couldn't help but think in his heart:

"If you want to survive this war to conquer the Western Regions - you must become a Qingzhou soldier, and you must find ways to become one of them!"

…………

In the next five or six days, Jiang Chen followed the Western Expedition Army to continue to penetrate the Gobi Desert, and became increasingly sure of his initial judgment.

The only way to live is to be promoted from a civilian to a Qingzhou soldier!

If you are honestly a resident who transports food, one day you will die of heat, thirst, exhaustion, illness, or even stung by scorpions like others!

It was at this moment.

Hundreds of meters away, the sound of desolate horns suddenly echoed throughout the audience:

"Woo-Woo!"

Jiang Chen's eyebrows tingled, and suddenly raised his head and stared at the sunset in the distance. The warm afterglow that should have been warm and warm was now filled with blood red!

Since he came to this world, he seemed to have awakened some extraordinary ability to perceive danger. Whenever he noticed danger, his eyebrows would slightly sting.

Others didn't care and said with a smile:

"You kid, you are stung by a scorpion!"

But afterwards, Jiang Chen's correct predictions, like a ghost possessed by a ghost, gradually made him gain some popularity among the civilians and husbands.

"How come the divine ghost?"

In short, his status among civil servants has been upgraded from "unknown little man" to "civilian diviner". Whenever something happens, someone will come to ask for his opinions.

Jiang Chen stretched out his hand, grabbed the old man beside him, and asked in a low voice:

"Uncle Chen, should we find a place to hide? I always feel something is going to happen."

The old man, known as "Uncle Chen", was named Chen Buye, and was a fellow townsman of the original owner and a distant relative who had passed the five sermons.

Because he once gave several bowls of hot rice to his fellow villagers who were hungry and cold during the winter corvee service, he was slightly famous among the people and got the nickname "Snow Rice".

Chen Bue was stunned for a moment, then laughed:

"How come you kid pretend to be a god and make a fool of me? In my opinion, it's just a horse bandit. Afterwards, I might as well get one or two pieces of roasted horse meat to try."

"Although we don't like those guys with high chins, these state soldiers were not ordinary fierce when they were playing with guns. They just escorted the two thousand people in the food team and killed 60,000 civilians, like cooking sheep and slaughtering chickens, without any effort!"

"You can just let it go, there will be no problem!"

After saying that.

Chen Buye took advantage of the fact that the entire army was stationed to wait for the enemy, and quietly took out a pack of salted pebbles from his arms, and licked them happily, as if he was eating delicious snacks, so happy.

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"Maybe, I'm really fussing..." Jiang Chen still had doubts in his heart. He carefully looked at the surrounding terrain and silently planned several escape routes in case of emergency.

But at this moment.

A sharp-eyed man looked into the distance and shouted in horror:

"Bandits!"

"The bandit is here!"

Chen Buye licked the pebbles and said proudly:

"Look, I'll just say it's a horse bandit."

Just finished speaking.

A black line suddenly emerged on the horizon to the west of the Gobi Desert.

Although it was three or four miles away and could not see clearly, Jiang Chen's heart trembled and felt a iron-blooded army power across the battlefield!

The huge sunset and the vast Gobi Desert seemed to be shrouded by the momentum of the sky, suppressing it, bowing to it!

"wrong!"

"This is absolutely impossible to be a bandit!" Jiang Chen made a big alarm in his heart, immediately grabbed Chen Bue's hand, and whispered anxiously:

"Uncle, stop licking!"

"What's going to happen!"

"ah?"

Chen Buye was shocked.

The salted pebbles in his hand fell to the ground.

Jiang Chen frowned, pointed at the Qingzhou soldiers in the distance, and said quickly: "Uncle Chen, I can't believe me, but you have to believe those guys, right?"

"Look carefully, they are now!"

Following the direction of his index finger, Chen Bue raised his head in confusion and looked at the Qingzhou soldiers who were responsible for escorting the grain, and his eyes suddenly opened:

"Damn it, these guys who are above the top are actually afraid of one day?"

Just as Chen Bue said.

The Qingzhou soldiers, who were originally straight and proud, pretended to be on the surface, but when they looked closely, many soldiers were holding the weapons in their hands tightly and showing panic.

On the contrary, many civilians have long been accustomed to the protection of Qingzhou soldiers, talking and laughing, and they have not taken the approaching enemy seriously.

The black lines under the setting sun gradually became clear.

With the sound of horse hooves, thousands of black-robed cavalry rushed in like a tide.

in.

A general with silver helmet and silver armor rode his horse to the front, like an extremely sharp arrow, rushing towards him with thousands of cavalry!

Next second!

The silver-armored general raised his sword and roared angrily:

"Protect me, Loulan and kill all the Dongman!"

At first he was alone shouting,

Immediately afterwards,

There were ten people and hundreds of people, and finally spread to the entire army, roaring in unison, and making a tremendous sound: "Protect me Loulan and kill all the Eastern Barbarians!"

Jiang Chen felt a stern and said in a deep voice:

"It's Loulan's regular army!"
Chapter completed!