"Dong...Dong...Dong..."

The drums were still making noise.

After the three-way drum, if you go to the assembly, you can be killed.

"Damn it, is it still over? Is it easy for me to just run back? Even if I want me to die, I have to let me take a breath!" At this moment, Ma Wu, who was sitting on the ground, couldn't help but curse, listening to the disgusting snare drum.

Although this short and rhythmic drum sound made Ma Wu feel annoying, the military order was like a mountain, and the drum sound was an order.

If Ma Wu dares to choose to ignore it, then what awaits him will be the beheaded sword behind his neck.

Since he was able to return from the second bombing of the thief, Ma Wu felt that all his good luck in the past twenty years had been used here. He even felt that if he had not had the efforts of his ancestors' 18 generations of his ancestors, he would have become those incomplete corpses on the ground.

Can I still avoid this third attack? Ma Wu doesn't know.

After the first attack, except for Zheng Rong, his teammates either died or got separated. After the second attack, Zheng Rong disappeared, which is probably a bit of a disaster.

Things in the world are unpredictable, and war is ruthless.

Who would have thought that Ma Wu, who was full of energy and fighting spirit, would become so depressed now?

Humans are all social animals.

Therefore, most people are born to like to stay with familiar people or things, which will make them feel safe.

And this is true for Ma Wu.

Without the familiar Zheng Rong's follower, Ma Wu, who was already alone at this time, seemed a little lonely.

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"Dong...Dong...Dong..."

The second round of assembly sect drum sound has been beaten, and the drum sound has slowed down from a sharp turn. There is still about one stick of time before the third round of understanding the drum sound.

Ma Wu, who had no strength to resist, had no choice but to choose to go with the flow. Otherwise, what was waiting for him was a machete of discipline. Don't avoid the spears and cannons of the rebels, but in the end he died at the hands of his own people.

When the army marches together, each team has its own place. And the defeated and separated soldiers like Ma Wu can only stay with those who are also defeated and separated soldiers.

The waiting time is always long and boring. Ma Wu, who is idle, looked around in order to familiarize himself with the surrounding environment.

I saw that the people around Ma Wu were scattered and seemed to be able to find people they knew. The lonely man who was still the same as Ma Wu now was only an eighteen-nine-year-old young man not far from the right.

The young man was about 1.7 meters tall and had a normal appearance. At this moment, he was also looking around with an uneasy expression, as if he wanted to find someone he was familiar with.

It is said that birds of feathers gather together, and people share together.

Two people with the same situation will always be easier to stay together and chat than others. This will give you a better sense of loneliness and gain a sense of presence and security.

"Hey, this guy, where are you from? What's your name?" At this time, Ma Wu squeezed over to the young man and asked.

"Are you talking to me?" Looking at the person in front of me whom I didn't know at all, the young man couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"Yes, my name is Ma Wu, a Fen soldier from Pei County, Xuzhou. During the first two rounds of attacking Ma'anshan, my teammates died and got separated. Now I am the only one left. I just looked around. It seems that you are just here alone?" Ma Wu explained softly, hoping to dispel the young man's vigilance and doubts about him.

"Oh, it turns out that we are all the same. My name is Hong Zhen, and I am a flood soldier from Hongze County, Huai'an. The situation is similar to yours. I don't know if they are dead or alive. I can't see them anyway." Hong Zhen replied.

"Huai'an, Huai'an seems to be quite far from here. Why did you come here? And I remember that Huai'an seems to have been occupied by the thieves." Ma Wu asked after searching for relevant information in his mind.

"It's quite far away. Of course, when the rebels attacked Huaian, I followed our General Sun to fight and flee. As they ran away, they came here." Hong Zhen replied.

"Now the rebels have occupied Huai'an, you have fled with the army. Will it be difficult for your family?" Ma Wu asked curiously.

"I really don't know this. Since I escaped with the army, I have no information about my family. Now whether they are alive or alive, I really don't know." As Hong Zhen said, his expression became sad and depressed, and even a little crying voice was in his tone.

"If I can choose again, even if the thief comes, I will not run away. In this way, even if I die, I will die at home, and fallen leaves return to their roots, unlike Mr. Lu and others, no one knows about death here."

"Oh, who said no? People say that people in troubled times are not as good as dogs of peace. For example, when my group of people woke up this morning, everyone was still talking and laughing. But now they all died here tragically, and there may be no complete corpse." Or because Hong Zhen was sad, he also felt sad with Ma Wu.

"You may not know how many of their family members are still known to me. I really don't know how I would talk to them if I could go back, or I might be like them!"

"Brother, don't say anything discouraged. We can live until now, and we are already the blessing of our ancestors and the favor of God. If God lets you live, you will not die, so don't think about other things." Perhaps because of the sadness that resonated, Hong Zhen actually comforted Ma Wu in turn.

"There is a scholar on our side who often says that people are like grass. Since they come, they will be content with it. No matter what, they have to go on when they are alive, and they must face things. At worst, they can only die."

"Brother, I was thinking about how old I was to you, so I should comfort you. I didn't expect that you thought more thoroughly than me, but you were comforted by you in turn. I was so ashamed." Ma Wu calmed down his emotions and said with a little embarrassment.

"Oh? How old is Brother Ma this year?" Hong Zhen asked curiously after Ma Wu said this.

"Twenty-five years old." Ma Wu said a little older, but in fact he was only twenty-four years old.

"Oh, that brother Ma is indeed older than me, I am only nineteen years old." Hong Zhen really replied.

"I just said that you are much younger than me, I should be a few years older than you." Ma Wu said.

"Well, now I am alone, so Brother Ma will be my brother from now on. Please give me more advice, Brother Ma." Hong Zhen bowed to Ma Wu and said.

"It's okay, they are all their own brothers. Let's support each other on this battlefield!" Ma Wuda replied with a smile.

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"Dong...Dong...Dong..."

At this moment, the sound of the third assembly snare drum sounded.
Chapter completed!