I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

Chapter 229

In the eighteenth year of Voling, the first day of February.

Wei Chu’s condition became more and more serious, and the soles of his feet swelled several times, and he couldn’t even put on his shoes.

Han Xiang’s shangyu was the chief and guarded Qi Liansai alone, allowing Wei Chu to stay in the Yumen Pass and recuperate at ease.

The fifth day of February.

The soles of Wei Chu’s two feet began to fester, and while draining pus, it emitted a sour smell of decay.

Every day when Han Xiangbone came back, he would take a dagger and peel off the rotten flesh from the rotten parts.

After seeing it, the veterans sighed again and again, saying that they were severely malnourished, and if they did not eat meat and vegetables, the ulcer would spread along the soles of their feet to both legs, and they would have to amputate their legs to save their lives.

Yumen Guan is extremely short of meat and vegetables, and even an officer like a centurion cannot afford to eat it, let alone Wei Chu is a nobody.

“Old Han, I can’t die here.”

After that, Wei Chu walked out of the jade gate on crutches.

Stay on the desert all day, looking for snakes, lizards, scorpions, all living things that can be eaten.

After returning in the middle of the night, Han Xiangku will also help catch mice.

In short, throughout February, Wei Chu ate almost all the living species on the desert, and even maggots were not spared.

A day in March.

In the early morning, Han Xiangbone was woken up by a burst of laughter.

The boy opened his sleepy eyes, got up and walked out of the stone house.

Not far away, in the clearing, a bonfire burned, and an iron pot was set up on the fire.

The boiling water in the pot boiled an old horse that died yesterday.

Several centurions at the Jade Gate Gate were like several wolf kings, sitting around the iron pot, each holding a big bone and viciously biting it.

And in the laughter of the pointing of the veterans, Wei Chu learned the appearance of a dog, spinning in circles for a while, barking wildly for a while, sticking out his tongue for a while, pleasing several centurions.

“The dignity of men has been lost by you!”

“Cheeky, pigs and dogs are inferior to rats, reward you!”

A centurion handed the gnawing-clean bones to Wei Chu.

Wei Chu was just about to reach out and catch it.

The centurion sneered: “To be a dog is to have the consciousness of a dog!”

Wei Chu smiled flatteringly and opened his mouth.

The centurion deliberately loosened his hand and let the bones fall to the ground.

Wei Chu did not hesitate in the slightest, lowered his head and bit the dust-stained bone with his mouth.

He ran away like a happy wild dog.

——

That pot of horse meat bones finally all belonged to Wei Chu.

The man grinds all the bones into powder, and adds a small half spoon to himself and Han Xiangbone when drinking millet porridge every day.

Don’t say it, it’s really useful.

Wei Chu’s festering soles quickly healed, but he left sequelae and limped when he walked.

And Han Xiangbone can also clearly feel that Lin Daiyu’s delicate and weak body began to gradually gain strength, no longer yawning all the time, sleepy.

“Is it worth it?”

Han Xiangbone asked.

“Old Han, I can’t die here.”

Wei Chu became a joke in Yumen Pass, and the conversation of the soldiers after tea.

But the man doesn’t care at all, he just wants to live.

“Old Han, as long as I can live and see my wife and daughter alive, Mo said that being a dog is even eating.”

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Since March of the eighteenth year of Fuling, the prefectures of the Wei state have successively arrested exiled prisoners who have been escorted to serve military service.

The calculation time is about the same.

The autumn harvest in September and October of the seventeenth year of Fuling caused drought in some places, floods and locust plagues in others.

If you can’t pay taxes, you have to serve as a conscription.

Departing in September and October, the journey is long, and in six or seven months it will reach the Great Wall of Xileisai, but it will not be in March and April of the eighteenth year of Fuling.

Among the exile prisoners were quite a few people from Xiangxiu County, Huzhou.

When the fellow saw the fellow villager, his eyes were full of tears.

After the day was on duty, Wei Chu and his fellow villagers squatted under the roots of the Yumen Guancheng City.

Looking at the magnificent scenery of the desert, smoking dry cigarettes while chatting about relatives and friends in your hometown.

The desert climate is unpredictable.

After entering May and June.

The armor burned by the sun during the day was hot, and after night, it was cold and swayed.

Too many soldiers were infected, some spitting up and down, some blood and flesh festering, like a faltering corpse, and you can smell the putrid smell from a long distance.

Compared to the pain that comes from the flesh, the inner torment is the most torturous.

Most of the soldiers of the Great Wall of Xilei are ordinary people who eat in the field.

Guarding the beacon is actually much easier than farming.

But in my hometown, my father, wife, and children are around, and no matter how hard and tired my heart is, my heart is full.

On the Great Wall of Xileisai, the soldiers had to face the endless yellow sand desert, which was colder than frost and snow.

It was the murderous and tyrannical Hun cavalry.

And the pervasive loneliness.

It was fine during the day.

After nightfall, the beacon pawn who stood on the city wall and quietly looked in the direction of his hometown, living like a stone statue under the high hanging moon.

Han Xianggu had seen a seven-foot man, and after drinking a bowl of horse urine, he cried like a child, rolling all over the ground to go home to find his mother.

I have also seen thin-skinned, waiting until the dead of night, running out of the stone room, looking for a secluded place, holding their heads and whining, crying with sorrow, like a female ghost.

——

Time is like a horse and whip, and the sun and moon are like falling flowers and flowing water.

In a trance, Fu Ling slipped away silently from between his fingers for eighteen years.

Volting nineteen, November twenty-seven.

Qilian Sei Beacon Tower.

Wei Chu, who was ten years old, was holding a long domino in one hand.

Both dominoes came from last year’s pot of horse bones.

The bone is sharpened by Wei Chu.

The words ‘Shen Xinglie’ and ‘Wei Yannu’ were sharply engraved by Han Xiangbone with a dagger.

The two dominoes are gifts that Wei Chu gave to his wife and daughter after returning to his hometown.

It is said that he wants to tell the story of ‘a pot of horse bones and human dogs’ to his wife and daughter.

“Old Han, it’s soon, we can go back next month!”

Wei Chu increased his strength, and the two dominoes had long been rubbed by the man until they were as warm as jade.

“More than two years of wind and frost, this ghost look, I don’t know if your daughter still recognizes you.”

Wei Chu is ten years older, and Han Xiangguo is no longer a teenager.

The long thick black hair two years ago is now yellow and messy like a chicken nest.

The skin that is as white as a woman is also tanned by the desert sun and cut to roughness by the wind and sand.

“Yes! No matter what I become, Yannu will definitely recognize me!”

Wei Chu swore an oath.

——

I know that Han Xiangbone and Wei Chu will go back next month.

About thirty fellow villagers from Xiangxiu County forced the two to fill the stone house.

A group of people waited, so Han Xianggu alone could read and hyphenate, and naturally took on the heavy responsibility of writing down.

The jade gate was closed without pen, ink and paper, but he couldn’t stop the homesickness of the fellow villagers.

Someone dismantled the bed board in the house and split it into long strips with an axe.

Someone sneaked into the stove house to look for charcoal, was discovered by the patrol sergeant, and was howled by the ghost who was whipped by the commander.

Someone drew a steel knife and wanted to bleed into ink.

Wei Chu hurriedly stopped it.

Finally, Han Xiangbone flicked his wrist and pulled out the dagger tied to his calf.

“Daddy, it’s a big pillar, I miss you being old.”

“Fuck, Yanzhou accent? Fuck off, Lao Han and Lao Wei are going south to Huzhou! ”

Cui’er, I’m the child’s father, tell my father, I miss them, tell the little egg, I miss him too, Cui’er, I miss you the most, the father is old, the little egg is only four years old, you are alone outside the family, I…”

“Cui’er, I’m the child’s father, I want to be a little egg, I miss you the most, I’m very good, don’t miss it.”

“Much more, minus two.”

“Cui’er, I’m a child’s father, I miss your little egg, I miss you the most, I love you.”

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Ps: miscalculated, one more chapter.