The man who struggled back from the brink of death was more violent and crazy than usual.
At this moment in the camp where slaves gathered, screaming women could be seen everywhere, being dragged into dark corners by several men.
Sometimes it's not just women, but young and weak men are not immune.
Slaves who escaped death on the battlefield used this method to relieve the emptiness after the killing and to vent the remaining fear after being on the verge of death.
Mo Qiaosheng is no longer the weak and bullied child. The martial arts he has honed through the hellish training have made it so that no one in the entire camp dares to provoke him.
At the same time, as he grew older, his appearance matured, his facial features became more three-dimensional and cold, he became tall and slender, with a monkey's arms and a wasp waist, a body full of tight tendon muscles, and his skin was covered with scars and rough from the grinding of the battlefield.
Except for his thinner waist, he no longer looked like a young man that could arouse men's desire.
He felt that he had escaped the fate of being bullied by men.
But he still felt very disgusted and disgusted by this behavior. He quickened his pace and just wanted to get back to the resting place as soon as possible, have a good sleep, and restore his almost exhausted strength.
"Student, this is your share." A female slave who was responsible for distributing food bowed her head and knelt in front of him.
She has thick lips, prominent cheekbones and small eyes, and is not pretty.
But she is young, and being young and a woman is rare here.
She was assigned to deliver food to centurions among the slaves like Mo Qiaosheng, and also to deliver herself if the centurions needed it.
Mo Qiaosheng looked at her. The girl lowered her head, her cheeks slightly flushed, with the shyness and gentleness unique to a young girl.
He took the bread from the slave girl.
The brown-yellow bread looked much better than the black, hard lumps that ordinary slaves ate.
This was a food that only slaves above the rank of centurion could enjoy, a mixture of coarse grains mixed with a little buckwheat and wild vegetables.
The slave girl didn't dare look up, her heart was pounding.
Mo Qiaosheng is not the most handsome among the centurions. Ah Feng among the centurions is the object of desire in the hearts of many female slaves.
However, she, who was in charge of delivering food, knew that Qiao Sheng was the gentlest person.
Although Ah Feng was pretty, she was too cruel. She had a cold face all the time and her temper could explode at any time. As long as you were close to her, you would be so scared that you would tremble all over.
It seems that Qiao Sheng doesn’t have a woman yet. I really hope I can be his first woman, the slave girl thought.
Her hand felt slightly heavier, and there was a small half piece of brown dough in it, which Mo Qiaosheng had broken off and placed in her hand.
However, what she really expected did not happen.
The young centurion staggered away with the remaining food without even looking back at her.
She was left standing there dejectedly, holding half a piece of bread.
Mo Qiaosheng came to his own "territory", where there were a row of small spaces separated by wood chips and bamboo poles, with ventilation on all sides. Each compartment contained only a wooden board, some straw, and a tattered quilt.
But at least it is a relatively private, personal space.
This was the "honor" he had earned after fighting hard on the battlefield. It allowed him to sleep in a mud circle with other slaves, not like an animal.
Mo Qiaosheng lay on his "bed", broke off a small piece of dough, put it in his mouth, and let his saliva slowly soften it.
The wounds on his body were still bleeding, and he could feel his strength draining away.
It hurts so much, I'm so tired, I need to sleep for a while. He closed his eyes.
He had just been in a daze for a moment when he felt someone slap him awake.
"Qiaosheng, Qiaosheng."
Mo Qiaosheng opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Ayun, who lived next door, calling him.
"Qiaosheng, the master summoned us and said that he would reward us at the celebration banquet." Ayun said to him happily.
Ayun is the youngest among all the centurions. He has not even gotten rid of his immaturity and has a lively and erratic personality.
What is rare is that despite growing up in such a difficult environment, he is still a person who loves to laugh.
But once he steps onto the battlefield, he will instantly turn into an extremely ferocious beast, and when the charge sounds, he will rush forward without regard for his life.
There was a hideous scar on the back of his right hand, and it was thanks to this scar that he became the youngest centurion.
Mo Qiaosheng got up and followed him out of the camp silently.
He didn't want to attend the party at all, but he had no right to refuse.
The one walking in front was Ah Feng. Her face was considered pretty among men, with narrow eyes and a high nose bridge. However, for slaves, whether male or female, being pretty did not mean anything good.
The fact that he is handsome, alive, and even became a centurion only shows that he has paid much more than others behind the scenes.
Like Mo Qiaosheng, he had a gloomy face and walked silently.
"I wonder what the master will reward me with? Ajia, do you think it could be meat? I haven't eaten meat for a long time." Ayun licked his lips while fantasizing.
"I want to eat meat, too. I dream about it." Ajia, who is big and strong like a bear, swallowed his saliva.
"Stop dreaming. Your skins are at stake in front of the master. If you are not careful, you may not only lose the meat but also your life." Old Chang with white hair and beard interrupted them coldly.
The group of five people were the slaves who had made the greatest contributions in this event. Some were excited, some were nervous, and some were heavy-hearted. They followed a servant beside their master and came to the camp where Marquis Weibei was.
The servant took them to a water room and gave each of them a brush and a large spoon.
"Wash yourself clean and put on new clothes. There are many distinguished guests at the banquet. Don't embarrass the host." The servant pointed to a pile of clothes of the same style beside him in a shrill voice.
Mo Qiaosheng squatted on the ground, scooped up a spoonful of cold water, and poured it over his head. The muddy and bloody sewage flowed out from under him. The cold water stimulated his drowsy nerves. He felt a little heavy in his heart, and vaguely felt that what he was about to face was not a good thing.
For slaves like them, no matter how great their merits were, they could not be compared with those of real generals. If they were lucky, they could get a piece of cooked meat, a piece of armor or a weapon as a reward from the mercy of their masters.
But if you are unlucky, an inappropriate behavior may anger your lord or provoke a noble person, which could result in death.
Moreover, their lord, Marquis Weibei...
Mo Qiaosheng poured the whole bucket of water on his head with a splash. He didn't want to recall the obscene and perverted behavior of this lord that he had witnessed when he first met Weibei Hou in Chuhuai Pavilion.
Maybe I was wrong and shouldn't have tried so hard.
But at that time, if he didn't fight hard while climbing on the city wall, it would mean death, and the death of the brothers who followed him.
Ah Feng beside him had the same serious expression as him, gritted his teeth and silently poured water on himself. The two of them exchanged glances inadvertently, and both saw uneasiness and fear in each other's eyes.
After washing and making sure that their bodies no longer had any odor, they put on a uniform black knee-length jacket with red edges. In order to show the unique military chivalry and neatness, they were also ordered to wear tight and light waistcoat-style leather armor.
Ah Yun touched the fine cotton clothes on her body and exclaimed, "This dress is so soft and comfortable. This is the first time I have worn something so beautiful in my life."
Ah Feng, who was passing by him, snorted coldly, "Idiot!"
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At the celebration banquet organized by Weibei Hou, Cheng Qianye watched with great interest the ancient song and dance performances that were very new to her, and tasted the various delicious dishes at the banquet.
Serving beside her were two young men with rosy lips and white teeth, one named Lu Yao and the other Xiao Xiu.
They are Gongzi Yu's personal attendants and have a very close and unspeakable relationship with Gongzi Yu. Gongzi Yu always takes them with him wherever he goes.
So Cheng Qianye had to take it with him.
They surrounded Cheng Qianye attentively and looked at him with watery eyes, all filled with admiration and tenderness.
In Cheng Qianye's eyes, when Xiao Xiu looked at him, she truly exuded a rose-red color that signified love and affection.
And covering Lu Yao was indeed a layer of helpless gray-green.
So Cheng Qianye understood that Xiao Xiu was genuinely gay with her brother, while Lu Yao was forced to pretend to be loyal to him.
Whether it's true or false, I don't need it. When can I get rid of these two gentlemen in a logical way? Cheng Qianye thought in his heart with tears streaming down his face.
Many young and beautiful maids and attendants shuttled around the banquet, serving dishes and pouring wine among the nobles. If a guest took a fancy to a lady, he would beckon her to stay and serve him, and often he would bring the lady back to his own tent after the banquet.
Weibei Marquis Hua Yuzhi, Hanzhong Prefect Han Quanlin, and Yunnan King Yuan Yizhi each embraced two beautiful Luan Chongs on their left and right, and they became friends with like-minded people and had a lively chat.
They classified Cheng Qianye as someone with the same hobbies as themselves, and would share dirty jokes with him from time to time, which made Cheng Qianye very depressed.
At this moment, five warriors in black robes and armor came in from outside the door. They knelt down, folded their hands in front of them, and knocked their foreheads to the ground, performing the slave kneeling ceremony.
Hua Yuzhi smiled and said to everyone: "These are the slaves under my command who have made great contributions in this battle. The one on the edge is the first warrior to climb the city wall. His name is Mo... Oh, yes, Mo Qiaosheng."
Mo Qiaosheng raised his head and kowtowed.
Cheng Qianye sat at the table and looked at this man of humble status, feeling very surprised. In her eyes, this man was like a whole piece of pure and transparent sapphire, with a blue color as pure and vast as the ocean, a charming color she had never seen before.
The initiator of the alliance, Li Wenguang, the governor of Liangzhou, stood up, picked up the wine glass on the table and said, "Although you are a slave, you have made a great contribution to our alliance. I will personally toast you."
At the wine table, everyone praised Li Wenguang for his courtesy and respect for the wise and humble, and they followed suit and gave wine to several slaves who had made contributions.