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Wen Youyi gently tugged on the shabby shirt of the man lying in the tent and called in a low voice: "Brother, the horn is blowing again."
The man slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were unfocused, dark and deep, as if they were a point in the corner of the dark night.
His body was covered with scars, knife wounds and whip marks were all over his body. Old wounds were scabbed and new ones appeared. There was not a single piece of good skin on his broad and strong body.
This person may be too tough, or he may have a strong belief in living. If an ordinary person suffered such a serious injury, he would probably faint for a while and be unable to get up, but he didn't, every time Day and night, when he opened his eyes, he was wide awake.
Hearing Wen Youyi's words, he nodded lightly, grabbed the bed board under him, and pushed himself up.
Wen Youyi wanted to help him, but he pushed his hand away, and he stood up slowly. At that moment, the pain invisibly tore the new and old wounds on his body, but his stern face showed There was no movement in his expression, as if he wasn't in pain.
Wen Youyi had no choice but to walk out with him.
Wen Youyi, like most people in Seoul, was captured by the Nanrong army, and the man next to him was named Sheng Qianmo.
King Sheng of the Northern Kingdom, a hero who fought side by side with Seoul to the death.
Nan Rong did not kill everyone, but wanted them to become slaves. The wounds on Sheng Qianmo's body were caused by those Nan Rong soldiers.
The reason why Wen Youyi was grateful to this man was because on the day he was captured, he was too weak to keep up with the team and was beaten to death by those Nanrong soldiers. It was Sheng Qianmo who saved him and supported him. After walking for two days and two nights, his life was saved.
The trumpet sounded again, and they were driven to build the city gate again.
However, the Nanrong soldiers had many ways to humiliate them. At that time, a man finally climbed up the wooden ladder attached to the city gate to do some work. At this time, a big stone rolled down from the city gate and hit the man hard. , only to hear a painful scream, the man fell from the ladder to death...
Blood flowed all over the floor.
The cold wind blows miserably and the yellow sand flies.
At that moment, several people stood motionless, looking at the man who fell to the ground to death.
The soldiers on the city gate were still smiling triumphantly.
The laughter was piercing.
Wen Youyi's hands moved the stone very hard, so hard that he wanted to crush the stone. He lowered his head and stared at the surface of the stone, his eyes blood red.
However, not long after, the officers and soldiers roared again, "What are you doing standing there, are you looking for death?!"
Sheng Qianmo climbed up the ladder with a cold expression. Many people, including Wen Youyi, couldn't help but look at him. Especially Wen Youyi, her heart seemed to be weighed heavily by a big stone, and she couldn't even breathe.
As expected, the soldiers on the city gate threw down another huge boulder. Suddenly, Sheng Qianmo grabbed the wooden ladder and quickly turned it sideways. The ladder lost its center of gravity and tilted to the right, and his whole body was also severely cold. There was a collision on the city wall, and he quickly clung to the ladder again. Several movements were fast and precise, but he avoided the falling of the huge stone in an instant. He only heard a muffled sound and the stone hit the ground. .
The soldier on the city gate was stunned for a moment, and just when he was about to curse, Sheng Qianmo climbed up the city gate very quickly using the ladder, jumped up suddenly, and kicked the soldier who was throwing stones under his feet. A good beating.