"Monk"
It took Zhou Huaian for a long time to recover, and some of the Zhang Er asked rhetorically.
"Are you talking about me?"
The speaker is obviously young and not tall, but he looks very old because of obvious malnutrition, has a slightly rickety figure, and has mixed hair.
A few wisps of gray with a shabby head.
It’s just the deep scarlet bust studded with iron and foam nails on his body, and the purple scabbard with green polyester silk tied across his waist, where he puts the porridge.
Among the temporary venues, it reflects the superior status and momentum.
In fact, Zhou Huaian had already noticed what he had done before, no matter how crowded the rebels maintaining order, it was nothing wrong.
Respectfully, let out a certain distance and space.
"You are the only monks who are not in the body, hair and skin of Hushou's parents..."
The other party pointed to the top of his shaved head with only a little short hair.
"You are not a monk and what are you..."
Well, Zhou Huai'an touched his scalp and remembered that it was different from the other party’s greasy bun. When he walked in the medical team, he was out of tropical hygiene.
The above considerations are quite frequent. Look at the half-hung wrap that I put on my shoulders again, it seems to be a bit of an ascetic in South Asia.
Dao, suddenly a little speechless.
"in fact..."
Zhou Huaian felt that he could still work hard to save/justify it.
"Seeing that you still have a bit of compassion, do you want to eat something good..."
The gray-haired headband, who looked a little prematurely declining, couldn't help but waved his hand to interrupt him strongly.
"Grandpa, let's give you a chance to be full..."
Hearing this, Zhou Huaian hinted that he had changed his mind, and silently closed his mouth.
"Looking at you, the monk was born tall and sturdy. I'm afraid it wasn't a disciple of that big temple, and I ate a lot in the past..."
"Can you sing the scriptures? I'll be able to die for a short time later..."
"There are too many people who died in the first place, and it is also bad luck..."
"It's okay to read anything, let my brothers feel at ease..."
He muttered a lot, his eyes were on Zhou Huaian's body, but he had an expression that couldn't be rejected at all.
"Of course, I won't call you for nothing"
"The general has an order to treat the people of the Han family kindly, even if you are a monk, it is normal..."
"Of course those monks are different, Hu'er deserves to die..."
"As long as I can be satisfied with my brothers, waiting for a leisurely meal is not a problem..."
"Probably there will be one or two rewards..."
It was so easy to find an opportunity and a gap in the opponent's endless talk.
"But I don't know... uh... what do you call your officer"
Zhou Huaian could only touch his head and bow his head for the time being, and said to the boss who was shorter than himself.
"What's your official? My surname is Chai, and my single name is flat. I'll call him Captain My Chai..."
There was a wordless conversation. Although the other party seemed to have a nonchalant attitude, the occasional sorrow in his eyes made people feel angry.
I vaguely feel that it is not a role that can be fooled or said to be with.
Following this Captain Chai riding a big red horse, and two elderly guards who followed Zhou Huai'an closely, walked out for a while.
After a time distance, those intermittently blocking the line of sight, the scenery of the hills outside the city with green hills and green fields suddenly disappeared quickly.
Only the shocking scene that appeared before Zhou Huaian's eyes; the crow eagles flying in the sky like inverted black clouds, the corpses piled up and down randomly, and
There are many broken weapons, dumped carts, horses, and wooden fences, covering the wilderness outside Guangzhou, like a mottled dark ocean remaining after the tide.
The things are ordinary, flooding all kinds of hills, slopes, shrubs and fields in the field of vision.
Is this the battlefield left outside Guangzhou
And farther away, a few large camps with loud voices and clamors are clustered on the banks of the Pearl River, and there are constantly various teams coming and going.
At the same time, there were also horses and cavalry galloping by.
After the motorcades from the city meandered out from various gates, they all gathered here, and among these camps, the most conspicuous one is undoubtedly the most conspicuous.
It's just like a flock of chickens, which is taller than all the cluttered flags, a large section of ocher, and two large vertical bars hanging next to it.
flag,
Looking at it from afar, one side of it reads "Dou Dahei, the great general yellow", and on the other is the vermilion "One Million Rebel Army";
Could this be the famous Huang Chao and Huang Chongtian's location? Zhou Huaian couldn't help wondering in his heart.
A small wooden basin with leftovers of scorched black rice, sprinkled with black pickles on it, is what the other party said is a full meal; although it is basically not
How did the shelled and pulverized yellowed brown rice, with a lot of burnt and raw grains, chewing in the mouth is really rough to the teeth and oral cavity
The test of 粝, but compared to the mud flatbread and physalis dumplings that have been eaten in Uncle Hei’s tribe, it is no longer so difficult to accept and swear
Love.
This time reminded him of a time in the medical team, he was trapped for three days and three nights due to a mudslide caused by heavy rain, almost containing the toothpaste around him.
After everything was eaten, the rescue team arrived and enjoyed the taste and mood of the simplest bowl of instant noodles in boiling water.
Soon, Zhou Huaian swept away even the scratching belt, and even the sticky rice residue was scraped off, and then only felt that the empty belly had just been filled.
It’s just a half full, even after touching his belly with a feeling of enthusiasm, he can’t even hit a full hiccup; and the captain Chai who is watching is also
The color has changed slightly.
"Good, you can eat monk..."
"This is enough food for five to seven people..."
"Next, it depends on whether you are worth the appetite of so many people,"
After a while, he was led to a shed and incense table that was hurriedly built up. Some magical instruments such as wooden fish, pans, and chimes were thrown out in a mess on the ground and no one cleaned them. Spot the suspected vomit splash marks and suspicious dark stains.
Well, the other party must have done it deliberately, Zhou Huaian couldn't help thinking. Just after I had eaten a meal that was a little fruity, I was brought to this battlefield without even giving me a chance to digest, and I suffered from this kind of "color, fragrance," and face-to-face impact at close range.
However, when he was walking in Africa, Zhou Huaian had already seen a lot of human tragedies caused by famine and war, and he also knew the root causes and inside stories; he had not reacted so particularly to this. Fierce, and only the sentimentality and touch of the most basic humanitarian complex are left.
However, this fell in the eyes of the gray-headed school lieutenant who had some origins, but it was another feeling and evaluation; at least the immobile and free-hearted sense of compassion in the other party is just like a high monk. Dade's city and tolerance are just a bit too young in age.
"Pull another... Will it work?"
"At least I didn't spit it out on the spot, it should be okay..."
"You've pulled a few before, all of them vomiting to death."
"It can't be sustained even if forced by a knife or gun,"
Vaguely listening to the fragments of the discussion not far away, with this opportunity of waiting and arrangement, Zhou Huaian secretly looked at the surrounding environment carefully, and at the same time, he was looking for possible escape routes and hiding places.
I saw that although the shed was in this battlefield, most of the dead were officers and soldiers with uniform soap-robes and ear caps; or village soldiers and soil regiments wearing hats; among them were the rebel corpses with brown blouses and straw shoes. Most of them have bald heads and only tight buns, so they are easy to recognize.
And between these corpses, a crowd of rags, like a group of vultures or scavengers, was stripping away everything from the corpses.
Used things, leaving a piece of bare corpse, which was soon covered by a dense flock of crows;
And the wild dogs in the distance are also slowly gathered in the sound of some kind of horns one after another, roaring and roaring, showing with the group of fat crows shining brightly.
Start a new round of competition and conflict. This is like some kind of invisible tacit understanding with a clear division of labor.
In the indescribable mixture of strange smells, some of the corpses looked dead for some time, and some of the corpses were obviously bright red that had just been killed.
In addition, the wounds were almost all in the same position, and the places that fell to the ground were relatively concentrated and neat, and they were obviously executed collectively later.
Then, as if verifying Zhou Huaian’s conjecture, a group of people with swollen noses or wounds were also driven over by the noise of begging and crying; and then the spare knives and guns were knocked down one by one from behind, and stabbed over. , In these temporarily dug trenches; although there are still people struggling painfully in the red-stained mud, there are others who want to escape during the stumble;
At this time, someone drew a bow and arrow, but was pressed down by the leader of the team with a face full of vicissitudes.
"Save some arrows, and kill a few more official dogs in the future..."
Then, I saw that he quickly led people to be chased up, kicking these survivors who were not far away from behind, kicking them to the ground with a knife and cutting off their heads, and brought them back with a drop of blood. Throw it in the dirt ditch covered with corpses.
"Monk, don't you think you can see it..."
The Lieutenant Grey Hair Chai who brought him over suddenly explained to him
"That's Cheng Da bite, because his father was hungry but stole a local Qin Fengweng dog in the disaster year"
"Looking back, the whole family was buried by the officials..."
"In the end, he was the one who was pulled out by wild dogs..."
Later, Zhou Huaian learned that the so-called burying of piles means burying alive, and it is the kind of person who directly buries his head down in the soil in order to have a sufficient deterrent effect and save energy; and then as people slowly suffocate and suffocate. Death, incontinent excrement and urine will pour out from the exposed upper end because of the enclosed internal pressure.
It’s no wonder that such bitter and great enmity was deepened. This is simply the extreme expression of the "class struggle and contradiction" in the textbooks of later generations; Zhou Huaian's heart
The evaluation and meaning are suddenly a bit complicated, but there is still a certain numbness and sluggishness on his face.
When the corpses belonging to the rebels were sorted out one after another and placed in front of Zhou Huaian one by one. Then he took a deep breath, tried to sort out the extremely complex mood, reminding himself of those moving and sad scenes and pictures, and then turned into a chanting sound of ups and downs. (End of this chapter)