Dandere General and his Lord

Cheng Qianye crossed over and didn't understand anything, so he was blinded everywhere.

Since there is only such a system, she has to gather people with beautiful colors that she can see to her side, although she still doesn't know what these colors mean.

But she found that the colors were pure and bright, and there were very few people who could be regarded as rare.

For example, at this moment, on this general platform, apart from the four people around him, Cheng Qianye only saw Feng Suyan, the general behind Li Wenguang, who was dyed a flaming crimson, and the general Gongsun beside Beigonghou. The chariot, wearing a dazzling peacock blue.

The light of these two generals is surrounded by a firm golden border, showing their absolute loyalty to their lords.

And most people, no matter how imposing or dignified they look, the light on their bodies is dim or even muddy.

Weibei Hou Huayuzhi, who was sitting beside her, had a red sandalwood face, a Chinese character face, and eight eyebrows, looking very dignified.

However, Chen Qianye clearly saw that the color on his body was extremely dirty. Once he approached to speak, the mixed color was so disgusting that Cheng Qianye wanted to vomit again, and she hurriedly shut down her system.

The Duke of Jinyue is young, this is the first time he is on the battlefield, is he a little uncomfortable? Hua Yu said with a straight smile.

It's easy to say, easy to say. Cheng Qianye responded.

I heard that Young Master Yu is one of the most elegant and elegant men in Jin, and all the young men accompanying him are beautiful young men. The old man also has a few luan pets in his account, waiting for the city of Bianzhou to be won. , I invite the gentlemen to gather in the tent, have fun, and relax. Haha.

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Cheng Qianye looked at the battlefield where corpses were lying all over the field and blood was flowing in front of him.

I really can't figure out what kind of person would be able to look at such a picture, but think about the trivial things in the lower body.

The siege battle has reached the white-hot stage. The Allied soldiers kept climbing up the city wall, and were shot down by the enemy like rain.

The corpses at the foot of the city wall, no, the mutilated bodies and limbs are constantly piled up. Dark red blood penetrated the entire piece of soil.

The tragic drum of war stirred up the blood in everyone's heart, and even Cheng Qianye, a visitor from another world, couldn't help clenching his fists.

Hurry up, rush up, break through the walls, and end it all.

She saw a soldier in black armor, nimbly dodging numerous rolling stones and arrows, and quickly climbed to the top of the city.

come on! Cheng Qianye's heart couldn't help but cheer for him, hoping that he would not fall down.

The soldier finally stepped up to the top of the city.

At the same time, an enemy spear stabbed into his shoulder.

However, he was not afraid, he went up to meet the enemy, raised his hand and slashed the enemy down the city wall.

Immediately, he pulled the spear from his shoulder and plunged into the body of another enemy.

With the gap he opened, one soldier after another followed him to the top of the city.

The stalemate for a long time finally tilted towards the Allied side.

There was a cheer on the stage.

Okay, okay, good job! Weibei Hou Huayu laughed, and asked the staff around him, This seems to be someone from my department, do you know who it is?

His staff replied: Look at the villain, it seems that it is a slave named Mo Qiaosheng, who was bought by the lord himself. Because of his bravery in battle, he mentioned the centurion not long ago. The lord is wise and wise!

Haha, okay, I will reward him personally for the downfall of Bianzhou!

The siege battle that lasted for several days finally ended in victory for the Allies.

For ordinary soldiers, they may look forward to promotion and reward with joy.

But for the slaves at the bottom, living is the best reward.

Maybe the owner can add two or three bits of meaty and fishy food to today's dinner because he is happy, and a few more firm dough cakes, then it is an unexpected joy.

Mo Qiaosheng walked back to the camp, clutching his wound, step by step. There was noise and chaos on both sides of the muddy road in the slave camp.

Chapter 4

The man who struggled back from the dead end was even more rough and crazy than usual.

At this moment in the camp where the slaves gathered, screaming women could be seen everywhere, dragged into a dark corner by several men.

Sometimes not just women, but young but weak men are not immune.

Slaves who escaped from the battlefield use this method to eliminate the emptiness after the killing and to vent the residual fear after dying.

Mo Qiaosheng is no longer the weak and bullying child. The martial skills he has honed in the hellish training have left no one who dares to provoke him in the entire camp.

At the same time, with the growth of age, his appearance has grown, and his facial features have become more three-dimensional and cold.

Except for the slimmer waist, at this moment he doesn't have any youthful appearance that arouses the desire of men.

He felt that he had escaped the fate of being bullied by men.

But he was still very disgusted and disgusted with this kind of behavior. He quickened his pace, just wanted to return to the resting place quickly, get a good sleep, and recover his almost collapsed physical strength.

Sheng, this is your share. A female slave in charge of distributing food bowed her head and knelt in front of him.

She had thick lips, prominent cheekbones, and tiny eyes, not pretty.

But she is young, young and a woman, which is already rare here.

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Assigned to deliver food to the centurions among slaves like Mo Qiaosheng, as well as herself, if the centurions need it.

Mo Qiaosheng looked at her, the girl lowered her head, her cheeks were a little flushed, and she had the shyness and tenderness unique to a girl.

He took the bread in the hands of the slave girl.

The brownish-colored dough looks much better than the dark, hard lumps eaten by ordinary slaves.

This is something that only slaves above the centurion can enjoy. It is a food mixed with a little buckwheat and wild vegetables.

The slave girl didn't dare to look up, her heart was pounding.

Mo Qiaosheng is not the prettiest of the centurions, and Feng, the centurion, is the object that many female slaves yearn for.

However, she knew that Hashimoto, who was in charge of food delivery, was the gentlest person.

Although Ah Feng is beautiful, Ah Feng is too cruel. A face that is always cold all the time, a temper that will explode anytime, anywhere. As soon as you get close to him, your whole body trembles with fear.

Qiaosheng doesn't seem to have a woman yet, and he really hopes that he can be his first woman, the slave girl thinks.

There was a slight weight in her hand, and there was half a small brown dough cake, which Mo Qiaosheng broke off and put it in her hand.

But what she really expected didn't happen.

The young centurion staggered away with the rest of the food, without even looking back at her.

Leaving her, who was holding a small half of the bread, standing there lost.

Mo Qiaosheng came to his own territory, where there was a row of small spaces that were simply separated by wood chips and bamboo poles and ventilated on all sides. In each compartment there was only one plank, piled with some straw, and a tattered quilt.

But it is a relatively private, personal space.

This is the honor that he got after several times of bloodshed on the battlefield. So that he doesn't have to be like a beast, people crowding people, and many slaves crowded in a mud ring to sleep.

Mo Qiaosheng lay down on his chuáng, broke off a small piece of dough, put it in his mouth, and let the saliva slowly soften it.

The wounds on his body were still bleeding, making him feel the constant loss of physical strength.

It hurts too much, too tired, go to sleep first. He closed his eyes.

He had just been in a trance for a while when he felt someone slap him awake.

Bridge students, bridge students.

Mo Qiaosheng opened his eyes with difficulty and saw A Yun, who lived next door, calling him.

Qiaosheng, the master summoned us and said he would give us a reward at the celebration banquet. Ayun said to him happily.

Ayun is the youngest of all the centurions. He has not even gotten rid of his immaturity, and his personality is somewhat lively and jumpy.

What is rare is that, growing up in such a difficult environment, he is still a person who loves to laugh.

It's just that once he stepped on the battlefield, he would instantly turn into a particularly ferocious wild shòu, and when the charge horn sounded, he would rush forward desperately.

On the back of his right hand was a hideous scar, and he became the youngest centurion by virtue of this scar.

Mo Qiaosheng got up and followed silently out of the camp.

He didn't want to go to this banquet at all, but he had no right to refuse.

The one who walked in the front was Ah Feng. Feng's face is quite beautiful among men, with narrow eyes and a high nose. However, for slaves, male or female, being beautiful was not a good thing.