The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

The thin man didn’t know whether he heard it or not. He just wiped his tears and said with choked sobs:

"My father... his legs and feet are not good and he can't even run. Mr. Guan... just...".

"I know, if he really can't go to the battlefield, he won't be allowed to go. If he goes, it won't be a burden." The older soldier patted him on the shoulder and gave him symbolic comfort.

At this time, some teams were coming from other places, all of which were soldiers leading a group of ordinary people of different ages. They said they were recruiting, but they were more like recruiting strong men. The faces of those following behind were slightly depressed.

"What's your name?" The older soldier glanced at the thin man and asked calmly.

"Hu...Hu San." The thin man wiped his nose and glanced at other teams from the corner of his eye. Seeing that there were many people who were "accepting the call" like him, his originally heavy heart seemed to be lighter. .

"Go, join them!"

Older soldiers dragged him and thrust him into a line.

"But I don't know anything, what can I do?" Hu San looked at him in despair.

"When you enter the military camp, someone will teach you how to do it."

The soldier responded, ignored him, and left with the others. His mission was not completed yet.

Hu San had no choice but to bow his head and follow the others. Somehow, he joined the team, and the fear in his heart subsided a little. Perhaps the crowd gave him some comfort.

As evening approached, the sky became much darker. Although there was no howling wind, it was still so gloomy that it made people breathless.

Hu San lowered his head and followed the group of people forward slowly. He thought for a while of his father who had trouble with his legs and feet, and for a while he thought of his son who kept making trouble all day long.

As for the mother-in-law, she died the year before last.

It was an evening in summer, and Hu Sanming saw her squatting under the old willow tree in front of the door with her rice bowl in hand, eating, and chatting with the old women in the neighbors.

Hu Sangang took the empty bowl after finishing his meal and prepared to go back to the house to add some food. Just as he turned around, he heard a "clang" sound.

When he turned around, he saw that the old rooster bowl was shattered on the floor, and the uneaten porridge inside was dripping everywhere, while the old woman was lying on her back motionless.

Until the burial, Hu San could not figure out how his mother-in-law died. It was another evening in the next month, when the heat was at its peak, that he suddenly felt that maybe it was too hot that day.

After getting a vague answer, Hu San started plowing the land again that day. After finishing, he always sprinkled a little well water on the old scalper who had been with him for twelve years.

"The ground has just been plowed, and the middle rice has not been planted yet..." At this moment, Hu San moved his lips and muttered to himself, but his thoughts had shifted from the people at home to the fields.

The frown on his brows became tighter and tighter, and Hu San's heavy emotions that had dissipated before came back again. Not only that, it even made him feel more uncomfortable.

The weather has been very good since the beginning of spring this year. Sixty percent of early rice was planted in March, and there are still vacant fields that have not been planted. Just the day before yesterday, I took the old scalper to plow the ground and divert water, and the seedlings have already grown. Once you come out, just wait to fall in.

The more Hu San thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. He felt uncomfortable all over. The half-acre of unplanted rice seedlings was like a needle, piercing his heart.

At this moment, the "comfort" of being among the crowd finally disappeared.

Unknowingly, he was already approaching the military camp near the city gate. Hu San couldn't help but raise his head and saw a large group of people gathered in one direction, mostly ordinary people. It was so messy that he didn't know what they were shouting about.

Hu San stretched out his hand and tugged at the corner of the man in front of him, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice:

"Has the rice been planted in your home?"

The man in front of him was a man in his forties. He was not wearing a coarse sweatshirt. Although he was not in fancy clothes, he was obviously more sophisticated than Hu San. Hearing this, he turned his head and glanced at the short, thin man behind him with a grimace. .

"Brother, we are about to go to the battlefield, but you ask me this? You... are really leisurely." The man's face was a little stern and helpless.

"I... I just want to ask, my family hasn't planted any seeds yet." Hu San looked at the tall man and lowered his head again, just looking at the pair of straw sandals on his feet.

"Ugh."

The man looked at the honest Hu San and sighed.

"At this time, it doesn't matter whether you plant or not." He turned his head and said nothing.

Hu San became more and more frustrated, and he figured it out.

The man in front is definitely not a farmer. He is wearing black cloth boots with white soles, and his face is very white. At first glance, he does not look like a farmer.

Hu San was thinking, but he heard the noise not far away getting louder again, and the speed of the team moving forward seemed to have slowed down a lot.

So he turned his head again and looked at the person behind him. With just one glance, he knew clearly that he had found someone to question.

"Has the rice in your house been planted?" He turned to the man wearing a straw hat and asked in a low voice.

"Fucked." The man behind him replied in a muffled voice without raising his head.

Hu San's face suddenly fell, and he asked hurriedly: "Why did your family plant so early?"

The man behind him raised his head, his face also full of despair: "We have been fighting recently. Everyone said that the imperial court was in trouble, and the rebels would come in sooner or later, so I rushed to defeat them early."

"They...will never burn the fields."

Hu San was in a trance, and a spinning feeling swept over him. He was as anxious as a grasshopper on a hot pot.

"Then what should I do? My family hasn't planted any rice seedlings yet!"

The man behind was speechless, but was attracted by the sound in the distance. He raised his head and looked there.

Hu San had also turned around, burying his head and mumbling, his face full of panic. The team had stopped moving at this moment, and Hu San didn't even realize that he had stopped.

He was still mumbling: "My family hasn't planted any rice seedlings yet! What should I do?!"

"No one told me in advance, I should have been killed earlier!"

He punched the palm of his hand fiercely, and he didn't know where he mustered up the courage to run straight out of the team and rushed to the leading officers and soldiers at the front.

The team leader looked at Hu San who suddenly ran over, his brows furrowed tightly.

"What?!"

Hu San bent over, bowed his hands, and said with a pleading look on his face:

"Master, can you please wait for two days? I want to plant my seedlings."

"Plant the seedlings and I will go to fight again."

"What are you talking about? Come back quickly!" the team leader shouted coldly, but his eyes were already attracted to another place.

Hu San didn't know it. He had already bent his waist as low as possible, held his hands up again and again, and continued to beg:

"One day is fine, sir! Just one day is enough! Please!"

The squad leader still didn't turn to look at him. After all, the movement over there was getting louder and louder. He waved his hand and motioned to several soldiers around him to go over and take a look, but he still shouted coldly:

"Go back! Don't make me say it again!"

Hu San's eyes were red, and his prematurely aging face made him look completely different from a thirty-year-old man at the moment. He choked with sobs and continued to plead:

"Master, one night is enough, no, maybe not even at all!"

"I'm going back now. I'll go to the ground immediately and plant the rice seedlings. You don't need to shout. I'll be back right away. I'll do whatever you want me to do."

Sweat broke out on the squad leader's forehead. The movement there had already made him uneasy. The noisy fly next to him was still chattering. He had no time to care anymore and shouted casually:

"Shut up!"

"If you dare to go back to me, I guarantee that you will never have to farm again! Your family's land will no longer be available!"

"And you all! Stand still, no one is allowed to move!"

After saying this, he turned around and rushed there.

'I guarantee you will never have to farm again! Your land will no longer be there! '

Hu San's mind went blank, and he just kept echoing these words, like needles being inserted deeper and deeper, and like heavy hammers hitting his body one after another, completely smashing his bent waist into the ground. .

The soles of his feet were suddenly stretched out in the straw sandals, and the thick black nails finally scratched the straw sandals. Hu San's pupils were stinging, and the rising blood quickly flowed into his eyes, making his pupils look a little red.

The sad and miserable face disappeared, replaced by an expression of anger.

He stared wide-eyed, gritted his teeth, ran forward a few steps, and grabbed the handle of the knife at Bing Yong's waist with his thin but strong hands.

As the team leader looked back in surprise.

There was a "crack" sound.

Hu San pulled out the shining blade.

At that time, the sky was gloomy and seemed about to collapse.