overthrow the country

If Han Qi was killed, he would be able to live, and he would exchange his life for his life.

Shen Yu took the sword tremblingly, holding it fiercely with both hands, pinning all his vitality on the sword.When it was time to strike, his knees were so weak that he could barely stand, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a while, raised his sword and stabbed down.

The sound of the sharp blade penetrating the human body is so clear, throwing away the murderous sharp weapon.Shen Yu stepped back hurriedly, stroked her cheek with her fingers, and wiped off the blood splashed on it.

He stared blankly at his blood-stained hands, and couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground, tears streaming down from his fear.

He gritted his teeth and turned his head to Han Jin who was standing aside watching the play with folded arms.

"I don't regret it, I still want to live."

This person is not only cowardly but also selfish, something that cannot be put on the stage.

Han Jin yawned a little bored, walked over to pick up the long sword, and took out a handkerchief from his arms to wipe it slowly.

"From now on, you won't be called Yu. As for how to survive, it's up to you, understand?"

Shen Yu nodded gratefully.

After Han Jin left, Han Qi's body hadn't been disposed of yet. Shen Yu knew that a group of people would break in and drag the body away soon. Tonight, with the moon dark and the wind high, they might feed it to the dogs. Or find a remote place to bury it hastily.He walked to the corpse with a smile, put blood on his fingers and put it in his mouth, the sweet taste instantly filled his taste buds.

That night, a bonfire was set up on the grass outside the barracks, and the skewered fish, pheasants, and hares were roasted golden and crisp.

Someone raised his head and hugged the jar and took a big gulp of wine. His throat rolled a few times and he still couldn't catch it all. The leaked wine ran down his cheeks. He wiped it with his sleeve and let out a contented sigh.

Not far away, another group of soldiers circled around and clapped in sync with the beat, while those in the middle sang loud military songs.In autumn, the night is cool and cool, but you can't feel it here at all.They basked in the joy of victory and squandered rare indulgences.

Fang Yi loosened his collar and walked towards the Jiulong River not far away to get some air.At that time, a strong wind blew up, most of the moon in the sky was covered by clouds, and only faint shadows could be seen in the surrounding scenery.

From the shore came a gentle singing, very light, like a soft feather scratching the heart.Fang Yi involuntarily followed the singing and walked over, the sound stopped suddenly, he was at a loss and could not help feeling a little disappointed.

Fang Yi was about to go back the same way, when a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, and the black shadow staggered towards him with a huge object in his arms.Fang Yi wanted to find out, and took a few steps forward. The other party walked straight this way as if he hadn't seen him. He stumbled and was about to fall down.

"careful!"

Fang Yi took a few quick steps to help the person who was about to fall.Only when he got close did he see clearly that the other party was a young man with a strange face.

Shen Yu yelled, the wooden barrel in his hand fell uncontrollably, rolled on the ground, and all the freshly washed clothes fell out.

He didn't care about Fang Yi, so he quickly walked over to pick up the clothes on the ground, looked around a few times, picked up another one, and looked at them a few times.After repeating the same action a few times, his hand dropped and his expression became sad.

"It's all dirty."

Fang Yi noticed that the clothes in the boy's hands belonged to the soldiers, so he understood, and walked over to help the boy put the scattered clothes back into the barrel.

"Why are you washing clothes here alone at night?"

There are a group of slaves in the army who specialize in handling chores. If they don’t finish their tasks, they won’t receive three meals the next day, and they will be scolded by their leaders.

It was late autumn at this time, and the river was icy cold. Although the status of military slaves was low, it was not worth letting people freeze to death.After all, military slaves eat less and do more work, and it is the army that suffers from one less labor force.

But there are also some special occasions, such as the accumulation of too many clothes that must be washed at night. At this time, the person in charge will send a few military slaves over, and several people will do it at the same time. No matter how many clothes are washed, they can be washed quickly .

"I'm new here. They threw my clothes at me and said it was a rule. If I refused, I would not only have no food, but also be severely scolded by the adults above."

"How long have you been washing?"

"It's been washed since noon, but now it's all covered with mud. It must be washed again."

As Shen Yu said, she felt that she didn't know how long she was going to wash, she felt sad and shed a few tears.