The Nameless of the Common Clans

Perhaps because the killing of the leader of the Taiping Religion had shaken the morale of the army, today's offensive was not very fierce. Of course, the project the day before yesterday might not be considered too violent for the defenders.

Chen Mo successfully shot a few wooden arrows onto the wooden stakes. Before he could change the venue, the surrounding troops had already sounded the gong and retreated.

There were a large number of dead bodies on the ground, the blood stained the soil brown, and the air was filled with an unpleasant surprise.

Looking at the dead bodies, Chen Mo suddenly felt an unspeakable guilt in his heart. Perhaps, if he had not killed the leader, or chosen another method, such as using evil hands on the battlefield, perhaps these people would not have to die, right?

Zhou Fang may not have much ability in fighting, but he is quite capable of suppressing rebellions under his command.

The atmosphere around them was somewhat silent. Including the people who had returned from the war, there was no joy in surviving the disaster. Some were just numb and desperate. Looking at the corpses on the ground, it seemed that they had no way to survive other than to break through the city in front of them. , while Zhou Fang's ruthlessness made people feel chilled, he also succeeded in gaining everyone's fear.

"Be careful lately and don't let anything happen again." Yang Mao came over with a stack of noodles and handed them to Chen Mo. He didn't know if this matter had anything to do with Chen Mo, but as a fellow countryman, when he learned that something happened here, Yang Mao really She broke into a cold sweat for Chen Mo: "Zhou... Qu Shuai won't have much mercy."

"Uncle Yang, among you elites, there are quite a few fellow countrymen here, right?" Chen Mo took the noodles and after a long silence, he looked at Yang Mao and said, "Hasn't your commander-in-chief ever worried about you?"

"Of course there are, but there are more people who don't have them. From time to time, you can bring some things to help. Some fellow villagers are in trouble, but there are more people who don't have it. If you don't want it to happen to you, you will naturally stop it. Yang Mao sighed.

"Then have they ever thought that when it's their turn, those people won't help them!" Chen Mo looked at Yang Mao and said, in fact, this is the same as helping each other in the countryside. My family is in trouble today, everyone comes to help. If another family is in trouble tomorrow, everyone will not stand by and watch. It is precisely because of this that outsiders dare not insult them lightly.

"This place is different from the countryside." Yang Mao shook his head: "The outside world is more complicated than the countryside. You should understand these days."

Chen Mo opened his mouth. He actually wanted to recruit Yang Mao to join the gang. After all, it would be difficult for them, orphans and widowers, to achieve great things. But once this kind of thing was leaked, the consequences would be disastrous, and Yang Mao and Li Jiu had no food or clothing around Zhou Fang. Worrying, Chen Mo didn't dare to take risks, so he finally chose to remain silent.

Yang Mao thought he was upset, patted him on the shoulder and said: "This is how things are in this world. Commander Qu is trying to establish his power and make everyone obey, so he kills hard these days, but there is no such thing as today." In order to establish prestige, he also He will kill a group of people ruthlessly. Many of the people in the village can no longer be found now. Even if they are seen occasionally, they are still scolding us. You are different. I don’t want anything to happen to you. When Quyang is conquered, I can kill you. Settle in and suffer no more.”

"If one day, the Taiping Religion loses, will those of us who have received favors from the Taiping Religion become traitors?" Chen Mo asked rhetorically. He did not think the Taiping Religion could win. Although the Taiping Religion seems to be very powerful at the moment, most people They were all forcibly brought here by the Taiping Cult people just like them.

"I never thought about it!" Yang Mao was silent for a moment, shook his head, looked into the distance and said: "You have read books and thought far ahead, but it is not easy for me to live now, so how can I talk about the future? Maybe I will win. Maybe we’ll lose, let’s wait until today.”

There was a strong sense of exhaustion and bitterness in his voice. Joining the Taiping Sect was not his intention, but now that he had come to this point, what could he do? Yang Mao was obviously not having an easy time with the villagers' incomprehension and abuse, as well as his confusion about the future.

Chen Mo nodded. He had thought this way before. Even if he had the same skills as Uncle Yang, he would choose like Uncle Yang to make his mother live a better life. Unfortunately, the Taiping Sect could not make him a tenner. As a 20-year-old child, he could only struggle to survive with his mother. Therefore, he had more choices.

"Live well. After this battle is over, I will help you settle down." Uncle Yang stood up and grinned at Chen Mo.

"Well, Uncle Yang, take care, you are alive too." Chen Mo stood up and saluted Uncle Yang.

"It would be great if your Uncle Wang was still here. He is very capable and may be able to lead us to live a better life." Uncle Yang had already turned around and left, murmuring as he walked.

Uncle Wang...

Chen Mo looked at Uncle Yang's back and felt a little fluttering in his heart. If Uncle Wang was here, he could rely on more than one person, at least he wouldn't have to bear the livelihood of five people by himself like now.

Unfortunately, I don’t know where Uncle Wang is now?

"Brother Mo, where did you get the noodles?" Returning to the newly built simple tent, Ah-Dai took the noodles from Chen Mo's hand, counted them roughly, there were dozens of them, and said with a surprised look on his face.

"Uncle Yang came here just now." Chen Mo sat down and replied while whittling a wooden arrow.

"Hmph!" Dalang snorted coldly when he heard this: "That traitor, why did you go to see him?"

When his parents were harmed, he went to beg Yang Mao, but they were already dead and Yang Mao couldn't take revenge.

"If it weren't for him, we wouldn't know how many people are still alive in our village. I killed people several times, and Uncle Yang and Uncle Li helped me to settle it." Chen Mo took out a piece of bread and took a bite. He didn't want to say more about this issue. He said to his mother: "The arrow letter has been sent to the city. I plan to guard outside the city tonight. I don't know when I will be back. Mother, don't wait for me."

"Remember to be careful and don't get into disputes with others." Chen's mother nodded.

"Don't worry, mother, I usually don't take the initiative to cause trouble." Chen Mo stood up and said with a smile.

"I'll go with you." Dalang stood up and said.

"One person can go, you stay and look after the house." Chen Mo looked at Ah Dai who was ready to move, frowned and said.

"Oh..." Ah Dai and Dalang had to nod when they heard it, and stuffed another piece of bread into Chen Mo and said: "Come back when you get the things."

"Yeah." Chen Mo was not polite. His appetite was getting bigger and bigger now. Three or five breads a day were not enough to fill him up. He survived by drinking water.

Except for the tent, it was pitch black. The moonlight was not so bright every night. People could hardly see anything at night. Unless there was an open fire, they could not see anything three steps away.

There were torches burning on the city wall in the distance even at night, so Chen Mo did not lose his way. He groped his way to the agreed place. There was still half an hour before the agreed time. In order to avoid being discovered, he chose the time at midnight. At this time, most people were asleep...