The soldiers looked at each other in confusion, but no one stood up and admitted.
When Mingwu saw this, he was furious and said,
"Do you want me to investigate one by one? If I find out, I will scratch your skin and cramp all of you. Get out of here!"
A man wearing an iron breastplate stood up. Only centurions had iron breastplates.
The bottom is all leather armor, and the top generals are all in iron armor.
"Commander, I am their centurion, and we belong to the fifth battalion of the third battalion of the eighth corps."
"Why is it just a centurion? Where is your commander?"
Hearing this, the centurion straightened his back and said,
"Report to the Commander-in-Chief, our general died in the battle, our commander also died in the battle, and there are only forty-two people left in our brigade. No, ten of them ran away, and there are thirty-two people left."
"You're being very confident, right? You're quite proud of the defeat and the death of so many people?"
Mingwu roared angrily.
The centurion murmured in his heart, "Didn't we lose the battle because of your poor command as the coach?" Why are you still blaming your grandfather and me?
"Where are the thirty-two of you? Come all over!"
"yes!"
The centurion nodded and shouted behind him,
"Everyone come here!"
Thirty-two people walked over slowly, some with bare hands, some with spears, and some with wounds on their bodies.
At this time, several generals under Mingwu arrived.
"How can you win the battle if you are all weak and weak like you?!"
Mingwu pointed at the centurion and asked,
"When those deserters opened the camp door and defected just now, why didn't you stop them?"
I have to have enough food and strength to stop it.
The centurion looked completely embarrassed and replied lazily,
"It happened so fast that we didn't have time to stop it. By the time we reacted, it was already too late and they had already run out."
"Then why don't you chase them and kill them!"
"Without food to eat, I have no energy to pursue."
The centurion continued to be weak.
Mingwu laughed angrily, pointed at him and said,
"Okay, okay, now you dare to talk back to me, don't you? Everyone is itchy, right? Are they all going to object?"
Someone is coming! If one person defectes, the entire team will be arrested. If a small team defectes, the entire team will be arrested. Hang them all up and beat them to death! "
The surrounding soldiers all had complicated expressions in their eyes. They looked at the thirty or so people with complicated and pitiful eyes.
The guards behind Mingwu immediately went up and tied up the thirty or so people, hung them on wooden poles, and whipped them hard with whips.
The centurion looked at his men who were feasting outside and suddenly grinned. While being whipped, he laughed and shouted,
"Hahahaha, Mr. Zhang! Your food tastes so good. You didn't even mention I would bring you a bowl. You only care about enjoying yourself, right?"
The squad leader in the distance turned around after hearing the shouting and saw his centurion being hung up and beaten.
"Boss! Come here, bring your brothers over, and I will serve you the food with my own hands. It's okay if I call you "I".
Zhang Xian and the other six saw that all the brothers they had been with day and night were hung up and beaten. They also knew that they had caused each other to suffer, and they were so anxious that they burst into tears.
They held their bowls high and shouted,
"Boss! Don't die, you must live, keep living!"
"Brothers inside, listen, we just escaped from inside. We really don't kill the prisoners here, we really give them food. The mutton is so delicious! The meat porridge is so delicious!
Brothers, come and eat together! Don't starve to death with Mingwu, it's not worth it! "
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the camp on the wall became commotion.
They all watched these people go out, watched them run to the opposite side, and saw them feasting and eating delicious food there.
And he still has to stand here, hungry, unable to stand firmly, and still being humiliated and bullied by Mingwu.
Many people became commotion and whispered, and everyone could see extreme hunger and desire in each other's eyes.
Mingwu saw them all talking in low voices, his eyes narrowed, and he shouted,
"Shut up! No one is allowed to speak. Anyone who speaks again will be punished for disturbing the morale of the army and beheaded in public."
"Damn it, are you not even allowed to say anything now?"
Suddenly, a small murmur came from the crowd.
"Who! Whoever spoke, stand up!"
Mingwu waved his whip and whipped the soldiers randomly, trying to pull out the man.
But how could that person come forward?
"You untouchables, born with low bones, rats that dig in the ground, and dogs that are so lowly that you live beneath the ground, how dare you disobey me? Are you going to rebel?"
Mingwu yelled and cursed, and beat him at the same time. The soldiers who were beaten were so angry that they dared not speak out, and the resentment in their hearts became more and more swollen.
At this moment, Zhang Xian outside the camp roared again,
"Brothers! Stop being rude to Mingwu. You are all human beings. When you are a soldier, you have to eat. No one deserves to starve to death!
Mingwu doesn't treat us as human beings! Let's just rebel! You all have weapons in your hands. He Mingwu only has two arms and one head. He will die if he is cut with a knife. There are so many of you, can't you kill one Mingwu?
Kill Mingwu and join Da Feng. We are all Feng people. Feng people will not kill Feng people. Feng people will have food to eat. Feng people will not become traitors! "
Zhang Xian's roar spread to the camp opposite, and everyone on our side heard it.
The more than 10,000 surrendering troops, together with the tens of thousands of wind troops on guard on the stronghold wall, all shouted in unison.
"Kill Mingwu! Throw yourself into the wind!"
"Kill Mingwu! Throw yourself into the wind!"
"Kill Mingwu! Throw yourself into the wind!"
…
These six words, amidst the roars of tens of thousands of people, spread to the opposite camp.
The soldiers who were cutting down trees on the mountain opposite all stopped what they were doing and looked to the east in a daze.
The soldiers in the camp opposite all looked at Mingwu with eager eyes. They showed hostility towards their commander for the first time.
Mingwu and the generals also changed their expressions. They drew their swords together with the guards and looked at the soldiers warily.
The hungry soldiers stared at Mingwu with blood-red eyes, as if he was their sworn enemy.
Kill him. If we kill him, we will have food to eat and we won’t have to starve to death.
We are all Feng people, Feng people will not kill Feng people, but Mingwu is not Feng people, he is the prince of South Korea, he is a traitor and an enemy.
Kill him. With tens of thousands of us, can’t we kill even one Mingwu?
I don’t know who led it, but when the first person pointed the spear in his hand at Mingwu, a chain reaction started.
