It is already very hot in May. After staying up all day, it will only feel cooler in the evening.
Liu Heng sat dumbly under a big tree, staring straight at the red-stained fire clouds in the western sky.
"It's been five days since I came to this world. It seems I can't go back. It's time to accept it all." Liu Heng murmured to himself.
Liu Heng could not explain the inexplicable things that happened to him.
He was originally a library administrator in the 21st century. He came to the Ming Dynasty inexplicably and possessed the body of a bandit who escaped from Liaodong after being defeated in the Salhu war, and became a wandering bandit.
When possessed, he also gained the memory of that body and roughly understood the identity and environment he was in.
In his former life, he was an honest man, but he had a body that could be called a tiger's back. He could obviously bully others, but because he had been honest since he was a child, he was often bullied by others.
As the sun set, Liu Heng spit out the astringent grass roots in his mouth, stood up from the ground, patted the dirt on his butt, and walked towards the camp step by step.
Before it gets completely dark, there will be food in the camp. Every time Liu Heng grabs it and never misses a meal. Even so, the most impressive thing about him in the past five days is that he has never eaten a meal. A full meal.
He arrived at the back camp kitchen with familiarity, and the cook was surrounded by bandits begging for food.
Liu Heng relied on his strong body to squeeze in front of the cook.
The cook didn't even look at it. He picked up a palm-sized pancake and handed it to him with a bowl of wild vegetable soup.
Liu Heng did not leave after taking it, but said: "There is still one piece of cake left."
Ordinary bandits only have one piece of wild vegetable pancake for each meal, and there are two pieces for the sub-boss level. Liu Heng's predecessor was an old man from Liaodong, and he also served as a frontier soldier. With his strong body, he took on the position of a sub-boss.
"It's just a piece of pancake. If you want it, go away. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you." The cook took advantage of the fact that he was the clan brother of the previous camp leader and bullied Liu Heng into being honest. He only gave him one piece of pancake and left the rest. That piece naturally hides itself.
Liu Heng's predecessor must have tolerated this matter and did not want to cause trouble. It was because Liu Heng had not fully accepted the reality that he came to the Ming Dynasty and was still confused and didn't bother to argue.
But it's different now. Now that he has decided to accept all this, no one else can take away a cent of what belongs to him. His soul is not the honest person he once was who didn't want to cause trouble.
In the bandit camp, either you bully me or I bully you. The easiest way to change the image of an honest person in the eyes of others is to establish authority. If a person is good, he will be bullied, and if a horse is good, he will be ridden. Liu Heng rounded his arms and held a The earthenware bowl of wild vegetable soup hit the cook's head hard.
Bang... The earthenware bowl broke into several pieces on the cook's head, and the wild vegetable soup dripped down his forehead, with a few strands of blood mixed in the middle.
The originally noisy bandits fell silent in vain.
Liu Heng's free hand grabbed the collar of the cook's neck, and at the same time he put a piece of broken bowl on his neck and said viciously: "You say that again?"
The cook was suddenly beaten by Liu Heng. When he saw Liu Heng's cold eyes and felt the coldness on his neck, his body couldn't help but tremble, and he stammered: "Yes, yes... there is still one pancake left."
"What? Say it again?"
"Two dollars, two dollars difference."
"I still didn't hear clearly. I'll give you another chance to reorganize your language." As he said that, the broken bowl in Liu Heng's hand broke the skin on the cook's neck, and blood flowed down the broken bowl.
"Three pieces, three pieces of pancakes." The waiter almost cried, "I really don't have any more."
Liu Heng felt that it was almost done, so he loosened the collar of the cook and said, "Bring it here."
The cook didn't dare not give it. His fellow camp leader died in Wangjiazhuang when he attacked Wangjiazhuang. Now that he had no backstage, he was frightened for a moment when faced with Liu Heng, who suddenly became violent.
After Liu Heng left, the cook Ma Laolai looked at the backs of people who were gradually squeezed out of the crowd, revealing a look of resentment.
Liu Heng, who had his back turned, naturally didn't see it.
He held four pancakes in his hand, filled a new bowl of wild vegetable soup, found a place with few people and squatted on the ground to eat.
The pancakes were dry and hard to swallow, and the wild vegetable soup was bitter and unpleasant to drink, but these could fill up the stomach, and Liu Heng, who had not eaten for several days, swallowed them in big gulps.
After eating two pancakes and drinking more than half a bowl of wild vegetable soup, Liu Heng's eating speed slowed down when he was seven to eight times full.
"Hey, isn't this Liu Damou?"
As the words fell, the earthenware bowl Liu Heng placed in front of him was kicked over by someone. The fragile earthenware bowl simply broke into several pieces, and the remaining wild vegetable soup in the bowl flowed to the floor.
Liu Heng glanced at the man who kicked down his bowl and narrowed his eyes slightly.
He knew that this man's name was Zheng Daqiu. He usually followed his predecessor's camp and often made fun of Liu Heng's predecessor.
Liu Heng had never had a good impression of this person, and seeing that he was accompanied by several subordinates, he ignored him.
Zheng Daqiu didn't want to let Liu Heng go, he leaned down, hooked Liu Heng's chin with his left hand, slapped Liu Heng's face twice with his right hand, and laughed and said: "Haha, you're angry, our Liu Damu is angry. "
Several bandits on the side laughed in agreement.
Bang... Just when Zheng Daqiu was laughing, Liu Heng took advantage of him and punched Zheng Daqiu in the face, knocking Zheng Daqiu over.
Take advantage of his illness to kill him.
Liu Heng jumped on Zheng Daqiu's body, and his fists came down as if he wanted no money.
The few bandits on the side did not expect that Liu Damumu, whom they regarded as easy to bully, would strike first, and they did not react for a moment.
When they came to their senses, they rushed towards Liu Heng in a hurry, trying to rescue Zheng Daqiu from under him.
But at this moment, Liu Heng held a piece of broken pottery in his hand and pressed it against Zheng Daqiu's neck, and held Zheng Daqiu's arms firmly with his other hand.
"Don't move. I will kill anyone who takes a step forward."
"Fuck them all, I will kill him today!" Zheng Daqiu, who finally had a chance to speak, yelled crazily.
He had always bullied Liu Heng, but this time he was beaten by Liu Heng, whom he looked down upon. This made him feel resentful, and he only wanted to kill Liu Heng to relieve his hatred.
"Shut up, if you keep talking I'll kill you right now!" Liu Heng said viciously, pushing the broken pottery in his hand against Zheng Daqiu's neck, piercing the skin on Zheng Daqiu's neck and causing blood to flow out.
The stinging pain on his neck and the coldness of the ceramic pieces made Zheng Daqiu wake up, and then he realized that he had been hijacked by Liu Heng.
Thinking of this, Zheng Daqiu's legs suddenly softened, and he stammered: "You, don't mess around, they won't let you go if you kill me."
Liu Heng scoffed after hearing this.
Such threats were feeble and weak, and he didn't take them seriously at all.
"Liu Tou, I'm here." As the words fell, a bandit holding a wooden spear came to Liu Heng.
"Stand behind me." Liu Heng said to the bandit.
Liu Heng knew that this man's name was Yang Yuan, and he was the only one of his subordinates who was willing to listen to his orders.
Ta-ta-ta, tap-ta...a sound of horse hooves suddenly came, and the sound got closer and closer.
"What are you doing here, disperse!" The sound of horse hooves stopped, and a rough voice came over.
Liu Heng glanced sideways and out of the corner of his eye.
The visitor was riding on horseback, with an iron helmet on his head and double-breasted cotton armor on his body.
