After playing around for a while, Yang Qian grabbed Zhang Yumeng, who was flexing his teeth and claws, and threw him directly into the barrel. With tears in his eyes, he began to pack up the sheets.
Don’t be depressed if you don’t want it.
After being thrown outside, special female prisoners were used to clean them. Since there were not many women with them, these prisoners could be put to use.
Zhang Yumeng was cursing and cleaning his body in the wooden barrel. Having said that, there is no shortage of fresh water now. The main thing is to start the fire again. It has been too long and he can't wait any longer.
Although it looks red, Krisna probably just washed it once and made do with it.
The female captives who were washing sheets and clothes began chatting in twos and threes.
Yang Gan didn't know about other armies, but there would be a small number of female prisoners in the armies of the Central Plains and Goguryeo.
After all, doing laundry and cooking is still very necessary.
"Hey, tell me, which country's army is this? Isn't it from Sanhan's side?"
One of the women sneered, "It's not that I look down on Samhan, it's just that they hate the country and are no match for our Goguryeo."
"Listening to the aristocratic language they speak, I feel that it is not simple."
"The general of this army is also a freak. Look, how can anyone change his clothes every day?"
"What's this? His sheets are changed every day."
"Today's sheets are full of blood. The sheets before were as if a basin of water had been poured on them. They were so wet. I don't know what happened."
"Speaking of which, I can actually eat enough here. I never thought I would be able to eat enough."
A bunch of women on the other side laughed out loud instantly and said in an extremely mocking tone.
"Untouchables are untouchables. They can be grateful even if they have enough to eat."
"Yes, look at how poor they are. They may not even be considered untouchables. What are they? They are slaves."
The women who were mentioned stopped working immediately. Don’t think that they are all women. Their body shapes are very different.
There are not many beautiful women from poor families, not because they cannot give birth to beautiful women, but because they need to work hard from the time they are sensible.
As long as any beautiful woman faces the loess and turns her back to the sky for several years, no matter how beautiful she is, she will be no different from a yellow-faced woman.
Of course, we cannot rule out some people who are naturally beautiful and never age no matter what they do, but these people are definitely very few.
Many women from Guizhou families are both big and thick.
These shrews came directly in front of those delicate women and fought with a few of them, blinding them directly.
Several screams were heard, and the women captured by Goguryeo's elite suddenly became unhappy.
There was a scuffle immediately.
A dozen Polu soldiers stood nearby, looking at them with amused expressions.
One of the soldiers wondered, "Don't we need to worry about it?"
The leading soldier said disdainfully, "What the hell, they have disliked each other these past few days, so why not let them fight, it will be easier."
Xiaobing nodded, as if that made sense.
Hearing the noise outside, Yang Gan sat up from the bed, opened the window and started to observe.
"Hey, there's a fight."
"Zhang Yumeng, Krisna, come and see."
The two women came to the window and immediately looked at it with interest.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, if we fight one by one, these women will lose their faces."
"Hey, look, my clothes are torn off."
"Hahaha, it's all gone~~~!"
The three of them immediately started eating.
"What to do with these women?"
Yang Qian scratched his ears, shook his head and said, "Does such a trivial matter still require a lot of care?"
"Let's arrange it after we get back. You see, these women are so plump and must be easy to give birth to. They can be educated and distributed to some bachelors, which can also increase our population."
Zhang Yumeng said with disdain, "You are here again, trying to use our women as fertility machines."
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Yang Qian rolled his eyes and said, "Damn, don't hit me in the face with this female fist. From one moment to the next, my need for population is unlimited."
"One more person means more safety and more food for us!"
Zhang Yumeng's face was a little complicated, "I know what you mean, I just feel that they are quite pitiful. They can't even have the final say on their own lives."
"Huh, as if we have the final say in our lives?"
"Zhang Yumeng, when you come and sit in my position, you will know how uncomfortable my position is. There is fire down there. If you are not careful, even the bones may be dug out and whipped after death. .”
Zhang Yumeng was silent, she was no longer Wu Xia Ameng, and she knew the situation of her family well.
It didn't take long for the two groups of women to finish the laundry. They were almost all done. After tidying up, they continued to wash the clothes.
Otherwise, what else can be done? You only have so much strength, and no one cares about you. If you fail to complete your task, not to mention not eating, you may get beaten with a stick a few times.
At this time, bursts of slight wailing came in.
Zhang Yumeng was stunned for a moment, then instinctively put on her clothes and walked out.
Far away from the military tent, groups of prisoners were digging holes with tools in hand.
Many prisoners were carried there from the medical tent. When they passed the Chinese army tent, almost all of them wailed.
Zhang Yumeng grabbed a soldier carrying a stretcher and asked, "What do these people do?"
When the soldier saw it, it turned out to be Zhang Xiaoniang. He immediately said, "The military medical corps leader said that it will only take a day or two to save these prisoners."
Zhang Yumeng immediately opened the prisoner's clothes. Sure enough, there was a blood hole under the blood stains. She put on her deerskin gloves and reached into the deep hole, stirring it up.
In an instant, the prisoner's eyes widened and he screamed miserably.
Zhang Yumeng sighed. His lung was punctured, and there was almost no hope of treatment. Even in modern times, it would only be a lung replacement, and there was no other effective treatment.
She waved her hand and signaled the soldiers to carry the person out.
Yang Gan put on his armor and walked out of the tent, took Zhang Yumeng's hand and walked towards the place where the pit was dug.
"what?"
Yang Gan said, "I finally found an opportunity to practice my skills with you."
Zhang Yumeng was shocked for a moment, struggled hard and said, "Stop making trouble, let go."
Zhang Yumeng is not an idiot, he is a human spirit. How could he not know what Yang Gan asked him to do?
"I'm not making trouble. If you are here, you must listen to me."
The two of them came outside the pit, and Yang Qian pulled out the iron knife and put it in her hand.
"Come on, practice your hands. Your hands are too clean. If you don't be ruthless, you may suffer a loss."
Zhang Yumeng knew what Yang Gan meant. He originally wanted to struggle again, but Yang Gan stared at him.
She understands in her heart, but she just can't be cruel. It's not that she has killed people before, but...
"If I don't listen to you, you're going to send me back to Yuntong, right?"
Yang Gan nodded, "The situation in Goguryeo is more difficult than we thought. The army here is not weaker than the Central Plains army, but they haven't discovered us yet."
"Whenever you find us, we will have to fight a tough battle. You are too kind, so I'm afraid you won't be able to protect yourself."
As the two battle reports emerged, Yang Qian was an expert. Judging from the battle damage ratio, this group of people was difficult to deal with.
Especially when fighting tough battles, Yang Gan was not afraid of tough battles, but he definitely didn't want his army to suffer too many losses.
Once the losses are serious and the troops have to be replenished, the result will be public dissatisfaction and a small reduction in food production.
Zhang Yumeng gritted her teeth and saw a prisoner sitting on the ground pressing his wound in pain. She used all her strength to chop it off with a knife...
Ten minutes later, Zhang Yumeng, with a pale face, handed the Su Tiedao into Yang Gan's hand.
"Are you satisfied?"
"Not bad~"
"It feels quite uncomfortable. They were raised by my parents. Why..."
Yang Gan looked at her with burning eyes, but never said any words of blame. He took out a box of cigarettes from his arms and gave one to Zhang Yumeng.
The two came to sit on a nearby log and exhaled a stream of smoke.
Zhang Yumeng's hands kept shaking, and he gave a stiff smile.
"I didn't expect that the exercise during this period was quite useful. My wrists are much stronger."
"That's right, your sword is very fast. I think you have great potential in martial arts. Do you want to try it in the future?"
The sky gradually darkened, and the cigarette butt flickered from light to dark due to smoking. Zhang Yumeng flicked the ashes, turned to look at Yang Qian, and suddenly smiled brightly.
"OK!"
The corners of Yang Gan's mouth rose, "Like me, that old boy Ge Xiuming said that I can live a hundred years, so you should accompany me, otherwise I will be bored by myself."
Zhang Yumeng sneered and said, "Forget it, what are you doing living for so long? Besides, I'm much older than you, and you still have Krisna, Belika, Mu Qing, and Cao Wushuang."
"We both came from the same era, so I guess being with you can make me feel like my hometown. The same can be said for you, right?"
Zhang Yumeng said nothing and slowly leaned his head on Yang Gan's shoulder.
"If I lose to you, I will stay with you as long as you live. That's alright."
"Be good~~~"
The two of them didn't say a word about killing prisoners during the whole process, but Zhang Yumeng could already vaguely sense Yang Qian's urgent heart.
I just beheaded a dozen people and felt that my outlook on life had collapsed. What about Yang Gan?
He doesn't seem like a person who likes killing, but he has killed so many people. This is not a life controlled by fate, and this is not a life that is trapped.
After the cigarette burned out, the two got up and returned to the tent, leaving only a faint smoke and a thick feeling of melancholy.
A few days later, another ship began to arrive.
"Hahaha, Gao Langlaila, come in and drink some hot tea."
At this time, the campground was covered in snow and the temperature had reached below freezing.
In early winter, when you look up, you will see a thin layer of white snow covering the vast mountain forest like a huge snow-white woolen sweater.
Wu Gaolang nodded, came to Yang Qian's tent, and couldn't help but say.
"Your Majesty, I have good news this time."
