Qiming 1158

Chapter 117 The Complaint Conference
The old king's name is Wang Geng.

It was said that it was Old Wangtou, but he was actually in his 30s, but he was the oldest man in his village, and all men older than him died.

Either starved to death, died of illness, or was tortured to death by officials, only he survived the heavy pressure and survived to this day, so everyone shouted Lao Wang to express their respect for him.

In this expedition, a total of [-] men in their village were issued.

Because he was too poor, he couldn't afford any money to bribe the clerk who issued it, so he could only go on the road honestly.

Wang Geng is quite lucky. He once had an experience of returning alive after being issued, which was regarded as a miracle and Mr. Luck by everyone.

This time, his luck was also good. He was arranged as a watchman and was in charge of the watch. He was somewhat luckier than the other signings.

When the Shengjie Army attacked Jinjun Dazhai, Wang Geng and his two companions were far away, and they survived without being affected immediately.

Later, a companion suggested to cross the river to survive. Wang Geng watched a group of people cross the river to the north bank to survive under the hazy sky.

He was then captured by the Shengjie cavalry.

Fortunately, at least he survived and was not injured.

After that, all the equipment was confiscated, and only a suit of clothes was left, and he was taken care of. He thought that the best ending would be to die as a coolie, but who would have thought that he would actually eat a bowl of fragrant wheat rice.

Farewell meal?
Wang Geng's heart was even more frightened, and the rice didn't taste much.

As a result, the winners actually said to them that everyone was friends?

Are you kidding me?
Wang Geng looked confused, and his companions were also confused. Everyone looked at the officer of the Victory Jie Army with question marks all over their heads.

"To tell you the truth, my background is actually not that different from yours. I used to be a peasant, and I had dozens of acres of land in my family. I could barely make ends meet. The land was sold cheaply.

That year was not good, even the tenants were not allowed to work. A family of five could only escape from the famine. They were all running away. My family was gone, and I was the only one left. When I was about to die of starvation, we were rescued by our General Su. , has lived to this day. "

As the officer spoke, his voice became a little choked up.

Signatories and civilian husbands were quite shocked.

They originally thought that the officers of the Shengjie Army would say very strange and confusing words, but the more they listened, the more they felt that the people in front of them were not some high-ranking victors, but just like them.

It's just that now they may have followed the right person, so they have embarked on such a path.

These words are not strange and confusing speeches, but words from the heart, so when I listen to them, I no longer feel fear and doubts, but only feel inexplicable sadness.

A feeling of empathy.

These people who should be doing whatever they want from the perspective of winners made them red-eyed with their own words from their own hearts.

So the villagers and the signing army finally realized that the heroic army that defeated the Jinbing was actually composed of a group of poor peasants, and it was not a noble person from top to bottom.

And these victors have surprisingly consistent tragic pasts with them.

If they hadn't followed the right person and met the commander Su Yonglin, they might have all starved to death.

Then again, if it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't eat, if he wasn't about to starve to death, who would be willing to embark on the road of rebellion?
"The big guys in the Shengjie Army have come all the way this way. They are made up of a group of cattle and horses that are not regarded as human beings!"

The officer clenched his fist and pounded on his chest: "It's us, a group of cattle and horse-like livestock, who has smashed this group of people! We have smashed them! We are not for glory and wealth, but to fight for breath and fight. A man's arrogance! Why are they all with one head and one body, they are humans, but we are animals?"

Words like this entered the hearts of the prisoners of war word by word through their ears, leaving some insignificant traces in their hearts.

They don't know the answer, they don't know the origin of the question, and they don't know why anyone would ask such a question.

This……

Isn't it natural?

Wang Geng didn't know where the courage came from, so he asked.

"Aren't we born this way?"

All eyes turned to Wang Geng.

The officer noticed Wang Geng, smiled, walked to Wang Geng and sat down, and put his arms around his shoulders.

"I didn't understand it once, so I asked General Su the same way. Do you know how he answered me?"

"do not know."

"He said, they all have one head and one body, two eyes and one mouth, they have to eat and poop, they have to sleep, they all stand, walk and bend over to pick up things. Why can't we get enough to eat? Stomach, and they sleep until dawn but still have a fat brain? There must be a problem."

"what is the problem?"

Wang Geng was not used to being hugged so affectionately by the officer, and he was a little scared, but he didn't dare to move at all, and his body was a little stiff.

The officers didn't care.

"We didn't get what we deserved, and what we deserved was taken away by those fat-hearted guys. They demanded and wanted from us. We don't have the ability to say no at all. We can't protect ourselves, so we can only let them do whatever they want. , the weaker we are and the more withdrawn we are, the more they will take away what should belong to us."

With that said, the officer loosened Wang Geng's shoulders and stood up.

"Can you have enough to eat? How many days of the year can you have enough to eat? Can your family members have enough to eat?"

Wang Geng and the other prisoners of war looked at each other.

"In a few days, I'm basically half hungry and half full. It's hard to eat a full meal. I can only say that I can barely get through."

Wang Geng lowered his head: "There are other people at home. We farmers really want to eat with an open stomach. No matter how we eat, we can't eat enough. There is only so much grain from the fields, so we have to save a little for our family."

"Yes, we worked so hard, facing the loess and turning our backs to the sky, but still can't get enough to eat. For the sake of our family, we have to save our food. We don't have a lot of savings throughout the year. Officials, bankruptcy is imminent."

The officer's words made everyone around him bow their heads and pursed their lips.

Wang Changliang, a fellow countryman beside Wang Geng, had red eyes and choked up.

"There was originally some land at home. When the year is good, it is not enough to be full. But last year, there was a locust plague, and half of the food was destroyed. , can only sell several acres of land.

The local tyrants in the village knew that my family was in urgent need of money, so they actually suppressed the price of my land, and lowered the price of the good fertile fields to the price of the inferior ones. Without it, the days at home are no more. "

As soon as the words were spoken, several prisoners sighed, apparently having similar experiences.

The officer nodded solemnly.

"That's it. Even though you work so hard, you always encounter bad things. When you encounter such a thing, you are even more powerless to resist. You can only let it be ravaged. Corrupt officials, local tyrants and bad gentry will do whatever they want to us and deprive us arbitrarily. This is where you are today. Here's why."

The prisoners of war recalled their unfortunate experiences, and the laments came one after another, and they did not stop for a long time.

After the officer sighed, he suggested everyone present to talk about their own affairs.

"I usually don't dare to talk about it, so let's talk about it now. You can't keep things in your heart and don't talk about it. It will be very uncomfortable. Everyone, the Shengjie Army is an army of peasants, and it is an army that is the master of our peasants. Don't be afraid. Say it, you can say whatever you want, say it all.”

Prisoners of war, look at me, I look at you, the confusion and shock in my eyes slowly faded, so I continued to talk.

Perhaps it was the gentle treatment of the Shengjie Army that made them relax their guard, or perhaps the empathetic narration of the officers made them feel close to their hearts.

They said everything that had been hidden in their hearts for a long time.

After one person finished speaking, the other continued, each word was like a knife, blood and tears were scattered.

The original fear, vigilance, and confusion in the hearts of the prisoners of war gradually melted away in the process, and the empathy they experienced made them even feel that they were not prisoners of war, and that the Shengjie Army was not a superior victor.

Everyone seems to be really friends who can talk to their hearts.

In such an atmosphere, invariably, they talk to each other.

Winning this kind of war has nothing to do with them, but if they lose, nine out of ten they will die.

In other words, they don't have to wait for the war to start, even if they are on the march, their lives will be in danger.

He was not diligent in his work, and he was a little rough. No one saw him. If he was seen by a soldier or an official, he would definitely be beaten.

In the military camp, the hierarchy is strict, and in the name of military law, the superior has the right to kill the subordinate, and the group of people at the bottom of the food chain can only passively bear all the suffering.

There are always people who want to escape from that terrifying military camp, but escaping is not a simple matter. Once found, they will die very miserably.

What exactly happened this night, those female soldiers and officials are not clear.

They were detained elsewhere, dragged out in turn to take part in the work of salvaging sunken ships and clearing the waterway, under strict surveillance, supervised with whips and sticks, and the work was very hard.

The role of these female real soldiers and officials is still very great. In addition to serving as a reference and creating a strong sense of contrast with other prisoners of war, they can also be used as coolies to extract labor. After the labor is drained, a public trial meeting can be held to kill them.

This is simply a feat.

Is there anything more wonderful than this?
(End of this chapter)