From a slave to the Great Qian Martial Saint

"Charge!"

The valley is narrow, allowing only a few people to pass side by side. Logically speaking, whoever is at the front is the one who dies the fastest!

Nobody wants to be at the front, but there will always be someone at the front. Those at the front don't want to rush forward either, but those behind push them forward.

You have no choice but to grit your teeth, close your eyes, and charge forward.

As they plunged into the valley, rocks and logs piled up on both sides of their heads, seemingly about to fall. Once they did, in this narrow valley, they would have nowhere to hide and would only be smashed into mincemeat.

Then, those behind will step over their corpses and continue to be pushed forward.

In fact, this wasn't the only time. Ever since he joined the rebels, ever since the imperial army arrived to suppress them, death had been a constant companion.

I thought I had gotten used to it, but whenever death was imminent, I was still filled with fear, my legs went weak, and I even defecated and urinated at the same time.

"Rush!"

But having come this far, there was no turning back, though most of them didn't know why they had ended up this way. They had no other choice but to grit their teeth, close their eyes, shout to bolster their courage, and desperately push forward.

Then, the road ahead was blocked by deer antlers.

The stones and logs overhead did not fall.

The rebel soldiers in front were momentarily stunned, wondering how they were still alive.

This isn't right.

But there was no time to think. The comrades behind them kept pushing forward, and those at the front were already squeezed onto the antlers. Sharpened wooden stakes pierced their flesh, and blood flowed freely.

To avoid being pushed onto the antlers and stabbed to death by those behind them, those in front brandished knives and spears, hacking and slashing wildly.

Whoosh!

Wood chips flew everywhere, the antlers were finally cut off, and the caravan was able to continue its journey.

But there were still many deer antlers ahead, so there was no other way but to keep cutting them down.

The speed of cutting was ultimately not as fast as the speed of pushing from behind. Some people were squeezed and nailed to the antlers, and then, like a cushion, they pushed the row of antlers apart.

The road opened, and the people behind surged over the corpses of those who had been trampled. It didn't take the entire army to pass before they were all trampled to pieces and their flesh was mangled beyond recognition.

Ultimately, due to overcrowding, the rebels suffered hundreds of casualties before finally passing through the valley, which was not very long but was almost entirely filled with deer antlers.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The rocks and logs piled up on both sides of the valley were like sharp knives hanging overhead, ready to fall at any moment. Everyone who passed through felt as if they were brushing shoulders with death.

Fortunately, we finally made it through the valley, and there were no more obstacles ahead.

If you keep pushing forward, you can escape.

But what happens after they escape?

This attempt to quell the rebellion has failed. The imperial court will surely send even more and stronger troops, and they will ultimately face certain death.

But having come this far, there's no turning back, no other choice but to keep their heads down and go down this dark path.

"what?"

Without thinking about anything else, I looked up and saw everyone in front of me stunned.

There were only twenty people.

There was no massive army waiting for them as expected, not even a decent army.

There were only twenty people.

Moreover, he doesn't seem to be a master with any extraordinary abilities.

"Charge! Kill them all!"

They didn't care how many people there were, or whether they were experts or not; they just wanted to escape!

With a shout, the rebels swept over like a flood bursting its banks.

"Let's do it!"

Chen Shi and his men lined up in a row, facing the surging rebel army. Chen Shi's expression remained unchanged, and he let out a loud shout.

Clang!

The next moment, the lids of the ten large pots were lifted at the same time.

With the help of the mountain breeze, the steaming hot air rising from the pot drifted directly toward the rebels.

The rebels, who were still charging forward, suddenly stopped, especially the ones at the front.

Next came the ones behind, who were originally going to push forward, but when the breath drifted over, they couldn't help but stop.

Like trapped beasts, the rebels, their eyes bloodshot with rage, were halted by just ten large cauldrons. Even a hundred heavily armored soldiers, relying on natural defenses, could not stop them.

The aroma of rice.

The aroma of cooked rice wafted from the pot!

They were bloodthirsty, that's true, but they had also been starving for more than ten days!

During the two weeks of siege, the officers were able to eat their fill, but the ordinary soldiers only received a small strip of dried meat, about the length of a finger, each day—meat from slaughtered warhorses.

But the number of warhorses was limited, and their numbers were too large. By the following days, even the smallest amount of meat was gone.

At this point, most of these rebels had not eaten a single grain of rice for three or four days!

Those who have never experienced hunger cannot imagine how tempting the aroma of rice would be to them at this moment.

"There's food! There's food!"

The next moment, everyone rushed forward like madmen.

It wasn't killing, it was eating.

Five thousand rebels surged forward, jostling and pushing. Some were tripped and pushed over, and those behind them trampled on them. Even those who fell continued to crawl forward desperately, determined to get a bite, even if it meant death.

Like a pack of mad beasts, they pounced on the ten large pots, ignoring the scalding heat, grabbing handfuls of rice and stuffing it into their mouths.

But before he could even swallow a mouthful, he was pushed away by the people behind him. Even as he fell to the ground, even as countless feet trampled on him, he still covered his mouth tightly with both hands, desperately trying to swallow, afraid that not a single grain of rice would spill.

There were too many people and too much chaos. In the next moment, the ten large pots were overturned, and the steamed rice was scattered all over the ground.

But it doesn't matter.

The rebels lay on the ground, frantically stuffing mud and dirt into their mouths. Pebbles cut their mouths, causing blood to flow freely, but they still desperately swallowed.

Chen Shi and the others had already retreated, watching this scene with cold eyes.

Ten large cauldrons were enough for no more than a hundred people, but the rebels numbered a full five thousand.

In just a short while, not only was there no rice, but even the soil on the ground was completely eaten away.

"Still hungry? No problem, there's plenty more over there, go cook for yourself!"

Chen Shi mustered his strength and shouted loudly at the rebels.

In an instant, the sound reached the ears of five thousand people, and everyone looked up, following the direction Chen Shi was pointing.

Not far away, there were rice bags piled up like small mountains.

and also!

There's still rice!

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their eyes red with excitement, and then they rushed over, frantically tearing at the rice bag.

The white rice grains flowed out like water.

It really is rice, and there's still a lot left.

Some people couldn't wait any longer, so they grabbed some raw rice and stuffed it into their mouths. They couldn't chew it or swallow it, and they choked until their eyes rolled back in their head.

There was another period of chaos, until a few moments later, things calmed down a bit. They set up the stove again, added water and rice, and started steaming.

A moment later, the aroma of rice began to waft out.

Some people couldn't wait any longer and reached into the pot to scoop out the rice that was only partially cooked and put it in their mouths.

"No need to rush! Here is 10,000 jin of rice, enough for all of you to have a hearty meal!"

Watching this scene with a cold eye, Chen Shi shouted loudly again.

Hearing this, everyone gradually regained their senses.

Fifteen minutes later, the rice was cooked. Ignoring the scalding heat, people scooped it up from the pot and stuffed it into their mouths.

My lips were burning red from the heat, and my stomach felt like it was about to boil.

But we couldn't worry about that now; food is essential for life, and nothing is more important than eating.

"Will this work?"

Watching the rebels frantically swallowing their food, Shen Bi frowned and glanced at Chen Shi with deep concern.

If we feed these rebels, won't we have even more energy to kill them?