The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 857: Livestock and Wisdom

It took the woman with the broken palm ten minutes to convince the women whose names were called - to put it bluntly, they were all "damnable".

now.

The emotions of the young women were even more complicated.

On the one hand, they knew that with these old guys as cushions, their chances of escaping would be higher - after all, no one wanted to live a life worse than death in that black kiln.

But on the other hand, I feel pain and pity in my heart.

They lived in the same village and had been together for many years, but now they have to exchange the death of some for the life of others.

"People are all made of flesh and blood."

The young ones shed tears, and a trembling smell filled the air.

When despair and hope intertwine, abandon the moon and look at the stars.

The woman with the broken palm and those who had decided to stay and "sacrifice" early on to block the guards for them, seemed particularly open-minded and at ease at this time: it seemed that once they had made up their minds to die, all the troubles around them were no longer important.

They discussed it with great interest, just like they were leaning against the door frame to gossip about someone's family having an affair, and they were all thinking about how to cry and scream to make the group of young guards stop:
Someone fat suggested that we should just ram like a wild boar and knock down several people at once.

Some people said flexibly that she had discovered from her previous conversation that this group of people were not "experienced" enough, and that they might be able to pretend to be pitiful and delay a lot of time;
The short and stocky one thought it would be better to take some farm tools at night, and even if he had magic, he had to avoid the blade;

Some also suggested using some "magic trick" to scare them. Even if they didn't believe it, it would take them half a day to figure it out - they even spent a whole morning digging the grave.

The more they talked, the more upset the other group of women who were classified as 'escapees' became.

If you are caught and sent to a black kiln, you might be able to survive for a few more years.

But as soon as they escape.

There is absolutely no good ending for the blocker.

The most painful thing is to have your head hit by the ground, but there may be worse pains.

“…Let’s go together.”

The women who were destined to be sacrificed ignored her and continued to chatter away.

Let’s go together?

Then we will all die.

When the moon was more than half covered by thick clouds and even the running dogs disappeared, the woman with the broken palm patted her legs and stood up.

"almost."

she says.

Look at the row of windows not far away whose lights had been turned off early.

"No matter what kind of magic you use, you still need to sleep..."

She coaxed the women with children like ducks, asking them to crawl out of the mud, and those who had no shoes to tear off their coats and wrap their legs and feet - and pushed them onto the narrow path in the woods behind the mountain.

"Hurry up... hurry up! Go over the roof and find that group of... bandits... they know everything, maybe they have already found you... and taken you in..."

The young women were in tears and clung to their clothes.

"Let's go together!"

"You are stupid," the woman with the broken palm wiped the tears from her face and grinned, "If no one stops you, you won't be able to escape for half an hour."

Someone had to stay behind to point out the 'wrong path' - they had already thought about it, and if they really started fighting, they might not be able to beat even a man.

But if we want to stop it, this is not the only way.

If they are lucky, this group of people will wake up early in the morning and search the wrong road for half a day, but they will not be able to catch it even if they have wings.

Even if you are unlucky and wake up early, walking in the opposite direction can still delay the night for half a night.

"We are too old to walk, and we are afraid of being caught and beheaded... If we say that, they will definitely believe it - let's go! Go to the mountains! There are refugees everywhere in the inland areas. Don't say the wrong thing. Even if you don't find... traitors, it's better to live in a dark kiln..."

This is true.

The women in this village are said to be ignorant, but they actually serve every foreigner who is interested in experiencing the local customs and culture - many of these people have hired translators, or have had many exchanges and can speak the local dialect.

They are smarter than most people, and they understand what the real "world" inside looks like, apart from the port:
Ointment, rebellion, witchcraft, the smoke of gunpowder two years ago, and the iron ships today.

There are mourning songs everywhere.

There are homeless refugees like them everywhere, so no one would bother to take it seriously.

The women retreated reluctantly, and gradually divided into two groups.

An invisible yet clear line.

On the left is death, on the right is life.

The young women embraced their children who knew nothing about the world and held their shoulders tightly.

Then, one after another, they fell to their knees.

They wanted their children to kowtow to these women who were going to die and who were mean-mouthed and treacherous in their daily lives, and they also wanted to smash their own foreheads until they bled.

All the hatreds from past conflicts were completely melted away in this hopeless terminal illness.

The women who stayed behind did not step forward to stop it, as this was what they deserved.

"move."

The woman with the broken palm shouted at them, and told those who had children to keep their eyes on them and keep their mouths shut. They continued on their journey, which would take three to five days to catch up against the flow - it was impossible that this group of people had nothing else to do.

"Westerners, please take out less money."

she says.

Once discovered, it is easy to cause trouble.

"Come on!"

As the night wind swayed the song of the dog-roses, the young women, holding their children in their arms, tiptoed around the well and the thatched hut, turned onto the secluded path, and walked into the woods, looking back every few steps.

The women who stayed behind stood where they were and watched until they could no longer see his back.

"They have to get over the top to be safe."

The woman in the flowered gown said.

She hunched over and turned to look back, and seeing that the windows were still dark, she patted her chest and sat back down in the mud.

“It’s really scary.”

The woman with a broken palm teased: "You still have something to be afraid of."

Then he glanced at the row of dark windows and urged these sweaty fools in a low voice: "Get up! We have to hurry!"

…………

……

early morning.

The red sun is rising.

The guards, who seemed to be possessed by their robes, stretched lazily and pushed open the door one after another.

They spent the night here without having to worry about the piles of dead bodies or the black smoke floating over the harbor - and they didn't have to give any "explanations" to the foreigners who came later.

All they had to do was tie up the animals they had captured, lead them like livestock, string them together, and lead them to the place where they would report.

This is what makes Changgengsi special.

Although they belonged to the imperial court, they were not afraid of most officials.

They shouldered the emperor's orders, subdued the rebellion, and were the country's hidden heroes.

"Big brother."

The young man in white robe greeted Zhao Chuzhe who was tearing dried meat.

Outside.

The women who volunteered to stay last night were tied up with hemp ropes around their necks, like a bunch of deathly pale animals.

Zhao Chuzhe raised his eyes and threw a piece of dried meat to his men.

"Ran?"

The man in white robe took it, lowered his head and took one out, then shook his head: "No."

He said.

"I stayed in the woods at the back of the mountain all night, and sent a young man to knock on my door early in the morning to inform me."

He chewed some jerky and glanced sarcastically out the door.

Before noon, the guards of Changgeng Division prepared to leave.

They led the captured animals in a string, tapped the horses' bellies casually, and walked away leisurely as the leaders of the government troops saw them off respectfully.

But the two groups of "cattle" lined up in long queues could never come together.

They are from the same village, but they are clearly separated.

The left one is old, the right one is young.

When their eyes met, both the young and the old could see a hint of sarcasm in each other's eyes.

'Pooh. '

(End of this chapter)