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Since ancient times, those who have become prisoners in war, whether they surrendered enemy soldiers or unarmed civilians, will never have any considerable consequences.

To put it bluntly, it is the difference between death and life being worse than death.

Just about Luo Changfeng knows, there are slaves, military prostitutes, pit killing, building Jingguan and cooking tripods, etc.

The more than a thousand Yuanshan Town villagers imprisoned in the Tianlang Camp did not know what fate they would be greeted next, and they could not guess, because the ending would often only make their hopes more cruel.

Luo Changfeng and the villagers of Yuanshan Town were locked in cages.

This kind of cage used to detain prisoners is very large and can accommodate about five people.

The cage was mounted on the prison van.

After the Tianlang Camp of Shengwei Army was set up, the camp was set up. This Tianlang Camp, which was a surprise attacker, escorted more than a thousand civilian prisoners in the cold autumn wind and began to escort more than a thousand civilian prisoners with a solemn coldness.

The army that had been besieging Qilian Pass in Ziwei Prefecture for a long time but had no progress was gathered.

Six thousand light riders sailed on the official road with yellow sand, silent.

Along the way, Luo Changfeng, who occasionally bumped in the cage, did not say a word.

Mulan and Senior Mu in the same prison car did not say a word.

This serious atmosphere made Xiao Xibei extremely uncomfortable. He raised his head and looked at Luo Changfeng's slightly indifferent and Fengshuang cheeks, but he still didn't dare to say anything after all.

Luo Changfeng smiled bitterly and touched Xiao Xibei's head and suddenly said, "Do you want to confess to me?"

Xiao Xujie was stunned for a moment.

However, he was extremely intelligent and quickly reflected on him, so his bright eyes fell on the bride Mulan.

Mulan, wearing a red wedding dress, burst into tears in an instant: "What do you want me to confess?"

Luo Changfeng never looked at Mulan. His eyes were not sure whether they were looking at nothingness or the dust on the desolate official road: "I kept thinking along the way, how could Xueer know my whereabouts in Yuanshan Town?

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Luo Changfeng narrowed his eyes: "Ha, it's also me who was stupid. I actually forgot the danger I encountered before I was unconscious. Now I think about it, the person who can save me from Di Wulei is definitely not Senior Mu and you.

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"Maybe it was the Yan Lingwei brother who fell in front of me... he might not be Di Wulei's opponent. Perhaps it may not be necessary for the Yuwen Clan General to take action himself."

"After all, since Xue'er has come to Yuanshan Town, I won't be surprised if anyone in Yan Lingwei guards."

Luo Changfeng muttered to himself.

Di Wulei, Yan Lingwei, Yuwenjia... He knew that these words were a little unfamiliar to Mulan and Senior Mu.

But he believed that the two of them in the prison car understood.

And very clear.

"Can you give me an explanation? It is explained that you saved me from Di Wulei, and you took me to Yuanshan Town to recuperate. During the period when I was in a coma, you took care of you day and night.

Even my clothes were replaced by you for me."

Luo Changfeng suddenly stared at Mulan: "Tell me, you have no concealment or deception from me?"

When Luo Changfeng’s questioning was heard, Senior Mu was confused.

Mr. Mu thought his granddaughter had already explained the matter of the girl in purple to Luo Changfeng clearly. Now, after hearing what Luo Changfeng said, did Mulan not mention a word?

For a moment, the prison car fell into silence again.

Luo Changfeng, Xiao bid farewell to mother and son, and Mr. Mu were all looking at Mulan crying in a muffled voice.

It seemed as if Mulan, who fell from heaven to hell overnight, felt very aggrieved.

She couldn't explain what she did because she was indeed selfish.

In order to stay with the eldest brother of the first year of junior high school, she may even murder the life of a person, the life of the girl in purple.

Looking at Mulan who was crying but silent for a long time, Luo Changfeng finally nodded: "I understand."

Mulan, who was covered in rain in pear blossoms, suddenly looked up: "You don't understand! What do you understand?"

No one knows what Luo Changfeng understood and how much he understood.

He just smiled bitterly.

Then, then there was no silence.

Six thousand light cavalry escorted more than a thousand prisoners for two consecutive days, and finally, at dusk on the third day, a rather majestic city gradually came into view.

The most eye-catching thing is not the golden city, but the tens of thousands of troops with a vast vision in front of the city.

The red Yan flag and the king flag are dancing and dancing in the autumn wind at dusk.

The wind raises countless dust and sand.

The thousands of horses and troops passing through the siege of the city were invisibly cut into countless dust fragments by the countless sharp blades standing in awe.

This was Luo Changfeng's first contact with the battlefield, and he was a prisoner.

Even though the war had not begun, he even vaguely smelled a thick smell of blood. At this dusk, the autumn wind could not dissipate for a long time.

The villagers of Yuanshan Town in the prison car were escorted to the battlefield. Feeling this heavy solemnity, they could no longer calm down.

Someone started screaming.

Someone started to wail.

At first, someone slapped the cage and pulled the chains frantically, trying to break free from the shackles and escape from the devil's control.

It was not that the emotions of riots were contagious, but when they walked out of the cage and were escorted to the Qilian Pass formation with iron chains, more and more people saw the large tripods standing in front of thousands of horses and thousands of troops.

It is called a tripod, but it is actually more like a huge stove.

Dry firewood piled up under the cauldron.

The dry firewood has burned into a fire.

There are ropes as thick as arms hanging at the mouth of the tripod.

The boiling oil was boiling in the cauldron.

On the city tower, the Qilian Pass guard saw a group of people from Ziweizhou being escorted to the front line. He had been in the army for more than 20 years and was almost furious.

The Qilian Pass General Han Zhibaoyao raised his sword in his hand and shouted angrily: "Wang Mang, can you dare to fight against me, Han Zhibao? Is the cauldron cooking of the innocent civilians in Ziweizhou the despicable means used by the Great Yan Empire to defeat the enemy?"

Before the army formation of the besieged city, Wang Mang, wearing war armor and holding the word "Bu" and laughed disrespectfully: "The way of war is to plot, to slaughter, to kill, torture, torture, torture, torture, torture, torture, torture, torture, torture, torture, torture, torture, torture, torture, torture, torture, torture, torture, to

The generals regard them as God's will. Han Zhibao, you have been in power for more than 20 years. In front of the battle between the two armies, would you still persuade me to lead these tens of thousands of brothers to submit to you?"

Han Zhibao's face turned pale.

Before the military formation, the prisoners from the faraway mountain town heard the cauldron cooking, but they began to resist like crazy.

Cooking with cauldron!

That is to throw the person into the cauldron and cook!

Once you enter the boiling oil cauldron, you will be really dead and dead, and you should not be called "The sky should not be called "The earth will not work."

However, among these tens of thousands of troops, who can escape? Those neighbors who broke free from their shackles and fled were greeted by dense arrows.

They were shot through from behind by feather arrows, like armored soldiers who were shooting targets and practicing arrows.

In this battlefield where you are used to bleeding and death, no one will feel sad or injustice for them.

Even if there is a saying that human hearts are full of flesh.

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He held a long spear and pulled away from Luo Changfeng's side.

Xiao Xu said goodbye to shout at mother.

Mr. Mu and Mulan behind him were also tied up their hands by the rope hanging above the cauldron.

Luo Changfeng looked at the sturdy General Shengwei in gray armor, and suddenly he wisely called out: "General."

Wang Mang, who seemed to have developed limbs but was actually quite cunning and tricky, glanced at him.

General Shengwei, who was also quite prestigious in the Dayan army, saw Luo Changfeng holding a green feather tightly in his hand and lifting it up high.

Even in front of the ninth prince Yan Nanfei, Wang Mang, who was still unscathed in favor and disgrace, frowned slightly: "This is..."

Luo Changfeng's expression remained unchanged: "Will the general not recognize Yan Lingyu?"

General Shengwei Wang Mang showed suspicion: "How can General Yuwen's things be in your hands?"

Luo Changfeng smiled: "Of course, the leader handed it to me with his own hands."

The goose feathers in their hands are actually not something of Yuwen’s lord.

Since Luo Ling, the leader of the Yan Ling Guard of the Great Yan Empire will be equipped with a Yan Lingyu that symbolizes his identity. If it were not for the elites with higher status among the Yan Lingwei, it would be impossible to distinguish the geese owned by the two leaders.

The feathers are subtle.

The feathers in Luo Changfeng's hand were left by his father before his death.

He believed that with Wang Mang's eyesight, he could not tell the difference between this feather and the one in the Yuwen Valve.

Xiao bid farewell to the mother and son, and Mulan, Mr. Mu and others looked confused.

Naturally, they couldn't understand what Luo Changfeng was saying, and they had never seen the green feather.

Wang Mang, wearing armor, noticed Luo Changfeng's intentional words and said, "Chief! Are you Yan Lingwei?"

Luo Changfeng said, "What if it is?"

Wang Mang suddenly grinned and laughed: "Hahaha... Will the dignified Empire's Thread be captured by my Wang Mang?"

Luo Changfeng knew that the other party had doubts and was deliberately tempted, so he pretended to be stern: "By the gift of General Shengwei, if the general's subordinates had not suddenly entered, the princess would not have been missing until now!"

Wang Mang was slightly shocked!

Princess?

Princess Ningxue is missing?

General Shengwei, who realized that this matter was extraordinary, had to think deeply.

People in the world only know that Yan Lingwei is the turtle of the Great Yan Empire, but few people know that their mission is to protect Princess Ningxue's safety. Now this man holds Yan Lingyu in his hand, saying that he is escorting Princess Ningxue.

Come on, although there are suspicious things in this, Wang Mang cannot trust him.

On the Qilian Pass, Han Zhibao and the generals beside him seemed to have signs of turning around when they saw the punishment of cooking with cauldrons, and they all showed some curiosity about Luo Changfeng's identity.

Wang Mang pondered for a long time, but he still did not dare to underestimate the involvement of this matter.

If the princess is really trapped in the enemy's territory, it will be the consequence that even his ten heads cannot be saved.

Wang Mang looked at Luo Changfeng cautiously and waved his hand: "You go forward and talk to me in detail."

The feathers in Luo Changfeng's hand turned into a green light and disappeared into the crescent moon on his wrist.

Two soldiers escorted Luo Changfeng forward.

The north wind blew the hair on Luo Changfeng's forehead, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Step by step... Luo Changfeng calculated the distance between him and Wang Mang.

Ten steps.

Nine steps.

Eight steps, seven steps, six steps... Luo Changfeng's hand flashed with a blue light, and a long spear with a cold air was held in his hand.

He shook his head with one foot, and his gun was like a dragon, instantly condensed the cool autumn air into frost to freeze the void.

The Youlong Han spear is pressing into front of you!