The surging crowd was getting closer and closer, and Su's thick legs and his soldiers clenched their rifles, and their palms began to sweat. When facing the enemy www.biquge.info they were never afraid or merciless, but when faced with a group of ragged and defenseless hungry people, they were a little apprehensive.

Su Thick Legs is also from a poor family, and he knows what it is like to be hungry and cold, and these hungry people in front of him are just carried away by hunger, not to fight against the government. For them, lack of food and clothing and trekking across most of Shandong to Dengzhou, it is already the end of the crossbow, and they will starve to death at any time, if they don't eat porridge in this place, they may not be able to survive the next destination and die on the way, a bowl of porridge separates life and death, how can they be calm?

Looking at the fanatical and expectant eyes of the hungry people in front of him, Su's thick legs shook for a while, why don't you let them go?

At this time, some of the people in the running crowd were exhausted, fell to the ground, and before they could get up, they were trampled by the people who came from behind, and let out a terrible scream, and they couldn't live.

This cry woke up Su Thick Legs, and she was still a woman's kindness. There are only a dozen pots in the porridge shed, which can provide porridge for one or two hundred people at most at the same time, and the needs of nearly 1,000 people cannot be met in any case.

His eyes gradually became firm, he picked up his rifle, assumed a posture of preparing to assassinate, and said loudly to the soldiers: "We have fought officers and soldiers, rebels, and mobs, and we have never flinched, and now we are afraid of a group of unarmed hungry people?" ”

The soldiers responded loudly: "Don't be afraid! ”

Su Thick Legs continued to ask: "But they are more than ten times more than us, aren't you afraid?" ”

The soldiers replied louder: "Not afraid!" ”

"Good. You have to remember that no matter whether the hungry people on the other side are armed or not, as long as they attack our array and the porridge shed behind us, they will be the enemy at this moment, and do not waver or hesitate in any way! ”

The soldiers, like Su's thick legs, were in a posture ready to assassinate. The reason why the shot was not fired was because the killing range and power of the shot were much greater than that of a bayonet, and it was not necessarily possible to die if you were stabbed, but if you were hit by a lead bullet, even if you did not die on the spot, with the current medical conditions, you would still die of lead poisoning. The reason why the general set up these porridge shacks was, in the final analysis, to recruit these hungry people to Qiongzhou to enrich the population, not to come for the slaughter. It is best to be able to deter these hungry people with the least cost of casualties.

The hungry people at the front had already rushed to the soldiers, and Su Thick Legs yelled: "Kill!" ”

The soldiers shouted in unison: "Kill! "Pick up your rifle and thrust forward.

Dozens of bayonets pierced the chests of the hungry people, and the hungry people grew their mouths and hissed in pain, and the moment the cold blades pierced their bodies, they thought of regret that they had not eaten the porridge and lost their lives. When the bayonets were drawn, the starving people fell limply, blood staining the soil beneath them.

Dozens of people died in one photo, and the seemingly ferocious flow of people was stagnant, and the hungry people in front witnessed all this, and they were scared in their hearts. They all slowed down their running. I'm just trying to survive by drinking porridge, not desperately.

However, the hungry people in the rear could not see the situation in front of them, and there was only one thought in their minds: they could not let the people in front drink all the porridge, and they would grab a bowl to continue their lives if they said anything. With this thought in mind, the frenzied crowd pushed the people in front of them to continue to rush forward, and those who stopped were forced to ram their bayonets - if they stopped, they would be pushed down and trampled to death.

Su Thick Legs sighed and shouted, "Go on, sting!" ”

The soldiers screamed and stabbed forward again with their rifles, and the hungry people were unarmed, without a branch in their hands, and had no ability to resist, and were stabbed again, falling dozens of people.

The fear in the hearts of the hungry people and the instinct to survive began to fight, should they stop, or should they pounce one after another and pave the way to the porridge shed with their lives?

Many more hungry people have no time to think about it, they only have the hot cauldron in their eyes. As the flow of people became more and more dense, the strength of a platoon could no longer be stopped, and many hungry people bypassed from both sides, and Su Thick Legs and the soldiers could not stop it, so they could only watch. If they abandon the array in order to move to the sides to intercept these people, they will immediately be trampled into flesh.

The chef in charge of cooking porridge in the porridge shed was frightened, threw away the spoon and bowl and ran away. A post rider in charge of communication also hurriedly turned on his horse, wanting to return to Dengzhou to move the rescuers.

At this moment a man rushed out of the crowd, kicked hard under his feet, jumped high, and threw the postman off his horse, but he sat on the horse. This man was the man surnamed Ma, who was regarded as the spiritual leader by one of the hungry people.

He drew out the waist knife that the postman was hanging on his horse, held it with one hand, the blade facing upwards and the back of the knife facing down, urging the horses to rush towards the crowd that poured into the porridge shed, and then condescendingly slashed down with the back of the knife.

In the porridge shed, the hungry people who were serving porridge in bowls, scooping it with spoons, and holding it in their hands were slashed one by one with the back of a knife before they could eat it in their mouths. Although it was not a blade, the force of the cut was too great, and the hungry people, who were already weak and powerless, fell in response.

There were hungry people who lost their minds and tried to intercept this man, but this man's riding skills were very exquisite, and the men and horses were one, and easily avoided the siege of the hungry people, went around to these people, and continued to slash with the back of the knife, and the hungry people who were hit fell to the ground and wailed, and the shoulder blades of the knife were like they were about to break, and they couldn't lift their hands.

While directing the soldiers to intercept the hungry people head-on, Su Thick Legs also noticed the behavior of the man in the porridge shed. It seems that his purpose is the same as his own, to stabilize the situation and avoid riots among the hungry. This man used his superb riding skills, just one person and one horse, to do what Su Thick Legs and dozens of infantry under his command could not do, which cannot but be admired. If Su turned his head around and went to the porridge shed to maintain order, he would immediately be swallowed up by the crowd swarming behind.

The successive frustrations of the hungry people slowly calmed down, the momentum of the shock slowed down, and no one poured into the porridge shack again. Slowly, the crowd in front of Su Thick Legs slowed down until it stopped completely, and there were only a dozen or twenty hungry people left in the porridge shack rolling and moaning on the ground, and the rest did not dare to go in again. Seeing this, Su Thick Legs did not order the assassination again, and the soldiers also stopped their movements and remained vigilant.