"Come back!"

Lu Yuan grabbed the man's hand, and the other hand stuck the man's jaw, and then he saw what it was, a black multigrain cake, the size of a bottle cap.

"Give me back, give me back ......"

The woman's head was bleeding, but she was still desperately struggling to pounce on this side, and the little girl of four or five years old was screaming and crying helplessly on the ground.

Looking at the small piece of multigrain cake stained with saliva, Lu Yuan sadly found that his stomach juice was surging up his throat, and he wanted to taste the taste of that thing, although he clearly knew that there were too many things such as bran added to that bit of food, and it was still stained with the man's disgusting saliva, but people wanted to vomit.

He also noticed the pimple and others beside him surging in their throats, and the eyes of the refugees around him shining as if they had seen gold.

It's not just a little bit of food, sometimes, it's the hope of survival.

Therefore, without being there, it is absolutely impossible to understand that for such a small amount of food, the woman's head will bleed, and the man will be violent enough to hurt people.

Lu Yuan almost forcibly pulled the food out of the man's mouth and handed it back to the woman.

"You're looking for death!"

The man roared, tugged at his waist, pulled out a bayonet, and stabbed him carefully.

In such a difficult world, what people do to live is understandable, even if it is killing people or setting fires, it is understandable, who doesn't want to live?

However, snatching food from the mouth of a little girl of four or five years old and using a knife on herself is intolerable.

In a cold snort, Lu Yuan smashed the man's wrist with a punch, and with the other hand, he slammed the man's fallen bayonet and stabbed it back, he heard the scream of the cow pimple tearing, and saw the man's eyes suddenly seemed to recognize Lu Yuan's happy eyes, and then he saw the blood gushing out of the man's chest, spilled on the small piece of multigrain cake.

The woman rushed over and picked up the blood-stained multigrain cake and stuffed it into the little girl's mouth, which was full of blood and chewed hard, as if she was chewing human flesh.

This is just a small episode, in fact, it is happening in many places, but it was just happened to be touched by Lu Yuan.

The passing refugees saw it, and then walked away, and even the woman carried the girl away, as if nothing had happened, except for the steaming blood from the wound of the man on the ground who had been stabbed through the chest with a bayonet.

"The road, the road is far ......"

The man who fell to the ground cried out weakly, and countless blood gushed out of one mouth.

"You know me?" Lu Yuan frowned.

"He is a subordinate of the Sichuan army Lian Xu Yun, and he killed us from the Fenglin Ferry......"

Niu pimple choked and said, Wang Ma Gong Yang Zongman turned his head, they really couldn't bear to see a person who had been killed by the sea of blood with his corpse, and even survived from Nanjing City, actually killed here for such a little food, and lost all his dignity.

The man died after a few convulsions, Lu Yuan still couldn't remember his appearance and name, there were too many people who followed him for a while, and there were too many deaths, he couldn't remember.

There are only a few things he can remember, Hu Lijun, Xie Guji, Yang Quanlin, and Monkey Spirit Su Ya.

But even if this man can remember, he feels that he is likely to kill him with a knife, people can do anything when they are hungry and crazy, but soldiers can't, even if soldiers can't protect the people in such a situation, they can't rely on force to hurt them.

When it gets dark, large numbers of refugees find shelter and rest, and when the day comes, they will pour out again and continue to flee for their lives.

Lu Yuan kicked open a dilapidated wooden house and moved in, they were lucky today, they didn't have to sleep in the wilderness like a few days ago, at least there was a roof to cover their heads, and a wall to shelter from the wind.

The fire was lit, and there was a faint light and warmth in the ruined house.

Yang Zongman found a broken pot to wash and scrub, and then boiled water, Wang Ma Pole and Niu Pimple rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in the house trying to find some food, but I am afraid that they will return in vain as usual a few days ago.

"Hold back, I know it hurts!"

Lu Yuan was checking the wound on the big bear's arm, which had already swollen into an abscess, and with his experience, he was afraid that it would not be long in coming, and if it dragged on, even if there was the best doctor, he would have to amputate his leg.

The big bear obviously knew that his injury was not optimistic, but he still smiled casually: "The damn little devil can't get along with my arm, and my arm is injured when I come down from Shanghai, and it's not easy to get better, and now it's injured again - it's not a pork leg, if the pork leg can still stew a pot for everyone to make soup, haha!" ”

"Human flesh is sour!"

Yang Zongman also grinned with a mouth full of yellow teeth, rolled a horn with a trumpet with a leaf that he didn't know what kind of tree he didn't know, and coughed with tears in his eyes: "Forget it if you don't eat, now you don't even have dry tobacco, it's really going to die......"

"Grab it, catch it!"

"Pimple, hurry up and stop it, go to your side......"

At this moment, Wang Ma Pole Cow Pimple screamed, and half of the room was filled with the sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping.

"What's that?"

Lu Yuan Yang Zong stood up and rushed over, and saw Wang Ma Pole and Cow Pimple and the two hungry tigers pounced all over the house, making chickens and dogs jumping, and a fist-sized mouse running around the house.

With a snort, Lu Yuan and Yang Zongman also pounced, and their bodies instantly burst out with tiger-like power, even more energetic than when they fought devils.

They were all killed from the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, and each of them had at least dozens of little devils' lives under their hands, and their skills were definitely not bad, but they were not cats after all, although they used more crazy energy than killing devils, they could only watch the rat rush out from between the cracks of several people and rush out of the door.

"Damn, it's much more slippery than a little devil!" Wang Ma Pole gritted his teeth angrily.

The cowpimple was full of pain, he was not a cat, but he still missed the meat on the mouse.

"I should be able to go to Lu'an County tomorrow, there is an important town over there, and there will definitely be a country. Guarded by the army, you will definitely find something to eat over there! ”

Lu Yuan got up from the ground with a wry smile, but there was a squeaky wail and the strange laughter of the big bear in the next room: "Lao Tzu watched you run ......"

"Hahaha, there's something to eat!"

Wang Ma Gong and the others rushed out of the house with a snort, and saw the big bear trampling the mouse into a meat patty, and was laughing proudly: "There is a way in heaven that you don't go, and there is no door in hell for you to break in......"

How much meat does a fist sized rat have? It's not enough for even cats.

For them, who were basically hungry after the war in Nanjing, and boiled the grass roots and bark for more than ten days after crossing the river, it was not enough to even stuff their teeth, but now, they can finally drink a pot of hot rat soup.